Angry Pants and the Sex Addict

Matt's POV:

Maybe I had gone too far this time. I didn't know what came over me. There's no way I could explain why I'd made the choice to have sex in Brian's room. The only thing I could offer was that this way the only way I knew for sure would set him off.

Brian lost his shit when he came home and found me fucking another faceless person in his bedroom. That's he how we ended up where we are now.

Brian and I were chest to chest. His chocolate brown eyes blazing. He looked like he wanted to punch me.

I couldn't blame him. I had gotten exactly what I wanted. Brian had finally reacted.

The tension in the room sizzled. I knew of I opened my mouth even to take a breath Brian was letting his fist fly. No doubt it would be aimed directly at my face.

I do the only thing I can. Leaning down I grab Brian's face in my hands. My lips crash against his.

Brian's eyes widen in shock. He pulls away. Shaking his head he rushes from the room.

I had known for a long time there was a high possibility that I'd never be able to have what I truly wanted. My heart lands in pieces when I hear his hurried steps down the stairs. I cringe when the front door slams shut.

Had I just destroyed the best thing I'd ever have in my life?

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