Thoughts swirled around my head as I kissed Brian. I couldn't believe myself. I was being so... slutty. I had to stop this. I liked Matt. Did I like Matt? I mean, we had sex, yes, but did I really like him? Did he like me?

I pulled away from Brian, unwrapping myself from around his body, and swam to the edge of the pool to get out. Once out of the pool, I quickly ran into the house. I could hear Brian yelling to me as I climbed the stairs. I made it to my room, and ran in, closing the door behind me. I leaned against the door, and slid down to the floor. I couldn't handle this! I needed to figure out who I liked. I needed to figure out if they liked me. Could I even handle another relationship right now?

Suddenly, there was a soft rap at the door. "Bradley, are you okay?" It was Sam.

"Sure." I sighed, and moved away from the door to let Sam in.

"What is it, B? Is something wrong?"

"I'm so confused, Sam."

"About what? Spill."

Sam and I talked for a good hour about what was going on with me. He suggested not to do anything about either one of the guys, but I was thinking otherwise. I would figure something out... eventually.

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After my conversation with Sam, I felt slightly better. I showered, and put on some fresh, not so revealing, clothes, Brian had already seen enough of me this morning. I walked downstairs to be greeted by the smell of cooking bacon.

"Something smells scrumptious." I said, descending the last of the stairs, and walking up to the kitchen bar.

"That would be me!" Jimmy yelled, from his spot in the kitchen, making us all laugh. Brian was frying bacon, Johnny was pouring glasses of orange juice, Jimmy and Sam were arguing about whose cologne smelt better, Zacky was setting the table ready for breakfast, and Matt was no where in sight.

"Where's Matt?" Johnny looked up at me.

"What makes you think I know? Am I sleeping with him now?" Jimmy snickered, and Johnny just frowned.

"No, I just... nevermind."

"I'm kidding, Johnny."

"About sleeping with him?!" Sam yelled. Brian stared at me, awaiting an answer.

"NO! I'm not sleeping with Matt, dammit! I don't know where he is, I will go find him." Sam and Brain looked relieved, I couldn't tell who more, though.

I walked through the house, and made it, eventually, to Matt's bedroom. Damn, this house was fucking huge. I knocked on the door, but no one answered, so I took it upon myself to open the door and go in.

"Matt?" I asked, as I stepped through the doorway, leaving the door open behind me. I saw him sitting on his window seat, singing softly to himself. "Matt!"

"What?!" He turned around, yelling at me. I was taken aback.

"I just came up here to see where you were, the guys are making breakfast."

"Come over here."

"What? Why?"

"Just come here, please." I walked over to him, and sat down next to him when he patted the seat. "I saw you kissing Brian this morning."

"Oh." It was all I could managed to say, once again, I was taken aback. Fuck.

"I have to tell you, I'm kind of upset. I thought that now, since Aden was out of the picture, I could have the chance with you that I've been wanting since we first kissed, well, since I first laid eyes on you."

"Matt..."

"Tell me, please. Do I have a chance? Or do you like Brian?"

"Matt, I like you."

"Oh, okay. That was easier than I thought."

"I don't know about Brian, though. I might like him, too. I don't want to lead either of you on. I might just have to find someone else other than either of you two, I don't want to cause problems." Matt leaned over and kissed me, long and hard, then pulled away.

"What about now?" Damn, I wanted more of him. I leaned over to him, and kissed him again.

Before I knew it, I was straddling his lap, his hands roaming over my body, as we kissed passionately. I pulled away for a breath, and leaned my forehead against his.

"Please, Bradley. I want you to be mine. Can I at least have a chance? If you decide you for sure have something for Brian, I won't hold it against either of you, I'll just have to let you go, no matter how hard it would be. I want you, Bradley." I kissed him again, dragging my tongue along his bottom lip. He squeezed me harder against his muscular body. This felt so good. Better than Brian, though? Ugh! I pulled away again.

"Okay, Matt, I'll..." Someone cleared their throat from behind us. I jumped, and hurried off Matt's lap, turning around to face whoever it was, as Matt stood up.

There, standing in the doorway, was Brian, and he didn't look too happy.

Notes

Comments?! Please!! No one has commented for a while, and I'm worried all of my readers abandoned ship! Please let me know what you think so far, or if you have any suggestions/comments at all! I hope I didn't lose anyone when I changed the title!

Oh, and Brian is now in the mix. So what do you think: Matt or Brian?