“Pray You Catch Me”
Millie entered her office and nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw Kendrick sitting there. He didn’t look like the normal, happy, and loving person she had come to know.
“Kendrick, what are you doing in here? You scared me half to death,” she told him.
“Is Peyton cheating on me,” he asked.
She gulped and stared him in the eyes, “Who could he possibly be cheating on you with? You two are such a loving couple?”
“Cut the shit, Millie. He’s fucking that guy in the painting, and I want you to tell me I’m not crazy.”
“If you think he’s cheating on you, then you should speak with your husband. Not me!”
“Notice how you neither confirmed nor denied it? Allow me to tell you from an attorney’s point of view, you nonverbally confirmed it.”
“I didn’t confirm or deny anything because I don’t know anything. I do, however, know that Peyton loves you. I know you two have had ups and downs through the years. I know you cheated on him in high school. I know he forgave you time and time again. So, what is this really about, Kendrick? Is this about your guilt over the past or your guilt about your present?”
Kendrick slowly nodded his head as he contemplated Millie’s words, “You should have been an attorney. You make an excellent gas lighter.”
“I’m not gaslighting you,” she defended. “I’m simply making an observation.”
“I’m gonna leave now. FYI, I called and had his phone number changed before I got here, so don’t waste your time trying to call him or text him.”
Millie cut her eyes and said, “I hope you find what you’re looking for, Kendrick.”
***
Kendrick sat at the kitchen table, waiting patiently, thinking, and plotting his words. He had moved the table and was positioned so that the moment the door opened, Peyton would see him. The keys jingled outside the door. The lock flipped, and Kendrick grabbed the remote to the stereo that was on the table and pressed play.
The door opened, and Peyton stepped inside. His eyes found Kendrick at the table. He was tapping his hand against the opening beat of “Pray You Catch Me” by Beyonce. Peyton stepped into the apartment, dropped his luggage, and waited for Kendrick to say something. Thirty-six seconds passed, and then came the lyrics. Kendrick made eye contact with Peyton as he sang the song.
He sang, “You can taste the dishonesty; it’s all over your breath. As you pass it off so cavalier, but even that’s a test. Constantly aware of it all, my lonely ear. Pressed against the walls of your world. Pray to catch you whispering. I pray you catch me listening. I’m prayin’ to catch you whispering. I pray you catch me.” He paused the song, and then he said, “I pray you don’t lie to me.”
Peyton understood the meaning of the song. He knew Kendrick knew about his affair with Kai. The secret was out, and now all he could do was offer answers and hope that, in the end, everything would have been worth the reward.
Peyton exhaled, “I won’t. I prayed you’d catch me.”
Kendrick slammed his hand down on the glass, angered by Peyton’s confession, “That almost pisses me off more than you fucking someone else behind my back.”
Peyton griped, “I’m just being honest. I wanted to tell you, but I was afraid not of how you’d respond, but afraid that my actions would be pointless if I lost it all.”
“Lost what, Peyton,” he asked as he leaned in.
“Him,” he yelled.
Kendrick sat back and chuckled. It was one of those chuckles you do when you’re in utter disbelief of what’s being told to you. “Him? What about me? Just fuck the nigga who been with you since high school? What about our love?”
“I care about you. I love you, but it’s not the same,” Peyton hung his head and said, “I didn’t know love on this scale was possible until I met him.”
Kendrick sternly asked, “Your Korean bitch that you painted for the fuckin’ world to see?”
Peyton’s head snapped up. His eyes revealed the truth that Kendrick already knew. Even when you know the truth, the admission can still hurt far worse than you thought possible. That was how Kendrick felt.
“Yeah, I know about his ass,” He stood up, and his voice raised as he yelled, “You weren’t exactly hiding it! You painted him, and then you were running around the museum with him while I walked around looking like a fucking fool waiting for your black ass!
Peyton yelled, “I didn’t ask you to be there! As a matter of fact, I tried my damn hardest to make sure you couldn’t be there.”
Kendrick clapped his hands, “Bravo! You’re a real fuckin’ saint, Peyton! You fucked around and then tried to keep me from being with my husband to celebrate one of the biggest nights of his life. So that your ass on the side could be there?”
“I didn’t know he was going to be there. I hadn’t seen him in a year. I just didn’t want you to see the painting, and then he was there in Chicago. I didn’t know!”
Kendrick threw his hands up, “Hold up. Hold the fuck up! A year? How long have you been fucking him?”
Peyton sighed and professed, “I met him the night I took the photos for the apartment complex mixer.”
“HA,” Kendrick outburst as he spun around, “Wow! This just keeps getting better. All this time, you’ve been having an affair. It makes so much sense now. The threesome and the need for the guy to be Asian. Here, I thought it was a fetish, but you were trying to substitute your boyfriend. We were in bed sharing an experience, and the whole time, you were thinking about someone else.”
“It wasn’t like that. I didn’t go out there seeking an affair. It just happened. Did I make the choice to do it? Yes! I own that! When I met him, he just snatched my heart, Kendrick. I can’t explain it. It was love at first sight. I didn’t understand it then, but I get it now. And please, let’s not rewrite history. You fucked around on me plenty in high school.”
“They didn’t mean shit to me. I changed because I love you. I became a better man, and I’ve been faithful to you for years. I always told you when I fucked up. You didn’t even tell me. You’re having an emotional and physical affair. You have Millie lying for you. I wonder who else knows.”
“No one else besides my mother. What do you mean, Millie lied?” Peyton asked him.
“I confronted her and she played in my face like she was stupid, but you tell her everything and you really just said to me that it was love at first sight.”
“What am I supposed to do here? If I’m honest, you’re upset. If I don’t tell you, you’re upset. What do you want me to do? “
“I’m entitled to be fucking upset! You don’t get the right to check my feelings. I’m hurting, angry, and a lot of other shit that I don’t want to put into words! So the least you can do is take this argument like a man. You were fucking around on me like one!”
“FINE,” Peyton yelled.
Kendrick stormed over to him with a quick pace. He got directly in Peyton’s face and yelled, “GOOOOODDDD!”
Kendrick was heartbroken. He genuinely loved Peyton, and the idea of someone else having and holding him was painful. His eyes watered as he searched Peyton’s eyes. Letting go was something he wasn’t quite ready to do. He wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to do it. Being close to Peyton and inhaling his scent was enough to turn him on.
He leaned in closer, and his lips softly grazed Peyton’s fat lips. It was sweet, simple, and familiar. It was easy to feel those feelings of warmth, comfort, and ease. Their noses rubbed, and Peyton stepped back.
“Kendrick, what are you doing?” He asked gently as all the tension faded from their bodies.
“Shh! Just go with it,” he said as he wrapped his strong arms around Peyton and pulled him closer. Their bodies touched. The feeling was serene and tranquil. They went with it. Articles of clothing were suddenly scattered across the apartment.
Kendrick's lips met Peyton’s lips for a slow and sensual kiss. Over and over, the kisses continued with passion and drawn-out desire. Kendrick’s swollen cock throbbed against Peyton’s blood filled penis. Peyton dropped to his knees. He looked up at Kendrick with those lustful eyes and then took that incredible cock into his wet mouth.
“Oh my God,’ Kendrick whispered. “You look so fucking sexy on your knees like that.”
He deep-throated Kendrick as only he could do. Kendrick’s heart raced as he stared down at his husband. He loved him, and he wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment forever. Peyton locked his lips around the shaft and went to work making Kendrick feel like a king. Peyton wrapped his hands around the thick shaft of Kendrick’s dick and worked him over.
Kendrick let out soft and passionate moans. His hips rocked back and forth feeding his ever growing dick to Peyton. His balls dangled as he slowly fucked Peyton’s perfect mouth. Slobbering noises filled the room as Peyton continued to nurse that fat cock. Peyton pulled it from his mouth and focused his attention on Kendrick’s balls. He took them into his mouth sucking each one and flicking his tongue across them.
“Bend over the sofa,” Kendrick instructed.
Peyton quickly got on the sofa on his knees and bent over. Kendrick knelt behind him. He slowly ran his hands over those perfect booty cheeks. The feel and shape of Peyton’s ass always blew his mind. It was one of the first things he had ever noticed about him when they first met. Years later Peyton’s ass still stopped him in his tracks. He pried those cheeks apart and cast his eyes upon that tender tight hole that milked his cock with perfection.
“The ancestors truly blessed you when they gave you this ass. He’ll never appreciate this for the beauty it is,” Kendrick stated as he leaned in closer and blew his breath on Peyton’s hole.
Peyton felt a shiver in his spine and a tingle in his hole from Kendrick’s actions. Kendrick kissed his booty cheeks and then extended his tongue out. He pressed it against Peyton’s hole. Peyton pushed out, and Kendrick’s thick tongue slipped inside. His tongue swirled Peyton’s insides. He quickly began to dart his tongue in and out of him. As he ate him he smacked his gorgeous ass cheeks. Peyton moaned and pushed his ass back making Kendrick’s tongue dive deeper inside of him. Kendrick removed his face from Peyton’s ass. He rolled his tongue across Peyton’s balls and then proceeded to suck his dick from the back.
“Fuck,” Peyton moaned in both shock and pleasure.
Kendrick closed his lips around the head of Peyton’s cock. As his tongue played with the slit of Peyton’s cock he pressed his thumb against that puckered hole and it slipped right in. Peyton arched his back and pushed back and forth on the digit.
Kendrick stood up, took his cock, and slapped it across Peyton’s hole. He pressed the head against Peyton’s entrance and then sank his dick deep into his husband’s depths. They both groaned from the exquisite feeling. Kendrick slowly began to move his cock in and out of Peyton’s juicy wet pussy.
“Your pussy feels so fuckin’ good,” Kendrick moaned. “How can you expect me to give this up?”
He began to fuck him harder and faster. He placed his hand on Peyton’s lower back and held his body still as he devoured his hole. His long dick glided in and out of the tight hot furnace over and over. His balls smacked into Peyton’s balls. Each stroke drove Peyton crazy with intense pleasure. Kendrick undoubtedly knew how to fuck. He pounded into Peyton harder. Peyton’s hole began to moisten. His walls clenched around that fat took and creamed all over.
“Fuck! You’re hitting my spot,” Peyton cried, much to Kendrick’s delight.
Kendrick pulled out of him and took a seat. Peyton straddled him without being told so. He eased down on that fat rod. It entered him smoothly. Kendrick cuffed those fat cheeks and helped him bounce up and down on his rod. Peyton wrapped his arms around Kendrick’s neck. They locked eyes and fucked each other the way they used to before Kai was ever in the picture.
Kendrick wrapped his arm around Peyton’s waist and helped him roll his hips. Peyton moved slowly and sensually. His body rocked to his own passionate drum beat. His hole continued to cream, and both their bodies dripped with sweat.
Peyton picked up his pace. He began to bounce his body up and down faster. He rolled and rocked like it was nothing. His hole twitched and throbbed around Kendrick’s dick. His eyes rolled, and he pulled on his nipples as Kendrick’s dick tapped his spot like a song on repeat. Peyton’s walls tighten around Kendrick’s dick.
Kendrick rolled Peyton onto his back. Peyton spread his legs and Kendrick’s dick piston in and out of him. He fucked him harder and faster. His cock went deeper inside of him. His balls started to pound into Peyton’s cheeks. As he fucked him he took Peyton’s cock into his hand and began to stroke him with each stroke. Peyton’s eyes rolled, and his body squirmed with pleasure. Kendrick delivered one expert stroke after another. Everything felt like it was timed brilliantly and passionately. Peyton felt his balls draw up. His cock leaked more and more precum. Kendrick twisted that fat cock with the right amount of pressure.
“I’m bout to cum,” Peyton cried.
“Cum for me baby,” Kendrick encouraged him.
Peyton’s body convulsed and his cock erupted with creamy cum as Kendrick continued to fuck him. Peyton’s hole contrasted like hands applying the perfect massage. The pressure and pleasure danced around Kendrick’s cock the right way and it sent him over the edge. He pushed his dick as deep as possible inside of Peyton. His cock exploded with hot semen.
“Aaagh,” Kendrick roared as he emptied his balls inside of Peyton’s perfect hole.
The room was suddenly filled with silence. For a long while, no one said anything. Eventually, Peyton got up and slipped his clothing back on. He could feel Kendrick’s eyes on him, burning every part of his existence. He couldn’t look back at him. He was afraid he’d become weak and give himself back to Kendrick.
As he headed for the door, he said, “I’ll send for my things.”
“When he breaks your heart and trust me, Peyton, he will break your heart. I won’t be here waiting for you.”
“That’s where we’re different. I always waited for you, no matter how many times you broke my heart back in the day.”
“No, we’re the same. The difference is I never fell in love with anyone but you. I pray, though, that he loves you as much as you love him.”
Peyton exhaled, found his strength, and turned toward Kendrick, “I pray you catch me if I fall.”
A single tear fell from Kendrick’s eye as he replied, “I’ll wait for a little while. Just a little, and after that, I have to move on.”
Peyton nodded in agreement and understanding. He gave Kendrick one last smile, and then he was gone, gone to find the perfect stranger who had stolen his heart, mind, body, and soul.
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