Confusion

                                    

                                          
Mike couldn't sleep. 
                          
It wasn't an unusual problem for him to have, but this night, when he closed his eyes, the image of Chester holding onto the headboard was there, taunting him, reminding him he was laying in the very bed in which he'd been with Chester. Flashes of Chester's neck, his head thrown back against his own shoulder, his lips on Chester's pulse and his arm around Chester's waist, his hand bringing Chester to climax...
                          
Mike opened his eyes, staring out into the blackness. This is ridiculous, he thought, reaching for his phone carefully, hoping not to wake Anna. 
                          
3:32 AM You awake?
                          
There was a long wait, Mike thumbing through Twitter, before the answer came.
                          
4:11 AM I am now. Everything ok?
                          
4:11 AM Unlock your door
                          
Gingerly Mike rose from the bed, holding his breath and glancing at Anna before making his way to the connecting door, carefully unlocking his side, waiting to hear the same from the other side. There was a soft click, and then Chester opened the door a crack, peering at Mike with sleepy eyes. Mike pressed his palm against the door with just enough force to indicate that he wanted to come in, and Chester relented, moving aside as the door swung his way and Mike slid inside the room. With another soft click he closed the door behind him, immediately feeling Chester's arms slide around him, and Mike turned and caught Chester's face in both hands, landing a gentle, restrained kiss on the other man's waiting mouth. 
                          
"Mikey... is everything ok?" Chester tried again, pressing his palms to Mike's back and squeezing him closer. He was warm and sturdy and comforting, and Chester couldn't get close enough to him, wondering how things had gone with Anna.
                          
"I don't know Ches... " Mike felt the tears starting to slip down his cheeks, "have you talked to Talinda?"
                          
Reluctantly, Chester let go of Mike's waist, walked toward the bed and switched on the lamp, peering at Mike in the dim light. "Yeah, we talked tonight. I called her after I left your room. Figured if Anna was just showing up here I probably needed to talk to T... definitely don't want her showing up here too."
                          
Flicking away the drops that had made their way down to his chin, trying to be composed, Mike calmed his breathing and asked, "did she know?"
                          
"Yeah... she knew." Chester sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Mike with an expressionless face. Emotionless voice. Waiting... 
                          
Mike wasn't sure if he should go to Chester or not, what he should do with his hands, where to look. "What did she say?" he finally asked, afraid to hear the answer. 
                          
Something about the look on Mike's face made Chester ask, "I think I want to hear what happened with you and Anna, first." Eyes still cautious, he peered at Mike from behind his glasses, watching all of the emotions slide over Mike's face; he'd never had a good poker face. 
                          
Fear. Anger. Disgust. Love. Need. Desperation. And finally, resignation. "I asked her to stay, Ches. I... told her that I was willing to try to fix what I've done. We fought at first, but then when we started really talking... reminiscing... I thought that maybe I haven't tried hard enough. So I told her I'd try... to make it work between us." His face crumpled as he heard his words out loud, words he felt were the beginning of the end of his relationship with Chester, and Mike wanted to disappear, for the floor to open up and swallow him at that precise moment. I think I've made a huge mistake.
                          
A hint of anger shined in Chester's eyes before it was replaced with what appeared to be cool detachment. "But... that's not what you want, Mike."