Calls past midnight

Y2K Crash - File Corrupted featuring MaxNat

"Hey Max why are you calling me so early? Hahaha! Well I mean you are an early riser, but still, what do you need?" P'Aof said laughing after picking up the phone call.

P'Aof never slept so Max knew he'd be up even if the phone call was at 5 in the morning.

"Phi you know that in-store that I said would be troublesome? If they still want me, book it. I know it's today but book it. I'll be there."

"Uhhh I'll see what I can do." P'Aof questioned "You sure about this?"

"Never been more sure. I'll be there. Thanks Phi." Max said and hung up.

Then Max opened up the Line app and sent out a message. "Listen Nong, I can't make it tonight. I've got an event to go to. Sorry. Work calls. Take care of yourself today."

There he wasn't lying. Even the event was last minute. But Max had to do something. Anything.

Last night he screwed up. He didn't know how to even fix how royally he screwed up. He ran a hand through his bed hair and over his face letting out a sigh. The weight on his chest crushing him.

It wasn't even just a line Max crossed, he jumped over the whole football pitch. All it took was one call and he broke his years of keeping his Nong at bay.

It wasn't like Max didn't know Nat would try something. All of DoMunDi was aware of the crush Nong had developed on Max. They made sure not to tease sensitive Nat about it, but Max always was the butt of jokes. It was clear among the DMD crew: make all the laughs you wanted at Max's expense, just don't fuck around with Nat's feelings.

It was fine, Max could take all the teasing. But knowing his Nong liked him was a heavy weight to carry. It wasn't that Max didn't love Nat back. How couldn't he? Whoever met Nat fell in love with him instantly. Max wasn't made of stone, four years together and he was putty in Nat's hands. But he had to have resolve and he was prepared for the day Nat ever confessed, he'd find the right words to turn him down.

He'd rehearsed a lot of phrases. "We're too different of people." "I'm not in the right social position for you." "It's bad for our careers." Or the classic easy out "Look I'm 9 years older."

He'd thought of all that while he got to see Zee get everything he wanted with NuNew. 10 years age difference, public eye acceptance, it was a Cinderella story for Zee and NuNew. But Max wasn't Prince Charming and Nat wasn't Cinderella. The Benz SUV he drove, the high school abroad education, the extremely prestigious college, the Minburi mansion. Nat was Prince Charming and Max would never allow himself to be Cinderella.

This was fine. Max had lived this long without having Nat be his boyfriend, he'd be okay living his whole life without it. He still got to see Nat everyday, enjoy his smiles, occasionally kiss him and care for him. That was what mattered, Max told himself. It was better this way.

So what in the fuck was he saying last night begging to suck his Nong's cock?

Each time he used that fantasy for his completion it was accompanied by guilt and failure. But just because his Nat had a problem Max had to hurry to fix it. Then lust filled by Nat's soft cries made him to say his deepest wants. He should have kept his cock in his pants like he always fucking did.

Yet again he was a fuck up.

Now he just needed some time. They could fix this, they could still go back. He hadn't put his hands on Nat. They were safe.

So instead Max tried to get a small amount more sleep and then dress up to go to a health store and hawk protein powder. Saccharine sweet chocolate flavored protein powder. He'd tried it once and it was repulsive. But he was going to swallow all of it tonight and answer all the annoying questions about his workouts and body changes.