Dear Diary (Maxley)

17

"I'm sorry."

Max always apologizes, most of the time he doesn't even need to.

This is one of those times.

"You have nothing to apologize for, Maxie." Brad cups his face, wiping away stray tears. "No, no, don't cry."

"Your family is mad at you because of me." His head drops to Brad's shoulder, arms wrapping around him tightly. He should've heeded Brad's warning about them, but he really thought...he's not sure what he thought would happen. He knew they wouldn't instantly come around but he didn't expect them to be so aggressive either. "I'm really sorry, I shouldn't have gotten angry or hit him and made you stick up for me."

"You didn't make me do anything! I want you, I want to be there for you." Brad tilts his chin up, "Look at me."

"Brad-"

"Look. At. Me." Stern but soft, his gaze makes Max lean into him. "Good boy."

Max holds onto him, peeking up at him every so often as Brad hums and rubs his back. They stand against his door, too comfortable to move to the bed to cuddle properly. Strange, Brad didn't know Alphas could cry, but now he felt silly for thinking that they couldn't. He'd tell his father and Benjamin off in the morning, right now he needed to leave sweet kisses against Max's lips and whisper sweet-nothings in his floppy ears. Brad slides his hands under them, slowly stroking the side of his face as he watches Max flush in response. Cute, he hasn't seen him this bashful in a long time.

"Brad, hold on a minute..." Max melts against the door as Brad's kisses drop to his neck, then to his collar, the omega's hands undoing his bowtie with haste. "We shouldn't. I'm not even supposed to be here."

"You still want to play by their rules?" Brad casually drops his tie on the ground, fingers dancing down Max's chest as he unbuttons his shirt. "Not very rabid of you."

Max flushes, tail spinning behind him as Brad's fingers flick at the waistband of his pants. He shudders, head dropping back against the door as Brad slips his hand into his pants, the omega's lips warm against his as he draws in a quick breath. His pheromones are too close, drifting into Max's nose and tickling his brain, tingles shooting down his spine. His thighs tremble as Brad palms his bulge, quiet groans slipping from his throat as Brad smiles against his mouth.

"Brad, hold on- hnnh~" He buries his face between Brad's chest, hands balled on his back as Brad strokes him slowly. "I need to g- oh~"

"Do you really want to leave me here, Maxie?" Brad kisses his temple, stroking faster as Max struggles to form a sentence. "Stay the night, it's not like they're going to check my room. They won't even know you're here."

"I know but- Brad!" How is he supposed to protest when Brad's thumb is toying with his tip and pressing down when he squirms. "I want to stay!"

"Good." Brad yanks his pants down, sliding to his knees. "You've had to deal with a lot the past few days, let me take care of you for once."

Now that he's face to face with it, Brad realizes he's screwed. He doesn't even know where to start! He could suck the tip, he just needed to figure out how to wrap his mouth around it first. He ends up kissing up the sides of Max's shaft, hands planted on his thighs as he slowly takes him into his mouth. Max isn't watching, hiding his face with his hand as weak whines slip out of his mouth. Hot, Brad writes his name on Max's tip with his tongue, stroking the sides before he mentally prepares himself to take it in deeper. Okay, deep breath, he can handle it.

"Wait, don't-" Max's hips buck forward as Brad shoves the rest in, gagging around Max and looking up at him with those pretty blue eyes. No, no, too soon, he can't cum just from Brad inhaling it! Embarrassed, he hides in his hand as he struggles to hold back, spilling after a few soft sucks. "Fuck~!"