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Roger was mad. No, he was more than mad, he was absolutely furious beyond words. In fact, he was so furious that he'd gone and trashed his boyfriends, no, scratch that, his ex-boyfriend’s very expensive and very classy car that he may have loved more than said ex-boyfriend. But he deserved it. The two timing, evil piece of dirt had deserved it after Roger had just found him between another blokes legs, doing not so friendly things to him.
Roger snorted, remembering the lame excuse his boyfriend, no ex-boyfriend, had given him.
"I was just checking to see if his injury had healed." Roger mocked, letting out another snort. He kicked the nearest object which turned out to be a bin, making a passer-by flinch away. "Yeah, because people check injuries with their mouths wrapped around the other’s dick!" Roger yelled.
Unfortunately a mother and her child happened to pass by him at that exact moment, the poor kid looking gobsmacked as his mother covered his ears and gave Roger the deadliest of glares. Roger just rolled his eyes, not giving a rat’s ass. The next generation needed to learn that men were absolute bastards anyway.
"Twat!" Roger growled, this time kicking a wall.
He felt like kicking everything in his path, and throwing stuff, and bawling at the top of his voice. They'd only been going out for a few months, but for him it felt like forever, and it was all new territory. He'd thought this relationship was going alright, it was the longest he'd ever had, and if he was being honest he was enjoying being with someone and not just picking up random guys at the bar.
For once he'd given it a go, try something new as his friends had put it, but apparently it wasn't meant to be as the first relationship he tried just came back and bit him in the ass. Well, he guessed he was going to go back to his old ways, because quite frankly he was never going to date anyone ever again after this.
"Fuck!" Roger yelped, as out of the blue someone practically whacked him on the shoulder, almost sending him tumbling into the wall. He turned to see a tall, skinny man with the biggest mop of curls he'd ever seen. "Watch where you're going! Are you fucking blind?" He shouted, giving another wall a thump before continuing his walk.
"Actually, I am."
Roger stopped dead in his tracks. He turned back around to see tall, lanky man looking in his direction, a slight smile on his face. Roger furrowed his brows in confusion, not expecting a bloody answer, and one that confused him no doubt.
"What?" Roger let out, sounding quite rude and not giving a hoot after the afternoon he'd had. That was until he noticed something he hadn't noticed before, and that something happened to be a guide dog, its tongue hanging out and its tail wagging excitedly. And the guide dogs lead just so happened to be held by tall, and lanky man. Rogers eyes widened in realization. "Oh fuck." He cursed, suddenly feeling like an absolute idiot. "Shit, I am so fucking sorry!"
Roger quickly jogged up to the man, stopping to stand just in front of him, and secretly happy that he couldn't see his stupid, idiotic face at that moment. Tall and lanky though, he just smiled sweetly, like a stranger hadn’t just said something almost offensive to him.
"It's alright," Lanky said. "I've heard worse."
Roger guffawed, hands on his hips. "I'm sure you have, but that doesn't mean I shouldn't have said it. I really am sorry." He said waving his arms around frantically. "I sometimes just say shit without thinking, and I blurt stuff out when I'm mad and-"
"Hey," the man cut across, laughing at Roger's freak out. "Really, it's okay. You weren't to know I was actually blind."
Roger hummed. "Still, shouldn't have said it, me and my big mouth."
"It happens," the stranger said with a shrug. "Sounds like you're having a bad day?"
Roger wanted to laugh, that was an understatement. "Probably one of the shittiest days, and taking it out on the world."
"Yeah?" Lanky said, sounding sympathetic. And with a smirk he continued. "That must have been you shouting something about injuries and something along the lines of mouths wrapped around dicks?"
Roger couldn't have been more mortified than he was at that moment. When he'd gone and shouted that out in the middle of the street, he could have sworn there were barely any people walking around. But apparently his voice could be heard from further than he thought.
"Oh god," Roger groaned, running a hand through his hair. "You heard that?"
"Loud and clear." Lanky chuckled.
"Great," Roger snorted. "Guess Freddie was right, I really do need to tone it down sometimes."
Lanky shrugged. "I don't blame you, you sounded pretty mad, whatever happened must have been awful."
Roger laughed sarcastically, the image of his ex's fling spread out on the bed coming to mind. "Well, I just found my boyfriend in bed with another guy, so yeah, it's pretty damn awful."
Lanky's eyes widened in surprise, he was expecting something to do with the other’s lover by the words he'd heard, but not as bad as that. The tall man shook his head, feeling sympathetic towards the guy in front of him.
"I'm so sorry to hear that," he said sincerely. "Whoever he was he doesn't deserve you, I always say cheaters don't deserve a happy ending, it's a horrid thing to do to another person."
Roger hummed, agreeing. "Yeah well, apparently men are all jerks and I have the worst taste."
"I'm sure the right guy will come along soon."
"Hm." Roger sighed again. "You sure about that?"
Lanky smiled. "I can promise you he's out there."
"Yeah?" Roger grinned the other's sweet smile quite contagious. "I hope so, but for now I'm going to just drink my sorrows away and not give a damn about men."
"You sure?" Lanky chuckled, giving his dog a pet as it got fidgety. "I can think of a better way to make yourself feel better than that."
"Oh yeah?" Roger challenged, because he couldn't think of anything better than getting shit faced, and forgetting all his problems.
"How about I treat you to a coffee, and some cake?" Lanky offered.
Roger had to think about that one for a while, since he'd literally just met the stranger, and was a bit rude to him to begin with. Who knew, maybe this guy was just pretending to be so nice to him, and just wanted to take the mic. Or, he was just totally crazy and a complete psychopath waiting to strike.
"I don't even know you're name, you know." Roger decided on, since it was true, he couldn't exactly keep calling the guy tall, handsome poodle in his head. "For all I know, you could be a psychopath." He added, which he instantly regretted.
But the other man just laughed softly. "I can promise you I'm completely sane." He said, earning a smile from the blonde. "And my name’s Brian," he stuck out his hand. "How about yours?"
Roger couldn't help fall for the other man's charm, he had to admit his smile was entrancing. So, he took his hand. "I'm Roger."
"It's nice to meet you, Roger." Brian said with a smile. "Now, how would you like to join me, a non-psychopath, at a nice cafe I know down the road?"
Roger laughed, he couldn't say no to Brian even if he tried.