“I really hate them,” Matt mumbled only to groan seconds later when the sounds of his brother groaning his wife’s name became louder and he was forced to pull a pillow over his head and-
“God, you feel so fucking good!”
-decided that he didn’t need sleep after all.
Only a few more weeks, Matt reminded himself as he got up, tripped over his pants before grabbing them off the floor and pulling them on. That was followed by grabbing a shirt off one of the piles of dirty clothes covering his floor, pulling it on, tripping over his boots, and-