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Uhhh

"HOW COULD YOU? I TRUSTED YOU!" Ryan screamed. I don't blame him. I'd scream too if I found my boyfriend in bed with another man.

"Uh... Sorry?" I said. I've never been good at this kind of stuff. This is only my first relationship. How was I supposed to know not to sleep with Dallon Weekes? It's not my fault he's hot as fuck.

"Brendon?" Dallon whispered from behind me. Fuck, he's hot. "Who's that?"

"Oh, that's my boyfriend. Ryan, meet Dallon, Dallon, meet Ryan." I say. I really wish I knew why.

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I'm tired of dealing with this shit! Why the fuck did I forgive you the first time?" Ryan looked like he was about to explode. I think it's my fault.

"Because... You love me?" I replied. Wrong answer.

Ryan reached over and flipped the bedside table, breaking the alarm clock and the picture of us that was resting on it in the process. That was my favorite picture. With tears streaming down his face, Ryan walked out of the bedroom and out of the house, slamming the door once he was outside. I heard him as he screamed out of what I think was frustration and anger. Wow, he's really mad.

"Uh... Should I leave?" Dallon's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Probably..." I said

"Uh... Alright. Call me." Dallon got out of the bed and pulled his pants on. Damn, he has a nice ass. What the fuck is wrong with me?

He left, and, after about five minutes, I decided getting up would be a good idea. I pulled on some pants and a t-shirt. How will I make it up to Ryan when he comes back? Will he come back? I hope so.

After about three hours of sitting on the bed, trying to think of what exactly I did wrong, I heard the door swing open. I think it hit the wall. Then the door was slammed shut, and very angry sounding footsteps went up the stairs. Ryan appeared in the bedroom door, and he walked inside, slamming the bedroom door shut.

"You fucking jerk." He said. It didn't phase me. He was probably hoping it would. He walked up to the bed, and got in my face.

"Is he better than me? Is that it? Am I just.. bad?" Anger seemed to turn into sadness just then, but then it went back to anger. "I can show you I'm better." Shit.

He grabbed me and harshly put his lips on mine. I moaned. He's hot when he's mad. He took the opportunity to shove his tongue in my mouth. After making out for a while, he shoved me back so I was laying on the bed. He climbed on top of me, and we started making out again.

One of his hands moved down to my pants, and he pushed on my dick through my pants. I moaned again, and he smirked.

"I'm better than him." I'm not sure if that's true, but I think I'm about to find out.

He slips my shirt off, momentarily breaking our kiss, and slides both hands up my chest. He starts biting my neck and almost immediately finds the spot that makes me moan. As soon as he hears it, he starts undoing my pants. Fuck.

I'm tired of him being in control, so I grab him and roll over, making me on top. I rip off his shirt and pull down his pants. My turn. He laughs again. Why the fuck does he keep doing that?

"Why are you laughing?" I ask.

"Because you're desperate." He answers. "You just had that Dallon guy fuck you, and now you want me to fuck you. It's hilarious." I thought about it for a moment, and then got an idea.

"Yeah... Maybe I am desperate. But so are you." He looked at me in confusion. I grabbed his dick in one of my hands and he arched into my touch.