Dtkq short story's

Fight? (Pt.2)

Tw: bad writing

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(Karl's pov)

I woke up on the couch cuddling with nick. I got lose from his arms and and took off the sweat covered shirt. I started a pot of coffee and went to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and hair before going back to the kitchen and getting a mug of  coffee. I drank a small amount of it before pouring another cup and bringing to George.

"Hey wake up, I made coffee" I said softly set the mug down on the night stand.

"Mmm hey~" he said sitting up and stretching.

"I made a chose by the way" I said sitting next to him.

"Oh, so?"

"I'm going to talk to clay. If I can't get through to him, I'll, do what I need to do with him" I said looking down at my hands as they fidget.

"Thank you Karl. I wish I knew how to talk to people and not come up with stupid fucking plans" he said drinking a small bit of coffee.

"I'm going to get nick some pain killers and water for when he woke up." I said standing up and leaving the room.

I grabbed a water bottle and two pain killers and put them on the counter in the bathroom. I washed me hands and went to my room to dress. I baggy pants and a band shirt two sizes to big. Easy to take off. God I hope they aren't. I grabbed my keys and monster before leaving the house to go to clays.

I want to, but, I don't. I mean, I'm like a whore these days but, but, he's my best friends boyfriend, and my boyfriends best friend.

I got to clays house and got out of the car chugging half the monster. I walked to the door and knocked. A shirtless clay answered the door yawning.

"Hey Karl, like the outfit. What's up? Come in" he said stepping aside.

"I'm doing good, you?" I said walking in and smiling at him.

"Meh, been a weird few days."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I guess I'm just going through a rough mental patch. Uh, me and George have also been having a hard time. We uh, tired to you know, two nights back, but I think neither of us were feeling it. I'm scared we're losing our passion. Or maybe we been together so long he's bored." He said as we both walked to the living room.

"He's been with us for little. Said he needed sometime to be around a happy couple" I said putting my hand on his.

"Fuck! What do I do?! I-"

"He thought, that um, maybe you should test think out with someone other then him to relight your flame or something."

"Holy shit is that why you're here? To be a whore?"

"I-"

"Karl!"

"Shut your fucking mouth! Fucking shut it! I'm tired of being yelled at! So shut your goddamn mouth!"

"Karl, are you okay?"

"No, I'm tired, Nick yelled and drank when I asked him about this, George cry's to me everyday, I've been so stressed out for days but I can't show it."

"Karl.."

"Fuck, let just get this over with clay"

"What? Karl you don't have to-"

"You're getting free sex and blow jobs for a whole day and you're worried about something?"

"I'm worried about you karl, I'm worried about all of us! I've been talking to Nick, you've been desperate to fuck every chance you get, you don't sleep, you've been eating and drinking unhealthy things, and now you're here to help George?"