Fingers were trembling over sweaty skin and popping up the few buttons that were still locked. The room was insanely hot and the air was practically oozing with sex. It all felt so right, yet so wrong.

The other man’s touch was intoxicating and he knows. He knows that he shouldn’t have come here. He shouldn’t have contacted this man at all. He had known that this would happen all day, the entire drive over, he had known that he would end up having sex. And yet, he had let it happen. He let someone else touch him like no one else but Kurt had before…

Kurt. Tears prickled in his eyes as the other man pounded into him over and over again, harder, harder! He couldn’t bring himself to tell the man to stop. He wanted to, but he couldn’t. It felt too good.

He let out a long moan, mixed with a whimper, which made the other man smirk and thrust harder, rougher, harder. They were both getting close to the edge and he almost lost it completely when the other man- Wait, name, what was it? Elijah? Eli. Eli’s lips closed over the skin of his neck and started sucking a hickey to the sensitive spot. He closed his eyes and drew in a shaky breath. Kurt. Kurt always sucked on his neck on that exact spot right before they came in unison.

But there was something inside of him that was still supporting his choice of doing this.

Kurt doesn’t care. Kurt has his own life now. You’re not a part of it. You’re alone.

He decides to listen to this inner demon. The devil of his consciousness. But now he was a devil, too, right? A cheater. Kurt would never take him back anyway after this.

With the demon’s words stuck in his head, he allowed himself to come, wrapping himself up in pleasure. Eli came shortly after, falling down on top of him when he was done.

He closed his eyes and pretended Kurt was on top of him. Their steady heartbeats beating in unison, like they would for the rest of their lives. Marriage and children and Broadway and forever. That was what he wanted. With Kurt.

His eyes fluttered open again so he could find Kurt’s lips and kiss them in the afterglow. But the body on top of him wasn’t Kurt. The eyes he met weren’t blue, they were dark brown.

Blaine, what have you done?