Craig and Max's walk to the beach was long and hot, it wasn't even that far, but mother nature was exceptionally hot today. So once they arrived they stopped at the cafe and grabs some drinks, Max smiles as he took his first sip, the walk had taken forever and his throat was dry.
"You wanna go sit on the beach?" Craig asked, their fingers still intertwined, avoiding any homophobic glances as they strode to the beach, the wind felt good as they got closer to the shore. They sat in silence for a while, just taking it all in, the thing is, Max's make-up wasn't exactly waterproof, and when he began sweating more, began to melt off, showing all his bruises and cuts. The short male didn't notice and wiped his forehead with his sleeve, only then noticing the layers of make-up in his sleeve, Max panicked, he couldn't let Craig see him, not like this, he looked down, but for his luck, Craig noticed.
"Babe, what's up?" He cupped Max's face and held his face up, Craig gasped when he saw the cuts and bruises, he moved his hand up and ran his finger over the scars, Max flinched slightly, and turned a pale shade of red when Craig began kissing them. Craig pulled back and looked Max in the eyes worryingly.
"Who did this to you?"
"I-I uhh... fell down some stairs." Max looked away again, only to have Craig move his head so he was facing him again.
"Please, don't lie. Who did this?" Craig wrapped his arms around the injured male, protectively. Max's eyes began to water tried to blink them away, not wanting to seem weak. The taller male's grip tightened, but not enough to crush his lover. Max spoke, though t was hardly audible, Craig still heard.
"M-My dad." Craig gasped, seriously? Would a dad do such a thing? He stood up and pulled Max to his feet carefully.
"You're staying at mine, lets go grab your stuff." Craig intertwined there fingers as he began walking. Max gasped, looking up at Craig.
"Won't I get annoying?" Craig tightened his grip on Max's hands.
"Of course not" He placed a quick kiss on Max's lips before walking again. The walk to the house was slow and quiet. Only a few quick glances until there. Max opened the door and crept inside, Craig following him. As they quietly walked to Max's room, all that they could hear was loud snores. Max sighed and pulled out a bag from underneath his bed, quickly shoving all the 'Necessaries' in it. "Got everything?" Craig smirked, looking at the bag, he swore it was going to explode any second now. Max pouted. "There's a lot of stuff I need!" Craig grabbed the bag and began walking to his place, Max following shortly behind. The walks again, was quiet and quick. Once they arrived Craig grabbed Max's hand and dragged him up to his room and put the bag on the bed. "I'm gonna go grab something to eat, you hungry?" Max shook his head and Craig walked off, ignoring what Max had said and getting them both something to eat. He was about to go back up to his room when his dad called his name, Craig spun around angrily.
"Is that your new whore?" he said with a giggle. Craig put the plated down and resisted the urge to hit the bastard he called his father.
"Max isn't a whore!" He yelled. His father still smirking.
"Sure sure. I bet he's fucked so many people he lost track" Craig couldn't help himself, he threw his fist at his father. "Shut the fuck up, dickhead" He his him square in the face, grabbed the plates and stormed off.
Max sat on Craig's bed, hearing everything. "I don't think I should stay here..." He spoke to no one, playing with the sheets. He sighed and looked up as he heard the door creak and open. Craig held the plate out and Max pouted, but took the plate.
"I'm sorry if you heard that. My dad's a fucking homophobe." Craig sighed as he picked up the the sandwich and ate it.
"It's okay. I'm used to shit like that." Max also began eating, only just realizing how hungry he actually was. Craig finishes his sandwich and dragged Max onto his lap, giving his a kiss. Max wrapped his arms around Craig's neck and deepened the kiss, Craig's arms hung loosely around Max's waist. They continues kissing until Craig's dad walked in, angry at Craig.
"Hey whore, get the fuck of Craig." Max jumped and pulled back from the kiss, about to climb off Craig's lap until the arms around his waist tightened. "What the fuck do you want?" Craig glared at his dad. "You to understand you don't hit your elders, faggot." Craig snorted. "Just go die." Craig spoke and went back to kissing Max. His father was now incredibly angry, grabbing Max by the hair. and ripping his out of Craig's arms and onto the ground, before punching Craig across the face twice before walking out.
Max rushed to Craig. Once he saw Craig bleeding from the mouth and nose he walked to the bathroom to get some resources and cleaned Craig up.
"I'm not important. Did the asshole hurt you, Max?" Max continues cleaning Craig up and shook his head.
"I'm fine." Max pecked Craig's cheek.
"I'm sorry, I bought you here to help you, and it's still shit. You see, I'm not usually with my dad, but my mum's away for the day so he's here. He will be gone by tomorrow." Craig gave Max a small smile. The bassist climbed onto bed and snuggles up to Craig.
"I'm tired now." Max closed his eyes.
"I doubt you should sleep in that, what do you normally sleep in?" A light blush covered Max's cheeks.
"Uh. over-sized shirts." Craig smirked and took his shirt off, passing it to Max.
"Wear that then" Craig took his pants off, so he was just in boxers and lay down. Max took his shirt off, staring at Craig's toned body, before putting Craig's shirt on and removing any other unnecessary clothing, before hugging as close to Craig as he could get.
