Anyways, my life is fucked up so I decided to write. =) Do go see “Secret Window.” Johnny Depp is a God...

“How was work Mike?”

The question seemed to startle him. A cough escaped his throat and he ran a shaky hand through his hair.

“It was fine baby. Same old, same old.”

A cheeky grin greeted him as his lovers strong form slid under the crisp, white covers.

“How was your day?”

The blonde man turned his face into a half-smile with a little effort.

“Ah, you know, Same shit, different day...”

Mike nodded and shut out the light on the side table next to him. He turned around and wrapped his arms around the smaller man. A shudder rippled through the blonde’s body.

“Chaz baby?”

Chester forced himself to calm down. He snuggled into Mike’s chest, trying to avoid smelling him. Eventually, he breathed. Mike’s usual vanilla scent was gone.

“Mm..baby, so good to be home.”

Chester stifled laughter. Mike’s scent gave him away. Mike smelled like him again. His vanilla scent was now saturated with the smell of roses. Worst of all, he smelled like sex.

“Yeah, I missed you too Mikey.”

Chester bit down on his lip. Yes, he did miss his Mikey. But the man holding him wasn’t his Mikey. He wasn’t even close to his Mike. He was an imposter, a man who felt the need to fuck other men to stay satisfied. A man who felt like he needed to toy with Chester’s heart, breaking it and putting back together with words like tape and actions like glue. Mike did not realize that in the end, it wore off, and again, Chester fell to pieces. Chester broke out of his thoughts when he realized that Mike had fallen asleep.

“Oh Mike...why?”

A tear rolled down Chester’s cheek.

‘Stop it Chaz, don’t. Don’t cry. He doesn’t deserve your tears.’

Chester’s tears ceased when he thought this. He knew his mind was right. His Mike had died long ago, along with Chester’s love for him. Mike was buried deep inside the man laying next to him. Chester sighed and shut his eyes, drifting off to a deep sleep.

~****~

“Morning honey.”

Chester cracked one eye open and was greeted with the image of a very naked Mike. His hair was tousled in a mess and droplets of water from an earlier shower clung to his form. He looked absolutely amazing. Mike leaned forward and kissed Chester’s cheek, breaking it and then slowly trailing his tongue across his collar bone. Chester pushed him away.

“Chaz?”

Chester sighed.

“Not today Mike. I feel sick.”

Mike looked disappointed as he mumbled something about fixing breakfast and ran off downstairs after wrapping himself in a white robe. Chester shook his head. Another lie. A year ago, Chester would have had Mike anytime, any place. A year ago, just hearing Mike’s named got him rock-solid. Now any and all sexual thoughts about Mike were gone. The only thing left was a burning hurt in his shredded heart.

“Another day...”

Chester dressed quickly, throwing on a pair of jeans and shirt lightning fast. By the time he was downstairs, Mike was at the stove, scrambling eggs. Mike glanced at Chester and smiled.

“Cheese with your eggs baby?”

Chester nodded. He held his gaze on Mike’s face, particularly his smile. A toothy, sexy grin that would make anyone melt. Except Chester. That smile was what plagued his thoughts, every night, every day. That fake smile. The smile that was on Mike’s face when he came home from a good fuck.

“Chester do you need to visit a doctor? You look really, really bad.”

Chester’s eyes jerked from Mike’s lips to his eyes.

“Well, I told you I was ill! I’m not fucking two, I’ll decide if I need to see a doctor!”

Mike eyes widened. Chester sighed and apologized, kissing Mike’s forehead. He held back a shudder. They ate breakfast in silence. The only time they talked was when Mike said goodbye as he drove off to work.

“Work...”

If work meant getting screwed over a table, then Mike worked hard. Chester cleaned up the table and sat down at it. A sob escaped his throat as he broke into tears. Nothing he told himself could stop him now. Tears hit the table like raindrops.

“W-what did I-I do wrong!?”

‘Nothing.’

Chester’s head shot up.

‘Chester collect yourself.’

Chester stopped sobbing.

‘It’s not your fault. It’s not. Do what you need to do.’

Slowly, Chester’s gaze fell upon the knife drawer.

~****~

“Chester?”

Mike’s voice rang out through their home. He frowned. Chester’s car was in the driveway. It seemed like he wasn’t home.

“Chaz?”

Mike walked through the home, into the living room. Noone was their.

“Ches!?”

~****~

Chester licked his lips. Any minuet.

~****~

By the time the back door closed, Mike’s hand was at his throat, blood welling up between his fingers. His body dropped and gurgling noises escaped his throat. The knife hit the ground near his head. Chester crouched down and fixed Mike’s lips into a straight line.

‘On second thought...’

With a clean slice, they came off. Gone was that fake smile. Never again would it invade Chester’s mind. He sighed and got up.

‘Now where is that shovel?’

He had a long day ahead of him.

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