Hi there! This is just a short fic to get me into the mood, I don't own Skins or, very very sadly, Maxxie, sigh, they get all the good one's…
Anyways, please read.
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Maxxie and James were fooling around on a school bus playing games on a mobile phone. The bus was fairly empty, only half-full, so most people had managed to spread themselves over several seats; it had actually become a competition up the back. In contrast James was crouching on his seat, his concentration completely taken over by the virtual world of pixelated zombies. Maxxie was seated beside him, likewise captivated by the game, there was something hypnotic about watching the undead explode, again, and again, and again…
"Yes!" James shouted excitedly.
"I'm onto the next level; this is the furthest I've ever been." Then he submerged, once more, into the game. Maxxie leaned even closer, reacting to the suspense seeing James fighting a particularly ugly specimen, till his face was right next to James'. An electronic beep announced that the zombie had won, Maxxie watched with fascination as the loser was thoroughly devoured.
"No! I was so-" His voice died out as James realized how close he and Maxxie were. James felt the blood rush to his face as he felt his body, more specifically his lower region, respond to his sudden lust. Maxxie glanced down and then gave him an amused questioning look.
"Err well, umm, vibration's and err…" James didn't know what to say, what could he say? Maxxie gazed at him for what seemed like an eternity, then surprised the other boy by placing his arm on James' other side. He followed this up by leaning in until their noses were almost touching, and murmuring seductively for his ears alone:
"Your move." James gulped, trying in vain to find some shreds of logic in his scrambled brain.
"Umm, you see…" As much as he wanted to close the distance between himself and the blond, James wasn't sure he wanted to kiss him right then in front of everyone. Then he looking into the Maxxie's eyes and knew it was a lost cause, not caring who saw them or what they would think, he leaned forward to place a gentle kiss on Maxxie's lips. James gasped as Maxxie deepened the kiss, slipping his tongue into James' mouth. Wolf whistles and cheers erupted on the bus, many students exclaiming to neighbours about how long it had taken the two of them to wake up and smell the testosterone. They were on the receiving end of a glare from the driver who disapproved of such shows of affection. And somewhere under their seats, a character who had just received another life was being consumed by a zombie, again. Unaware of it all were Maxxie and James, locked in their own private world of pleasure.
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