Prompt: Zane cheats on his boyfriend with his boyfriend's best friend.

Oof, this is pretty long

Word count: 4,083

This smut includes:

Cheating
Thigh Riding
Handjob
Phone sex
Wall sex

A bit of angst

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Travis doesn't know how it happened. He doesn't even know why it happened. But he'd be lying if he said he regrets it. Travis regretted it at first, but over time, he accepted what was happening and let it continue to happen. Thanks to an extremely addictive drug name Zane Ro'meave. He may not remember how or why it happened, but he remembers all the details of when it first happened.

The first incident happened about two years ago.

On a rainy day, Travis finally gathered all the courage in his body to confess his love for a certain blue-haired girl. But to his dismay, she rejected him without a second thought. She didn't even give him a reason for her rejection. She just said no and walked away. If she had stayed for a second longer, she would have seen Travis crying his eyes out. At that moment, his heart shattered into one million pieces. The immense pain of heartbreak was too much for Travis to handle. As if the weather read his emotions, the rain started pouring even harder than before.

On that same day, there was trouble in paradise. Zane and Gene were arguing again about the same thing they argued about for the past month. Sex. The couple had different views on the topic of intimacy. Gene has always been a fan of soft sex whilst Zane was tired of it. Zane wanted to try something new, Zane wanted rough sex. The first time Zane expressed his desire for something different, Gene rejected the thought. The same thing happened the second time, the third time, fourth, fifth and sixth time until it sprang out into many arguments to come. Zane just wanted some excitement in his life. He wanted nothing more than to be held down onto a bed and to be plowed into and choked and- you get the gist.

"I just don't understand why you won't give it a chance!" Zane said, raising his voice.

"Because it's too risky to try! What if I accidentally hurt you?"

"That's why there are safe words-"

"What's so wrong with soft sex that you're constantly fighting against it?"

"Because it's boring! It was great when we first started having sex, but it's not satisfying anymore! I haven't been properly satisfied in months! For God's sake, Gene. What the point of having a big dick if you're not going to use it correctly?!"

Gene narrowed his eyes and bit his lip.

"I'm going out," he said, irritation and hurt clearly in his voice. Zane sighed.

"Gene, I'm sorr-"

"Don't." Gene interrupted Zane's apology. Gene put on his shoes and a hoodie and grabs an umbrella before leaving. Zane sighed once more and flopped down on the couch.

He knew he should not have said what he did, it just came out. He didn't mean to insult Gene, but what he had said was 100% true. Zane wished Gene would just try to do what he wanted for once. He wished Gene would talk with him about it instead of instantly shutting him down. What was so satisfying about soft sex anyway? Maybe Gene is just too vanilla to try role-playing or bondage or even spanking.

This isn't the first time Gene has walked out when arguing with his boyfriend. He's done it at least twice before and doesn't come home till three hours after. Zane guesses he either cries or smokes weed, that's why Gene come home with red eyes.

Just then, there was a knock on the door. Zane groaned as he stood up from his place on the couch and made his way towards the front door. Upon opening it, Zane was met with a surprising sight. Travis stood there outside in the pouring rain while crying. The scene was pitiful indeed.

"Travis," Zane said. Travis tried to talk through his sobs

"I-is Gene here?" He said. Zane shook his head.

"He went out for a walk, he won't be back for a while. Why the fuck are you in the pouring rain without an umbrella?" he said, then grabbed Travis's wet sleeve.

"You're gonna get sick. Get in," He said. Travis looked away and sniffled. Zane let Travis in the house.

"You're so stupid sometimes, I swear," Zane thought out loud as he closed and locked the door. Travis stood in the middles of the living room, his head hanging low. Zane took notice on how Travis was obviously upset.

"Travis," Zane said as he rested his hand on the tallers' shoulder.

"Why are you crying?" That sentence alone made Travis sob even more. Zane's hand now cupped Travis' face.

"You can tell me y'know. I may not be Gene, but I'm here to listen." Zane said as he squished Travis' face in a playful manner, making the white-haired man form a small smile.

"I'll get you some dry clothes. While I'm gone, please don't sit on the couch till you change" And so, Zane went to the upstairs section of the shared house to retrieve a clean pair of Gene's clothes. Upon coming back, Zane handed the clothes to change into. Travis took the clothes and went into the bathroom to change. When he returned, the two sat on the couch.

"I finally told Katelyn how I feel. And she.." he cleared his throat before continuing. "She completely shut me down."

Zane frowned and put his hand on Travis' shoulder.

"What's wrong with me, Zane? What's so wrong with me that Katelyn didn't even give me a reason why she rejected me?" Travis asked as his voice shook.

"Nothing's wrong with you, Travis. You're funny, you're smart, you're caring, you're attractive. I can't imagine why anyone would reject you. Maybe there's just something wrong with Katelyn." Zane said. Travis smiled and looked into Zane's eyes, then looked away with a small blush on his face. Then he did the unthinkable. Travis turned back to Zane and kissed him. When Travis pulled back, that's when he realized his mistake.

"Oh my god" He whispered to himself and looked away. "I just kissed my best friend's boyfriend" Travis dug his fingers into his wet hair then turned back to Zane.

"I'm so sorry Zane. I-I didn't mean to. It just happened. I promise I won't do it again. Please don't tell Gene." Travis kept rambling to the point where he was talking too fast and Zane understand hear him.

"Travis-"

"I'm sorry."

"Travis, listen. It's okay. It happened out of nowhere and you didn't mean to. It was just in the moment"

Travis thanks whatever god made Zane so understanding. Even though the other didn't get mad, Travis still felt guilty.

Zane, however, felt an entirely different feeling. There was a strange feeling in his chest. A feeling of want. A feeling Zane hasn't felt in a while.

As if the same thing Travis felt had transferred into Zane, Zane cups Travis' face and kisses him deeply. Travis' eyes widened as he tried to pull away. Zane didn't let him. After five seconds, Travis was kissing back. Is this the excitement Zane was looking for? Maybe so, but all Zane knew is that he wanted more.

Zane swung his leg over Travis' to make himself sit on the others' lap. Travis' hands gripped Zane's sides and at that moment they both knew one thing;

They weren't going to stop now.

Zane rolled his hips onto Travis' lap as their tongues explored each other's mouths. Something he never tried before. Travis seemed to enjoy it though, considering the groans that had left his mouth. Zane could feel the growing hardness of Travis' cock under him.

The ravenette's hands tangled themselves in Travis' milky white hair as he ground his hips even more, trying to make Travis as hard as possible. When he feels that his mission is accomplished, he scoots down so that one of Travis' thighs are pressed between his legs. His hands unzip Travis' pants and frees his cock from it's confined space known as Travis' boxers.

Zane's mouth waters. Never has he expected anyone to have a bigger dick than Gene.

Travis pulled Zane back for another messy kiss as Zane began stroking Travis' cock. Then Travis put his hands on the others' hips and moved it so that Zane was grinding on Travis' thigh.

This is what Zane has been longing for all along. The excitement. The thrill. The want.

More

More

MORE

When their mouth connected once more. Tongues immediately clashed together, like the couldn't live without the friction of each others' mouths. Moans and groans being swallowed by each other as if the world would end if they separated for a mere second.

Zane never imagined himself doing this ever. Making out with his boyfriends' best friend? Absolutely not. Touching Travis' dick while grinding on his thigh? Out of the question. But here he was, doing exactly that.

Zane's hips sped up as he was slowly reaching his climax. Travis felt precum leak from his cock. A growing heat in his stomach told him that he would cum soon. Zane slid his thumb over the slit of the sex organ and Travis swears he's never felt this intense pleasure before. He never felt so desired. So wanted.

Eventually, all go things must come to an end. Zane lets the loudest moan he has ever developed and cums in the pants he's wearing and onto Travis' thigh. Still in the pleasure of the 'best orgasm' ever, he continues to jerk Travis until he feels the same euphoria.

That was the first time and definitely not the last time.

---

The next incident happened two months later.

Travis has felt guilty ever since and Zane knows that. But frankly, Zane doesn't care. Zane was slowly getting addicted to the thought of sleeping around with Travis without Gene knowing. Zane was a slave under the lust sins' control.

Travis just wanted the night to himsef. The night alone. But sometimes loneliness makes people do the unthinkable.

Take Zane for example. Gene leaves to go grocery shopping and the other male gets riled up for no apparent reason.

Zane is calling...

Travis' ringtone sounded through the room. Travis furrowed his eyebrows and slid the green icon, answering his phone. He held it up to his ear.

"Hello?"

There was heavy panting on the other line.

"Zane?" Travis called out.

"A-ahh~..ngh."

Now Travis was really confused. Did Zane really call him to fake moan in his ear?

"Mmm, fuck."

Or maybe he wasn't fake moaning.

"Zane. What're you doing?" Travis asked as if he wasn't at least 98.9 percent sure what the fuck was going on.

"Gene i-isn't home. Ah! S-so lonely, Travis. So needy.~"

Zane sounded like he was delirious with pleasure. It made Travis wonder...

"What are you doing to yourself?" He asked. Although it was a simple question, he didn't mean for his voice to come out as if his vocal cords had dropped a couple octaves.

Zane sucked in a breath of air.

"Hah.. hah.. fingers." Was his reply. Travis understood. There are pros and cons of understanding. One of the pros were not having to ask more questions. One if the cons were... the the growing bulge in Travis'pants. He unintentionally made a pleasurable noise into the phone, which made Zane moan.

"How many do you have in?"

"T-two"

'Just two?' is what Travis was going to say, but he stopped himself. Why hasn't Travis hung up by now? This was his best friends' boyfriend that called him while masturbating. What the hell was he doing?

"You think you can put in three?" Travis asked.

Zane made a sound of delight as he forced a third finger in.

"Fuck!" He moaned. "I haven't felt g-good in months. I haven't been f-fucked good."

Travis' hand started palming himself through his sweatpants.

"Please make me feel good~"

Travis has had about enough of Zane's antics, but he still couldn't get enough of him.

His mind went to dirty places. He imagined good it might be to have Zane suck his dick. He imagined how Zane would look under him. Or maybe on top of him.

Zane's moans brought him back to reality. The desperate moans of Zane became louder. Especially when Zane rubbed his finger against a certain spot inside of him. A spot that he hasn't felt in a while. A spot that made his whole body tingly and made him see stars. He was trembling by now, desperately trying to reach an orgasmic bliss.

Travis licked his lips as he jerked himself to the sound of Zane's whines and moans. Zane must've heard the others' pants and groans.

"Are you jerking yourself off Travis? Mmm ah~ A-are you imagining me while you get off? That's so fucking hot~"

All thoughts of this being so wrong left Travis' mind. He was too focused on what Zane looked like while stretching himself open with three finger that he didn't realize his groans got louder as his hand went faster.

"Ahhhh oh my god~"

Travis could tell Zane was close. He could hear it in his voice.

"You close, Zane?"

It was so enticing. Cumming with each other on the other line. This situation what complete adultery and they both knew that. But it was so exciting.

"Yess so close~." Zane moaned and Travis doesn't think he'll ever get tired of hearing Zane's sounds.

"I want you to fuck me so bad, Travis. I want you to make me forget about all the unsatisfied nights with Gene. I want to be sore after you're done with me. Please!"

And that's when Travis came. His hips bucked into his hand and his eyebrows furrowed as his orgasm hit him like a goddamn plane. Travis let out a string of pleasured and out of breath cusses.

Zane was on the edge. His fingers never stopped even if his hand was getting a little cramped and tired.

"Fuck yeah, I'll make you forget." Travis let his mouth move and he could barely hear the words coming out.

"I'll make you forget your own fucking name." he growled out. That sentence was what untied the knot in Zane's stomach.

Zane's thighs tensed and his back arched. Cum went spilling out of his dick and it all felt-

"Fucking amazing"

The two stopped talking for a few minutes, just hearing the tired breaths they took as fatigue washed over them.

"You live alone, right" Zane asked, breaking the silence.

"Yeah.." Travis answered.

"Perfect." Then Zane hung up.

Now they were both puppets in the game of lust.

---

Not even a week later, Zane can knocking on Travis' door. When Travis opened the door, Zane pushed him inside and locked the door.

"Listen to me. You are going to put your phone on silent and you are going to fuck me. Right here, right now." Zane barked orders at him.

"Why do I need to put my phone on silent?" Travis asked. Zane gave him a simple answer,

"So no one can interrupt us." Travis quickly pulled his phone from his back pocket and put it on silent. As soon as he looked up Zane's lips were on his. Zane really wanted this, and who was Travis to deny what Zane wants? Travis's phone dropped out of his hand and out of his mind for the time being. All of his focus who's on the man in front of him.

Saying pulled back for a moment and said,

"Mark me."

"What? I can't do that. What if Gene sees?"

"I'll cover it up, I just need your mark."

Travis pinned Zane against the nearest wall. The look in Zane's eyes looked threatening. Like if he didn't do what Zane said, there would be some serious consequences.

Travis pulled down Zane's shirt collar and kissed where Zane's neck ended and his shoulder began.

He placed another kiss before latching his mouth on the area. Zane wrapped his arms around Travis'shoulders in anticipation of what was coming next. Travis began sucking on the spot his mouth was on.

Zane gasped, arousal burning his insides. The thought of being marked by someone who isn't his boyfriend excited him to no extent.

Soon enough there was bright pinkish red color mark on skin. Zane pulled Travis in for another kiss but this time more needy of a kiss. Their tongue clashed together, desperately trying to reach every part of each other's mouths. Zane began to take off his shoes and unzip his pants.

"I want you right now. I can't wait anymore." Zane whines. He takes it upon himself to unzip Travis's jeans proceeds with jerking him off while getting something from his back pocket. It was a condom and lube packet.

"Wait shouldn't we go up to my room?" Travis asked.

"No. I want you right now and I'm sick of waiting." Zane urged.

Travis took the condom from Zane's hand. Zane smiled and watched in delight as Travis rolled on the condom. Zane took off his pants and boxers.

"I need to prep you." Travis said Zane shook his head.

"I already took care of that. Take this off." Zane pulled on Travis' shirt. Travis pulled his shirt over his head and dropped it.

Travis took the lube packet opened it and began to spread the slippery liquid over his cock. He threw the empty packets on the floor and lifted Zane up by his thighs. Zane wrapped his legs around Travis' waist.

This was finally going to happen. The moment they both waited for.

"Hurry up!" Zane whines, pulling Travis closer. Travis began to push his dick into Zane and Zane's thighs jolted. It was only halfway in but Zane felt so full. When Travis pushed all the way in, Zane latched his nails on the skin of the others' back.

"Do you want me to move or..."

"Gimmie a second."

Zane took a deep breath and let himself get used to the stretch of his hole. Travis' breath fanned over Zane's neck.

After a moment or so, Zane felt comfortable with the size of the dick inside of him. He relaxed his fingers and Travis took that as a sign to start moving. Zane let out a pleasure breath and he knows he won't regret this one bit. Neither of them will. Travis slowly pulls out, then slowly moves back in. This went on for a while until Zane had enough.

"Faster." Zane demanded. Travis looked at him with an unsure expression on his face.

"A-are you sure?" He asked even though he's want nothing more than to just fuck the smaller male properly.

"Yes I'm sure. I'm not some virgin."

Travis disregards his previous concern and picks up his pace. Zane moans in bliss. Travis' dick felt so good. It was so wrong but so right at the same time.

"C'mon. I know you can do better than that!" Zane's whines. Travis audibly growls and picks up his pace, shoving Zane further into the wall. Zane's body shook with excitement. So this is how it feels to be fucked correctly. It felt amazing. Zane wonders why hasn't he thought of this sooner. Travis finds a pace to keep up with that has Zane begging for more.

"Fuuck, please," he moans.

Suddenly, his mind goes blank as Travis hits the perfect spot. His eyes roll back and he nearly cums right then and there. He releases a sound that makes Travis forget that he even has a best friend. But now was not the time to think about him. Now was the time to just forget about him. For the time being, at least.

The two were gasping for air, like normal oxygen wasn't enough anymore. Heavy breathing, moans, groans, and skin slapping were the only sounds that filled the air. Travis had dreamt about having moments like this. Having complete dominance over someone else. Though he wouldn't call it complete dominance just yet.

"Travis, oh god. Travis~"

Holy fuck, that sounded fucking great.

Next time, Travis wants to test Zane's flexibility. To fold him in half if Zane let's him. Oh god, that would be fantastic.

Zane's breath gets faster as he appreciates his release, clinging to Travis' body as close as possible. Wanting nothing more but to reach nirvana. He then bit into Travis' shoulder, muffling the moans he'd deem too loud. He even started sucking onto Travis' neck to lower his volume. He just can't help it when Travis is ramming his cock deep inside in Zane.

Thrust after thrust and Zane knows he won't last any longer. He was aching for release and so was Travis.

Travis sucks in a breath and losses his pace, thrusting frantically. This is was causes Zane's undoing. Zane's body jolt violently and he yells into the skin of Travis' neck. His nails rake down the others' back, leaving red marks.

"Fuck Zane, you're so fucking hot!" Travis grabs onto Zane's thighs and doesn't let go until he's coming into the condom. Zane whimpers as Travis thrusts a few more times, calming down from the intense orgasm.

Zane pulls Travis' face for another sloppy kiss.

They both knew this definitely wouldn't be the last time.

---

It was almost one year later and the two hadn't stopped their afair. Zane had fulfilled in living most of his sexual fantasies and Travis had tried some of his own. It was difficult trying to keep their little secret away from the others but it was worth it. They'd always find a way to ravish in each other without anyone noticing.

Or so they thought.

Zane walked down the stairs of his and Gene's shared house. He was about to walk out the door when Gene stopped him.

"Where are you going?" He asked. Zane turned to look at Gene, who was sitting on the couch. He looked as if he'd been... crying?

"I'm going out," Zane answered as he reached for the doorknob.

"Zane," Gene had interrupted.

"What?" Zane groaned, turning back to Gene.

"Do you love me?" Zane scoffed at the stupid question.

"Of course I'd do. Why would you-"

"You're lying" Gene interrupted.

"What are you talking about?" Zane was confused. What made Gene say this?

"You don't love me. If you really loved me, you would go screw around with my best friend almost everyday." Gene stood up from the couch, a pained expression displayed on his face. Zane's eyes widened.

"Did you really think I wouldn't find out, Zane? Did you honestly think I wouldn't notice the matching hickies on both of your necks? All the times you sneak off together? The looks you two always give eachother? The smell of sex and sweat when you come home? Do you really think I'm that such of an idiot, Zane?" With every word, Gene took a step closer to the other until he was arms length away.

Zane didn't know what to say. He was speechless. They had been caught.

"H-how long have you known?" Zane asked. There was no point in denying it now. Not when Gene has everything figured out.

"Long enough. Zane, our relationship is ruined. All because you wanted sex. I was ready to give into your desires the next time you brought it up. The thing is, you never did. The sad thing about that is that's when I started getting suspicious." Gene held back tears.

"I love you, Zane. I always have. But it seems as though you never-"

"Gene, I did love you" Zane interrupted, cupping Gene's cheeks. His hands were pushed away.

"Did. That passed tense Zane. I learned that in school. You know what I also learned in school? That I was gay for the emo kid named Zane Ro'meave." Gene exclaimed.

Zane didn't know what to say so he stayed quiet.

Gene sighed.

"Just go." He said. "Go and have your little fun with Travis. But when you come back, I want all of your stuff gone."

Gene turned around and went upstairs, leaving Zane alone.

The weird thing is, Zane didn't feel anything. No remorse, no guilt, nothing. Maybe he had fallen out of love with Gene.