Could It Be Us? | Maxley |

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CHAPTER 8

Bradley

I invited Max to the party the other Gamma's were at. I was having fun, so why let it stop now? He offered to cradle me into the party when I mentioned my stumbling, which I shut down with a quick no. He was just kidding anyway, no need to embarrass myself by accepting such offer.

"Tank said he wants to hangout for a bit during the party, so do you want to meet up afterwards? Just the two of us?"

He looped his arm around my shoulder. "Sure, darling. I guess I could rearrange my schedule." He acted as if he was drunk already.

"Oh shut it," I laughed. Max made me feel different, like there wasn't someone I had to be. It felt good, really good. Still, deep down, I knew there had to be an end to our fun.

The both of us walked in together. Bobby hurriedly pushed through the crowd. P.J was next to him. "Give me my twenty bucks," Bobby giggled evilly.

"Damn it," P.J muttered, although it was still audible. "When did this happen, and you better tell me because I'm out twenty bucks."

Max eyed me. "Yesterday," he replied.

Bobby and P.J looked at each other. "Don't even tell me what happened while we were away." I was red, definitely.

I leaned into Max's ear. "I'll see you later."

Max leaned in further, "don't let me make the mistake of getting too drunk to remember you sucking my dick, you know, as my returned favor." Max Goof had lost all of his pride. I was making him lose all of his pride, and it felt damn good. 

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Tank and I were talking in one of the rooms upstairs. A couple of our friends were there also, but they were too deep in their conversations to hear ours. Just a foot or two away was a couple shoving their tongues down each others throat. Gross. "I saw you and Max walk in together. Care to explain that, baby?" He didn't look disgusted, so I had hope. 

A flash of me holding his head down on my dick disappeared as soon as it appeared. "Tank, it's complicated."

"Let me guess," he paused. "You got his number, flirted with him, he sent you pictures, you got nervous and didn't reply, but showed up to his room when he was alone, made out with him (gross), and today you let him suck your dick." My mouth fell open. "How'd I do?"

"Tank, shut up," I covered his mouth with the palm of my hand. "You're spot on. Let's not talk about this right now."

"Is he good?"

"Tank!"

"What, I'm curious. You never shut up about him, at least let me have this." He did his stupid puppy eyes.

"He's awesome, Tank, okay? He's really fucking good."

Tank laughed loudly. "Okay, okay, I won't ask anything else. Bring him and his friends up here. I have a fun game for us to play. I promise you'll enjoy it." I wanted to press more about the game, but I trusted Tank, so I decided I'd figure out when everyone else did.

I went downstairs to find his friend group. I had to push past many people loosely throwing their bodies at other strangers. It was very hot in the corridor, that's where many people were sipping on their drinks. However, I found Max and the others at the kitchen island. Max had at least three empty bottles of beer sitting next to him. No one had tried stopping him, apparently. How'd he down that many so fast? Bobby's arm was slung around a pretty brunette girl. She was hooting.

"Max," I said. He looked at me with dull eyes. "Follow me, the rest of you too," I gestured to the group.

The pretty girl raised her eyebrows. "Is something going on?"

"I'm not completely sure, Tank has a game for everyone to play if you are interested." The group collectively agreed to go upstairs and play whatever game Tank had in mind.

Max stood up and joined me. "I'm up for it too," Max hiccups. Drunkenly he whispers in my ear, "I'll be up for you too." Was he stupider when he was drunk or did this all come naturally to him?

I was blushing, "we're meeting up after, Max. Wait till then."

"I want you right now," he slurred. "Just for a minute. Please, darling—I'll be quick." Fuck, fuck, fuck! Could he seriously not wait? I paced back and forth a few times and walked back to him. His stupidity made me ponder if I should let him it or not.

"Be quick." I grabbed his hand and shoved him inside the downstairs bathroom. I hurried and locked the door. "You have," I checked my watch. "Two minutes, Max." He wobbled over to me.

"You're so pretty, darling." I wished I could enjoy his compliment, but I didn't have the right. We weren't a couple. He grabbed my leg and held it close to his waist. He stood between my legs. "I wish I had more time to, uh," he looked down. "Shit, I'm wasting time," he mumbled. He pulled the collar of my shirt down, and placed his lips on my exposed flesh. He nipped at it. 

"Ouch, Max." I pushed his head. "That hurts," I laughed. He kept doing it, and I gave up trying to stop him. I could have at least tried and enjoy what he did do with me, including this shit.

He kissed my collarbone, my neck, and made his way up to my lips. He bit my bottom lip, which hurt more because of his piercings. I opened up, anyway. He pushed his tongue inside, and I let him explore. Even being this drunk, he was still really good at it. Perhaps that meant he wasn't as drunk as I had thought. I moaned into his mouth, and he pulled my hair. With us in that position, I couldn't check my watch. It'd definitely been two minutes. I parted our lips. Shakily, I said, "Max, let's go upstairs." He smiled sheepishly. "To play the game, Max." I was right before, Max Goof had a very dirty mind. Was I feeding into it? Yes. 

He was still smiling. "You're so pretty, so, so, pretty." He touched my mouth with his finger. "I like your pretty little mouth." He reached under my shirt and I flinched under his cold touch. "I like your pretty waist," he slurred. He held his hands on my thighs. "I like what's between these," he laughed slowly.

"God, Max," I whispered. "You're so embarrassing."

"I'm sorry, darling," he said sadly.

"No," I kissed him quickly. "You're amazing, but really, we need to go upstairs. Tank and the others are waiting."

He nodded. I had to practically drag him up the stairs. I almost let him fall down the stairs (twice). I caught him, of course, I'm not a monster. I shoved him inside the room where the others were. Tank noticed us, and rolled his eyes playfully.

"The game is," he hit the ground in a drum roll. "Do the dare, or drink."

I sat Max next to his friends, and I took the empty spot next to Tank. "What," I asked, not at all interested.

"What, you afraid to play," he playfully joked. He raised his eyebrows at me and winked. I almost vomited in my mouth.