A Fuckton of Polygrumps

Egobang: Lost Pt. 3

Synopsis: Both Dan and Arin fuck to forget, but lust doesn't easily erase love, does it?

The next morning, Dan rolled on top of Brian, kissing his lips gently. Brian opened his eyes, interlocking his fingers with the other's.

"Someone's up early," he croaked, still obviously half asleep.

"I never went to sleep," Dan admitted.

"Oh? Is something on your mind?"

Dan shook his head. Before he could come up with a decent lie, his phone rang. Hallelujah by Panic! at the Disco echoed from the iPhone and Arin's face was front and center just like it was hours earlier.

"You can answer it," Brian yawned, stretching slightly. "I don't really care."

Dan felt heat rush to his cheeks as he furrowed his brows. No doubt Arin was calling to start more bullshit, he thought. He reached for the phone, turning it screen-down and locking eyes with Brian.

"Nah, it can wait," he said with a careless shrug. "We're in the middle of something," he added with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Middle of...?"

Dan planted his hands on both sides of Brian, gripping the wooden headboard. He closed his eyes, kissing the other's lips with far more aggression than he'd ever used before. Something about his anger forced him to put more passion into every kiss. Maybe it was to spite Arin, maybe it was to reassure himself of something.

The phone buzzed and the same song blared as Dan kicked off his boxers. Brian watched intently, somewhat confused, but wholly aroused.

"What got into you," he inquired curiously as Dan yanked his curly locks into a ponytail.

"I just want you real bad right now," Dan panted, prying Brian's shorts off and firmly gripping his cock. "Only. You."

On the other side of the country, Arin paced his bedroom floor, his phone clasped to his ear. He'd been trying all morning to muster up the courage to call and apologize to Dan. With each ring, he grew more impatient. He turned to Suzy, who'd long since been woken up by the sound of erratic pacing on the wooden floor.

"This is bullshit," he growled, throwing his phone at the wall. "What; is he suddenly too busy to pick up his phone? Is he ignoring me?"

Suzy shrugged sleepily and stretched, trying to look awake. Arin climbed back onto the bed, kissing her lips suddenly.

"When's the last time we had sex," he asked, planting small kisses along her pale neck.

"Um? I don't know...are you sure this is a good idea," she replied, her voice wavering as she tried to suppress moans.

"Let me show you how much I love you by fucking you senseless," he purred, his breath warm on her skin.

She couldn't resist. Arin's love making was exceptional already, but with his pent-up aggression, it was enough to make her weak in the knees.

You'll never know if you don't ever try again, so let's try, let's try, let's try

Brian's occasional grunts filled the sudden silence that came with the abrupt half of the song. Arin must have finally hung up. For some reason, that was even more infuriating to Dan. He reached for the phone, blasting the actual song on his playlist, before guiding Brian's member inside of him.

All you sinners stand up, sing hallelujah

Suzy seemed to move very little as Arin gave her body all of his attention. He kissed each of her toes, then her calves, trailing his tongue along her inner thighs. Her face flushed, never receiving such tender care before from this mess of a man she married. He occasionally reached down to stroke himself, but made sure to keep focus on her.

My life started the day I got caught under the covers with secondhand lovers; Oh, tied up in pretty young things in a state of emergency

Dan gripped Brian's shoulders tightly as he settled back on his cock roughly. Brian leaned back against the headboard, letting Dan do most of the work. The Jew wasted no time as he began riding Brian aggressively, his nails digging into his shoulders. There was an unusual pain that he felt spread through his entire body as stroked himself with on hand.

Then the time for being sad is over and you miss 'em like you miss no other

Arin propped himself up on his hands on either side of Suzy, kissing her as deeply as he could without forcing it. He pushed inside of her, it feeling far more uncomfortable, like it was the first time all over again. Suzy moaned quietly, her arms around his neck.

And being blue is better than being over it, over it

"Dan, stop," Brian breathed, a pained look on his face.

Dan hung his head low, his eyes brimming with tears as he slowed to a stop. Brian pried his hands from his shoulders and held them in his.

Who was I tryna be?

"Arin, don't. This is getting fucking stupid," Suzy groaned, sitting up on her elbows.

Say your prayers

Dan wiped away tears, sitting at the end of the bed. He hugged his knees to his chest and shied away from Brian's hand as it grazed him gently.

"This is so fucked up...you must hate me or something," Dan murmured, not bothering to look up.

"I feel a lot of gay shit right now, but hate isn't one of those things," Brian soothed, climbing to the end of the bed and wrapping an arm around Dan's bony shoulders. "I guess I'm more worried than anything. This is the most I've seen you cry in...ever."

"I just don't know what to do, man...like, I'm a dude in his late thirties crying about petty romantic bullshit buck-ass naked. What a pathetic fucker..."

"It's only fun seeing you in pain when I'm inflicting it, so...is there anything I can do to help?"

"Just...can we lay here for a while? I feel so numb and...tired..."

"Underwear on or off?"

"Off."

"Fine by me," Brian yawned, letting Dan curl up in his arms.

Say your prayers

"Arin, you're gonna hurt yourself," Suzy persisted.

He gritted his teeth and punched the headboard of the bed. He wasn't crying, but he definitely felt like he could break at any moment.

"I'm sorry...so fucking sorry..."

"The thing is, you know I'm not the one you need to be apologizing to. Sleep it off and leave him a message."

There was a long silence between them and Arin groaned in frustration. Suzy rubbed his back gently, kissing his cheek. He flopped back on the bed and curled up, head resting on her chest.

"I really fucking love him, don't I?" He asked, his voice weaker than before.

"And if you love him, let him go. If he loves you in return, he'll be back in his own time."

Arin nodded as if it made him feel any less like shit. Nonetheless, he closed his eyes.

Say your prayers