Chris stormed into their bedroom and started packing furiously. He was so angry. He felt betrayed. His boyfriend Daren still sat in the living room where Chris had confronted him and where the yelling had begun.
Chris, being between jobs at the moment, had been at home today while his much more financially successful boyfriend had been at work. He wasn't sure why he'd done it, but Chris had logged off his user on the computer and managed to guess the password for Daren's user as Chris's birthday. What he'd found had shocked him.
As soon as Daren had come home, Chris had started yelling at him with tears in his eyes. Threatening to leave him. Threatening to report him to the police. Calling him a monster.
“Are you just with me because I look a bit young, Daren!? Do I look like a little boy to you!? We're 25, Daren! You can't like little... What's wrong with you!?” He'd tried not to cry during the fight, but tears had rolled down his cheeks.
Daren had tried defending himself. Giving pathetic excuses like that he'd never done anything like that to a child. That he'd only watched and fantasized, but never even payed for any of the pictures. That he hadn't supported the industry. Chris wouldn't listen. There was a fundamental sin here. Daren liked boys. Boys, for crying out loud! Then Daren had tried to make Chris the bad-guy. Demanding why Chris had gone through his privet stuff.
Chris's hands were shaking as he packed to leave. The tears were still trickling down his cheeks. He didn't know where he'd go. He didn't have a job or money. But he couldn't stay here. It all hurt a lot more, because despite it all, he still loved Daren. Loved him and hated him and didn't know what to do.