Max looks amazing.
So adorable.
So cute.
So hot.
So fine.
I want to eat him.
Kiss every inch of his body.
Make his back arch in pleasure.
Test his limits.
Test how obedient he is.
Taste his lips.
His arms.
His thighs.
His cock.
But I'm barely touching him.
We're sitting in the living room, wrapped up in a blanket and each other. My arm is wrapped around his waist and I'm holding him against me with the fireplace roaring.
Max claimed he was freezing, and after a couple of minutes I was too. Despite the fact that it was over 100 degrees last Saturday, it was only 40 outside right now. I don't know how it had gotten so cold, but I liked being here. Cuddling with Max.
We had already made it through the first season of Brooklyn 99, and now we're on the second. It's actually a fun show and now I'm not sure why I didn't sit down and watch it with Max earlier.
We're on the second Halloween episode and my jaw just dropped as Captain Holt explains how he duped Jake.
Max laughs at my expression before shutting the T.V. off.
"Wha-?"
He shushes me by putting a single finger to my lips.
"Bedtime." He murmurs, pointing with another finger at the giant analog clock on the wall.
It says 11.
Shit, I guess it is late.
"Ok so let's go." I say, secretly excited to be sleeping in the same bed as Max, again.
Fuck I want him.
Fuck! I want him!
I smile and he smiles.
I loop my fingers through his and walk with him upstairs to our bedroom.
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I know this chapter is super short and I'm sorry, but I really wanted to write a super cute chapter about Max and Casey to contrast with the really sad one coming up.
Oops, spoiler alert.
Love ya!
-AN
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What You Do To Me
Teen FictionCasey is Max's dream boy. But also Max's nightmare. Everything about him is perfect and it drives Max crazy... at least until he confesses his love Casey.
