"That was incredible."
Peter grinned and nuzzled Will's mouth. "You always say that."
"Because it's always true," Will laughed. "You're a stud, an animal, the best lover I've--"
"You are so full of it," Peter giggled, pressing his body down onto Will's, knowing his lover would soon be ready for another round.
"Mmm, full of you," Will purred, wrapping his legs and arms around Peter, eager for more.
The sound of the lamp crashing against the wall by his head made Will cry out in surprise and sit up. When he saw Talia standing at the foot of their bed, he swore his heart had stopped beating. He knew that he'd been taking a deliberate risk by bringing Peter home for their afternoon romps, and maybe part of him wanted to be caught this way. But the reality of seeing the pain and anger in her eyes made him truly feel the weight of his betrayal.
"I should go," Peter said, already reaching down for his clothes.
"Don't bother going anywhere, Peter." Talia's voice was as steely as the glare she was giving her husband. "Will usually likes to cuddle after sex."
"Talia..." Will's mouth felt so dry. This wasn't what he thought he'd feel if his wife caught him in bed with his lover. He'd been so confident that he'd want the bitch to get what she had coming. But that wasn't the man he was and the guilt he felt reminded him of that. "I--"
"If you say you're sorry, I'm going to castrate you."
Will swallowed and looked at Peter. "Maybe you'd better go," he said softly.
"Will, I already told him to stay," Talia said as she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I'm going to go so you have enough time to pack some things and get the hell out of my house. I'll see an attorney tomorrow and file for divorce."
There wasn't anything Will could say to that. He didn't want to be married to Talia and she knew it. But he was a fool to think that this had been the way to get through to her. After twelve years of marriage, he had to admit to himself that she deserved better.
"I'll give you anything you want," he said softly, unconsciously reaching for Peter's hand.
"You're damn right you will," Talia spat. "I'm getting everything. I warned you. I'm going to make sure you pay until you bleed for the way you've humiliated me. Honestly, if you were going to cheat on me, couldn't it have been with a woman? Do you know how embarrassing it's going to be for me to tell my friends that my husband's a faggot?"
Peter let go of Will's hand and got to his feet, smirking when Talia averted her eyes to avoid seeing his nakedness.
"I told Will not to marry you," he said, his voice steady. "I told him that you were probably lying about being pregnant and that he had no business marrying a woman, especially you. That honesty cost me his friendship. But now, knowing what kind of bitch you really are after years of you beating him down, I'm so grateful that you proved me right. He's going to be so much better without you."
Talia snorted. "Oh really? Why is that?"
"Because I love him. I always have. You never did."
Will lowered his eyes. He didn't want to hear Peter lashing out at Talia, but knowing how he felt gave him hope.
"I love you, too," he whispered, glancing at Peter.
"Well, that's sweet," Talia sneered at them both. "The two of you can run off, get AIDS and die happily ever after. Will, you have thirty minutes to get out." With that, she turned on her heel and walked out of the bedroom.
Will took a deep breath and put out a hand to Peter. "Come here," he said softly.
When Peter got back on the bed, Will wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed his face to his chest. "I'm sorry she said that. I know she knows Kory died from--"
"It's okay," Peter said, gently shushing him and rubbing his back. "I've heard worse, trust me."
"I really screwed up, didn't I?"
Peter's silence meant he agreed, but he eventually said, "You did what you felt you needed to do."
"But you told me we should have told her. You warned me that this could happen."
"Yeah, but it was never really my decision to make, baby." Peter tilted Will's face to him and gave him a soft kiss on the mouth.
Will returned the kiss and nodded. "Okay. I should pack up some things before she gets back. She keeps a gun in the closet." He gave Peter a half-smile and reluctantly let go of him so he could get up.
"Will, what are you going to do?" Peter was clearly worried as he asked his lover the question, though he tried to hide it.
Will looked at Peter. This was the man for whom he'd just risked everything. He loved him, but he didn't know if that would be enough to make any of this better. Will knew his friends would no longer speak to him, his wife would definitely take him for everything she could, and life as he knew it had now been turned completely on its head.
He sighed and looked down at the broken remains of the lamp. "I guess I'll get the dustpan."
"That's not what I meant, sweetheart."
"I know," Will said, turning his eyes back to Peter. "But at least this'll be the easiest part of this mess to clean up."