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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Hockey_RPF
  Relationship:
      Chris_Higgins/Maxim_Lapierre
  Character:
      Chris_Higgins, Maxim_Lapierre
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Underage_Drinking, Comeplay, Dirty_Talk, Alternate
      Universe, Alcohol, Tattoos, Vancouver_Canucks, Anal_Fingering, Alternate
      Universe_-_Modern_Setting
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-02-27 Words: 3388
****** Better Lie Down Cause the Angels are Watching ******
by blueabsinthe
Summary
     jailbait!AU. What do you get when you combine a fake ID, a young,
     impressionable Max, and liquor? One wild night.
Notes
     Title for fic from the song Sister by She Wants Revenge.
"Un-fucking-believable!" Max exclaimed - much to the annoyance of the mother
sitting next to him on the subway - as he angrily stuffed his phone back into
his coat pocket. "It figures Carey would text me to change plans, just as I'm
almost there!" he mumbled, before crossing his arms and leaning back in his
seat.
When his stop came up, Max got to his feet and frowning slightly, he made his
way off the subway car. He felt his phone vibrate again and pulled it out. He
sighed. Sometimes he wondered how he and Carey had stayed friends. They had
grown up together, and even though Carey was finishing up his first year of
university at McGill they had managed to stay in touch. Max rarely got to head
into the city, and was looking forward to spending the weekend with his
childhood friend, despite how infuriating his last-minute changes were.
It was early spring, but there was still a chill in the air as Max made his way
out of the subway station and onto the Montreal streets. Max tucked his hands
into his pockets, and made his way down the street towards the address Carey
had texted him.
When Max arrived, he had to stop and stare.
Aw, crap. That's why Carey was bugging me about bringing my fake ID.
Max could feel his heart rate speeding up as he watched a group of college-aged
girls giggle, brush past him, before they stood in line.
Where was Carey? Max glanced around quickly, anxiety quickening his already
racing heart as he pulled out his phone and quickly texted: Hey, where r u? I'm
here.
Max was starting to mildly freak out when Carey didn't immediately respond to
his text. He was contemplating just taking off. After all, he wasn't that far
away from McGill's campus. He could always have Carey meet him there. Max was
trying to remember if Carey said he was living in dorm, or if he had a place
off-campus, when his phone vibrated.
Sorry, bud, stuck in traffic. Just go in without us. Meet u there. Don't worry
'bout getting carded, they don't check all that often. See ya soon - C.
Before Max could second guess what he was doing, he stepped into the line, and
began shifting his weight as he waited to be let in. He was liking Carey's idea
less and less as he watched every person ahead of him get carded. If he got
busted because he let Carey talk him into this he was never going to speak to
him again; well, okay, maybe for a week.
You still have time to change your mind, Max, he inwardly contemplated. The
subway isn't that far. You can head back home, and forget this whole ordeal.
Carey'll understand.
He had his phone half out of his pocket to text Carey exactly that, when he
realized he was at the entrance.
"You got ID?"
Max nearly dropped his phone in his haste to shove it back into his pocket and
withdraw his wallet.
"Um, yeah," he said, as he all but shoved his fake ID into the bouncer's hand.
The bouncer looked it over briefly, his eyebrow was half-raised as he looked at
the ID and then back at Max. "You can go in." He handed Max's ID back to him
and gestured him forward.
Max stumbled slightly on his feet, and nearly said 'really?' before he hastily
thanked the bouncer and jogged into the dimly lit door.
He wasn't exactly sure what to do now, so Max wandered around, looking for an
empty table, growing more irritated by Carey's flightiness by the minute. He
was about to text Carey a long-winded message about how he was growing super
pissed at him for pretty much deserting him in a strange bar, when he felt
someone's breath ghost over his skin.
"You look lost."
Max half-turned his head, and let his eyes settle on a pair of gorgeous blue
ones. If the stranger's eyes didn't render him speechless, his smile did. It
was disarming to say the least. "Um," Max began, "I was just waiting for -"
"- for …?" the stranger prompted.
"For um … a … uh … a … friend. Yeah. A friend."
The stranger laughed, before he clapped a hand on Max's shoulder. "Is your
friend also underage?"
Max bit his bottom lip. He was so busted. "Well … actually -"
"Relax, kid. I honestly don't care how you got in here." The stranger held out
his hand. "I'm Chris by the way."
"Maxim," Max blurted out without thinking. "But, everyone calls me Max," he
hastily added, and felt as a hot blush crept into his cheeks as Chris's lips
twitched in amusement.
"Well, 'everyone calls me Max', did you need some company while you wait for
your friend?"
"Sure," Max says, "that sounds like fun."
Chris gives Max an expectant look, and then gestures to the bottle he's
holding. "Beer okay?"
Max blinks stupidly at Chris before he clues in to what Chris has just asked
him. "Um, sure. Beer's fine."
Chris smirked, and let his finger slide across Max's shoulder before he began
to walk away. "Be back in a sec. Don't go too far."
Max's phone buzzes in his pocket. He pulls it out and reads through Carey's
text.
Sorry bud. Still stuck. - C.
By the time Chris gets back, Max is just tucking his phone away.
"Did you get stood up?" Chris teases, handing Max his beer.
"He's running late," Max explains, before taking a long sip.
"All the better for me," Chris teases, and winks at Max, before he sips from
his bottle. "So, shall we find a place to sit?"
Max follows behind Chris like a dutiful puppy as they make their way to a
table. "Did you come here by yourself?" Max asks as he settles into his very
uncomfortable seat.
Chris shrugs. "Came with friends, but one took off when his girlfriend had a
bit of a crisis. The other was his ride. So, I didn't come here alone. But, up
until I ran into you, I was alone."
"I hope I'm good company," Max says, and hopes it comes off as a teasing tone.
"I'll let you know soon enough," Chris returns. He watches as Max polishes off
the rest of his beer, and he grins. "You want another?" When Max nods, Chris
signals a server and orders two more beers.
Max is pretty sure there was only one table when he first sat down, but now, it
looked like said table was multiplying. Crap, he'd only had … what, two, or was
it four beers? Oh, what the fuck ever, Carey still hadn't shown, and he was too
busy laughing at something Chris had just said to him.
When Max finally stopped laughing long enough to let his vision become less
hazy, he noticed Chris was staring at him in a way that had Max squirming and
staring at the table. He didn't realize what was happening, even as he felt
Chris reach a hand out to brush his hair back.
"You, 'everyone calls me Max', are very good company indeed," Chris whispers,
before he leans in and presses his lips against Max's.
Max's eyes widen at the initial contact of Chris' lips, and before he realizes
what he's doing, his fingers are scrabbling through Chris' hair, before they
come to rest on the back of his neck. He's pretty sure his kisses are sloppy
and frantic at best, but if they are, Chris doesn't say anything. He just
kisses him back, hotly. He changes the angle of their faces, the warmth of his
hand on the back of Max's neck making Max shake with need.
"Better tell your friend to not expect you here when he gets here," Chris
mutters, pulling away slightly.
Max blinks. "Um …"
"Unless, of course, you'd rather we didn't …"
"No!" Max exclaims. "I mean, uh, yes, I want to … I just uh …"
Chris chuckles. "Text your friend, 'everyone calls me Max'." He gets up from
the table then, running the pads of his fingers along the back of Max's neck,
as he makes his way to the exit.
You are in over your head, you are in over your head, Max repeats over and over
again in his head, as he pulls out his phone. His hands are shaking so badly,
he has to grip his phone with both hands as he mentally talks himself down.
When he gets his nerves somewhat under control, he sends off a quick text to
Carey, before he hurries for the exit.
He sees Chris leaning against a wall, hands tucked into the pockets of his
jeans. Chris looks over expectantly, and smiles, before he spins his key ring
around on his finger, and steps away from the wall. "Ready to go?"
Max nods, and reaches for Chris' outstretched hand. Chris leads the way to his
parked car, all the while Max keeps going over the situation he was currently
in.
Okay, so you are about to get into a stranger's car. A stranger you just met at
a bar. What are the odds that this turns out to be the worst mistake of your
life?
Max was about to balk, and tell Chris to forget the whole thing, when Chris
stops at his car, and turns to Max. Before Max can get a word out, Chris has
pushed him back against the metal, and kisses him again, chasing any remaining
doubts Max has from his mind.
"Just relax, 'everyone calls me Max'," Chris whispers against Max's mouth,
before he clicks his key chain. Max hears as Chris' car clicks open. "I'll take
care of you."
By the time they're on the road, Max relaxes a tad more. Chris keeps him
occupied by talking. He mentions he's from New York City, and is currently a
first year law student at McGill University. Max is about to ask him if he
knows his friend Carey, who is pre-Law, when he realizes Chris probably
wouldn't have heard of him, seeing as how Carey is just eighteen, and Chris has
got to be at least twenty-three.
Max feels the anxiety creep back up when he mentally does the math in his head.
He glances over at Chris, takes in his side-profile, and feels as his heart
skips a beat. Twenty-three … Mon dieu, what was he thinking?
Chris squeezes his hand, and briefly lets his eyes slide from the windshield.
"Hey, s'okay. Okay?"
Max offers him what passes for an easy smile, and squeezes his hand back.
"So, you from Montreal?" Chris asks as he lets his eyes slide back to watch the
road.
Max is grateful for the distraction, as he begins talking. The rest of the car
ride passes by in a blur.
By the time they stumble up to Chris' apartment, Max is a lot more relaxed then
he initially was. He lets Chris press him up against the wall. Lets Chris slide
his coat down his arm, and pull his shirt up to his chest. Chris grabs Max's
waist and presses forward, pushing his thigh between Max's leg. Max groans and
lets his head fall back against the wall, as Chris holds him against him. Max
gives an experimental roll of his hips, and has to smirk as Chris lets out a
small gasp. Chris reaches for Max's belt, before he stops briefly.
"Last chance," Chris says, voice husky with need. His eyes hot, and tortured.
He looks like he will explode if Max does put the brakes on now.
Max doesn't trust himself to speak, so he settles for nodding.
"How …" Chris swallows in an attempt to get rid of the lump in his throat. "How
far?"
Max shakes his head, his cheeks hot with embarrassment and arousal. "I - I - I
don't know," he gasps.
Chris groans, and surges forward, kissing Max again. "Just tell me if you're
uncomfortable, and we'll stop."
There isn't much time to think on what Chris has just said, before he feels
Chris leading him down the hall to the bedroom.
==
Chris rids Max of his clothes soon after he shoves him down on the bed. Max
sits up on the end of the bed and watches as Chris undresses. He feels his
throat go dry as Chris tugs his shirt off, watching as Chris' torso is bared to
him. The dim lighting playing over the slick muscles of Chris' biceps, the jut
of his hipbones above the line of his jeans. Max notices the tattoo Chris has
on his chest, and feels his mouth go dry; his already blurry thoughts consumed
with wanting to reach out and touch. Just touch.
Max watches as Chris steps closer, his hands on his hips, a soft smile curving
his lips. Oh fuck … Max thinks, taking in every inch of flesh bared to him.
He sucks in his breath loudly, and sees as Chris looks down at him, a smirk on
his lips. Max shuddered at the look Chris was giving him.
Chris takes Max's hand and places it on his chest. "Whenever you're ready."
Max tentatively ran a finger down the middle of Chris' chest, watching every
emotion as it flickered across Chris' face. He placed his palm on the tattoo,
and looked up at Chris expectantly. "What's the crest for?"
"It's my family crest," Chris replied, and shuddered slightly as Max traced the
outline of the crest with his finger. "That feels good."
Chris groans, and using his leg, he widens the cradle of Max's legs, and steps
between them. "My turn."
Chris strokes his hand down Max's chest, then down to the line of dark hair
starting below Max's bellybutton. "Mm … is that all for me?" Chris whispers,
raising an eyebrow at Max's already hard cock.
"Oh fuck," Max groans, his hips jumping slightly when Chris ran a finger down
his length.
"Easy, Max," Chris whispers, pushing him back against the mattress, as he leans
over to his nightstand drawer and pulling out the small bottle. He clicks the
top open, and slicks his hand.
Max watches intently as Chris curls his slicked hand around his cock, and
slowly slides it down Max's length. Max gasps, and rocks his hips into Chris'
fist.
"Feels good, huh?" Chris asks, jacking him faster, smirking at the way Max's
mouth opens, and he gasps out loud. Max is about to protest when he feels Chris
release his dick. "Keep touching yourself for me," Chris instructs, as he steps
off the bed, unbuttoning his jeans, and sliding them down his legs.
Max nods and continues to stroke his cock, watching as Chris steps out of his
boxers. He doesn't have much time to think on what Chris is going to do next,
when he sees Chris slick his hand, and watches as Chris begins to jerk his own
hardening cock.
Chris keeps up a slow, even rhythm on his own cock, and bites on his bottom lip
as he watches as Max strokes himself in tandem. "God, you look so hot doing
that," he says, "I'll bet you wish it was me touching you."
Max whimpers as he feels his cock twitch under his own strokes. "Fuck." He lets
his eyes flutter close as he feels himself getting closer to the edge.
His eyes snap open when he feels Chris place two fingers on his wrist, halting
his movements.
"Relax, I don't want you coming just yet." Chris climbs back onto the bed,
pushes one of Max's thighs back, and slides a finger past Max's balls and
across his hole. Chris smirks as he feels Max jump at the initial contact.
"Shh, don't stop touching yourself."
When Chris glides his finger over Max's hole again, Max's leg bats Chris' hand
aside. Chris pulls back slightly, letting Max settle down slightly, before he
presses his finger in slightly. Max lets out a low moan at the initial press of
Chris' finger, and Chris watches and waits as Max relaxes slowly under his
touch. Chris adds more lube, until Max's thighs are slick with it, and he bites
his bottom lip at how hot this looks.
"Think you can take another," Chris whispers from between Max's thighs, and Max
whimpers in response.
Painstakingly slow. As slow as he can go, Chris adds another finger. Max
groans, and Chris lurches up and captures Max's lips in a kiss, his fingers
still moving inside him, opening him up more and more.
They pull away breathless. Chris leans his forehead against Max's, and listens
as Max gasps out that he's close.
"Come for me then, Max." Chris slides his fingers in again. "I want to feel you
come with my fingers inside you."
"Oh, fuck," Max gasps out, jerking his cock faster. "I'm gonna - shit - fuck-"
"Yes," Chris urges, "come for me."
That does it. Max arches off the bed as he comes. His come spurting in a thick,
hot rope across his chest and stomach. Chris pulls his fingers free, and licks
Max's come off him, feeling as Max shakes under his tongue.
"You wanna taste?" Chris asks, nipping at Max's hipbones.
Max tugs Chris up, and opens his mouth as Chris lets his come slide into his
awaiting mouth.
Chris falls to the side, and turns his head to stare at Max. "Good?"
Max nods, and lets his hand slide down Chris' stomach. "My turn, non?"
Chris chuckles, and lets Max's hand explore his torso. "God, I love hearing
French."
Max lets his hand slide over Chris' flesh, and hears as Chris hisses his
approval. "I might need a bit of help," he admits, his dark eyes staring
directly into Chris'.
Chris laughs, and curls a hand around Max's. "Stay the night?"
The subway has stopped running by now, Max knows, and well, Carey's probably
pissed at him now, so staying was his only option. "Yeah, I'll stay."
==
Max is awoken by a shake to his shoulders, and his jeans being dumped
unceremoniously onto his chest.
"Mind explaining this?" Chris demands, his hand holding Max's wallet open,
Max's student ID card in plain view.
He groans, and runs a hand through his hair. "That's …"
"You're fifteen?" Chris practically yells.
"Sixteen in a week," Max protests, sitting up in the bed.
"Fifteen?"
"You knew I wasn't eighteen!" Max sputters.
"Yeah," Chris agrees, "but I didn't think you were this young!" Chris looks at
the fake ID, and scoffs. "It's a good ID. Had me fooled for a moment."
Max crosses his arms stubbornly. "It's not -"
"It is very much illegal!" Chris protests. "Aww … Christ, I'm a fucking law
student for fuck's sake!" He rubs his face, and drops his gaze to the floor.
"Get dressed, Max."
Chris keeps his eyes trained on the floor as Max climbs out of the bed. Max is
silent the whole time, watching Chris' temple twitch, his eyes still on the
floor.
Finally, Chris stands up, his hands fumbling over his jeans pockets, before he
withdraws his keys. "Where do you live?"
Max's cheeks go hot in embarrassment. "You don't have to dr-"
"I do, Max. I really do."
==
They're idling at a red light, when Max finally looks over and blurts out, "If
it makes you feel any better, you didn't know."
"No, it really doesn't," Chris replies, his grip on the steering wheel
tightening.
Max sighs, and settles back in his seat. "How old are you anyway?"
Chris is silent, and Max can see from the corner of his eye, as he bites his
bottom lip in contemplation. "You didn't just ask me that."
Max nudges his arm. "I won't tell anyone."
"Twenty-three," Chris finally says.
"Oh."
"Yeah," Chris agrees.
"You always seduce barely legal guys?" Max teases, and moves away when Chris
reaches a hand out to smack him.
By the time they pull up in front of Max's house, there is a comfortable
silence between them. As Chris reaches out to open Max's door, he turns to Max,
and is frozen when Max leans in to kiss him again.
"Will I see you again?" Max asks, as he steps from the car.
Chris contemplates this silently, before he finally nods. "I'm usually at the
coffee shop a little ways off campus on Thursdays. Around five."
"So that's a yes?"
"It is."
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