Call Connected

Johnny's POV:

The only time a drink wasn't in my hands was when I was taking a piss. If my hands were holding a glass there was no chance I'd do something I couldn't take back.

There wasn't anything I could do about my eyes. Which chose every moment Zack wasn't paying attention to take him in. They didn't seem to care if anybody noticed either.

A few times I saw Brian quirk an eyebrow at me. I would not have been able to answer any question he'd ask. Not because I didn't want to but I didn't have answers myself.

Not wanting to deal with any of that had me drowning myself with alcohol. I figured   the more I drank the less I would have to think, about anything. Who really needs to think anyways?

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Matt was talking about a verse for a new song we're working on. Zacky makes a funny face. I start laughing.

The flood gates had open. There was no stopping the laughter bursting from my body. Zacky's gave combined with thinking about everything had me cracking up. I just couldn't stop.

Tears were streaming down my face. My stomach hurt. I felt the looks being sent my way from the guys. I'm sure they thought I'd finally lost my mind. For all I knew they just might be right.

"You guys would laugh too if you called a phone sex hotline and ended up talking to Zack. Then you can't stop thinking about it or him. It's on your mind so much that your cock is constantly hard and his is the face I picture as I cum." I blurt out through bits of laughter.

My laughter stops. It's silent around the table. I realize what I have said. I pull myself up from chair. I'm out the door before any single word can be uttered.

My feet make a mad dash for my car. I push the fob and rip the door open. Dropping myself into the seat the door is slammed shut.

Sliding the key into the ignition I start my car up. I reach down and put it into gear. Just as I'm touching the gas pedal I see the guys coming out.

I don't give them time to catch up. My foot smashes the gas pedal. My car speeds forward. I'm out of the parking lot without looking back.

I have only one thought as I race home. What the hell have I done?

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