Temper (BoyxBoy)

Prologue

So this is my first story so I don't know how well this is going to turn out, but if you enjoy it that's great. I don't know how fast I'll update to be honest. Anyway I'm writing this for fun to pass time so I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think. 

Butch POV

I grabbed the back of the other guys head digging my fingers into his scalp making him wince from the pain. I could feel him clawing at my arms trying to make me let go. Like hell. You don't drop your drink on me a expect me to not do anything about it. 

I was standing off to the side drink in one hand sipping at it from time to time while watching people socialize with each other or dance. That was when some random kid stumbled passed me accidentally spilling his drink all over me. To anyone else this would have maybe just irritated them, but with my short temper it was enough for me to drop my drink and grab the kid by the shoulder and slam him against the wall.

He shouted in shock and I could hear conversations ending to watch what was happening. The entire room was silent besides the steady beat of the music. I could feel the eyes watching me and it only made me angrier. I grabbed the back of the boys head as he struggled to free himself. Making sure I had a good grip I drew his head back and slammed it against the wall. Once I felt his head connect with the wall I couldn't stop.

Drawing his head back again I slammed it against the wall creating a dent in the cheap plaster. Once I let go of his head he stumbled back and fell on his ass dizzy and in pain. Still feeling my blood boiling I straddled him and started to swing. I felt my fist connect with his cheek and his head snapped to the side. I was seeing red. You don't fucking spill your drink on me and think you can get away with it.

I don't know how long I was on top of him just beating the living shit out of him, but soon I felt two pair of arms trying to pull me off the kid. It took a bit but they finally pulled me off of him and held me back. "Get your fucking hands off of me! I ain't done with him yet!" I snarled at the pair that was holding me back.  "He's had enough man. Fucking look at him. Kids fucking knocked." said one of the guys holding me.

As my visioned cleared I looked down at the kid. Blood was dripping from his nose and a large bruise was forming on both sides his face. His lip was split open gushing blood and he was definitely gunna have a black eye in the morning. I didn't realize how heavily I was breathing until I calmed down a bit.

"Butch what the fuck!?" I heard someone yell. I looked around and saw Conner the one who threw the party storming over to me. His nostrils were flaring and his eyes were wide with anger. "You can't just beat the living shit out of someone just cause they spilt their drink on you! This is why I don't fucking invite you to my parties man!" Conner screamed in my face waving his arms around wildly. I sneered and said "Fuck off I didn't want to come anyway. I just came for the free drinks" This just seemed to make Conner more angry. "Get the fuck out of my fucking house Butch. I swear to fucking God you need to see someone about that fucking temper of yours cause it's nothing but trouble"Conner yelled.  

I just pushed him roughly away from me making him stumble back slightly and made my way to the door. People quickly getting out of my way. On my way to the door I saw some guy watching me intently. He had this huge fucking grin on his face that showed way too many teeth. It was creepy. It actually made me uncomfortable.  What was he so happy about. Deciding to ignore him I jerked the door opened and slammed it behind me. I could hear Conner inside asking if someone could bring the kid upstairs to rest. This is why I didn't go to parties. Something always went wrong.

Jaxon POV

I watched from the crowd as the big guy grabbed the kid by the back of the head and slam it against the wall. My eyes widened I wasn't expecting that to be honest. I watched as he did it again and then watched as the kid fell to the ground disoriented. My breathing started to get heavier and faster as I watched the bigger of the two get on top of the smaller one and start to pummel him.

It was almost animalistic how he attacked the boy underneath him. Something about him made me want to strap him down and make him bleed and beg for me. My heart was hammering away in my chest and I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood pooling in my mouth. I watched as two other boys grabbed him and pulled him off the kid. His eyes were wild and his lips were pulled back into a snarl.

"Butch what the fuck!?" I heard Conner yell making his way over to the scene. Butch that was his name. What a pretty name. I watched as Conner yelled at Butch who seemed still pissed off. I just couldn't stop staring at him. I felt myself starting to grin as Butch pushed Conner away from him. That's right nobody is allowed near you but me.

As Butch made his way to the door to leave we made eye contact. A small frown formed on his face as he looked at me and I could see confusion in his eyes. I felt my grin grow wider as he looked away and jerked opened the door slamming it behind him. I could hear in the background Conner asking somebody to bring the beaten up boy upstairs, but I could care less at the moment.

After years of trying to find someone to make completely mine. Mine to hurt, mine to love. I felt as if I had finally find the one. Butch. I would have to find out more about him. I only knew his name. I needed to know more. I needed him. I softly whispered his name just to know what it felt like to say his name. I desperately wanted to hear his voice howling my name as I made him bleed, but that would come with time.