A/N: Strong Language.
A/N: Borrowing the Character "Max" from the Book "Golden Boy"
"I just wish they would have told me earlier. I wish they would have Changed me earlier. Now I'm just...I'm just a dirty, Weirdo freak" Max says muttering into Mason's shoulder.
"Are you kidding me? You're more of a man than the rest of those Devenford ass-holes!" Mason said.
He smiled as Max wrapped his arms around his waist. The blonde was big spoon, he didn't mind being the little one, smelling his mint shower gel, or feeling nervous lips against his neck. In some ways it was better than Fourth base. Not that he'd ever thought about having sex with Max...
"You smell good" Max adds.
"Likewise" Mason didn't understand how Max could be so sporty and smell so fantastic.
"Thanks...for calming me down" He whispers.
"That's what friends are for" Mason smiles.
"Friends huh?" Max smirks.
Mason doesn't understand the smirk until Max's pale hand glides up his shirt. He clasps his hand against the human's nipples and leaves it there. They can both sense Mason's heart beating out of his chest. There's so many witty things that he wants to say. There should be one line that gets Max excited, but his brain is fuzzy with heat, and awkwardness and lust. Is he a one night stand kind of guy?
He could be, if Max asked...
"Mase?" Max said muffled by his shoulder.
"Yeah?"
Mase! Lacrosse LETS GO!" Liam said as he bursts through the door. Bad fucking timing.
Max rolls away from him and Mason leans up in embarrassment.
"Smooth Li, really smooth" Mason grumbles.
"So you're just friends huh?" His best friend laughs.