Breaking point

The fight started over something stupid. A sandwich.

Alex stormed into the kitchen, slamming the fridge door with more force than necessary. “Did you eat my leftovers?” he snapped, arms crossed tight over his chest.

Brian looked up from his phone, lounging at the kitchen table with that same cocky smirk that always set Alex on edge. “It was just a sandwich.”

“It was my sandwich,” Alex growled, eyes narrowing. “I wrote my name on it. Twice.”

Brian rolled his eyes and tossed his phone onto the table. “God, you’re such a brat. Always so dramatic.”

Alex’s face flushed with heat. “You never take anything seriously, do you?”

“Oh, I do,” Brian said, standing slowly. “I take you seriously. You’re like a full-time job.”

“That’s rich, coming from someone who runs every time things get real.” Alex stepped forward, their faces inches apart now. “Just say what you want to say already!”

Brian’s jaw clenched, muscles twitching. “I want you to shut the hell up for once.”

But his voice wavered.

Alex blinked, startled by the crack in Brian’s tone. “You’re lying.”

“I’m not—”

“Yes, you are.” Alex’s voice lowered, trembling with something deeper. “You act like you hate me, like you can’t stand being around me, but you keep looking at me like you want to—”

He didn’t get to finish.

Brian’s hand shot out and grabbed his wrist. In one sudden, fierce motion, he had Alex pinned against the fridge, his body caging him in. The cool metal pressed into Alex’s back, but all he could feel was Brian—his scent, his warmth, the tension radiating off him like a storm about to break.

“Don’t,” Brian warned, voice low and rough. “Don’t say it.”

His breath ghosted across Alex’s lips, barely a whisper of space between them.

“I don’t hate you,” he murmured.

Then he kissed him.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t planned. It was raw, desperate, and full of everything they had buried—rage, fear, longing, denial. Alex gasped into it, heart racing, hands caught somewhere between pushing away and pulling closer. The world narrowed down to Brian’s mouth, Brian’s hands, the fire burning between them,it was intense.

And then it was over.

Brian pulled back like he’d been burned, eyes wide with horror.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, voice cracking like glass. “I didn’t mean— I shouldn’t have—”

He stepped back, putting distance between them like space would undo what had just happened. Like he hadn’t just shattered every line they’d drawn between them.

Alex stood frozen, back still pressed to the fridge. His fingers rose slowly, brushing over his lips. They were still warm. Still tingling.

He wasn’t angry.

He just didn’t know how to breathe.

Brian turned and left, footsteps heavy as thunder down the hallway, leaving silence in his wake.

Alex slid down the fridge to the floor, knees pulled to his chest, heart pounding in his ears.

Everything had changed.

And neither of them could take it back.

To be continued……..

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