BoyxBoy One-Shots

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Max hadn't had an attack since Lucy was shot. This is why he was here. His mother saw that Max had grown tired of all the questions people had of his sister. It was like everyday everyone made sure to remind him that his sister was no longer around.

So right now he stood in the locker room. He had excused himself from football tryouts, but barely made it half way to the bathroom. His breaths were quickened. His heart hammered in his chest he was sure the whole school could hear it. He pressed his back against the lockers only to have hot tears pour down his face.

He couldnt see his vision cloudy from tears. He was no longer having short fast paced breaths, he was wheezing. The sting of the cold metal behind him through his jersey, threw him into an over drive of emotion and feeling. He closed his eyes and blacked out for a moment. When he opened his eyes, he almost screamed.

A boy.

"Are you okay?" The distorted foggy image said. Max felt like he was gonna die. The mixture of the heat his body held from outside, with the brisk cold of the locker room, was a feeling that made him feel like he was losing his mind.

"N-n." It hurt. The sounds. The wheezing. The feeling. The memories.

Before he could continue thinking, a pair of lips met his own. His world came back to him. Smashing into him with the feeling of a cold shower. His eyes widened, as the tears cleared. He now saw the boy a bit clearer.

He couldnt focus on anything but the lips though. They were smooth and plump inbetween his. His chest began to heave slower and slower. When the boy ran his tongue over Maxs' bottom lip, he swore everything stopped. All that mattered was this kiss.

As Max dreamed of never parting with these lips, they slowly left his. Max immediatly groaned at the loss. He opened his eyes to come face with the sophmore towel boy. His hazel eyes clouded with admiration, cheeks that were dusted lightly with freckles, were pigmented a deep rosy colour.

But his lips- his lips were a soft cotton candy pink. They were smooth and slicked. He had thick lips, making him look like he was pouting. The rest of him was creamy white, his skin, his shirt, his sweatpants. But he had a small build, nothing great, he honestly appeared fragile.

"Charlie." He stuck his hand out. Max stood there still too dumbfounded to speak. Charlie quickly pulled his hand back and blushed harder. It was unreal to see this guy who was at least two years older than Max could be so damn adorable.

He lifted a piece of his brown hair that had fallen, and set it in its place. Then he started again.

"Sorry, its just I read somewhere that one can stop an attack. It helps you regain your breath..." he paused, "you were having a panic attack right."

Max nodded this time.

"I know what its like, trust me. The sounds, the blur, the emotions and feeling...the pain." He looked away tears threatening to fall out.

"-the-" Charlie was cut off as his chin was lifted and his lips were placed back onto the younger boys'. Where they both now believed they beloged for awhile. Why suffer through drowning when your anchors right there?

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Hiiiii, yeah this scene can also be found in episode 11 season 3 of Teen Wolf. Stiles and Lydia~ I just wanted to recreate it. So creds to MTV/Teen Wolf writer, I guess~

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