The Death Of A Bachelor

Split Lips Of Split Lovers

Brendon wasted no time speeding to Ryan's luxury apartment.

He wasn't sure how he felt yet. He understood the sadness flowing through him. He just lost one of the most important things about his life. His loving husband. And not only did he lose him, he broke his heart. So the sadness was clear.

What wasn't clear was the edgy anticipation bubbling in his stomach. He had no idea how Ryan would take the news. He was most likely going to be happy. No more sneaking around and secret messages. No more kissing in private and hiding their relationship in public. He was free. Almost single.

When the elevator opened Brendon noticed how unusually untidy the house was. It wasn't like there was trash everywhere and stains in the couch and carpets. There wasn't anything that extreme.

More like there was a cup in the sitting room. One of the couches was pushed slightly out of balance of the others. The remote was on chair instead of on the table. Ryan was usually obsessive about how he kept his house. This wasn't like him.

Brendon walked through the room. Not even bothering to inspect the mess in the kitchen. As he walked down the long hallway he noticed the light coming from the bathroom. Ryan was probably in the shower.

He didn't hesitate to push the door open. Ryan didn't flinch. He was standing in front of his large mirror. Leaning over to get a better look at his own face. His eyes connected with Brendon's and he spun around to face him. Clearly not as happy to see him as he should be.

"Do you see this?" He stalked towards him.

"See what?" Brendon took an instinctive step back.

"This!" Ryan hissed. Pointing at his perfect lips.

Brendon leaned in closer to look. There was a hairline split of the skin. Almost impossible to notice. He was tempted to just brush it off but Ryan seemed pissed about it.

"You cut your lip?"

"No I didn't cut my lip." He pointed his finger to his chest as he spoke. "You cut my lip." His finger pressed into Brendon's shirt. "Well, your husband did anyway."

"Dallon did that?" Brendon didn't believe that for a second. Dallon wasn't a violent person.

"Yes. Your large husband came storming into my home and punched me in the face. Twice. I should fucking sue the cheap jeans off that idiot. Ryan walked back to the mirror. Pouting his lip just to glare at it. "This face is my money maker. I can't have it ruined."

"You can barely see it-"

"Those magazine's cameras catch everything."

"I'm sorry?"

He walked fully into the bathroom. Wrapping his arms around Ryan's thin waist. The model froze for a second before relaxing in his boyfriend's arms. He turned so that they were chest to chest.

"You don't have to be sorry. Just keep your husband away from me. How the hell did he even get this address?"

"You don't have to worry about him anymore."

"Yeah?" Ryan smiled condescendingly. Pushing Brendon away playfully. Only to turn and look in the mirror at his lip again. "Why's that? Are you divorcing him?" He snorted.

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Dallon and I are getting a divorce."

"What?" He spun so quickly it almost made him dizzy.

"What did you think would happen when he found out about us? He'd suggest a threesome?"