Status: Complete. <3
Cigarette
1 of 1
Cigarette (Bratt) ~ 1 of 1:
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"You said that you were hanging up the last time, and you didn't," Brian Haner sing-songed.
"You're pressing your luck, Brian. I mean it this time."
"Awww, Mattie, I love you," Brian said sweetly. "You and that horse cock of yours."
"Brian, you know I hate it when you do this shit and even more when you do it in front of the guys. What a way to embarrass the fuck outta me."
"C'mon, baby, you love my dirty mouth and you know it. We haven't had phone sex in forever, and I need you so bad right now. Of course, jerking off isn't the same or anywhere near as good as having your lips wrapped around my..."
Matt Sanders pulled the receiver down from his ear and slammed it down onto its base, surprised he didn't break the damn thing with the force he'd used. Brian just didn't know when to quit and knew exactly what buttons to push to get him all riled up, which pissed him the fuck off. It was already pure hell to be away from his boyfriend and having to hear all of Brian's sexual innuendos, dirty talk, husky breaths and moans and the whispered promises of what delicious debauchery would be in store for him once the other man got home, made him a huge mess of sexual frustration.
Matt had definitely been pushed to the breaking point. He was pissed and horny and Brian's ass would definitely be in for it once he got his hands on him. "Payback's a bitch, Brian!" he laughed to himself, an evil glint in his eyes and a huge smirk across his face as he logged onto the internet on his laptop, humming as his fingers clicked across the keys.
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Brian popped up in bed with a surprised gasp, his heart racing as he shivered from the cold sweat that slickened his skin. Ever since the night his boyfriend had posed as an intruder and drugged him, he'd slept in one of the guest rooms, installing a deadbolt on it to keep Matt away from him. It had been a little over a month and they were slowly rebuilding to the type of relationship they'd had prior. Or that was the plan that Brian knew about at least.
Brian made his way into the en suite bathroom and stepped into the shower, the hot water soaking into his skin and soothing his tense muscles. He really wished he could just forget about the whole mess with Matt and move on, but he'd noticed that things between him and his boyfriend hadn't been as blissfully perfect as he'd once thought. As a matter of fact, he realized some red flags he'd chosen to ignore at the time - like strong floral perfume permeating Matt's SUV on numerous occasions(and he sure as fuck didn't wear floral) with stray long bleach blonde hairs; secretive calls and texts; and changing all passwords on his email and cell phone on an almost weekly basis.
Brian finished his shower, pulled on a tank top, boxers and a pair of board shorts and then made his way down the stairs, freezing up a little when he heard obviously female laughter and coughed, nearly choking on the intense smell of familiar perfume that hit him like a punch to the sinuses. He peered into the living room and narrowed his eyes into an intense glar at the barely dressed bleach blonde bimbo that was seemingly glued to his boyfriend.
"Hey, babe, ya feelin' all right?" Matt asked from the couch.
"Fine," Brian mumbled and then hurried into the kitchen. He took deep breaths to keep himself calm as he set about making himself some breakfast. He wanted to slam the frying pan right into his boyfriend's face when he had the gall to walk into the kitchen with said bleach blonde bimbo.
"Brian, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," Brian sighed, yanking the refrigerator door open. "I'm hungry, that's all."
Matt stared at Brian for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders with a sigh of his own. "Okay. Uhm...I promised Noelle that I'd take her up to San Francisco."
Brian turned around and stared at his boyfriend in disbelief. "Why would you ever promise something like that? You know we have plans for this weekend. Plans that were made weeks ago."
"I...Shit! I forgot, Brian. I'm sorry. I...I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Don't fuckin' bother. Take Noelle to wherever you promised. I am so glad you keep your word to somebody," Brian growled before stalking upstairs.
"Hey! Wait!" Matt called out, rushing up after Brian.
"What do you want, Matt?" Brian asked, stopping at the door to the master bedroom.
"Don't be mad at me. Please," Matt murmured, pulling Brian into his arms and pressing a chaste kiss to his boyfriend's lips.
Brian felt weird and was confused by the kiss that he'd expected Matt to give a friend or even a relation, but definitely expected Matt to give a friend or even a relative, but definitely not one you'd give to the person you say that you're in love with. "I'll get over it. I always do," he sighed, pulling away from Matt.
Matt gave Brian a smile, his dimples on full display, something that would normally make Brian weak in the knees. Normally. Now, he wanted to punch the shit out of them.
"I love you," Matt said in a hurry, leaning over and placing a kiss to Brian's cheek.
"Mmhhmm," Brian replied with a yawn. He stepped into the bedroom where 99% of his stuff still was but stopped suddenly and turned back around when he heard the distinct noise of a lighter lighting up. "I thought you quit."
Matt shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes. "You sound like my mother or nagging wife. Either is accurate," he grumbled aggravatedly before walking away.
Brian chose to ignore Matt's uncalled for dig at his masculinity and headed for his closet to grab some more of his clothes. He smoked, himself, so he really couldn't be angry that Matt had picked it up again. "What the fuck?!?!" Brian growled, glaring daggers at all of the, for lack of better description, stripper clothes that he would never wear, even if his life depended on it.
Brian blinked back the tears as he checked the bathroom out. The counters were full of beauty products of every variety. Again, things he would never use. Yes, he liked to take care of his skin, but no, he didn't use this shit. He jumped a little bit when his cell phone vibrated against his leg. With a deep, disgusted sigh, he pulled his phone out from his pocket and pulled up the new text message. He gripped the phone so hard in his hand that a small crack spider-webbed the corner of the phone's screen.
Sorry, but I think it's best that we end things. I can't pretend to love you the way that you want me to. I thought being with you is what I wanted, but that was until I met Noelle. I realize that I want a woman and not a man that's woman like. I'm not gay or even bisexual. I think I was just a bit bi-curious. No hard feelings. You're still my best friend, brother and bandmate. ~ M
"If that's the way the douchebag wants it, then so be it!" Brian grumbled angrily.
Brian grabbed all of his belongings and packed them into his SUV. Luckily for him, he'd insisted on keeping his own house when Matt had asked him to move in six months prior. He didn't need to beg anyone to stay with him and he'd be damned if he started now. He yanked the ashtray open and found it jammed full, the top layer of butts had a nauseating orange creamsicle-safety orange smeared garishly around the filters. How anyone with any degree of eyesight could even contemplate wearing that horrid color was beyond all logic.
"That fuckin' douchebag, cunt wipe, mother fucker!" Brian growled, wrenching the ashtray from the SUV, stormed up the driveway and back into the house.
Brian walked right up to the extensive and very expensive gaming system that was Matt's prized possession. Was. Smirking evilly, Brian dumped the contents of the ashtray all over it, adding the remnants of the beer cans cluttering the coffee table to complete the redecoration. He took a quick picture of his artwork, scooped up his Maltese and left the house for the last time, humming happily as he drove away.
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A week later.......
Brian sat at the bar, sipping at his third Heineken of the night with a sigh. While the break up with Matt had been anything less than acrimonious, they'd managed to be adults about the whole situation, move past it and get back to being friends and bandmates, both paying for half of the replacement costs of the destroyed gaming system. The brown-eyed man, however, couldn't help feeling depressed and like shit every time he saw his ex giggling, flirting and making out with his new girlfriend. He'd been thankful that Matt had moved past Noelle and had started seeing a girl that was more likeable and cool and in no way into orange lipstick and hooker wear.
Brian froze up when he felt someone tap his shoulder. He narrowed his eyes and turned around with a growl, ready to tell whatever half-dressed bimbo to fuck off, but the acidic words died in his throat and his eyes widened. Standing behind him, bashfully smiling at him had to be the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen in his entire life.
"I...I'm really sorry to bother you..."
"Uhm...n-no...no bother."
"Do you happen to have a lighter?" the girl asked, holding up a cigarette.
Brian nodded his head, fishing the lighter from his jeans pocket. He flipped the top of the silver Zippo open, pressed the flint button down and held the flame up as the girl leaned forward, cigarette resting between plump, purple tinted lips and let the flame ignite the tobacco.
"Thanks," the girl replied with a smile, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
"You're welcome. I didn't think you were supposed to smoke in here."
The girl shrugged her shoulders, her eyes twinkling wickedly. "I don't give a shit what I'm supposed to do," she replied with a mischevious smirk. "You only live once and it's better to make the best of it."
"True," Brian agreed, pulling out his own cigarette and lighting it. "I'm Brian. And you are?"
"I could very well be your worst nightmare or your greatest dream come true. It's up to you," the girl answered with a wink.
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"You said that you were hanging up the last time, and you didn't," Brian Haner sing-songed.
"You're pressing your luck, Brian. I mean it this time."
"Awww, Mattie, I love you," Brian said sweetly. "You and that horse cock of yours."
"Brian, you know I hate it when you do this shit and even more when you do it in front of the guys. What a way to embarrass the fuck outta me."
"C'mon, baby, you love my dirty mouth and you know it. We haven't had phone sex in forever, and I need you so bad right now. Of course, jerking off isn't the same or anywhere near as good as having your lips wrapped around my..."
Matt Sanders pulled the receiver down from his ear and slammed it down onto its base, surprised he didn't break the damn thing with the force he'd used. Brian just didn't know when to quit and knew exactly what buttons to push to get him all riled up, which pissed him the fuck off. It was already pure hell to be away from his boyfriend and having to hear all of Brian's sexual innuendos, dirty talk, husky breaths and moans and the whispered promises of what delicious debauchery would be in store for him once the other man got home, made him a huge mess of sexual frustration.
Matt had definitely been pushed to the breaking point. He was pissed and horny and Brian's ass would definitely be in for it once he got his hands on him. "Payback's a bitch, Brian!" he laughed to himself, an evil glint in his eyes and a huge smirk across his face as he logged onto the internet on his laptop, humming as his fingers clicked across the keys.
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Brian popped up in bed with a surprised gasp, his heart racing as he shivered from the cold sweat that slickened his skin. Ever since the night his boyfriend had posed as an intruder and drugged him, he'd slept in one of the guest rooms, installing a deadbolt on it to keep Matt away from him. It had been a little over a month and they were slowly rebuilding to the type of relationship they'd had prior. Or that was the plan that Brian knew about at least.
Brian made his way into the en suite bathroom and stepped into the shower, the hot water soaking into his skin and soothing his tense muscles. He really wished he could just forget about the whole mess with Matt and move on, but he'd noticed that things between him and his boyfriend hadn't been as blissfully perfect as he'd once thought. As a matter of fact, he realized some red flags he'd chosen to ignore at the time - like strong floral perfume permeating Matt's SUV on numerous occasions(and he sure as fuck didn't wear floral) with stray long bleach blonde hairs; secretive calls and texts; and changing all passwords on his email and cell phone on an almost weekly basis.
Brian finished his shower, pulled on a tank top, boxers and a pair of board shorts and then made his way down the stairs, freezing up a little when he heard obviously female laughter and coughed, nearly choking on the intense smell of familiar perfume that hit him like a punch to the sinuses. He peered into the living room and narrowed his eyes into an intense glar at the barely dressed bleach blonde bimbo that was seemingly glued to his boyfriend.
"Hey, babe, ya feelin' all right?" Matt asked from the couch.
"Fine," Brian mumbled and then hurried into the kitchen. He took deep breaths to keep himself calm as he set about making himself some breakfast. He wanted to slam the frying pan right into his boyfriend's face when he had the gall to walk into the kitchen with said bleach blonde bimbo.
"Brian, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," Brian sighed, yanking the refrigerator door open. "I'm hungry, that's all."
Matt stared at Brian for a moment and then shrugged his shoulders with a sigh of his own. "Okay. Uhm...I promised Noelle that I'd take her up to San Francisco."
Brian turned around and stared at his boyfriend in disbelief. "Why would you ever promise something like that? You know we have plans for this weekend. Plans that were made weeks ago."
"I...Shit! I forgot, Brian. I'm sorry. I...I'll be back as soon as I can."
"Don't fuckin' bother. Take Noelle to wherever you promised. I am so glad you keep your word to somebody," Brian growled before stalking upstairs.
"Hey! Wait!" Matt called out, rushing up after Brian.
"What do you want, Matt?" Brian asked, stopping at the door to the master bedroom.
"Don't be mad at me. Please," Matt murmured, pulling Brian into his arms and pressing a chaste kiss to his boyfriend's lips.
Brian felt weird and was confused by the kiss that he'd expected Matt to give a friend or even a relation, but definitely expected Matt to give a friend or even a relative, but definitely not one you'd give to the person you say that you're in love with. "I'll get over it. I always do," he sighed, pulling away from Matt.
Matt gave Brian a smile, his dimples on full display, something that would normally make Brian weak in the knees. Normally. Now, he wanted to punch the shit out of them.
"I love you," Matt said in a hurry, leaning over and placing a kiss to Brian's cheek.
"Mmhhmm," Brian replied with a yawn. He stepped into the bedroom where 99% of his stuff still was but stopped suddenly and turned back around when he heard the distinct noise of a lighter lighting up. "I thought you quit."
Matt shrugged his shoulders and rolled his eyes. "You sound like my mother or nagging wife. Either is accurate," he grumbled aggravatedly before walking away.
Brian chose to ignore Matt's uncalled for dig at his masculinity and headed for his closet to grab some more of his clothes. He smoked, himself, so he really couldn't be angry that Matt had picked it up again. "What the fuck?!?!" Brian growled, glaring daggers at all of the, for lack of better description, stripper clothes that he would never wear, even if his life depended on it.
Brian blinked back the tears as he checked the bathroom out. The counters were full of beauty products of every variety. Again, things he would never use. Yes, he liked to take care of his skin, but no, he didn't use this shit. He jumped a little bit when his cell phone vibrated against his leg. With a deep, disgusted sigh, he pulled his phone out from his pocket and pulled up the new text message. He gripped the phone so hard in his hand that a small crack spider-webbed the corner of the phone's screen.
Sorry, but I think it's best that we end things. I can't pretend to love you the way that you want me to. I thought being with you is what I wanted, but that was until I met Noelle. I realize that I want a woman and not a man that's woman like. I'm not gay or even bisexual. I think I was just a bit bi-curious. No hard feelings. You're still my best friend, brother and bandmate. ~ M
"If that's the way the douchebag wants it, then so be it!" Brian grumbled angrily.
Brian grabbed all of his belongings and packed them into his SUV. Luckily for him, he'd insisted on keeping his own house when Matt had asked him to move in six months prior. He didn't need to beg anyone to stay with him and he'd be damned if he started now. He yanked the ashtray open and found it jammed full, the top layer of butts had a nauseating orange creamsicle-safety orange smeared garishly around the filters. How anyone with any degree of eyesight could even contemplate wearing that horrid color was beyond all logic.
"That fuckin' douchebag, cunt wipe, mother fucker!" Brian growled, wrenching the ashtray from the SUV, stormed up the driveway and back into the house.
Brian walked right up to the extensive and very expensive gaming system that was Matt's prized possession. Was. Smirking evilly, Brian dumped the contents of the ashtray all over it, adding the remnants of the beer cans cluttering the coffee table to complete the redecoration. He took a quick picture of his artwork, scooped up his Maltese and left the house for the last time, humming happily as he drove away.
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A week later.......
Brian sat at the bar, sipping at his third Heineken of the night with a sigh. While the break up with Matt had been anything less than acrimonious, they'd managed to be adults about the whole situation, move past it and get back to being friends and bandmates, both paying for half of the replacement costs of the destroyed gaming system. The brown-eyed man, however, couldn't help feeling depressed and like shit every time he saw his ex giggling, flirting and making out with his new girlfriend. He'd been thankful that Matt had moved past Noelle and had started seeing a girl that was more likeable and cool and in no way into orange lipstick and hooker wear.
Brian froze up when he felt someone tap his shoulder. He narrowed his eyes and turned around with a growl, ready to tell whatever half-dressed bimbo to fuck off, but the acidic words died in his throat and his eyes widened. Standing behind him, bashfully smiling at him had to be the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen in his entire life.
"I...I'm really sorry to bother you..."
"Uhm...n-no...no bother."
"Do you happen to have a lighter?" the girl asked, holding up a cigarette.
Brian nodded his head, fishing the lighter from his jeans pocket. He flipped the top of the silver Zippo open, pressed the flint button down and held the flame up as the girl leaned forward, cigarette resting between plump, purple tinted lips and let the flame ignite the tobacco.
"Thanks," the girl replied with a smile, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
"You're welcome. I didn't think you were supposed to smoke in here."
The girl shrugged her shoulders, her eyes twinkling wickedly. "I don't give a shit what I'm supposed to do," she replied with a mischevious smirk. "You only live once and it's better to make the best of it."
"True," Brian agreed, pulling out his own cigarette and lighting it. "I'm Brian. And you are?"
"I could very well be your worst nightmare or your greatest dream come true. It's up to you," the girl answered with a wink.
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