-Part Two-

-yayyyy, here's part two! Just a purely fluffy scene with Brian and Max (getting it on) that I hope you'll like ;). As always, this was written for those Max/Brian fans out there; thank you for showing so much awesome support for my own OC's. Reviews=love. I thank you in advance for them :)

Enjoy!-

Max couldn't believe that finally, finally, he and Brian had found their way back to each other.

They were sprawled lazily on the couch together now, the TV screen casting a bluish glow over them and the walls. Max was becoming drunk with Brian's presence, as slowly and surely as falling asleep. They laughed softly at the funny moments of the show they were watching, and cuddled like two teenagers, Brian's head nestled in the curve of Max's shoulder. Max had an arm around Brian, keeping him close. The body heat they shared left him nearly breathless. They talked and dozed and shared drowsy kisses in the dark. Max never wanted it to end.

"You don't even know, do you?" Max asked quietly. He was studying Brian's face in the dim light.

Brian glanced at him in surprised puzzlement, amber eyes flashing in the dark. "Don't know what?" he asked.

Max reached up with his free hand and gently pushed the dark-chocolate curls off of Brian's forehead. It was like velvet to the touch. "How beautiful you are," he murmured.

Brian blushed an adorable shade of pink. "I don't know if I'm beautiful..."

"You're stunning," Max assured him. He tipped Brian's chin up with two fingers, until they were nose to nose. "And I can't believe you're mine."

Brian's eyes dropped from Max's gaze to his mouth. His lips parted seemingly on their own, as though he couldn't even control the way he wanted Max. Max leaned in ever so slightly, and his lower lip grazed Brian's. Brian sucked in a shaky breath. "Max," he breathed out, the name escaping in a barely-there whisper.

Max took it as permission to close the distance between them completely. Their mouths met and it was just like the first time, and the second, and the third: so soft and yet so electric. Little tingles raced all over Max's body. He cupped Brian's face with a hand, deepening the kiss. Brian hummed low in his throat, leaning into Max's touch. It was like drowning in warm, dark water. Max couldn't get enough of it, of Brian.

Brian's hands fell on Max then, one curled into his neckline and the other pressed to his thigh. Max could feel the heat of Brian's palm searing his skin through his thin pj bottoms and a little gasp escaped him. He almost lost himself then. He grabbed Brian by the shoulders, pushing him down into the couch cushions and holding himself over him. Brian's quick intake of breath was the only sign that he was caught off-guard. Their kissing became more greedy then, desperate. Max could barely breathe, but he didn't care. Their bodies brushed together and sent little sparks all along his skin. He had one hand gripping the front of Brian's shirt, pulling upward, when Brian broke the kiss.

"Max, w—wait," he stuttered. He sounded breathless and unsteady, much to Max's delight. The dark-haired boy gazed up at him through half-closed eyes. "We have to wake up early for work tomorrow, you know. And we haven't...ever done...THAT... before..."

Max lifted a brow at that one, his lips beginning to turn up in a smirk. "Why, Brian, I don't think I know what you're talking about," he replied, feigning innocence.

"Oh, shut up, you know exactly what I mean," Brian huffed in return. "I'm just saying... It's true that we DO have to be at Starstruck early tomorrow. Maybe we should wait."

Max groaned in frustration and bent to nuzzle Brian's neck. "I don't wanna wait," he whispered.

Brian instinctively tilted his head to give Max more access to his neck. "Max..." His voice was ragged, caught between desire and scolding.

"I've already waited so long," Max murmured. He trailed his nose up the side of Brian's neck, marveling at the sleek, curving skin. "I've waited five years to be with you again. And now you're trying to say I can't even touch you," he added playfully.

Brian smiled slightly. "You're already touching me," he pointed out quietly, watching the way Max's fingertips toyed with the hem of his shirt, the way Max left little kisses on Brian's throat.

"Not the way I want to," Max mumbled into Brian's skin. He wanted all of Brian, wanted to feel every inch of his skin and memorize it again and again. Maybe he was being selfish, or maybe even foolish for wanting it so badly. But he did. He was horribly, utterly in love.

Brian swallowed as Max's words sank in. Then he slowly tangled his fingers into Max's auburn hair, lifting his head so their gazes could meet. Carefully, as though tracing a precious gem, he slid his fingers along the line of Max's neck, down to his collarbone, then his chest. Max could feel the pressure of every finger through his T-shirt and he let out a soft whine. Brian snagged his bottom lip with his teeth, thinking. Then he took a breath. "Okay."

Max stared at him. "What?"

"I said, okay, Max," Brian chuckled. He leaned up on one elbow, bringing his face close to Max's; his lips grazed the redhead's cheek first, then rested on his ear. "Make love to me," he whispered, breath hot on Max's skin.

Max's entire body trembled at both the sensation and the words themselves. He'd dreamed of this moment so many times, but nothing came close to this. He didn't give Brian another chance to speak. He had his hands slipping under Brian's thighs, lifting him up off the couch at the same time he began to stand up. Their mouths locked together, burning and gasping and needy. Max wrapped Brian's legs around his waist as he staggered to a standing position. Brian's hands where just...EVERYWHERE; they raked through Max's hair, seared Max's neck, dug nails into his back. Max couldn't think straight.

He managed to back up a few steps toward the back hallway, but then Brian started kissing a path along his jaw. He reached the place just beneath Max's ear and lingered there. He bit down gently and Max moaned. His back met a wall and he stayed against it, unable to move. Dimly, he knew Brian was standing now, that Brian's hands were skimming down his arms, but his mind was a foggy mess. Then Brian was peeling Max's shirt up his torso, over his shoulders, and off. "Brian," Max managed in surprise, because Brian had always been too shy to start taking Max's clothes off first.

Brian flashed a brief smirk at Max's voice. Then his fingers gripped Max's wrists, and he pinned them to either side of Max's head. He left a kiss on Max's lower lip, teasing it with his tongue. When Max leaned forward for more though, Brian pulled back. There was nothing but wicked mischief in his eyes. Max growled in frustration. "Dammit, Brian."

Brian chuckled lowly and finally kissed Max, deep and long. He angled his head to get closer, taking full control of this kiss. It was bold, a statement sealed on Max's mouth: he was Brian's, and Brian was his. The effects of such a kiss left Max gasping for air, aching for more. Brian let go his wrists for the short time it took to grab the bottom of his shirt and strip it off. Then he braced his forearms on the wall, on either side of Max's head, and kept him trapped.

Max could only stare at the tanned, silky skin rippling over the muscle in Brian's chest and stomach. God, he was so different from the lanky boy he'd been in high school. He looked sinfully beautiful, dark curls falling over his eyes, obscuring the honey-gold of his irises; his eyelids were half-lowered, the softness of his lips curving slightly, and his chest rose with every breath he took.

Max wilted and linked his hands at the back of Brian's neck. "I love you," he murmured.

Brian gave a little whimper, like the words went straight to his heart. He didn't speak, just kissed Max again. This time, it was him lifting Max up, looping the redhead's legs around his hips. He started down the hall that Max had been trying for earlier, guessing it led back to the bedroom. They'd only made it halfway down, blind and curled around each other, when he stopped. He broke the kiss with a sharp breath. "Which room?" he asked raggedly.

Max didn't stop kissing, searing the skin of Brian's neck with his mouth. "Last one," he mumbled. "On the right." He felt them start moving again. His teeth found the place between Brian's neck and shoulder, and he bit down. Brian's steps faltered as he whined in pleasure.

Brian had the shove the door open with his shoulder when he reached it. They stumbled deliriously into the darkened room. The moon-washed lines of a desk and chair, of the bed, all seemed to be a blur of silver and shadows. Max felt the cool mattress press against his back as Brian sank him down gently onto the bed. All he could hear was Brian's breaths, ragged in the dark. The other boy was on top of him then, holding the lean stretch of his body over Max's. There was a tiny moment of stillness. A mere centimeter of air separated their mouths, their chests, but their stomachs brushed and their legs twined together. Brian's gaze met Max's, amber eyes into brilliant green ones. Max found he'd forgotten how to breathe.

"Max," Brian whispered into the silence, "I love you."

Max felt tears prick his eyes at the words, the words he'd been waiting to hear for so long. Nothing ever came close to hearing Brian's voice form that sentence. "Just kiss me already," he managed, grabbing the back of Brian's neck and hauling their mouths together.

It wasn't like Max thought it would be; he thought he'd be nervous, even scared. He'd never done this with anyone, after all. But Brian was slow and sometimes-frustratingly tender. They kissed and kissed, hands finding clothing to peel off and exploring more skin. Max trembled when there was nothing else to separate them. They had found their way under the covers, the sheets falling around them. Brian was still on top, his nose brushing Max's as he held himself over him. He bent to press his lips to Max's and his fingers tightened on Max's hip. A surge of nerves made Max shudder. "Be gentle," he blurted out in a small voice, blushing in embarrassment.

Brian only smiled lovingly and cupped Max's face with one hand. "Of course, sweetheart," he murmured. "Whatever you want." He left a path of featherlight kisses down along Max's neck, reaching his shoulder and staying there. His breath exhaled harshly on Max's skin as he let himself slide into him for the first time.

A terrible sound of pleasure escaped Max's throat as he tipped his head back. His mind blanked as flames licked at his insides. Nothing had ever felt like this before. Brian pulled his hips back before rolling them forward into Max again, careful the entire time. Max whimpered again, clinging to Brian's shoulders. He knew his nails were digging into Brian's skin, but he couldn't loosen his grip. His body relaxed against the mattress and he let Brian take the lead.

And Brian set an agonizingly slow pace, torturous and addictive at the same time. Every grinding movement of his hips sent waves of ecstasy into Max's body. He wasn't thinking. He heard Brian moan out his name, felt the other boy tense above him. Max was seeing stars. He felt it when Brian rocked his hips into him especially hard and he threw his head back when he groaned. It had to be the most fantastic feeling he'd ever experienced.

They fell onto the mattress at the same time, exhaustion dragging at them. The only sound in the room was their shaky gasps and the thud of heartbeats. Brian's head was on the pillow beside Max's, his body half sprawled across the other boy's. Their legs were still tangled at the ankles, one of Brian's hands at Max's stomach, the other tucked under the pillow. Max turned his head, nuzzling the curls draping across Brian's forehead. His lips turned up at the corners. "Guess you're not so worried about waking up for work now," he mumbled.

Brian let out a laugh. "Shut up." He snuggled closer to his boyfriend, sliding his fingers up Max's chest. Nosing into the crook of Max's neck, he rested his head there contentedly.

Max laid there for a few more moments, as sleep threatened to overtake them. His eyelids drooped, but before they closed, he murmured, "Brian?"

"Hmm?"

"Say you're mine?" Max looked at him questioningly, his heart filling with light in his chest.

Brian grinned fondly, his eyes already closed. "I'm yours. Always."