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Maxxie felt like dancing, he wanted to sing, but he settled for lying in Tony's arms. Skin against skin. Sharing the same air. He still had his doubts, many of them, but for the moment he was content where he was.
Tony ran his hands through Maxxie's blonde hair, revelling in the smell of the other boy. Tony reached forward and kissed Maxxie, remembering the first time. Maxxie was seriously more than happy to return the kiss, until he noticed the framed photo on Tony's desk. He immediately pulled back and glanced from the photo to the floor, shifting slightly away from the brunette boy. Confused by Maxxie's sudden change, Tony lifted his chin and tried to kiss him again, but the shorter boy refused. In fact, not only did he refuse, he shakily (and painfully) removed himself from the bed. "Tony, we can't." Tony followed him up, grasping aimlessly for Maxxie's hand.
"Yes. We can." Maxxie shook his head sadly.
"No."
"Maxx, stop. We'll work it out." Maxxie had succeeded on pulling on his pants by the time he got to the door. But a sudden pain in his sore ribs tripped him and he fell out of the house, swearing as he went. Tony reached out to catch the falling boy, but was too late and quickly bent beside the other, who was clutching his side in pain. Tony looked at Maxxie, sprawled across the doorstep, with his black eye, split lip, bruised abdomen and purple face, and felt a strange guilt. It was something he hadn't felt often before. Kissing Maxxie quickly and lending his hand, Tony assisted to pull him off the ground and helped him inside, guiding him towards the couch. What neither had noticed was Michelle standing out the front, walking towards the house, but she'd noticed them.
I know it's really short. But don't worry, more will come soon. Thanks for reading, please review!