Firsts
by Tasyfa
Category:
Max/Liz/Michael;
includes slash.
Rating:
NC-17
Summary:
Spoilers
to VLV. After their trip to Vegas,
Max and Liz got back together and Michael and Maria broke up.
Alex/Isabel and Kyle/Tess are also together. One unseasonably warm late
spring night, Max and Michael discover that their feelings run deeper after all.
Author’s
E-mail: tasyfa@yahoo.com
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Artist: Melodious1
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Chapter
1
Isabel was having
another girls’ night at the Evans house. After
greeting Liz with a lingering kiss Max escaped the estrogen fest in the Jeep,
heading for Michael’s.
“Hey,
Max. I take it they arrived?”
Michael glanced up as the front door opened.
His eyes quickly returned to the hockey game in progress.
“Yeah.
Not exactly how I’d pictured Liz being in my house while my parents
were away,” he replied wryly.
“Thinking
more horizontally, without all of the company?” Michael offered
sympathetically. Max grabbed a soda
from the fridge, dropped his backpack on the floor beside the couch and he sat
down. He held the cold can to his
forehead before popping it open.
“Yeah.
I was kind of hoping we’d—you know,” Max confessed.
Michael raised his eyebrows.
“Really.
You’re that close to doing the deed?”
Max
reddened and replied in a low voice, “Yeah.”
He took a swig of his soda then placed it on the coffee table.
“So…does
Liz give good head?” Michael asked mischievously.
Max leaned back, closing his eyes as he remembered that afternoon.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Liz
dragged Max into the eraser room at the beginning of their lunch period.
As soon as the door was locked she launched herself into his arms,
fastening her mouth on his.
Max
staggered back as he caught her, his hands cupping her buttocks to hold her
against him. He opened his mouth
under Liz’s onslaught and her tongue snaked inside.
Max
slid his hands up Liz’s body to knead her breasts.
He trailed hot kisses down her neck then suddenly bent her back, lifting
her sweater to close his mouth over her nipple.
Liz gasped as the sensation zinged through her.
He alternated between her nipples, sucking and lightly biting.
Her
feet were back on the floor now, and Max unzipped her pants.
He slipped his hand inside her panties, finding her as wet as he had
expected. Max rammed two fingers
into her, feeling her shudder as he began to stroke her rhythmically.
Liz
was letting out faint moans, helpless to stay completely quiet.
Max pulled her head back up to cover her mouth with his, swallowing her
sounds as Liz rode his hand. His
thumb pressed against her clitoris in excruciatingly exact circles, and he felt
her inner muscles clench around his fingers as her orgasm ripped through her.
When
she had stopped shaking, Max withdrew his hand and licked his fingers clean.
Liz smiled, looking up at him through a veil of dark lashes.
The next thing he knew, she was on her knees in front of him with his
cock in her mouth.
Max
tangled his hands in Liz’s hair, fighting to keep from pushing her head as he
avidly watched her lips slide up and down the length of his cock, gaining a
little more ground each time. He
knew she could not quite take all of him—they were still pretty new at
this—but he didn’t care, it felt so damn good.
Max
could feel the tightening in his balls that meant he was getting close.
Liz knew it too, and decided to try something.
She put one hand through his legs and gently slid her finger down the
cleft of his ass to its puckered entrance, pausing there.
Max
felt her lightly tracing circles and it pushed him over the edge.
He exploded into her throat, biting his lip to hold in his moans.
Liz swallowed rapidly, gulping down every drop.
Only when he was completely spent did her warm mouth withdraw.
They
shared a kiss, tasting themselves on each other’s lips, then rearranged their
clothing and headed for the cafeteria.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
“Amazing,”
Max finally replied. Michael was
amused as he noticed Max’s clenched jaw, and the sudden tent effect in his
black Bermuda shorts.
“You
know, you didn’t need to relive it to answer the question,” he snickered.
Max turned even redder and punched his arm.
“Sorry.
It was just this afternoon,” he smirked.
Michael punched him back, grinning. All
this talk of Max getting blowjobs combined with his friend’s obvious hard-on
was making Michael feel a little strange.
“Yeah,
yeah, rub it in, now that I’m single. Mind
if I take my shirt off?”
“It’s
your place, do what you want. I’m
going to. It’s too damn hot for
April. What happened to your fan?”
Max asked as he peeled off his black T-shirt.
“I
haven’t gotten around to fixing it yet. There’s
still the one in the bedroom, but it’s not portable, so it doesn’t do us
much good out here. Too bad you
couldn’t stay in your air-conditioned house,” Michael answered as he removed
his own T-shirt.
“When
did you start working out, Michael? You
look great! I guess I haven’t seen
you without a shirt for a while since we don’t have P. E. together this
semester.”
“I’ve
been at it for a few months now. I
picked up one of those bars, like the one you’ve got, but I hardly use it
because I’m not sure I’m doing the pull-ups the right way,” Michael said
self-consciously.
“Put
it up and I’ll show you,” Max offered enthusiastically.
Michael groaned inwardly. He
should have known better than to say anything.
He’d known that Max would insist not only on demonstrating, but also on
spotting while Michael worked out too, even in this heat.
A tiny voice whispered, ’But you want him to be proud of you, don’t you?
He’s the reason you got into shape in the first place, because you’re
supposed to be a warrior, and warriors aren’t flabby.’
“Yeah,
all right,” he agreed aloud. He
went to get the bar from the closet, fitting it into the holders that were
screwed into the doorframe of his bedroom.
Max
stood up, draining the last of his soda. He
tossed the can in the recycling bin under the sink and did some stretches before
joining Michael.
“Got
it up? Good,” Max approved.
Michael choked back a laugh. He
didn’t know the half of it! Michael
wasn’t sure if it was the ridiculously early summer heat or what, but Max’s
proximity was making his head spin and his blood rush tonight—and a good deal
of it was rushing there
.
Max
stepped into the doorway and wrapped his hands around the bar.
“Just watch me, Michael. And
do some stretches, too; you don’t want to be sore tomorrow,” he advised.
He lifted his feet and began his first set of pull-ups.
Michael
watched in fascination as the muscles in Max’s arms and chest rippled with
each up and down motion. He
completed his first set, rested for a moment, then started another.
Michael stretched while continuing to watch Max.
There was the sheen of sweat on his torso now, which only served to
emphasize his incredible definition.
Wonder
how salty he would taste? Michael’s
mind wandered. He jerked it back
into reality. What
the fuck is wrong with me? Max is my
best friend. I am not gay; I enjoyed
making out with Maria way too much to be gay.
And Max belongs to Liz anyway.
’But
he loved you first,’ the
little voice told him. Michael
shrugged. While that was true, it
was also irrelevant. He’d never
had these—urges—towards any other guy, and he would bet that Max had never
had them at all. Especially not with
Liz’s apparently magic mouth. He
felt himself harden even more as he conceived a mental image of Liz going down
on Max. Michael shook his head,
trying to concentrate; Max had finished and was putting his feet back on the
floor. Michael passed him a small
towel and a cold Cherry Coke.
“Thanks,
Michael,” he said, wiping his face with the towel before opening the soda and
gulping some down. “Your turn.”
Hesitantly,
Michael wrapped his hands around the bar and started.
Max’s voice interrupted.
“You
were right; you’re doing it the wrong way.
Here, turn around and I’ll place you properly,” Max instructed.
Feeling lightheaded, Michael complied, ducking under the bar and turning
his back towards Max.
Max
came up behind him and took his hands, positioning them on the bar.
As he bent to demonstrate how to lift his legs, Max lost his balance and
grabbed the bar to catch himself. He
collided with Michael’s back, the entire front of him pressed against Michael.
They
both felt an electric shock travel through their bodies from the abrupt contact.
He had been quiescent, but Max grew rock hard again, and he knew damn
well that Michael would be able to feel the change since his groin was pressed
against his best friend’s ass.
“Sorry,”
Max apologized, his voice sounding strained.
“Lost my balance. So,
here’s how you lift your feet.” He knelt this time, grasping Michael’s
bare foot and showing him what to do. Michael
nodded and lifted his other foot, then began his set of pull-ups.
Max
stood back up and moved off a bit, wondering what the hell was wrong with him.
Was his frustrated desire for Liz spilling onto the first body he came
into physical contact with? He
watched the newly developed muscles in Michael’s back flex.
Max’s eyes drifted lower, admiring the firm curve of his ass in the
cut-off jean shorts. The frayed
bottoms highlighted the muscles in his thighs.
Max shook his head violently.
Michael
is my best friend! I know I’m
straight, so why am I looking at him like that?
Why do I want to run my hands over his skin, feel how his body is
different from mine? Why am I
thinking about what it would be like to…
Max
turned off his internal monologue savagely.
His knees felt weak, and when he spoke his voice was husky.
“I
think that’s enough for tonight, Michael.
You don’t want to overdo it.”
Michael
lowered his feet and stood up. He
left the bar in place and grabbed the towel Max had used, running it over his
face and neck. It smelled like Max,
spicy and musky with an odd hint of sweetness.
The scent ignited another rush of desire and Michael fought the urge to
moan.
It
must be this fucking heat wave. The
last one we had was when I got together with Maria, which was almost as insane
as this is, he
thought to himself.
Max
had retreated to the couch, where he was staring at the TV and sipping his
Cherry Coke. Michael decided to give
them both a break.
“Hey,
I’m going to have a quick shower and then hit the sack.
I’m beat,” he declared. Max
nodded, his attention seemingly fixed on the hockey game.
Michael gulped down some orange juice from the carton in the fridge then
headed for the bathroom.
Used
to living alone, he neglected to close the door all the way.
Max heard the water start, and Michael singing incoherently.
Eventually the singing stopped. A
few moments later, Max could hear soft, rhythmic grunts.
It dawned on him that Michael was literally taking things into his own
hands in the shower.
Max
swallowed at the image his recalcitrant mind painted of Michael standing in the
stream of hot water, steam rising around him as he worked his cock with his own
hand. Would
he make the same noises if… Max
groaned and decided that by the time Michael got out of the shower, he was going
to at least look like he was asleep.
Max
arranged himself comfortably on the couch, pulling off his shorts so he was just
wearing boxers. Obviously he had no
need of blankets, so he just settled into the pillow.
The only part of him that was still uncomfortable was the insistent
throbbing between his legs. He
sighed. Later, after Michael’s asleep,
he told himself.
With that promise, he relaxed enough to fall asleep.
Michael
emerged from the bathroom still damp, with a towel wrapped around his waist.
He was about to say something when he realized that Max was asleep.
Max usually slept on his stomach, but it was all too obvious to Michael
why he wasn’t now, with the way his boxers were standing out from his body.
He
took advantage of the opportunity to look at Max.
His arms were flung over his head, emphasizing his chest muscles as he
breathed. One leg was bent, leaning
against the back of the couch. His
head was turned to one side. Michael
marveled at how long his eyelashes were; he had never noticed them before.
Max’s face looked beautiful as he slept.
So innocent.
Michael’s
gaze traveled hungrily down Max’s body. The
pose was driving him nuts. Max was
lying openly, trustingly. He focused
on one chestnut-colored nipple, wondering how Max’s skin would taste, how
different it would be from Maria’s soft breasts.
He let out a strangled whimper and fled into his bedroom, flinging
himself on the bed. What is going on with me? Max
is not only my best friend, he’s a guy! Just
stop it already, he
told himself.
But
the image of Max, so open and vulnerable, so available, would not go away.
Michael punched his pillow a few times and finally relaxed enough to
drift off to sleep, his new fantasies about Max following him into dreamland.
Max
woke slowly sometime in the middle of the night, disoriented for a moment by the
oppressive heat. He opened his eyes
and it all came flooding back to him. He
was at Michael’s and he still had a raging hard-on because he had been
thinking about getting it on with his best— male
—friend. Right.
Max
staggered to the bathroom to relieve himself.
On the way back he could not resist peering into Michael’s room.
His breath caught in his throat at what he saw.
Michael
was curled on his side, facing away from Max.
He had been in such haste to get to bed that he had still been wearing
just the towel from his shower, which had long since unwrapped itself.
Max’s eyes roamed Michael’s body, noting all the new muscles.
His eyes lingered on his firm buttocks.
Liz had such a cute little ass. Michael’s
was more substantial. He wondered if
Michael would like what Liz had done to him yesterday.
With
a muffled gasp, Max pulled his mind away from those images and practically ran
back to the couch. His groin was
aching now and he recalled his earlier promise to himself.
Now seems like a good time,
he thought as he pulled
his boxers off, dropping them on the floor.
Max closed his eyes as he began to stroke himself.
He didn’t want it to be over too fast; he was too worked up for that to
give him any real satisfaction. So
he started very slowly, just dragging his fingers along his velvet skin, and
gradually progressed from there.
Muffled
or not, Max’s gasp had been enough to wake Michael from his restless sleep.
He was not quite sure what he had heard, but he was wickedly thirsty.
He stood up, realizing that he had basically gone to bed nude but
figuring that it wouldn’t matter, Max was out like a light.
He stretched, catlike, then padded out to the kitchen, still naked.
Michael
had his hand on the fridge door handle when he froze at the sound of a soft moan
from the couch. Silently Michael
walked over, to be greeted by the sight of a gloriously nude Max.
The
moonlight streaming in the window where part of the sheet had fallen down
outlined Max’s body in silver. His
eyes were closed, his mouth open as he panted for breath.
One hand was over his head still, clutching at the pillow; the other had
a firm grip on his cock.
Driven
beyond endurance, Michael dropped to his knees in front of his best friend.
He was desperately afraid: of being rejected, of what this would do to
their friendship; of what it meant about himself.
But he could not stop the words that came tumbling out of his mouth.
“Max.
Let me,” Michael offered hoarsely.
Max opened his eyes to find his best friend staring at the tip of his
cock, which sparkled with the first drops of pre-come.
Max swallowed at the hunger he saw in Michael’s face.
So he wasn’t the only one that had been affected, that was having
inappropriate thoughts.
“Michael,”
he groaned, intending to tell him no. But
Max’s body had other ideas. He sat
up and spread his legs. Michael
moved in between them and met Max’s eyes.
They had been able to read each other for so long; they were so close.
Both knew that this would change everything for good.
But they also knew that both of them wanted it.
Michael
broke their eye contact and bent his head to Max’s groin.
His tongue flickered out, catching that bit of pre-come.
It tasted salty-sweet, with the added spice of Max’s sweat.
Carefully Michael slid his lips down Max’s cock, drawing it into his
mouth. Max closed his eyes and
clenched his fists at his sides when Michael’s lips touched the base of his
erection. He held himself perfectly
still, just like he did for Liz, as Michael began to suck.
Michael
knew that Max had gotten himself pretty close.
He was a little amused by his absolute lack of movement.
He withdrew his mouth.
“Max.
Look at me,” Michael ordered softly.
Max’s eyes drifted open, his long eyelashes partially veiling his gaze.
He was so damn sexy!
“First
thing is, I want you to watch,” Michael continued, smugly watching the desire
flare in Max’s amber gaze. “Second
thing is, Max, you know damn well I’ve got a big mouth.
I can take it. Just,”
Michael ran his tongue around the head of Max’s cock, “Just let go.”
Max
gasped as he watched Michael take his entire cock into his mouth and start
sucking. He held still for a few
more moments, until the exquisite sensations from Michael’s increasing pace
snapped Max’s control. His fists
unclenched and he gripped Michael’s hair as he began to thrust into his mouth,
feeling the tip of his cock slap against the back of Michael’s throat.
Michael
sucked for all he was worth. Max
felt and tasted so incredible. Somehow
he had known that deep-throating him would drive him insane.
He felt a rush of satisfaction that he had dissolved Max’s
self-control, and gloried in having Max’s hands in his hair, pushing him
deeper.
Max
was almost there when Michael reached down and caressed the sensitive skin right
behind his balls. He stiffened as
his orgasm flashed through him, shooting right down Michael’s throat.
He cried out, “Michael! Oh,
God, Michael.”
Michael
continued to suck, gently now, until Max’s body had nothing left to give.
Only then did he reluctantly allow his limp cock to slide from his mouth.
Michael looked up at Max with an arrogant smile.
Max
met his eyes, blushing a little as he registered the smile.
He placed one hand on either side of Michael’s face, giving him lots of
time to pull away, and leaned forward.
Michael
closed his eyes as Max’s lips met his in a gentle kiss.
It felt strange; his mouth was so different from Maria’s generous lips.
But Michael opened his mouth to the gentle insistence of Max’s tongue.
Max
swirled his tongue against Michael’s, then explored his mouth, deepening the
kiss. Carefully Max slid off the
couch to kneel with Michael, their chests pressed together as they continued to
kiss.
Michael’s
head was swimming under the onslaught of Max’s tongue.
The thought flashed through his mind that he must thank Liz for teaching
him to kiss like this. He stiffened
momentarily, then Max’s hands began to roam and Michael pushed away all
thoughts of Liz and everyone else.
Max
was feeling dizzy and feverish. Michael
tasted like orange juice and
Michael
was wobbly even on his knees now. “Max!”
he hissed. “I’m gonna fall
over!” Max chuckled against his
chest, and Michael felt a shock of desire run through him at the delicious
sound.
“Lie
back on the couch, then, Michael,” he invited, moving out of the way.
Michael swallowed and took the suggestion.
Max stretched out beside him, his free hand idly rubbing Michael’s
nipples. He licked Michael’s ear
lobe, sucking on it as his hand wandered Michael’s torso and thighs, carefully
avoiding his groin.
Michael
moaned. Max’s teasing after his
earlier abandon was driving him crazy. He
moaned again as Max bit his throat.
“Maxwell,
when did you turn into such an asshole?” he panted.
Max laughed.
“You’d
be surprised how much you can learn in bed when you’re not actually having
sex. I adore teasing Liz.
I love watching her fall to pieces at my touch,” Max gloated.
Michael felt a pang of guilt and Max saw it in his eyes.
“Don’t,
Michael. It’ll be OK.
Don’t worry,” he whispered, bringing his mouth back to Michael’s
for a deep kiss. Their tongues
dueled for dominance; as always, Max won. He
drew back and smiled wickedly.
“I
knew how to give a great handjob long before Liz entered the picture,” he
breathed as his wandering hand finally closed around Michael’s hard cock.
Max explored it with gentle fingers, learning its contours as he kissed
Michael again.
Michael
was drowning in sensation, trying to breathe as Max’s lips moved down his
chest. Max licked each nipple,
flicking his tongue at the hardening tips, and then sucked one into his mouth.
His hand stopped the freeform stroking and formed a tight ring around
Michael’s cock. Max began to move
his hand up and down, settling into a fast rhythm.
Michael closed his eyes as his hips automatically helped, thrusting his
cock through Max’s tight grip.
Max
suddenly bit Michael’s nipple and he jumped, pleasure mingling with the slight
pain. Michael was breathing in
ragged gasps now as Max transferred his attention to the other nipple, licking
and biting. Helplessly Michael
threaded his fingers in Max’s hair. At
last Max kissed him again.
“I
know you’re close, Michael,” Max whispered against his lips, his hazel eyes
burning into Michael’s brown ones. “Let
go; I want to feel you come all over me.”
He nibbled on Michael’s bottom lip, never moving his gaze.
The fierce determination and desire there combined with his hard stroking
to send Michael spiraling out of control.
“Max!”
he cried out as he spurted onto Max’s stomach and chest.
Max grunted as the hot liquid splashed onto his skin and recaptured
Michael’s lips for a gentle kiss. He
continued to stroke until Michael’s cock was quiescent.
He smiled at Michael.
“
“You’d
better go shower,” he replied, smiling broadly at the sight of Max’s torso.
Max looked down at himself.
“Like
that, do you? Seeing me marked as
your territory?” Max asked huskily. Michael
swallowed and nodded. Max pressed
his lips against Michael’s, forcing his mouth open and thrusting his tongue
inside. Almost immediately he
withdrew, and flashed Michael a brilliant smile as he stood up.
“I’ll
just be a few minutes,” Max called over his shoulder as he made his way to the
bathroom for a quick shower.
Michael
discovered that he was capable of movement after all, and went to his room for a
pair of boxers. He dropped Max’s
on the bathroom floor on the way back; Max hadn’t bothered to close the door
even a token amount. Michael paused
for a moment, admiring Max’s silhouette against the shower curtain.
Max
smiled to himself, knowing that Michael was watching him.
He deliberately moved in a provocative manner, keeping Michael’s eyes
glued to him as he slowly washed himself.
Michael
finally quit his staring and went into the kitchen, snapping on the light as he
grabbed the carton of orange juice from the fridge.
He was about to drink from it when it occurred to him that Max always
handed him a glass. Grumbling at his
sudden need to please Max, Michael got out a glass and poured juice into it,
replacing the carton in the fridge. He
went and sat on the couch, deep in thought.
Max
turned off the water and opened the curtain to reach for a towel.
There wasn’t one, Michael had not replaced the one he had worn earlier.
He rolled his eyes.
“Hey,
Michael, could I get a towel, please?” he called, startling Michael out of his
thoughts.
“Yeah,
sure. Hold on a sec,” Michael
replied, getting a towel from the closet and bringing it to Max.
He took it and noticed the juice in Michael’s other hand.
“When
did you start using a glass, Michael?” he asked, amused.
He started towel-drying his hair. Michael
watched him, mesmerized by the play of light on his wet skin.
When there was no answer to his question, Max stopped rubbing his hair
and pulled the towel around his shoulders.
“Michael?
You OK?” he asked. Michael
forced his gaze up to Max’s eyes.
“Yeah.
I’m—I’m fine. I
just—Max, you’re…beautiful,” he blurted out.
Max looked down self-consciously, his cheeks reddening.
“Thank
you. You’re not so bad
yourself,” he teased gently. He
noticed that Michael looked a little uncomfortable.
“Come here.” Hesitantly,
Michael stepped into his embrace.
“It’s
OK, Michael. There’s no need to
feel guilty,” Max murmured soothingly, stroking Michael’s back.
He relaxed against Max’s shoulder.
“Look, Michael, when do you work tomorrow?”
“Um,
close. How about you?”
“Also
close. So, why don’t we just go to
sleep and we can talk in the morning, all right?” Max pulled his head back to
look at Michael, searching his eyes. Michael
nodded, smiling a little. Max smiled
back and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
“Max,
do you…do you want to come sleep with me?” he offered.
Max chuckled and cupped Michael’s face.
“I
have it on good authority that I’m clingy and I crowd when sharing a bed, and
it’s way too hot for that tonight. The
couch is fine, but thank you. Can I
have a swig of your OJ?”
Michael
handed him the glass and Max took a large swallow before giving it back, nodding
his thanks.
“In
the morning then,” Michael stated. Max
smiled.
“Yeah,
in the morning. Night, Michael.”
“Night,
Max.” Michael placed his empty
glass in the kitchen sink, then flicked the light off and went back to bed.
Max finished drying himself off and followed suit, stretching out on the
couch. Both had so many thoughts and
feelings swirling around inside their heads that they were exhausted.
It did not take long for each to fall asleep.
Chapter
2
Max
stretched and rolled over, landing with a thud.
He opened his eyes to stare at Michael’s floor, realizing where he was.
He groaned and sat on the couch, his head in his hands, remembering what
had transpired in the middle of the night. It
had seemed like the most natural thing in the world at the time, but in the
light of day…Max was not sure what to think or how to feel about it.
Well,
first things first. Was it a
one-time thing, a moment of insanity? Max
thought about what had happened and smiled wryly at his body’s swelling
response. Not a one-time thing,
then. Was he in love with Michael?
No, he felt exactly the same towards him as always, except for the
addition of physical desire. Michael
was his best friend, and Max loved him as such.
It wasn’t really a romantic feeling at all.
No,
the person whom he loved romantically was Liz, and therein lay the problem.
Max and Michael had crossed a boundary and they could not step back over
the line. But there was no way that
Max was going to give up Liz, especially after all they had endured to be
together. She was his soul mate, his
other half. He would never let her
go.
He
needed to find a way to keep them both.
Michael
entered the living room, having come to basically the same conclusion while
staring at his bedroom ceiling. He
didn’t want to lose Max, but he recognized that if there had to be a choice,
Liz would win. Which was as it
should be; Max needed her. He
belonged with her. Liz was the love
of Max’s life, and Michael was his best friend.
Max
looked up as Michael sat beside him and their eyes met.
No words needed to be said. They
had known each other so well for so long that all the necessary information
could be transmitted with a look.
They
both smiled in relief. Max moved
closer to Michael, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and pressing a kiss onto
his temple.
“So
what happens now?” Michael asked, scrunching himself to lean against Max’s
shoulder. Max idly stroked his arm.
“I
have no idea, other than outside this apartment, nothing changes,” Max
remarked.
“Absolutely,”
Michael agreed. “Aside from that,
though… What about Liz?”
Max
sighed and scratched behind his ear. “I
don’t know yet. At some point
she’ll have to know. The truly
weird thing is, technically I’m—cheating on her, with you.
But it doesn’t feel like I am. I
mean, when I kissed Tess last year, even though I knew I was being, like,
controlled somehow, I still felt guilty as hell.
But, I don’t feel guilty about last night.
It was too…”
“Natural?
It felt so right,” Michael interposed.
Max nodded in agreement, and Michael started to chuckle.
“What?”
Max asked, craning his head to look at him.
“What
if that book was all backwards, and it’s supposed to be me and you, Tess and
Isabel? Maybe we should get them
into bed together,” Michael laughed.
“I
so did not need that mental picture, Michael,” Max grinned.
“What,
you don’t like the idea of two women?”
“Not
when one of them’s my sister!”
“Good
point,” Michael conceded. “So,
what’s the protocol going to be here? Around
other people, everything’s the same. What
about in private?”
“What
do you mean?”
“Well,
if I get this wicked urge in the middle of the night, can I come over and just
start groping you, or are you going to be like Maria and expect a
conversation?”
“Excuse
me? If that’s what you did with
Maria, I’m not surprised you broke up!” Max spluttered, laughing.
“That
would be a no?” Michael inquired archly.
“Let’s
just leave it at maybe, OK? We can
work out the details as we go,” Max smiled.
“Yeah,
all right. You hungry?”
“Yeah.
You’ve got milk and cereal, I assume?”
“Always,
Maxwell. But I think I can do better
than that.”
“Going
to get all domestic on me?”
Michael
twisted towards Max, pressing their chests together.
His tongue flickered out to trace Max’s lips.
“Got a problem with that? There
are some things I like about being domestic.”
“Like
what?” Max closed his eyes, enjoying the featherlight touches.
“Well…like
regular sex.”
Max
tensed. “Michael, we
didn’t…”
“I
know. That’s about as close as I
want to get for now, though.”
The
tension drained from Max and he kissed Michael deeply, his tongue probing into
the recesses of his mouth. At last
Max pulled back.
“Same
here. Besides, I want,” he
hesitated.
“Your
first time to be with Liz. Which it
should be, Maxwell. She’s your
soul mate. I’m just your best
friend.”
“Yeah,
but Michael, I,”
“Max,
don’t be Mr. Sensitivity here, all right?
Save that crap for your girlfriend,” Michael warned.
Max smiled ruefully and kissed him lightly.
“Yeah,
fine. So, if you’re going to do
something more complicated than cereal, d’ya think you could get started?
Now that you’ve mentioned food I’m starving.”
Michael
simply kissed him in response then levered himself off the couch and went into
the kitchen. Max pulled a book out
of his backpack and reclined on the couch.
“What
are you reading now?”
“I
finally got around to checking out Ulysses
. I was kind of hoping it
would give us a starting point for a conversation, but I guess that’s not
really an issue anymore,” Max half-smiled.
He heard Michael grunt in assent and the other corner of his mouth turned
up.
“I’ll
yell when I’m done then. I know
how oblivious you get with your nose in a book,” Michael said disgustedly.
Max just kept smiling and opened the novel to the marked page.
A
number of pages later, Max felt a sharp stinging sensation on his bare leg.
“What the,” he muttered, looking up from his book.
Michael stood over him with a twisted dishtowel in one hand.
“Food’s
ready,” he laughed at Max’s indignant look.
Max stuck his bookmark in his place and put the book in his backpack.
He stood up, turning towards the counter.
Michael handed him a coffee mug and pointed at the table.
“Go.
Sit. Do you want juice,
too?” Max shook his head and sat
down at the table. His eyes widened
as Michael brought over their breakfast.
“Michael,
what is this? You didn’t need to
go all out or anything,” Max exclaimed. Michael
shrugged, looking uncomfortable.
“I
recently learned how to make Crepes Suzette, so…I used
Max
smiled and looked pointedly at Michael’s mouth.
“It does, yes.” A dull
red crept up Michael’s cheeks and Max laughed.
“I
never thought I’d see the day when you blushed,” he teased.
“Why,
just because you turn 50 shades of red whenever anyone asks you if you’ve
fucked Liz yet?” Michael shot back. He
was delighted with the crimson flush that appeared on Max’s face.
Max chose not to take the bait, though.
He just shrugged and began eating.
“Michael,
these are really good. Thanks,” he
said sincerely. Michael half-smiled.
“No
problem. I’ve been wanting to try
it out, and it’s no fun making something like that for just myself.”
“I
guess. I like your experimenting a
hell of a lot better than my mother’s, that’s for sure,” Max laughed.
Michael joined in.
“Listen,
I’d better get going. We’re all
supposed to be hanging out at our house tonight, right?
You coming?”
“Yeah,
I’ll be there. I’ll probably
give Liz a ride on my bike.”
“Has
she ever been on your bike?” Max asked, surprised.
Michael scratched his eyebrow.
“Actually,
no. But we’re both working close,
and Maria’s at that thing with her mother that she’s been bitching about all
week, so. Shouldn’t be a problem.
I’ve got a helmet for her and I’ll drive carefully, don’t worry.”
“I’m
not worried, I trust you. I’m
just—thinking. Michael, do you,”
Max stopped mid-sentence, shaking his head.
“Do
I what, Maxwell?”
“Forget
it. I don’t know what I was
talking about. So, I’ll see you
tonight, then,” Max continued talking as he pulled on his clothes.
Michael felt a touch of disappointment as Max’s T-shirt covered his
beautiful chest. He heard Max laugh
and dragged his gaze up to his face, to be greeted with a knowing smile.
Michael just shrugged and dropped his eyes back down.
Max laughed again.
“I’m
out of here, Michael. Thanks again
for breakfast. And—for everything
else,” he added softly, standing close to Michael with his backpack across one
shoulder. Michael nodded and they
both moved forward, lips meeting in a gentle kiss.
“See
ya, Maxwell,” Michael said just before he closed the door behind Max.
He leaned against it, thinking about what Max hadn’t said, then went to
get ready for work.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
It
was closing time at the Crashdown. Liz
could not figure out what was up with Michael; he was in the strangest mood
tonight. A good mood, to be sure,
but…strange. She kept catching him
giving her these little glances and she had no idea what to make of it.
But he seemed happy, so she just let it slide.
If Michael was in a good mood, she did not
want to ruin it! The phone rang and
she picked it up.
“Hello,
Crashdown Café, Liz speaking.”
“Hi,
it’s me. Are you still coming over
tonight?” Max’s deep voice floated to her ears, and she closed her eyes,
savoring the sound.
“Of
course. Are you going to come pick
me up? You know Maria’s busy,
right?”
“Yeah,
I know. Actually, Michael said
he’d give you a ride. Is that all
right? He’s got a passenger
helmet, and he’s a good driver; I’ve been on behind him before,” Max said
reassuringly. Liz conceived a mental
picture of the two guys flying down the highway, Max holding onto Michael’s
waist for dear life. She smiled.
“Sure,
that’s fine. It might even be
fun.”
“So…do
you think you’ll be able to stay all night?”
Liz
closed her eyes again, feeling her pulse jump at the invitation in his words.
“Max, I—I don’t know if I can or not.
I’ll try, though,” she added in a breathless rush.
She heard him chuckle and her cheeks became rosy, knowing he was aware of
her desire. “I’ll see you in a
bit, Max. Bye.”
“Bye,
Liz. See you guys soon.”
Liz
hung up the phone and went to the back. Michael
was just putting away the last of the clean dishes.
“Michael,
that was Max. He said you were kind
enough to offer me a ride over there. That’s
fine with me, if you’re still willing,” Liz said.
Michael put up the final dish and turned around, smiling.
Liz couldn’t keep quiet any longer.
“All
right, what is with you tonight? You’ve
been a—a goof since you got here. What
gives?”
Michael
shook his head. “Nothing much.
Max and I kind of worked things out last night; we’re cool now,” he
admitted reluctantly. Liz shrieked
and threw her arms around him. She
was wearing an old sweater over top of her uniform, and it smelled faintly like
Max. Her hair smelled like
strawberries. Michael suddenly felt
his cock stiffening at the combination of her scent and the feel of her small
body in his arms. He quickly pushed
her away, before she noticed. “Thanks,”
he muttered.
Liz
giggled; typical Michael. She headed
for the stairs, calling over her shoulder, “I’ll just be a couple of
minutes, I’m going to change.”
Michael
made sure everything was turned off then grabbed his clothes.
Being a chick, Liz was probably going to be a while, so he just changed
in the back room, throwing his work clothes on the couch as he stripped them
off.
Liz
got less than halfway down the stairs before she saw Michael standing in the
middle of the room in just his boxers. Involuntarily,
she thought, Oh,
my! Maria never said anything about
him looking like that! His
body wasn’t as well defined as Max’s, but he had a rugged appeal, more of a
wildness about him. Max’s perfect
definition was the result of his need to control everything; Michael was freer.
Liz sat down and watched as he yanked on his pants, the chain swinging
crazily, then pulled his shirt over his head, disdaining to unbutton it first.
Every motion spoke of a lack of restraint that was doing wicked things to
Liz’s body. She took a deep breath
as she stood up, and Michael whipped his head around, hearing her.
Their
eyes locked and Michael was stunned by the fire he saw in hers.
Fire directed at him
. How long had she been
standing there? Long enough,
apparently. He continued to watch
her as she floated down the stairs. A
mischievous smile appeared on her lips.
“Ready
to go?” she inquired, one eyebrow raised.
Michael flushed; he’d forgotten for a moment that she was coming on the
bike with him. Thank God she
wasn’t going to be sitting in front because she would surely notice his new
appreciation of her then!
They
went outside and Liz locked the door. Her
heart was hammering in her chest as she pulled on the helmet and climbed onto
the bike behind Michael. The engine
roared to life, thrumming through her body.
She wound her arms around Michael’s waist, yelling to him, “I’m
ready when you are!”
Michael
popped the clutch and took off down the alley and out onto the street.
Liz’s long hair streamed behind her, and she felt the wind rush by her
body, snatching at her. She burrowed
even closer to Michael, her thighs pressed tightly against his, her small
breasts crushed against his broad back. His
shoulders were too wide for her to see anything, so she just closed her eyes and
gave herself up to the sensations.
Michael
was concentrating very hard on his driving.
He could feel the hard points of her breasts against his back muscles,
and there was no way the heat pressed up close to his ass could be mistaken for
anything else. Her hands rode low on
his waist, clutching at the waistband of his pants.
Riding with Maria had never been like this.
It felt as if her tiny body was surrounding him with its heat.
A
few minutes later Michael pulled up at the Evans house.
He killed the engine and nudged open the kickstand.
Liz sat still for a moment before sliding off the bike.
She removed her helmet and tossed her hair as Michael slid off, taking
his helmet off as well. He looked at
her. Her eyes were shining and her
cheeks were rosy. She looked
incredible.
“Wow!
Michael, that was awesome! I
didn’t know what I was missing,” she exclaimed.
Even her voice sparkled, Michael thought distractedly.
Liz laughed at his dazed expression and handed him her helmet.
“Thanks,”
she said, then stretched up and kissed his cheek before swiftly disappearing
into the house. Michael just stood
there for a couple of minutes, his skin tingling where her lips had touched him.
What the hell was going on?
Chapter
3
Liz
entered the house, looking immediately for Max.
He had heard the screen door bang shut and came out into the kitchen.
Liz slid her arms around his neck and kissed him, her tongue insisting on
entrance to his mouth. He granted
it, his tongue entwining with hers as his hands pulled her hips flush against
him. Liz melted into him.
Her hands pushed under his shirt, tracing the muscles in his back.
They broke apart at the sound of a clearing throat.
Michael
came into the house to bear witness to an intensely passionate kiss between Max
and Liz. He saw the way she turned
into liquid against him; he’d had a taste of what that might feel like.
He saw how Max’s long eyelashes were resting on his cheeks, his eyes
tightly closed, and how his hands were beginning to roam Liz’s body.
He cleared his throat and they both jumped, breaking apart.
Michael smiled.
Max
caught Michael’s eye and noted the desire there.
He glanced down at Liz’s head and back up at Michael, cocking his
eyebrow in question. Michael’s
smile became wryer, and he made a slight motion with his head, indicating that
yes, some of it was for Liz. He was
astonished when a slow, satisfied smile spread across Max’s face.
He had set them up! Suddenly,
Michael realized what Max had in mind as an eventual solution.
He closed his eyes, a rush of desire washing over him at the thought of
them together. When he opened them
again, Liz was looking at him strangely, and Max looked a bit apprehensive.
Michael ignored Liz’s look in favor of winking at Max.
Max sagged a little in relief and grinned; one down, one to go.
It would take a lot more to convince Liz.
“Liz,
Michael, hi! Do you guys want a soda
or something?” Isabel asked as she came into the kitchen.
She gave Max a dirty look for not having asked them already.
“Um,
yeah, that would be great, Isabel. Thanks,”
Liz replied. She went to the
refrigerator with Isabel and chose a can of soda, then turned back.
“Michael?
Anything for you?” Liz asked, the corners of her mouth twitching.
Michael wrinkled his nose at her and smiled at Isabel when she threw him
a root beer. He opened the can and
took a long swallow. When he looked
back up, he saw Max’s eyes were the ones sparking with desire now.
Michael smiled cockily and went into the living room.
Isabel followed him, oblivious to the tension in the room.
Liz
opened her can and swallowed some as well. Max
came to the conclusion that jeans had not been the best choice of clothing when
he was going to have zipper marks on his cock by the end of the night between
the two of them. He groaned
inwardly, then grabbed a cherry coke and led Liz into the darkened living room.
The
movie was already in progress; everyone else had arrived earlier than Michael
and Liz. Michael had stolen Max’s
seat on the chair closest to the doorway, so Max sat cross-legged on the floor
in front of him. Liz arranged
herself on the far side of Max, on one of the large pillows the Evans had for
just such purposes. She lay on her
stomach, her legs in the air, touching the chair’s arm.
She was wearing a black, knee length jersey skirt and a long black tank
top, and her legs were bare as usual.
They
all watched the movie for a few minutes then Michael noticed movement.
Max’s hand was creeping up Liz’s skirt, sliding in between her legs.
He watched it, mesmerized, expecting Liz to snap her legs closed and
glare at Max. Instead, he was
floored when she spread them. Michael
saw Max’s hand disappear beneath the silky black material.
Liz
shifted to give Max access to her. She
laid her head on the pillow, her face aimed at the TV screen, but she wasn’t
watching. She was completely focused
on the warm fingers that inched up her inner thigh.
At last they reached her dark curls, and she sensed Max’s surprise at
the lack of underwear. She didn’t
dare look at him now, it might alert someone else to what was going on, so she
just abandoned herself to the moment.
Max
encountered her wetness and felt himself grow even harder.
Good Lord she’d gone commando. He
explored her, his access a little more restricted than usual.
He slipped one finger inside her body, stroking her.
He knew that Michael was the only one who could possibly see what was
going on unless someone else moved, so he used his forearm to push the material
of Liz’s skirt up farther, enough so that he could see most of her ass, and
his hand sliding back and forth rhythmically.
He unfolded another finger and added it to the one pushing inside her
body, increasing his pace as he felt her tighten around his fingers.
Michael
had a very clear view of Max’s fingers pumping into Liz’s wet center.
He remembered how it had felt with her pressed up against him on the
bike. He had never dreamed he’d be
treated to the visuals tonight, though. He
saw Max adjust his hand so that he was also rubbing Liz’s clitoris.
Her hips were lifted off the floor a little by this time, and she was not
keeping completely still. She was
moving ever so slightly in time to Max’s fingers.
Michael could see the faint shine on Max’s fingers in the darkness as
he slammed them into her with increasing force.
Liz
had felt the cool air on her ass the second that Max had lifted her skirt.
Her first reaction had been panic, and then she realized that her lower
body was blocked by Max. She had
relaxed until she thought that Michael was sitting right above Max, and he would
be able to see clearly. Oddly
enough, the knowledge that Michael could definitely watch this if he wanted to
didn’t alarm her. It excited her
further, and she lifted her hips off the floor as much as she could manage
without changing position and giving herself away.
She wanted him to watch. She
wanted him to see Max’s fingers stroking her.
She could feel his gaze raking her bare ass as Max maneuvered his hand to
start rubbing her clitoris. Liz
thought she would explode right then, but Max drew it out a little longer.
They were putting on a show for Michael and they wanted it to be a good
one.
Michael
couldn’t believe how hard Max was thrusting his fingers into Liz’s small
frame. He saw her hips move to meet
every thrust, as little as she could allow herself to move.
He watched in fascination as Liz’s legs began to tremble.
Suddenly her entire body stiffened and her legs closed a little in
reflex, then she consciously spread them wider so he could see Max’s hand
buried in her wetness. His hand and
her curls glimmered with her liquid. Michael
realized that he had just watched her come to Max’s rhythm, and he thought he
might do the same for a moment. His
groin was aching something fierce.
Max
felt her tremors start and pushed a little harder.
Within seconds her muscles clenched around his fingers and her legs
closed some, trapping his hand against her wetness.
He smiled in satisfaction, continuing to rub and push until she relaxed
her legs and he withdrew his fingers from her body.
He cupped his hand over her, creating just enough heat to evaporate all
the moisture, then pulled her skirt back down and lightly smacked her ass.
He knew that she knew Michael would have been able to see what he was
doing. And he was thrilled that she had not only played along but had seemingly
welcomed the idea. It was a huge
step in the right direction, even if she didn’t know it yet.
Liz
was shocked at her wanton behavior, but at the same time she was still
incredibly turned on. She wanted,
needed something more. She knew then
that she had made up her mind: she was going to stay the night, and she and Max
were finally going to make love.
Michael
leaned down, whispering close to Max’s ear, “Serious blue balls, man.
Wow.” Max flashed him a
grin and nodded, implying that he had the same affliction.
Michael leaned back and smiled. He
had a feeling that he wouldn’t be the person sharing Max’s bedroom with him
tonight, and that was all right.
The
movie ended, and Tess and Kyle stood up.
“You
guys aren’t staying?” Max inquired.
“Unfortunately,
no. Unlike Liz & Alex’s, my
dad knows your parents are out of town. Hence
he informed us that we would be coming home tonight,” Kyle sighed. Everyone
laughed except Alex and Isabel, who were too involved in each other to pay
attention to anything else.
Max,
Liz and Michael stood up as well, walking Kyle and Tess to the door and bidding
them goodbye. Michael looked towards
the living room, then at Liz, and finally at Max.
“I think I’ll be going, too,” he announced, his eyes telling Max that he knew what would like