Max + Bradley = Maxley (The Fault in Our Goofiness)

Max x Bradley

Bradley groaned as he shamelessly fisted his cock to the thought of Max's face. He furrowed his brows and closed his eyes as he thought about Max on his skateboard. Bradley could feel the skateboard flipping in his stomach, and it was more than enough to send him over.

He had to clean up the mess on his bathroom floor, using copious amounts of toilet paper to hide his dark secret. Bradley sighed as he deeply contemplated his reflection in the mirror. He fluffed up his hair and adjusted his shirt, I'm not good enough for him, Bradley thought. Ever since he had met Max, his mind and body yearned for him. He had distracted himself with the heaps of women that threw themselves at him, but nothing compared to the imagining of Max's soft touch. Just thinking about it almost made Bradley cum again. He smashed his hands down onto the sink, having it almost crack under pressure. He couldn't let this new kid distract him. He was the leader of Gamma Mu Mu, the best fraternity on campus, he had a standard to uphold.

"Hey Bradley, come down here!" Tank's booming voice traveled across the halls of Gamma Mu Mu's house. After one last gaze at himself, he traveled down the stairs.

He came down leisurely, it was probably some incompetent freshie who thought they had a shot at joining Gamma Mu Mu's ranks. His heart stopped when he came to the bottom of the grand staircase. It was Max. There were evident tears in his eyes, and it took the control of every muscle to not rush to him. What had made him so upset?

"Max, what are you doing here?" Bradley attempted to come off nonchalant, but when he looked up and saw Max's tear filled eyes, he couldn't help but sigh of helplessness.

"Um-" Max's voice broke as he tried to get the words out, "Can I talk to you?" Bradley lightly blushed at the thought that Max had gone to him for comfort, he had to suppress the tent that was rising in his pants.

"Yeah, of course. Tank, go ahead and resume your Gamma Mu Mu duties. I'll be there soon."

Tank may have given Bradley a side eye, but he wouldn't have noticed. He was too focused on Max's neck. There were red and purple marks, and Bradley would be lying if he said it didn't make him boil with jealousy. It was college, these kinds of things were natural, but yet the envy of whoever had given him those marks remained.

Bradley took him to his office, where all Gamma Mu Mu matters were meant to be discussed and sorted out. Books lined the walls of the whole room, and Max couldn't help but marvel at the grandeurs of it.

"What's wrong Max?" Max was suddenly brought back to reality and the present situation.

"Uh... well I don't wanna get into it too much, but let's just say the people I called my friends are lying backstabbers." He looked ahead of Bradley through the window behind him. Tears were beginning to form in his beautiful round eyes. Bradley rushed over beside Max, desperately wanting to comfort him.

"Hey, screw them! If they don't understand the amazing person right in front of them, that's their loss." Max smiled, unused to such flattering language.

"Oh come on Bradley, I'm not all that." Bradley's dick excitedly hopped up at the mention of his name from Max's lips.

"You really are." Impulsively, Bradley cupped Max's face in his hands and kissed him. It was sloppy, needy, unlike any kiss he had ever given before. He was normally so well kept and composed, but Max had him acting like a feral dog.

The second he realized what he was doing he pulled away.

"Oh my god, Max I'm so sorry I-" He was quickly cut off by Max, who reciprocated Bradley's previous kiss. His lips were soft, which contrasted with the roughness in which he was kissing Bradley now. Bradley felt like it was another one of his wet dreams, he couldn't believe this was real. They were running out of breath, coming apart quickly only to come back together with twice the force.

Bradley quickly began to suck on Max's neck, trying to make a hickey that would stay for weeks. Max was his, and he needed everyone at Gamma Mu Mu to know it. Max groaned as Bradley applied more and more pressure onto his neck, and he couldn't help but smirk at his forwardness. Max took Bradley, and threw him onto the couch in the office.

"Take off your pants."

"What?" Never before had Bradley been ordered to do something. He loved it. Bradley quickly did as instructed and lay down on the cushions for Max to conquer. Max quickly unzipped his pants as he climbed on top of Bradley. He lazily french kissed while he started playing with Bradley's balls. Involuntary whines and moans escaped from Bradley lips, sounds that had never before been made because of his encounters with a woman.

He was in absolute heaven. He kept clinging onto Max's body, begging for more from him. That's when Max flipped him over. Before he knew it he felt a ginormous, throbbing member enter him from the back. He had never felt such a sensation before. All he could do was pant and groan as Max thrust himself inside of Bradley.

"You're so tight." Max grunted in between thrusts. Bradley couldn't put together a response, only a string of indecent noises. Max chuckled, "You're such a good little dog aren't you?" This time Bradley spoke,

"Cum...inside of me...please." Those were all the words Max needed to do just that.

The warm liquid inside of Bradley was freeing. He felt as if it completed a broken part of his soul, filling him up like a donut at a bakery. Max was quick to put back on his pants.

"You were so good for me Brad. You deserve a special treat." Bradley raised an eyebrow as he sat up, unsure what Max meant. He soon figured out however once he felt Max's plump, soft lips on his cock. He didn't have to close his eyes to imagine him anymore, Max was real. He was right there. Bradley grabbed onto some of Max's hair, wanting to ensure he was real and not just made up in his mind. Soft gasps came out of Bradley as Max moved his tongue around his dick. He couldn't get enough of him. Bradley was quick to finish, too quick, but he didn't care. Max had just sucked Bradley's dick. That image would stay in his mind for the rest of time.

Bradley put on his clothes while Max looked around at the books on the walls.

"Are any of these books real?" Bradley chuckled,

"Nope. They're fake. Just like the whole of Gamma Mu Mu is, I'm just some sick joke to everyone nowadays." Bradley put his head down. Max was quick to lift it up,

"Hey. You're not a joke. To anyone. And what we have here, it's real, Bradley." Max knelt down next to him, "I've never felt this amazing before. Seriously. And I don't want it to stop."

Bradley grinned from ear to ear.

"Wanna get some coffee?"

"I'd love to."