Chapter 2
MyHeartBleeds: Ray's not going to stand having you in his closet long. Besides, I just heard him talking to Kevin something about... what was it... stink bomb? :p
Bluumberry: I remember you. You're the only person I dropped major hints to about this fic. And Ray won't be appearing for a while. And yes, the court case is a side story here.
Mizuyah: Because, despite what the dubbers say, I reckon Max is older than Tyson. I mean, come on, Max's voice broke first. Max is taller. Max looks older. See. Older. :p
Ashla: Even if super hot guys like Kai did exist, they'd be gay. :p
animeandraia: Lot's to read with Honesty. Enjoy. And glad you like the beginning.
Tariki Rania: I believe Max is older than Tyson. And yes, Biovolt's having trouble. :D
Ramen II: But I've finished writing. I'm writing Ketsuron at the moment. That and another fic. And Max and Tyson weren't staring... they were drooling. :p
Kappy Locks: 40 chappies, actually. Longer, this one. And I'm going to drop hints about Kai. You'll see what I mean.
dead yet a love sick puppy: True, but miracles can happen.
Shaman Wolf: And here's another update. :p
babymar-mar: Hello. Have you read anything of mine before? You don't look familiar.
lilmatchgirl007: Tala's referenced. So's Bryan. But anyway, you'll see. And Kai would need hotness lessons... from himself. :p
Koneko no Rei: The results of the court case are in Honesty II. And no Ray for a while, I'm afraid.
KuronekoHikage: I'm sure it's in his vocab. I do believe it's referenced/translated with/to 'lazy' beneath Tyson's picture. :p
Prozacfairy: The trick with this story is that being the prequel to Honesty and therefore coming before the other fics, means you already know what's going to happen. Tis a bugger to write, but. [[[sigh]]]
Chaco and Lily: Welcome! No Kai/Ray action for a while, I'm afraid. And the whole thing with the song... freaky. Almost as bad as me writing my Demo Boys fic, in particular a scene with Tala, the song Behind Blue Eyes came on. I hate it when that happens.
Nothing to say here…
"Aw sweet!" Tyson fell back onto the bed, grinning. "I found my room!"
Max poked his head in the door and grinned. "Gee, would the reason you want this room be because it's the closest one to the kitchen?"
Tyson threw a pillow at him, Max ducking back and stepping down the hall, watching as Kai opened a door before the elder teen glanced behind him. "Found yours, Max."
Max raised an eyebrow, looking inside before grinning. "You bet you did! Thanks Kai."
"Whatever."
Max watched as Kai proceeded to the door at the end of the hallway to glance inside the room, grunting his satisfaction and stepping inside, closing the door behind him. Kenny was already out of sight, Max stepping into his room and grinning at the sea-green paintwork and the linocut image of a turtle hanging above the bed.
"You should feel right at home, Draciel," Max said softly, patting his pocket and feeling the familiar and welcome shape of his beyblade as he dropped his bag onto the bed, setting about unpacking his things into the drawers. Hearing a soft knock, he looked up. "It's open."
As predicted, Tyson slid inside the room, closing the door behind him. "Did you check out Kai?"
"How could I miss him." Max set the last of his shirts into the top drawer and closed it. "He's gotten cute."
"He was always cute. Now he's just plain hot." Tyson sat on the edge of the bed, watching as Max continued to unpack. "Of course, he doesn't realise we're alive…"
"Oh, I think he knows we're alive." Max looked to the side. "Kai's straight, Tyson. You know that."
"Yeah, well I was straight too up until I got a crush on you." Tyson rubbed the back of his neck absently, frowning. "I think Kenny's suspicious."
"Yeah, I get that impression too." Max sighed, sitting on the bed beside his boyfriend. "Ty… we have to tell him. We have to tell Kai."
"I have no problem with telling Kai, its just…" Tyson sighed. "I think Kenny's a homophob."
"A homophobic? You think?" Max thought for a moment. "Actually, you might be right about that. Considering some of the things he has said in the past, I mean."
"Yeah." Tyson looked down toward the ground, studying the pattern on the rug. "We can't tell Kenny. Not yet."
"It's been almost four months!"
"I know it." Tyson shook his head. "I just feel… I don't think he's ready. I mean, he'll probably accept the fact you're gay. You've always been a bit, well, happy."
Max felt his cheeks warm. "That was from too much sugar. I've cut back since then."
"Yeah, by one candy bar a day."
"Well I think you should cut back by one meal a day." Max patted Tyson's stomach affectionately. "They call it puppy fat now, but when you get older…"
"Rub it in. So maybe I need to lose some weight, big deal." Tyson shook his head. "Let's just not tell Kenny. As for Kai… not yet."
"He'll work it out." Max nodded in the general direction of Kai's room. "Kai's not stupid, Ty. He knows exactly what's happening before it even decides to happen. He's psychic, I swear."
"I agree with you, buddy."
Max slid an arm around Tyson's waist, resting his head on his shoulder and closing his eyes. "We won't tell Kenny. Not yet, anyway."
"I just wish we could stop pretending." Tyson looked sideways at Max, reaching out to trail his fingers through his hair. "All I want to do is make love to you, but we can't. Kenny's always around, and if he were to hear…"
Max bit his lip, sighing heavily. "Yeah."
"To wake up to find you sleeping beside me…" Tyson grinned, only to have it slip away. "You know what they say: the path to true happiness has its obstacles."
"Obstacles that must be overcome." Max leant forward, pressing his lips against Tyson's. "We'll work it out. Wait and see."
"Yeah." Tyson shivered as Max's fingers worked in up under his shirt, trailing over the bare skin. "Just wish it would work out sooner rather than later."
"Mm." Max kissed him again, the awkwardness no longer present, the inexperience of the first few times long gone. "I wish things were different."
Tyson swallowed, kissing him back. "You'd better stop it, Max."
Max smiled faintly, letting his other hand glide up Tyson's thigh, feeling him jump. "Stop what?"
Tyson groaned, pushing the elder back onto the bed, kissing him furiously. Max giggled, shifting beneath him and tugging at his jacket. Tyson pulled it off, Max's fingers sliding back up under his shirt as Tyson's lips traced a path over his neck, his own fingers pulling Max's hair free of its tie.
Max moaned softly as Tyson found the sensitive spot on his neck, sucking gently and causing Max to squirm. Max pulled Tyson's own hair free, running his fingers through the dark navy strands. "God I want you."
Tyson didn't answer, running his tongue over the spot on Max's neck, causing the elder boy to arch his head back. Tyson's loins burned, aching for release that he knew he could not grant, and as he shifted he felt Max's own erection as it brushed against his leg.
It wasn't fair. For four months they had played this game. For four months they had been forced to suppress their urges, their passion. And with each passing day the frustration and longing increased, but they knew there was nothing they could do. Not while Kenny was still around.
Max was breathing hard, eyes squeezed closed as he concentrated on the movements of Tyson's mouth on his neck. He longed to feel those lips closed around him, drinking his seed as he erupted, but he knew that they couldn't.
"We've got to stop," Max whispered softly. "Before we can't stop."
Tyson nodded, kissing Max's neck before pressing his lips to the others one last time, sitting up. "I wish we could do more."
"Me too." Max glanced at the clock. "Better head back to your room. Better get unpacked before we've gotta eat."
"Yeah." Tyson scooped up his jacket and hair-tie, sliding from the bed. "Love you."
"I love you too, Ty." Max watched him move toward the doorway. "Watch out for Kenny."
"I always do, Maxxy." Tyson glanced back at him and smiled as Max threw him a kiss, returning it before disappearing out the door.
As soon as he was gone Max lay back on the bed, staring at the roof. He longed to take their relationship one step further. He himself had been ready to do that for almost a month now, but Kenny rarely left the apartment without them. And if Kenny was a homophobic, they risked becoming targets of his scorn, meaning they could lose one of the best friends they ever had.
Sighing, Max slid from the bed, wincing as he felt the tightness in his lower region. He stepped across the room, locking the door before turning and exploring the room adjoining his, smiling as he found the en suite. Grabbing some fresh clothes he located a towel, moving toward the bathroom.
Time for a nice, cold shower.
Kenny comes first. Kinda sad really.