Pairings: Maxxie/James; very, very minor Maxxie/Jez

Setting: Just after the end of Skins, Season 2, after Maxxie, James, and Anwar leave from Bristol for London. And yes, this is a minor crossover of Britannia High and Skins, with most emphasis placed on the latter.

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The bus trip to London was to be expected: long, boring, and of course, long. The bus was divided into two columns with four seats in a row, divided by an aisle (the normal) and while James had the window seat, with Maxxie silently sleeping on the brunette's shoulder, Anwar was stuck sitting next to some hag.

"So, James, we've never really…talked 'ya know?" Anwar said as the they just passed the sign for Reading (the city between Bristol and London for you non-Brits…not that I'm one either ^,^ ).

"Yea." James was a little reserved towards Anwar; Maxxie had explained what happened with Russia, Anwar's birthday party, the in-between, Sketch…well…everything. James cared for Maxxie, a lot, and didn't want to see Maxxie hurt by Anwar's hypocrisy—but for now he would see.

"So…how'd you two meet?"

"'Yeh probably wouldn't believe me if I told 'yeh."

"If it Sketch was involved; try me."

James snorted a laugh and began the story, how Maxxie and him met at the cycling park, how Sketch was trying to sabotage them, how her plan backfired as he—James—figured out her deception and they both ended up on the same bus.

"She tried to turn 'im straight 'ya know," Anwar said, shaking his head.

James nodded. "After Maxxie and I hooked up he explained the whole play thing. She's a real nutter. So…why did you go out with 'er?"

"She was into me…or so I thought. Dunno really I guess." Anwar shrugged and looked at the old lady next to him—he face was scrunched as she shook her head at him. "Mind your own."

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The final hour passed and the coach finally arrived in London. "Maxxie…Maxxie…" James spoke as he shook his boyfriend's shoulder. "Get up." Maxxie's eyes slowly opened as he sat up before he widened them to wake himself up.

"Are we there yet?"

"Yes you big wanker," Anwar said laughing.

"What time is it? Did I sleep the whole way?"

"It's nearly one in the morning…traffic was bad," James said as Anwar helped Maxxie up. "C'mon, we got a hotel to find," he said smirking at the blond.

They got off the bus and began their what turned out be a short search for a room. They found a place, not terribly expensive, and too terribly run down, with one room and a bathroom and two beds ( ^,^ ). After paying the crooked-nosed Welshman and walking up the five flights, the boys dropped their suitcases and dropped their bags in the hall before plopping onto their respective beds. Maxxie rolled over on top of James kissed him. "We're here."

"Oh come on, Maxxie, we just got here," Anwar kiddingly complained. "Don't you want to sleep one night before christening the place?"

"Listen 'ya big prick," Maxxie said with a smile as he looked at Anwar, "go shut it will 'ya?" Anwar laughed as he closed his eyes, dozing off and not caring that he was still dressed in his full suit.

"Maxxie, I want you to know something." Maxxie looked back at the boy beneath him.

"Hmm?"

"I'm really glad I came with you. My parents flipped when I told 'em but…I'm really glad I—"

Maxxie cut him off by melding their lips together. James smiled in their kiss, Maxxie's tongue entering his mouth. Their tongues sashayed against each other, their noses comfortably right next to the other. James wrapped his arms around the blond on top of him, one hand on his back, the other pulling up on Maxxie's shirt. And before long both boys were shirtless, rolling around on the bed with their lips locked.

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The sun rose soon enough through the curtain-less, blinds-less windows. Anwar sat up from his uncouth position—the same one he dozed off in, with his torso and thighs laying horizontally on the bed and his legs sticking off—and rubbed his eyes. He got up and turned to see just the sight he 'wanted' to see.

"Oh for fuck's sake!" Anwar quickly turned away to face the door. Both Maxxie and James lay completely naked with asses to the ceiling; Maxxie's arm was wrapped around James' shoulder. Anwar closed his eyes and stumbled over to the blond. He shoved the blonde's shoulder several times. "Maxxie…for fuck's sake, Maxxie, wake up."

"Mmmmehh…meh…what time is it?" Maxxie arched up onto his elbows, the sensation of being bare stuck him seconds later along with the fact that his slightly homophobic best friend was standing above him. He reached between he and James and threw the sheet over their lower forms. "Sorry, mate…you can look now," he said, looking up at Anwar with one eye squinted.

"Hurghh…Maxxie you 'gotta least warn me mate."

"Then I don't 'wanna see any baps either. Whad'ya want anyway, mate?"

"I 'needa get 'outta this suit. I'll be back."

Maxxie's head dropped back down as he fell back asleep; he was completely knackered. Anwar made for the door and as he got to the end of both beds one of his sock-clad feet stepped on the still wet cum-oozing condom. "Dammit, Maxxie." He pulled his sock off and threw his formal shoes back on, one foot sockless.

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Noon rolled around and James' eyes opened to see the motionless Maxxie. He smiled softly, taking in the boy's gorgeous face for as long as he could. When Maxxie rolled away, he got up. He laughed when he saw the cum-stained black sock next to the condom that had been in Maxxie's arse the night before.

He picked it up and tossed it before retrieving his clothes. But as he was about to dress, Anwar returned to see a completely naked James. Anwar ignored it, however, placing his new wardrobe on his bed, plus the suit which he had already changed out of. "Did we wake you last night?" James said, breaking the silence as he pulled his shirt back on.

"Nah."

"Right then. Anwar…"

"Hmm?"

"Does it bother you that Maxxie's…that we're gay?"

"No."

"'Cuz he told me what happened in Russia…"

"No, I said. Well…not really. It used to but…well my dad said 'somethin and I'm okay with it now."

James only nodded, sitting down next to Maxxie's covered bum. "I had to ask."

"It's fine."

"Maxxie…" James said, once again having to shake his boyfriend awake. "Get up you lazy git." Maxxie rolled on his side, facing the two other boys. He opened his eyes to see his briefs dangling from a smiling James' fingers. "Morning, sunshine."

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Author's Note: I wrote this because I really miss Maxxie and want to see what happens to him and James after Season 2. Oh, I just wanted to say, also, that, no, I'm not going to turn Anwar into this villain or James into this guardian…Maxxie can hold his own.

Please, R&R and if anyone has any good suggestions about improving my 'British' lemme know. AND STAY TUNED!