"Hey Chester, don't pull so hard, you're going to choke yourself!" Wilson warned his dog as they took a walk in the park on one of his days off from work.
The Pekinese was too excited to listen to his owner however, glad to be out for a change.
The goth gave an exasperated sigh but then jumped a bit when his cell phone began to vibrate in his pocket. Taking it out, he noticed that he had got a text.
Seeing who it was from made the forensic scientist grin as he read what was written.
Hello, love. What are you doing right now?
Wilson texted back.
Taking Chester out for a walk at the park.
The goth waited for a response, which he got almost immediately.
Lucky dog...
The wavy haired male giggled to himself and replied.
What? You jealous?
Maxwell then sent his response.
Of course.
Wilson was about to text something else but then looked up to notice that Chester seemed to be pestering someone who was sitting on a bench.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" The goth apologized and ran over, picking up his pet. He then looked at the person, seeing that they were a young lady, age sixteen if he were to guess. She had blonde hair kept in pig tails and pale blue eyes which were looking intensely at a flower she was slowly picking the petals from one bye one.
"Um, are you alright?" The forensic scientist asked.
"I'm fine, thank you..." Came a soft response, the teen not looking away from what she was doing. Wilson frowned a bit, not quite believing her.
He sat down next her, Chester sitting in his lap. "My name's Wilson, what's yours?"
The blonde's head whipped around to look at him, a scared expression on her face, but then it quickly went away. The wavy haired male noticed this but decided not to pry.
"My name's...Wendy." The teen finally said.
"Nice to meet you, Wendy." The goth said, smiling. "That's a pretty flower you've got there."
"It's damaged now, so how can it be?" The blonde teenager said, throwing the stem with only one petal left on it to the ground.
"Well, I think even something that's damaged can beautiful." The forensic scientist replied, bending over and picking up the remains of the plant.
The girl watched him with some unreadable emotion in her eyes.
"Maybe even more so than anything else." The wavy haired male continued, twirling the stem around between his fingers.
"You're...nice." Wendy commented.
"Huh? Oh, well, I try to be for the most part." Wilson said bashfully, scratching the back of his neck with his free hand.
"Wilson...be careful." The girl said suddenly, getting up from her seat.
"Huh?" The goth questioned, surprised by her warning.
The blonde turned around and looked at him.
"I like you...I don't want you getting hurt."
"Why would I get hurt?"
Wendy shut her eyes tight, as if she were in pain, shaking her head violently and then ran away.
The forensic scientist held out a hand towards her, unsure of what to do. It was then his phone began to ring and Wilson answered it, knowing already who it was.
"Hi, Maxy."
"Hello, love. Are you still at the park?"
"Yeah..." The goth answered, his tone of voice showing his distress.
"What's wrong?" Maxwell asked from the other end of the line.
"I...I'll tell you when I see you. Is it too much trouble if you could come and pick me and Chester up?"
"I'm already on my way."
"Thank you. And Maxy?"
"Yes?"
"I-I love you."
You could even hear the smile in his lover's voice when he replied. "Love you too."
"That is...troubling."
Maxwell's expression was thoughtful, taking in what Wilson had told him.
"She's way too young to be worrying about such things, if you ask me." The goth said, handing the taller male a soda, before joining him on the sofa.
"That warning is what really concerns me." The dapper man remarked, holding up his arm to allow his boyfriend to cuddle up close to him, before wrapping it around the other man's shoulders.
"She looked so pained when I asked her why...It makes me worry." The forensic scientist said sadly, cheek resting on his boyfriend's chest. Maxwell frowned a bit at this and put his drink on the coffee table.
"Hey, I don't want this to affect you too much." The tall man said, using his finger under Wilson's chin to have him look at him. The goth gave a small smile and straightened up enough to be able to kiss his lover.
"You're wonderful." Wilson said affectionately after they pulled apart.
"I try." Maxwell replied.
This got a few giggles out of the goth, the cop chuckling as well, and he hugged his dapper crush.
"In all seriousness though, I don't want you worrying over this." The tall man said, his large hand on the back of the forensic scientist's head.
"I'll try..." The wavy haired male answered, his reply muffled slightly because his mouth was pressed up against the dapper man's shoulder.
Separating from their embrace, the goth began to grin. "Want to watch something?"
"Like a movie? What exactly did you have in mind?" Maxwell asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.
"Nightmare Before Christmas, of course!"
The two men sat close to one another, watching the movie. Maxwell looked over at his boyfriend and noticed that his brow was furrowed, his mind clearly on something else.
The dapper man had an idea about what it might be.
"So, who's your favorite character?" He asked, trying to distract the goth.
"Huh? Oh, um, Dr. Finkelstein of course." Wilson replied looking over at the other man.
The cop didn't need to even guess why that was, knowing the forensic scientist. "Not the skeleton? I hear he's pretty popular."
The wavy haired man smiled. "Well, now that you mention it...he does remind me of someone. Someone handsome and has...long legs."
The dapper man raised an eyebrow."Oh?"
"Mmm hmm..." Wilson hummed, running his hand down his lover's chest.
"Should I be jealous?" Maxwell asked, his voice deepening a bit in what could only be arousal.
This caught the forensic scientist off guard and he began to blush as he timidly said, "M-Maybe."
"Well, it looks like we'll have to do something about that, won't we?" The tall man said huskily, grabbing at the waist line of the goth's pajama bottoms that the forensic scientist had insisted changing into along with a shirt with the skeleton character's face on it before playing the DVD earlier.
Wilson whimpered at this show of dominance, feeling a little guilty for enjoying it so much.
Maxwell must have sensed his slight discomfort because he then gently asked, "Are you alright? Is this too much?"
The smaller male shook his head violently. "I don't know but...I like it. Don't stop."
The cop smiled in relief but then it turned into a smirk. His hands, which were still on the goth's hips, suddenly tugged both the forensic scientist's pants and boxers roughly off of him.
This got a gasp out of Wilson, his blush growing darker as his erect member stood out proudly.
"Looks like you like the idea of that don't you?" The dapper man commented, a large hand closing around the dick in front of him and started to pump it slightly.
"Yes..." The small man answered meekly, having never felt this turned on before. Who would've known he would like dirty talk, because his lover somehow did.
"You better make it up to me." The taller male said, leaning forward and licking the head of Wilson's cock. The forensic scientist cried out, his eyes shut as pleasure coursed through him.
"W-Wait."
There was a smaller hand on Maxwell's own which caused the man to look up. "I...I want to do it." The goth said, averting his eyes.
"Do what, love?" The dapper man asked, not giving up his act.
"I want to s-suck you."
The cop looked genuinely surprised for a moment.
"I-I know I haven't done it before but I'll t-try my best." The goth said, worry evident in his voice as he watched his lover's reaction.
"If you're sure. You don't have to, you know." The tall man said, his tone serious.
"Yes, I'm sure. I want to do this." Wilson answered, nodding his head.
Maxwell nodded his head once, letting the smaller male settle in between his legs.
"And I want you to k-keep talking to me like that, understand?" The goth demanded, looking up at the taller one as he undid the other man's belt.
The dapper man couldn't help smiling, after all, it wasn't often the forensic scientist would command him to do anything.
"Pushy aren't we?" The cop chuckled sexily.
Wilson didn't answer, afraid he'd lose his nerve if he did, and pulled the man's member out. It really was big, he was surprised that it had fit inside of him several times now.
Feeling himself shudder in pleasure at the thought, the goth then began to stroke his lover gently. Maxwell hummed at the feeling but didn't say anything.
Thinking back on how his boyfriend always started out, the forensic scientist then leaned forward and licked at the tip of the tall man's dick. The taste of the pre-cum coming out of it made Wilson moan loudly.
"You are such a loud little thing aren't you?"
The comment was slightly unexpected despite his earlier order and the goth blushed but refused to look at Maxwell's face for it might undo him if he did.
Instead, he carefully put the head in his mouth next, unprepared for the smell of his lover to be so strong here as well as the taste of his skin.
Another moan escaped the forensic scientist, the sound sending vibrations through the dapper man's flesh.
"Fuck!" The tall man cursed through his teeth, a hand unintentionally grabbing at the goth's hair. Wilson stood still, the fingers threading through his locks startling him a bit.
The smaller male dared to glance up and noticed there was concern on Maxwell's features, his hand beginning to withdraw.
Quickly, Wilson grabbed the retreating appendage and brought it down on his head again with a slight glare, and began to bob his head.
"You like that do you?" The cop asked with a laugh, understanding he still needed to follow his order hence the glare from the other man.
The goth hummed around the dapper man's girth in answer.
"Yes, of course you do, my little cocksucker." The taller one said softly.
The large hand tugged slightly, causing a surprised moan to escape Wilson but it only made him suck harder and faster.
The forensic scientist began to stroke himself and couldn't stop moaning.
"Fuck, Wilson love, I think I'm going to cum." Maxwell grunted in warning.
The goth must not have heard him because he continued.
Just when he felt his orgasm approach, the dapper man pulled his lover off of him in an attempt to save him from getting cum in his mouth but instead it just got all over his face.
The forensic scientist cried out in shock as semen was shot repeatedly all over him.
"Shit, Wilson, I am so sorry!" The cop immediately apologized, feeling mortified.
It was then that the wavy haired male cried out, cumming all over his hand.
"Wilson?" Maxwell questioned, feeling an odd mix of arousal and confusion at his lover's sudden orgasm.
"Oh, God! I'm covered in your seed and I-I think that it was too much..." The goth confessed, trying to get up on wobbly legs.
"Careful!" The cop exclaimed, holding his arms open as his boyfriend collapsed into them.
"I should really clean this off but I don't think I can move." Wilson said, feeling embarrassed.
"I know for a fact that you can't. Here..." The dapper man leaned forward and grabbed some tissue paper from a box that sat on the coffee table.
"Thanks." The forensic scientist said, closing his eyes as he let his dapper crush clean him off.
"I really am sorry, that was not my intention." Maxwell apologized once more.
"Yeah, but I'm actually kind of glad you did." The goth replied with a blush.
"You are quite kinky, I'm surprised." The tall man remarked.
"Says the man that started the whole thing!" Wilson exclaimed, poking his boyfriend in the nose.
There was a moment of silence of the two grinning at each other before the forensic scientist got up, this time being stable, and went over and picked up his pants.
"Looks like the movie's over." The goth noted, looking at the TV screen.
Maxwell hummed in acknowledgment and began to stretch before getting up and fastening his pants. "I was wondering if it would be too much to ask if I could spend the night."
Still holding his pajama bottoms in his arms, Wilson turned around towards the other man. "Of course!"
"Great, I'll just go out to the car and get my things." The dapper man said, heading towards the door.
"Wait, you packed your stuff before you knew whether I would say yes or not?"
"I still have a hard time believing you wear eye contacts."
Maxwell turned around, noticing his small boyfriend in the bathroom doorway.
"Well, they are a little bit more convenient to wear than glasses." The tall man answered, finishing up on taking the objects out of his eyes.
"But not so much when putting them on and taking them off. I wish I could see you in glasses." Wilson said with a grin.
"Not happening." The dapper man said firmly, heading towards the bedroom.
"Aww!" The forensic scientist cried out, grin still in place as he followed his boyfriend.
They both got in bed and immediately began to cuddle.
"I love you, Maxy." Wilson said with more confidence than he usually did.
"I love you too." Maxwell replied with a smile, noticing the difference.
When the taller male was finally asleep, the goth was still awake, thinking. After all, he hadn't totally forgotten about his encounter with Wendy.
Not by a long shot.