"See you at the games Freshman." (Maxley)

Thats a little gay bro..

Lime 😍

Bradley's POV:

As the party went on, people came and went, and my energy drained. I was exhausted by the time 10 PM rolled around, sitting at the picnic bench in Max's backyard.

"Hey Brad, you okay?"
Max asked, sitting next to me, waking me up after I hadn't even realized I did.
"Oh uh, yeah... I'm just tired."
"You awake enough to drive home? Cause if you're not, you can stay here tonight. You can take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch."

"It's okay, really."
"Nah come on, I insist."
"I," I stopped to think to myself, was I seriously about to pass up an opportunity to stay with Max tonight? "Fine, but you can keep your bed."
"Nah, you take it."

I wasn't going to argue with him anymore, I'm going to take everything I can get.
"Okay."

After another hour, everyone was gone, but Bobby and PJ were staying the night too. We were all hanging out in the living room as Mr. Goofy blew up an air mattress.
At around 1 AM, I said goodnight, and went to Max's room. I took off my pants and kept my shirt and boxers on. I laid wide awake in bed for another hour, listening to them through the walls until it went silent.

Despite being so tired, I couldn't fall asleep. And I was hella thirsty, so I got up to get a glass of water. I snuck out of the room and down the hallway to the living room.
Bobby and PJ were passes out on the air mattress, Max curled up on the couch. I could hear Mr. Goof snoring from his room near by as I grabbed a glass, filling it with water from the refrigerator dispenser. I chugged it quick and set the glass upside down in the sink, next to other dishes. I snuck back to Max's room, loose floorboards creaking under me. I shut the door slowly, leaving it cracked as I walked back to the bed.

"Good morning, Sunshine."
I jumped at the sudden voice behind me, turning to see Max leaning in the doorway.
"You scared me asshole," I whisper yelled, "how did I not hear you?"
"When you live in this house you're entire life and tend to sneak out often, you learn where to step in the house."

He walked closer to me, shutting the door and coming to sit on the bed, turning on his lamp. I sat next to him, patting my knees softly, looking at him. He was looking at a photo on his side table, then looking at me.
"What? You want a kiss?"
Kinda.

He blew a kiss as me and we both laughed

"How do you kiss with those?" I ask him in a snarky tone, pointing at his lip piercings.
"Wanna find out?" He raised his brows at me and blew another kiss.
"Fuck no!" YESSSSSS!
MAX, KISS ME ON THE MOUTH, AND MY LIFE IS YOURS!!!

"Oh yeah I forgot, you're a woman liker or something."
"You like women too don't you?"
"Well yeah, but I like men too. I'm Bisexual."
"Oh, I... I don't know what I am." I do, I'm a liar.
"What do you mean?"

"I mean, I'm just so confused," I'm not," I don't know if I'm gay or straight or bi or whatever," I do know. I'm gay, "and I'm too scared to test with some guy, because what if someone sees or he tells?" Please kiss me Max.

"I think I could help you figure it out." Max smiled at me.
Holy shit I think I'm bout to nut.
"What do you mean?" Please kiss me.
"You wanna kiss or somethin'?"
YES!!!! GOD, LET ME HIT WHILE WE'RE AT IT. BACK-SHOT CENTRAL BABY!

"I mean... do you think that'd help?"
"Helped me." He shrugged.
"Then... I guess so." I smiled shyly, secretly really happy about this.

"Pucker up Bradley." He laughed, turning to face me more.
"Just so you know, I'm a hands-on kisser." He warned. Fine by me baby girl😍
"Uh, yeah... so am I." My hands shook softly, landing on his hips gently.
I closed my eyes and leaned in slowly, Max rushing into it. His hands grabbed the sides of my face, holding me. His piercings were cold against my lips, and kind of bulky, but I liked them.

Just as quick as the kiss started, it ended, Max pulling away first. His hands still resting on my face as I looked at him in my dazed state.
"So... what'd ya think?"
"Maybe just.. just one more kiss."

Without hesitating, Max pulled me in again, his hands moving to my hips and pulling me on his lap, my hands moving to his face, one grasping his hair.
I kissed him roughly, feeling as his hands slid up my shirt.
He slid his tongue pass my lips and our mouths danced with each other.

He pulled away and attacked my neck, biting it softly and licking the same spot. I gasped, my hands resting on his shoulders as he continued to suck and kiss and bite, his hands coming up to undo my buttons on my shirt.
"I- Max stop." I wasn't sure why I said stop, I really wanted this. Oh yeah, I'm trying to convince him that I don't know if I'm gay.

He stopped and sat up, looking at me worriedly.
"I-I'm sorry, I got carried away. I didn't mean to upset you or- or make you uncomfortable.
"No, no! It's okay, I just don't want the hickies to be easily seen."

I smiled at him as I peeled back the unbuttoned portion of my shirt to reveal my clean, ready to be marked chest.

He waisted no time diving into my chest, laying me down on my bed as he crawled on top of me, kissing all up and down my waist, continued to unbutton my shirt and moving it to either side of my body.

"Oh Max-" I groaned softly as I arched into his touch, his finger tips trailing across my skin as his tongue traveled from my lower stomach to my nipple, stopping to suck it softly, his teeth gently grazing it.
I covered my red hot face with my hand as he covered me in wet kisses, my body tingling after them.

"You taste so sweet." He smiled at me, looking up with only his eyes.
Fucckkkkk. It was so corny yet it worked so well, I could feel my boxers tightening and my tip grinding against the fabric of them.
I groaned, unsure of how to respond, covering my face even more.

"Let me see those pretty eyes~" his hands came up and moved mine, holding them on either side of my head as be went back to kissing and biting and sucking, looking up at me.
I shut my eyes tight, tilting my head back as my face burned.
His hands came to my face, lifting it up and coming close to me, kissing me again.
My hands curled into his hair, one of them sliding down his back and peeling his shirt off of him.
I threw it on the floor as he pulled mine off my shoulders and threw it off the bed. I looked up at him and his black eye and scratched up face.
"Anyone ever tell you, you look so hot all beat up like that.." He laughed and brushed his hand over my eye, brushing my hair out of my face.
"Not to bad yourself."

I kissed him again as he sat up, putting one of my legs on either side of his waist.
Holy shit Max is totally about to fuck my brains out.

"Max please~" I whispered, watching as his hands rubbed my thighs, my dick threatening to slip from the waist band of my boxers.

Max looked at me with longing eyes and a lustful look.
But then, all of a sudden, it was like he snapped out of it. He let go of me and backed away, climbing off the bed and throwing his shirt back on.
"I-I'm sorry, I'm going too far. You can tell me to stop, I'm sorry." Before I could respond, he had his shirt back on and was out the, the floor creaking under him.

"Oh.." I whispered too myself, laying back in the bed.
Did he not like me?
Did he have a moment of clarity?
Did he think I was uncomfortable?

Why did he leave?

Is it because he's injured?
Because we're in his childhood room?
Because it's his dads house?
Because his friends are outside?
Why?

...

Why....

Why was I stupid enough to think he liked me back?
Why did I ever get my hopes up?
Why did I ever try.
Why did it have to be him?
Why can't I just like girls?
Why can't I just be a man?
Why do I have to be a faggot...

Why am I still alive?

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