Re: FILL: No Woman, No CryloosedefenseNovember 5 2010, 01:01:31 UTC
And so, like he always did whenever he felt the edges of depression scrabble at him, he changed the subject, nudging Max with his elbow and asking, “So what’s up in the love department, yo?”
Max had laughed uncomfortably and shook his head. “It’s down to zero right now. I’m hoping it doesn’t go down to negatives.”
“You’re kidding.” Maxie was the most attractive person he knew. If he wasn’t getting any… “Why?”
“What do you mean, ‘why’?” Maxie had snapped a bit harshly, so he’d held his hands up in surrender, and allowed the other boy to take his time.
“I just … I haven’t … you know … since Roxanne.”
“Since Rox- dude, you were thirteen!” There was no hiding the scandalous tone in his voice, because it truly was shocking news. He may have been a loser, but at least he’d never pined for anyone for five years.
(He’d only been pining for Max for about five months up to that point.)
“Forget it,” Maxie had said gruffly, turning his head away, apparently no longer interested in the joint which was quickly dying out. Fuck that. He took one last puff before dispensing of the roach and pulled out another one.
“I don’t think I’m feeling anything,” Max had protested when he’d passed it over. “Maybe it doesn’t work for me.”
He’d grinned then and blew out his puff into the air. “Famous last words, brother. Famous last words.”
Indeed they were. Once they switched over to the homemade bong he kept under his bed, it didn’t take long before Max was halfway collapsed on the floor giggling his sweet little ass off. “It - it feels like a million ants crawling over my skin,” he managed to get out. “Or - or like the Earth is trying to pull me down with its gravitational force.” He let out another laugh, which quickly ceded into an embarrassing chortle of “A-hyuck-hyuck-hyuck-hyuck-hyuck,” causing Max to slap his hands over his mouth in mortification.
“Well, if you can still say crud like ‘gravitational force’, then you need to take another hit,” he said decisively, holding out the bong with an outstretched arm.
Maxie tried ineffectually to reach out and grab it, only to fail as he couldn’t be bothered actually getting up and accepting the pack. “Come closer,” he whined.
There was a sigh, a roll of the eyes, and then a brilliant idea, as he got to his feet, under the pretense of joining his friend where he lay on the floor, and then a stumble, a trip, and whoops, there goes the bong, splashing water over the hardwood floor just by Maxie’s ear and clattering as it rolled away from the momentum, and then he was on him, feeling the other boy’s slim, toned body through the barriers of their thin T-shirts, faces hovering closer than strictly necessary as he landed on just the right spot over his friend’s frame. Maxie’s eyes bulged and he let out a gush of air at the sudden weight, but neither of them seemed inclined to move, and he didn’t care what Maxie said, if he was uncomfortable with it, he would have made damn sure to put some distance between them no matter how stoned he was.
They lay there, staring into one another’s eyes, and perhaps Maxie was waiting for him to make the first move, apologize and shift over next to him, but then, Maxie wasn’t saying a damn word and he sure as hell wasn’t going to hurry it along.
Re: FILL: No Woman, No CryloosedefenseNovember 5 2010, 01:03:03 UTC
So maybe it was a little devious and a bit underhanded, but hell, what was the point of being a teenager if you weren’t going take a few chances in the name of getting off, and as the space between them closed in and he raised his sunglasses up so that it wouldn’t get in the fucking way of the view he was about to get as he lay one on his best friend, he reasoned with himself that Maxie was fully conscious and hyperaware of what was about to happen because it would have been impossible for him not to be, because come on, he was right there, and then it was too late anyway, because his lips were puckering, and Maxie’s breathing was quickening, and suddenly they were together, and he will never forget the feel of Max’s firm, full lips as they gave way to his tongue or the small whimpers that came out of Max’s throat and went straight down to his own balls.
He wanted to feel his nipples, because God, nipples were sexy as fuck and he’d gotten a good look at Maxie’s in the locker room, bigger and rounder than his own and a slightly lighter shade than the rest of his body, but when Maxie parted his legs, it was too easy to abandon the idea in favour of slipping his thigh between the other boy’s in order to deepen the kiss further, coax Maxie’s tongue out of hiding and encourage it to explore his own mouth the same way he was ravishing Maxie’s, and goddamn if he hadn’t given another one of those hot little whimpers and tightened his grip as if holding on for a wild roller coaster ride.
When he finally slid downwards, ignoring the belt to shuck Maxie’s loose jeans down bony hips, digging his fingers in deep so that he would be sure to take his boxers off at one go, pressing soft kisses to the exposed skin of Max’s belly, tongue darting out to explore the hard ridges of flesh wherever it could find it.
He would forever remember the harsh, ragged panting that resounded above him as he ruffled his nose into the wiry dark hairs that decorated Maxie’s groin before coming round to lay a wet smack on the full-sized balls then licking up the boy’s shaft, and wasn’t he just wonderfully long, but gloriously thick too. He just had to pull back to admire the sight before him, taking care to drift his fingers up above the hem of the other boy’s red shirt where it could softly caress his skin and keep him on this delirious high that allowed his best friend to do whatever the fuck he wanted to.
And there were so many things he wanted to do.
The crown of Maxie’s cock was deliciously pink, standing out against the canvas of dark skin as it slapped against his flat belly, and he could see an invitingly large vein that ran along the underside of his shaft that just begged for attention. Maxie was surprisingly smooth, even moreso than he was, with only soft, downy hair feathered along his legs, and before he knew it, the urge to taste the other boy was on him again, so it was easy to quell his musings and just slip back into position between Max’s legs and dart his tongue out, eliciting a gasp above him as he laved his attention on the weeping head.
Even back then he knew enough to sheath his teeth with the cover of his lips before slowly, slowly engulfing the thick shaft, mentally cheering when he saw Max’s gloved hand curl into a tight fist and bear down on the hardwood floor in obvious restraint. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of it, his first time having a boy’s cock in his mouth - his first time having anyone in this manner - and sank down further, taking more of Maxie in.
Re: FILL: No Woman, No CryloosedefenseNovember 5 2010, 01:03:56 UTC
Curling his tongue over the bulbous head before he descended too far, he relished the sensation Maxie left on his tastebuds, enjoying what he could now with the promise of more to come if ust worked for it, and so he fought with his reflex, the overwhelming urge to spit the organ out as it filled his senses more and more and take in air instead. He fought it because this was so much better
He paused when he reached the bottom, his throat dry as sandpaper, marvelling at the fact that he had actually managed to accomplish this much his first time, and that feeling was compounded further when he felt Max’s hand slowly reach down and pat his hair in reward, an encouragement to do more, so he hollowed his cheeks out and sucked making up for the lack of wetness in his mouth by increasing the pressure, and Max moaned, arching his back off the floor and impaling himself deeper into the welcoming cavern he found himself engulfed in, his grip tightening as a sort of warning that was cheerfully ignored, before crying out his release.
After it was all over and Max had slid out of his mouth, and the two of them were lying side by side and recovering, dirty bong water pressing into his green T-shirt and making his skin prickle with discomfort, Max had turned to him with that same sweet smile and said softly, “Thanks.”
“No problem, homes,” was the automatic reply, and really it was the only one Robert Zimmeruski was capable of giving.
There was no offer for reciprocation, to helpful hand extending to return the favour, but he never expected one; this was more than he could have possibly hoped for, so he smiled and watched as Max shakily got to his feet while pulling his boxers and jeans up, crowing inside when he saw his kneecaps tremble knowing he did that. “You were really good,” Max said finally. “I didn’t know you’d fooled around before.”
“I haven’t,” he’d said honestly, because it was the truth. He may not have had much by way of experience, but those warm, lovely pictures he held close to his heart on those cold, lonely nights up in his room were all the instruction he really needed.
Another sweet smile, and fumbling fingers that swiftly buckled an undone belt. “Well, maybe we can do it again sometime.”
“Lookin’ forward to it, my man.” And another grin, before Max was off, and as it turns out, Maxie is most definitely the type to give a guy a backwards glance goodbye.
Once he was gone, it didn’t take but a moment for his own fingers to plunge down and fish his cock out of the confines of restrictive material, working quick and hard as Marley’s music once again invaded his ears. A few tugs with just the right amount of force, and he was splattering over his shirt, staining the front just as surely as the back was ruined, and then pressing his head back against the floor as his shoulders quaked from the effort. No woman, no cry indeed. He may have been baked out of his mind more than half the time, but at least one Robert Zimmeruski was certain Bob Marley sure as hell knew what the fuck he was talking about.
Re: FILL: No Woman, No CryloosedefenseNovember 9 2010, 11:50:57 UTC
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Re: FILL: No Woman, No CrymavoorikJanuary 2 2011, 10:32:14 UTC
HOLY FUCK THIS IS INCREDIBLE AND REALLY FUCKING HOT
Thank-you so much for writing this. I really liked reading from Bobby's POV, and this was just everything I wanted, and Maxie was so innocent and oh, you win.
Ahhh I can only hope that you write more. Thanks for writing the first Bobby/Max ever. Fantastic.
Max had laughed uncomfortably and shook his head. “It’s down to zero right now. I’m hoping it doesn’t go down to negatives.”
“You’re kidding.” Maxie was the most attractive person he knew. If he wasn’t getting any… “Why?”
“What do you mean, ‘why’?” Maxie had snapped a bit harshly, so he’d held his hands up in surrender, and allowed the other boy to take his time.
“I just … I haven’t … you know … since Roxanne.”
“Since Rox- dude, you were thirteen!” There was no hiding the scandalous tone in his voice, because it truly was shocking news. He may have been a loser, but at least he’d never pined for anyone for five years.
(He’d only been pining for Max for about five months up to that point.)
“Forget it,” Maxie had said gruffly, turning his head away, apparently no longer interested in the joint which was quickly dying out. Fuck that. He took one last puff before dispensing of the roach and pulled out another one.
“I don’t think I’m feeling anything,” Max had protested when he’d passed it over. “Maybe it doesn’t work for me.”
He’d grinned then and blew out his puff into the air. “Famous last words, brother. Famous last words.”
Indeed they were. Once they switched over to the homemade bong he kept under his bed, it didn’t take long before Max was halfway collapsed on the floor giggling his sweet little ass off. “It - it feels like a million ants crawling over my skin,” he managed to get out. “Or - or like the Earth is trying to pull me down with its gravitational force.” He let out another laugh, which quickly ceded into an embarrassing chortle of “A-hyuck-hyuck-hyuck-hyuck-hyuck,” causing Max to slap his hands over his mouth in mortification.
“Well, if you can still say crud like ‘gravitational force’, then you need to take another hit,” he said decisively, holding out the bong with an outstretched arm.
Maxie tried ineffectually to reach out and grab it, only to fail as he couldn’t be bothered actually getting up and accepting the pack. “Come closer,” he whined.
There was a sigh, a roll of the eyes, and then a brilliant idea, as he got to his feet, under the pretense of joining his friend where he lay on the floor, and then a stumble, a trip, and whoops, there goes the bong, splashing water over the hardwood floor just by Maxie’s ear and clattering as it rolled away from the momentum, and then he was on him, feeling the other boy’s slim, toned body through the barriers of their thin T-shirts, faces hovering closer than strictly necessary as he landed on just the right spot over his friend’s frame. Maxie’s eyes bulged and he let out a gush of air at the sudden weight, but neither of them seemed inclined to move, and he didn’t care what Maxie said, if he was uncomfortable with it, he would have made damn sure to put some distance between them no matter how stoned he was.
They lay there, staring into one another’s eyes, and perhaps Maxie was waiting for him to make the first move, apologize and shift over next to him, but then, Maxie wasn’t saying a damn word and he sure as hell wasn’t going to hurry it along.
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He wanted to feel his nipples, because God, nipples were sexy as fuck and he’d gotten a good look at Maxie’s in the locker room, bigger and rounder than his own and a slightly lighter shade than the rest of his body, but when Maxie parted his legs, it was too easy to abandon the idea in favour of slipping his thigh between the other boy’s in order to deepen the kiss further, coax Maxie’s tongue out of hiding and encourage it to explore his own mouth the same way he was ravishing Maxie’s, and goddamn if he hadn’t given another one of those hot little whimpers and tightened his grip as if holding on for a wild roller coaster ride.
When he finally slid downwards, ignoring the belt to shuck Maxie’s loose jeans down bony hips, digging his fingers in deep so that he would be sure to take his boxers off at one go, pressing soft kisses to the exposed skin of Max’s belly, tongue darting out to explore the hard ridges of flesh wherever it could find it.
He would forever remember the harsh, ragged panting that resounded above him as he ruffled his nose into the wiry dark hairs that decorated Maxie’s groin before coming round to lay a wet smack on the full-sized balls then licking up the boy’s shaft, and wasn’t he just wonderfully long, but gloriously thick too. He just had to pull back to admire the sight before him, taking care to drift his fingers up above the hem of the other boy’s red shirt where it could softly caress his skin and keep him on this delirious high that allowed his best friend to do whatever the fuck he wanted to.
And there were so many things he wanted to do.
The crown of Maxie’s cock was deliciously pink, standing out against the canvas of dark skin as it slapped against his flat belly, and he could see an invitingly large vein that ran along the underside of his shaft that just begged for attention. Maxie was surprisingly smooth, even moreso than he was, with only soft, downy hair feathered along his legs, and before he knew it, the urge to taste the other boy was on him again, so it was easy to quell his musings and just slip back into position between Max’s legs and dart his tongue out, eliciting a gasp above him as he laved his attention on the weeping head.
Even back then he knew enough to sheath his teeth with the cover of his lips before slowly, slowly engulfing the thick shaft, mentally cheering when he saw Max’s gloved hand curl into a tight fist and bear down on the hardwood floor in obvious restraint. He closed his eyes and concentrated on the feel of it, his first time having a boy’s cock in his mouth - his first time having anyone in this manner - and sank down further, taking more of Maxie in.
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He paused when he reached the bottom, his throat dry as sandpaper, marvelling at the fact that he had actually managed to accomplish this much his first time, and that feeling was compounded further when he felt Max’s hand slowly reach down and pat his hair in reward, an encouragement to do more, so he hollowed his cheeks out and sucked making up for the lack of wetness in his mouth by increasing the pressure, and Max moaned, arching his back off the floor and impaling himself deeper into the welcoming cavern he found himself engulfed in, his grip tightening as a sort of warning that was cheerfully ignored, before crying out his release.
After it was all over and Max had slid out of his mouth, and the two of them were lying side by side and recovering, dirty bong water pressing into his green T-shirt and making his skin prickle with discomfort, Max had turned to him with that same sweet smile and said softly, “Thanks.”
“No problem, homes,” was the automatic reply, and really it was the only one Robert Zimmeruski was capable of giving.
There was no offer for reciprocation, to helpful hand extending to return the favour, but he never expected one; this was more than he could have possibly hoped for, so he smiled and watched as Max shakily got to his feet while pulling his boxers and jeans up, crowing inside when he saw his kneecaps tremble knowing he did that. “You were really good,” Max said finally. “I didn’t know you’d fooled around before.”
“I haven’t,” he’d said honestly, because it was the truth. He may not have had much by way of experience, but those warm, lovely pictures he held close to his heart on those cold, lonely nights up in his room were all the instruction he really needed.
Another sweet smile, and fumbling fingers that swiftly buckled an undone belt. “Well, maybe we can do it again sometime.”
“Lookin’ forward to it, my man.” And another grin, before Max was off, and as it turns out, Maxie is most definitely the type to give a guy a backwards glance goodbye.
Once he was gone, it didn’t take but a moment for his own fingers to plunge down and fish his cock out of the confines of restrictive material, working quick and hard as Marley’s music once again invaded his ears. A few tugs with just the right amount of force, and he was splattering over his shirt, staining the front just as surely as the back was ruined, and then pressing his head back against the floor as his shoulders quaked from the effort. No woman, no cry indeed. He may have been baked out of his mind more than half the time, but at least one Robert Zimmeruski was certain Bob Marley sure as hell knew what the fuck he was talking about.
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Thank-you so much for writing this. I really liked reading from Bobby's POV, and this was just everything I wanted, and Maxie was so innocent and oh, you win.
Ahhh I can only hope that you write more. Thanks for writing the first Bobby/Max ever. Fantastic.
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