Just One More Mistake (Carziger)

3.

¤ Cody ¤

I woke up with eyes closed. I didn't want to open them. Thought, maybe if I just kept them closed long enough last night never would have happened. If kept them closed, I could go back and leave before Maxx had me pinned onto a hotel bed, with that look in his eyes I just couldn't say no to. It was a long shot, but I tried anyways. I tried to imagine I was in my bed, at my house and not in some cheap hotel room with a boy sleeping next ro me.

Msxx started twisting on turning next to me, making my stomache tie itself and do little flips. I wasn't dreaming. Maxx was here and last night happened.

Deal with it.

Sighing, I opened my eyes and rolled out of bed. It was time to face the day, and whatever problems it dragged with. Standing up I took a moment to appreciate how I bothered to put my jeans back on but left my only shirt chunked halfway across the room. Carson Logic. Putting it back on, my eyes seemed to disobey my commands and laid themselves on the drummer in my bed.

Memories of the last night replayed in my head like a movie trailer. There was Maxx. Then I was pushing him into the sheets. A shiver crawled up my spine remembering him running his fingers over my shoulder blades.

I shook the thought out I walked over to Maxx.  and ran a thumb over his cheek. His neck was colored black and blue with bruises. And... bite marks. Cuts and scrapes ran up and down his arms. How did Maxx let himself come to this? His sleep was disturbed, like something was interupting his peaceful dreams. Sighing, I moved away and scrounged around the hotel bathroom for a toothbrush, or at least mouth wash.

I found both of those things, and a new box of toothpaste. It was as if this hotel, specifically this room, was built for one night stands. How many times has one happened in that bed Maxx was sleeping in? Cringing at the thought, I spat out the cheap mint flavored crap out, and dropped the plastic toothbrush in the sink. I only brushed my teeth for about thirty seconds, but who actually wants to sit there for a two minutes looking at their own sick refection. I sighed. Again.

Walking out the bathroom, I only had Maxx on my mind. His bleach hair flooping around, him getting thrown around by Austin, the creamy taste of his skin. I a tounge over my bottom lip, sitting on a, once again, hotel provided dining chair. I brushed a hand through my greasy hair, thoughts of what would happen when Maxx woke up filled my mind. I couldn't just leave him here. It's not just wrong, he'd have a panic attack. But part of me wanted to leave, maybe time alone would help the poor drummer. And what about that dick, Austin? I rubbed the back of my neck. There is no good solution without someone getting hurt. Or worse.

I heard sheets shuffle behind me, a tiny yawn told me Maxx had finally woken up. My heart started pounding in my chest thinking about what he was going to do. Was he planning on just walking out? Screaming? God forbid he tries to talk about this... turn of events. I held my breath listening to Maxx's feet pad across the wooden floors. I listened to him turn on the bathroom sink and spit out mouthwash.

Thousands of thoughts run through my head, I couldn't tell where on started and where the other ended. Maxx plopped down in the chair next to me, pale skin glimmering. He turned toward me, smile stretched out on his features. I looked away from him, playing with my thumbs "Hey." Maxx seemed at a complete bliss. He nestled his head in his arms, halfway laying on the table.

"Hey."

I bit down into my lip. "Maxx-" I started, but I couldn't get any words out. The boy muttered sweet nothings into his jacket, in his own little world. Looking at his peaceful expression, I repeated myself. "Maxx-" He shut me up, pushing our mouths together, twisting a hand in my hair. I could almost taste sugar on Maxx's lips. Pulling away, I could smell the artificially flavored mouthwash with every breath he took.

I hated myself for liking this so much.

"Fuck, Maxx..." I breathed, lips just barely grazing over his. No, I needed to stop this chain reaction. Holding up my hands, I said "N-no. You are gonna finish getting dressed, and we are blowing this joint." I kept my eyes shut, avoiding any look Maxx tried to seduce me with. With hesitation, he got up, finishing getting ready for whatever the fuck someone calls this.

I tried to keep everything off my mind but tidal waves of this kept on crashing into me. Maxx, Austin, me and Maxx, Maxx and Austin, Maxx and me. I almost slapped myself realizing this is an affair. I was helping Maxx cheat on Austin, from what it seems, Austin wasn't great, but did that make this right?

Two wrongs don't make a right.

I cringed again, moving away from the table, to find Maxx sitting on the bed, fully dressed. He looked up at me, an emotion I couldn't quite name shinning in his eyes. Maxx held out his hand.

I wanted it.

Stop feeding his problems.

I can't just leave it.

Leave it.

I latched my fingers with his, helping him up, not letting go all the way down the stairs, into the lobby.

I glanced around the not-so-grand room, greeted by a familiar face. It was the same receptionist from last night, giving me the snarkiest smile of all. Huffing, I hurried over to her and rushed through the transaction, only dropping Maxx's hand to pay the bill.

"'Room for one.' he said. 'One person'." The girl started mocking, making dumb faces

"Shut up, or I'll get you fired for a hate comment." I threatened, gripping down on Maxx's hand. The cherk rolled her brown irises.

She finished the clicking buttons thing, freeing me and Maxx from that place. We hurried out, the clerk giving us a stupid tumbs up with that same snark expression.
So I saluted her with a simple middle finger on the way out.

In the car, Maxx already joined me on the drivers side, lips pressed onto mine. My heart raced, Maxx's thighs wrapping themsevles around me. I knew we weren't going anywhere until Maxx cheated, on again, on Austin with me.  The drummer met my level, pleading expression on his face, our breath mixing. Fuck, this was so messed up, I shouldn't have even done it the first time. But knew exactly where to put those chapped lips and he was so damn temping.

Maxx grabbed my shirt collar, dragging me onto him. He was so helpless, it was stupid. He was kissing me like he needed it like it kept him alive.

If it feels so good then it can't be wrong...