The Passion of Brother-in-law
Ep 58s

Matthew took Iren to his apartment.

"Why bring me here?" Iren was a little worried. Even though he knew Matthew only made love to women if he was drunk, Iren still had to be careful. Especially when he suddenly kissed the man earlier, Matthew replied wildly. And Iren could feel the keja n tanan man who was already hard when sitting on his lap.

"Matt, I asked why did you bring me here? You're not thinking about anything, are you?" he said again to the point.

Matthew chuckles.

"Not to worry too much. I brought you here because it's quieter here. You didn't look good in the crowd. I'll cook something for you." the man made a sound and Iren was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

He thought Matthew couldn't stand their hot kiss and took him to this place to vent his passion, but he didn't. He's the one with too much thought.

"Make me an omelette. I love your omelet." Iren followed the man into the kitchen.

"All right, princess." Iren chuckled, he felt funny the way Matthew called him. The woman observed the man's movements while sitting at the dining table. Iren just realized the back of the man's body is very beautiful. He just noticed. His back is upright, and seen from any side, this one male friend is indeed so charming. Matthew and Foster got the title of the most handsome and popular men when they were in college. Everyone on campus was envious of the same weight Iren used to be. But Iren was even mediocre to be close to them.

"Perfects."

Iren subconsciously mentioned that one word.

"What did you say?"

The woman's eyes gnawed. Matthew's omelet is done. The man was standing in front of him now. Iren gave a wide grin, hiding his embarrassment.

"none. I didn't say anything. Maybe you heard it wrong." You're pretending to be innocent. Matthew just shook his head weirdly.

"Eat" he said later. Iren then tasted the man's cooking. He enjoyed it very much. It tastes so good. Matthew's omelet was the best on his tongue.

"Is it that good?" Matthew laughed amusedly at the way Iren had eaten which was already like a starving person.

"Mm, I really like your omelette. Really," said the woman on the sidelines of her meal.

"Do you have a drink?" nothing in Matthew Iren's shadow would ask that.

"It's still noon Iren. Didn't you go back to work? You don't want to drink with me, do you?"

"Who said I'd drink with you? I want to drink alone. You don't drink a single bit. Today I'm so pissed at that jerk, I need alcohol."

"You sure?"

"Yes. Get your alcohol out." Iren then stood up and opened the closet that was nearby. His eyes fell onto some neatly arranged bottles of drink there. He smiled happily.

"Can!" the woman grabbed a bottle of whiskey from the closet.

"Iren, not this one. It's too high for you." Matthew tries to take a bottle of alcohol from Iren's hand but the woman beats the man's hand.

"I want this one! Don't interrupt my pleasure Matt." the woman stared intently at the man. Matt grimacing. Iren is hard to say. All right, just let the woman do what she wants.

"Mm ...," It feels good. Iren exclaimed as he took a sip of the drink straight from the bottle.

"Shush." Iren paid no attention to the words of the man sitting in front of him. He continued to gulp down the whiskey, as Matthew wanted to take the bottle from him, again the woman beat him slowly.

"I told you not to bother me, right" The girl's eyes began to twitch, occasionally closing, indicating she was drunk. Matthew grimacing.

"You're drunk, don't drink anymore" the man said firmly. This time he moved all his strength to snatch the bottle in Iren's hands. Unfortunately, it was removed by the woman. Matthew sighed. This woman really.

"You know, I really hate that guy. He treated me like an animal in bed. I know lovemaking is good, you know that, too, right?" Iren started to mess up. But Matthew heard it seriously.

"My answer is Matt."

"M." Matthew nodded.

"The man was very gentle with me. But over time he became strange. He has a disorder ****. Very rude, he bought strange tools to torture me. You know, it hurts so much. That's why I asked for a break up."

Goddamn bum. Matthew's emotions rose. So that's why Iren broke up. Damn men, don't let them see each other again.

"So that I thought I wasn't interested in making love anymore .." said Iren in his drunkenness. "But I feel tormented every time I hear strange noises coming from Foster's room. I caught them having sex on the couch, and you know, it's really torturing me? I wanted to do it too, but I don't have a boyfriend now. I was also afraid of meeting the same person as my ex-boyfriend. Oh, my God, what's wrong with me?"

Iren opened his eyes looking at Matthew. The man kept silently staring at her flat. I don't know what he's thinking. Iren then smiled.

"Matt, I just realized you're so handsome. Were you angry that I suddenly kissed you? Is my kiss good?"

Getting angry? Rather than angry Matthew was happy. He had a long taste for that woman. It was just that Iren only considered him a friend, and the woman was extremely insensitive. So Matthew could only hide his feelings.

"You're drunk, let's take you home." Matthew stood up trying to lift Iren's body. But Iren pushed him until he sat on the floor. Even worse, the woman pushed her body back to sleep on the floor and now sits on her stomach.

Matthew drunk. Gosh darn. This position is very dangerous. Iren wouldn't attack him all of a sudden right?

"I know you must have enjoyed it earlier, because you returned my kiss earlier. I also feel like I've been tense here."

Matthew glared wide as soon as Iren's hand touched his manhood.

"B ... Iren ... You're drunk ..."

"Stt ... Just shut up, because you helped me out in front of that jerk, now it's my turn to help you. I know you need help,"

Then casually the woman unfastened Matthew's trousers and reached for a long, hardened object in there. Matthew swallowed.

"B ... Iren ..." the man bit his lips hard.

"Ahh .." One de s a han escaped from Matthew's mouth as soon as Iren's hand started moving up and down on his shamed trunk.

Oh my goodness. Matthew often dreamed of doing it with Iren, but he realized Iren would regret it later. It's not time yet. Then with a single jolt, the man broke away from Iren and stood up, locking back his zipper. God, he must be crazy to waste this opportunity. But he did not want Iren to refuse.

"Let me drive home" Matthew said later.