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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Camp_Camp_(Web_Series)
  Relationship:
      Max/Space_Kid_(Camp_Camp), Space_Kid/Max_(Camp_Camp), SpaceMax_(Camp
      Camp)
  Character:
      Space_Kid_(Camp_Camp), Max_(Camp_Camp)
  Additional Tags:
      Light_BDSM
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-12-27 Words: 5571
****** The Safe Word is 'Cheese' ******
by maxv1d
Max didn’t know how to say it. He knew who Space Kid was. He knew how he was.
And sure – the guy had grown a fair bit since they’d been at camp together. And
despite his occasional slip-ups and clumsy moments, he had grown up to be
smart; unlike what he’d thought.
At least Space Kid was hardly ever let down. That was one of his good
qualities. Max just wished he’d realized it sooner.
He spent a lot of time mulling over how he’d ended up in this situation. Him,
and Space Kid? Even Neil and Nikki were shocked. Out of all the people in the
camp. Out of all the people in the world –it was Space Kid. And with the number
of years reaching three on this day, Max was mostly certain it was working out.
Somehow.
But today, he had other thoughts on his mind. Max had turned eighteen a while
ago, with Space Kid a year younger, and today was, in fact, their third…
relationship anniversary… kinda. He supposed. And Max had a thought.
It wasn’t the first time he’d had it, either, he was sure. Because even now, as
he’d been trying to rack up his confidence all morning, the same problems arose
as he greeted his adorable lover. Hugs. Kisses. The usual.
Despite his age, the innocence of everything action just halted every word
relating to the subject. And instead, Max only smiled, returning the
affections, and the day carried on as per usual. School, of course – the two of
them occasionally sitting together in classes, hiding behind the building to
eat lunch together; that sort of thing. Not every time of course – Max could
respect that. He had other friends to hang out with, as well. But often, the
two just generally liked to be near each other.
And yet, today was slow. As hard as Max tried, he just couldn’t get the thought
out of his head. And of course, it was just like Space Kid not to notice. Or if
he did; he wasn’t saying anything. Max wasn’t sure whether he preferred that or
not. If the other asked, would he end up explaining, or just cut his way out of
the situation?
And when he made his way to his home after school – Space Kid following, as
usual, because Max’s parents were not home, as usual. Max had gotten used to it
now, for sure. Besides, he wasn’t alone, now – thankfully. Even David had stuck
around – as much as Max seemed to hate it. It was better having someone then
no-one. He knew that now.
And he knew that his parents were most likely to spend every waking moment they
could away from him. At least it meant Max could do whatever the hell he
wanted. Most of the time.
“So, what’s it for today, Max? Mac and Cheese? Noodles?” Space Kid listed off
the most common of afternoon snacks when he came over. Max couldn’t hold back
the chuckle, shrugging slightly. Space Kid smiled brightly.
“Whatever ya want, really. I’ll make it; after all, you know. Used to it,” Max
said, shuffling forward into the kitchen. He got to work on the order – half
the time, he barely even needed to use measurements any more. He’d done in so
many times, he knew exactly how far the pot needed to be filled up and how many
seconds he poured each individual ingredient in for. Not to mention it saved
measuring cups, which meant less dishes. Not that it really bothered Max.
Sometimes, when he ran out of things to do, chores were always an option.
Eventually, both Max and Space Kid sat opposite each other on the table,
digging into the pasta. Space Kid’s face lit up as he chewed happily, whilst
Max’s expression only shifted at the sight of the other being happy. And yet,
he still couldn’t get the thought of his mind, causing his gaze to shift down
to the pile of pasta, swirling his fork around as he slowly chewed.
Space Kid swallowed his bite. “Max?” he began, and Max’s eyes widened as he
snapped lightly out of his thoughts. “Are you okay?”
Max coughed, bringing himself to swallow the bits of pasta that were almost
chewed to the size of rice grains. He grinned, although it was rather grim,
forcing the words out of his mouth. “Yeah, I’m all good.”
Unfortunately for him, Space Kid wasn’t convinced. There was no smile on his
face, and so Max’s attempt broke – he let out a sigh, lowering his eyes down to
the table and letting his fork fall onto the wooden platform below.
“Sorry. I’m just thinking a little. I am okay,just… complicating things,” Max
explained. He knew this was going to start something. And he wasn’t so sure he
was ready.
“Complicating what?” Space Kid asked.
Max tensed slightly. The innocence was all too much – even if he was a lot
smarter now, and Max knew he should trust him to make the decision himself, he
just… he didn’t want to do this. And yet, at the same time, he did – so fucking
badly. He was torn. One part of him desperately wanted to see the other
squirming beneath him… and the other just wanted to keep the question away from
his as far as possible.
Of course, Space Kid knew what it was. Max would be surprised if he didn’t at
his age. He just… didn’t want to drag him into it. The sweat formed on his
skull, and silence remained – Space Kid’s question running through his head.
Complicating what?How was he even meant to answerthat right now? Fuck, this was
so hard…
“…Max? Are you reallyokay?” Space Kid questioned, sounding worried. Fuck, he
couldn’t have the other think that. No way.
“I promise. It’s just- hard to say. I’m sorry.” Max could tell nothing but the
truth. It didn’t seem to make Space Kid feel better, but at least it made him
understand. He liked that in the other. The ability to drop things, granted an
answer was given. Granted Max didn’t obviously lie.
He wasn’t sure what could he even be a lie in this situation.
Max slowly chewed – though he quickly lost his appetite. Space Kid walked off,
put the bowl in the dishwasher, and made his way over to the couch. Sliding a
book out of his bag, he sat in silence and began to read.
Max felt even more tense and yet even more desperate to ask, as he focused on
taking his own bowl to the dishwasher. At least even for another time. Max was
prepared, but he could wait if it would make Space Kid feel more comfortable.
Or himself.
Max sat down on the couch, Space Kid looking towards him with that smile of
his, before back down again. For a moment, Max was tempted to reach for the
remote, but something about the silence made him feel like he had to say
something. Anything.
“Neil?” he began, his real name coming easily to him now. Though the many
referred to him as Space Kid – David and Gwen still did, that was for sure – he
preferred to use his legal name when he could, now. Or maybe it was just what
he preferred when things were serious. Thankfully, Space Kid closed his book
and gave him his full attention. That was something he appreciated, also.
“I know this is… a bit sudden, and—I understand if you might not be ready,
but…” Max hesitated for a moment, eyes fixated on the ground, even as he could
feel Space Kid’s gaze on him. Suddenly, it made him feel more nervous.
He forced himself to keep going.
“Would you… like to take our relationship even further?” And there it was. Max
clamped his eyes shut for the moment, as he could feel the reaction take place
almost instantly from Space Kid. The teen could feel his face burn, and Max
could hear him struggle to find his words.
“I—I mean—” he began, but Max’s instant response was to take it back – take it
back now. He had no intention of making the other uncomfortable.
“I’m sorry, I—it’s okay! It’s okay if you don’t—it was a stupid thing to say
anyways and I shouldn’t—” There was a finger to Max’s lips. Classic, but it did
the trick. He gulped, staring into Space Kid’s eyes.
“I—I never said no.” There was a bit of tremor in his voice, but for the most
part, Space Kid seemed… okay with it. Eager himself, even. Curious.
Okay, that made Max’s heart thump against his chest. Even then, he was sure
almost that was enough to make something else occur – but he didn’t want to
seem too desperate. Even if he was. “…Okay—okay, um… you want to…?” Max glanced
upstairs. It didn’t take Space Kid long to get the hint – thankfully, he took
his hand reassuringly. That helped. This was fine. It wasn’t going to really
hurt him. Not depending on how far they went. Max was prepared anyways, but…
that would just have to wait.
Of course, he was nervous. They both were. Space Kid didn’t ask – he trusted
Max with everything, and he knew he wouldn’t have suggested it unless he was
truly ready. It may have been pressure to say it, but with the situation at
hand, it worked.
The door shut behind them, Max leaning against it rather heavily. Somehow, the
flushed face of his lover was almost immediately egging him on – an expression
that coaxed him forward, gently pressing his lips against Neil’s tenderly. For
a moment, it was no different from any other kiss, and yet, it quickly
escalated. There was a small breath from both, before their tongues met – and
in the moment, the two fought gently for taste, but did not focus on any form
of winning.
There was a small breath again as they both had to part, but the sight was
rather arousing for both. Neil’s flushed face, combined with the saliva that
slid down his chin – and Max, breathing rather heavily and glancing over at the
other like all he wanted was more.
And more he got. A gentle hand cupped his chin, his thumb stroking off the
remains of his saliva – only to bring more with the gentle kiss on his neck.
The shifting from Neil gives him more space, and the hand gently grasping his
hair only eggs him to carry on. So, Max gently grazes his teeth along the
sensitive skin, before placing a mark on the spot, when his teeth bit into the
skin.
Then came the painful gasp. Max felt the pleasure in the form of shivers
through his body, but quickly, it followed with the panic – he hadn’t really
hurt him, had he? Max shifted back in alarm, quickly staring into his eyes; a
hand grasping his shoulder.
“That—that wasn’t too much, was it?” he asked, quickly and desperately. For a
moment, Neil blinked, before smiling reassuringly.
“No, it’s okay! Really, Max, I—” Neil began, taking his hands. “I promise I’ll
tell you if it’s too much. I figured that’s what you were worried about, but
it’s okay. I can speak for myself.”
Max would’ve then worried that he was offended by it – but this was Space Kid…
so he let out a breath, nodding his head slightly. “Sorry, yeah, just—
nervous.” As if it wasn’t obvious. Yet, he really wanted to keep things going
now. He wasn’t sure how long it would take to be able to ask again, after this.
“I understand,” Neil responded, and—god, his voice was so calm and reassuring.
Max was certain that was going to have to change soon – but he was glad he
wasn’t afraid. And, seemingly, not as nervous as he was, either.
So, Max continued – rather eagerly, despite his concern. He wanted nothing more
than to hear those sounds again – now what he knew he was okay with it. Max
trusted him to speak up if it was too much. Their lips pressed together again –
spur of the moment, almost, and they could barely keep themselves apart in the
silence.
Of course, Max had other parts to work with – and with that thought in mind,
his hand slid up his shirt – dragging his fingers lightly across his chest for
the moment, he could just feel the shivers from the other; what which would’ve
caused a grin, if he wasn’t so eager to feel the other’s lips close to his. A
breath, and back together again, and Max finally managed to find the bud to
grasp between his fingers.
That caused them to separate rather abruptly.
Again, came the rush of pleasure from Neil’s painful gasp – he was rather
sensitive, wasn’t he? – and Max felt the smirk from on his face. He leaned into
his neck again, gently dragging his tongue across the surface.
Unfortunately for him, Max had forgotten that his lover wasn’t entirely
innocent. Of course, he hadn’t meant to downgrade him, but all the sounds he’d
been getting caused the memory of the other’s knowledge to fly out the window.
So, when he heard the rather breathless… erotic sounding moan that slipped from
Neil’s mouth – which had, yes, been entirely on purpose – Max let out a groan.
“F-Fuck,” he cursed, and gripped the nipple he had between his fingers tighter,
which caused Neil to squeal, his eyes widening in alarm for a moment, before
drifting slightly shut. His face was flushed, and even Neil couldn’t deny that
he was enjoying every second of it. Even the pain that shot through his body.
“You’re fucking doing this on purpose, aren’t you? You goddang tease,” Max
growled, and Neil took no offence – only finding the words even more arousing.
With that, Neil nodded his head, letting out a small whimper. He took the
chance to slip in more, knowing full well it would only speed things along.
“It just… it feels so good…” Neil’s voice may have been a bit off, but for the
most part, his words were breathless, soft and charming. They begged for more,
knowing full well that if he continued, it’s what he would get.
And as for Max? He instantly went from concerned to powerful. Whatever happened
would have to wait till after – unless, of course, things got too out of hand.
So, pushing the thoughts away for just a moment longer, Max lowered his hand,
grasped Neil’s shoulder, and leaned into his ear.
“Alright, you’re fucking asking for it then. If you need it, the safe word’s
‘cheese’. Now get to the fucking bed,” Max spoke, low and desperate. God
fucking dammit, he’d made him into a mess, but Max was hardly thinking of that
now. He needed it. The pressure against his pants was quickly getting too much
already.
Neil didn’t waste a second in obliging. Of course, as he figured Max was
already fairly interested, he reached down to take off his shirt – only to have
his wrist grabbed, stopping the process.
Max’s glare was intense, and Neil, having only felt even more thrill from it,
was more than eager to play along. He didn’t care whether they’d done this
before or not. Both knew more than they had let on, and it felt as though they
were letting out all the tension three years of a sappy relationship had built
up.
And neither of them had any objections, really.
“Did I say you could take that off? Bed, now,” Max commanded, and it only made
it harder to bare for the small one. Yet, he nodded his head, the words forming
in his head in a way that would surely add to the pressure he must’ve been
feeling.
“Of- of course. I apologise… master.”
Fuck.
Max felt his heart pound at the word, and the heat built up immensely. The look
on his far was almost too much, and yet, he felt disappointed when Neil turned
away, moving to make his way to the bed. He was so going to get it, soon.
Laying back, Neil propped himself up with his elbows – the perfect view of his
flushed face, slightly lowered eyelids and, most noticeably, the small tent in
his pants. Despite also wanting it to be released, Neil’s was hardly as painful
as Max’s. Of course, his size was hardly comparable, but that meant nothing to
either of them. A dick was a dick. They all worked the same way.
“Is this right?” Neil asked, the mix of his usual tone and the breathless
sounds mixing well together. Max, with a light smirk, slipped off his shirt and
made his way over, letting it fall to the floor.
“It’ll do,” he replied, and crawled his way forward. Grasping hold of his chin,
Neil’s eyes were directed towards his; the blush and the slight confusion on
his face couldn’t stop Max from letting out a low breath. Yet, it did not
distract him from the task at hand – as Neil’s mouth hung open, Max grasped
hold of his shirt and pushed it against his tongue.
Biting down instinctively, Neil quickly got the gist. Max leaned over him, and
it hardly took much of an effort to look somewhat afraid, despite the turn on
from the look in his boyfriend’s eyes. Staring down at him, Max walked his
fingers across his chest again. Neil shivered, squirming against the slow
movements.
“Now, then… your job is to keep that in your mouth – got it? At least until I
say you can take it out. And if you fail, I’ll just have to punish you.” Max
directed his eyes down for a moment, before back up to see the look on his
lover’s face.
It wasn’t hard for Neil to match the expression from before, but he nodded. He
wasn’t sure he could do this, but wasn’t afraid of the punishment, either – not
as much as he seemed to show, anyways. If anything, he was eager for it, but
planned to try his best anyways. If he did, by some miracle, do it – he could
always beg for it. That would probably do the trick.
Having been caught off guard, Neil almost failed the second he felt the
pleasure. He forced himself to bite down on his shirt, saliva already dripping
down, to force the moan to a whimper. His eyes squinted shut, Max’s hand
grasping hold of the sensitive spots, even through his pants. That, combined
with the tongue that was now dragging along his nipple – it was almost already
too much.
But he held his ground, for Neil was not one to give in so easily. Max’s hand
found itself sliding down Neil’s pants, only creating more pleasurable pain for
him, as the sensitivity of the touches increased. It spread through him; every
part of his body felt covered in goose bumps that responded with every touch,
no matter how light. He needed it. He needed it more and moreand—
Neil’s cry of pain and pleasure was his eager mistake. The shirt slid from his
mouth – and out of the corner of his eye, he could’ve sworn he saw Max grin,
before he lowered his eyes to a frown. Grasping hold of his chin harshly, he
forced Neil to look into his eyes.
“What did I say?!” he snapped, and Neil easily fell to fear – something that
felt like an odd mix of pretend and real. But he knew everything was going to
be okay. That much, he was certain of. Besides, he was beyond curious. “Mm… it
seems you really do wish to be punished…” Max’s hands couldn’t keep to himself
– sliding down Neil’s stomach again as he spoke, the shivers returning.
It was painful for him, too. Max knew he couldn’t keep his dick tucked away for
much longer. Every inch was starting to hurt. But for the sake of this, he
could hold it out just a bit longer. Hopefully. But, despite the feeling of
moving, Max sat back, hand resting against his chin. He looked him over with
those eyes, which caused Neil – again – to shiver, and he felt it in the
throbbing in his pants. No-one knew it would take this turn, but he didn’t want
it to stop. Not now.
“So… what can I do to you…?”
It took a moment, but Max quickly laid out the instructions – it wasn’t all
that unique, but he knew it would get a rise out of the two of them (he hoped).
So, once Neil’s back side was facing his way, Max grasped his pants and pulled
them down, jocks following soon after. There was a small breath from Neil as
his tiny dick was released, but Max paid no attention to it now, as he lifted
his hand.
There was a moment of silence before it came smacking down, colliding hard with
Neil’s ass. An alarming squeal came from his boyfriend, and the tears formed,
but it was only to be followed by a breathless moan. As the pain drifted away
slowly, all he could feel was pleasure, and that felt so, sogood.
Of course, this only egged Max on, and with a growl, he brought his hand down
again, and again. Each smack felt more and more painful as it collided with the
same red, aching spot – some even quick enough to add onto the pain from the
last one enough to cause him to scream.
Neil wasn’t sure how long it lasted. Ten, maybe? But he’d held it out. Sure,
there were tears, but the word had been right there, in his head, the entire
time. He didn’t want Max to feel bad, after all, but he’d say it if he had to.
Surprisingly, even to him, it hadn’t been too much for him. And he loved that,
even more. Max then leaned back, folding his arms as he stared down at him. “Do
you think you’ve received enough punishment for now?”
Neil considered that question. He’d decided yes for two reasons – not only did
he want things to continue, but he didn’t want to blow it by now with using the
safe word, even if he knew he could. Neil believed he could get through this.
On the other hand, he knew that Max’s erection must be getting really
uncomfortable, and Neil’s next words weren’t about to help.
“Yes… yes, Master,” he said, his voice representing the pain and the pleasure,
as he inched himself over. And there was the groan – the look on Neil’s face,
and the tears in his eyes hadn’t helped either. To be in pain was Neil’s turn
on, and to see people in pain was Max’s. It wasn’t honestly that surprising.
Neil lowered his eyes down to Max’s pants, but didn’t dare to make a move.
Sure, he was eager – but not as much as Max; he could tell. This would be easy.
“Do you need help with that, Master?”
Max had a hard time keeping his groans to himself tonight. He was only asking
for it. But Neil was right – it was getting uncomfortable, and Max was longing
to bring himself to come. Before Neil was the plan, and besides, he seemed to
be handling it well. Max had his erection pressing against his pants for a long
time now.
He had no plans to be submissive tonight, but leaned back anyways – unzipping
the only barrier stopping his fully erect cock from bouncing out. Not to
mention the groan of pleasure and ‘finally’that came with doing so.
Neil quickly caught on – then again, even if he hadn’t, he wasn’t sure he could
keep himself from his actions. He was convinced that, if anything, that was as
much of a ‘yes’ as he was going to get. He took his time to crawl forward,
keeping his movements rather slow… yes, yes, he was teasing him. He was all
full of that now, apparently.
Unfortunately, Max wasn’t having it now. He grasped hold of his shirt and
pulled him forward, forcing the erect cock into his mouth. He moaned out at the
feeling, though his hand remained, firmly grasping Neil’s hair.
Was he surprised? Yes, but Neil had no problems quickly catching up. One hand
grasping at the base, his tongue slid up the side and dragged over the tip –
slowly, at first, before he sucked hard around Max’s dick, taking in as much as
he could manage. Every thrust and moan were all he needed to continue, and
continue he did. Neil lost track of time, every inch of him focused entirely on
the length of his cock; covering every inch that he could (for there was a lot,
compared to what Neil knew of his own).
Max almost lost all control – so much, he grasped hold of the sheets with both
hands, groans and moans spilling out freely. And the things that he’d said; Max
both loved and hated, and yet, couldn’t think of any other way he could go
about it. Not like this. “Fuck, S-Space- agh!” Every time he tried, and failed,
for each movement only brought more moans out of his throat. And the pressure –
he could feel it building up fast, as every touch to his riled cock – even the
lightest ones – were enough to make him jerk. He could feel it, and fuck, he’d
been waiting for this for so long. Just- just a little closer…
The reaction caught Neil off guard – so much, that was almost an
understatement. There was no stopping him from jolting back somewhat, the hot,
strange tasting liquid filling up his mouth almost instantly. Despite the
chances of him having known about this, he’d been so caught up in the moment
that it was the last thing on his mind – and now it was leaving him coughing,
tears filling up his eyes.
Despite the pain he’d endured so willingly up until this point, as Neil felt
Max make his way forward – after having gotten his breath back – he let the
word slip out of his throat, followed by coughs. “Cheese— Cheese, I—just need a
minute.” He hoped Max didn’t mind that it was all over the bed, now. It made
him feel bad.
He was grateful for the gentle arms around himself, however, and Neil leaned
back. He gulped, the taste still there, and yet, at least now it was not almost
bringing him near choking. Neil didn’t know why it was such a big deal, but
unlike the pain, he’d hardly been expecting it. It had been too much, too fast.
Max barely made much a move, though couldn’t stop the words, that came out as
small whispers. “Hey, don’t worry about it. Neil, you did… so fucking good, I-
I can’t lie. I was- not expecting that out of you. Uh, no offense.”
There was none, going by who Neil was – if anything, it made him fill a little
giddy, even if he was embarrassed. Clearly. His face flushed, and he lifted a
hand to press it against his left cheek. “R-Really?”
“Fuck yes, it was. You did so good, I swear.” Max pressed a kiss to the back of
his neck, and Neil hummed in response. There were a few seconds of comfortable
silence, before he spoke up again.
“Okay, I’m fine,” Neil said, despite not making a move. Of course, Max had
ideas. He always had ideas. Then again, Neil was grateful – for all of this. It
had all been a rush, but he loved every second of it. Besides, it wasn’t like
anyone else was going to find out… so long as Max was enjoying it too, then he
was fine with it. All of it.
Max let out a low chuckle, and then drifted his hand down to Neil’s shorts,
digging his hand gently in to grasp his hand around his small, and yet
sensitive dick. Judging by the gasp he got, he was sure of it. “Well, that’s
good… because I believe I’ve got something to take care of.”
Max knew he was going to get himself worked up again, for sure. Of course, that
was fine – he could just deal with that later. Take a shower. They were
probably both going to need one after this, that was certain. And the sheets.
Nonetheless, now, that was not on his mind, and neither his partners. Neil let
out a whimper, his eyes, as best as they could, looking into Max’s. “Yes- yes
please, Max…” he let out. There was no way he still wouldn’t have it in them,
but now, he was hardly even thinking about it. Not with how close his hand was.
Neil didn’t care how it was done, but he was more than enjoying the fingers
that danced across his dick, easily covering all the sensitive spots in record
time – it felt. And he wasn’t holding it back, either. Every moan and squeal –
even he squirmed in attempt to reach for more, but many of the moans forced his
eyes shut softly, and the expression on his face was more than arousing – what
with his flushed face, sweat covering his forehead, and the saliva that
trickled out of his mouth with every moan. Fuck, this was harder then he
thought, but Max could deal. He’d had his fun. Now, it wasn’t about him.
Max pressed a kiss against Neil’s neck – partly to distract himself from the
sight, even as the sounds helped no less. But he focused as much as he could on
his lover’s pleasure – that, and nothing more. The whimper’s intensified, and
even then, followed the moans of his name; now those Max loved to hear.
“Getting close, love?” he whispered, breathing onto Neil’s neck softly. There
was a slight nod, followed by the response as Max’s hand repeated the movement
around his dick. Up and down constantly, and yet, he could not help himself
from reaching for the tip. Playing with that was just as fun.
“Y-Yes, Max… please, I’m so close… let me come,” he cried out in pure pleasure,
moans filling the spaces. Max bit his lip to hold back his own groan, bringing
himself back to focusing on his boyfriend with his smirk. That had been a good
one though. Fuck, this was certainly going to make these times fun.
It had taken less time then Max had thought – but what was he to complain,
really? Part of him would’ve loved for it to last as long as possible, and yet
the other enjoyed the high-pitched squeal far too much that it had all been
worth it. His hand remained pressed around his cock as Neil came, feeling most
of the fluid spill over his hand. Even the breaths were worth it as he
recovered – something that kept Max where he was, as well.
It took maybe a minute or two, but both were content in the silence. After
that, Space Kid shuffled a bit to pull up his pants, before bringing himself to
face Max. Neither of them needed any words as their lips pressed together for a
blissful, happy moment as all their thoughts and memories flooded into them at
once.
“Mmm…” Space Kid hummed, wrapping his arms around Max. He rested his head
against his chest, eyes closing, and Max let out a quiet chuckle. He placed a
hand on his back, stroking gently, the other doing the same with his hair.
“Tired?” Max asked, and Space Kid only nodded. It worked for him, really – he
needed to go and take that shower, anyways. At least one half of the bed wasn’t
covered in come. He’d probably go get some towels for that now, and worry about
the sheets another time.
It wasn’t like it would be hard to move Space Kid down to the couch, if he
needed to. If Max wasn’t tired in a bit, either. Then again, showers always did
the job of keeping him awake… but he could think on that later. He inched Space
Kid over to the clean side of the bed, keeping up the gentle movements until
his breath slowed. Thankfully, he wasn’t the clingy type in his sleep.
Respectful even when he couldn’t control his actions.
Max pressed a kiss to his forehead, before making his way to the bathroom. He
was a bit slow, but what did he need to rush, anyways? He was thinking a lot on
the moment – parts of it seemed too difficult to believe, and yet, he loved it.
How on earth Space Kid had, he couldn’t tell, but he was glad that he hadn’t
hurt him in the end. At least, not more than he would’ve wanted. Max would hate
to think of taking it too far at some point in time.
But now? Now, it was fine. Everything was fine. He could only reassure himself
with that as he reached for the towel, letting the shower run for the moment,
as he leaned against the wall.
A blissful smile formed on his face, and Max didn’t try to push away his
feelings. For once, now, it was all he wanted to feel, and all he was grateful
that someone else felt so strongly for him.
After all, out of all the people in the world – it was Space Kid.
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