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Someone Else's Husband By: Meadow Lark

Fandom: None

Romance/drama

Implied sex

Slash

Rating: PG-13

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Story blurb: From the POV of a man dating a married man.

Warning: Male/male situations, adult situations, language, implied sex, drama

You know, I know what I'm doing is wrong. My boyfriend is married to a woman and has a child with her already. I could lie and tell you she doesn't pay enough attention to him, or that she's lousy in bed, or that the kid is a brat, or that the wife is just a nag and totally annoying, but that isn't true.

To tell the truth, I met the woman once. I was curious about her, and just wondered what kind of a woman would be able to snag a guy like Derek. Especially since he seems to enjoy being with me more. She was a very nice lady and we talked for a half an hour, before I got up and left.

She had her daughter with her and I gotta say the little girl seems to be real sweet. Then again, maybe that's just something she does for being out in public. I don't know, but she seemed sweet. She liked me, anyway.

If anything, I wish I'd never met either one of them. I felt kinda guilty after that, being with Derek, when he had a wife and kid at home waiting for him. I didn't care before, but I did after that. I mean, they had no idea that Derek was going off to meet someone else, to date, to have sex with, and a number of other things that the wife probably thinks is reserved just for her. She has no idea that Derek is even interested in guys. He's told me that he never told her about that.

On one hand, I know I have real feelings for this guy, but I also know he'll never leave his wife and kid. Part of me is upset by this knowledge and the other part of me, I guess that's the part of me people call 'the decent guy', that is glad of it, because that three year old little girl and Derek's wife do not need that sort of grief in their lives.

The fact that I know he won't leave his wife and kid to come to me tells me right there that whatever he feels for me isn't as strong as what he feels for his wife and kid. I'm under no illusion about that. I'm not one of those people that sits there and convinces themselves that their guy is gonna leave their wife and kids for them. I know better than that.

He's a sweet guy, and just about perfect. Except for his habit of cheating. I don't think he's cheating on me, too, but the very fact he's cheating on his wife says he's not perfect. And, I know that if he did leave his wife and kid for me, that its very possible he'd end up cheating on me sometime in the future and maybe even leaving me for the person he was cheating on me with. I'm not too stupid or too far into denial to realize that. I probably am stupid enough to take him if he leaves his wife and kid for me, but again I know he won't.

I also know that what we have together won't last. I know that eventually, if he doesn't get caught first, he's going to get paranoid and he's probably going to break it off with me. Isn't that how it usually goes? Guy thinks he might get caught so he breaks it off with the person he's cheating with and stays faithful for a while until the suspicion's off and then he finds someone else? Or even tries to go back to the person he had before?

Yes, I'm stupid enough to take him back if he ever dumped me and wanted me back later. I won't say its love, because I haven't even been in love before, so I don't know. I rather think its stupidity and a desire to be wanted and needed.

He's also great in bed. I don't know if his wife gets to see the animal side of him, but I sure do and I love it. I haven't had a more intense lover than Derek before. Not in my entire life. I know, that's hard to believe, but its true. You know, he even growls sometimes? I just love that. Growling really gets me hot.

But, enough about what gets me hot. I'm going to miss him when he breaks it off with me, even though I already feel so guilty about being with him because of my stupid decision to go meet his wife and kid.

Maybe, it'll be for the best when he does. Part of me hopes that when he does dump me, he'll stay faithful to his wife from then on, and part of me wants him to come back to me when its safe for him to do so. No part of me wants him to lose his reputation or his comfortable life. That's why we're so careful, only going to places that we know no one he or his wife knows will be, and that we aren't in vehicles that his friends or his wife's friends would recognize as his.

He's really a beautiful man, and I realize that over and over again when I look at him. Like right now, as I run my fingers through his hair while he sleeps. I'm supposed to wake him up soon, so that he can go home.

I hate waking him up to go home. And, its times like this that I realize that when he does have to dump me, I'm going to hit the ground like a safe. That's why I sorta try to make the time we spend together count. I don't know, maybe that sounds sappy and maybe it doesn't, but that's the way it is. I don't do that with just anybody, either. I really gotta feel something for the guy before I'll even care if every moment of the time we've got together counts. I don't know if that makes any sense or not. But, that's the way it is, plain and simple.

I turn around to lie on my side, my back facing him, because at the moment it's just more comfortable for me and I can watch the clock easier, as well. It's just about time for me to wake him up, its getting late and the room is tinted a pretty sort of blue color. I guess my moving around woke him up, though, because I hear him take a breath and give a light yawn, moving closer to him and putting his arms around me, pulling me close against him. He knows I like it when he does that. I like to be held, so sue me.

Times like this, I wish there was an easy, simple answer for this situation so that nobody had to get hurt. But, that's not the way it is with this situation, but at the same time I wouldn't trade a second of it.

The End