You're Just A Sad Song ×Maxian×

Chapter 1: I Think They Found Another Cure For Broken Hearts

[Song: Restless Heart Syndrome by Green Day]

A few days earlier:

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Ian👌: Hey don't forget we have school tomorrow

Ian👌: Max you better be up by time I get there

Ian👌: 5 minutes, better be up

Ian👌: I'm leaving now

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Max jolted awake at the sound of banging on his front door. He ran to the front door and pulled it open in a panic, completely forgetting he was only in boxers.

"You weren't awake, were you?" Ian said as he let himself in.

"What gave you that idea?" Max sassed as he closed the door and rubbed his tired eyes.

"I think the big giveaway was the cum stained boxers," Ian joked.

Max found himself looking down at himself self-consciously. "They don't have a cum stain, cunt. I'm gonna get dressed."

Max ran upstairs and quickly threw on a pair of black pants along with a burgundy shirt then threw on his Vans. He brushed a hand through his hair, encountering a decent amount of knots and decided it'd be best if he brushed his hair.

Sitting in front of his mirror and grabbing his brush, Max began to comb through his long brown locks. It wasn't long before he became lost in thought as he continued the task.

He was only disturbed by Ian's voice, "come on princess, you look pretty enough."

Max felt his face heat up with blush at the name he was just called. "Shut up, my hair is fucking knotted to hell."

"Here," Ian said as he pulled a seat up close to Max and took the brush from him. He delicately dragged the brush through Max's hair. "Tell me if I hurt you."

"Thanks," Max managed to say through his internally flustered state. Ian was so close, he could feel the body heat radiating off of the other man.

As the Ian dragged the brush through Max's hair, Max couldn't help but imagine Ian grabbing Max's hair and pulling it as they participated in a sexual act. Max bit his lip at the image, regretfully feeling his pants starting to tighten a bit.

He couldn't help his imagination. Max was helplessly attracted to Ian and wanted him badly.

"All done," Ian said, setting the brush down on the table.

"Thanks," Max smiled as he stood, hoping his problem wasn't too noticeable.

Of course, it was noticeable. "What am I that hot?" Ian said, clearly referencing Max's obvious erection.

"It's just morning wood I didn't get rid of," Max lied as a deep blush came to his cheeks. "Why are you looking anyway, you want me or something?"

"I'm not gay, Max, and you know that," Ian said in a suddenly serious tone.

"I'm just joking," Max spoke guiltily. He was constantly reminded how Ian was straight, a constant reminder that Ian will never like him back.