Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 5

They aren't the same thing."
    Scott was at a loss for words, something unusual and foreign to him, especially when he was so mad he could spit. "Omitted? What the fuck, Devon? Oh sorry. I mean Devastation ."
    "Devon's my real name."
    "Like I care." Scott's flicked his head to the side.
    Devon stood up, all freshly-showered, hotter than fuck lying-sack-of-shit rockstar. Scott forced himself not to look, dipped his head to examine his shoes when Devon came closer. He flinched away when a warm hand settled on his arm and a finger lifted his chin. He looked up into Devon's eyes.
    "I'm sorry. I would have… I was going to tell you."
    Scott stepped back, snapping his arm away and moving to the other side of the room. "When? After you finished your world tour and needed a place to hide again? Or maybe you have another lover stashed away for those times? Aren't rockstars supposed to be like sailors? A lover in every port?"
    "I don't have another lover. I already told you that."
    "That's not much of a comfort considering you've been so full of shit about everything else."
    "Why did you come backstage if you didn't want to see me?" The look on Devon's face was pure despair, even his body language admitting defeat in some strange way. His whole demeanor sent tiny ripples of sadness to Scott's heart, but he wouldn't allow that to happen. He was thinking with his head from now on, not that overworked muscle in his chest that got him into trouble, and definitely not the lusty one in his pants.
    "Eddie wanted to meet you and I wanted to see for myself how much you didn't matter to me anymore."
    Devon leaned his back against the wall, head cocked in Scott's direction. "I don't believe that."
    Scott snorted. "Doesn't matter what you believe, does it? I believed you love… liked me and look how that turned out."
    "I do like you, and the word you almost said? I agree with that one, too."
    "Fuck you, Devon!" Scott moved closer, words and spit smacking Devon in the face. "You can't say that to me just because you've been caught in your dirty lies."
    "I'm saying it because it's true."
    "What's true? You like me? You loooove me? You cheated on me with a whole goddamn army of fans?"
    Devon shook his head, the tiny muscle in his jaw twitching ever-so-slightly. "I don't sleep with my fans."
    "I call bullshit to that too. I saw you on the stage. You were like a big horny sack of cock waiting to breed." And I wanted you all for myself.
    "It's an act, Scott. I'm an entertainer, that's what I do."
    "How many did you fuck when you weren't hanging out at my house? One a night? Two? Did you have one before you came to my bed or was that a little too much for even the great rockstar to handle?" Scott knew he was out of control but he was helpless to stop himself. He was hurt and sad and frustrated and teetering on the edge of anxiety.
    Devon stepped backward, both sides of his jaw twitching, turning his mouth into a demonic smile. "You know what? You're just like all the others. You find out what I am and the who doesn't matter anymore. That really fucking hurts."
    Scott wasn't done. Squaring his shoulders and pursing his lips, he stalked Devon across the room. "What hurts? That I crashed your little party of debauchery or that I'm not falling at your feet begging to sleep with you like all the rest of your harem?"
    Devon's jaw clicked and his eyes narrowed. "I haven't slept with anyone else in over four months. I already told you that."
    Scott stopped his pursuit. "You said I was just like all the others… that means there are others."
    Devon gazed into Scott's eyes. "In the past, yeah. Men who found out what I did for a living and either judged me for it or expected more from me because of it."
    "I never wanted more. I just wanted you… the real you."
    "Then why can't you believe the real me is the one you had… the one you still have?"
    Scott couldn't help but snort. Devon was smooth, so smooth Scott almost believed what he was saying. But that wasn't the point of the conversation. Devon had lied about his life, about everything outside of his world with Scott. Believing anything that came out of Devon's mouth would only bite Scott in the ass later, would only shatter his heart again. That couldn't happen. Scott couldn't let it happen.
    He shook his head, more to clear his rambling thoughts than to disagree with anything. His heart thumped so loudly in his ears he wanted to scream for it to shut the fuck up. "The only thing we had in common