The door of the house lays lazily shut, unlocked despite living in a highly populated neighborhood. The blinds are drawn shut, shielding the inside of the house from the dark skies of the night. What was supposed to be dinner sits untouched on the stove, the heat turned off.

Up the stairs is a parade of discarded clothes. Shoes, socks, then belts, a pair of jeans following soon after. All leading to the bedroom, where the door stands slightly ajar. Inside, you and Simon fight against the wall in a mess of teeth and hands. Your hands eagerly work to remove his shirt while his hands grasp at your bare hips. All the while, your mouths clash, fighting for dominance.

What was Simon supposed to do? Johnny, his husband of five years, was gone on a emergency trip to Scotland. He’s been gone for weeks. And here you were, one of his coworkers from the shop. You’ve been displaying interest in Simon for months. While working on cars you would keep steady conversation with him. Sometimes you’d even go out for food after a long shift.

When you asked to come over to hang out, Simon just couldn’t say no. And when you tried to escalate things further? Simon was always a weak man.