Dear Diary (Maxley)

9

"I need you to stay away from my dorm for a while." Not a request, a demand- and it confuses Brad. They were already barely talking and now Max was pushing him away. Did he do something? When? Was it really bad? It's almost like Max feels his worry, the next words he speaks oddly comforting, "You haven't done anything I just...I just need some space."

"You sound sick-"

"No, I'm fine, do not come over."

Of course Brad didn't listen.

Max's pheromones ooze from his door, making Brad hold his hand over his face to try to keep Max's scent away but it's no use. Heat races down to his crotch, his body responding to the call from Max's. What the hell is he doing in that room to be this riled? Brad gulps before knocking on his door, legs shaky like his hands.

"Max, open this door!" Demanding, defiant, his voice makes Max growl in his bed. He can already see the face Brad is making, handsome brows furrowed and those pretty damn lips pursed.

"No." He's on edge, nails ripping his sheets as his hands curl in them. Come on, breathe, focus on something that isn't Brad's scent leaking into the fucking room. Impossible, Max's feet move on their own and head straight to the door.

Don't open it.

Don't open it.

Max, no, he has to tell himself no-

"What took you so long?" Brad's glaring at him, pretty blue eyes bright and luring Max closer. "Don't you dare ignore me when I'm right in front of you. Answer me, now."

He does, just not the way Brad expected him to. His kisses are usually soft and sweet but today they're demanding and determined, his hands on Brad's hips and holding him in place as he sucks his tongue. Brad gasps and groans as they stumble back, eyes widening when Max's pheromones surround him. Strong and suffocating, he can see them in the air dancing around them and dimming the room. They make his legs weak, the brunette dropping to his knees with his hands on the waistband of Max's pants.

This scent, those dilated pupils and narrowed eyes, that growl rumbling in Max's chest-

Something's wrong.

"Max- mmf!" Brad gags as Max pushes a finger into his mouth, shuddering as he strokes his tongue. His mouth opens wider on its own, eyes meeting Max's coyly as he watches him undo the string on his sweatpants.

His scent is even strong now, stinging Brad's nose as it buries in Max's crotch. He couldn't help but nuzzle his shaft, hands guiding Max's cock into his mouth after a few licks. What the hell is he doing? His body is making choices on its own, ignoring the mind that keeps trying to warn him about consequences. Eventually he can't even think at all, Max's cock clogging his throat and forcing him to focus on his breathing. Every grunt from Max's mouth makes him suck harder, his lips stretched around Max's shaft and tongue flicking the sides of it. Too wide, he has to take it out to take a breath, eyes watering as he coughs.

"Put it back." Max's hand tangles in Brad's hair, fingers curling against his scalp as he tilts his head back. "I didn't say you could take it out."

"Max, I-" He gags as Max shoves back into his throat, eyes rolling back. "-Hnnk!"

Max thrusts into his mouth vigorously, holding his head up and staring into his eyes as he bruises his throat. So tight but not enough, Max needs more. He grinds his hips against Brad's mouth, a hum of approval leaving his lips when Brad's hands hold his thighs and keep him close. Fuck, just like that, keep swallowing around him and moaning to send those sweet vibrations around his overheating body. So good, just not good enough, he doesn't feel much better even as he's cuming and stuffing Brad's throat. Brad swallows as much as he can but it's a never ending stream that leaves him choking and coughing Max's load back up the moment his mouth is empty, white sticky lines hanging from Max's tip and Brad's frosted tongue.