Oxytocin

The ugly truth pt.2

Tyler's POV:

I ran out of Andrew's apartment and called Max back. 

"What do you want?" I asked impatiently. 

"Do you remember last time," he said and I could hear the shyness in his voice. "In the t-the locker room?"

"You mean when you kissed me?" I asked teasingly. 

"Yeah, that," he choked out.

"What about it?"

"Well, I umm," he mumbled. "How do I say this? Umm, what I mean is, I- I wanna do it again."

"W-what," I gasped trying to digest what he said. 

"I wanna kiss you," he blurted out again. "Could you come over?"

"S-sure," I stuttered. "Wha-"

"Great. Be here in 30 minutes," he interrupted and hung up the phone. 

I froze. Did he just ask me to go to his house, to kiss him? I rushed back into the house. I got to Andrew's room and opened the door. 

"I have to go," I quickly mumbled barely even paying attention to them. 

"Everything okay?" I heard Andrew ask as I scrambled to get my things together.

"Yeah," I replied and headed for the door. I took a deep breath, cooking up a lie in my mind. "Mom just wants me home." 

I rushed out the door and the apartment. The moment I left the lobby, the cold winter air hit me and I realized my hoodie was still in Andrew's room. It was too late to turn back, so I made my way to Max's house. As luck would have it, the minute I started walking over, it started raining.

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Max's POV:

I heard the doorbell ring and practically ran to answer it. I got to the door and froze. Was I really about to do this? what about Sasha? I shakily opened the door to see Tyler standing there drenched in rainwater. I gulped and blushed at the sight of his lean upper body and light brown skin, both hidden and visible by the wetness of his white T-shirt. He ran his fingers through his hair, pushing it back. I could feel butterflies rushing in my stomach as I watched his chest rise and fall with every heavy breath he took.

"Are your parents home?" he asked out of breath. 

"No," I replied walking into the house. "Come in."

"You know," he choked out, waiting in the doorway. "You could say no."

"Why would I?" I asked nerves building up inside me. "C'mon we're wasting time."

"Are you in a rush?" he asked following me into the house. "Cause if there's something you need to do, I could come back another time."

"No," I said rushing him into my room. He closed the door behind us and awkwardly leaned against it. I stood awkwardly in front of him, feeling my pants get tighter around my crotch. "I just need as much time as possible."

"For what?" he asked and I couldn't tell if he was irritated or excited but I could see his member was, despite the coldness of his pants. 

"You," I admitted and stepped closer to him and he flinched. I hesitantly brought my hand up to his cheek. As I rubbed his soft, miraculously acne-free skin, my eyes drifted between his eyes and lips. Then I couldn't see his eyes anymore. I watched as he licked his soft lips, and flinched slightly as he rested his arms on my shoulders, using his fingers to play with my hair. I lightly grazed my thumb over his bottom lip, moving my other hand to his waist. "All of you."

He looked slightly stunned. He shuffled closer to me and stroked my cheek.

"Max," he said, still looking unsure. "You don't know what you're doing to me. If you're not ready we don't have t-"

I pressed my lips against his, cutting his sentence short. 

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Tyler's POV:

I kissed him back, pulling him into me like I would never have enough of him. I liked this feeling, he'd chosen me over Sasha. Or had he? 

I pulled away and the hand on my waist drifted under my wet shirt. He moved his hand that was on my cheek, rubbing my neck, and used both his hands to peel the shirt off my body. I obediently lifted my arms up and watched as his eyes glued onto my body. He threw my shirt onto the ground and tore his own off,  his eyes staying glued to my torso. My doubts in his intentions floated away as a smile floated on his lips and he leaned back into me. My hands immediately dropped back onto his shoulders and my fingers tangled in his hair. His hand was back on my waist, the other rested on the back of my neck, his lips on mine. He eagerly pressed his body onto mine, guiding me to the wall. The bulge in his pants robbed against the bulge in mine.

He took the hand that was on my waist and used it to unbutton my pants. I felt my member twitch as he reached his hand into my boxers, wrapping his hand around it. I gasped as he slowly moved his hand up and down building a pace. The faster he went the tighter I clenched his hair, pulling his lips into mine, moaning against them. I could feel my climax coming. My head flew back and his lips quickly attacked my neck, his hand moving even faster on my dick. 

"Max," I moaned, feeling my legs begin to shake. "You're gonna make me... you're gonna... fuck I'm-"

Too late. I groaned as I felt the release of my cum splurting on his stomach. He giggled and pulled my head so my eyes were in line with his. He smiled and unbuttoned his pants. I watched them fall to the floor and noticed something pink next to them. Looking at it closer, I realised it was a pink lace bra. I froze in shock, my eyes glued on it.

"What is that?" I said even though we both clearly knew what it was.

"What do you-," he said following my gaze. He went pale and looked back at me. "Tyler I-"

"Max what the fuck is that?" I asked again and I felt tears streaming down my cheeks.

"Tyler I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean- Sasha just-"

"I'm done," I said and buttoned my pants up. I picked my shirt up off the floor and turned to open the door. 

"Tyler," Max pleaded, grabbing my wrist. "I can explain. I-I want you."

"REALLY?!" I yelled back pulling my arm free from his grasp. I watched as a tear rolled down his cheek. "GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER FIGURE OUT WHAT YOU WANT! BECAUSE THIS?-" I picked up the bra. "-THIS BULLSHIT?! IS NOT WHAT I WANT!" 

I threw the bra in his face and ran out of the apartment crying. Of course the rain had stopped, so I waited for my clothes to dry and, once my pants and shirt were dry enough that the water wasn't noticable, I walked back to Andrew's house. I got to his building and wiped my face, trying not to look like I was just crying. I got to the front door and, noticing it was unlocked, walked into the house.

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A/N

Yep <3