"So I've got to meet a client at 7." I say nonchalantly. Kevin drops the egg he was holding. "What?" "I'm sorry. Short notice. They said tonight was the only night they could do it." I add. "You promised no work the week of Christmas." I squeeze my eyes shut and take a deep breath. "It's business." "It's always business." He spits at me. "What's the problem?" I ask, feeling the anger fill me. Kevin just goes back to cooking. "Look, I'm so fucking sick of us fighting everyday about stupid shit. Do you know there hasn't been one day, one FUCKING day that we haven't fought since we were married?" I am so pissed off at him right now. "Well I'm fucking sorry. But forgive me for wanting to spend some time with my husband. Christ Brian I only see you for more than a few hours on weekends. Forgive me for wanting to be with you!" He screams. I run a hand over my face. "Look, it'll only be for a couple hours..." "I know. You'll be home in time to fuck me. Isn't that right? Isn't that what you always say?" "You know what Kevin. Go to hell." I grab my coat off the bar stool. "Don't bother coming into our bed tonight." He adds still looking at the dinner he's cooking. Turning towards him I can feel my blood boiling. "Don't worry I wouldn't want to." I channel all my anger into driving into Pittsburgh and to the seedy motel I told Justin to meet me at. I think it's becomming a pattern for me to ask myself what the hell I'm doing, because that's all I seem to be doing lately. Fuck, I'm lying to my husband about meeting a client to see Justin. How fucked up is that? Before I realize it I'm parking in the lot. I spot him immediately. "Hey." I call out to him. "Hey." He answers and follows me into the office. I pay for a room and soon we're headed to room 7. The first thing I notice when the door is open is the faint smell of sex and urine. "Lovely." Justin says sarcastically following me in. Removing my jacket, I try to find a halfway clean spot to put it. Finally I just settle by throwing it on the back of a chair. Justin takes off his scarf and coat and puts it on top of mine. "So?" He asks. I really don't know what to say to him. True it was my idea to come here, but after that I really had no idea. "You fuck with my mind." I finally blurt. He looks taken aback. "Excuse me?" "You. Because of you my marriage is going down the shitter." "And this is my fault how?" He looks angry. I shrug. "Why the fuck did you have to come to me the day of my wedding and proclaim your undying love to me? What the fuck did you think would happen? That I'd take you back? If you did then you're even more fucked up then I thought." I don't do regrets, but if I did I'd regret saying that because of the hurt look on his face. "Is this why you asked me to come here? So you could berate me? Because if you did, then Mr. Kinney I don't really want to hear it." He starts to wrap his scarf around his neck. "Have a nice life, have a nice career, goodbye." "Wait." I grab his arm as he's pulling on the sleeve of his coat. "Yes?" He asks shortly. So I do the first thing that pops into my mind; I kiss him. I kiss him hard. Our teeth smash together in a battle of tongues and saliva. I grab his coat and try to pull it off his arm without breaking the kiss. I'm not so successful and a rip fills the room. He pulls away and his sweater over his head in less then a second. He grabs my neck and brings our lips together again. I unbutton my shirt without pulling away from him and pretty soon our naked chests meet. I can't get enough of the blonde in front of me and grab his pants zipper. With one fluid motion I have his jeans pooled at his ankles. Finally pulling away from each other we're both gasping for air. He attacks my neck with his mouth and tugs on my pants. I let out a moan at about the same time they are on the floor. I pull his face up to mine and plunge my tongue back into his mouth. We don't loose contact as we both toe off our shoes. After a few moments I allow myself to breathe and quickly pull off my briefs. Justin does the same and within seconds we're back on each other. He falls back on the bed and yanks me down with him. Attacking his nipples he moans and it's music to my ears. "I...need you...in...me...now." He gasps. I kiss him. "Con...dom.." He breathes. As fast as I can I search my pants for one. I always have a fucking condom. That's when it hits me like a ton of bricks. I don't carry condoms any more. After Kevin and I got married we stopped using them. I look down at the angel writhing on the bed in front of me and my heart stops. "I don't have one." I must sound panicked. "Just fuck me." Justin sounds desperate. I run a hand through my hair. "I don't have a condom." "Doesn't matter. Just fuck me." He begs. My better judgement tells me that it's a bad idea but I can't help myself and crawl on top of him. My finger probes him and he smiles in encouragement, so I add a second, third and fourth. By that time he's squirming on the bed and his cock is weeping. "Now!" He screams. My penis is rock hard now and I plunge into him. It feels incredible, like coming home. I can't control my actions and soon I'm plowing into him. "I...I love you!" I scream as the most intense orgasm I've ever had hits me. Waves of pleasure fill my body over and over again. Justin cums a second later all over our chests. When I finally regain composure I see Justin smiling his sunshine smile at me and roll on top of him again. We fucked four more times. Hard and fast, slow and leisurely and everything in between. Finally we both fall asleep wrapped in each others arms and for the first time in years I'm content with my life.