The realization

Will's eyes bulge as he looks down at himself and then up at Bruce?

"My god, oh my god." Will stammers as he pulls away from Bruce, "no this is all wrong." He says getting up, He looks over at Rod, ****, his body having fallen off the bed then turned his attention to Will. "What the fuck happened Bruce?"

"What do you mean Will?" Bruce says coyly, swirling the cum on his stomach with his finger.

"I feel fucking disgusting," Will says.

"Do you feel disgusting before cheating on me with my father or after he couldn't make you cum and I had to pull his slack," Bruce responded coldly.

"I feel disgusted having just watched my ex-boyfriend ram his dick down his father's/my boyfriend's mouth so far that he is now **** and the only thing he can think of is how to get off," Will says bending down. He lifts Rod up, pulling from under his arms.

"I hardly see how that is the big question, considering you are also the one who tossed him aside when you couldn't use his hole to cum." Bruce says, "I mean really..."

"Shut up Bruce." Will says, staring at Bruce after having laid him on the bed, "Shut the fuck up for once in your miserable little life." Will looked away and picked up his clothes, a heap in the corner. As he pulled up his pants he looked away from Bruce. "I think you should go, Bruce."

"This is my apartment too ya know..." Bruce starts but Will shakily interupts.

"Please, just go." Will turns around and this time Bruce saw it. He'd seen the look before in Will's eyes. The look of fear. The same look that had sent Bruce over the edge moments before, except it looked like, the fear had not gone away. Bruce didn't say anything, suddenly feeling very confused and unsure of himself. _What have I done? _He got up and picked his clothes up. Going to the bathroom, he cleaned himself quickly in the sink and changed. _He had wanted **** yes, he still wanted more...but... _Still shaken by the look Will had given him, Bruce left his apartment. Suddenly, he receives a phone call.