He was lead into the trailer, his eyes immediately assaulted by a mish mash of furniture and belongings, all seeming haphazard and cluttered. The door was shut behind him and he was pressed against it, painted nails scraped up under his Iron Maiden t-shirt and scratched against the bronzed skin beneath. They swam upwards, one finding a rounded pectoral and tracing a small circle around the hardening bud. A hiss of breath was drawn inward, pretty pierced lips were bitten, darting olive eyes lit molten. Blue ones held them intently, the oceanic depths intense and glittering. Fingers wove through bleached hair, short on the sides and soft and fluffy on top, the color of corn husks. Strong hands found slender hips and held them as lips nipped, cautiously at first, and then more wantonly. Tongues clashed, tattooed arms wrapped around the blonds' neck, his hands found the other mans' hair tie and quickly dislodged it, letting the beautiful locks cascade over shoulders and into eyes.

The smaller man broke the kiss as the older one breathed out a sigh, the sound needful and bordering on a moan. The hands with the chipped, raven, nails latched onto his wrist and pulled him to a leopard print couch. He was shoved backwards onto the mismatched pillows and went down obediently. He lifted his thick muscled arms and let the other man peel his shirt away, as he fumbled with the smaller mans' belt. Clothing was stolen and shed, designer jeans tossed to the side the same as paint splattered ones. An ivory body curled around a sun-kissed one. When he bent to steal lips again faces were hid in a rain of colorful tresses that tickled the bottom mans' face so pleasantly.

The blond fisted his fingers in the wavy locks, ignoring the gold band that glimmered on his own finger, noting the bond that had not been promised to the man on top of him but to another. Sounds from each set of lips entwined and mingled like a lusty song whimpered quietly in the room, lit dim by the sagging evening sun as it drew downward against the sky.

Mouths pulled apart only when air became scarce, and the one with skin as soft and white as cream sat back, smirking as he wiggled his storied ass against the others' thick response. He splayed his skillful fingers onto the panting chest beneath him, and the hands belonging to that body tucked some of his long hair behind his pierced ears. Their breathing was all that was heard in the room for moments, a delicate serenade as their eyes locked together, each knowing that the other held the same unspoken thought, which at last was voiced by the blond—his origins made clearly known by his first word.

"Eh, maybe we…shouldn't." He spoke quietly, never breaking the others' emerald snare.

"Maybe." The other replied simply, running his hands up and over strong shoulders. "Ah don't think he'll find out though." He added with the tint of a southern drawl, his mischievous eyes dazzling in the low light. The other swallowed hard, his cobalt eyes glimmering.

"He would never suspect." He whispered.

The pale beauty nodded, and slowly the man beneath him returned the confirmation with a bob of his own head, and an arch of his hips that drew a moan as reply.

"I want to ride you."

"Then ride, baby boy."

The sun slipped slowly away, leaving the room in gray shadows. Their act was concealed perhaps--a two edged knife in the darkness, doubly destroying the man who held both their hearts, to one called 'brother' to the other 'husband'. Now both of them were dubbed soiled trust against a gaudy, leopard print couch, the name of their game playing out in secret, heated, passion: Cheat.