If there was one thing Max had learned today, it was that Bradley was a flight risk.
The slightest tease was enough to make him blush a deep red, the briefest touch enough to make him squirm.
Max loved it. Loved how the effect he had on Bradley was so visibly portrayed in his body language. He loved how easy it was to provoke a reaction from the boy.
Bradley was a mess. A beautiful one, but still a mess. Max would have to be careful with him. He couldn’t push him too far or too fast. He'd have to test the waters slowly, map out Bradley's boundaries to make sure he'd never accidentally make him uncomfortable.
Max wouldn't be able to forgive himself should he hurt Bradley in any way.
The opposite was the case, he wanted Bradley to trust him. Max would do his all to proof to the boy that he was worth his trust.
A big goal, yes. And that's why he would start small. By making Bradley's life a little easier, putting their groceries away. It wasn't much, but small steps win the raise.
Max had learned firsthand that Bradley didn't handle pressure well.
He clapped his hands once to get his brain back to focus.
"Groceries", he said, stemming his fists against his hips. "Easy peasy."
He handled the dairy products first, because his dad had been a good teacher, getting him to remember that these things expire quickly. Max was half astonished by the fact that the heat inside the trunk hadn't killed them already. He'd keep an eye on that.
Max was just about to get to the rest of the groceries when a sudden knock came from the apartment door. He frowned.
"Maxamilioooooon!" More knocking.
Of course.
Max rolled his eyes, grin tugging at his lips. He walked towards the door, opening it just when Bobby was about to knock again. His friend tumbled forward slightly as his hand grabbed into thin air.
"Hey, Bobby", Max said, easily catching his friend as he lost his balance. "How's it going?"
Bobby looked up at him and Max could tell he was blinking a few times behind his darkened glasses. A dopy grin spread on his face.
"Maxeyyy", he said in his draggy voice. "Good reflexes. Also, you look like shit." He sniffed curiously. "But you smell tastyyy."
Max could smell the weed on him and only shook his head, smiling.
"What's up, Bobby?", he asked, helping the guy to stand back straight.
"I need a place to crash", Bobby exclaimed, throwing himself forward again and slipping past Max just like that.
Max blinked in confusion before turning around and spotting his friend already flopped down on the couch.
Inconvenient.
"Uhm... " Max closed the apartment door behind him. "Why?"
Bobby had a wide grin on his face, head hanging off the edge of the couch as he looked up at Max.
"P.J. and his lady are in need of some privacy", he said, wiggling his eyebrows. "Ya know. To bone."
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Good Luck, Babe!
FanfictionMax' cheeks burned up and he felt more than a little dumb for it. But it was the truth. Bradley was pretty. Not just now but in general. Only it never really came through when he was acting like a massive bitch. But now, with Bradley looking at him...
