Roommates (Maxley)

Chapter 24

Max is waddling, crotch and thighs numb as he walks back to the Frat house with Brad. He sucked out his soul and then casually stood and smiled while Max struggled to keep himself standing. It didn't help that now Brad was casually rambling as if those same lips weren't squeezing his shaft a few moments prior, the two of them returning to the Frat house disheveled.

"Are you even listening to me?" Brad's frown pulls his head from the clouds, "I said we need to talk about what we are."

"Aren't we just going to get back together-"

"Don't be ridiculous." Brad's voice drops to a mumble, "We're supposed to...discuss things first. We should talk about what went wrong and...um..."

"Take your time." He's so fucking cute when he's stumbling over his words, thick brows downturned as he thinks. Max gives his hand a gentle squeeze before raising it to his lips and kissing his knuckles. "I'm listening, Pretty boy."

"You can't call me that when I'm being serious." Brad huffs, "I can't focus when you do. It's agitating."

"Right, sorry." So vocal, this is...new. Welcomed, but Max can't help but wonder if a month apart really did help. "What do you think went wrong?"

"I think we moved too quickly." What a stupid thing to say right after having sex, "Not that I regret anything! I just...I mean things got really complicated really fast and I didn't mean for them to but so much happened so fast and I.."

"It's alright, I get what you mean." Max cautiously wraps his arm around Brad's waist, pulling him closer when he doesn't pull away. "Sometimes I have to remind myself that I'm your first..."

"Boyfriend." The corners of Brad's mouth quirk up, "You can say it. I'm not going to have a panic attack."

"No, it's just uh, I didn't want to say it until I knew where you stood." It's rare he sees Max blush, and he's going to make the most of it.

"I told you I love you, should I say it again?" He teases, tilting Max's chin up. "I love you, Maxie."

"Brad, cut it out, now I can't focus." Max sheepishly rubs his neck only for Brad to wrap his arms around him. "We need to finish talking before the night is over, y'know."

"Who says it can't be an ongoing conversation?" Brad smiles and Max melts against him, head dropping to his shoulder. "You have to say it back, by the way."

"Or what?" Max grins while looking up at him. "What are you going to do if I don't?"

"I'm going to gut you and use your intestinal tract to make a noose-" Brad cups his face, smile bright. "-Then kill myself."

"Oh. Right, well, I uh, I love you too." Max stutters while Brad snickers. "You're fucking insane, y'know that?"

"Yeah, but I also know you like it." Brad pecks his lips, mischief dancing in his sky-colored eyes. "Don't you?"

"I love it." Max's hands hold his hips as their noses rub together. "And I love you."

"I love you-"

"Max, you're back!" Bobby shouts from the back porch when he notices them, passing his blunt to Tank who's eyes immediately flicker to Brad. "Dude, you missed beer pong."

"Probably for the best." Max grins while pulling Brad a little closer, kissing his cheek as he glares at Tank. Seriously dude, take the hint. "Pretty boy, are you tired? If you want, we can go back to the dorm."

"Tempting, but I need to stay here and monitor the party, can't have anyone overdosing." Brad glances at Tank, "Did you behave while I was gone?"

"Maybe, maybe not. If I didn't are you going to punish me?" Tank is a step too close, his smile too wide. He acts as if Max isn't there, "A repeat of the other night?"