Max - Bey Deckard Page 0,39

a tender little kiss, and he wrapped his arms around the narrow waist as Max melted against him. He was even getting used to the feeling of Max’s hardening cock bump into his thigh, something that used to trouble him. Max’s fingers scratched his back lightly, leaving little eddies of pleasure to spread through his skin.

“Want to fuck me, Doc?” Max whispered after breaking the kiss.

“Mm.” Crane captured Max’s mouth again, his cock pinned between their bodies. He grabbed Max’s ass hard, eliciting a groan from the younger man. With little effort, he wrestled Max down flat and put him on his belly. However, when he saw the marks he’d left behind, he frowned to himself. He touched the bruises that covered Max’s hips and back—the outcome of a particularly vigorous attempt to tame him with a length of bamboo. Pressing on one of the oblong purple splotches caused Max to squirm and let out a small whimper of pain.

All of a sudden, Crane felt… heavy. Sombre. Almost sad. He’d been such an innocent not that long ago. What was he turning into?

He lay down next to Max, and when he hadn’t touched him for a few moments, Max lifted his head to look at him, his brow wrinkled in confusion.

“I’m not in the mood,” Crane said. Maybe it was because he was hungover or stressed or tired, but his cock had wilted, and he didn’t care to try and wake it.

Max stared at him for a few seconds, and then he went up on hands and knees to rummage through the drawer next to the bed.

“I don’t want any drugs.”

“I know,” Max replied. He kneeled next to Crane and squirted some lube into his palm.

“I said I wasn’t in the mood.”

“Shh.” Max reached for Crane’s mostly limp cock and began fondling and stroking it with a slippery grip. More than a minute passed, but Max’s efforts began to pay off, and soon Crane was good and stiff. To his surprise, Max let go of his cock and lay back down, his back to Crane. “C’mere…”

Silently, Crane turned on his side and drew Max back against him, spooning him. Max shifted a bit and after only a few slightly awkward attempts managed to get Crane’s cock at the right angle to slide into him. Crane let out a sigh. He felt so good. Burying his face against Max’s hair, he pulled his hips back to thrust into him again.

Max hummed in pleasure and reached back to rest his hand on Crane’s thigh, stopping him. “Doc, you can fuck me or you can just stay put and maybe we can fall asleep like this. It’s up to you. I don’t mind either way. I love the feeling of you inside me.”

Crane opened his eyes and stroked Max’s curls back gently, his mind on Mary. She’d never said anything remotely like that. Had she even enjoyed sex with him? It had seemed like it at the time, but in hindsight… maybe she hadn’t? “Do you really like it?” Crane murmured and felt Max’s chuckle all along his body.

“Yes. Why would I lie about that?”

Crane shrugged, shutting his eyes again. He was drowsy but getting more aroused as Max’s subtle movements caressed his cock.

“And I said loved it, Doc.”

With a quiet moan, Crane hugged Max tight, twining their fingers together as he pushed his cock in deeper. Really, the question was: why wouldn’t Max lie, given that he lied about almost everything, but then… What did it matter? If it was fiction, at least it was really nice fiction.

First thing Monday, though, he’d call Victoria’s office. Just in case.

11

A Partnership

Thursday, October 20th

Yawning, Crane shook off and tucked himself back into his shorts. When he flushed, he couldn’t help but notice the toilet needed a scrub, which was a little odd considering the pristine state of the condo when he’d first moved in a month ago. Maybe it was because he and Max were so busy fucking and getting fucked-up that Max wasn’t tidying up like he used to.

We should get a maid. He frowned and reached for his toothbrush, and as he brushed his teeth, he stared at the bearded, haggard face in the mirror—he barely recognized himself. Since he’d lost his job at the clinic, his personal grooming habits had gone completely downhill. Who cared what he looked like? Max hadn’t complained.

Crane spat, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and kicked some towels out of his path as he