***This chapter is rated 18 and up, you have been warned***

Max P.O.V

     Clayton's lips were warm, soft and unyielding. He pressed them against mine in another heated kiss. We broke apart again, I was slightly breathless.

     "...sorry..." he mumbled, staring into my eyes, his own dark and half lidded. "I didn't mean," he tried to detach himself from me, but I hung on, my arms crooked over his neck.

     "Don't!" I yelled quickly. "Oh, that was loud," I whispered, a little embarrassed. "I mean, don't stop, please." I smiled into the next kiss he placed firmly against my mouth. "Can we go inside now."

     "Yeah, your lips are cold, aaand," Clayton lowered his voice, drawing out the A. "I really want to help warm you up."

     I felt a shiver course through my body that had nothing to do with the cold. Clayton picked me up, my legs around his waist, and carried me back into the house. Our boots and coats were cast unceremoniously to the floor by the back door. He pressed me to the wall holding me by my hips, crashing our lips together.

     "Sorry," he breathed, realizing the amount of force he was using and placing a soft apologetic kiss as he leant back slightly, keeping his whole weight off me. "You're a little smaller than I'm used to."

     I watched his cheeks turn pink. I couldn't help but smile. My turn. I grabbed his face and pulled him back to me, talking charge of the kiss. I gently coaxed his mouth open and he relented, letting my tongue explore his mouth. He let one of his large roughly calloused hands slip under my sweater and shirts, (yes plural) just letting his fingertips caress my skin.

     My breath hitched sharply. Clayton chuckled into our kiss continuing his gentle touch along my side. I broke the kiss this time, trying to better focus on starting to unbutton Clayton's flannel shirt. He occupied his mouth instead by kissing along my jaw and neck, stopping to suck at the hollow between my neck and collar bone.

     When did buttons suddenly become so complicated? I managed to at least get it undone enough to let my hands gain access to the warm skin underneath. I placed both of my palms to his chest, splaying my fingers slowly. I felt his heart racing, pounding against the heel of my hand. Clayton shivered and dipped his chin down to catch my lips to his.

     "Max," he said, hiking me higher on his body as he pulled me off the wall. I was kissing from the top now and it had been awhile since I was taller than somebody. I ran my fingers through his uneven hair, gripping it lightly. This was a nice change.

     "Huh," I breathed before attacking his mouth again.

     "How far is this going to go." We were halfway up the stairs now and I froze, mid kiss.

     Well, I wasn't expecting this question, hell I wasn't expecting to be kissing Clayton so I had no idea how to respond. It wasn't that I didn't want to, but...

     Suddenly I was on a bed, my bed, and Clayton was pulling me into his lap, both hands up my shirts. It was getting really hard to think with Clayton's hands on me, leaving a trail of scorching heat wherever he touched.

     "I don't, I'm not, uh," I said between kisses. I sounded so stupid. He pulled at the hems of my sweater, and shirts, tugging them over my head.

     "Off," Clayton growled, flinging them away to the floor. He pulled at my hair, tilting my head and arching my spin, supporting me with his arm as I arched back. He trailed kisses down my neck and chest with a hot open mouth. I gave a soft gasp.

     Clay pulled me back close to kiss me on the lips. I let my hands resume the unbuttoning of Clays shirt. I'd never noticed how light his skin was. I traced my hands along his abdominals and he flinched back slightly.

     "D-don't," he said, taking my hands in his and moving them off his stomach.

     "Why?" I looked him up and down. It must be some kind of sin to look so damn good.

     "Stop looking at me." He said looking away, frowning.

     "Don't be stupid," I said confused. "First off: that is kind of difficult considering I'm in your lap." My face burned bright red at saying this, but I continued. "And secondly: you haven't told me why."

     "J-just don't." Clayton said trying to distract me by running his hands up and down my thighs. I felt the heat from my flush start too pool at my groin and I gave a breathy gasp, reveling in the feeling of Clayton's strong hands.

     "If I can't touch you," I took his hands, stopping their progress along my leg, with difficulty. "Then you can't touch me."

     Clayton stared at me with his lips parted, as though he couldn't believe me. "Well now whose being stupid." He gave a sigh puffing out his cheeks. It looked as though it were costing him something great to come clean. "I'm the biggest person in my family, I always have been and I get a lot of shit for it, so... its just something that bothers me." He wouldn't meet my eyes.

      ....I....I just....what? This was so stupid. He was freaking Hercules! How the hell dose he have body image issues! I couldn't wrap my brain around it; so instead I put my hands back on his six pack, tracing the indent that went up the center.

     "Hey! You know you're a brat right!" He said trying to grab my hands, but I wiggled them away and continued petting his muscular form, leaving no inch of skin untouched. His face was deep red and he figited uncomfortably, but he was clearly enjoying himself more than not. "I wish you wouldn't do that." He mumbled huskily wrapping his arms around me and laying down on the bed on top of me. He pressed his hips to mine, grinding them slowly.

     If I ever said it was cold in this bedroom I was very wrong. The heat between Clay and I grew to a near stifling point. I felt dizzy, between the friction and lack of oxygen, neither of us surfaced for air very often, my head was a hot haze and all I could see, smell, feel and taste was Clayton. While his one hand teased my nipple his other found its way between us and before I knew what was happening he was in my pants, rubbing my hard on through my boxers.

     It was a similar sensation reminiscent of an electrical shock that courses it's way through the entire body. I jumped and this sudden moment of lust devoid brain activity forced me into speech.

     "Clayton wait!" I gasped my eyes widening as they snapped open. He stopped, but his hand didn't leave its place. "I,"  This sucked, I hated admitting this to him. "I'm a virgin." He leaned off me very slightly to better look me in the face.

     "Okay," he said obviously unsure in what to say. "Do you wanna top me instead?"

     If I wasn't already a flushed red mess... The fact that he asked so damn casually just made the experience difference so much more obvious. I could have hit him, if I wasn't so busy hiding my face in my hands.

     "That not what I ment." I mumbled through my fingers. Clayton removed his hand and pulled my own away from my face.

     "We don't have to do anything your uncomfortable with. Tell me where you draw the line." This was mortifying. I'm not sure if it was more so because we were actually having the conversation, or because he was so fucking understanding.

     "This is stupid." I mumbled. Clayton laughed and leaned back over me, drawing me into another hot kiss. The lascivious mood returned very quickly. Clay kissed down my chest, stomach, each of my hips and dragged my unbuttoned pants down fully.

     He pulled me by my knees so I was at the edge of the bed and knelt down on the floor.

     This was really happening, wasn't it. I felt the annoying swooping sensation of butterflies fluttering in my stomach. He looked up from the bulge in my boxers to meet my eyes. I think my heart might have stopped. Deep green, half kidded and darkened with lust, it was pretty fucking erotic.

     Then my boxers were gone, my cock in Clay's hand. He ran his thumb around the wet tip twice before teasing it with his tongue. He licked up the shaft slowly before dragging the flat of his tongue over the head. I gripped the edge if the bed tightly, trying to suppress the breathy moan that escaped me and forcing myself to not take Clay by the hair and direct his mouth where I needed it.

     He knew exactly how badly he was teasing me. He was smirking ever so slightly, but with a tender kiss placed to the tip, he parted his lips and took me in. It felt incredible, hot and wet as he sucked, swirlling his tongue around my cock. Oh God I wasn't going to last long. I don't remember lying back, but I was sprawled back in esatcy, making a few noises I didn't know I could make. Clayton sat up higher, taking more of me in until I felt my tip at the back of his throat, and then he hummed.

     "~Oh fuck~ Clayton!" I tensed and released, filling his mouth. Everthing was a white rush of pleasure that raced along my hyper sensitive body, wiping my brain blank.

     "Hmmm, Max," he rumbled. I vaguely registered him back on the bed next to me as I came down from my high. He kissed me until I regained the ability to kiss back. He had an arm around me, pulling me up so our chest were together. He was still hard.

     "Alright, my turn." I said into his lips, still slightly breathless from orgasm. I pushed his chest and he obediently laid back into the pillows. His pants were undone and I slid them down slowly, mentally preparing myself for what I was about to do. I had really no clue how, but I knew I wanted to.

     I positioned myself, kneeling between his legs as I slid down his boxer-briefs, watching his cock spring up, freed from the constricting fabric. He was...I cleared my throat. Damnit, why couldn't I have been born in the mountains, and the fucker, he was still insecure!

     He figgeted slightly under my gaze as I drank in his body, my mouth slightly open...subtlety was never one if my strong suits. His cock was flushed and weeping pre-cum, had I really effected him that much?

      I took him in one hand and gave an experimental lick over the head. Clayton shuddered with a gasp, not gonna lie, it make me feel kind of powerful. I could do this, it was like eating an icecream cone, a very phallic icecream cone.

     I licked up the shaft, following a vein, before taking a deep breath and going down on him, stroking with my hands what I couldn't fit in my mouth. I sucked swirling my tongue. I must have found a sensitive spot under the head because Clay gave a low groan leaning further back into the pillows. That was fucking hot. I started bobbing my head and, deciding to give him a taste of his own medicine, hummed a bit.

     Clayton's hand flew to my hair, gripping it tight for a moment before letting go, realizing how unintentionally hard his grip was. He didn't move his hand from the back of my head, but the pressure wasn't enough to hold me there. Besides, it felt good the way he ran his fingers though my hair.

     I felt him tense under me as he gave a deep moan. His grip on my hair returned and he pulled me off his dick with a small, pop, just before he came with a shuddering gasp, some of the hot seed splattering on my neck and trickling down onto my hands.

     "Sorry," he said quickly letting go of my hair, propping himself up. I knew I looked a flushed mess, but I was incredibly glad Clayton was just as hot and bothered looking. I grinned and climbed into his lap straddling him. I pulled him into me, crashing our lips together, roughly dragging my fingers through his hair.

     The kiss was hot, but brief, we were both panting slightly. "Come on." He said hoisting me over his shoulder and standing up.

     "Jesus Christ! What the hell?" I yelped. It was ridiculously awkward to be naked and hanging over someone's shoulder. I almost had a stroke when Clay opened the bedroom door and strode nonchalantly into the hall.

     "We're taking a shower." Clayton said simply, as if I should have known that.

     "What if someone sees!" I hissed.

     "They aren't home yet, I think." He added with a chuckle.

     He THINKS! Thankfully we made in the bathroom and he set me down, only after he started the water running. He hopped in under the stream of water. I, think, I was just as nervous doing this as I was the sexual stuff. It was one thing being naked in close proximity to someone when you're both horny as hell; it was something different to just chill naked when lust wasn't clouding your mind or ensnaring your senses.

     Sensing my trepidation Clayton reached out from behind the curtain and dragged me under the hot water with him.

     "Can I ask you something?" I said in tender hooks as he ran his fingers through my hair, wetting it.

     "Well I mean we are in the shower together, you can ask whatever you want." Clay said poring shampoo in his hand and scrubbing his scalp. I smiled; he really knew how to do that to me.

     "Well, is, this, going to be a thing." I said waving my hand a bit trying to indicate the two of us.

     Clay gave me a sideways glance. "I hope so."

     "I think we skipped a few steps."

     Clay shrugged. "Well the way I see it we are just working in reverse. Usually you met someone, start to date, build the relationship, have sex, then move in together eventually. This method hasn't really worked for us, so we are trying something new. We met, moved in together, had sex, kinda, now I suppose the next step is to start dating."

     There was silence between us for a moment before we both started laughing.

     "So are you asking me or should I ask you?" I said playfully.

      "Maxwell Verde, I couldn't help but notice you around," Clay said in a serious voice. I rolled my eyes, but my grin betrayed me. "And I was just wondering if perhaps you would consider going out with me."

     "Well, I'm not sure," I said coyly, turning away." This is kind of sudden." Clay wrapped his arms around me, kissing the top of my head. "I guess I could go out with you." I said leaning back against him, tilting my head to the side as he kissed my neck.

     The sound of a door closing nearby on the second floor made us both freeze. This could be bad or at the very least extremely uncomfortable. How would my mother react if I was discover in the shower with her boyfriend's son? ...oh damn...

     Clayton cast a mildly interested look down at me. "So, do you wanna place your bet on the folks or Emmy?"

***Ahhaha! I did it! I watched Jaws twice in a row while writing the first half of this. I wasn't sure where I wanted to go from there so I read Jaws the book and then finished this chapter!! I am so freaking romantic you guys have no idea, nothing hotter than an old blood and guts horror movie. I'm leaving you on another cliffhanger. . . Sorry. Tell me what you think!!! Vote, comment, giant shark! \^~^/