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jxckyx3 · 2 years ago

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Hi!

So this is one of my older prompts that has just been sitting in my drafts for a while now. I think it's been a year or two...?

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Either way, I finally decided to use it and I hope you all like it!

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Ship: Daithideterroriser

Top: Brian

Bottom: Nogla

AU: /

Setting: Apartment building

Type: Smut / Fluff

Warning ⚠️: The chapter you're about to read contains heavy swearing, alcohol, one night stands, theft, smut, sexual themes and other mentions or situations that may disturb, trigger or offend the viewer. Reader's discretion is advised. 🔞

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Third pov -

"Is that..." The lanky man trailed off, glancing over at his roommate from his spot sitting on the couch in the living room.

The other who had just returned from the drug store hummed in response, a wide smirk on his face.

"Had to get a few more boxes. Ran out the other night." He said, struggling to shut the door with his hands, as they were occupied with an unnecessary amount of tiny, dark grey boxed condoms.

Nogla sighed in pity and slight disappointment as he watched Brian struggle, dropping a few boxes on the floor as he bent over to grab his dropped car keys.

He continued to stare at his friend with the same expression as he giddily made his way down the hall, disappearing into his room with a small slam of the door.

Nogla chewed on his inner cheek, listening to the sound of Brian shuffling around in his room until the the man came back out, that same big smile still formed on his face.

Please don't say-

"I'm gonna head out. Might be back tonight, who knows?" Brian said with a laugh, wiggling his brows in hint as he held up a line of new condoms.

Nogla knew he was gonna say that...

The taller gave a halfhearted chuckle, internally cringing as he stared at the blue rings. He could only imagine what kinds of things those poor latex coverings were gonna see pretty soon.

"Alright, don't wait up!" The other said, giving his roommate finger guns and a quick wink before he was out the door and the apartment was filled with silence again.

Nogla let out a long sigh of...what was it? Sadness? Anger? Annoyance? Loneliness?

Loneliness...yeah, that was it.

Over the last few weeks, Brian had been acting strange to Nogla. He had suddenly started leaving the house mid day and coming back late at night. Sometimes he'd even disappear for more than a day at times.

Brian was always a mature guy. Waking up early, working out, doing his work. But lately, he's been doing the complete opposite of that.

Skipping breakfast, stopped working out, being late to recordings with him and the guys, day drinking.

Nogla didn't know why Brian has started to wast his days like that, as it came out of seemingly nowhere. There was no further days ahead that hinted Brian was in distress or any sort of unhappiness, so why now?

Why so suddenly did he decide to waste his time bar hopping, getting stoned with people he didn't even know at random parties and having all these one night stands?

One night stands.

That's what bothered Nogla the most about Brian recently. He's been putting more time into hooking up with girls, that the taller couldn't even look at his friend the same without questioning how many girls he's fucked that week.

Of course he knew it was none of his business, and he had no say in what Brian did with his time or body. But he was worried for his friend.

The shorter of the two had been mugged, stolen from, and jumped before so there was no telling what could happen next.

He could be drugged, kidnapped or worse, killed.

Nogla saw no positive outcome in anything Brian's been doing, and lately it's been getting out of hand.

He heaved another sigh, setting his guitar aside and tossing his notebook on the coffee table.

He suddenly wasn't in the song writing sort of mood.

He pulled himself off the couch and trudged over to the kitchen, feeling the sudden ache to calm himself with a nice warm cup of tea.

The sex part of Brian's sudden immaturity acts had gotten the worst. Even more so than the drinking part.

It had gotten so bad, to the point that he'd go out almost every other night if not every night. Then on the days when his roommate was home, he'd bombard the other poor man with his stories and who he met and who he fucked. Where they fucked, how they fucked, when they fuc- it was just too much for Nogla.

He couldn't relate with Brian in any way on that sort of topic. One reason being because he was single, and stooping down to Brian's level to the point of having one night casual sex wasn't in his best interest.

Another reason being, was because he was just not a sexual guy. He didn't understand it when guys discussed eachothers sex stories to eachother in major detail as if it was the most casual thing ever. Nogla wasn't the kind to get grossed out easily, but a topic like that could definitely ruin his appetite.

And a third reason, was just because he was gay. He wasn't closeted, having told his friends and viewers just a few months ago. And expectedly one of the perks of being a homosexual, was that Nogla didn't see women in any sexual way. Where as Brian, saw women as God's finest work.

And don't get him wrong, he loved women too and thinks they are powerful and beautiful in their own ways. But he just didn't see them in the same light Brian did.

When Nogla looked at a women, he thought 'Wow, she's so pretty. I wonder how she got her body to look so sculpted. Must be working out...I need to work out soon.'.

Where as when Brian saw a women, he thought 'God damn, gimme a piece of dat' ass!'.

See the difference? It's not hard to spot.

At first sight, Nogla appreciated a women for her looks. Wondering how she manages to look as beautiful as she does, and question's wether he should try something new to make himself look prettier as well. But for Brian, he observes the women in an inappropriate manner, wondering what she's like in bed or what she would look like undressed.

Hell, even on the rare days when Brian is home he still talks about it. Wether it be when the two are watching tv, or if he's seen a new face near their building.

It never failed, and it was truly starting to get to Nogla.

When he first got his Visa, he had no place to stay. Brian had already had his, so he offered to let the other live with him. So he agreed.

The two were so happy and excited, talking about all the things they'd do, all the cool plans they'd have together.

Nogla's been living with his best friend for only a year now, and now Brian's barely in the house anymore.

Nogla was lonely, sad, and he felt disappointed in himself for not saying anything about it to Brian.

He felt wrong to do so, as if he was gonna step into restricted area.

"Telling someone what ta do, especially when I live in their house... I can't do that." He uttered to himself, sighing loudly as he stared down at his cup of tea.

He watched the steam rise into his face, staring down at himself in the dark brown liquid.

He could always share these problems with the other guys, but he didn't want to do that without talking them out with Brian first.

It felt...weird to talk about someone behind their back, so why do it to Brian?

Technically the shorter man had done nothing wrong, so what was there to complain about?

The fact that he felt ignored? Sounds more like a personal problem.

Nogla shook his head, grabbing the cup and taking a small sip from the sweet heat.

Maybe he could wait it out? Maybe it was some sort of phase Brian was going through. Maybe it would go away in time.

Maybe...

Nogla's pov -

That maybe, had turned into a definite nope.

It's been two more weeks, and I honestly don't think I could take any more of Brian's bullshit.

I did mention to him that he wasn't around lately. I told him his dogs were missing him, just to use it as an excuse in hope of having him stay home more.

It did work, but not in the way I expected.

Instead of running around town from club to club looking for someone to bang, he ended up installing a dating app so that he could bring girls here. To have sex!

It didn't help that he now has people digitally lined up, waiting for an opening so that they could have the next turn with him.

I thought bringing him home would be a grand idea. So that we could spend a bit of time together, so that I don't have to call or text a dead, lost or stolen phone whenever I needed to remind him it was time to record.

But did I help? No, in fact I think I may have made it worse.

I haven't gotten sleep for days! Hearing moaning and banging and cursing almost every day of the god damn week!

And I've also learned that Brian likes to go hard; so not only am I worried for him about getting an STD or some shit, I also worry about the girls and if they are physically okay after getting railed by Brian!

Sometimes I try to offer the girls a drink or at least a bath or something, but that never really fails without one of them hitting on me, cursing me out, or just giving me the stink eye.

Some of them were nice I guess, but that's the only positive side in this whole situation.

The worst part, is that sometimes Brian kicks me out of the apartment when he brings over more than one girl. And lately, he's started to do that more often.

I get that it's his place, and that he's charging me less than half for rent but fuck, is it getting annoying.

He knows I have no place to stay, so he usually kicks me out during the day. Telling me to go to the mall or some shit.

Sometimes I'd come home late like he suggested of me, and the door would be locked. I would end up having to wait in the hallway till morning, find a hotel that was open 24 hours a day, or recently, I'd have to pick the lock.

I had just learned to do that, so I wasn't really good at it and it usually took some time.

All these things were getting to me, and I know it's natural for a middle aged man to be sexually active --especially Brian--, but fuck is it aggravating.

It certainly doesn't help my crush on him either, and it just makes me sad seeing him act this way.

"Hey Daithi, here."

I glanced over from staring at my plate of breakfast, untouched, cold.

"Yeah?" I asked, my voice raw and croaky, having just woken up. I looked down to see him handing me a green piece of paper, the number 'fifty' in bold.

I stared at it for a few seconds, looking between him and the bill for a few seconds.

"Why are ye handin' me money?" I asked, confused. Brian, hummed, setting the money down near my plate on the counter before moving to serve himself some food as well.

"Well I'm gonna have a few 'friends' over and we're gonna be drinking fer most of te day. Then later, we're gonna fuck." He said with a chuckle, adding a slight motion of thrusting his hips forward at the end.

I watched with a pout as he set a few of the eggs that I made on his plate, grabbed a few pieces of bacon and tater tots with his fork.

"So ye're kickin' me out again." I huffed, saying it as more of a statement than a question, since that's exactly what was happening. I crossed my arms as Brian turned around, his eyes fixed on me. He blinked a few times in silence, before flinching and moving his eyes back down to the pan.

The fuck was that about?

"Well, when you put it that way...but yes. That's exactly what I'm doing." He said, grinning to himself as he set his plate down on the counter and started to eat standing up.

"So what do'ya want me to do with t'is?" I asked, gesturing down to the money. Brian shrugged, ripping apart a piece of bacon with his teeth.

"I dunno. Go out and buy yourself somethin'. Meet new people. Go fuck a guy." He suggested, laughing to himself at the last part.

I scoffed, pushing the bill away.

"First of all, I have enough stuff. Second of all, I hate meeting new people and third, I don't do the fucking." I said, huffing as I shoved a bite of eggs into my mouth.

I watched as he raised his brows in surprise, looking me up and down in askance. I just waved my hand at him to drop the subject, not particularly wanting to talk about the fact that I'm a bottom.

I knew he was gonna end up telling the guys, and that would mean more gay jokes and teasing for later next time we recorded. But now I was too tired for Brian's bullshit.

"Then go on a shopping spree at...the grocery store?" He suggested, quirking a brow at me. I pursed my lips in thought, glancing up at him before I swiped the money off the counter.

He chuckled as I shamefully shoved the bill into my pocket, shooting him a quick glare that he knew my weakness for food.

"Fock off thot." I muttered, taking a few quick bites before hopping off the bar stool and heading for my room.

If Brian paid me more than usual, then that meant he needed me out of the house quickly.

Who the hell even invites fuck buddies over at nine in the morning anyway?

I scoffed at the thought, rolling my eyes as I pulled my shirt off. I walked over to my closet, putting on a much cleaner one. I pulled a pair of skinny jeans on and threw on a jacket and a pair of shoes.

Passing the body mirror, I quickly ran my hands through my hair, fixing a few messy ends before grabbing my wallet.

I wasn't really up for looks, just wanting to leave before Brian's snobby girls came.

"Alright, I'm headin' out." I said, setting my foot on the stool and quickly tying my shoes.

"Shit, that was quick." Brian commented, glancing at the change of clothes. I hummed, grabbing the cup of coffee from his hand and chugging it.

"The sooner the better." I sighed, booping his nose before moving towards the door.

"See ya soon." I called, only having time to see him stare at his now empty cup before I was out the door and gone.

"Alright, bye Oliver!" I called, giggling as the callout caused him to stumble and glance my way.

"Bye David! Hope to catch you soon!" He said, waving his rag at me as I opened the door. I laughed at the dorky smile on his freckled face, waving him off before heading out the coffee shop.

I hummed to myself happily, staring down at the coffee in my hands.

Okay, maybe Brian was right about the meeting new people thing.

A few hours ago it seemed that I walked into the small coffee shop. It was already late, but I was still tired from this morning, having been technically forced out of the house- or paid to leave.

I wasn't expecting to stay long, maybe just grab a few muffins and a drink then be on my way.

But that's when I met Oliver.

He told me he was a trans male, around my age, and was really chipper. His burst of energy was really contagious and it made them really fun to talk to. He liked to babbel about his girlfriend a lot, something I found admirable.

I had only met them a few hours ago, but I truly felt as if he was my role model.

He owned a coffee shop, had his own home and he was getting engaged soon.

I know I had my own good things in life. My channel, my subscribers, my friends, family. But he just seemed so...happy.

Must be his relationship.

I sighed, walking slowly as I stared up at the sky. The stars were hardly shining because of all the city light, but the moon highlighted the clouds just perfectly where it was still calming to look at.

I glanced down at my phone, reading the time.

It was past ten already. Hopefully Brian's 'company' is gone by now.

I sighed at the thought, frowning as I trudged along the sidewalk.

Yeah, Oliver had a relationship. I envy them.

But as much as I try, I can never shake the thought of Brian out of my head.

Yeah he may be a dick sometimes, yeah he was insensitive at times and yes, he was straight. But...he was charming, sweet, and overall a really nice guy to be around.

It was one of the main reasons I so unhesitatingly agreed to be his roommate. Because not only did I want to spend more time with him, I was hoping it would bring us closer. At least as best friends.

Well, I consider him my best friend. I dunno if it applies the other way though.

I growled to myself, gripping at my hair with my free hand.

All this overthinking and want is giving me a migraine.

I took a large gulp from my coffee, relaxing my shoulders as the hot liquid ran down my throat. I took a deep breath, holding it for a few seconds before letting it out through my mouth.

Breath, Nogla. Relax.

I raised my paper bag of muffins, holding it with my teeth as I moved my coffee to my other hand.

Without thinking, I grabbed the door handle and turned it with a small click.

I frowned in confusion, taking a second to realize.

I usually go straight for the bent paper clip that I placed on top of the door frame, seeing as Brian usually locks the door when people are over and I'm out. And since he never gave me the spare key, I have the pick the lock.

But...this time it was unlocked?

I narrowed my eyes in suspicion, slowly pushing the door open. I jumped slightly as Brian's dogs panted happily at me, nudging my shoes. Loud radio music was playing and all the light were off. I closed the door behind me and gently patted the pups heads, pushing them aside. I walked, slowly managing to maneuver towards the kitchen not too far away.

I patted the wall, finding the switch and flicking it on.

My jaw dropped at what I saw, the muffin bag falling from my mouth.

"What te fuck?!" I exclaimed, slamming my coffee down onto the counter.

The three women glanced up from their spot on the floor, hovering over a just waking up Brian. Their hands were full of his shit; money, cards, and even his ID.

They looked like deer caught in headlights, frozen and shocked, not moving a single muscle even as Brian slowly pulled himself from off his back.

"Te fuck...hey is t'at my wallet?" He asked, rubbing his eyes before snatching the leather pocket from one of the women.

I sighed, leaning against the counter as I pinched the bridge of my nose.

"Get te fuck outta our house before I call the cops." I growled. One of the women opened her mouth, looking as if she was gonna protest.

I dropped my hand and glared over at her, quickly cutting off any attitude she was ready to give me. They gave each other quick glances, as of trying to mentally discuss what to do.

"Out!" I shouted, quickly making up their minds as they gathered their stuff and skedaddled for the door. They only shot quick glances at me, looked terrified as they ran out the apartment.

I shut the door behind them, sighing as I locked all three locks.

"Way ta go dumbass, ya almost got robbed." I sighed, taking a sip of my coffee as I watched Brian pull himself off the ground with a low groan.

He held a hand to his forehead, indicating he had a headache.

Good.

I glanced down, taking in his state. There was dool trailing from the side of his mouth, bite marks littered his neck and shoulders as well as hickeys and there was obvious scratch marks that started at his chest, more marks following down to his back and arms.

I wanted to feel mad at those women for being careless with his body like that, but it was hard to stay mad when he wasn't wearing a shirt; each and every muscle shown beautifully from the thin layer of sweat on his skin, the white kitchen light helping.

I glanced away, feeling my face heat up as I took another sip of coffee.

"The fu-... they took my fucking cash." Brian cursed, huffing in frustration as he tossed his wallet onto the counter.

I snorted, rolling my eyes at him.

"Good. Ye should be glad t'ey didn't take you're cards n shit." I teased, sliding him one of the chocolate muffins I got from the shop, along with two pills of Advil I grabbed from the drawer.

I reached into the cupboard to grab a mug, filling it up with tap water and handing it over to Brian.

He heaved a heavy sigh, tossing the pills in his mouth and chugging the water in big gulps.

Hmm, must've been dehydrated.

"I'm fuckin' parched." He croaked, poking at the muffin before breaking a piece of and popping it into his mouth. I chuckled at the gravely sound in his voice, nodding as I poured some of my coffee into his empty cup and sliding it back over.

"Well that's what booze and vodka does, Brian." I said, glancing over his shoulder at the large alcohol bottles sitting on the coffee table in the living room.

He hummed, frowning down at his hands before grabbing his cup.

"Where'd ye get t'is pastry? It's fuckin' marvelous." He exclaimed, ignoring me to taking another bite.

I chuckled to myself remembering the coffee shop that was ran by both Oliver and his girlfriend, Alexandria.

Such pretty names.

"I got it downtown from a small coffee shop. The guy who made it gave me a good deal on it along wit' te coffee." I said, smiling as I hopped on to the counter.

Brian froze, raising a brow as I folded my legs.

"Guy? Y'know him?" He asked, grabbing his mug and taking a sip.

"Yeah, I met them today, his name's Oliver. Pretty nice guy. Kind cute too." I said, chuckling to myself. It was more of a friendly observation than a comment on his looks in any attracted manner.

He was just simply cute, like a puppy or an innocent baby deer in a way. Almost like a child.

I frowned as Brian choked on his coffee, a few trails leaking down his chin.

"Ye alright-

"Yeah, yeah 'm grand. Tell me more about 'em?" He asked, keeping his eyes down as he wiped the spilt coffee away. I frowned in confusion before continuing.

"Well he owns the shop, he's our age, uhh...well we didn't really talk much about ourselves. Just random topics in general." I said, finding the statement the most accurate. Most of the time we spoke, Oliver just shared tik toks he found to be funny, or asked my opinion on some of the sample muffins they had there. The rest was basically asking about me or talking about his girlfriend.

So there wasn't really much to say about him, more so of Alexandria.

"...huh." Brian spoke, looking as if he was deep in thought as he took a long slow sip from his cup.

"'Huh'?" I asked, confused on his response. He shrugged, setting his cup back down and crossing his arms over his chest.

"I thought ye said ye didn't like meeting new people." He said, looking up at me with half lidded eyes.

I stared, observing the small quirk in his brows and the slight frown on his lips.

Was he...mad at me?

"Well I don't, but he came up ta me. He was pretty nice so we kinda just hung out a while." I said softly, so that if he was mad, I didn't somehow make him any madder.

Brian just nodded his head, licking his teeth as he looked up at me before standing up.

"Alright well, I'm tired. See ye tomorrow. Goodnight." He said, giving me an obviously forced smile before reaching up and ruffling my hair. He booped my nose the same way I did to him this morning before lazily heading towards the hall with a loud yawn, taking his coffee and muffin with him.

I opened my mouth to speak, but seeing as I had nothing to say, I closed it back up.

Was he okay? Well he did almost get robbed tonight...might be the alcohol.

I sighed, setting my cup down and hopping off the counter. I grabbed a small grocery bag from under the sink, knowing I'd surly have to clean up Brian's mess.

Brian's mess...that included of beer cans alcohol bottles and...

"Ugh, condoms." I muttered to myself, taking a glance at the living room floor where at least a few full, tied up condoms were.

I shivered, groaning in disgust as I grabbed a clean pair of plastic cleaning gloves from the drawer.

I knew it was bad, but now it's worse.

It's gotten to the point, that Brian is starting to bring a new girl everyday. Sometimes more than one girl a day.

Regardless, he hasn't leaned anything since the last time those girls tried to rob him, seeing as he gets fucked over both literally and figuratively more times than I can count.

He's had to cancel five credit cards, get a new ID three times and had seven hundred dollars worth of cash stolen all in a span of three weeks!

It's gotten out of hand, and no matter how many times I've told him to calm down, to stop, he just ignored me or brushes it off as minor issues.

I'm getting tired of Brian letting all these women stomp all over him like some kind of useless money bag and sex toy, and it's honestly pissing me off that he's done nothing about it.

"Brian, we need to talk." I started, walking into his room without knocking.

"Jesus, knock will ya?" He said with a slight chuckle, sitting on his bed and tucking a few folded condoms into his leather jacket.

I've expressed my anger and irritation on the matter before, and it's never gotten me anywhere. But this time was different.

This time I'm gonna make sure he knows how much I hate the lifestyle he's chosen.

"Fuck knocking, it was probably just made up by some guy who got caught jacking off so he created a way for his family to warn him and let their presence known when at his door so t'at he doesn't have to get caught doin' it again." I huffed, leaning against the wall near the door and crossing my arms over my chest.

Brian froze, glancing up at me with the same smile. It softened a bit, probably realizing how angry I was right now.

"Hey, what's up?" He pried gently, setting his hands on his knees.

I glared down at him for a second before speaking.

"You can't go out anymore." I started.

"Ugh, not this shit again." He groaned, sighing when running a hand down his face.

"Yes, this again. Brian, you're wasting your life away and I'm not gonna just sit here and watch." I huffed.

He scoffed, standing up and grabbing his wallet.

"Yeah, no I'm going out. Wether ye like it or not." He said, grabbing his phone and tucking it into his pocket.

He made his way over to the door but before he could head out, I set my hand on the wood and slammed it shut.

He stared straight ahead, nodding at the door before sighing and looking down at the floor.

"Nogla..." He said, his voice warning. I pushed my lips into a pout, taking a single step sideways to block the door, completely cutting Brian's chance of leaving during the conversation unless he jumped out the tenth floor window.

"David." He said, snapping his eyes up to meet mine. His voice was now stern, a bit of anger laced in his tone.

But I wasn't gonna be bothered by it.

"Y'know what? No, okay? You've been drinking every day, having multiple one night stands for two months and you've been robbed for weeks. You're late for when we record, you can't even help me pay te bills on time because of all te stolen money, and ye can't even go a few days without a drink in one hand and a vagina in the other...or your hand in a vagina- ye get what I mean!" I snapped, balling my hands into fists.

"The guys are gettin' worried, yer sister 'as been calling me saying ye ain't answering any 'a her texts and- Bri, I'm worried. Okay? We're all worried about ya, and regardless of how shitty these women are being ta you, ye don't do shit about it!" I finished, watching as each and every jab made him flinch at the truthfulness of my words.

"Daithi, it's none of you're god damn business what I do with myself and my money." He said sternly, crossing his arms over his chest. I groaned in irritation, running a hand over my face.

"I know it's not and that's exactly why I've been so quiet about it since ye started, but now it's gettin' outta hand and it's worry'in me." I stated.

"Ya don't need ta be worried. I'm a grown fucking man, Nogla. And if ye don't like it, then ye can just leave." He growled, obviously getting a bit heated from everything I was admitting. I flinched at the words, only a single flash of regret showing on his face.

A single was all I needed to not just do exactly that and get up and leave.

"No Brian, I'm not leaving ya in t'is state. This is obviously a personal problem and since nobody else is here ta do it, I have ta step in an' stop you before you go ruining your life. This is how addiction and depression starts, and if it's gets to the point where fans start ta notice, I can't help your reputation. It's outta my hands if it reaches that point, and God damn does it hurt me for not stopping ya sooner." I argued, feeling my hands shake in anger.

I kind of wanted to punch him for being so stupid and oblivious, but violence wouldn't do any good. As nice as smacking him back into reality sounded, he'd probably only fight back.

And though I'm taller than him, Brian was a strong mother fucker. I've seen him get into a bar fight one time and though it was hot as shit it was fucking terrifying.

I'd hate to have to find out what the other end of his fist felt like.

"D'ya think I give a damn about what te fans think of me? If I did, I wouldn't have shown my face on the internet at all let alone start a whole ass channel. My personal problems are none of your concern, so ye can stop feelin' bad about yourself and move out me fuckin' way will ya? I don need your fucking pity!" He snapped, moving his hands around to express his anger.

I gaped at him in shock, offended that he saw it that way.

I didn't pity him, I felt sympathy for him. He's obviously going through something that he's keeping to himself, and hasn't even spoken to anyone about it.

"I'm not pitying you Brian, I'm just trying to help! All you've been on about is sex and alcohol, sex and alcohol! When is it gonna end, Brian? When are ye gonna stop te bullshit and talk ta me about what's on ye're mind?!" I shouted.

"You're on my mind!" He gave in.

I froze, staring down at him dumbly. He heaved a loud heavy sigh, tossing his wallet and phone on the dresser and pacing around the room.

"For months, Nogla. Months, and I haven't been able to get ye outta my head! Every morning, every night, every single fucking second of the day, you're all that I can t'ink about!" He yelled, his words confusing me.

What did he mean by that?

He clearly took hint of my silence, glancing back at my confused face before he continued.

"Ever since we met, I've been crushin' on ya like a stupid teen in a god damn drama movie. I told myself that it would fade in time, that it would be gone as soon as it came. I'm straight, so I dunno what I was thinkin'! But after we met in Ireland fer te first time, it was one of the best moments on my life and my stupid feelings just ended up getting stronger!" He cursed at himself, kicking over the chair next to his dresser with a loud bang.

I flinched, not only because the loud sound and action startled me, but because I couldn't believe what he was saying.

Did he seriously...feel that way? All this time? I mean I've had a crush on him since then too, but he felt the same way?

"When ye got your Visa, I wasn't thinkin' when I offered fer ye ta live with me. But when ye showed how excited ye were, it got me excited. A month after, ye came out ta us all as gay and this stupid, annoying, inconvenience of a crush grew stronger! All I could think about was holding ye're hand, hugging ya or even doing cringey ass shit that sappy couples usually do, and it annoyed the hell outta me!" He started again.

He then snapped his head in my direction, taking a step closer.

"And what did you do? You fucking made it worse. You inconsiderate little shit, you decided to wear women's clothes, and wear pretty hair pins and those cute little leg warmers that make your fucking legs stick out fucking adorably!" He shouted, taking another step closer.

I backed up into the door, feeling the cold wood on my flushed back.

Brian scoffed, chuckling deeply but not one of humor or happiness.

"Just look at what you're fucking wearing right now." He seethed, shaking his head as he openly checked me out.

I glanced down, now slightly feeling flustered in the clothes I was wearing.

It wasn't much but a cold shoulder long sleeve a black pair of shorts and high knee socks, but I now felt exposed in a way. As if I was completely naked under his gaze.

"I-im sorry." I stuttered, not really knowing how to respond to any of what he was saying.

"Yeah, you fucking should be. I had to fuck numerous women that reminded me of ye, just so that I could get some relief fer seein' ye every day. Jacking off stopped working after a while, and sex all together did. So I had ta drink, so t'at I could bear fucking a women that sounded nothin' like ya! At least they let me call them Daithi, right?! It helped that they didn't know what it meant. I told them it meant 'beautiful'." He admitted sighing to himself as he ran his hands through his hair.

I could feel my heart beat practically slamming in my chest and my body heat up a hundred degrees from how flustered I was.

It didn't fucking help that Brian was angry and God did I love when he gets angry. I'll admit that it's hot, but now probably wasn't the time to be thinking about that right now.

I should feel weirded out that he pretended all those women were me. Hell, any sane person would pack their shit and leave.

But it felt nice to know he did that. Nice to know that he didn't fuck just any women. He only did the ones that strongly reminded him of me.

It did explain why all the women had dark hair and pale skin. Most of them even had green or brown eyes. And they were all tall...I mean some of them were short but the majority of them did resemble me with individual features I guess.

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"And y'know what Dai? Ya should feel sorry, because you're the one that pushed me ta drink. You're the one that caused me to fall in love with ya, and you're the one ta make me so God damn sexually frustrated." He said with a suddenly deep tone and voice. He took a small step closer to me with each blame, and it was honestly scaring me to think of what he was gonna do it he closed the gap between us.

"And God fucking damnit, it's you're fault for looking so fuckable!" He shouted, grabbing my neck and yanking me down.

I jolted, a small squeak forcing itself out of my mouth as he smashed our lips together, out teeth clinking from the force.

The slight pain wasn't much to think about, as he shoved his tongue into my mouth and intertwined it with my own. My eyes were wide in shock, my hands placed on the door behind me.

Brian's lips moved aggressively and roughly that it was hard to refuse the dominance. There was no room for surprise or fear or even shock as he kissed me. Only pleasure took a hold of my mind and body as he slid his other hand to my waist, griping tightly.

I've always imagined what Brian's lips might feel like against my own, but this was ten times better than anything I've ever thought of.

I closed my eyes, setting my hands on his shoulders to push him away. He growled into my mouth, like he didn't want to pull away just yet. Or at all.

"Mhn...air-...mn." I managed to fit the single word between our mouths. Brian sighed loudly, irritated but understanding. He let go of my neck, letting me slowly pull off with a gasp.

I rested my head against the door, closing my eyes to imprint the memory of his lips on mine. The feeling, the warmth, the taste. It was all so good.

I then flinched, a moan of surprise escaping from my mouth as I felt Brian attach his lips to my throat.

I griped onto his jacket tightly, clenching my jaw to hold in my noises as he trailed his tongue across my pulse point, slowly moving down till his teeth hit my collar bone.

"I-im glad." I muttered, finally getting a chance to breath properly when he pulled back in confusion.

"What?" He asked, clearly not understanding.

I looked back down to him, meeting his gaze.

"I'm glad ye feel t'at way. I...I like ye too." I admitted bashfully, raising my hands to trail my thumbs across his jawline, admiring how sharp it was.

Brian stared at me for a few seconds in silence. His face was blank and it was hard to read what he was feeling let alone thinking right now.

I then yelped as he grabbed my thighs and threw me up, pushing me up against the wall and pulling my legs around his hips. The sudden change in position definitely made it easier to kiss, seeing as we were now at the same level.

"God I love when you're shy and honest." He groaned, licking his lips before pushing in for another kiss.

My breath hitched in my throat just as it did the first time, his teeth biting my lower lip to demand entrance.

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I allowed it, already feeling comfortable with his tongue darting around my mouth. Brian slid his hand into mine, the other one feeling around until it rested on my backside.

Shivers ran down my back as his thumb slid under my shirt and massaged into my tailbone, the others still resting on my butt.

"Fuck Brian..." I moaned as he pulled back, closing my eyes as his hands finally slid down my shorts, cupping my back-end softly.

Brain growled, his chest rumbling against my own from how close we were.

"Shit, say my name like t'at again." He demanded, sliding his hand lower and gripping tightly. I jerked at the rough action, biting my lip as his nails dug into my skin.

"B-brian." I repeated, following orders as he said. He let out another sort of low moan, before pulling me away from the wall and throwing me on the bed.

I landed with a soft grunt, moving to get up only to be pushed back down.

Brian growled curses and profanities to himself as he unbuttoned my pants, violently tugging them off my legs.

Usually I liked it when my partner was soft or gentle, but somehow the way Brian was aggressively tearing my clothes off, just made me more aroused by the second.

I lowered my hands to my crotch as he finally yanked my pants past my thighs and off of my legs.

"Don't hide baby, I wanna see it all." He muttered softly, pulling my wrists away.

Brian then froze, staring down at my black laced underwear for a second. I mentally cursed at myself, feeling my face go red as I averted my gaze.

"Heh... panties." He commented, looking up at me with a smirk. I pushed my lips into a pout, scowling at him. He just laughed at my embarrassment, leaning down and pressing his mouth right against my heat.

I gasped at the sensitive feeling, slightly arching my back as he inhaled deeply, sliding his face higher until he was at the center of my belly.

Then he exhaled.

"Ye smell so beautiful, my love." He complimented, before pressing open mouthed kisses on my skin.

I wiggled my wrists in his grasp, the words catching me off guard. Wether it was the comment in general or the pet name he had called me, regardless it made me feel nice and all tingly inside.

Brian placed more kisses, going higher and higher until his mouth reached my chest, his nose having to push my shirt up the whole way there.

"B- Brian please..." I whined softly, gasping as he lightly slid his tongue against one of my nipples.

"Beg, my beau." He uttered, adding teeth into the mix.

Great, now he's adding more pet names to flustered me further? Is he pulling these out of his ass?

"C-can ye please just- ugh, Brian!" I whined, not wanting to throw away my pride so quickly.

I mean, I waited days to build up the courage to finally point out to Brian that he had a serious problem and needed to stop drinking and having sex for weeks at a time, only to have him confess his love, pin me down then fuck me?

What else did he want from me? My dignity?!

"Ah, ah, ah. Don't be a brat, David." He said, using my real name.

That mean he was being dead serious.

I whimpered, whining in defeat as there was no other way around this. I had to beg and I had to beg good if he was gonna give in and gimme what I wanted.

"Pl- please Brian. It's startin' ta hurt now, c-can ye just...can ye...can ye please just fuck me already? I-i wanna feel...I...I wanna feel you inside of me, please Brian." I pleaded helplessly, looking away as I felt my body heat up in shame.

Brian chuckled smugly, biting his lip as he looked down at me with power.

"God, of course dipshit. I would've said yes with a simple 'please'." He groaned.

I turned to glare at him but that thought had suddenly came to an end as he rubbed his hand into my crotch.

I mewled at the feeling, rolling my hips up into the touch to add pressure. Brian chuckled at the action, using his other hand to run up and down my chest.

I cursed under my breath as he played with the lace on my underwear, his fingertips feeling cold against my warm skin.

His left hand then trailed up from my chest to my neck, simply resting there.

Before I could assume why, his other hand gripped my panties and tore them right off with a loud tear.

I yelped in surprise, moving to sit up only for his first hand to tighten around my neck and push me back down.

"No moving." He ordered, keeping his eyes on mine as he slowly moved his hand to my groin. I gasped, holding onto his left wrist tightly as he slid his fingers up and down slowly.

"Oh my gosh...haa, Bri." I whimpered, closing my eyes in pleasure as his thumb slid up to my chin, pushing onto my bottom lip.

"Fuck, I love when ye call me that..." He admitted with a groan, sticking his thumb into my mouth.

He pressed his finger onto my tongue, playing around with the saliva as his other hand lowered between my legs. I squirmed, panting heavily as his fingers brushed against my entrance, slowly teasing the rim.

"Be honest, Dai. When's te last time ye've been fucked?" Brian asked, leaning over me as he slowly pulled his thumb out, wiping my spit onto my lips.

I stared at him in silence, too busy loving the feeling of his fingers gently circling my love hole.

"M-months? A year? I dunno." I admitted, trying to push my hips into his hand so that he could just get the hint and finger me already.

Well, he obviously got the hint. He just didn't wanna give in so easily yet.

"Damn. 'S been a while hadn't it? Y'er not te kinda person ta jack off either, are ya." He said, now teasing me with words, his eyes glancing back down to my lips every now and then.

I shook my head, embarrassed. Brian laughed at that, seeming to find it funny how submissive I was being right now.

"Aww, poor baby. Don't worry though, I'm gonna make ye feel so good ye're gonna be beggin' fer more." He grinned, pushing all three fingers in.

I yelped, tensing at the feeling. He pressed his lips back down to mine, slowly scissoring me open with all three digits.

It was hard to breath while kissing him and moaning into his mouth at the same time, along with the motion of his fingers pushing in and out.

God he was right. It felt so good. It felt so good, I'd give up anything to have him make me feel this way.

The way his fingers just barely brushed the nerves inside of me, the warmth of his tongue creeping into my mouth, the weight of his body on top of mine, his hips between my legs, spreading me open.

God this was heavily.

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Another small gasp slipped past his lips, the sound getting caught between our mouths.

His breathing was stuttered and every thrust of my fingers caused another jerk in pleasure and mewl into my lips.

Everything about this was exactly like how I imagined and more.

The warmth of his walls tightening around my fingers, every gasp and sigh he made, the helpless whispers of my name moaned onto my tongue.

It was fucking amazing. He, was fucking amazing.

I pulled back from the kiss, trails of saliva connecting between our lips. His eyes and lashes were glossy, his face red beyond just a simple blush.

"B-bri, I need y-"

"Shhh, I'm gonna give it ta ye. Just be patient my love." I reassured, having to physically restrain myself from tearing this man apart.

He was just so cute and sexy in every way.

I dunno why I waited so long to confess to him, but thank God he gave me the push I needed.

I'm glad he accepted my feelings for him, giving his own back in the same way. It felt like a dream when he said he felt the same. It surprised me so much, it nearly gave me a fucking heart attack.

"Brian, I need...i-i need-"

"I know baby, I know." I hushed him, giving him one last peck before moving away from him. He whined as I slowly slipped my fingers out, his body jolting as I softly rubbed my thumb against his heat.

"Ya need me now, or d'ya wanna wait a bit?" I asked softly, whispering the words into his ear. He trembled at the feeling, a smirk of satisfaction tugging at my lips.

"N-now, Bri." He whimpered, averting his gaze from me. I chuckled lightly, feeling adoration towards him from the way he kept calling me that nickname I told him that I loved.

I trailed soft kisses down his neck, halting to nibble on his shoulder as I lifted his legs around my waist. His dainty fingers tugged at my shirt, his breathing shallow.

I slipped the condoms out of my jacket, smiling down at him as he looked up at me with nervous eyes.

"D-do women usually like it when ye get rough?" He suddenly asked, blinking up at me as I pulled my jacket and shirt off.

I raised a brow in question, ripping the top of the condom off with my teeth.

"Rough?" I asked, wanting to laugh as he didn't awnser right away, his eyes mesmerized as he trailed his hands down my chest.

"Yeah uh... everytime ye brought a girl over i-it sounded like ye were goin' rough." He said, almost sounding embarrassed that he was listening in.

"Do ya want me ta go rough?" I asked, his eyes trailing down as I unbuttoned my jeans. His breath hitched in his throat as I pulled myself out, slowly rolling the condom on without a problem.

"Y-yes please." He whispered, his voice high pitched as he stared down between my legs with wide eyes.

I chuckled deeply, crawling over him. I pressed our heads close together until our noses touched, my lips just barely grazing across his.

"Ye sound scared, Daithi." I commented, noticing the sudden change in breath. Before it was slow and deep, but now it was fast and short.

He made a small sound of need, arching his back up to press our chests together.

"Brian, just shut up and fuck me already. I've been angry for two months hearin' ye fuck all these other people. It's my turn." He snapped, his lips pushed into a small pout of annoyance.

I chuckled smugly, feeling his hips rock up into my groin, looking for any sort of friction. I held his hip with one hand, pulling him as close as possible before pressing my mouth into his.

I then slowly pushed in, a loud gasp getting caught between our lips. I groaned at the heat, feeling his walls tighten the more I pushed in. I didn't stop till I hit my base, pressing my hips into his own as hard as I could.

If I was gonna do this, I want to do this right. If rough is what he wanted, I was gonna give it to him.

A small whine slipped from his tongue as I pulled away from his mouth, slowly sliding out of him till there was nothing in him but my tip.

"Are ye sure ye want it rough? I could get really aggressive." I warned, narrowing my eyes at him with a smile. He panted lightly, nodding his head at me.

"Just because ye love me doesn't mean ye need ta go easy. I want ya to rail me hard 'n fast. Treat me like one of ye're bitches." He growled softly, biting his lip as I groaned at his dirty words.

"Y'know ye're really asking fer it." I chuckled, only earning a giggle in response. I braced myself a bit, moving my knees in a more comfortable position before slamming back in.

A high pitched squeak fell from his mouth, but it was a sound of a pleasure more than a sound of pain.

We hadn't used lube, but hopefully the lubricated condom was enough so that I didn't hurt him.

I chuckled at the glare he sent me, before starting a steady rythem of in and out. It was an average pace, seeing as I didn't wanna go straight into pounding the lanky bitch.

I wanted to take my time with him. Show him how much I really love him.

But fuck was that hard to do when he just kept moaning my name with his sweet rich voice.

"F-fuck man- ah!" He yelped, throwing his head into the pillows in bliss as I hit a sensitive area, his arms shaking as they latched into my hair.

The slight sting of pain was... different. Obviously whenever I had sex with women they'd claw my back or bite my arms for support.

But the pain Nogla was giving me felt gentle. Like he was scared to hurt me. He wanted to be soft with me, but wanted me to be rough with him?

Interesting...

"Fuck Bri, faster!" He moaned, threading his fingers through my hair. I groaned deeply into his chest, grazing my teeth across his collar bone.

I did as he asked, slightly speeding up my thrusts. The constriction of his walls along with the hair pulling was beyond amazing, his hips grinding into each motion of back and forth.

I moved my hands from beside his hips, slowly feeling up his body. His skin was soft and smooth, my finger tips warm against his flushed body.

Nogla moaned quietly, his lashes fluttering as I tried my nails up the sides of his waist and torso.

"God y-you're so pretty." I stuttered in disbelief, subconsciously speeding up even more.

I let deep groans escape my throat as I rocked into him, the bed frame hitting the wall with every jut of my hips.

Nogla's keening became louder, that being the loudest sound in the room by far. He let go of my hair to move his hands to my hips, pulling me harder into him each time I pushed into him.

"Harder?" I asked quickly, not wanting to groan of moan in-between my sentences. Nogla nodded rapidly, fluttering his eyes fully open to meet my gaze.

And it that wasn't the most beautiful sight ever, then I didn't know what was.

I let out a long exhale of breath, grabbing the back of his knees and pinning them to his chest before I started to plunge in and out of him quickly.

He gasped in delight, cursing between almost every moan and scream. The new position caused me to push deeper, the angle hitting directly into Nogla's prostate.

"Brian! Brian! Oh my go- ah- sh!" He screamed, tears trailing down his face. I hummed in adoration, loving the pleas and whimpers of my name of his voice.

I couldn't help myself from leaning down to catch those noises into a passionate kiss, gripping his legs tightly.

"Fuck- sorry, I th- think I'm gonna cum soon." I admitted, feeling the burn in my gut grow quickly.

Though it was unusual for me to orgasm so soon, this was Nogla I was having sex with and it wasn't a surprise that he made my insides cramp so quickly.

"Me t-t- ah!" He moaned loudly as cum shot from his tip, hot ropes landing on his stomach as he trembled violently. I growled at the sight, as a few smaller drops managed to land on his face, one of them on his eyelashes, causing him to keep one teary eye opened as I continued to fuck him aggressively.

"I lo- I love- fuck, I love ye Brian!" He whispered desperately, cupping my face with his hands.

That was it. That was my breaking point.

I came loudly with a gravelly call of his name, my thrusts stuttering as I rode out my orgasm.

We both panted lightly as I soon came to a stop, the sound of wet breath and stuttered pants filling the room.

I smoothly pulled out, earning a small hitch of Nogla's breath as I carefully set his legs down.

I pulled my condom off and tied it up, tossing it in the small bin next to my nightstand.

I glanced back down to Nogla, staring into his dark emerald eyes before quickly leaning forward and capturing his lips in another passionate kiss.

However this one was much different from the previous ones we had. It was chaste and full of emotion, the both of us practically pouring our hearts out into the slow motion of our lips.

I pulled back with a small tug on his bottom lip with my teeth, licking my lips to savour the taste.

"I love ye too." I muttered, finding the adorable smile that spread to his face much too contagious.

"I've been waiting eight years fer ye ta say t'at." He admitted, softly running his hands through my hair. I chuckled at that, humming in pleasure at the feeling of his warm fingers on my scalp.

"I've been waitin' eight years ta hear myself say it as well." I said, reaching my hand up to wipe the trails of tears from his eyes as well as a few of the cum splatters.

He giggled loosely, wrapping his arms around my neck and pulling me down next to him, nuzzling his face into my neck and sighing happily. I chuckled at the childish actions, holding him close despite the both of us being half naked and him covered in his own cum.

I then frowned, staring at the ceiling in thought.

"Who's Oliver?" I asked, feeling the wave of jealousy hit me just as it had the night Nogla came back with muffins and that cup of coffee.

"Just a friendly guy I met at the coffee shop. I already told ye t'is Bri-...wait, we're ye jealous, thinkin' I was attracted to him?" He asked, quickly catching onto me.

I chuckled bashfully, averting me gaze anywhere else but at him.

"I mean kinda- well, yes. Okay? That's te only reason this while thing got worse. Because ye said he was cute and how nice he was. It made me angry." I sighed, finally finding the courage to look down at him.

I frowned as he laughed at my face, trying my hardest not to kiss him to shut him the fuck up.

"Brian he has a girlfriend, and when I said 'cute', I said that in a way you'd describe a child or a puppy. Ye're te only one I feel both emotionally and physically attracted to, Bri." He reassured me.

A harsh shiver ran down my back, goosebumps spreading across my chest as he said that last sentence.

"Good. Because I'm te only one who's allowed ta touch you and love you like t'is." I said, tilting his chin up to steal his lips.

He returned the gesture, running his thumb over my cheek bone.

"I'm sorry I ignored ya. I just felt sorry fer myself." I apologized, pulling back to do so. Nogla shugged, tapping our noses together before planting a kiss on my chin.

"No need fer all t'at. 'M just glad ye're all ta myself now." He said, drawing a short laugh out of me.

"Does that mean we're a thing now?" I asked, rubbing my fingertips up and down the curves of his body. He visibly shivered at the light touches, looking up at me with sweet, caring eyes.

"If by 'thing' ye mean 'lovers', then yes. I'd like that." He muttered, throwing one of his legs over my waist.

I grinned, moving my hand from his waist to slid up the under side of his leg, moving from the soft fabric of his knee high sock to his thigh, sliding dangerously close to his rear side.

"So...does t'at mean ye're up fer another round? That is a thing that lovers do, right? Love?" I teased flirtatiously, already feeling aroused by the intake of breath he took as I gently groped at his soft skin.

"God, stop sellin' yourself, I already know you're hot as it is." He whined, trailing his hands down my chest as if to show.

I then laughed in surprise as he pushed me down, hopping up to sit on top of my lap.

I bit my lip and groaned, running my hands up his thighs to ground myself as I took in the way he was displaying himself and his beauty for me and my eyes only.

"God you have such a gorgeous body." I growled, running my hand up his waist and up the center of his belly, smearing the cum splatter.

Nogla chuckled at the words, regardless, his face flushing a dark red as he pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside.

"Likewise. Now, fuck me harder than ye've ever fucked one of those girls." He demanded, grinding his own heat into mine to show how much he wanted it.

I let out a long sigh, closing my eyes and just enjoying the way his body warmth flooded over mine.

"Oh, you're gonna get it sweetie." I growled, sitting up to pull him into another lip bruising kiss.

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Heh, so this one wasn't supposed to be this long but regardless I like it anyways.

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my upload schedule will be fucked and it'll take longer since I'm still using my neighbors wifi, regardless I'll try to keep posting frequently as possible.

Anyways I hoped you guys liked this one, and I hope ya have a great day and keep comin' back for more!!!

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Featured or mentioned characters:

Nogla - Nogla, David, Daithi,

Terroriser - Brian

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