Solitary Spider: The End

Three days went by since John had sex with Will, and as John stood waiting for the set to be completed for the shoot, he thought about it.

Will moaned as John drove his dick deep inside him; it was a sexy moan that made John even hornier. He thought of Will’s dick, fucking his mouth and then fucking his ass.

“OK people! Models on set!” the photographer’s yell interrupted John’s rising erection.

Later as John drove home, he thought about what Will had said about the urges to cheat after a while and he realized he was right. He was still very attracted to Will, but after fucking him it was as if he took it out of his system. He also realized he was happy with James, and couldn’t wait to fuck him when he got home.
However he did feel guilt. He was never the cheating type, and when his family told him that being in the modeling business would change him, break him and transform him… he laughed and said that would never happen.

As he drove his car into the garage he thought “Did it happen?”
He decided to stop thinking and went inside the house.
“I’m home!” John yelled after he threw his keys on a table. “Babe” he said as he poured himself a glass of water. He looked at his watch as he went up the stairs; James should be home by now.
“I don’t here the water running” he thought to himself as he got his cell out of his pocket, and just as he was about to call him he opened the bedroom door.

James was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head down.
“James?” John was worried. James didn’t move, he just stared at his hands, resting against his legs.

“Is it true?” James said in a barely audible tone. John placed his glass of water on a table and asked “Is what true?”
James didn’t answer and still didn’t move.
“James!” John said aggravated. He was worried something had happened to him, was he sick? Did someone die? Did..
“Did you cheat on me?” James asked and finally looked up from his hands. He looked crushed and John felt his insides sinking.
“Wha-“ John couldn’t finish the question so he just shook his head.
James slowly turned to grab a magazine lying next to him. He reached out to give it to John, who quietly took it.
As John read the headline of the page he felt his chest ripping open and everything falling out.

“MODEL JOHN NAZETTI’S gay sex TAPE”

He felt James quietly studying his reaction as he read the note.
“Whatever you tell me I’ll believe” James said, looking down again. His voice was so sad, so heartbroken, and so lifeless. John wanted to die.
John didn’t answer. He stood paralyzed watching James close his eyes in pain.
“Tell me anything” he cried “Fuck tell me it’s not true!” he banged his hands against his legs as John stood motionless.
“I knew there was a chance of you cheating on me” he said quietly again. “But I thought you would never do it. I was kidding myself thinking I could be with a model”
John’s question had been answered. He had changed. He became what he never wanted to become.
“I’m-“ John started
“DONT fucking say you’re sorry” James barked. His eyes were hateful now. He stood and walked towards the window. It was obvious he had a million thoughts going through his mind but he couldn’t make the right sentence.
“Who is he” he asked coldly.
“No one” John blurted out “Some guy… I went to school with him”
“How was it?” James face was cold and emotionless.
John opened his mouth to answer but just shook his head.
“You can fuck some guy, lie about it, have a sex tape but you can’t tell me if you liked it?”
John looked down ashamed, his eyes were filling with tears and he had a huge knot in his throat.
“Guess I’ll have to buy the fucking tape to see for myself, right?” he said as he started walking closer to John “Did you blow him? Was his dick bigger than mine?” he started raising yelling as he took John by his shirt and pushed him against the wall.
“Was he a better kisser! How many times did you fuck him!” he yelled at John’s face as he banged him against the wall. John was petrified. “TELL ME!” he let go of John’s shirt and he buried his face on his chest as he cried. “Why” he said between sobs.
John hugged him close and James then yelled for him to let him go. John held him tighter as James cried.
“I’m sorry, im sorry, im sorry, im sorry!” John shrieked as he cried.
“FUCK YOU!” James pushed John away.
“I’m sorry” John cried looking down at the floor.
“I never thought I could hate someone as much as I hate you” James simply said.
“No” John cried as his body finally collapsed and he sat on the floor.
“I hate you so much. How fucking could you, how” James said crying again.

“Just die” were James´last words before leaving the room… leaving their house, and leaving John crying against the wall.

CARD BLOCK

“Coming!” a male voice yelled from inside the apartment. John waited on the other side of the door, his body shaking with anger.
He heard the locks and as it was being opened John pushed it and stormed inside.

Will was scared shitless until he saw that it was John. John’s anger rose when he saw the dark grin on Will’s face.

“That was rude, John” Will said walking next to John and closing the door.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” John demanded, standing motionless in front of the now closed door.

“Well I can’t just leave the door open” Will said coolly as he walked to the kitchen. John rushed up to him to take him by his shoulder and turn him around.

He right hooked him and Will grunted as he fell on the floor. His cockiness vanished and as he held his jaw he shot John a dark look.
“I deserve it. But one punch is all you get. One more and I’ll punch you to death” he said as he stood.

“Touch me and I’ll fucking kill you” John barked.

“I already have, pretty boy” Will smirked. John was about to punch him again but he quickly added “You keep punching me and I’ll go to the media so fast you’ll be paying me by tomorrow”

John looked at Will defeated and stiffened his arms to his sides.
“Alright” Will smiled and turned towards the small living room. After sitting on one of the chairs he began “Listen..I do like you, and I wanted to fuck you just as bad as you wanted to fuck me, but it was a golden opportunity.”

John felt his chest was burning.
“So I fucked a model and I got paid for selling the evidence. It’s a pretty sweet deal” he chuckled.
“You fucking-“John roared but Will stopped him.
“There’s no such thing as bad publicity, John”
“I don’t give a fuck about that”
“Oh… James” Will squinted as he looked at his hands. John felt he would collapse after hearing his name. “I’m sorry about that. But you can only blame yourself” Will said calmly.
“I didn’t even know there was a fucking camera taping everything and that you were such a fucking dick!” John snapped.
“No, you didn’t… but I didn’t force you to do anything. You went to Passion, you kissed me, you came here, and you sucked MY dick”
“Stop” John thought but he couldn’t talk. His chest was no longer on fire, now there was something worse. Ice cold guilt. Will was right, it was his fault and being there wouldn’t change what happened, being there wouldn’t bring James back.
John rushed out the door and out the building to his car. He sped as rain started pouring.
His heart raced and his chest tingled anxiously as hoped James would take him back, that James would forgive him, that he would still love him back.
He parked in front of James old apartment, praying he would be there and not at his parents or one of his friends.
He rang on apartment 16 and waited for an answer. Nothing.
He rang again. Silence.
“Yeah?” a voice said.
“James!” John said excited. There was a brief silence and then James asked what he wanted.
“Let me in please, I’m sorry! I’d do anything to take back what I did, I’m sorry!”
James didn’t answer.
“I love you.. Please!” John cried to the intercom. “Please forgive me, please, please!” he begged. No answer from the other side. The cold outside felt even colder as John stood begging to the intercom.
“Just… go. Leave me alone” a cold voice finally answered. John trembled as he heard he was no longer on the other side. John rang the buzzer over and over... but nobody picked up. He cried as he collapsed on the building stairs.

It’s 11.25 pm and John lies quietly on his bed. It had been five hours since he left James’ apartment and all he had done since then was cry. He had never felt so miserable, he literally felt like shit.
“What have I done” was the question on his mind since he left James’s.
So now, John lies on his bed in the darkness of his room, quietly staring at the ceiling. He was completely numb. He didn’t feel like crying, he didn’t feel like punching Will, he felt nothing.
He turned to his side and closed his eyes. He would never fall asleep but he hoped he would. He thought of the meeting he had to go tomorrow with the director. On top of being completely numb he had to listen to the director go on about scandals and the image of the agency.

John tried not to think about anything. “Sleep… sleep… sleep” John repeated. His mind started going blank and there was hope of sleeping when he abruptly opened his eyes.
The image of something suddenly flashed in his mind. Something he decided not to see.

“I’m I imagining it?” he thought as he got up from the bed. He grabbed his car keys and ran out of the house.
He knew it couldn’t be right, that his mind was just playing tricks on him. But his gut told him he did see it, it was real.
“Why would I imagine something like that? So I wouldn’t feel as guilty? Impossible. It had to be real. I saw it” a thousand thoughts rushed through his mind as he rushed through the streets to get to Will’s.

As he got on the elevator and pressed the number 5 he thought of what it would mean if what he saw was real. “It can´t be real” he thought as the doors opened and he started walking towards Will’s apartment. He wasn’t sure if he wanted it to be real or not.

He knocked on the door once.

Twice.

By the third time he heard footsteps approaching.

John thought of what he saw in Will’s apartment as he heard someone on the other side.
John thought of the picture he saw on a table in the living room as he heard the door being unlocked.
John thought of the picture he saw of Will and …
“JOHN” James said horrified once he opened the door.
The picture of Will and James kissing.

One thing life and Solitary Spider have in common is…
You never know what you’re going to get.