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It had been a week or so since his and Bradley’s little tryst in Bobby’s van, and Max felt like he was going insane. They had managed to fit in a few heavy makeout sessions in his bed, but they always seemed to be interrupted before it could go any further. However, since then, Bradley had to go back to his family's estate on the other side of the country for some weird annual trip he did, and he found himself, against his better judgment, deeply missing him. He was gone for 5 weeks, and frankly it was going by far too slowly. Now that they had unlocked the intimacy, Max was having a hard time without it.
In fact, the frustration was starting to seep into his everyday life. He was distracted and flighty when he was trying to have conversations and he found himself lost in daydreams while he was supposed to be in class. His dad had even started to question if there was anything on his mind when he saw him last, which Max had quickly shot down. The last thing he needed was his dad finding out about a messy situationship he was having with the man who had used him as a means to cheat against his own son for a trophy.
… Well, when you worded it like that, he could see why his dad might not be fully for it.
He wasn’t even sure what this made them, honestly, they were yet to have that conversation. It didn’t help that Max had a bad habit of trying his best to wind Bradley up every time they spoke, which usually just resulted in them getting in each other's faces, sexual tension rolling off their bodies like a sudden heatwave, and then there was a lot more to do then talk.
He had never thought in a million years that he would ever, ever be interested in someone as vain and egotistical as Bradley. It wasn’t his usual type, he usually went for kind, sweet people who he could bring home to his dad at Christmas. While his dating history was spotty at best, he didn’t have any blemishes on his record. Most of his partners had been short term, and usually ended from something out of their control. But there was an undeniable spark of chemistry that had fizzled between him and Bradley the moment they met in the Bean Scene. He just… had a really punchable face. And well, a kissable one too.
And despite the obvious tension between the two, it didn’t stop everyone from being, frankly, shocked at how things were currently playing out. They had been skating for about 45 minutes now, and finally, the dreaded conversation came up.
“I still can’t believe you two did the dir-tay. The devil's tango, the horizontal—“
“Bobby.” Max groaned, adjusting his helmet a little and rolling his skateboard with one foot. This had been a topic of conversation for the last week, his friends couldn’t seem to get a read on what they were, and honestly, neither could he.
“Have you guys talked since he left?” PJ was sitting on the grass next to the ramps that they liked to skate at, with his girlfriend Mocha by his side, who was playing with his hair. Bobby was busy skating circles around Max on his blades.
“Well, he’s been gone for a couple of days, I got his number before he left, but.. Nothing yet.” He sighed, doing a few kickturns.
“I’m telling you Max, that boy is bad karma. He’s got an air of…” Mocha scrunched up her nose, gesturing wildly into the air like she could pluck the words from the clouds. For someone that was usually remarkably well spoken, this situation seemed to stump her.
“Douche-ness?” Bobby piped in, skating backwards and around him, again.
“Guys. Seriously. He might be a little douchey, but I really do think we have.. something. I don’t know what, but I’m having fun, okay? I can look after myself.” He said, pointedly, flipping up the edge of his board and situating himself on the jump.
“You know you can’t fix him, right?” Max pointedly ignored that sentiment from PJ, and let out a deep and steady breath as he toed his board completely off the ramp.
He loved skating, it felt like a true escape from the chaos of his life, something that he could just turn his mind off and let the bumpiness of pavement roll under him, that he could soar in the air for a few moments with nothing but him and his board. He completed a few jumps, twisting and turning on the ramp, and just letting all the tension drain out of his shoulders. As much as he had been looking forward to the X-Games, it was nice to have skating to himself again and not have to worry about being pitted against people.
He slowed back at the group, where Bobby had sat down on one of the grind rails, and they were all watching him.
He felt his phone buzz in his pocket, and he fished it out, thumbing through the notification and staring at the name that popped up in his phone.
A text from Bradley,
Brad Uppercunt 4:37
Oregon is fucking cold
An innocuous text, but Max instantly felt his cheeks heat up as he stared at his phone. Bradley hadn’t texted him before, even during their week where they had seen each other, and he had no idea why something that really wasn't a big deal, was sending him a little crazy.
“Oooh Maxie, did someone get a scandal-louse photo?” Bobby cooed. “Show us dude, I wanna see whats so rad about this guy.”
“No! Jeez Bob. I’m pretty sure that’s a crime.”
“So it is a nude? Or wait.. A foot pic? Max bro do you like feet? I won’t judge you if you do.”
Max groaned, slipping his phone back into his pocket, not messaging him back yet. He needed some time to think. “No, it’s just a text. I don’t understand the way your brain works man.” He sniggered, gently patting his shoulder as he went to flop over on the grass next to the happy couple. They looked at each other, and Max felt like they were communicating without speaking about how Max was down bad for someone who was supposed to be all of their enemy. He wasn't, definitely not. He wasn't under any illusion that Bradley just wanted to get off, and that was it. Well maybe it was eaiser for him to mark it down as that.
They stayed there for another hour, and thankfully the conversation had veered off from Bradley and onto more generic subjects. He was grateful for his friend’s concern, and even more their company, but his phone felt like a hot rock burning a hole in his pocket and he knew if he didn't reply to it soon, he would see Bradley's screen name in his dreams.
He got back to the dorm around five, Bobby, PJ and Mocha had opted to go hang out at the Bean Scene, and Max made a generic excuse that he wasn’t feeling well. He felt the slow pull of nervousness twisting in his gut as he perched on the side of the bed and pulled out his phone again.
Me 6:05pm
you must feel right at home then ;)
He stared for a moment at his phone, wishing his confidence could radiate from his words into his body. He worried his snakebite with his tongue. For a minute there wasn’t a reply, and Max just flopped back down on his back. He didn’t know why he was so in his head. His phone dinged again.
Brad Uppercunt 6:06pm
Good to know that even through the phone, you still can be annoying
Max grinned, rolling onto his stomach.
Me 6:06pm
you make it easy to be annoying babe
He bit his thumb, looking at the little dots that started and stopped multiple times before a response dinged through again.
Bradley uppercunt 6:08pm
I’m beginning to think you just have a kink for pissing me off
Me 6:08pm
maybe i do
Bradley uppercunt 6:08pm
Wouldn't suprise me at all, Goof
Call me
Max didn’t waste a second before he clicked into his phone app, immediately calling him, and he held his breath until he heard the telltale sound of the ringing stop and the line connecting.
“Max?”
Max hummed in mock agreement, shuffling up his bed so his back was against the wall. “As far as I know, I am the one that owns this number, yeah.”
Max could practically feel him roll his eyes, and it made him grin. He felt the stress of the day for some reason leave his body, which was usually the opposite when he had to interact with Bradley. But he supposed a lot had changed in the last week or so.
“You’re insufferable, Goof.”
“Likewise.”
There was a pause, and Max wished more than anything that he could see his face. This was a new dynamic for them, and he wasn’t quite used to it yet, and seeing his face would make it much easier to navigate.
“So where are you?”
“Oregon, dumbass, didn’t I tell you that? There’s a thing called active listening you might wanna read up on.”
“Ha-ha Brad, I meant where are you? I can hear like, muffled music in the background.”
“Oh, in one of the 17 bedrooms they have here. Dad has a bunch of guys over to play poker, high stakes stuff. Betting investment properties or some shit. And of course, I’m still getting the silent treatment from them.” Bradley voice huffed and peaked through the phone.
“That sucks man.”
Truth be told, that wasn’t something Max could relate to him on. Despite his dad’s boundary issues, he was the most doting and sweet man he had ever known. He would stop at nothing to make sure Max was safe and warm and happy. Bradley didn’t sound like he had that same reassurance to fall back on. It was odd getting some glimpses behind the curtain of Bradley’s life, it was like a puzzle where the pieces seemed to never fit, and the more he figured out, the more the bigger picture seemed to slowly make sense.
“Yeah. It does.” There was another beat of silence. “I did see a cow out here though that looked like you.”
Max snorted. “Oh wow, you really know how to make a man feel special.”
“It just had big stupid brown eyes and long eyelashes.” Bradley defended.
“Ooo I’m swooning, Bradley.”
“Oh you would know if I was trying to make you swoon, Goof.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
There was a pause that felt different to the ones before it, a little more charged, the way it felt when they were there in person. He wanted to crowd him up against a wall and watch him squirm. It was becoming one of his favourite pastimes.
“So… what are you wearing?” Max grinned, it only widened when Bradley let out a noise of indignation.
“Real smooth, Max. Real good.”
“That’s not an answer though Bradley.” He said in a sing song voice.
Bradley seemed reluctant to answer. “I might… still have your shirt. Here.” He mumbled.
Max’s eyebrows shot up. “My spare shirt? And you’re wearing it?”
“Yes. Don’t make a big deal out of it.”
Max wasn’t sure what answer he had expected, but it hadn’t been that. “Send me a photo?” He blurted out.
“A photo? Of me wearing your ratty old shirt?”
“Mmm, yeah.”
Bradley sounded a little confused, but Max heard some shuffling, and soon enough, another ding vibrated his phone. It was just a selfie, Bradley with his eyebrows furrowed. He was cute. The shirt was so casual on him, the last time he had seen him wearing it was after the van. Less loose than it was on him, but still much looser than anything Max had seen him wear.
He smiled to his phone, before he put it back on his ear. “Is it comfy?”
“Yeah, it is. Smells like you.”
Max was so pent up after the week or so of being interrupted by people, and having to try and satisfy himself with memories of Bradley’s skin on his that he found arousal swimming in his gut just from that photo alone. He quickly looked at the alarm clock on the side of his bed. He had a while before the others came back.
“Looks really good on you, pretty boy.”
Bradley seemed to catch onto the change of his tone, and Max was sure he was flushing red from the nickname. “Not fair that you get a picture and I don’t.”
Max rolled his eyes, taking a quick photo of his mouth, getting a good shot of his snakebites and his chest. It was a decent photo, and he knew it wouldn’t take much to rile up Bradley, and he sent it.
Max loved the way he could hear Bradley’s inhale from across the phone line, and he let out a soft sigh. “God your piercings will be the death of me, I swear to fucking god.”
Max jotted that down in his mind, he had been meaning to get some more, he just had been so busy with school that he hadn’t found the time. But this seemed like a great excuse.
“Yeah? You seemed to really like them. Are you lying down, princess?”
He hated how easily that nickname rolled off his tongue. There was just no denying that Bradley had the vibes of a princess, and Bradley seemed to keen when he was called it. If he was a different person, it would be a great piece of ammo against him, but Max didn’t want anyone else to hear the breathy noises that came out of Bradley when he heard the name.
“Mm hm. Yeah I am. Fuck, Max. I missed your voice.” There was nothing sweeter than listening to ‘the’ Bradley, ex king of the campus, fall apart with just his voice alone. He had to admit that it was thrilling, and he pressed his ear ever closer to the receiver so he could try and pick up on any little noises he could.
“Me too. Missed hearing your little gasps.” He teased.
His phone dinged again, and this time he was fully taken aback by the photo, so much so he almost dropped his phone in shock. It was a photo of Bradley gripping his cock through his loose sleep pants, and Max almost drooled at the perfect outline. It was just enough to send him crazy.
“Don’t show anyone that photo or I’ll fucking kill you.” Bradley grumbled.
“Oh never . You think anyone else gets to see you like this? How you get for me? ” Max could barely take his eyes off of it. Max wasn’t inexperienced by any means, but he had never had phone sex, so this was a new waters, but it felt so right.
“Max I want you to touch me so fucking bad.” Bradley sounded annoyed, frustrated, and it made him feel a pang of sympathy for him.
“I would love to touch you baby. But for now touch yourself for me okay? Get your hand nice and wet, pretend it’s me.” Max didn’t know where his dirty mouth came from, if he was being honest. He was usually more or less silent in bed, but something about Bradley’s… Bradley-ness made his mouth run like a motor. And he didn’t want to stop.
He heard some more shuffling on the other end, and Bradley’s voice hitch. He couldn’t help but to palm his own cock through his jeans, but it really wasn’t enough. “Give me a second baby, wanna touch myself with you.” He quickly stripped off his pants, and the relief of the pressure being gone was incredible.
His phone dinged again, and he surely felt like his body was going to set itself on fire. It was a photo of Bradley, hitching up his shirt, hand circled around his cock. His eyes were closed, and he was biting his lip. God fucking damn it , was he arching his back? Man, how this uptight smug little man managed to make his heart beat straight out of his chest he will never know. He was so effortlessly attractive, with that stupid frat boy look, Max loved to mess it up. Make him look unkempt, fucked.
“Princess you’re going to kill me.”
Max decided that he needed to give him a taste of his own medicine. He sent back a photo similar to the second that Bradley sent, in his boxers, with the head of his cock peeking out from the top of his waistband.
Bradley let out an audible moan. “Fuck, Max.” He could hear the telltale sound of Bradley’s hand working away at his cock, and he couldn’t help but take his own out, finally. He would love to feel Bradley’s hand around him, but he would take what he could get. And if that was beating off to photos and his voice, he would.
“Y-you’re such a fucking.. shithead.” Bradley punched out.
“The fuck, man.” Max would love to say that the insult didn’t turn him on, but it really really did, and he twisted his hand around himself, letting out a stuttering breath.
“Stupid.. perfect fucking cock. Can’t stop thinking about it. Never wanted someone more than I want you.”
Max felt a shot of emotion crawl up his throat at the words, and he swore that was the softest thing Bradley had ever said to him. Man he really needed therapy if this was making him emotional. That or they really needed to have a conversation. Either way, he had much better things to do right now.
“You’ve got me, baby. Wish I could touch you now. I would kiss your neck, grab your ass, wouldn't be able to keep my hands off of you.” He purred, closing his eyes and letting himself lose himself in the sensation of his hand, Bradley’s little gasps and groans fully sending him careening towards a cliff.
“Send me another photo?” Bradley asked, and once again Max couldn’t help himself.
“You mean, please, darling?”
“Fucking hell Max! Yes, please send me another photo.”
Max now sent him a full photo of his dick in his hand, something he had admittedly, never done either. God he hoped he wasn’t hooked up to the cloud or whatever.
Whatever embarrassment he felt from taking a photo like that, was quickly replaced with a thrill in his blood when he heard Bradley’s sharp gasp.
“Close, so close Max.”
“Cmon Bradley, so good for me. So good.”
Bradley’s high whine followed by cascade of moans was like music to Max’s ears. He let out a puffed breath from his nose as his body directly decided it was going to follow Bradley directly to the end.
He was so close himself, when his phone dinged again . This time; it was a photo of Brad’s tongue, licking in between his fingers with the hint of a smirk dancing on his mouth, and that’s what did it for him.
Max came hard and breathlessly, arching his back into the bed as he let the sensations fill his body from his fingers and toes. Brad let out a soft laugh, something that so soon after a dizzying orgasm, made his heart flip around in his ribcage like a fucking dummy in a crash test car.
They were silent for a moment, before Brad let out a deep breath. “Thanks Max.” It was a genuine tone of voice that caught Max off guard.
“You’re welcome, babe.” He grinned, grabbing tissues from his side table and mopping up his mess. Ew, he managed to get it on his shirt, so he stripped it off and tossed it towards the laundry bag hamper in the corner of the room. It missed, but hey, he was a skater not a basketballer.
“I gotta go. Apparently the chefs have a five course meal planned, and I need to go have a beer if I have to listen to my dad whinge about the stakes he has in Chipotle going to uncle Damien because he’s shit at reading a poker face.”
“Sure. Sounds thrilling. I’ll talk to you later right?” He hated how vulnerable his voice came across, and there was a moment of silence. He wished more than anything that he could see his face.
“Of course, Goof.”
—
Turns out that their little night of phone sex had broken a dam, and every day they sent photos back and forth. Some were just of Bradley making a face with his family behind him, or of things he was doing, like fishing on a boat on a lake; or even more simply, photos of the moon. It was sweet, and Max hated how much he looked forward to it.
Of course; there were also plenty of scandalous photos, and plenty of dirty talk that filled his nights. Bradley had also taken to taking suggestive photos and sending them to him while he was in class, sending him into a bit of a head spin.
And while he now had an amazing catalog of photos of Bradley in various positions, he still desperately missed the contact.
He had gone out the day after their first phone session to get his tongue pierced as a surprise for Bradley when he got back. It wasn’t for another month, so by then it should be healed and in, well, a perfect condition to use. Granted; it wasn’t only for Bradley, he had wanted one for a while, but with Bradley on his mind most days, it was easy to make the correlation.
The day came slower than Max could have ever expected, and Brad wasn’t coming back until late that night, and the whole day he was restless. Bobby and PJ were playing Mario Kart for most of the day, and Max was sitting on the bed and trying his hardest to read for class.
“Isn’t this the day that your little boytoy comes back?” Bobby voiced during one round of D.K summit, letting out a groan as he flew off the side of the track. "Dude!"
Max scoffed. “Yeah, but it’s not til like, after 2am.” He scrawled down a note, but his heart wasn’t in it. He was pretty sure he had read the same sentence over and over.
“Bummer dude. I’m starting to like him a little.”
Max had shown his best friends some of the photos Bradley had sent him, (not the sexual ones, obviously) but the ones of him making stupid faces with his family or even the few he sent of him using cat filters with his baby niece, and both of them had softened, a little at least.
“See! He’s not all cold and sharp. He’s just.. hard to work out.”
“You know we support you, no matter what.” PJ piped up, letting out a whoop of joy when he just skirted around Bobby and past the finish line first.
The rest of the night went without much fuss. Max joined in with the Mario Kart marathon to distract himself, and PJ went to spend the night at his girlfriend's dorm. Meanwhile, Bobby passed out in the gaming chair by the desk, smears of cheese from the pizza they had for dinner on his cheek. Max eventually helped him into bed, tucking the sheets up to his chin and the redhead mumbled something about him being a rad dude, before he passed out again.
Max laid in bed, relentlessly scrolling through his social media, without really looking at anything. He got a notification from his phone from Bradley sometime around 2:30am.
Brad 🖤 2:31am
Touched down
I swear my parents could have afforded something a little nicer than a red eye
Guess I’m still in the bad books
Me 2:32am
yay!! :3
how long til you’re back at the dorm?
Brad 🖤 2:32am
probably another half hour
If Max could curse the god of time he would, because it was as if he hadn’t waited patiently for 5 weeks, only to have to wait another 30 minutes. He had sworn to himself that he would wait until the morning, but he felt as though he was going to vibrate out of his body if he didn’t get to at the very least dig his head into Bradley’s neck.
It was almost exactly 30 minutes later then Max’s ears pricked up at the sound of rolling suitcase wheels, and an opening and closing door out in the hallway. He waited another 10 minutes, desperately listening out to any other signs of movement, when he heard the telltale squeak of the washroom door.
He quickly got up, seizing this opportunity, padding down the hallway and into the washroom. Luckily for him, it was Brad, who was in the middle of splashing his face with water.
He was dressed far more casually than usual, in gray sweatpants and a far too oversized red jumper, he looked amazing.
He toweled off his face, catching a glimpse of Max as he slung it over one of the dedicated racks, eyebrows shooting up in surprise. Max slid up behind him, wrapping his arms around his body and peering at him through the mirror.
“Hey handsome.”
Bradley blinked down at him, and Max was right when he had thought he was going to lose his mind when the flush crawled up his cheeks. “Max? Couldn’t wait until the morning before assaulting me huh?”
“We are gonna have to have a serious talk if your wires are so crossed that you think being called handsome and hugged is assault Bradley.” He grinned, pressing small butterfly kisses to his neck, and the brunette rolled his eyes.
Bradley would deny it, but Max saw the way the corners of his mouth twitched upwards, as he maneuvered so he was backed up against the sink, and Max caged him in with his arms. “You’re lucky you’re so damn attractive.” He sighed in feigned exasperation.
Max chuckled, looking up at him with half lidded eyes. “I have a surprise for you.” He said in a singsong voice, and Bradley arched a perfectly manicured thick eyebrow.
Max lent up to kiss him, at first just a shallow, fleeting kiss. Nevertheless, the contact made him ache for more. “I have to let you know Max, I don’t know if I consider that a surprise.”
Max didn’t dignify that with a response, and once again pulled him into a kiss that was a lot more open mouths and wandering tongue, just what Max had been craving for these past 5 weeks. Bradley’s hands slipped around his back, settling into the kiss, until he apparently felt it. He jerked back in shock, and grabbed Max’s jaw, tapping his fingers on his cheek to get him to open up. Max smirked, sticking out his tongue and showing him the newly acquired, and newly healed silver ball, much to Bradley’s shock.
“Is that- fuck Max you got a fucking tongue piercing?”
He shrugged. “Wanted one for ages. You’re just the lucky one who gets to experience it first.”
Bradley stared at his tongue, before his eyes flicked back up to his, and Max noticed they were a shade or so darker. He didn’t reply, he just lurched forward and kissed him hard, so much so that he stumbled back a few steps. Before he knew what was happening, his feet had lifted off the ground, the palms of Bradley’s warm hands on the backs of his thighs, and Max instinctually wrapped his legs around his torso. He broke the kiss with a gasp, as Bradley backed them into one of the shower stalls. “Dude-“
“I go to the gym all the time, Max, I could probably bench press you.” Bradley snickered. “You weigh nothing.”
Max’s stomach flipped over and over, and despite how much he liked reducing Bradley to a whiny, panting mess, having this knowledge on hand, he would be sure to use it to his advantage. Bradley kicked the door closed, and Max reached around them to lock it.
They made out against the wall of the stall for a little longer, soaking each other in like they were starving. It was hot, and heavy and Max was beginning to lose focus on why they had come here in the first place.
He unwound his arms from Bradley’s neck, and his legs, dropping to the ground. He grabbed the collar of his sweater, and spun them around so Bradley was up against the wall. He pressed his lips against the skin of his jaw, his hands wandering down his body, feeling over the dips and curves of his body. “You had a long flight. Let me look after you, hm?”
Bradley grumbled in response, like he wanted to retort to that, but couldn’t, thumping his head back against the wall as Max sucked a small hickey into the junction between his neck and his shoulder. He liked getting his teeth on Bradley, scraping them down, watching him shudder and all his muscles tense. He was really damn easy to read. His hand snaked down his body until it got to his crotch, and he gently cupped Bradley’s half hard cock through the sweatpants. He groaned, running his hand down Max’s arm and squeezing. “Feel better than your own hand?”
“Shut up Max, you know the answer to that.”
He slid to his knees suddenly, glad that as a skateboarder, his knees were about as used to that motion as they could be. Lucky for him, Bradley’s pants were nowhere near as constricting as those god damn compression shorts he had been wearing last time, and he could easily pull them down to his thighs. He nuzzled into the crease of his hip by his boxers, and let out a satisfied sigh. “You smell so good.”
“I’ve been on a plane for 8 hours, how on earth do I smell good?”
“You just… smell like you.” He muffled against the fabric. Max didn’t bother to look up to see his reaction, he instead hooked his fingers in the boxers, dragging them down about as far as the sweatpants were.
Bradley experimentally ran his fingers through Max’s hair, letting out a gentle sigh.
“Cmon Max. I thought you said you were going to look after me?” He said in a mocking copy of how Max had said it earlier.
“If you keep that up I’m going to make you wait even longer before you feel my tongue piercing on your cock.” It was an empty threat, but it seemed to shut Bradley up.
He pumped him a few times, watching deliciously as he stiffened fully in his hand. He leaned over, and went straight for the kill by dragging the flat of his tongue up his shaft. Bradley jolted, letting out a long moan. “Oh fuck.”
Max hummed, looking up at him, “You’re so sensitive.” He smirked, cocking his head in a way that he knew would piss Bradley off just a little.
“I’ve never had someone with a fucking tongue piercing suck me off, Jesus. Sue me, it feels good.”
Max laughed, before he took a deep breath, and decided there was nothing better than to just go for it. He had to admit, he wasn’t the most experienced with blowjobs, but what he lacked in experience with this specific niche, he decidedly made up for in enthusiasm. He used any opportunity he could to drag the ball on his tongue along the most sensitive parts of his cock, which he was rewarded by Bradley curling his hand in his hair and groaning. He occasionally broke off to mouth at his balls, seeing if he could get a reaction from the cool metal there too.
Max had just gotten his groove, when he heard the telltale squeak of the washroom door swing open, and they both froze.
The guy padded over to the sink, and turned it on. It sounded like he was brushing his teeth. Ironic considering where they were. Max idly wondered where his toothbrush was.
Max locked eyes with Bradley, who was staring at him with a manic kind of expression that Max found amusing.
His brain seemed to kick back in though, and he swore Bradley saw the glint in his eye, because he started mouthing ‘don’t you dare—‘ before Max took the opportunity to slide as far as he could onto his cock, still looking into his eyes. He swallowed, nice and deep around him, constricting his throat. Brad tried to hold in the choked out sound Max could tell was threatening to bubble out of his lips. He slid up, and then down, frustrating slowly, so the noise from the movement would be minimal. Bradley’s grip in his hair was now almost uncomfortable, but if anything it urged him on. He took deep and slow breaths out his nose, and to Bradley’s horror it seemed, this man seemed to value dental hygiene, because over a minute and a half had passed.
He looked like he was going to lose his mind, his face flushed such a deep shade of red Max wondered if he was going to pass out.
However, he only had to endure another 30 seconds before the man spat into the sink and made his way out of the washroom.
As soon as he was sure that they were safe again, Bradley let out a deep, pent up sounding moan. “You little fucker. ” He growled, and Max popped off his length to laugh.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.” His throat felt a little raw, but he liked the way he rasped out his words. He could get used to this. Get Bradley to teach him all the little tricks he had used on him. He liked a little friendly competition.
“I can’t believe you just, fuck. You’re a ballsy motherfucker Max.” He breathed, now grabbing the base of his cock, looking down at Max and he leant into it, curious to see what he would do.
He rested the tip of his cock on his bottom lip, smearing some of his precum over them like a twisted form of lip gloss, tutting his tongue. “Open wide, tongue out.”
Max did as he was told, sitting pretty on his knees, making sure he was looking at Bradley the whole time.
Bradley started to rock his hips gently into his mouth, and Max shuffled forward a bit on his knees. He could take a lot more than that. “So eager.” He murmured.
Max let his mouth be used, and he could feel a flush high in his cheeks, enjoying watching Bradley through his lashes. He casually reached down to stroke himself in time with Bradley’s thrusts, letting out small punched out puffs of air.
“Close, fuck you look so good like this.”
Max hummed low in his throat, speeding up the pace of his hand.
Bradley’s body seized up, and he let out a breathy, whingy moan. and Max closed his eyes as he felt ropes of cum decorate his face, some streaks landing on his tongue, and others on his cheek.
He, being the little shit that he apparently was, swiped some off of his cheek, sucking them into his mouth and winking at him.
Bradley let out a shaky sigh, and that smile he did, the one he saw so rarely that was kind and genuine. “Come here.” He tucked himself haphazardly back into his pants, stroking his hand down the side of his face.
Max took his hand off his dick somewhat reluctantly, standing up with a bounce to his heels and leaning up into him, grinning as he brushed his nose with the older man. “Miss me?”
“Annoyingly, yeah.” Bradley’s hand took over his, and Max buried his face into his neck, breathing in his scent as he stroked him, letting his mind just focus on the nice warm sensation of his hand. He had such soft danity hands, it felt incredible.
He was so used to getting off fast and hard lately, the build was sweet, and his orgasm washed over him like deep pulsing in his blood, smoothing over his vision, letting Bradley’s name fall from his lips like a prayer. His name came with most of his orgasms these days.
Bradley managed to catch most of it with his hand, and he reached over to turn the shower on to rinse his hand, before wiping the wet hand on Max’s shirt, to his chagrin. But Bradley just grinned, circling his arms around him and holding him close. Max felt the tiredness finally seep into his bones, and he decided he could care less.
“Brad?”
“Mm?”
“I wanna keep doing this with you. But. Like, in a serious way.” He mumbled into his neck, eyes still closed. He focused on the pretty patterns swirling behind his eyes, instead of letting his body fill with dread at his response. This felt right, he didn’t know why, but he felt like some kind of invisible string tied them to each other and he knew Brad could feel the pull as well.
All he felt was a gentle exhale. “Is that your way of asking if you wanna be my boyfriend or something, Goof?”
“Well, something like that.” He turned his head into his chest, enjoying the warm scratch of the sweater.
“Yeah, okay. Sure. Can we discuss it more in the morning though? I’m fucking wiped.”
He grinned, unable to help it, he felt happy, a buzzing giggly sort of happy, even if he knew this wasn't the end of the conversation, that there was a lot to unpack and a lot more boundaries to set, for now he let himself feel it.