Truth Behind the Lies
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
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Adult ++
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32
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23,638
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358
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Chapter Ten
Review Responses
Sekre: Yes, it WAS good seeing Bryant being normal...does it last though? If you think Larry was a dick then, you'll really dislike him now.
Anon: Why thank you. I hope you like this one too.
Bookworm51485: Haha, so do I.
Lina: The town is mixed with both types of couples. There are man/woman relationships, like Randy's parents and Corrine and her late husband Roy, and there will probably be other m/f couples in it later on. It just so happens that the characters I'm dealing with are all m/m.
Chapter Ten
Sunday afternoon—two weeks later
“Who’s birthday is comin’ up, huh? Is it mine?” Shay pointed to himself. Jack shook his head. “Is it grandma’s?” Jack giggled shaking his head again. “Is it grandpa’s?” The boy shook his head. “Well who’s is it then? It’s not yours, is it?”
Jack nodded enthusiastically. “Mine! Me bida, Mama!”
Shay and Jack were walking down the aisles of a grocery store together. Jack’s birthday was coming up the next weekend and he wanted to get an early start on making a nice dinner for him. Being so young, he wasn’t too picky on what he ate but his favorite dessert was chocolate cake, so Shay decided to go with fixing a chicken and broccoli casserole and a big chocolate cake. “Are you sure its your birthday?”
“Yea.”
Knowing he needed other necessities at home, he stopped and picked up a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, his personal favorite, and tossed it in his shopping basket. “Really? So how old will you be?”
“Ahhh…nye?”
“Nine?” Shay laughed. “Let’s try two.” He stopped to pick up some eggs. “What presents do you want? Toys?”
“Yea. I wa toy.”
“Like what? You like SpongeBob?” Jack nodded. “You like Blue’s Clues?” Jack nodded. “Um, you like Sesame Street?” He nodded. He’s just nodding his head to anything I say. “How about……Dora the Explorer?” Jack nodded again. “You just like anything, don’t you?”
“Yea.”
“Well, we’ll see if you’re this easy to pick for when you become a teenager.” He kissed the top of his son’s head as he pushed him in the basket down to the next aisle. He intended on searching for bread, when he heard two female voices in the next aisle talking about him and his family. And there was no question to if they were for sure or not because they spoke loud enough for people in the following four aisles to hear.
“Did you hear the latest about Larry?”
“Larry, who?”
“Larry Gibson.”
“No, what?” Shay could hear the eagerness in her voice. How pitiful. She has no life.
“My sister’s, husband’s, first cousin said he was out next town in Tatter Hill at Hardees when he looked at the motel next to him and saw Larry going in one of the rooms.”
“What? With who?”
“He said he couldn’t recognize the guy at first but figured out it was someone named Dennis Harper. He used to be stripper back in his prime, but I think he’s out of that now. Then again, he ought to be, he’s 41.”
The other woman gasped. “Whaaaaat? Aren’t he and Bryant still married?”
“Yep. But I heard he doesn’t love him. That’s why after he caught Bryant about to set the house on fire, he decided to put his ass away.”
He tried to put the house on fire? Who comes up with these rumors?
“He tried to set the house on fire? You’re kidding!”
“I kid you not, Corrine. I tell ya, it seems that family is destined for failure and embarrassment. You feel sorry for Shay’s boy for when he grows up, you’ll almost be waiting for what he will do.”
Fed up with the blatant talk about him and his family, Shay walked into the next isle. The two women were buck-eyed and pale faced when they saw him coming towards them.
“Hello.” Shay said curtly, but his eyes said, I heard what you said.
“Hi.” Corrine responded.
“Would you excuse me, please, I need to get behind you.” Corrine moved and Shay walked to the shelf. That particular area carried the store’s green peas and no one in the Gibson family cared for peas, but….The uneasiness he put in the two women just by ‘popping up’ in their isle right at the end of their conversation, was priceless. Once putting his can in the basket, he pushed it and his son into the next isle where the ingredients for cakes were.
***
Same time different place
Bryant smiled as he made his way into the visitor’s room. Shay had just visited him yesterday, surely he didn’t come again so soon. But his smile faded at who he saw sitting at a chair next to a table. “Larry?”
“Bry.”
The smaller brunette sat down opposite him. “It’s nice to see you…..considerin’ I’ve been here for almost a month.”
Larry removed his hat, ran his fingers through his hair, and placed the cap back on his head. “Well, don’t get used to it, cause this isn’t becomin’ a habit. I came here to bring you somethin’.”
“What?” Larry placed a file of papers on the table. Bryant looked down at it and frowned. “Termination of Marriage? You want a divorce?”
Larry nodded. “I want a divorce.”
Bryant and Larry had married early in their lives at 21. But they knew each other longer than that. With just a simple look into those dark gray eyes, Bryant could tell if Larry even woke up on the wrong side of the bed that morning. Bryant knew Larry inside and out, that’s why he was able put two and two together. “You’ve found someone else.” He stated.
Larry paused. “………I have needs, Bry. I’m not bein’ fulfilled in this marriage. With you bein’ sick, I feel like I’m all alone. I don’t feel needed or important…”
“I’ve always made you important in my life. Always.” Bryant said, tears were welling up in his almond brown eyes. “It’s you who wasn’t attracted to me. I guess now that I’m sick, the thought of sex with me would be almost disgusting or unthinkable.”
“Bry, we’re just not workin’ out. I—“
“How long have you been sleepin’ with him?” Bryant interrupted him, his eyes now directed at the table, no longer able to look at his estranged husband.
“……..A year.”
A pain went through Bryant like he had just been shot in the heart. A whole year?! He’d been sneaking off, sleeping with another man for a year?! Bryant, unable to hide the hurt he felt, bent his head and covered his eyes as he cried.
Larry pushed the file of papers closer to Bryant and held out a pen. “Look Bry, you need to sign these. It’s just two pages. You sign where the ‘X’s’ are…”
Bryant’s head shot up. “I’m NOT stupid.” He snatched the pen from Larry’s hand and signed the first and second page of the papers that would end their 20 years of marriage. He threw the papers back at him.
“Thank you.” Without another word or parting glance, Larry left the room and the hospital.
Bryant continued to sit there. Tears still falling, he started to rock in his seat, rubbing at his temples, and moaning. A female nurse saw the fit that was inevitably coming and started to make her way over. “Bryant, what’s the matter, huh? Bryant, can you hear me?” he touched his shoulder and he snapped. He shot out of his seat, grabbing the middle aged woman by the shoulders, and slammed her up against a wall. The force of it made the nurse cry out. “Don’t touch me you fuckin’ bitch!”
“John! Anthony!” the nurse fearfully called out. Two orderlies came into the room and immediately made their way towards Bryant. Bryant saw them coming and backed away from the women, choosing to give Anthony a strong right hook to his jaw, knocking him on his ass. John put him in a armlock from behind, securing him, but the heartbroken patient still thrashed and still cursed. “You fuckin’ piece of shit, let go of me! Let go! Let—“ Bryant was cut off when the lady nurse came back with a syringe of “Slo-Mo” and stuck him in the side. He immediately collapsed in John’s arms.
***
Later that afternoon
Shay and Jack had finally finished shopping for the day, but since all the stores seemed to have run out of grape juice, he decided to make a stop at Roy’s Corner. He knew that was the store Randy worked and owned but he also knew Jack HAD to have his grape juice everyday, so he pulled his car into the parking lot. Remembering Randy had told him he didn’t work on weekends, he figured the coast would be clear. He was mistaken.
“Ambie! Ambie!” Jack squealed, wiggling out of his mother’s arms and running towards the blonde’s legs. Randy smiled as he lifted the boy into the air.
“Hey, Jack. How are ya, kiddo?”
“Djurah…am…ba…”
“Really? That’s great. You still being a good boy?” Jack nodded. “How’s your mama?” Jack pointed behind him and Randy spotted Shay standing, a carton of grape juice in his hand. “Shay, hi.”
“Hello, Randy. How are you?”
“I’m good….You?”
“Good.”
“Great. Great.”
There was an uncomfortable silence between the two that was so thick in the air, young Doug sat behind the cash register looking from one perturbed face to the other. This looks very interesting.
“What are you doing here? I thought you don’t work weekends.”
Was he hoping not to catch me here? “I don’t. It’s just that my aunt had to leave early today and somebody had to watch little Doug here.” Randy smiled when he heard an obvious cough coming from behind them.
“I ah, I guess we need to talk, huh? About what happened.”
“Yeah. I think we do.”
“How about tomorrow after you get home from work? I could stop by your place?”
“Um sure. Okay. I’ll see you then.” Randy put Jack down and he watched as Shay paid for the juice and started to make his way out the door. “Hey, Shay?” the young man turned around. “I-I’ve missed seeing you…..you know.”
Shay didn’t say a word. He nodded and left. Do I always have to put my foot in my mouth? Randy thought.
The blonde heard laughing coming from behind him and turned to see Doug covering his mouth. “What?”
“You are quite the Casanova, aren’t you? Such a smooth talker.”
“Shut up.”
“Say, what about ‘what happened’ between you two? Did you guys have a one-nighter? Do you know the reputation he has around here?”
“Doug…”
“Even with that, I don’t blame you for doin’ it. He’s not bad to look at and you KNOW he knows what to do behind closed doors. I’d wax his ass too.”
“Doug! Get back to work, will you.” Randy made his way to the inventory room.
***
Same time, different place
“You talked to him yet?” Dennis Harper asked his lover once he came into the familiar motel room in Tatter Hill. The red head lay lounging on the bed in a natural pose you could only acquire if you’ve spent half your life giving lap dances.
Larry pulled out the paper, unfolded it, and tossed it on the bed next to him. “He signed it.”
Dennis looked down at the paper. “But you haven’t. You plan on signing this?”
“Of course I am.” Larry sat next to Dennis, pulled out a pen, and signed the divorce forms. “Step one of our life together has officially started.” He kissed the red head. “Only two more steps left.”
“Oh yeah? What steps are they?”
“Well,” Larry straddled Dennis’ waist and pinned his hands above his head. “First, I need to clean house,” he kissed pale skin around the neck. “Then, I get this divorce finalized.” He kissed his neck again.
“You make it sound so simple, Larry.”
“That’s because it is. My old family has brought me more grief and embarrassment than I can bear. I’m ready to start over. And I want to start over with you, if you still want.”
Dennis smiled. “I’d be more than glad to.”
Sekre: Yes, it WAS good seeing Bryant being normal...does it last though? If you think Larry was a dick then, you'll really dislike him now.
Anon: Why thank you. I hope you like this one too.
Bookworm51485: Haha, so do I.
Lina: The town is mixed with both types of couples. There are man/woman relationships, like Randy's parents and Corrine and her late husband Roy, and there will probably be other m/f couples in it later on. It just so happens that the characters I'm dealing with are all m/m.
Chapter Ten
Sunday afternoon—two weeks later
“Who’s birthday is comin’ up, huh? Is it mine?” Shay pointed to himself. Jack shook his head. “Is it grandma’s?” Jack giggled shaking his head again. “Is it grandpa’s?” The boy shook his head. “Well who’s is it then? It’s not yours, is it?”
Jack nodded enthusiastically. “Mine! Me bida, Mama!”
Shay and Jack were walking down the aisles of a grocery store together. Jack’s birthday was coming up the next weekend and he wanted to get an early start on making a nice dinner for him. Being so young, he wasn’t too picky on what he ate but his favorite dessert was chocolate cake, so Shay decided to go with fixing a chicken and broccoli casserole and a big chocolate cake. “Are you sure its your birthday?”
“Yea.”
Knowing he needed other necessities at home, he stopped and picked up a box of Cinnamon Toast Crunch, his personal favorite, and tossed it in his shopping basket. “Really? So how old will you be?”
“Ahhh…nye?”
“Nine?” Shay laughed. “Let’s try two.” He stopped to pick up some eggs. “What presents do you want? Toys?”
“Yea. I wa toy.”
“Like what? You like SpongeBob?” Jack nodded. “You like Blue’s Clues?” Jack nodded. “Um, you like Sesame Street?” He nodded. He’s just nodding his head to anything I say. “How about……Dora the Explorer?” Jack nodded again. “You just like anything, don’t you?”
“Yea.”
“Well, we’ll see if you’re this easy to pick for when you become a teenager.” He kissed the top of his son’s head as he pushed him in the basket down to the next aisle. He intended on searching for bread, when he heard two female voices in the next aisle talking about him and his family. And there was no question to if they were for sure or not because they spoke loud enough for people in the following four aisles to hear.
“Did you hear the latest about Larry?”
“Larry, who?”
“Larry Gibson.”
“No, what?” Shay could hear the eagerness in her voice. How pitiful. She has no life.
“My sister’s, husband’s, first cousin said he was out next town in Tatter Hill at Hardees when he looked at the motel next to him and saw Larry going in one of the rooms.”
“What? With who?”
“He said he couldn’t recognize the guy at first but figured out it was someone named Dennis Harper. He used to be stripper back in his prime, but I think he’s out of that now. Then again, he ought to be, he’s 41.”
The other woman gasped. “Whaaaaat? Aren’t he and Bryant still married?”
“Yep. But I heard he doesn’t love him. That’s why after he caught Bryant about to set the house on fire, he decided to put his ass away.”
He tried to put the house on fire? Who comes up with these rumors?
“He tried to set the house on fire? You’re kidding!”
“I kid you not, Corrine. I tell ya, it seems that family is destined for failure and embarrassment. You feel sorry for Shay’s boy for when he grows up, you’ll almost be waiting for what he will do.”
Fed up with the blatant talk about him and his family, Shay walked into the next isle. The two women were buck-eyed and pale faced when they saw him coming towards them.
“Hello.” Shay said curtly, but his eyes said, I heard what you said.
“Hi.” Corrine responded.
“Would you excuse me, please, I need to get behind you.” Corrine moved and Shay walked to the shelf. That particular area carried the store’s green peas and no one in the Gibson family cared for peas, but….The uneasiness he put in the two women just by ‘popping up’ in their isle right at the end of their conversation, was priceless. Once putting his can in the basket, he pushed it and his son into the next isle where the ingredients for cakes were.
***
Same time different place
Bryant smiled as he made his way into the visitor’s room. Shay had just visited him yesterday, surely he didn’t come again so soon. But his smile faded at who he saw sitting at a chair next to a table. “Larry?”
“Bry.”
The smaller brunette sat down opposite him. “It’s nice to see you…..considerin’ I’ve been here for almost a month.”
Larry removed his hat, ran his fingers through his hair, and placed the cap back on his head. “Well, don’t get used to it, cause this isn’t becomin’ a habit. I came here to bring you somethin’.”
“What?” Larry placed a file of papers on the table. Bryant looked down at it and frowned. “Termination of Marriage? You want a divorce?”
Larry nodded. “I want a divorce.”
Bryant and Larry had married early in their lives at 21. But they knew each other longer than that. With just a simple look into those dark gray eyes, Bryant could tell if Larry even woke up on the wrong side of the bed that morning. Bryant knew Larry inside and out, that’s why he was able put two and two together. “You’ve found someone else.” He stated.
Larry paused. “………I have needs, Bry. I’m not bein’ fulfilled in this marriage. With you bein’ sick, I feel like I’m all alone. I don’t feel needed or important…”
“I’ve always made you important in my life. Always.” Bryant said, tears were welling up in his almond brown eyes. “It’s you who wasn’t attracted to me. I guess now that I’m sick, the thought of sex with me would be almost disgusting or unthinkable.”
“Bry, we’re just not workin’ out. I—“
“How long have you been sleepin’ with him?” Bryant interrupted him, his eyes now directed at the table, no longer able to look at his estranged husband.
“……..A year.”
A pain went through Bryant like he had just been shot in the heart. A whole year?! He’d been sneaking off, sleeping with another man for a year?! Bryant, unable to hide the hurt he felt, bent his head and covered his eyes as he cried.
Larry pushed the file of papers closer to Bryant and held out a pen. “Look Bry, you need to sign these. It’s just two pages. You sign where the ‘X’s’ are…”
Bryant’s head shot up. “I’m NOT stupid.” He snatched the pen from Larry’s hand and signed the first and second page of the papers that would end their 20 years of marriage. He threw the papers back at him.
“Thank you.” Without another word or parting glance, Larry left the room and the hospital.
Bryant continued to sit there. Tears still falling, he started to rock in his seat, rubbing at his temples, and moaning. A female nurse saw the fit that was inevitably coming and started to make her way over. “Bryant, what’s the matter, huh? Bryant, can you hear me?” he touched his shoulder and he snapped. He shot out of his seat, grabbing the middle aged woman by the shoulders, and slammed her up against a wall. The force of it made the nurse cry out. “Don’t touch me you fuckin’ bitch!”
“John! Anthony!” the nurse fearfully called out. Two orderlies came into the room and immediately made their way towards Bryant. Bryant saw them coming and backed away from the women, choosing to give Anthony a strong right hook to his jaw, knocking him on his ass. John put him in a armlock from behind, securing him, but the heartbroken patient still thrashed and still cursed. “You fuckin’ piece of shit, let go of me! Let go! Let—“ Bryant was cut off when the lady nurse came back with a syringe of “Slo-Mo” and stuck him in the side. He immediately collapsed in John’s arms.
***
Later that afternoon
Shay and Jack had finally finished shopping for the day, but since all the stores seemed to have run out of grape juice, he decided to make a stop at Roy’s Corner. He knew that was the store Randy worked and owned but he also knew Jack HAD to have his grape juice everyday, so he pulled his car into the parking lot. Remembering Randy had told him he didn’t work on weekends, he figured the coast would be clear. He was mistaken.
“Ambie! Ambie!” Jack squealed, wiggling out of his mother’s arms and running towards the blonde’s legs. Randy smiled as he lifted the boy into the air.
“Hey, Jack. How are ya, kiddo?”
“Djurah…am…ba…”
“Really? That’s great. You still being a good boy?” Jack nodded. “How’s your mama?” Jack pointed behind him and Randy spotted Shay standing, a carton of grape juice in his hand. “Shay, hi.”
“Hello, Randy. How are you?”
“I’m good….You?”
“Good.”
“Great. Great.”
There was an uncomfortable silence between the two that was so thick in the air, young Doug sat behind the cash register looking from one perturbed face to the other. This looks very interesting.
“What are you doing here? I thought you don’t work weekends.”
Was he hoping not to catch me here? “I don’t. It’s just that my aunt had to leave early today and somebody had to watch little Doug here.” Randy smiled when he heard an obvious cough coming from behind them.
“I ah, I guess we need to talk, huh? About what happened.”
“Yeah. I think we do.”
“How about tomorrow after you get home from work? I could stop by your place?”
“Um sure. Okay. I’ll see you then.” Randy put Jack down and he watched as Shay paid for the juice and started to make his way out the door. “Hey, Shay?” the young man turned around. “I-I’ve missed seeing you…..you know.”
Shay didn’t say a word. He nodded and left. Do I always have to put my foot in my mouth? Randy thought.
The blonde heard laughing coming from behind him and turned to see Doug covering his mouth. “What?”
“You are quite the Casanova, aren’t you? Such a smooth talker.”
“Shut up.”
“Say, what about ‘what happened’ between you two? Did you guys have a one-nighter? Do you know the reputation he has around here?”
“Doug…”
“Even with that, I don’t blame you for doin’ it. He’s not bad to look at and you KNOW he knows what to do behind closed doors. I’d wax his ass too.”
“Doug! Get back to work, will you.” Randy made his way to the inventory room.
***
Same time, different place
“You talked to him yet?” Dennis Harper asked his lover once he came into the familiar motel room in Tatter Hill. The red head lay lounging on the bed in a natural pose you could only acquire if you’ve spent half your life giving lap dances.
Larry pulled out the paper, unfolded it, and tossed it on the bed next to him. “He signed it.”
Dennis looked down at the paper. “But you haven’t. You plan on signing this?”
“Of course I am.” Larry sat next to Dennis, pulled out a pen, and signed the divorce forms. “Step one of our life together has officially started.” He kissed the red head. “Only two more steps left.”
“Oh yeah? What steps are they?”
“Well,” Larry straddled Dennis’ waist and pinned his hands above his head. “First, I need to clean house,” he kissed pale skin around the neck. “Then, I get this divorce finalized.” He kissed his neck again.
“You make it sound so simple, Larry.”
“That’s because it is. My old family has brought me more grief and embarrassment than I can bear. I’m ready to start over. And I want to start over with you, if you still want.”
Dennis smiled. “I’d be more than glad to.”