Sam and max stories

Only you (15+)

(WARNING: this chapter will have adult themes (nothing too explicit but still don't read if you're under 15))

Sam was alone in the office, feeling tense.

He was playing with a Rubix cube to try and distract himself from the fact that Max was out with another guy for the Second time this week.

Needless to say, he was unsuccessful.

He sighed. It was just human, or I guess, animal nature. Rabbits have these periods of time every few months where they need to get busy a LOT in order to satisfy their instincts.

And that's what Max had been doin. Every few months Max would go out once or twice a week to be a playboy bunny, and Sam had the office to himself.

Sam giggles a bit to himself, and thanks whatever deity watched over this plane of existence that max didn't like girls. They most certainly didn't need illegitimate rabbity-thing kids all over New York.

But for some reason Sam didn't understand, he always felt sad whenever Max went out to get his business taken care of.

Well, that was a lie, he knew exactly why he was sad. He was lonely and jealous that Max was spending time with so many other guys.

Of course, it's not like he didn't see this coming, Sam wasn't his partner (although he wished he was) and "riding it solo" just didn't cut it anymore for max.

The one time max had very shyly asked if Sam could help him take care of business, Sam had gay panicked hardcore and angrily said he would never consider sleeping with him ever.

Max might be very morally questionable at times, but at least he knows how to take no for an answer.

So he had apologized for even suggesting the idea and ran out embarrassed, later messaging Sam that he'd be home late.

Sam was left to wallow in his own regret.

Later that night Max had come home with his fur all pink and disheveled, giggling like an idiot, and collapsed on Sam's lap, gushing about how wonderful his one-off play partner was before Sam immediately told him to have a cold shower.

So, ever since then, they'd come to an agreement. Max would follow this same routine, going out once or twice a week every few months to fool around with some new swain, leaving Sam on his own to do paperwork or practice banjo or whatever.

Sam sighs. It wasn't perfect, but, since he blew his chances of ever having max for himself, he supposed whatever made max happy made him happy.

Even though he was the opposite of happy inside...

The door suddenly opened.

"Hey! I'm back."

Think of the devil and he doth appear.

Max walks in, fur disheveled as usual. "Anything interesting happen while I was gone?"

Sam shakes his head. "Nope, just the usual..." he said with a little smile.

Max flops down on the couch. "Aw man, that guy was crazy!" Sam giggles a bit. "Was he the best one you've had yet?" Max shakes his head. "Not quite, but close." Sam smiled. "Good for you." he said, the slightest hint of vinegar in his voice, setting down his cube.

Max noticed he sounded a bit off. "Hey Sam, are you ok?" Sam looks up at him, smiling. "Oh yeah, I'm fine!" Max gets off the couch. "Are you sure? You seem kind of upset..?"

Sam looks away, closing his eyes. "Now what would I have to be upset about?"

Max looks down, thinking for a moment. Why would Sam be upset...? Then he realizes, his ears perking a bit.