Hall Pass: Part 12 (Patreon)

Hi everyone, here's the latest instalment in the story. Now, I think some of you will love this and some of you will hate it, because this is the bit in the story where the cuck realises that the relationship between his husband and his hall pass has gotten more serious than expected. And it's here that the husband has the opportunity to make his cuck feel safe, and important, but fails to take it. I know some of you love this kind of stuff, while others hate to see a hothusband act like an asshole.

So for those of you who think the story's taking a turn for the worst: all I can say is that I strongly believe a story needs some dramatic tension, and the possibility of a bad outcome, otherwise there's nothing at stake to make it meaningful. Think of every rom-com you've watched, right? Someone fucks up, everything is lost. Till they fix it. And I can assure you that this story has a happy ending, so I hope you stick with it!

By the time Bradley and Luca woke up I was totally spiralling. It turned out that photos from the last night’s red carpet, the photos of the two of them together, were all over social media. Lance wasn’t the only person I knew who’d seen them already. As well as the message from him, it was only a minute or so later that I got a message from my friend George asking, Is everything ok? I saw the pic of Bradley and Luca Rivera. That prompted me to go online to find out what the hell was going on, where I found a bunch of photos of them across several different celebrity news accounts, posing together on the red carpet. Bradley looked the part, and the two of them looked correct together somehow. Which made my stomach churn even more than it did when I first saw Lance’s message.

Another message came in while I was scrolling through the photos. Shit, your husband bagged Luca Rivera!!?? I didn’t even see who that one was from, or bother to check. I didn’t know how the news could spread so fast, until I realised that once one person I knew had seen it they’d almost certainly be talking about it with all our mutual friends.

The cat was well and truly out of the bag, and I had no idea how I was going to explain it.

When I saw Bradley stir I almost told him immediately. But I held back, and he just rolled over and cuddled Luca from behind without even opening his eyes. That made Luca let out a sleepy groan and he nestled himself tighter against Bradley, ass against Bradley’s morning wood. Bradley gently kissed the back of Luca’s neck until he woke enough to register what was happening and turn his head to meet Bradley’s lips. Then before I knew it the two of them were kissing lazily, Luca’s hand rubbing Bradley’s dick. It was a minute before Bradley looked over and registered that  I was in the room; the look on his face seemed guilty, and I wondered if it was because he’d so easily gotten used to waking up with Luca and forgetting me. He studied my face for a few seconds like he was trying to figure out whether I was okay. I didn’t say anything, my lack of objection tacit permission for him to continue, so he did. 

Once they’d finished fucking Luca got up, his big dick swinging and my husband’s load deep inside him. He took a piss and then got on the phone to order coffees from room service. It left Bradley and me facing across the room from each other.

“Hey,” Bradley said. “How are you doing?” When I didn’t reply, not sure what to say, I saw the concerned frown spread across his face like a storm cloud arriving to ruin a sunny day. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“People know,” I said. 

“People know what?” he repeated, before I saw it click that he understood what I meant. “About me and Luca? What people?”

“There were photos,” I said, hearing the hoarseness of my own voice. “Paparazzi. At the premiere.”

Bradley’s eyes widened for a moment before he let his head hang limp in dismay. He let it hang there for just a second or two before he shook it off and looked me in the eye again. “It’ll be fine,” he said. “No one we know looks at that kind of stuff. And just because we went to a movie together it doesn’t mean anything.”

“People have already seen. Lance, George, I don’t know who else. They’re asking me about it.”

“Oh.” Bradley didn’t have anything to say in response to that. He looked up at Luca, who by now was off the phone and had realised what we were talking about.

“I’m sure it’ll be fine,” Luca said. “I take friends to events like this all the time.” He got back on the bed, grabbed his phone from the nightstand, and started checking his own notifications.

“Lance saw,” I said to Bradley. “He was there the other night. He knows Luca’s your hall pass.”

Luca stopped what he was doing and looked up at me. Then at Bradley. “I’m your hall pass?”

“Uh...” Bradley was even more lost for words now.

“Why didn’t you tell me that?”

Bradley winced. “I don’t know. I guess it seemed awkward.”

“Are you only into me because I’m famous?” Luca asked. I could see he was annoyed.

“No, of course not!” Bradley told him. “We were horsing around and someone asked me to pick my celebrity hall pass. You were the first person I thought of, because, well, look at you. You’re stunning. When I look at you I want you. So of course I wasn’t going to pass up a date with you. It seemed like fate: the one guy I wanted most in the world, and the one guy I was allowed to pursue if the opportunity arose, and the opportunity did. But it’s clearly not because you’re famous. It’s because we have a connection. Being with you is…” He trailed off, seemingly unable to find the words to describe what it was like to be with Luca.

It stabbed at me, hearing that, seeing how far he’d already fallen in the space of just a couple of days. And seeing the reaction in Luca’s face, the disappointment melting away and being replaced by a look that I could only describe as adoration.

I felt anger welling up inside me. Anger at myself that I’d let this go too far. And anger at Bradley that instead of being worried about the crisis we were faced with right now he seemed more worried about what Luca thought.

I cleared my throat. “Can we please focus on the problem at hand?” I asked snarkily. “What are we supposed to tell our friends right now? And what are we going to do about these photos?”

“We can’t do anything about the photos,” Luca said, shrugging. “One they’re out there they’re out there. We can just explain it away.” 

He picked up his phone again and started checking it. But a second or two later he grimaced. 

“What is it?” I demanded.

“People are asking who my new boyfriend is,” he admitted. He turned his phone slightly to show something to Bradley, and he grimaced too.

“What?” I was losing my patience now.

Bradley turned around to face me so I could see the photo: the two of them walking into the cinema, Bradley’s hand on Luca’s ass. There was no way they could pretend they were just friends now. 

I took the photo from Luca’s hands and opened up the comments under the photo. Aside from the obligatory heart-eyes and the fire emojis there were several comments asking things like, Who’s Luca’s new man? And under one of them a reply: O shit, that guy’s married to my friend!

Next thing we knew Luca’s phone was ringing. It was his publicist, asking what to do about the rumours he was dating a married man.