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Deep breathes Max, in, one two, out, three four.
"Baby Goof! Where's your shaving cream?"
Breath in. "Uh, behind the mirror?"
"Behind the what? Is this a- oh, I got it, thanks Pups."
Breath out, three four.
"I will say, you regulars have sure found quite some cute ways to compact household objects, you don't even have room to separate your creams and moisturizers." Max could hear Bradley chuckle to himself behind the Goofy household restroom.
Breath in. "Yes yes. We, the poor dirt beneath your feet, try to be as unobtrusive as possible." He mocked in his boyfriend's fancy tone.
Bradley opened the door a peak.
"Oh, Maxy, and you fail at even that, but look at you, learning big boy words, quite sexy." He snickered. "Now don't say I never taught ya anything!"
Bradley gave a loud maniacal laughter as Max rolled his eyes, beginning to drum his fingers on the now open edge of the bathroom door. He slowly slid inside, watching as Bradley began to lather on a generous amount of shaving cream onto his lower face and neck.
Max couldn't help himself, he really liked this side of his Bradley. The charismatic silver-tongued Gamma leader was hot, but this laid back, stripped down teasing brat who hogged all of Max's jersey shirts, (which he always paired with an obscenely short pair of dolphin shorts) was just as attractive.
Max also just liked the view of his boyfriend's toned legs and calves. And ass.
"That's very gay of you to do, checking out an unsuspecting guy who's just trying to shave, Pups."
Max couldn't help the small smirk playing on his lips, he sat down on the bathroom tub's edge, directly behind the said 'unsuspecting guy.'
"And here I thought once it was mine I could keep staring at it without being called gay."
Bradley lifted his fancy shaving knife off his face to look back at Max, knife now pointing down at him.
"Oh, you can look, Pups, but since we can't close that door while being in here 'cause of Goof Senior's decency rule, that's all you'll be doing."
He turned back to his shaving task, leaning further in, hips sticking out 'nonchalantly.'
Max felt his throat tighten.
"Also yes, it's still pretty gay."
"But I'm still wearing my socks!"
"And I'll be wearing all white if I accidentally slit my throat, now sit!" He hissed out, bringing up his elbow to start shaving the other side of his face better.
Max stuck his tongue out, going back to being 'gay' before the call from earlier resurfaced into his mind.
Bradley just had that effect on him, soothing him calm, but once that thought was in his mind again, even the nice view didn't help his nerves set.
Breath in, one two.
And out, three four.
"Alrighty, my bestest work, if I do say so myself." He pulled out a towel from a steaming bowl of water and began patting down his face. Bradley pulled out some more expensive small bottles that looked like they held imported gels and oils Max would never be able to comprehend. A distant world to his own; shampoo, a bar of soap, and some sunscreen felt like enough for now
"All right there, Pups? Your brow has three rolls."
Max snapped out of his mind. "Says you. Your brow looks like fresh loafs of bread."
Bradley scoffed, turning back to the mirror to massage some creams in said area with vigor.
"Honestly, the worst, why I outa just-" He began to mumble to himself.
Max felt it the right time now, Bradley was done with sharp knifes, and he was breathing steady.
"Brads?"
"What?"
Breath out, BREATH.
"Do you remember Roxanne?" Bradley froze. "The girl I used to date in high school that I told you about?"
He turned. Confused. "Yes?"
Don't hold your breath, slowly, breath out.
"She's uh, she called, e-earlier while you were showering to say she's back in town and wanted to, y'know, catch up?"
He blinked. "Catch up."
"Yep, uh, yes."
His brow furrowed, head tilting slightly. "Do you want to? Catch up?"
Oh boy, is this a test? Uh, no, he's just curious.
"I do, we ended it a while back before I even met you and even thought all I feel for her now is a sense of nostalgia, I just wanna see how she's been, how she's doing..."
"Alone?"
"What? No! No! Pj and Bobby, and Roan! You remember Roan? Pj's poetic and strong willed girlfriend? A-and you!"
Max stood, stepping foward to reach for Bradley's elbows softly. He smiled. "You, I wanna go meet her with you."
Bradley didn't say so, but he visible relaxed.
"Hmph, odd choice, Goof, but who am I if not an over indulging boyfriend."
Max felt his breathing come back to him.
"Now, what, where, when, and how?" Bradly turned back to his skincare task while snapping his fingers at Max.
An old habit that meant nervousness to Max.
"Uh, at the Shakey Shack by the skateboarding park, on the weekend, it's not far so we can skate there. What does 'what' mean?"
"What will we be wearing, because as you've noticed, I don't exactly know your friends vibes too well yet, you can dress me."
Max slid his hands up Bradley's shirt. "I'll be dressing you? Any way I like?"
"Well, I gotta approve, Pups. Should we wear matching socks?" Bradley smirked back at him, leaning foward again to have his hips meet with Max's. He bit back a groan.
"Boys? You two ready? Sylvia's meeting us at the diner in 20 and I don't wanna be late! Max?"
Bradley swiftly finished his skincare and moved around Max to walk out. "Restroom's all yours babe!"
Max could hear him laugh hautly as he walked down the hall to his room.
That smooth motherf-
"Max!"
"Coming!"
Bradley laughed louder.
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"And he took it well?"
Max stopped his chewing, currently eating cereal in front of the t.v. with Pj and Bobby in Pj's house.
"Yeah, he did, even asked what, where, when, and how."
"Hmm..."
Max blinked up at Bobby. "Hmm? What do you mean hmm?"
"Nothing, just hmm, don't have another word that expresses that."
Bobby folded his arms behind his head. Max noticed Pj avoid his gaze.
"Pj?"
Pj took a deep breath. "As a whisperer of the mind, with a beautiful intricate girlfriend who explores the arrays of the soul's whims....Press x to doubt."
Max dropped his spoon into his bowl. "What? You think he's lying?"
"Wouldn't be the first time."
"Bobby!" Pj and Max scolded.
"What? Let's be real peeps, he's not exactly ever taken challenges easy. Max's cute high school sweetheart is back and wants to meet up? Also, you haven't told her you're gay-?"
"Bi-"
"Yet? Of course he might see competition."
"You haven't told her about Bradley yet? Why?" Pj asked.
"What do you mean why? I haven't talked to her in almost two years, and when a dude's in love with another dude, he's not gonna go try to call his ex girlfriend."
Pj hummed. "Fair."
"All I'm saying is, this could, might not! But it could turn into a cat fight. Especially since you haven't told Roxanne you're not single. She might want you back."
"What?"
"Bobby, friend, hey, look at me. Stop freaking him out."
"Oh my Golly, does she want me back? Oh no, this is bad, this is really really bad, you guys! What do I even do in that situation?!?"
"Just being honest, Pj; and the answer is nothing, it'll be funnier."
"What!?"
"Bobby, time out, no more from you, and Max, talk to them, ask if Bradley is still okay with this and then explain to Roxanne you're seeing someone who's gonna come with us."
"I've got two days! Roxanne said she'll be unavailable till tomorrow evening and if she doesn't pick up-?"
Pj bit his lip like if he was gonna deliver some devastating news. "Then you make sure to stick by Bradley, go full amor mio on him."
"Amo- what?"
"Be gay."
"I'm bi, Bobby."
"I know, just ignore that part of you till she gets the memo."
"What does that even- alright, you know what? I'm just gonna go talk to Bradley, thanks guys! You're really helping me relax here."
Max huffed, grabbing his skateboard and helmet.
"You're welcome." Bobby smiled, amused.
Pj looked concerned. "Just, make sure to talk to them. They'll hear you out, Max."
Max grabbed for the door knob. He let out a huff of air.
"Thanks Pj."
He headed home.
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"Brads? Dad, I'm home-"
Max stopped as he heard his father's laughter, it was met with his hot boyfriend's slow chuckle. They were chatting in the living room.
Max decided to walk over slowly, the two of them getting along without him always left him warm inside, his dad just seemed to always find the humor in everything and Bradley loved to entertain an active audience. They oddly got along well, once the past was left behind.
Max peaked around to see them on the couch, hunched over some pictures albums Max was familiar with. By Bradley, (who looked good in his causal button up with the sleeves rolled up), were some shopping bags from big brands. Ever the heavy spender, his Brads.
"I'm home."
Bradley and Goofy looked up like deer in headlights, Bradley especially looked like he was turning greener by the minute.
"Son, thought you'd be out longer."
"I was, but the boys were being jerks and I wanted to be with my family. Was this a bad time? What were you two looking at-"
Max froze, in Bradley's hand was a familiar picture of a familiar night, the night Roxanne and Max had gone to prom. Two young teens who had thought they had found their forever and after.
Bradley tried to cover the picture up, it was too late.
Goofy closed the book album in his hand.
"We were reminiscing, I had just got home from work and Bradley from shopping."
Max looked over at Bradley's face who was avoiding his eyes.
"I got curious..." He whispered softly, Max almost hadn't heard it.
"...right."
"Yep."
Goofy felt the room's temperature drop. He stood up abruptly.
"I'll go get dinner ready then! Sylvia's probably coming over any minute now and I don't wanna keep us all waiting." He laughed nervously, walking quickly out of the living room.
Bradley returned the picture back into the album pocket.
"...you looked cute, she's quite the doll, I'm sure she's grown into quite a fine young lady."
Max felt confused, Bradley meant his words but the conversation with the boys from earlier now painted the picture in his mind a different shade.
"Bradley-"
"Oh no, not my birth name."
"Let's go upstairs." Max sighed, picking up his boyfriend's shopping spree and making his way up. It took a while, but Bradley made his way up right after, he had closed the door behind them once inside their room.
Max turned on the radio, sitting down on his bed before patting the spot next to him.
"Sit."
Bradley looked petulant but followed along.
"I'm sat."
Max felt his lips quirk up.
"Bradley, I wanna ask again, just to make sure, are you still okay with me meeting up with Roxanne?"
"What? Of course, Goofy has vouched for what a lovely girl she is, I trust you two's character analysis."
Max winced, he didn't detect a lie but that added another complication.
"She doesn't know."
Bradley quirked his lips down. "Know what?"
"That we're dating."
".....what?"
"I haven't talked to her in years, and the other day was the first time she and I had talked, and it didn't even cross my mind to tell her 'cause I wanted you to give me the okay to even meet with her first and then the boys made the situation more obvious to me that I should have talked to you two beforehand but Roxanne won't be available to talk till tomorrow night and I just-"
"Okay, Max, just, wait, that's a lot to process."
Max felt his throat tighten. "Sorry."
"It's fine! It's fine." Bradley ran his fingers through his hair. "Just some complications, annoying, but nothing too out of this world."
Bradley laid back, pulling Max down with him so they laid side by side, he placed his hands on his torso, looking up.
"So, we're gonna go meet this girl who's your ex."
"...yeah."
"And she doesn't know you're taken, by another guy."
"...yeah...."
"So she currently thinks you're single, and you accepted her invite with her thinking that way-"
"Not on purpose!"
"That's not the point, this is a fact, correct?" He glared, Max was vehemently silenced.
"Yeah..."
Bradley took a deep breath. "Well, fuck, and when I had finally felt comforted by your dad's words. I might as well buy you a fucking collar and a new brain so you don't accidentally lead other girl's hearts on.
Max turned to his side, reaching out to touch his frustrated boyfriend only to be swatted away.
"No, you don't get to do the puppy eyes at me! This is serious, Max."
"I know, I didn't mean to, I just wanted to meet up with a hot older college guy on my arm."
"Har har, fuck off, don't touch me! I don't wanna be associated with a man who makes mistakes and then tries to butter me up like some snitch to the mafia after being cornered!"
"Do you know any mafianos?"
"Does that even matter? I'm not looking at you so stop doing the eye thing!"
But Max was persistent, he swiftly picked himself up and draped himself over Bradley, who had instantly turned away, arms crossed over his chest defensively.
"I'm sorry, love, please don't be mad. I should have known better, but I'll make it right."
"How? More smooth talking? I'll cut your throat, Maxwell, just try me."
Max thought the bite in his tone to be cute, especially since he knew how shit of a fighter Bradley to be. He could probably wrestle the knife out of his hand.
"You wouldn't."
"I'll strike while you sleep."
"You'd be heartbroken."
"I can live without my heart."
Max lowered himself to his boyfriend's neck, licking up a familiar path up his pale throat. Bradley's Adam's apple visibly bobbed.
"Can you?"
"Obviously, it's quite simple, really, I'll just have to call my fath- haaaAh! You cheater!"
Max suckled slowly below Bradley's earlobe, repressing a smirk he felt he had successfully earned. His world shifted as he was turned on his back, Bradley puffing out a deep breath before straddling Max's hips.
"You think I'll let you lead today? After pissing me the fuck off?" His face looked dark, but Max felt more entranced with the red forming below Bradley's ear, he had sucked hard. It will leave a mark.
"No, I don't mind us switching." He felt out of breath, looking up at Bradley expectantly.
Bradley just shoved his hands roughly under Max's shirt, pulling it over his pinned boyfriend's head.
"Just shut up and take your shirt off, we've got like 20 minutes before Sylvia's over and I do wanna get off before then."
Max felt out of breath already and Bradley then began to unbutton his shirt, Max's hands went lower, unzipping both himself and Bradley's pants.
"Lube?" Bradley huffed, feeling Max's warm hand begin to palm at his erection roughly.
"Under the pillow, mine."
Bradley reached over for the left pillow, letting Max kiss his chest before shuffling back down to sit comfortably over Max's thighs. Lube in hand, Bradley pulled his cock and Max's out before gathering a generous amount in his hand.
Max held his breath as Bradley held them both with both hands, beginning to pump them both to a fast steady pace. Max let his hands wander to Bradley's thighs, trying to give them a better angle, he pulled Bradley up a bit to lift his own thigh up for Bradley to ride back on. He used his left hand to bring his older boyfriend's head down to meet in a smoldering kiss while rocking his Bradley into a steady hump.
"Ah fuuck, you asshole, you won't even- mmf, let me just- do what I want ah!"
Max felt his chest rub up against Bradley's as they humped each other to completion. Rocking his thigh up his boyfriend's bouncy ass as he jerked them off was fun, but it didn't feel like enough.
"You still mad, love?"
Bradley moaned into his mouth in response, slurping down Max's tongue whenever he could, his fist never stopping his movements as he seaked out completion.
"Just- haah lemme, finish ya jerk!"
Max chuckled, flipping them back over as he helped Bradley lower their pants down further, wrapping his leg around Max's waist and then helping Bradley fist them off.
"Fuck! Moree, Maxy..."
"I've got you, just let go, unnn, ya brat."
Max moaned in Bradley's ear, stroking them harsher while Bradley wrapped his arms around Max's neck, holding on for dear life.
He gasped, lifting his spine off the bed as his orgasm hit, spunk landing on his own chin. Bradley's arms began to loosen their grip after orgasm, his high leaving him relaxed. Max licked a streak of cum off Bradley's throat, finishing himself off on his jelly-like Boyfriend's pelvis.
He groaned out Bradley's name when it hit.
Max leaned back, letting himself catch his breath before using his abandoned shirt to clean themselves off.
Bradley remained quiet, wiping at his drooling mouth after a bit before tucking himself in, he slowly used his elbows to prop himself up. Max grinned down at him cheekily.
"Mad?"
"Scorching, but if I can make a collar with my name around your neck for the weekend I'll be good."
Max frowned down at him
"But, my dad-"
"You always wear turtlenecks." Bradley smirked up at him, hand roaming Max's chest as he seemed to map out his 'collar' with his eyes.
"And besides, it's not like I can leave a hickey, fuzzy." He laughed. Pulling Max down for another sloppy kiss till-
"Boys? Foods ready! I made tacos!"
Bradley and Max sighed happily as they separated, getting up slowly to fix their clothes and hair. And get Max a new shirt.
"Why couldn't we have tacos yesterday? It's Wednesday. Tuesday would have made more sense."
"Hey, since you can't cook, you can't complain about the menu."
"I very much can. And did, maybe not infront of your father but I still will, would."
Max pulled him closer by his jeans.
"You're a dick."
"Hm, yes. I'll take note of that when you suck me off, Pups." Bradley leaned in for a kiss with a quick swipe of tongue Max almost bit at, instead he nipped Bradley's lower lip.
"Can I suck you off?"
Bradley laughed, pulling him by his hand towards the door.
"Maybe, after some Wednesday tacos and some socks on."
Max wouldn't stop laughing.
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Saturday was starting off great. Bradley had taken Sylvia, Goofy, and Max for some breakfast, they had then walked around the big golfing park to take pictures by the fascinating white castle you can actually enter in, (even though only a very small child, or a very stubborn adult could fit). Then, they had gone shopping for some skate oil, Max's board was starting to squeak.
And finally, they were back home and getting ready to go hang with the gang and Roxanne.
Now, Max, felt the panic rise up again.
"Really? A red button up? And some black slacked pants?"
Max shrugged, happy to have found this ensemble in his closet in the far back corner. This was a scrapped fit he was going to wear for college but had chicken out of. Besides, it just screamed Bradley Uppercrust iii.
"You look good in button ups, and I still wanna show you off." He answered back with.
Bradley picked up the shirt from off the bed.
"I'll look like a jerk. And not even a rich one, at that."
Max rolled his eyes, jumping on the bed to roll on his side, propping up his head with his arm.
"Alright, model number 37, please change and show me what ya got!"
Bradley looked petulant but turned to change behind the closet door.
"I'll still look good, no matter what-"
"Obviously."
"-but what do I even do with the buttons, should I leave two buttons open? Three? One? Rolled up sleaves? Should I wear silver? Gold?"
"Well, what color is my collar? Do you have anything to match?"
Bradley walked out, having tucked in the shirt and opted for the three buttons open with the rolled up sleeves.
He looked good already.
"As a matter of fact, I do, hold."
Max admired his work of a man, and watched as he pulled out a small box from behind his drawer.
"Oh? Am I getting proposed to, love?"
"Ha! No, well. Not anytime soon Pups. Till I've succeeded my father and have made a name for myself more well known than his. You'll just have to stick by me till I've secured your life of luxury, Cinderella."
Max smiled up to him crawling over to the edge of the bed to sit properly.
"Can I have my gift then, prince charming?"
"Sure." Bradley bowed down, gift in hand as it was presented.
Max took the box, carefully unwrapping the paper to preserve; he liked the shiney blue that was used. Inside was a orange box with a lid, he took it off to see inside some white-
"Socks?"
Bradley snickered. "Pull them out."
Max did, finding that it was two pairs, once he turned them over he saw it, he couldn't hold back his laugher.
"Oh my Golly! Really?!?! Now we'll never beat the gay allegations!"
"That was my intention, the blue ones are mine."
"Obviously." Max snorted, letting his fingers rub over the initials of his boyfriend's, a white sock with red stitching. Bradley's were navy blue with light blue stitching, the stitching being Max's initials.
"This is too gay."
"And yet never gay enough, I'm afraid. You're lucky I chickened out of the collar."
Max smirked up at him.
"We can still do the collar, or better yet, I can just flash people my socks."
"Ah, now that's a thought, but enough chatting, Maxy, we have a pretty girl to meet up with and even your friends wouldn't want us to be late on them because we eloped."
Max stood, softly cupping Bradley's face to give him a gentle kiss. Another. A nibble.
"Max...."
Max pulled back, left to wait. Bradley just caved at the puppy eyes.
"Two more kisses, tops."
Max dove back in for more than that.
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Roxanne was a lot of things. Activist, top of her class, active in her campus events, ready to take on the next step on the long road of becoming a big named lawyer, double majoring in both law and anthropology, meeting and knowing interesting new places and laws whenever she had an out of state adventure. She felt she had seen quite a lot of new and different, far more than when she was a teen.
She was more than ready for anything thrown her way, so one could say she is not so easily surprised.
Until today.
Max entered the Shakey Shack, hand in Bradley's who looked like sex on a stick to all the girls who looked his way.
With his messy but intentional hair pushed back as if he had just been tussled into a bed. His shirt tight on his chest and tucked inside his pants, accentuating his waist and ass. His forearms rippled with every move he made, sleeves rolled up to his elbow that flexed tight, hands adorned with three simple gold rings that looked fierce with every flex of his hand. Even his chest looked like it had a cleavage from how defined his pecks were. Sex on a stick was an understatement.
Max didn't look half bad either, his high school rocker hair cut now looked refined and cleaned up, his ears adorned with piercings of different sizes and colors, his shirt a simple tight white turtleneck which defined his arms and wide shoulder blades nicely, paired with some long loose black bottom pants, somehow tight around his nether region where everything else was flowy. From his defined long neck hung a black necklace with a small black moon pendant, to match, two black rings on his left hand, the one still holding onto Bradley's hand.
Max leaned over, whispering in his ear before heading towards the men's room.
Bradley crossed his arms over his chest before turning over slowly, somehow pinpointing the exact spot Roxanne was hidden in.
Compared to these two, only having on a simple pink shirt and checkered red skirt felt like not enough to her.
Bradley tilted his head towards her, making his slow walk over, Roxanne tucked her hair behind her ear.
Bradley's eyes flashed with something.
He stood before her.
"Hello, My Name is Bradley, are you perhaps miss Roxanne? A friend of Max's?"
Roxanne beamed. "Yes, that's me, I'm Roxanne, would you like to sit down?" She pointed at her seat besides her, beginning to play with her hair.
Bradley held back a smirk. "I'd be delighted to."
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Max walked back to find that he had parked his boyfriend by the entrance, only for him to have disappeared, gone.
"Well shit, where did that brat-"
"Max! There you are! We just found parking and you wouldn't believe what this lady said about my beautiful girl's haircut!"
Max turned to see Pj and Roan walk in, hand in hand as they made their way over.
"Hey guys, what happened?"
"Oh, nothing bad, she just said it looked chic. Quite charming coming from such a cool looking older lady." Roan pondered, watching Pj begin to tear up.
"She's blessed our path." Roan nodded with him. Both mumbling to each other.
Max didn't really get it but was happy they were happy nonetheless.
"Where're the others?" Max turned to look around again.
"Not sure, i went to the restrooom and- oh look! It's Bobby!"
Roan rolled her eyes at the mention of Bobby, Pj distracted her protests with a kiss on the cheek.
"What's he looking at?" Pj asked, trying to see in his general direction, he froze.
"What?" Max asked, trying to look over but not being able to since Pj was just taller.
Pj took a deep breath. "You know what karma is?"
"...yeah?" Max asked, trying to prompt Pj to continue, still trying to look over the crowd of people packing the restaurant in mid rush hour.
"Your boyfriend's gonna get hit by it."
Max felt his blood freeze. "What do you mean my boyf-" Max walked foward and he finally saw-
Roxanne looking dreamily up at Bradley.
Oh no.
"Should have predicted this," Bobby walked foward, patting his buddy's shoulder sympathetically. "Even though he's gay, he is considered good looking."
"And charming." Roan added.
"And expensive." Pj hummed.
Max felt his fist tighten, he felt his world zero in on Roxanne who pulled her head back in laughter, twirling her finger into her hair. Bradley had used his arm to prop his chin up, leaving him looking deeply invested in what Roxanne had to say.
She bit her lip, leaning foward.
Max started walking, ignoring his friends' calls for him to stop and think. He didn't.
He reached them, and Roxanne looked up at him, but she didn't smile, his stare said it all to her.
Bradley slowly picked up his head, giving Max a lazy smile.
"Maxy! Finally decided to join-"
He didn't get to finish that sentence, Max held his neck and pulled him foward, plowing his tongue into his bratty boyfriend's mouth, ignoring the onlookers and Roxanne's gasp in favor of loosing himself in Bradley's mouth. He tasted sweet, like milk and cookies from what must have been a milkshake
They gasped when they finally came back to reality. Bradley's eyes were blown wide, lips red and raw from the harsh kiss.
"Happy now?" Max glared, turning back to Roxanne smugly before freezing at the sight of her holding back a laugh.
She looked from Max to Bradley, before just letting go of her restrain.
"Oh haha! Oh my Golly, you were right!"
Max felt confused and frustrated.
"Right?"
Bradley coughed, trying to clear up his throat before sheepishly looking up at Max.
"I was already introducing myself as your boyfriend Pups. Saying how you're usually too shy to say unless you're drunk or jealous."
"Jeal-" Max froze, feeling his face heat up as he looked over at Roxanne, still doubled over in hits of laughter.
"B-but you were twirling your hair!"
Roxanne laughed louder.
Bradley smirked up at him. "It's a shy tick, love."
Max looked back over towards his only other true friends, who were also trying not to laugh like Roxanne, Pj was the only one who gave him a sympathetic look.
Max turned back to his brat.
"I want a divorce."
Roxanne snickered, her laughing finally cooling down. Bradley grinned up at him with her.
"You can't, you just kissed me in front of the most populated restaurant in your town, right next to your ex girlfriend." Bradley gave a pointed look, watching Max look around shyly at the onlookers nearby.
Max looked petulant. "Right, well, I guess it's too late now and I'm stuck with an older college hottie on my arm."
Roxanne giggled. "At least I get the dynamic a bit now." She watched as Pj, Bobby and Roan joined them around the table, giving them all a warm welcome before calling for a waiter.
Max still stuck to Bradley's side, especially when said cute waiter winked his way suggestively. Honestly he can't even keep these weirdos off his Brads. Bradley snickered down at him, lowering himself to Max's ear.
"Are you sure you still want me to go through with this Pups?"
Max glared up at him, squeezing his brat's thigh from under the table.
"Too late now, I'll just have to leave you a collar of hickeys later."
Bradley rolled his eyes, amused.
"That's gay."
"We're gay."
"Shut up."
Max did, and once the lovely meet up was over, he dragged his hot college boyfriend to his room and had his way with him. Bradley didn't mind, the hickey collar looked nice, and his Maxy always looked good mad.
It was rather gay, all in all.