August 25 / Secrets / possible xyz / Closed

[andou]

Characters: Sax
Time: Around 7
Location: Room 30C

Class had been especially painful today. His blue eyes glanced up at the clock every few seconds, silently begging for the hands to move faster. Max was waiting for him back in the dorm room, and Sora could not wait to get back to him. They had had an active morning, where Sora had pretty much teased the fuck out of the younger boy, and left him for class.

He smirked, replaying the memory in his mind. "Are we done here?" He growled under his breath, leaning against the huge mirror in the choreography room. His dance partner shot him a dirty look, which he just stuck his tongue out.

"What? Is there something you'd rather be doing?" She hissed quietly in his direction.

"My boyfriend." He shot right back, crossing his arms like a pouting baby. His foot tapped impatiently against the hard wood floor. Sixty seconds. That was all it was standing between him and Max now. The blonde glared at the clock, hoping to scare it into going faster.

The bell rang, and Sora practically sprinted toward the door. He only had one thing on his mind -- Max -- like usual. Once he reached the door, someone pulled on his wrist spinning him around. His dance partner. "Kurumi... what do you want?" She glowered at him, spitting this whole lecture that because his mind was elsewhere today, the least he could do was walk her to her next class. Rolling his eyes, he agreed.

Kurumi wasn't that bad, she didn't constantly hit on him. She was normal. "Sora, you have a stuff on your face, right here." She pointed to her lower lip.

His tongue darted out to get it off, "Did I get it?" She shook her head no, rolling her eyes. He repeated the action, "How about now?" She shook her head again. The older boy sighed, leaning down to the girl's level, "Just get it for me." The teal girl arched upward wiping at his face.

"There. It's gone." She smiled, opening the door to her next class, "Go to your boyfriend, he's waiting for you." She winked at him before disappearing into the classroom.

The second she was out of sight, Sora turned and walked quickly toward the dorms. He skilfully maneuvered himself through the crowd and made it back to the dorm in no time. Pulling out his key, the blonde opened the door, "Maxxxiiee I'm hoooommmeeee." his signature greeting.

[Max]

He had made a mistake, that much was obvious, in going to look for the blonde boy around the time that his class would be ending, but Max wasn't able to handle it anymore. 'It' having a double meaning for the brunette. Looking at it from one direction, the word meant that he wasn't able to sit alone in his dorm room and do nothing for an hour -- nothing being exactly what Sora had told him to do --, but, looking at it from the other direction, the word meant 'it,' as in the raging hard on the actor was sporting.

The brunette boy didn't have enough self-preservation to lie there half naked on Sora's bed with his pants unbuckled and merely wait for his boyfriend to return. Nope. He had lasted about ten minutes in all actuality, Sora's pillow held firmly to his face to give his hands something to do, before he had to flee.

Wrenching his jeans over himself, fumbling a bit with the button, and tugging one of his -- Sora's? Their stuff was beginning to mix together , not that either of them really minded -- hoodies over his bare shoulders, Max stalked from the room, the slamming noise that followed him giving way to how frustrated he really was.

He had considered -- briefly -- going to bug Asuka wherever she was, then laughed quietly to himself, eyes cast down to the floor. Going to see his best friend in the state that he was in was not a good idea in any way, shape or form. She would either laugh at him, call him 'sick,' or refuse his company, or an amusing combination of all three.

Whatever. Max was fine with roaming the halls for a while, heading back when he knew Sora would be on his way back, as well.

That was the mistake. Max rounded a corner, looking up when he heard voices and stopping dead in his tracks. He recognized the person before him anywhere, but would have much rather it been someone else that his gaze was now locked on to about one hundred meters down the blue hallway.

Sora leaned forward, no doubt sticking his face in the blue-haired girl's. Said girl moved toward him, and Max felt like he was going to vomit. His stomach dropped and his heart leapt free from his throat and he had an ocean in his ears, the rushing sound blocking everything out.

He turned on his heel, making his way quickly back to their dorm room, bile snaking up his esophagus with every step. Max had spent the first week or so at this school teaching himself the quickest ways back to his room from any given Point A. That knowledge came in handy when he was trying to beat his -- he swallowed hard -- boyfriend back to the room they shared.

The brunette kicked the door open, sending the inside handle flying in to the wall behind it. His foot ached afterwards, but Max ignored it, throwing himself down in to his desk chair, breathing hard with tears poking at his eyes.

"Goddammit," Max hissed, making fists inside the front pocket of the hoodie, gripping at the fabric above his stomach. He looked down, noticing that it was -- in fact -- Sora's shirt that he had thrown on in a race to escape the blind fucking torture he was enduring not even half an hour ago.

Bringing a sleeve-encased hand out of his pocket, Max rubbed the moisture free from his eyes, droplets staining the grey of his hoodie an infintely darker color.

There was no rational explanation for this, not that Max could see, anyway. An hour ago -- a fucking hour ago --, Sora had been grinding his hips into the brunette and moaning his name, but now, the older boy was kissing blue-haired girls in the hallway. Sure, he liked Max, but up until then, Sora had been perfectly straight, and Max had no doubt in his mind that it would eventually come to something like this. Be it that Ayame girl that he had gotten the shit kicked out of him over, Kurumi -- his blue-haired dance partner --, or, fuck, even Hanako... Max didn't know who the culprit would be, but he did know they'd have girl parts where his boy parts sat.

A key was pushed in to the lock -- Max didn't even remember shutting the door -- and in walked Sora, all smiled and happy and fucking hot, but Max wanted to scream as the blonde greeted him, his voice sing-song-y and driving Max crazy.

The brunette held his fabric-swathed fists in his eyes, willing Sora away with everything he had. Max didn't want to look at him, not right then. His entire body hurt -- his heart and head getting the brunt ends of the pain -- and he knew in a matter of seconds, Sora would be at his side, pulling his hands away from his eyes and asking him what the fuck was going on, but in a much kinder, "I did nothing wrong, Maxxie" tone.

Max rarely threw the word around so carelessly, but while he sat there, completely able to feel Sora in the room with him, Max had never hated loving someone so much.

[andou]

Sora knew there was something wrong the second he walked in the room. Of course his blue eyes went straight to the bed, where he had left Max last, and blinked with confusion and disappointment. He was really looking forward to Max's promise and now the brunette wasn't even waiting for him. Where was his boyfriend? His eyes swept the room again and spotted him slumped over at his desk.

The blonde's first reaction was surprise, worry quickly setting in after it. Dropping his dance bag at his side, he kicked the door shut and hurried over to the distressed Max. He took a knee in front of the boy, spinning the chair to face him. "Hey, " He began in the most gentle voice he could muster up, his hands gently prying the boy's hands from his eyes. His hands cupped the brunette's face, "What's wrong?"

An uneasy knot had settled in the blonde's stomach. Something was definitely wrong with this situation. Max didn't just look upset, he looked... mad. Sora's mind started filling with crazy ideas. Maybe it was that Sakura girl from the mall, bugging him. It couldn't be Satsuki and his crew... Sora had put those two in the hospital, and there was no way their injuries had healed yet. Who else? Maybe Satsuki sent out his other lackeys to bug Max.

No matter how much he racked his mind for a reason for Max's behavior, he couldn't think of one reasonable thing that would have gotten Max this upset.

[Max]

The blonde was predictable. Not even a full minute after he had stepped in to the room, Sora was kneeling in front of him, tugging Max's hands from his eyes. He fought him for a moment, not ready to look at the concern and possible second-hand hurt on the older boy's face.

"Hey," Max dropped his hands to his lap, giving up the battle, his eyes red and still leaking. He didn't smile, the brunette didn't do anything but sit there. "What's wrong?" Sora's fingers brushed over his cheeks, catching stray tears and wetting Max's entire face.

Max sniffed, looking everywhere but at the blonde boy but not quite having the strength to knock Sora's arms away from him. That was the worst aspect of the entire situation for Max. Even though he was furious -- shaking and tearing himself apart on the inside --, Max couldn't pull away from Sora's touch. He managed to stop himself from leaning closer to the boy, though, he was thankful for that much.

The younger boy pawed at his face again, shoving one of Sora's hands away unintentionally. There was no way for Sora to know that that hadn't been Max's desire, however, so it worked to his advantage. He couldn't stand being touched by the boy in that moment, his entire body trembling now.

"What the fuck, Sora?" Max whined, closing his eyes and tilting his head down. A silent sob raked through the boy, leaving him shaking harder than he had been. A dangerous potion of anger, heartbreak and lust stirred somewhere deep in Max, bubbling up and out of his mouth before he had enough sense to shut himself up. "How could you do something like that? And why?"

Max slumped forward -- freeing himself of both Sora's gaze and touch --, elbows on his knees and head hanging in his hands. His body shook with barely-suppressed sobs as Max squeezed his eyes shut. "Why?!" he shouted, his voice cracking.

The brunette had no idea how to calm himself down, wishing and wishing that the one person that was even capable of calming him down would show up and take the place of the overly-concerned and obviously-hiding-something Sora in front of him.

[andou]

During the time that Sora was attempting to get his boyfriend to tell him what was wrong, he noticed that Max wasn't looking at him. The window, the wall, the desk, he was looking everywhere other than into his eyes. Max always spoke to him face to face. Always.

The knot in his stomach doubled in size.

The young blonde tried to desperately get the boy's attention. They had always had some sort of connection before. Max could always tell what he was going to do. So, how about now? Could Max hear Sora's silent begging? Look at me. He repeated and repeated, his thumbs desperately trying to convey the words he was thinking as he rubbed away every single tear that escaped the younger boy. Maxxie, please look at me.

The knot lurched up into Sora's throat as Max knocked away his hand. He drew it back to his chest quickly, as if the rejection physically burned him. Gently he brought his other hand away from the boy, his hands beginning to shake as much as Max was. "What the fuck, Sora?" Max's hurt filled question felt like a slap in Sora's face. The words stinging, as he flinched away from them.

So this was his fault some how. Max being so upset was his fault.

"How could you do something like that? And why?"

He didn't get it. An hour ago they were seconds away from having sex, then Sora went to dance, and then he came back. What had he done? A slew of emotions erupted in the boy as Max yelled at him one final time, demanding a reason for Sora's supposed crime. Anger, confusion, frustration and the most overpowering feeling, sadness. His heart had gone back to that horrible aching. Something he did was making Max cry.

He tried again, lifting Max's head with his hands, "What are you talking about?" The voice was firm and demanding, but leveled. He didn't want to raise his voice to Max. "What did I do, Maxxie? Because I have no fucking clue what you're talking about."

[Max]

The sobs kept coming, violently shaking the brunette boy. He hated this -- crying so hard about something like this -- but it hurt. It hurt badly. Max felt like a girl, overreacting about something that was probably trivial. He had expected it to happen sooner or later anyway, right? So why was he surprised now?

Because this was Sora. Sora Takahashi, whom Max had nearly hated upon first meeting. The boy that had shown up at his side when Max needed someone the most, he had protected Max from the people that would eventually end up killing him, and he had kissed him so hard that Max wasn't sure anything was real other than Sora anymore.

This was his Sora, but now the picture was warped into something unrecognizable. He had the same perfect blue eyes and shining blond hair, but something was... off. Max's world had shifted on it's axis, and everything he knew of the blonde boy was sent flying.

His hands, drawn away only a moment ago, found Max's face again, lifting his chin. Their eyes met as Sora spoke. Max only shook harder. "What are you talking about? What did I do, Maxxie? Because I have no fucking clue what you're talking about."

Max's breath caught in his throat. Oh. He folded his lips and looked downward once more, but made no attempts to pull away from Sora again. Even when Max was trying his hardest to be resentful, upset, something, he still wanted Sora's hands on him, holding him, touching him, anything, he would take anything he could get in that moment.

The brunette was a masochist, or, it seemed that way. With Sora holding his chin, Max felt a thousand times more at ease, but there was an awful tightness in his chest, screaming that he was too close and only going to leave soon. The same feeling he had had before his confession. I like you, Sora, you don't even know how much.

"I saw you," Max said, raising his eyes to meet the blonde's. It was a difficult task. He didn't want to see Sora hurt -- ever -- even if the blonde boy had brought it upon himself. "In the hallway, w-with Kurumi,"

He dropped his head again. Max had no desire to see the look on Sora's face. The older boy looked incredibly distressed, but why? Other than because Max was sad -- the two of them sharing emotions as often as they wore each others clothing --, Sora didn't have a reason to be troubled.

"You kissed her, I saw it happen," Max's voice was merely a sad whisper again, barely distinguishable between sobs. He tilted his head up, eyes locking with the blonde's for the second time. "Sora,"

There were only a few things that Max wanted in that moment. He wanted to throw his arms around Sora and never let him leave, he wanted some kind of rational explanation, and he wanted his heart to stop threatening him with jumping ship completely.

[andou]

The look in Max's eyes almost made him drop his grip. The normally happy and warm hazel gaze that Sora loved to see had been replaced with this bleak glare so filled with pain and betrayal that it hurt the blonde to look at. But he couldn't look away -- he wouldn't -- from Max. Not from the boy he loved.

The quick realization hit him harder than Max's glare. It hurt. Everything hurt. This wasn't what it was supposed to be like what you realized that you loved someone. You were supposed to be happy and want to instantly share your feelings with the person that you harbored the wonderful feelings to. Instead, Sora felt as if he was being suffocated. All of the tension in the air physically strangling him.

Love. Something he had never felt for anyone other than his little sister, and not even that compared to what he felt now. It wasn't fair. He had tried so hard to make Max happy, he loved him for christ's sake, and now they boy in his hands was crying -- sobbing even -- about something that he did to him. Sora loved Max, and right now Max wanted nothing to do with him, and he had no idea why. That is what hurt the most.

"I saw you...In the hallway, w-with Kurumi," The boy whispered, the hurting hazel eyes reaching his blue ones. Sora almost looked away again, struck by the intensity of the stare. AND? The blonde wanted to scream at the younger boy. What the hell does Kurumi have to do with this?

Max dropped his head and Sora had to restrain from shaking the boy. Fucking look at me damnit. Tears stung at the back of his eyes. None of this made any sense.

"You kissed her, I saw it happen." And that was it. The reason was out, numbing his entire body. His hands fell limply to his side. Kissed her? The blonde hung his head, and let his body take over.

A humorless laugh escaped the boy, and he couldn't stop. He stood up, clutching his abdomen. The older boy just kept laughing as if Max had told the funniest joke in the world. Because that is what this had to be. A fucking joke.

Sora took a breath and looked down at Max, a dark broken smile on his lips, "So I kissed her, huh?" What the hell was he doing? This isn't what he wanted to do. He wanted to disprove Max's statement, but a part of him just wanted to admit to the disgusting accusation. "Today. Me and Kurumi... we kissed? Is that what you saw? Ha!" His voice cracked a bit on the 'Ha'. Was he crying? No, no he couldn't be. There were no tears, not yet. They burned the back of his eyes like white-hot coals, screaming to be freed.

Sora ran his hands through his hair, pulling at it as he turned away from the boy. A few tears escaped then, but he wiped them quickly, trying to push away the breaking feeling that was filling his chest cavity. Max doubted him. Max didn't trust him, and it had to be because of Sora's rep. He couldn't blame him, if he had an ex-play boy as a boyfriend he might think he was kissing another girl. The blonde had just thought the brunette knew him better than that.

"I didn't fucking kiss Kurumi." His voice was low, but loud enough for the other boy to hear. "But what's my word to you right? You saw what you saw. It couldn't possibly be that Kurumi was getting something off of my face or anything. No, why would an ex-play boy be doing anything else than kissing other girls, when his boyfriend was waiting for him back at the dorm?"

[Max]

Sora's hands slipped away from Max, but Max couldn't tell if the feeling was real or he had imagined it. He felt like he was falling down some deep, dark tunnel that didn't have an end in sight. With the blonde's hands back at his side, Max felt nothing.

The horrible, gut-wrenching sadness had been pulled away with the tips of Sora's fingers, leaving him shaking, sobbing and... Max knew exactly what 'near-death' felt like... but this was far, far worse.

"So I kissed her, huh?" Max's head snapped up. Sora was trembling now, as well, looking down at him with a disgusting, terrible smile that looked for too familiar to Max for comfort. "Today. Me and Kurumi... we kissed? Is that what you saw? Ha!"

The younger boy said nothing, staring up at Sora with wide eyes. He had never seen Sora so... broken, hurt, not even when Takashi and Satsuki had showed up that night -- their first night together, fuck -- with more than malicious intent for not only Max, but Sora as well the second he had moved in front of the boy. Sora hadn't looked the least bit scared then, but now, with only Max in front of him, Sora seemed absolutely terrified.

"I didn't fucking kiss Kurumi." The blonde had turned away from him, hands plowing angrily through his hair. "But what's my word to you right? You saw what you saw? It couldn't possibly be that Kurumi was getting something off of my face or anything? No, why would an ex-play boy be doing anything else than kissing other girls, when his boyfriend was waiting for him back at the dorm?"

Max choked on another sob, crying harder now. He was so fucking stupid. The brunette had doubted Sora, stepped on and smashed the huge wall of trust they had around them like a force field. All of this, all of it, was Max's fault.

But Sora had a point. Dating him constantly put Max on the lookout. There were girls all over campus and, shit, even off campus that looked at Sora like he would soon be theirs, eyes raking over him and taking the images home for masturbation material. Max hated that, but he couldn't do or say anything to stop it. He was jealous, incredibly so, jealous of everyone that Sora had ever been with because Max wanted him to be his. Max belonged to Sora -- he had never met another person that he could say he would be alright belonging to, but Sora... -- and Sora knew that, or, Max thought he did.

Everything about Max was untouched -- not "everything" everything, but... enough -- and if Sora wasn't the first and only person to leave footprints in the snow, then Max never wanted anyone to.

The blonde boy didn't turn to him again, so Max stared at his back for a long moment. Turn around, Sora, please. But that wasn't working. They were both too... too frayed to hear one another.

"I jumped to conclusions," Max said, a second batch of tears spilling from his eyes. His voice was wavering between too loud and not lout enough, but he couldn't stand this... this fighting anymore. The words were tumbling out of him before Max realized he had even thought them. "I don't know how to do this. I've never had to fucking do this before and never thought I would have to and I'm scared to death, Sora, I'm so fucking scared. But it's you -- one of the only people I've ever cared about -- and I'm a useless prick that thinks horrible things without asking for an explanation and..."

The room was quiet again as Max caught his breath, sobbing and wiping the tears away so that he could see. Sora still wasn't looking at him, but that was okay for now. Max didn't know what he would do if he could see the blonde's expression in that moment.

"And I fucking love you! But I don't know what I'm doing and I'm screwing everything up." Max sounded like one of the women on those stupid dramas his adoptive mother watched -- whining and sobbing and pleading for their boyfriends to not leave. "I love you, Sora, so much that a fucking misunderstanding is tearing us apart and I can't --"

Words stopped flowing from him then, but he continued to cry, head hung and hands fisted in his hair, waiting for Sora to storm out on him or tell him to leave. Max couldn't bear it anymore. He loved Sora, so much, and with the blonde's back to him, Max felt like he was being pulled apart. Just look at me, please, Sora.

[andou]

This is what he got for sleeping with everything that offered themselves to him. This was karmas way of kicking his ass. Let him find someone that he truly loved, and then have his horrible reputation snatch it away from him. He had never thought he was ever going to care about someone like he cared about Max. If he had known he would have saved everything for him. Oh the things he would do to turn back time. He couldn't remember any of the people that he's slept with, not one. There was Max, and there could only ever be Max ever again.

The sounds of Max's cries almost broke his resolve, and he almost turned around. That couldn't happen. He couldn't cry in front of people, he hated to. Asuka was an exception. Sora couldn't hold back those tears. He had tried to hide them but... Asuka had seen them Asuka, Emi, and his mother. The only three people in the entire world who had ever seen tears escape the young boy. He didn't want to add Max to that list. He was supposed to be strong, if Max saw him now.... Sora had a feeling that the younger boy would only cry harder.

The blonde wiped at his tears angrily, willing them to disappear. The tears didn't make it past his cheeks, leaving his eyes rimmed with red. Is this it? He thought, whimpering. His hands turned into his fists as he waited for the worst. There was no way that Max was going to believe him. Who would? Whatever Max saw was clearly enough to make him doubt Sora's loyalty... why would he believe him now? Huffing, Sora tried to focus on the words Max was saying, expecting them. Please don't go.

"I jumped to conclusions. I don't know how to do this. I've never had to fucking do this before and never thought I would have to and I'm scared to death, Sora, I'm so fucking scared. But it's you -- one of the only people I've ever cared about -- and I'm a useless prick that thinks horrible things without asking for an explanation and..."

Stop it. He thought, not trusting his voice at the moment, You're not useless. Stop it. He cursed silently at his tears, wiping them again. His limbs ached to turn around and tell Max that it was okay. That it didn't matter. That all that mattered was that this didn't ruin their relationship, but he couldn't. He couldn't bring himself to turn around, his muscles refused to obey anything he told them to do.

"And I fucking love you! But I don't know what I'm doing and I'm screwing everything up." It was just like the time Max had first told him he liked him, but the feeling was a million times better. All of the aching had ceased leaving him buzzing and alive. You always beat me to the punch. he thought, the normal tone returning to his inner voice. Sora wanted to hear it again, as always. This time Sora didn't have to ask, "I love you, Sora, so much that a fucking misunderstanding is tearing us apart and I can't --"

The blonde stood, his back still turned just smiling. He ran his fists through his hair again, wiping away any stray tears. They were such idiots, thinking that this relationship could end so easily. He shook his head, turning back to the boy he loved and laughed lightly. "You idiot," taking one of Max's fists in his hand, he pulled the lighter boy out of the chair and into his chest, "You think that this could tear us apart?"

Being this close to Max, with all of these emotions built up, all he wanted to do was throw him back to the bed an show him how much he loved him. Thankfully... controlling himself wasn't something that Sora was good at. In one swift movement, they were back to the position that they were in an hour ago. The first thing he did was press his lips to Max's, parting his lips and winding his hands through his hair. I love you.

He pulled away to grin, "Did you really think I would waste all of those skills on some stupid girl?" He touched his nose to Max's and laughed, "Besides, I only kiss one person now." Sora bent down and pecked the younger boy's lips, "The boy I love."

[Max]

The blonde boy chuckled quietly, but Max didn't dare look up from the floor. He heard no footsteps, no opening or closing doors, nothing at all other than his own crying. "You idiot," A hand grabbed one of his and suddenly, Max was being yanked upward. He hit Sora's chest hard, instinctively wrapping his arms around Sora, crying harder than he was before. "You think that this could tear us apart?"

Max wasn't given the opportunity to respond. His feet left the floor and his back hit Sora's bed, the older boy on top of him again. Max wiped his sleeve across his eyes, trying in vain to rid himself of the tears once more.

Sora crashed his lips down on to Max's, his fingers running through the brunette's hair, gripping on to him and pulling himself closer. Max's lips parted under Sora's, the younger boy whining low in his throat, it eventually escaping as a breathless moan.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

His boyfriend pulled away, grinning at him, their noses touching and Sora laughing quietly. "Did you really think I would waste all of those skills on some stupid girl? Besides, I only kiss one person now." Sora pushed himself forward again, kissing Max for only a second, then pulling back again to add, "The boy I love."

The brunette stretched upwards, locking their lips together again. Max had so much he wanted to say to Sora, so much he needed to say to him, right then. He needed to apologize again -- because that whole mess could have been avoided if Max hadn't been such an insecure brat about everything --, he wanted to hear Sora say that he loved him one more time, he wanted to tell Sora he loved him over and over.

It was hot and Max could feel the flush growing across his face, but when he reached up to nudge Sora back, he stopped short, hands on his chest. Instead, he curled his fingers in against the blonde's shirt and dragged him down closer, telling himself that all of that could wait.

Max's hands unwound from the fabric and trailed down Sora's shirt. With the blonde's mouth still against his, Max licked into Sora's mouth, kissed him hard and deepened it almost immediately. His hands slid to Sora's sides again, nails barely scrapping against the dancer, and made their way to his hips, ducking under his shirt much like they had before.

Using the blonde as leverage, Max rolled his hips against Sora, biting down briefly on his boyfriend's bottom lip. He still had no idea what he was doing -- despite what Sora had said earlier -- but Max had nothing against his boyfriend teaching him.

[andou]

As it was well known, Sora didn't live in the past. The present was where he thrived, and right now in the present, he was on top of Max making out. Nothing else mattered. No previous feelings harbored in the young boy, the only feelings that stirred within Sora were desire, and pure happiness. It didn't matter that they had been fighting only two seconds ago, Sora knew that he hadn't done anything wrong and he had conditioned himself long ago to move on quickly, especially if there was sex involved.

Max made a move this time, pushing himself upward and kissing Sora. The blonde grinned against his lips, kissing his boyfriend. Every moment between the two of them screaming, 'I love you. I love you. I only want you. There's only you.'

Hands made their way onto Sora's shirt, and for a second, Sora actually believed they were going to push him away. Instead the hands twisted into his shirt, pulling him closer to the younger boy. A playful snarl escaped him as he felt Max's tongue enter his mouth. Well I'll be damned. Sora took this as an invitation and pressed his tongue against Max's, twisting and circling around each other.

Max had very active hands today. They explored his sides, and down to his hips where they sneaked up under his shirt, the boys fingers grazing against bare skin. He shivered, goosebumps spreading like wild fire, the natural tight feeling had taken over under his belt and Sora held in a groan.

The brunette's hips ground against his and Sora grunted, his lower lip snapping back into his mouth. The older boy, licked his lips and pressed his forehead to Max's, "You really like doing that don't you?" he smirked.

The blonde slid his hand down Max's side and kept his hand lingering over the patch of bare skin between bottom of Max's shirt and the waistband of his pants. His fingers slipped under the boy's jeans, dragging themselves to the center of the other boy where he quickly undid pesky buttons and zippers. Years of practice.

He let his head fall into the crook of Max's neck, a sense of dejavu rushing over him as he nipped at the younger boy's neck, his hips never ceasing to push against Max's. "Shall we continue where we left off?"

[Max]

The blonde licked his lips, leaning his forehead against Max's. The younger boy's breathing was heavy already, and with Sora's low whisper and smirk, Max was beginning to find it difficult to concentrate on breathing at all. "You really like doing that, don't you?" Sora asked, causing Max to shiver.

The younger boy pressed his lips quickly to Sora's again, licking at the lip he had bitten. "I love doing that," Max breathed, his eyes half-lidded against every ounce of desire he felt for the boy -- his boyfriend.

Sora's hand snaked down Max's side, fingers dipping under the top of Max's jeans right above the brunette's hipbone, dragging across his skin and lighting a fire in their wake. Max groaned softly as Sora fiddled with the buttons on his pants, shifting just enough to kick his shoes off and send them tumbling to the floor.

Without noticing the sound, Sora moved his head to Max's shoulder, his mouth against the brunette's neck, biting at him. The boy moaned again, something all to similar to Sora's name. "Shall we continue where we left off?"

His eyes finally closed completely, his head slamming back against the pillow and his bottom lip between his teeth to suppress another moan. It was getting embarrassing, the ability Sora had to cause these kinds of noises to erupt from Max so easily -- though, and he would never admit it, Sora's name had slipped free from Max's mouth as a groan once or twice even before the younger boy had mentioned liking him.

"Don't --" Max's breath caught, Sora practically stroking him through his jeans -- which felt too tight, the fabric straining against him. It was only when found his voice again that Max finished what he had started to say before, "Don't tease me again, Sora."

One of the brunette's hands reacheed up, tangling his fingers in Sora's hair to yank him over for another kiss. It was hard and it was sloppy but Max so desperate for more that he was not even close to focused on the way his mouth moved.

The younger boy wanted his boyfriend closer, wanted there to be less fabric between them, wanted so much. With his eyes still closed and lips moving against Sora's, Max pressed himself against Sora again, moaning in to the blonde's mouth. He had no idea how far this was going to go, but Max wanted Sora, in every sense of the word.

[andou]

Teasing the younger boy had become one of Sora's favorite things to do. From his facial expressions to the noises he made -- Christ, those noises -- Sora just couldn't get enough. He would tease him into eternity if he could.

The blonde continued to kiss along Max's neck, up to his mouth but hovered right over the lips, breathing heavily. Max was holding it in, his eyes screwed shut and his lip pressed behind his teeth, it all just so hot. His pants grew tighter and tighter every second as he rocked his hips against the boy's, and it was getting a little uncomfortable. He leaned on his elbow for support while his other hand made it's way to his dance shorts, pulling them down and kicking them off.

"Don't --Don't tease me again, Sora." The boy practically begged, pulling him in for a sloppy lust filled kiss. Sora groaned into the boy as Max bucked his lower body upward into his.

If it was anyone else, Sora would have just taken that as a yes and moved on... but this was Max, and he didn't want to take any chances. He hooked a finger into one of Max's belt loops, and gave it a little tug. Pulling away from the boy, he asked between pants, "Are you sure you're ready?" The question was gentle. He didn't want to take it from Max, he wanted Max to offer it. Taking would mean he was no different than Satuski. Ick. The very name left a sour taste in his mouth. "Maxxie, I can wait -- I mean I don't want to -- but I could. For you."

[Max]

The blonde shifted above him, tugging off and tossing his shorts to the floor. Max gasped when Sora pressed himself down on him once more, eyes still closed tightly. Even though Max really had nothing to compare it to -- other than a sloppy blowjob given to him when he was fourteen -- he was already more than prepared to say that the feeling of Sora rubbing against him was the most amazing feeling the growing bulge in his jeans had ever felt. Fuck.

Sora was panting as he spoke, his hands pulling at Max. "Are you sure you're ready?" he asked. The brunette's eyes opened slowly, looking directly into his boyfriend's eyes. "Maxxie, I can wait -- I mean I don't want to -- but I could. For you."

Max grinned a cooked, almost cocky grin. Sora didn't want to wait, and unbeknownst to him, neither did Max. He had been ready to hand everything over to Sora an hour ago, and, even after their misunderstanding, the younger boy still couldn't think of anything that he wanted more.

The hand that had been tangled in Sora's hair released its grip, traveling down to the back of the blonde's neck, fingers moving in negligent circles. With a gentle shove, Max brought Sora's mouth against his, their lips barely touching. "I'm ready,"

[andou]

WARNING: FROM THIS POINT ON... XYZ IS COMMENCING. DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER IF YOU DON'T WANT TO PART TAKE IN THE BL ADVENTURE.

To Sora's surprise, Max grinned at his question. As if he had asked the boy something funny. The older boy blinked incredulously at the smirking boy, trying to understand what was so funny? Wasn't it natural to be nervous your first time? To have second thoughts? To be honest... Sora didn't really remember his first time. He remembered that he was 14 when it happened, but no one actually came to mind.

In the midst of his stupor, Max's hands had found their way to his neck. The circles sent another shiver down his spine and his whole body tingled. Fuck fuck fuck. He thought, closing his eyes. Max pulled him in for another quick kiss, causing Sora's inside to ache with desire. He wanted him so bad. More than anything he had ever wanted. Lust burned as it traveled through his veins, his blue eyes smoldering as he heard what he wanted to hear, "I'm ready."

Don't jump him His coherent side scolded, as he gently tugged the pants off of the other boy, "Okay." He whispered back, they're lips brushing as he did so. The boy pulled on his elastic waistband, freeing himself. WIth out the restriction, he felt so much better -- Max, felt so much better.

Kicking off his shoes, Sora ground himself against Max slowly. The fabric between them was so thin, he could feel Max right there but... He wanted the other boy to free himself. The brunette might have given him the okay, but Sora had to make completely sure. The arm that had steadied him, took a fist full of sheet as he continued to grind on the other boy. "Maxxie," he moaned, biting his lip hard.