***explicit content! If your uncomfortable with boy on boy, not sure why you are reading this. Well here you go!***
Max P.O.V
I'd been two days since I met Hunter in person, two long days. I still wasn't sure what to think about all of this and because of that I had starting putting a bit of space between me and Clayton, not that we had much time to be alone together anyways. Franky was still at the house and being obnoxious. Another thing was, I started to notice every time Clay looked at his phone and I always knew when it was Hunter. He would glare at the message and put his phone back in his pocket with a snort of anger.
I so badly wanted to know what that bastard was sending my boyfriend, but I wasn't going to be that creepy possessive jeluous type of guy, nope, so I did nothing...until eight rolled around and Clay stumbled into our room, looking very sexy, just out of the shower, and very sleepy. He hit the mattress and laid there, not bothering to finish getting dressed, his eyes closed.
"Clayton?" I said softly, taking my earbuds out and swinging my legs out if my own bed. He didn't say anything. I crawled onto his bed slowly and laid next to him, pressing a soft kiss to his slightly parted lips. They moved slightly against mine, but stopped. He was asleep.
I propped myself up on my elbow and watched him for a moment. His phone was rolled up in the jeans he'd been wearing, but I wasn't going to go through it.
Damn...and the next thing I knew his phone was in my hand and I was happily scrolling through his text messages.
What was I doing? Clay was a grown ass man and was at perfect liberty to text whomever the fuck he wanted!
Hunter: ~"What are you doing tonight? Wanna come over?" ~
Hunter: ~"Though about you all last night."~
Hunter: ~"found a pair if your boxers here. They still smell like you, you should come get them ;)"~
Hunter: ~"you said I was tight before, we haven't had sex in so long, imagine how tight I am now."~
Hunter: ~ "God damnit Clay you fucking bitch! Text me the fuck back!"~
Hunter: ~" You're such a peice of fucking shit, why the fuck do I even try!"~
Hunter: ~"when that scrawny little fuck can't handle you you'll come back, just like you always do."~
Hunter: ~ "Clay I'm lonely♡"~
...well, I regret doing that. I just read about a weeks worth of harassment and I was jeluous, pissed and disturbed all at the same time! What was that guy's deal anyway? He was like a light switch, one moment on, and the next it flipped to psychotic!
I put the phone back with a groan. I wanted to ask Clay about it, but how the hell do I start that conversation? 'Hey, I met Hunter, seemed a little crazy, and well he mentioned something about texting you so I went through your phone and yeah, what the hell?'...brilliant. I could ask Emmy because she and Clayton told each other everything, but the problem became that THEY TOLD EACH OTHER EVERYTHING! There was no way she would say something about it to him and then I'd be in the same situation.
I laid back down next to him. He looked so good, even while sleeping. I played with his hair a bit and scooted closer so my lips were close to his.
"I hate your ex boyfriend." I said quietly. "Bradly's black eye isn't from shoveling the roof with his brothers." He didn't move. "Emmy is really hot and if we hadn't started seeing each other I would have gone after her?... Bradly's dad is a total DILF and I spent a good fifteen minutes picturing everywhere else he could have sexy tattoos?...the house is on fire and if you don't wake up you'll burn to death?...I'm naked, horny and want to suck your dick before you fuck me into the mattress?..." Nothing, he just kept on sleeping. I wish I could sleep that soundly. I buried my face into the pillow. "I'm so stupid."
"Wow, that was, enlightening."
I jerked my head up from the pillow to see Amanda standing in the doorway watching me. Oh fuck me.
"H-how long have you been there?" Oh please let her say she had just got there and was remarking on my stupid comment!
"Since you hated Hunter." She said honestly. She moved to walk away and I sort of panicked. I jumped up from the bed and skidded out into the hall, grabbing her hand. I dragged her into the bathroom and slammed the door behind us, locking it and leaning against it.
"Amanda, please you can't say anything!" I begged. "Please please pleeeese!" She looked at me with a tiny frown. She really looked like Roy like that, just prettier and with boobs.
"Max I promise not to say anything as long as you tell me everything."
"Everything?"
"Everything."
And I spilled my guts all over the place and told her everything. Me and Clay's secret relationship, meeting Hunter, everything I didn't know about what they were when they were together, how Bradly got his black eye, my confusion at what the fuck Hunter's deal was and how insanely jeluous I was, causing me to go through Clayton's phone, the texts and ending with,
"And now I don't know what to think and I want to ask Clay, but he never texted Hunter back, but I'm afraid of what he might say and everything Bradly told me and...I don't know anymore." I sighed.
She was quiet for awhile as she looked at me, her Roy-like frown firmly in place. "Max," I gulped. Oh god what did I just tell her?! "Ask Clay about it. Don't tell him about Bradly, and don't freak out." She smiled at me. "I'm glad he isn't sneaking off to see Hunter anymore and I'm even more glad to find out he is with you. You weren't around to see our dad after our mother died, but Jill has been so good for him and I think you are going to be the same for Clay." She pulled me into a tight hug, smoothing my hair back. "Whatever you are thinking, Clay isn't like that. He was always just the victim of circumstance, and I'm not just saying that because he is my brother. Talk to him in the morning and I promise you will feel better. Okay?"
I nodded numbly and she let me go. "Mums the word." She said with a smirk. "I'll take it to the grave." With that she left the bathroom.
I turned off the light, shut the door firmly back in our room and climbed into bed with Clayton, shoving him onto his back so I could lay my head on his bare hardened chest.
Morning was cold and dark. Clouds covered the sleepy sun and I snuggled closer to Clay. He was exactly how I left him when I fell asleep. I crawled on top of him, splaying my palms over his bare chest and leaned over to kiss him. He hummed sleepily into the kiss not opening his eyes.
"Max." He sighed against my lips. That's right Hunter, suck it, he said Max! I kissed him harder, more insistently. He ran his hands up my thighs and back all the way to my neck and cheek, holding me into the kiss. "Hmm, Max." He whispered, opening his eyes to look at me. "I wanna wake up like that every day." I felt myself blush, but I didn't look away from him as he traced my lips with his thumb. "Are you okay?" He asked softly as he pulled me back into another kiss.
"I met Hunter, he said he'd been texting you so I looked through your phone." I said, quietly, bluntly, and stupidly. Clay pulled back from my lips to look at me. I couldn't read his expression, it was completely blank. I don't think that was a good sign.
"Okay." He said softly. "And...what do you think?"
"I, I think I hate him." This being blunt thing was kind of working for me, at the moment, it was way easier than I though it would be. "Why did you stay with him for so long if he treated you so badly?"
He broke our eye contact and rolled us so he was on top. He sat back and rubbed his eyes, keeping most of his weight off me. "Max it's too early for this. I really don't want to talk about it."
"Did you really beat the shit out of each other all the time?" I pressed, grabbing his wrists as he tried to move away. He could have gotten away, easily, but he didn't. He wasn't looking at me. He just stared across the room somewhere by the foot of my bed, silent and still. "Do you still like him?" I asked, so quietly I didn't think he heard me at first. I was scared of that question and I didn't like it. I felt sick about what he might say and it was frustrating that he effected me so much, but he did. So I waited, sick and angry, for him to answer.
He looked back at me, his expression almost angry. "I don't think I've ever liked someone less." He said darkly. "We started okay and then, things went bad and I'm not sure how or when, but... well he doesn't like being told no or that he is wrong...and," He sighed. "When I got sick of him pushing me around it just came crashing in around us."
"And you keep keep sneaking off to have sex with him, because?" I knew I was pushing him to far, why the fuck I kept going I don't know. He broke away from my grasp and got up, moving to the dresser for clothes. "Come on Clayton." I said, albit frustrated. "Just give me a reason. You said you don't like him, so why put up with him breaking you down. 'Your a worthless peice of shit,' can't exactly be nice to hear."
He ignored me as he he dressed, pulling on a jumper and sweats, he was probobly going to the gym. I got up. I wasn't going to be ignored when all I wanted was a stright answer. I don't that that it too unreasonable a request! I grabbed him by the front pocket and gave it a short tug. "Why do you do that to yourself?"
He looked even further away as he mumbled something.
"What?"
"I though he was the only one." He muttered again, his voice trailing away.
"Thought he was the only one, what?"
Something in him snapped and he whipped around to glower at me. "I though he was the only one who could ever like me!" He half shouted. "I spent so long listening to how I was a fat faggot and no good, so when Hunter said the same shit I just assumed it was true, that something really was wrong with me! But at least he would hug me! Touch me! Kiss me! He wanted to be around me! He wanted me even if I was no good, but after awhile I got sick of being told I was nothing! When I told Hunter to please shut the fuck up, he hit me and the next thing I know we're are in opposite jail cells at the cop station with a black eye, a head ache and one hell of and angry phone call waiting for me!" He was breathing heavily, looking pissed and embarrassed, sickened with himself. He looked away again, a red flush staining his cheeks.
How could he think that? It was horrible! It made me feel sick! He had been bullied and abused for so long that he actually believed them. I guess I understood to a certain degree, but...it just made me sick.
I gave another tug on his pocket, my other hand moving up to grab the neck of his shirt and drag him down to my level as I stood on my toes to press a kiss to his mouth. He allowed the action, but stayed still. I kissed him harder, bringing my hands to the back of his neck to draw him as close to me as possible.
I didn't know what to say to him. I wanted him to understand that he was so much more than what he though, but I couldn't put it to words, so I was going to try my damnest to show him.
I dabbed my tongue across his bottom lip and he parted them, letting me into his mouth to swirl my tounge next to his. He gave a soft sound and finally hugged me to him, kissng me back, sucking lightly at my mouth.
There was something...wounded, about his kiss, a desperation I could taste on his tongue as he relented and kissed me with everything he had. Like he thought he was broken and couldn't believe I was willing to accept him. He kissed me with abandon because he didn't think it would last, he was waiting for the 'I want you, but...'
"Thank you for telling me." I whispered hotly against his lips. "I just want to know one more thing. Is that the reason you don't look at yourself in the mirror?"
Yeah, of course I noticed. There wasn't a single picture of him in the house he grew up in and every opportunity he could have to see his reflection he ignored or blatantly turned down. I might not be a genius, but I wasn't stupid and I definitely wasn't blind.
He drew back slightly. His expression was unreadable, his cheeks flushed and his lips parted a fraction of an inch. I pushed against him, fumbling with his shirt hem before finding the warm skin underneath and caressing the planes and ridges of his muscles.
"I'm so damaged." He croaked, tensing at my touch. I motioned for himself to help me pull off his jumper, removing his shirt under myself.
"There is nothing wrong with you." I said sincerely, firmly running my palms along his smooth, light skin from hips to chest and back down again. I watched the colored flush blossom into life on his chest and neck.
I chuckled into another kiss, nipping at his lips playfully, crooking my arms on his neck and pulling him nearly double until he smiled back.
He scooped me closer, up and against him, carrying me to the bed. He sat on the edge and positioned me in his lap, facing him. I dragged my fingers through the back of his hair as he made quick work of my pajamas until I was just in my fleecy pants.
Clayton laid back, pulling me with him so I was on top again. As I fisted his hair, his hands found their way down the back of my pants, kneeding my ass. I gave a confused sigh. It felt good, but that didn't mean I wasn't apprehensive.
Then Hunter's words came back to me. 'When you can't satisfy him, he'll come back to me like he always does.' And I felt anger lick through my gut and my apprehension vanished, for the most part. I could satisfy Clayton! I could and I could do it better than Hunter!...but the problem, once again, became that I don't know what I'm doing.
"I want you." I breathed into his ear as I sucked on his earlobe. I instantly felt him grow hard against me, his hands never ceasing their movement, one between my legs rolling my balls, the other resting at the juncture of my thigh and ass, caressing my perineum, making me shiver against him. "You can do what you want."
He groaned as I kissed him again, rubbing his hard on against mine through his pants, my own were puddling around my knees.
He flipped us, his hands catching my wrists and holding them above my head as he pressed himself between my legs. Not going to lie, that scared the hell out of me. Sure I'd given him my concent, but that didn't mean I was anymore prepared.
"Don't give me permission, are you insane." He breathed. "You have no idea, how badly I want you. But only when you want this."
"I-I do want this!" I protested, flustered.
"You do?" He contested, slyly. "Your eyes almost fell out if your head a moment ago."
Oh fuck you, so I wasn't ready, damnit how did he know anyways.
He kissed me sprightly, hands on my hips. "Roll over." He said huskily, shifting so he was spooning me from behind me, dragging his pants down.
I tensed and shivered a tiny bit, but I trusted him not to change his mind now. When his cock touched my ass I bit my lip, glad he couldn't see my face.
He pressed his cock hard between my cheeks and legs, nudging my balls to one side so it could rub against my own cock, sending sparks of arousal and pleasure up my spine. It was so hot as stiff, hotter then mine for sure, throbbing against me as he moved his hips to keep them rubbing together.
He kissed and nibbled along my neck as I gave quite moans and soft sighs I couldn't stop from coming out of my mouth. His hands roved along my body; circling my nipples, tracing my collarbone, ghosting my sides, rubbing and gripping my ass and hips, playing with the bed of curls, dragging a finger up the happy trail and back down again, but never touching my, now, aching cock.
"Clayton~." I whined, unable to help myself. I wiggled myself back against him and pushed my hips out to meet his hands as they moved back to my hips, but he ignored that and continued sucking at the nape of my neck.
This was humiliating, what I was on the verge of doing. I wanted him to touch me so bad and I knew, that he knew exactly what he was doing. Toying with me, until I couldn't take it anymore.
I slipped my hand down past his, shivering at my own touch, but grabbing my twitching length anyways. I gave a squeeze at the base, the shaft, and the head, running my thumb along the slit and pinching lightly at the tip, taking my index finger and thumb and squeezing slightly as I ran them down my cock.
Clay's heavy breath was on my upper back and I knew he was watching me play with myself over my shoulder. I was so glad I didn't have to look at him as I jerked myself off. Why was masterbation so embarrassing?! It was stupid! I could look him in the eyes when he was sucking my cock, but I couldn't when I was jerking my own?!
He gave a groan as he pushed me slightly more to my front, giving himself a better angle to thrust against me. He pushed my hand aside and wrapped his fingers around my cock instead, giving long firm pulls that made me moan. He pulled my chin back with his other hand and caught me in a kiss, quieting the embarrassing sounds I was making.
He slowed down suddenly, almost stopping and I involuntarily groaned in annoyance, rubbing my knees together.
Clayton kissed me again whispering as he picked back up his pace. "Shh, Max, sombody is coming down the hall."
Holy fuck we were in a house full of people! I had completely forgotten, oh shit, how loud had I been?! I covered my mouth with my hand, horrified! Clay slowed again, keeping the bed from creaking. I could hear the footfalls now, coming closer. What if sombody came in here! There would be no lying our way through this because what we looked like we were doing, was exactly what we were doing!
Clay stopped moving when the footsteps paused... and then they knocked on the door.
"Max? Are you awake?"
It was Amanda. Clay looked expectantly at me and I carefully uncovered my mouth.
"Y-yeah?"
"I have to go into town, will you come with me?"
Clay gave me a weird look. Why was his sister asking me to go to town with her? Because of reasons, he was sleeping, get off my case.
"Uh- I'm not dressed yet?" Oh the truth of that statement.
"That's alright I'm not going right now. You have time to shower and have breakfast or whatever. I just didn't want to go alone."
Now Clay gave me a really weird look, something akin to envy on his handsome, flushed features.
"Sure I'll go with you." Just please get as far away as you can from the door!
"Thanks." She called as she walked away.
I covered my face with both my hands. Oh my god that had been so fucking close! Clay was trying not to grin as he pressed soothing kisses to my burning ear and neck.
"What was that about?" He asked in a silky whisper, his smile evident as he spoke into my skin. "Are you seeking around with my sister too."
"Oh, shut up." I said with a quiet laugh, leaning back to kiss him. He rolled me and pulled me closer by my ass as he chuckled, our hips instantly going into a rocking motion against each other.
Mmmmm, he felt so good. He put a hand to the back of my head to hold me against his mouth as he went back to jerking me off with his thick calloused fingers. He gasped against my mouth when I did the same to him, pumping out of tune with him as I played with his straining erection.
Having almost been caught, we went the fast and dirty route. I felt Clay's legs, tangled with mine, flex, his toes curl as he came first with a low gasp, shuddering through his orgasam.
Ha! Unable to satisfy Clayton my ass! So fuck you Hunter!...alright, granted I came right after, with that breathy moan I hate, but he was still first.
We lay there panting, Clayton pressing languid, mindless kisses to my lips as he rubbed my back and the top of my ass. I didn't do anything except move my lips occasionally, it was too hard, I needed to focus on breathing, and how good it felt when Clay rubbed my back.
"Wanna do that again?"
I gave a short tired laugh. The honest answer was 'yes please, but not right now,' what I said was. "No, I have to go to town with your sister."
"You don't want to stay and have fun with me?"
Yes please!!!! Who the hell wouldn't!? I nodded and he laughed.
"Can I at least shower with you?"
I opened my eyes to look into his dark green ones. "I would really really like that." He grinned, smoothing the hair out if my face.
"Good, it was going to happen anyway."

***Well, that was hot. I didn't intend this to be a sexy chapter. It just got away from me, but hell I'm not complaining. This was going to be out sooner, but I slept for twenty hours, was woken by a phone call from my American family and I spent the next seven hours holding my friends five week old baby so she could get things done for her table at an anime convention. She was so tiny and cute and confused about the Scottish ginger holding her. I love her and that's not creepy! I've know I am going to be an uncle for four days and now there are babies EVERYWHERE! but I digress, I hope you enjoy the chapter! Vote, comment, babies! \^~^/