[For Maxxie] Cave Rave
Last time, this had not gone well at all. In fact, it had gone so poorly that despite Maxxie's irritating mid-class confession about it and everything that had happened after with Michelle, Tony's been rather eager to prove that he can do a decent job at giving a boy head ever since. Before, Max had stopped him before he'd even got started; it just didn't seem fucking fair. It isn't as if all queer boys pop out of the womb knowing how to give spectacular blow jobs.
This time, Tony's got chemical assistance taking the edge off, and it doesn't hurt that this isn't a performance for anyone but Maxxie and himself. Slowly, he sinks to his knees and tugs down on Maxxie's pants. At this point it's stupid but he can't help it: His breath catches a little in anticipation when Maxxie's cock pulls free of the fabric. Taking it firmly in hand, Tony affords Maxxie's face one final, lingering look and then wraps his mouth around him without further ado, afraid that the other boy might change his mind again if he waits too long to get started.
This time, Tony's got chemical assistance taking the edge off, and it doesn't hurt that this isn't a performance for anyone but Maxxie and himself. Slowly, he sinks to his knees and tugs down on Maxxie's pants. At this point it's stupid but he can't help it: His breath catches a little in anticipation when Maxxie's cock pulls free of the fabric. Taking it firmly in hand, Tony affords Maxxie's face one final, lingering look and then wraps his mouth around him without further ado, afraid that the other boy might change his mind again if he waits too long to get started.