Bathroom (Max x Bradley) - Maxley

CHAPTER 24

I didn't dare to look him in the eyes. I looked at my hands, avoiding his face. I felt Bradley scanning me, a sharp intake of air, followed by loud swallowing. He stayed silent, not uttering a word.

When the silence was too much, I slowly looked up, meeting Bradley's gaze. What I saw, hurt my heart. There he was, crying crying silently, looking at my scars. I did not want him to cry. I reached over and wiped the tears from his face with my thumb. "Don't cry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry..." He only took a sharp breath in, stretching his hand toward me. "...Can I.. I-" not being able to finish his sentence, a wave of sadness coming over him. I only nodded, not daring to say anything. 

He reached out slowly, stopping for a heartbeat, before making contact with me. I held my breath. He slowly traced along one of the bigger scars on my torso. I tensed up, not familiar with this sensation. But as he traced each one of my scars, I relaxed to his touch, the feeling of embarrassment I had expected was not there. 

He slid his thumb across the smaller scars on my chest, making me shudder. He saddled closer to me on the bed, resting his hand on top of my thigh. I could tell he was pitting me and being overwhelmed, but I couldn't stop there. I was already halfway there, so I should just show him the rest of the scars, quickly ripping off the bandaid to diminish the hurt I knew I was going to feel. But I could not do this to him. He was so supportive all the time and he looks like he saw a ghost. 

"Hey, do you want some water?" he suddenly asked me, looking straight ahead and not at me. "No, thank you. But you go and grab yourself some." I didn't wish for him to be in bad shape, but what was done, couldn't be undone. 

Bradley only nodded, got up, and left the room to go to the kitchen. I just sat there awkwardly, not wanting to get out of bed. I turned myself around, looking out of the window. Behind the window, there was an old tree, I used to climb when I was younger. It was a big oak, older than the house itself. I had so many memories of it when it was summer and the big branches were covered in the most beautiful shade of green, full of life. But not, with autumn in full swing, the colors changed from green to orange, leaving only a few of the leaves behind. The tree looked sad and naked, not like itself.

The weather was sad and gloomy as well, depressed even. Shades of gray made out the sky, painting the whole town in gray. It was magnificent to look at the view, knowing it looked better before, yet now, it is lacking all of its beauty. 

Suddenly I heard a sharp inhale from behind me. I quickly turned around and saw Bradley standing in the doorway. The same doorway my back was just facing. My bare back. He shouldn't have seen it so soon. He just witnessed my torso, he was not ready for my biggest insecurity as well. 

GAY WARNING

To my surprise, he walked quickly over to the bed, sat himself down next to me, hugging me. The hug didn't last long. He pulled himself away from me, scooting over until he sat behind me. I thought he wanted to study the scar like he studied the others, but I was mistaken.

I felt a weird sensation on my back in the area of my scar. That wasn't the sensation of fingers... What was that? I heard a faint kissing sound. No. Was he really? But I connected the dots, the sensation now clear to me. Bradley was indeed kissing my scar, and as the realization hit me, a shiver rolled down my spine, making me shiver.

I wanted to turn around and tell him doesn't have to, but he wouldn't let me, holding me down by my waist. I blushed a deep shade of red from the combination of back kisses and waste holding. I wanted to say something, anything, but nothing came to my mind, too preoccupied with the feeling of Bradley's mouth on my skin. I thought twice about saying something, coming to the conclusion that some moments shouldn't be spoiled by words. And so I stayed silent, enjoying the attention.