[For Maxxie] Cave Rave

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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

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[dancin_maxxie]

His breath left him in a rush, and not necessarily in a good way. It felt good, no doubt about that. Tony's hand around his dick and then his warm mouth, lips soft and tight. There wasn't anything wrong with that. But it was so rushed, without technique. That might have been fine with any other boy, but this was Tony. He wasn't just anyone.

The corner of his mouth hitched up and he pushed his fingers through Tony's hair, finding the back of his head to help guide him. "Easy, Tone."

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It's odd, Tony finds, the things that turn a person on. To wit: Here he is, cock in his mouth for the first time, and it's the fingers in his hair that goes straight to his own dick. Not that he'd been displeased with the cock in his mouth; in the grand scheme of trying new things and for a certain value of pleasure, it was nice, but there was a distinct and familiar disconnect as his conscious mind took note of things like the sensation of smooth weight against his tongue and the heady, musky scent of boy in his nostrils. When Maxxie's fingers slide against his scalp, though, tugging against hair and gently guiding the bob of his head, Tony moans, low in his throat and uninhibited.

He slows as told, and when he lifts his gaze to Max's face again his eyes have gone glassy and dark, far too dark to just be the shadows in this remote corner of the cave.

[dancin_maxxie]

"Fuck," Maxxie gasped without intending to, the look in Tony's eyes too much for him for a second. He didn't read the same expectancy there as in the shadowy dorm in Russia, but a different kind of willfulness. It was a look Maxxie could, and probably would later, blame in large part on the drugs, but that didn't stop it and that moan from shooting straight through him and every nerve in his body.

Fingers tightening slightly in Tony's hair, Maxxie bit his lip and coaxed him on a little faster.

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With the social stigma attached to giving blow jobs and the ridiculous belief that it's inherently emasculating, it surprises Tony a little at how much it's like going down on a girl. Obviously the execution is different, but that feeling of power is innate to the act: Tony may be on his knees here, but Maxxie is gone, so fucking gone on him, looking down at him like he can't fucking believe he exists.

It's glorious.

And that's completely apart from the way Maxxie's fingers are pulling at his hair, spurring him on almost as easily as if he'd wrapped those fingers around Tony's cock. Encouraged, Tony slides his free hand over the arch of Maxxie's hip and gets a firm grasp on his arse, rocking the other boy forward into his increased tempo.

[dancin_maxxie]

Another curse slipped out under his breath because, for all the lack of technique or whatever, Tony basically had Maxxie fucking his mouth. Screw style; there was nothing that fucking eagerness couldn't make up for. It would have been a little unnerving coming from a mate if it hadn't been so hot and if it hadn't been Tony, who Maxxie knew had been after this for at least a little while.

He let Tony pull his hips forward but moved faster, not deeper, the wet slide of his lips hypnotizing and the feel of it overwhelming. Nothing ever felt so good as this: bass vibrating through from another room but his entire world narrowing down to a boy and pleasure building up inside of him.

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It occurs to Tony to stop, and were circumstances any different, he might. He'd sit back, lips all swollen and wet, erection tenting his pants, and just stare up at Maxxie's flushed face, waiting to see what he does.

It occurs to him, very clearly. But he doesn't.

He stays right where he is instead, and doesn't examine why too closely. His eyes are wide open and fiercely intent as they watch Maxxie's face, waiting. Waiting for that moment when the cock in his mouth stiffens and the boy above him completely fucking loses himself, because that's the payoff: That moment of sheer and utter vulnerability.

[dancin_maxxie]

"Shit, Tony," Maxxie gasped but with an edge of worry now, the fleeting thought that he should warn the other boy shooting through his head. "I'm gonna come," he said. But it did no good, the other boy staying put right where he was. With that kind of response, Maxxie couldn't be bothered to worry about it, and he wasn't stupid enough to push him away. If Tony wouldn't move, Maxxie would hold on, fingers tightening again in Tony's hair. He cursed again softly, the word catching in his throat as his eyes shut tight and his head tipped back. His whole body tensing before he came, the feeling overwhelming him, exploding through his body and leaving him gasping, open mouthed and heavy limbed, the stone wall behind him the only thing keeping him upright.

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There. That, right there.

That he's just swallowed another boy's spunk for the first time hardly seems to matter, under the circumstances. Tony sits carefully back and wipes absently at his bottom lip as he watches Maxxie in the low light: The way he's slumped against the cave wall, breath still hitching above a cock still wet from Tony's mouth. It's an image that deserves more time than Tony gives it when he pushes himself smoothly to his feet. Without a word, he leans in against the other boy, one hand braced against the wall beside Maxxie's head, and covers Maxxie's mouth with his own, tongue pressing insistently past panting lips.

[dancin_maxxie]

Maxxie knew Tony could be a determined fucker when he wanted to be, but somehow he had thought the other boy would shy away from this. No, not shy. Detach, in that sort of professional way he sometimes had when proving to others that he was better at life than they were. There, see, Maxxie had expected. I'm not as shit at blowjobs as you thought. Done and done.

And instead, well... It wasn't the first time he had ever tasted his own come on another boy's tongue, but it was almost as surprising as the first time. His hand covered the back of Tony's neck, holding him lazily to the kiss, as he pulled at Tony's trousers, too haphazardly put on to offer much challenge now. Fair was fair and after that, Maxxie was eager to return the favor.

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Even with inhibitions lowered by drugs and alcohol, more than anything it's about possession, about owning not simply the moment, but another person. Tony's never been so gauche as to leave love bites, although Michelle had been insecure enough to leave her share on him; the marks he leaves are more indelible than that, and it hardly matters that only two people know they're there.

He wants Maxxie. To a point, has always wanted Maxxie. It isn't even remotely about sex, although as it turns out, the sex isn't bad.

His trousers slip to his ankles easily, and Tony pushes his pants immediately down after. Utterly unabashed, he breaks the kiss enough that he can level a heavy gaze at Maxxie in the darkness, expectant.

[dancin_maxxie]

Maxxie smirked up at that gaze, sly and ready, because this was the part he loved too. Getting off was always the goal, but getting someone else off like this had the thrill of the stage to it. Eyes on him, breath held, someone's world narrowed down to Maxxie and what he was doing-- that felt just as good.

His hand stroking Tony's dick, Maxxie kissed his way down his chest until he was on his knees in front of him. His wet his lips and dragged his tongue along the underside of Tony's dick, tasting him and teasing him a bit until he took the head into his mouth. He sucked gently at first, tongue laving over the sensitive skin, his hand making a tight ring that continued to move up and down.

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Tony's had several opportunities to get head from another boy. Usually it was amidst the dizzying high of parties or raves not unlike the one they've slunk off from tonight, and he can't say for sure why he never indulged aside from that, apparently, it simply hadn't fit into his plans at the time. He's not so inane as to suggest that he was simply waiting for Maxxie to oblige his cock all this time, but now that he's having his first male blow job applied by the blond, he's pretty damned delighted that he waited, whatever the cause.

No fucking wonder Max had thought Tony had been absolute rubbish at this back in Russia; fifteen seconds in and Tony already knows this is far and away the best head he's gotten in his life. (And Tony has, make no mistake, gotten quite a lot of head.) To think, all this time he'd actually believed Michelle was passing good at it.

"Fucking Christ," he says, exhaling the words in a rush as he peers down at the other boy, both hands braced against the rough stone wall. Looking at this is almost as good as

[dancin_maxxie]

That was an even better reaction than Maxxie had hoped for. Or maybe not, considering Tony was still capable of that much of a sentence. But Tony was cleverer than most of the boys Maxxie knew, and Maxxie himself reveled too much under the attention to bother seeing this in a negative light. Tony could talk all he wanted as long as two points remained: Maxxie was damn good at this and he was enjoying doing it