A/N: Continuation of the last chapter. Intense subject matter, yada yada.
Story:
'Who knows about it?' Tony asked, reaching to turn on a lamp in the pre-dawn darkness that barely allowed more than view of your hand in front of your face. Maxxie traced up Tony's arm to his hand and brought it back down to his own chest slowly as he made to flick the switch, removing his fingers from the lamp and grasping Tony's hand in both of his gently, interlacing his fingers with Tony's. 'It makes it harder if the lights on.' He says quietly. 'Max?' Tony prompted after a few minutes silence, interlacing the fingers from his free hand with Maxxie's, as it seemed to be a comfort to him. 'Huh?' Maxxie responded, clearly having been abruptly dragged from deep thoughts. 'What did you say?'
'Who knows, Maxxie? About what happened?' The brunette rephrased. 'I told you didn't I?' Maxxie replied nervously. 'Fuck, Max.' Tony sighed, raking his fingers through his hair in shock, yet using the affectionate nickname so as to comfort the blonde with knowing the brunette wasn't angry with him.
'I'm sorry, Tone. I never should have told you in the first place.' The smaller teen apologized. 'Why are you sorry? You would want to talk about it sometime, wouldn't you?' Tony asked, removing one hand from Maxxie's grip and placing in on the side of his face; feeling the blonde shudder at his unexpected touch as he mumbled ,'Maybe. Didn't have to though, did I?'
Tony removed that hand and rubbed Maxxie's neck and shoulder soothingly. When all that did was cause a shudder as well, Tony interlaced their fingers again. 'I had no idea it still affected you that bad, Max.' 'Huh, what? Sorry, Tony.' 'I saw how uncomfortable I made you by moving my hand, is all. I figured it must be that.' 'Only when I really think about it, dream about it, remember something about it, and I guess talk about it. Then for a while that kind of thing is uncomfortable. But not when it's not in the picture. I'm just on edge from Sketch, that's all. It wasn't you Tone. Don't worry about it.' Maxxie mumbled. 'You regret telling me?' Tony asked.
'Yeah, well, sort of. You wanted a fuck and you ended up like this. Not like Russia, no strings attached. Maxxie stated plainly. 'I'm hanging around, Max. Nice try getting rid of me though, wanker. Not gonna happen that easily.' 'Because of what I told you, or because I'm a good fuck?' Maxxie questioned. 'I've wanted you since long before Russia; Max, you want a real relationship and more depth than a 10p coin, why wouldn't I want to be with you?'
'But I have baggage, Tone. Big style.' 'But you trusted me, Max.' Tony began. 'Why?' Maxxie sighed. 'Because I thought you wanted a quick fuck. I figured you only wanted to play with me for one night again, like in Russia.'
'So you'd let me use you like I did when you were drunk, so long as I pissed off in the morning?' 'Tone, I know you're upset, but-' 'Of course I am! Is that really all you think of yourself? Hands, a mouth, and an arse?' Tony cut in. 'He did. He's allowed to, why can't I? It's not like he didn't make me use those hands and that mouth, and nearly my arse with more than his fingers.' Maxxie deadpanned.
'Max, he used you, Tom, well, he used you, too. But Brad didn't, your hip-hop teacher doesn't, and I'm through hurting you. Not every guy is going to hurt you like a complete mother fucking wanker, Max.' 'I know that, Tony. I do, but trust is hard for me. I'll try though, for you. I can't promise, but I'll do my best to trust; and to think better of myself. But I can't do it on my own.'
'Then we will, together. We'll move on when we're ready to, and we'll take it slow from here. We'll work on the trust, but the self-respect has to start with you.' 'Tone, I know. But this, us, doing it together, it really helps. Thankyou.' The smaller boy untwined their hands and wrapped his arms around the brunette, holding him tightly and falling asleep in his arms.
10 minutes later….