Maxie was never a fan of these parties. The music was much too loud and alcohol not nearly strong enough to make dealing with all his drunk classmates bearable. Tabitha had came with his new boyfriend, and Courtney had begged him to come along too should anything happen. Plus, free drinks were still free drinks.
4 hours have never felt so long in his life. Some freshmen were passed out on the lawn while many sophomore and junior years were busy screwing each other or throwing up before moving onto the next house.
Most seniors had left awhile ago. Except Maxie. He had checked to make sure his friends hadn't done anything too regretful (Tabitha and his boyfriend were busy, and Courtney had run off with one of the swim team members). Honestly he was probably still there only because of the endless amount of kegs the host had bought. Just beer though, as the vodka and shots had vanished much too soon by over eager dudebros trying to impress a woman or each other.
"'is stuff tastes like piss..." He had been planning on checking the place over to make sure no one was on the verge of death (alcohol poisoning was a rather shitty way to go) but not even 6 rooms in and Maxie had the luck of finding a very inebriated man. A senior he recalled, sitting on the floor next to a large (and stained) loveseat, red cup in hand.
"Well you're still drinking it." And what do you know. One of the very obnoxious dudebros himself. The guy's cheeks were darker than normal, eyes glossy and movements sluggish. About 2 more drinks from being completely smashed.
He looked up at Maxie, narrowing his eyes in some attempt at focusing on him. The speech, which already held an accent, was shaky and slurred. "Who...da hell are...? Ngh...fergetit, it don matter."
"Come on, at least rest on a bed. You'll regret it in the morning." He nodded in response, but didn't move an inch. Instead taking a large gulp out of the cup and grimacing once more at the taste. Sighing, Maxie walked over and leaned down to help him up. Dark blue eyes blinked at the lack of space.
"I...think I seen ya before...erm..." The larger man ran a hand through his messy black hair in thought. "Yer...we go to the same college right?"
"Considering it's the only one for a few miles, I assume you didn't travel very far for free booze."
"Only the good stuff. W-wait lemme put the cup down before I go anywhere..." He tossed the empty plastic cup into a nearby wastebasket. Shame the owner's family would have to clean up their lovely little home after this was all said and done. Balancing them, Maxie aided in locating a bed not already occupied or stained.
"Name's Archie by the way." Archie, as the man claimed, did his damnest to help move his own body without putting too much weight on his shoulder. His breath reeked and told just how much the other had drank that it was a real wonder how he hadn't passed out yet. "Heh...don't think I've seen many attractive and nice guys often enough...mind tellin me yer name?"
"My name is Maxie and you're drunk." Well technically he himself wasn't exactly sober either but he did have some morals. Sometimes. When it suited the situation.
"Hahaha! Naw bro jus a little tipsy is all! I was tryin to get drunk off my ass but the beer here fuckin sucks." As Maxie tried a doorknob to another room, Archie inched himself closer. "The only redhead, like...red redhead I ever saw was this huge nerd that...everyone said had the power to turn dudes gay."
"You and I both know that isn't possible." Now sleeping with confused, or even questioning men? "They could've just figured out they like men, or both. Why does it have to be 'magical?'"
"Cuz...cuz they usually dared 'em too and he did and they said they never had nothin like it! All of 'em!" Finally a room not full of naked or passed out people. They moved slowly before Archie collapsed on the bed with a tired sigh. "...if ya were I'd take ya up on it."
"Excuse me?"
"Girlfriend's a bitch, our sex life is run entirely on what she feels and when she feels like it. If at all. Personality's what you'd expect from a privileged yuppie. Can't break it off with 'er if I want my face or hearin intact...shit's fucked."
"Then why are you two together?" Typical story of a bad romance. If he had to listening to the excuse of 'because I love them' one more time...
"She's got money, and status. Folks want me to marry into that. So when 'm not getting hounded by them for the wedding date, she's botherin me on when 'm switching my degree over to be a doctor like her father." Maxie watched heavy shoulders sink into the mattress. "Need...somethin. Hell I'll even pay ya."
"You want me to deal with your sexuality crisis?" He's dealt with begging, desperate frat boys, and drunken teachers...but this? Archie glanced up from his sprawled out position. He did feel a *little* bad for him, and the man wasn't ugly. "I'm not a hooker you can just-"
"Hooker? No. Hot guy who preys on curious souls like me...?" Oh he was a sucker for the bluntly honest. This was the week he was going to stop doing this too. Maxie swore up and down he would. "Not that 'm complainin...and if 'm wrong ya got yerself another admirer. And more proof yer magic."
Next week he'd change.
"I keep telling you, there isn't such a thing." Shaking his head at the grinning man, Maxie locked the door and sat down on the bed next to him. "Now, which position would- wait what am I saying; you're in not state to hang over anything."
"Holy- yer serious? Shit wait give me a second ta...what are ya even gonna do?" The familiar spark of intrigue, worry, and excitement in the other's eyes made him smile. The situation possibly sobering him up a bit as he scrambled to at least sit up.
"Hm...this would be your first time with another man correct? It'd be bad to rush into anything."
"Blowjob." Maxie's eyebrows shot up at the near instantaneous if a bit over eager declaration. Archie seemed embarrassed by his own outburst as well. "Er...if ya don't mind. I could, ya know...too, but 've never...erm...it might not be as good since...yeah."
"Hmph. Okay, I'll admit it, you're cute." Ignoring the stuttering snap of 'I am not cute!' he leaned forward. "You asked nicely, so I'll graciously accept. Slip down a bit and rest your neck on a pillow. I don't need you puking on me should something go awry. Also, watch the teeth."
"Wow. Bossy." Their clothes were discarded as Maxie instructed, and readjusted Archie into a decent position of him on top and the other below. The confidence seemed to dissipate when both were free from their underwear. "...like I said...I...have no fuckin clue what 'm doin."
"Don't tense your jaw, watch the teeth, and just go slow."
"That it?"
"For a beginner? Yes, that's all." The 'don't choke' he felt was pretty universal and clipped onto the 'go slow' rule. So he didn't feel the need to voice it. It was a learning process too, after all.
Archie...was a big guy. Nothing too great, but the size you'd expect from a buff man; something still large and imposing. Had he had bigger? Sure.
Didn't make his mouth water any less when he took it all at once. Feeling the powerful legs buckle as a timid death trap of a mouth gave a gasp before responding with a tentative lick. The other's tongue was very hot to the touch, sending a shudder down Maxie's spine as tried to keep his attention on working the shaft with his own.
He sighed when Archie managed to work up the courage to bring at least the head into his mouth. He really should be more worried with the rows of sharp teeth, the equivalency to putting it in a bear trap. A very wet, amazingly hot and at the very least trying to make him feel good bear trap.
It HAD been awhile since one of his other partners actually wanted to do something for him too. Which is why he wanted to stop doing...this. As great as it felt it'd end as it usually did.
But he could enjoy the now. Live in the moment. Be pleased with the man under him attempting to mimic and repeat the movements that legitimately made him moan and tremble (and using those teeth ever so lightly to create a painfully pleasurable sensation all on his own). Yes, given enough practice, Archie could become just as good, if not better at this than Maxie.
He would not be so easily beat though. Deep throating had always come second nature for the redhead, lacking a gag reflex and all, and it was always effective. So much so when he groaned at the attention Archie was giving his cock, it made the man under him pull away to catch his breath. Mewling and whining all the while.
"Not...fair...!"
"I've had a lot of practice." That statement only made him pout and attempt to do the same to Maxie. I suppose I can do something special as a last hurrah.
Carefully, he moved down to the last of the base, bobbing his head as the tip brushed against the back of his throat. Tears began forming at the limited air; Maxie's body hated this, but damn did he enjoy doing it. It was a next level high, being able to take the absolute maximum but still could, if he really wanted, take more. Dangerous? Perhaps. Worth it?
Completely. Especially as he hummed when Archie was rolling his tongue like that causing his throat to tighten and a sudden bitterness filled his mouth.
It wasn't often he choked on a dick, but then again he was focusing maybe too much on what the other was doing to him that he didn't realize how close either of them were. Archie had definitely choked. Unsure what to do with the fluid flooding into his throat he inadvertently swallowed. Maxie did it on impulse.
"Y-you...that...was..." A disgusted face; normal, given the first hand taste of semen, but not disgusted by the act? No Archie actually looked on cloud 9. "You were fantastic dude...'ve had tons of girlfriends and they've never...like, that was..."
He was rambling, and falling asleep fast. Booze finally kicked in and knocked him out cold. But, Maxie was nice enough to wipe the remaining cum off the other's would be beard and tossed the blanket over him.
Good enough.
"You said you'd stop doing that."
"And you said you wouldn't fuck on the first date, but where did I find you?" His friends were nursing their hangovers over some tapioca drinks. Courtney looked more than a little pleased with herself while Tabitha was more than mildly disappointed.
"He was a 7 at best."
"I saw it." Courtney gave him a face. "9 inches."
"Most pathetically used 9 inches I've ever had the displeasure of riding." Maxie never understood how someone could like something THAT big. Oh well. Who was he to judge? Tabitha was still peeved. "Just where was the Swim Team vice captain last night hmm?"
"Size queen." She countered.
"All I got was a name." A pitying look from Courtney made him swirl his drink irritably. "If you're having such an issue Tabitabi, why not date that one extra large guy that came in last semester. Remember, the one always trying to flirt with you?"
"He'd be a 10 at the smallest." She nodded, sipping her drink happily.
"I...I mean he's attractive but..."
"WHO WAS THAT GIRL YOU WERE WITH LAST NIGHT?!" Shouting across the walkway drew their attention to a couple in front of a cafe. A young woman, Maxie'd guess a junior, who was dressed as standardly as every other college girl was shouting...at...
"That's the guy I blew."
"...at least he's not Kalosian this time." Tabitha muttered. Courtney elbowed him as they listened in.
"Girl? What girl?! There aren't any redheaded-" Archie snapped back. Looking much more aware and less like a drunken corpse was like night and day.
"THAT REDHEADED BITCH WHO TOOK YOU UPSTAIRS!" Such beauty could only be completely shattered by such an ugly personality. "I LEAVE YOU BY YOURSELF FOR 10 MINUTES AND YOU GO AND SPEND YOUR RENT MONEY ON SOME WHORE?!"
"I DIDN'T BUY A PROSTITUTE! I KEEP TELLIN YA MY WALLET GOT STOLEN! AND 10 MINUTES?! YOU WERE GONE FOR 2 HOURS! I COULDN'T FIND YA AND YA WOULDN'T PICK UP YER FUCKIN PHONE!"
"DON'T YOU DARE RAISE YOUR VOICE TO ME!"
"Looks like someone doesn't remember." He expected as much. It always happened if not for straight up denial.
"Me and Courtney will watch your drink." Maxie grinned at them. Stirring the pot was a fun way to get back at these assholes for 'forgetting.' Today just so happened to be his turn.
"I'll be back shortly."
The couple's yelling grew louder with each step. Trying not to smile straight away, he stopped dead next to them.
"Excuse me-"
"WHAT. MIND YOUR OWN-"
"DON'T START YELLIN AT PEOPLE BECAUSE YER DELUSIONAL." Oh this would be just great.
"I saw her. A redheaded little hussy dragging your sorry alcoholic ass up into a bedroom." The woman was shaking with rage. A shame her pretty face was just a ploy from her temper.
"And I told you; there isn't a redheaded girl in this place. You even checked-"
"I KNOW WHAT I SAW!" Her booming snarl did cause Maxie to flinch. She was pissed beyond belief. At least Archie hadn't lied about that part.
"I think I have your answer." Maxie spoke calmly, feeling elated as their attention landed squarely on him. Really it was no wonder he wasn't recognized. Undoing his hair from it's ponytail, and taking out the hair pins holding his bangs back he used his hand a brush as he watched both their faces drop.
"You...you disgusting...with another man...?!" She was hysterical now. Cursing them and hurling slur after insult at Archie who was too stunned to care. He looked pale, blinking and mouth agape like a fish out of water. Hilarious.
"Glad to have cleared that up." Maxie fixed himself back up as he turned to walk back to his table. Not even halfway he felt a big hand grab his arm.
"We...did we?" Archie asked in a panicked voice. This part he hated more than anything.
Denial. Anger. Fear.
"I thought...with a girl..." Regret.
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but we did."
"Me...with you?" It wasn't fair.
"Technically we blew each other." His voice came out cruel, uncaring and matter of fact. The smile was genuine, but more out of spite than kindness.
Archie looked torn. Conflicted and downright terrified. Maxie could feel the palm getting warmer through his sweater. Deciding to end this awkwardness, he pulled away from him. Digging into his carry on and he pulled out the wallet he had found on the ground outside the home.
"This is yours, correct?"
Archie's eyes widen as he nodded. Taking it carefully he checked the contents frantically. He sighed heavily when it seemed all was well. "Everything's there...that's a relief."
"If we're done here I must get back to-"
"Just like that?" The sudden anger in his tone made Maxie stop.
"Excuse me?" Facing him again, Archie still had that same conflicted look but now laced with betrayal...and want.
"Is it really so easy for ya to just mess around and leave like nothing happened? I know you made me decent before ya left. Hell you bothered to give me back my stuff without taking anything. But ya still don't..." Oh dear. This was unexpected. It did, occasionally, happen but not...not like this. Archie seemed serious. Deathly serious for a one night stand deal. "Was I that bad? Is that it?"
"If I recall, you are to be married to that precious little volcano over there. And no, you were quite good for your first time."
"I also said I wanted to leave her. Good to know ya pay attention." Regardless the blush on his face was obvious at the compliment. He shifted a bit before inching himself closer.
"How cute...are you looking for a fuckbuddy or do you think you can actually sweep me off my feet?"
"If I'm as good as ya say I am, give me yer number so I can prove I can do more than sweep. I'll make you my bride before graduation." Where that confidence cropped up from Maxie couldn't say, but it was attractive as all hell.
"In 8 months? Hm...I'd like to see you try." Professional and poised, if you didn't know any better you'd say Maxie was a prudish bookworm and nothing more. With Archie hot on his trail however... "Might want to break up with that first though."
"1 month and I'll have ya beggin to bed me again."
"We'll see about that."
"We sure will, huh Max?"