Chapter 2:

Max's POV:

Fang, Fang, fucking Fang.

I couldn't stop thinking about him.

We finally had sex, and now I was sick.

I can't even get near him, much less turn him on.

I'm a sniveling mess and every time I try to be sexy, I sneeze and get snot everywhere.

It pisses me off.

I've been sick for a few weeks and I'm so tired of it, I want Fang so bad my lips ache to feel his.

Who gets sick for weeks? This didn't feel like a normal cold to be honest.

So, I was lying in bed on Fang's and Nudge's orders, trying to go to sleep.

It was only four, I wanted to do something besides sleep, but it seemed every time I tried to sneak out, Fang caught me.

He was lurking outside my room like some weird stalker.

"Max, do you need anything?" I heard Gasman say behind the door.

"Could you get me some water, Gazzy?" I asked, my voice hoarse from my sore throat.

"Sure!" I heard his footsteps retreat, so I sat up and coughed, spitting out the disgusting phlegm into the garbage by my bed.

After a few moments, there was a knock and the Gasman came in with a cup of water.

I slid to the edge of the bed, and Gazzy quickened his pace, "Wait, Nudge said you shouldn't get up-" The boy tripped on his own feet and he fell, throwing the water on me.

"Ah, Gazzy!" I said, exasperated.

"Are you alright?" I said, standing up and helping the younger boy up.

"I'm fine, really Max! You should get back in bed!" He said, looking up at me.

"I'm alright, I need to put on a fresh shirt, you got water all over me," I said, ruffling his hair roughly.

He scowled at me, but his look became apologetic, "Sorry, do you want more?"

"No, it's alright. I'll just put on a new shirt and get back in bed," I said to him, pushing him towards the door.

I sniffed and once he was gone, I grabbed a shirt and went to the bathroom to dry myself off.

How could he be so clumsy? He makes bombs, but he can't even walk straight.

"What're you doing?" I heard a familiar voice.

I turned to see Fang leaning in his bedroom door frame.

"Gasman spilled water all over me, I'm just drying myself off," I said, entering the bathroom.

Fang, of course, followed me.

"Do you need something?" I asked, pulling a towel of the rack and drying off my skin that wasn't under my shirt.

I felt Fang's arms wrap around me from behind and he buried his head in my neck.

"What are you doing, get off of me, you weirdo," I said, struggling in his grip.

"I don't think I can hold myself back anymore when you look like this," He said, looking at my reflection in the mirror.

I followed his gaze and realized the shirt I was wearing was now see-through from the water.

And I wasn't wearing a bra, that was for sure.

"Ah, I was just talking to Gazzy! What if he saw?!" I said, my cheeks turning red from embarrassment.

"I don't care Max, I've been holding myself back because you were sick, but damn you take forever to get better."

"What are you talking about?"

Fang sighed and his hands reached up, cupping my breasts.

"You know what I'm talking about, Max. I want to make love to you," He said bluntly.

"Don't, I'll get you sick," I said, and to non-purposely prove the point, I sneezed.

"I don't care," He said, kissing down my neck.

In one swift movement, Fang pushed me out into the hallway.

I looked over at him with an annoyed expression.

"C'mon," He took my hand and half-dragged me into my bedroom.

Once my door was closed and locked, Fang's lips were on mine immediately.

"Fang, we're not alone, the kids are right downstairs. They could hear us," I gasped out as he moved us backwards towards the bed.

"Then you better be quiet," He said in between kisses, biting on my lip gently.

He finally pushed me down onto the bed, and he hovered over me with a weird glint in his eyes.

He lowered his body till we were boring into each other, and his lips graced mine again.

"Christ, I can feel your boner through your jeans," I complained.

Fang pulled away and I noticed his face was red.

When was Fang's face ever red?

His skin was always porcelain and flawless.

Was I seeing another side of Fang?

His eyes were dilated and he had a heated expression that made me tremble.

Fang slid his hands under my damp shirt and he pulled it off of me.

His mouth went down to my breast immediately, as he suckled and teased my nipples.

I arched my back and reached my hands up to his head, tangling my fingers in his hair.

I pushed him farther into my chest, enjoying the sensations on Fang on me.

"Fang, be careful, that- that hurts!" I squeaked as he bit on my sensitive bud.

I knocked him softly in the back of the head, and he pulled back to look at me.

"Max, would it be alright if you- well, uh-" Fang stumbled over his words, and he looked adorable.

And then it dawned on me what he wanted.

"Fine, whatever," I said, sitting up.

Fang scrambled off of me, and he gave me his lopsided grin that made my heart race.

I reached out and unbuckled his belt and then unbuttoned his pants.

I yanked down his jeans and boxers at the same time, and I looked at his manhood.

I glanced up at his face, and I couldn't help but smile because his face was still red.

"I might accidentally bite your dick, so don't move around too much," I joked, putting my hand on his shaft.

I tested him out for a moment, running my hand up and down his dick for a few moments.

Fang was quivering now, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

You think sex would be more appealing to him.

Finally, I put my lips on the end of his cock, flicking my tongue against the tip..

"Don't tease me," Fang hissed.

"Don't be such a baby," I snapped.

I took his length in my mouth and swirled my tongue around his hardened member.

Fang shivered and he laced his fingers through my hair.

He pulled on my hair, urging me to go faster and harder.

I did what he wanted, sucking his dick.

I heard him let out a deep moan, and it made me a little satisfied.

Who the hell was loud now?

It only took a minute or so before Fang tightened his grip on my hair.

"I'm gonna-" He ground out, but he stopped short.

He ejaculated into my mouth.

I grimaced and closed my eyes, forcing myself to swallow it.

"Why did you swallow it! You didn't have too," Fang said, his voice alarmed.

I pulled my mouth away and fell back into the bed.

"You better fuck me hard for that," I said, looking up at him.

Fang raised his eyebrows, "I will, but not tonight."

I bolted up, grabbing him by his shirt.

"What do you mean?!" I snarled.

"I don't want to catch whatever you have. I just needed a little bit of you to last me until you get better."

"Your logic is really screwed up, you one-pump chump. I hope you get whatever I have," I said, letting him go.

Fang smiled at me, a sweet and loving smile that made me even more angry.

"Get out of my room, I'm angry at you, you douche."

"At least you're cute when you're pissed," He said, kissing my forehead.

My cheeks turned red as Fang pulled his pants on.

"You should probably lay down if you want to get better soon." He said before he left.