Petty Crime ✓ maxian

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[i need an editor hah ahah]

"There's a thing called walking, you fat cunt," Max rolls his eyes.

"Bitch I'm not walking right after eating!" Chad says, throwing his hands up.

"You should after ever time you eat, but even that wouldn't make you less fucking fat," Jeff yells from the kitchen.

"I hate you guys. Can you at least bring us back dessert?" Chad asks.

"Fine, I'll be back later," Max snorts.

Before either can say anything Max closes the door behind him. He slips on his hoodie as he walks to the car. It doesn't take long for him to get in and start the car. Although it does take long for the heater to warm up. Angrily he starts driving while he waits. Ian texted him the information and such last night after they talked for a while. Max let Ian choose the place, some fast food place but in restaurant form. Don't know why it exists, but sounds pretty great. Max doesn't want to get out of the car because it's cold, but does anyway. He gets out and sees Ian walking up to the entrance. Ian notices him and waits for him.

"There's my favorite faggot!" Ian chuckles as he wraps his arm around his shoulders.

"Yeah, yeah, just warm me up it's cold," Max says as they walk in.

They're quickly seated, annoying the person to let them sit at a somewhat hidden booth in the corner. Max slides into one side of the booth, Ian sliding in after him. Sure they could have sat at a table meant for two but booths are fucking comfortable, it's worth being an asshole for. Now that no ones really watching them Ian slips his arm around Max's waist. Max cuddles up to him trying to get warmer. The waiter comes and seems to tired to really care about what's happening before him. He hands them two menus and they order drinks. It's some 'fancy' drink for two but they only care about the amount of alcohol in it. It was the drink with the most alcohol, so that's what they got.

"You ever been on a date before?" Ian asks teasingly.

"Yes, unlike you," Max retorts.

"I hate to admit, but that's true. It took forever to get my boss to agree to let me have two days off," Ian chuckles.

"Wow, you some kind of workaholic?" Max jokes.

"It's more like slavery," Ian shrugs.

They talk for a while until their waiter comes back with the drink. They order actual food and go back to talking. Before they start drinking they realize they have to drive home. After a while of arguing they decide that Ian can drive Max home and he can pick up his car tomorrow. Max disagreed at first since it wasn't fair, but soon gave in. Although Ian did steal a couple sips of the drink. Max was already almost a little drunk by the time their food came. Luckily he ate before getting fully drunk. Which left Ian with a drunk Max. So after a couple kisses that almost turned into a makeout session everything was paid for and they're ready to go.

"Come on Maxy, lets get you home," Ian chuckles.

"Can't I stay with you?" Max whines slightly.

"Well-" Ian thinks, "fine, ok," he decides after seeing the face Max is making.

Max smiles as they get up and leave. Of course Ian has to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid in his drunken state. Once they get to their cars Ian realizes there's a flaw in their plan. So instead they get in Max's car. Ian driving of course, after Max gave him the car's keys. It's somewhat late as they get to Max's house. Somehow Max managed to drunkenly give him correct directions. Once the car is parked they get out and Max drags him to the front door. Ian helps Max unlock the door before they get inside. Jeff and Chad are no where to be seen, thankfully. Ian locks the door again before Max leads him to his room. Despite where this is leading, something else happens.

Ian finds some beer in Max's room and Max says he should have one. Happily Ian takes one and starts drinking as they just lay on Max's bed. Max is somewhat flopped over Ian as Ian uses the pillows to sit up slightly. Not having been drunk in so long, Ian can't help but want to. So soon both boys are drunk and blabbering to each other. Unlike you'd assume, they aren't going to fuck. Instead they just talk about random shit while drunk as fuck. It's surprising they can understand each other, but I guess since they're both slurring and not making sense they're on the same page.

"Your hair is so pretty," Ian slurs while tiredly playing with Max's hair.

Max just mumbles a little, already falling asleep. Getting uncomfortable in his jeans, Ian manages to slip his off. Max mumbles something along the lines of wanting his off too, to which Ian does. With a yawn Max crawls under the blankets and pulls Ian with him. Ian mumbles something, but is to drunk and tired to actually put words together correctly. Max is already passed out anyway. After a few minutes Ian passes out as well, both cuddled together with their legs tangled and sprawled out. Somehow they managed to squeeze onto the bed meant for one without either falling off, which deserves a medal in itself.

This leaves them not hearing the door slam open later. Jeff and Chad are home, and quite drunk. Not too drunk, but drunk enough. They argue about nonsense while their words slur. Eventually Jeff gives up and heads to his room. Chad just decides to pass out on the couch since it's already piled with some blankets. Jeff eventually makes it to his room and takes about five whole minutes to take his shirt off. It's most likely he almost suffocated himself, but he did get it off. He gets under one of his blankets and just lays there until he quickly falls asleep. Meanwhile Chad had turned on the tv and is falling asleep to pawn stars.