Roommates (Maxley)

Chapter 10

Max thought it'd be a good idea to carry Brad back to their dorm but now he regretted it, trying to ignore the warmth in his pants but it was impossible. Brad's face was buried in the crook of his neck and his breath kept kissing his skin. He keeps nuzzling him, mumbling things he refuses to repeat and laughing when Max sighs.

"You're fun to tease." Brad grins when Max grimaces, hands patting Max's chest. His cheeks flush when he feels Max's piercings, eyes sultry. "I wanna touch them."

"Brad..." His tone is a warning but his voice is too shaky to take seriously. "Cut it out, you're drunk."

"No 'm not, I barely had anything." Brad's fingers flick his nipples through his shirt, quietly snickering when Max gently smacks his hand away. "Can I see them when we get back to the dorm? Pleeease, Max?"

"...Fine. Fine!" Max gives in when he sees his smile, God he missed it so much.

Their dorm is dark until he turns on a dim light, turning around to see Brad standing in the doorway and fidgeting with his fingers.. It's not like he's nervous or anything, don't be ridiculous. He could just use a few more glasses of liquid courage and maybe a condom- not that they're going to have sex. They could, he wouldn't mind, he just wasn't going to be the one to bring it up! Max probably just wanted to cuddle or something, it'd be embarrassing to ask. He's too shy, barely able to meet Max's gaze even when he glances up. Jerk, don't smile at him like that.

"Come on, don't tell me you're all bark and no bite now." Max sits on his bed, pulling off his shirt and throwing it into the hamper. "C'mere."

Why did he have to say it like that? Brad holds his shirt down as he waddles over, discomfort obvious but when Max raises a brow he rolls his eyes and plops down beside him with crossed arms. Brattiness is a good defensive skill, no? He gulps when Max gently grabs his shoulder, shivering when Max leans over to kiss his cheek. He holds his hand over his mouth when Max kisses lower, tongue tracing the marks he left earlier and making Brad shiver as he slides onto his lap. Is he seriously going to do this? It's fine, right? This is okay, this is fine, he's fine-

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to, Pretty boy." His voice, he's changing it on purpose. He knows what it does to him, he has to. Max's hands are warm on his waist, "But I need you to tell me what you want."

"I d-don't know what I want!" He blurts out when Max kisses his collarbone, hiding his face in his hands. Come on, get it together!

"Then just tell me what feels good, 'kay?" Husky, his voice sends tingles around his body as his fingers slowly unbutton his shirt. "Is this okay?"

Brad's lips purse together at the thought of being bare, he has so many scars. Max will think they're ugly, everyone else does. His arms and sides are all sliced up, scars new and old decorating his skin. That's why he always wore long sleeves, even when he was playing a sport he'd have a long-sleeve compression shirt beneath it. Coaches were typically strict about uniforms but they were lenient with him thanks to his dad. Everyone who saw his scars always stepped back, he knew Max would too so why did he want him to see? Max pauses when he notices Brad shaking, sighing softly while moving his hands back to Brad's hips. He's overthinking again, he can tell by the way his bushy brows are furrowed and the way his glossy eyes narrow.

"I'm not pretty...there." He mumbles while moving Max's hands back, "You can look...you'll just think I'm hideous."

Max nods, slowly pulling Brad's shirt down, glancing up in case he changes his mind but he doesn't. His gaze softens when he sees the scars, thumb tracing one and stopping when he jumps. Max had noticed the...signs, he just never felt it was his place to say anything. He saw the blood beneath Brad's nails sometimes, he had a bad habit of studying his hands. Sometimes he'd see bloody razors in the trash but he didn't know what to say. He wanted to wait for this, for Brad to trust him. His eyes are squeezed closed, breaths shaky as Max kisses his shoulder. His eyes peek open but snap shut when they meet his, quivering when Max's lips dot down his arms. Why's he kissing the ruined parts? Brad gasps when Max's lips touch the newer ones, they've all scabbed over for the most part but they're all an ugly shade of red. The sounds leaving his lips are so embarrassing but he can't hold them back, not when Max is hastily kissing around his body, lips softly sucking every sensitive scar until they find their way to his neck again.