Reconnecting Threads - Maxley Fluff, Angst and Murder Mystery

20 - Court 2.

"What were you even thinking that was so stupid! And why are you saying this NOW?! You could've said this ages ago..!" Mr Sharky scolds Max, Bradley standing in the side lines.

"Look.. I didn't know until this morning where I had a sort of- epiphany.. and-"

"Since when have you ever used the word 'epiphany' Max-"

"Bradley honey this isn't the time." He pats Bradley on the shoulder. "I remembered that.. I saw Tank sort of lean on the table before he started to push you then I thought of this wild theory."

"Which is?" Both Bradley and Mr Sharky ask, invested.

"Tank spiked his own drink."

"What..?" Bradley's jaw dropped. How- how is that possible? How could you be so stupid to spike your own drink? Well.. he was pretty drunk.

"I'll- I'll explain it in court. Point is. I know for a fact you are now innocent.. I- my dad knows a professional lawyer too he used to go to high school and we scrambled up some evidence. Cal me to the stand first thing. Trust me."

Mr Sharky's confused expression never seems to falter but he eventually sighs. "Fine. Good thing I'm getting paid a shit load for this. Darn gays.." he mumbles to himself, scratching the end of his long hooked nose (this is a real Disney character btw if you didn't know :3) They pretend not to hear him. "Alright kid you're gonna be on in.." He glances at his expensive watch. "20 minutes. Relax." And like that he pats them on the back and leaves to go do.. whatever.

They're left alone in this big room.. neither of them didn't really know what it was, considering they were both dragged into here while Mr Sharky was in a fit. There's books upon books resting on shelves. Looks like records of all the past court trials. Interesting. They both remain leaning against the table in silence before Max speaks up.

"Look. I'll explain everything later. But considering this might be the last time I'll be able to touch you in.. a while.. and I haven't been able to in the past 2 and a half weeks why don't we-"

"Max.. are you really suggesting sex.. here..?!" Bradley turns to him, forgetting how he's shorter than him, with his arms crossed.

"I'm just saying.. it'll relieve stress..?"

"We can have celebratory sex if I win. For now." He bends over and presses a kiss to Max's lips, not being able to keep a straight face.

Not being able to touch Max in.. this way.. was like being a teenage boy again. It sucked ass and he never wants to do it again. So he savours the moment, pulling Max close as he softly kisses back, Max's hands resting on his arms. Bradley pulls away from the kiss to hug him tightly to his body, resting his face in his black tufts of hair.

"It'll be okay... I think I have a compelling case here." Max mumble, hugging tightly back.

"Let's hope you do."

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Everyone gets back into position, the judge picks up his hammer, running a hand in his brown dead hair before, Hit hit. "Trial is back in session. Mr Sharky you have the court."

"Thank you your honour. I'd like to call Max Goof to the stand." Mr Shaky stands to pace around the room, as they always do.

Max stands up from the spectators area to the stand. He's shaking but he tries not to hide it.

"So. Max. Why exactly do you think you qualify to prove my client interesting?"

"Well Sir, I've been.. with.. Bradley for a while now, I was with him the whole time we were at the party, I know for fact he didn't mean to do any harm because when we got back to our dorm room he thought he just pushes Tank into the pool and was scared that Tank would get him back for it."