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Something about the stupid smile that danced across Max's face, paired with the sheen of sweat still covering his forehead from skating back to GMM, made Bradley's stomach twist. The loud thumping of house music beat in tune with his heart, which was speeding up at a rather alarming rate. Max had been very obviously flirting with Brad since the two went out to skate that evening, letting his touches linger, and his words draw out, almost in a whisper at times. Damn, the way he would rip him to shreds as soon as he was able. "Ready to go in?" Max's bright and cheery voice cut through the dark, humid air. He looked up into Brad's eyes, hands fiddling with a piece of loose tape on his board. The urge to devour him- to eat him whole- was all-consuming.
"Shit, yeah. My bad. I'll let us in." The two closed the distance between them and the door, which Brad opened with a keycard pulled from his waistband. "Mi casa es su casa or whatever. Don't get too wasted, though- the boys know you're with me."
Bradley pushed the door open, immediately greeted by what must've been well over 150 people packed into the main hall of GMM. A skateboard rack sat to the side, two spots open side-by-side. Placing his own board in first, Brad then grabbed Max's and set it down.
"I don't care where you go, Freshman, as long as you don't fuck up my reputation." Max glanced around, an eyebrow raised.
"I'll go where you go." He clasped a hand on Bradley's shoulder in a way that shouldn't have seemed anything other than strictly platonic but sent a jolt of energy straight to Brad's crotch nonetheless.
"Fine." Max seemed pleased with this answer, removing his hand and putting it in the back pocket of his jeans. At that, Bradley pushed his way through the crowd, immersing himself in the frenzy that swirled around him. He and Max went from group to group, chatting nonsensically and sloshing around half-empty red Solo cups full of god-knows-what. After the third or fourth refill of his cup, Brad pulled Max over to a chaise lounge situated in the corner of the room, plopping down on it with an exasperated sigh.
"Max, do you know how long it's been since I got laid? Look around us- a room packed to the brim with eligible bachelors, but not a single one that can muster up the courage to talk to me. What a shame- I truly am a catch." Max fiddled with a lip piercing idly, the silver ball of his tongue piercing catching a stray beam of red light and shining back onto his face.
"Bachelorettes, you mean. 'Bachelor' is used for dudes." With this, Max glanced over at Bradley, head tilted slightly to the side. Brad said nothing; he just met his gaze and shrugged.
"You do mean bachelorette, right?" he pressed on, now sitting up straight.
"I meant what I said, Freshman. I don't get shit wrong." Setting the cup down on the floor, he, too, sat up, now nose-to-nose with Max.
"You're a tease, Uppercrust. You don't mean it."
"Do you want me to mean it?" Max bit at a piercing ring.
"Maybe."They stayed like that for a moment, noses brushing and foreheads pressed together.
"Fuck you, Bradley. Fuck. You." Max pulled back, slouching against the armrest. His hands covered his eyes, and a deep groan emerged from between his clenched teeth. Bradley took this as the window of opportunity he'd been awaiting for weeks—now semi-certain that his feelings were reciprocated, he felt ready to try out his charm. Using one hand to brace himself against the lounge so that he hovered over Max, he used the other to bat away the hands that still covered his face. Slowly, Bradley lowered himself down, brushing his lips over Max's.
"I meant what I said." Fingers wove into the hair at the nape of Brad's neck, pulling him down for another kiss, this one deeper.
"Fuck you. You shoulda told me." Another kiss.
"You said it yourself- 'tease'. I like watching you squirm." Bradley broke away, a smile dancing at the corners of his mouth. "Make up your mind, Maxwell. Too pissed off at me to see what I look like under the button-up?" Even with the eyeliner and clumped-on mascara, the glint that shimmered in Max's eyes was clear.
"Fine, you nagging prick, I'll stroke your hard-ass ego and say that, yeah, I guess I would like to know if you manicure your pubes as well as you manicure your nails. Maybe I would like to know if the rumors are true, Uppercunt. Maybe I would like to know if you're just as painfully annoying with my dick in your mouth as you are with it up. Your. Ass." Max had stood up as he said this, hands balled up into fists by his sides.
"Bold, Maxwell. Very bold." Bradley held out a hand.
"Come." The gusto melted out of Max, who sheepishly took his hand, bangs covering his face. Brad led them out of the lower floor of the house, up through the stairwell, past an obscene amount of stray couples sucking greedily at each other's faces, and to the last hallway of the top floor where his room was situated. With a flourish, he pulled a different keycard than before out of his waistband, slid it through the card reader, and pushed the door open with a foot. He tossed the key down onto a table, sparing no time as he pulled his sweater up and over his head and threw it off to the side. Max's hands found his waist, pulling their bodies flush against each other.
"Enthusiastic, are we, Freshman?" Max grunted in approval, his hands now roaming up and down Bradley's back, pushing up the hem of his shirt.
"You asked if I wanted to see what was underneath the shirt, Uppercrust," Max remarked, pulling their mouths apart briefly. Brad nodded, hoping to reconnect their lips as soon as possible.
"I want to feel what's under it with my tongue. I want to explore each part of you with my mouth and hands until I know your own body better than I know my own." Bradley hadn't expected such bold words from the seemingly timid boy he'd teased so shamelessly prior to this evening. The image of Max licking and feeling every inch of Brad's body was enthralling. He kissed a trail up to the shell of Max's ear, gently nipping at a stretched earlobe. "I'll hold you to it, doll." he purred, smiling against the skin of Max's neck as he worked his way down his throat, pushing away the thin fabric of some stupid band tee. As Bradley sucked at the soft spot below Max's collarbone, he could feel a pair of shaking hands attempting to unbutton his dress shirt. "I'll get it, Maxwell. Let me get it." Removing himself from the now spit-slicked skin of Max's decolletage, he finished opening the front of his shirt and slid it from his shoulders. Eager to reciprocate, Max tugged his tee off, dropping it to the floor.
"Bradley. I didn't think you had any piercings?" His eyes had wandered down Brad's chest and stopped at his pecs, now hungrily eyeing the silver barbells that speared through each nipple.
"Surprise, Freshman." Max reached out, his fingers brushing against the metal bar of one piercing. Bradley grabbed his wrist and walked him over to the couch centered in the middle of the room. He sat down, kicking his shoes and socks off before spreading his legs.
"Be a good boy and sit down." Brad patted one of his thighs, trying to ignore the print from his half-hard cock that tented his khakis. Max settled himself between his legs, one knee on either side of his thighs. His mouth eagerly began sucking at Bradley's nipples, gently tugging and biting at the sensitive skin. Each lap of his tongue sent waves of pleasure down Brad's spine, causing him to lean his head back over the couch so that Max wouldn't be able to see the blush creeping up his cheeks. He'd wanted so badly to uphold his image- to appear as strong and solid, and not as a man who unraveled so easily under the capable hands of some emo guy. With this thought in mind, Bradley grabbed a fistful of hair at the base of Max's neck and lifted his head, pulling him back up to his mouth. The feeling of their mouths together was intoxicating, the taste of Max better than any drug he'd taken. Brad's hands grabbed at his waist, fingertips sliding under the torn jeans that sat loosely on his hips. He pressed the other man down until he could feel the rough fabric meet that of his own slacks, the newfound sensation raising goosebumps. Max rolled his hips down, grinding their erections together. He tried to keep it back, but a faint whimper escaped Bradley's lips as he thrust back up into Max, desperate for contact. His slacks felt painfully tight against his throbbing cock- he wanted them off. With a free hand, Brad first worked at the zipper of Max's jeans, struggling to pull it down one-handed, but ultimately succeeding. He then began working at his own zipper, getting it about halfway down before Max stood up and climbed off of him. In one swift movement, he hooked his thumbs into his jeans and boxers, pulling them off and throwing them onto the couch. Bradley was still seated, eyes wide and mouth agape as he stared shamelessly at Max's nude figure. His entire body was toned, yet not so muscular that it would be noticeable under his baggy clothing. Each hip sported one nautical star tattoo, and a thin trail of hair ran from his belly to his cock- at least seven inches- which stood up against his stomach. Bradley's mouth watered at the sight of the man before him.
"You gonna sit there and stare at me, or come do something?" At that, Brad jumped to his feet, shimmying out of his slacks and boxers, eager to get his hands back on Max. He moved to close the distance between them, but a hand on his stomach stopped him.
"Uppercrust, the fuck is that?" Max gestured down to Bradley's dick, then pointed at the metal ring that went through his tip.
"Oh, yeah- I honestly forget about it sometimes. I can't have any visible piercings, but since people don't usually see me naked..." Brad trailed off, looking back up to meet Max's eyes.
"Mmh." The lack of a verbal response was worrying, which prompted Bradley to open his mouth again, only to be stopped by Max kissing him again fiercely. The two stumbled over to the edge of the bed, bodies moving sinuously against each other, their mingled moans and gasps echoing slightly through the room. Max broke away from the kiss, running his lips down Brad's chest, across his stomach, and to the base of his cock, where he placed a sickeningly sweet kiss.
"Bradley, baby, can I?" A frantic nod of approval was gifted to him, urging Max to continue. With that, he licked a sweet trail from base to tip, repeating the movement a few times before taking the head of Brad's dick into his mouth, lapping up the precum that dripped from the hole. His tongue swirled circles around the tip, toying with the piercing ring, and when he brought one hand up to cup his balls, Bradley thought he might fall over. Slowly, Max began to move his mouth up and down Brad's length, his cheeks hollowed out. The metal ball of Max's tongue piercing dragged sensuously along delicate skin, and when he bottomed out, latching his lips onto the base of Brad's cock, his snake bites pressed deliciously into his skin. In the midst of Max's ministrations, Bradley hadn't noticed the finger that pressed up against his asshole, gently rubbing circles around the tight hole. Only when Max removed his mouth to moisten a finger did it become clear what he intended to do. Keeping his mouth around the head of Bradley's cock, he began to slide his pointer finger past the ring of tight muscles of his ass, stopping when he felt resistance.
"Fuck, Max. I don't know how much longer I can stay standing here." Max glanced up, removing his mouth from Brad's crotch, but keeping his finger where it was, gently pumping in and out.
"What's that, Uppercrust?
(Continue perhaps???)
Max and Bradley lay together in bed, side by side, panting deeply, sucking in the sultry air. Bradley found himself gazing at the worn, discolored ceiling of the Gamma Mu Mu house, trying to make sense of what had happened the last couple of hours. Every time he began to let his mind wander back to the past couple of hours, he felt his face get warmer, overcome with a feeling of bashfulness he had never felt in his almost twenty-one years of being alive. After all, those “memories” were nothing more than hazy glimpses of him and Max in a lustful frenzy. He shook his head to try to rid his mind of those images, and turned only his head to look at Max. He found him lying sound asleep next to him with a face overcome with a look of absolute peacefulness. Bradley couldn't help but smile, finding this to be an entirely new side of Max he had never seen. Max usually had a saturnine appearance, his eyes narrow and done up with some sort of eyeliner, always slightly obscured with his unruly, curly bangs that draped slightly over his eyes. This, combined with his clothing style, and the various facial piercings that Max had, often made people assume he was an unapproachable, truculent, delinquent. In reality, Max was a docile, rule-abiding, good Samaritan. Sure, there were plenty of times when he was an asshole. A sarcastic, and at times, waggish asshole. As Bradley laid there staring at Max's face, a phone began to ring from somewhere in the room. Max didn't wake up, and Bradley couldn't begin to imagine breaking this serenity by getting up to hunt for the phone. After a few more seconds, the phone stopped ringing and all remained was the stillness and quietness of the room.
Then, the phone began to ring again, once again piercing, the stillness of the room. Bradley rolled his eyes, deciding that this call must have been of some importance, and therefore he'd have to get up and ruin this moment. Finally, he kicked off the sheets and began wandering around the room, searching for the source. He found the phone tucked away in Max's pants that had been strewed around the room during the events of last night, and quickly grabbed it to check the caller ID. To his surprise, there was no name on the screen, only a phone number with an area code local to the area. Staring at the screen with a feeling of slight confusion, he decided he'd have to wake up Max and let him know. All of a sudden, a hand reached from behind him and snatched the phone out of his hand, startling Bradley enough to warrant him to jump. “Jesus fucking Christ, Max. You almost scared the shit out of me,” he sighed, grasping at his chest, “Fuck, man, at least let me know if you're up.” Bradley turned and looked at Max, who stood there looking at his phone, his already thin eyes squinting at the bright screen of his phone. Without looking up from his phone, he said in a monotone, yet singsongy voice,
“Shoulda been paying more attention, Uppercunt.” Before Bradley even had the chance to respond, Max put the phone up to his ear and looked at Bradley. He shot him the stupid shit eating grin of his, before whoever Max was calling answered the phone. The person on the phone must have said something to upset Max, as his grin quickly dropped, and his face falling back into his resting bitch face. He quickly darted his eyes away from Bradley, and harshly demanded into the phone, “The fuck do you want?” Pause. Max's face grew even more irritated. “Are you serious? I've been gone for two fucking days, and you couldn't give three shits to call and see if I'm alive. Maybe I died of a coke overdose in some dingy ass crack house. Maybe I was lying in a pool of my blood in some rank ass motel after some crackhead sliced me up for some cash. Would you care? Of course not. But God forbid you run out of your fucking beer, and suddenly, it's all 'Where the hell are you, Max?' Suck a dick, asshole. Don't call my phone again, or I'll make sure your entire family finds out you're an alcoholic piece of shit who chucks beer bottles at his son. And you'll be lucky if that's all I tell them.” He hung up the phone, and stood there for a moment, unmoving. He rubbed his eyes and took a big sigh and said nothing when Bradley broke the silence.
“Yeesh… that was your dad, I'm uh… assuming?” he said to Max. “Do ya need to leave or somethin' like that? I know you think I have a literal hole where my heart should be, but I won't be that much of an asshole and make you feel like shit for family stuff.” Bradley said to Max. Max looked up at him, and gave him that stupid grin of his, lopsided yet sensual. It managed to be so flirtatious, screaming without words to the world that he was begging to be fucked. Max, in response, said nothing, yet walked towards Bradley. He grabbed at Bradley's waist, pulling him into something like an embrace, and rested his head on his shoulder. Max tilted his head into Bradley's ear and whispered,
“Why the hell would I leave when you're still here? The fact you didn't duck out when I fell asleep means you must be expecting round two, no? And hey, that sounds much more fun than going round to my ol' pops' house to get shit thrown at my head. So, what do ya say, Uppercunt, hm? Up for round two?” Max pulled himself back just enough to see Bradley's face, but he still had his arms draped over Bradley's shoulders, free to move about and caress his upper back and neck.