Happy Birthday Davey

David was a pervert, there was no hiding that fact. But he was Max's pervert, who gave him a place to stay, his own room, his own phone, and all the attention a misanthropic gremlin like him needed.

Which wasn't a lot, but when he wanted it, the attention was there.

But Max would never let it be said that he was ungrateful. If anything, David was the perfect adult he could've had taken him in. David was kind, pacifistic, and overwhelmingly easy to manipulate.

Once upon a time, Max would've used those weaknesses to get anything and everything he wanted and keep David in line with threats of going to the police or running away. But not now, not after everything they'd gone through to carve out a place in the world for themselves.

Instead, Max only used light manipulations, little teases or hints here and there, nothing malicious, but a well-placed smirk, a hug that lingered for a few seconds longer than normal, or the allusion to Max's nakedness. Simple things and David was like putty in Max's hands.

But Max knew the limits, and while he liked getting his way, he never went so far as to make David stress or worry. Not anymore, at least. Max knew that David, his David, deserved better.

Speaking of deserving better, David's twenty-sixth birthday was upon them, his first one with them together, and Max knew he wanted to do something special for it. Something he knew David had wanted for a long time, but never dared to push for.

But that alone wouldn't do. With the little bit of money Max had – earned from doing odd jobs around the apartment complex and letting the other pervert down the street take a picture of him – he went out and bought a few things while David worked.

At home, he set up the handful of decorations, put the candles on the small cake, and laid out the few envelopes that had arrived over the days. Max had been sure to intercept the mail and grab them all before David could see. A bit mean in the moment, letting David think everyone forgot, but it'd be worth it to see the look on his face when he got home and saw them all.

There was one from Max, obviously, but also Gwen, Neil, Ered, Preston, Harrison, Nerris, Dolph, and even Campbell. Max didn't know if Nikki, Nurf or Space Kid could even write, so he didn't think they'd send cards. That, or they just hadn't arrived yet. The former was funnier, so Max decided that was the truth.

After that, though, Max made sure to finish his homework, which David himself had set as part of their homeschooling curriculum. That was a gift in and of itself.

Finally, though, it was time to prepare David's gift. Standing in front of a mirror, Max stripped. Naked. Everything but his socks. He looked himself up and down, his little cock barely hanging over his tight nuts.

He wondered what the hell David saw in him before the man's words echoed through his head.

"The first step to loving others, Max, is loving yourself!"

Quite the statement from a self-loathing child-lover, Max thought. He knew David was a hypocrite in the area of self-love, but he'd be lying if the words didn't help. Just a little.

In any case, just as David tried to show Max how to love himself, Max wanted to do the same for David. Yeah, he might be a pervert who got hard whenever Max showed even the littlest bit of skin, but that didn't make him a bad person. David knew what he was, and so did Max. And what Max knew was that David was kind, selfless, and loving.

Anything after that just didn't matter, not as far as Max was concerned.

And in an effort to try and love himself, Max flexed his arms in the mirror, puffed his chest and glared, daring himself to say he was ugly again. He placed his fists on his hips, turned, and looked at his ass.

Again, he couldn't see anything special, but Lord Jesus Christ, David would drop nearly everything and do anything if Max so much as slipped his underwear down an inch.

It was a great way to get extra dessert.

Max smirked as he recalled one night a couple of weeks ago. He really didn't want to go to bed, he wanted to stay up and watch an MMA fight on his phone. David had tried to insist that he go to bed, so, while on the couch, Max threw himself over David's lap and told the man he could spank him if he wanted to, but Max was going to watch that match.

David had gone silent, his cock stirring and poking Max's stomach. Max didn't care, he just got the pre-fight interview up on his phone as David froze like a deer in headlights.

The match was just about to start when David had gotten it in him to say a single word.

"Max, I,—"

"Oh yeah, spankings are meant to be bare, aren't they. You should really pull down my underwear first, you know." Max had smirked, knowing that he'd just stunned David for another while yet.

"I-I suppose so," David had eventually stuttered. He'd hooked his fingers into Max's underwear, thought and trembled for a few minutes, before finally gathering the courage to pull them down. Just enough for Max's caramel cheeks to pop into view, but it was enough for Max to feel the man's member pulse against his stomach.

Max didn't quite remember exactly when they'd agreed to a spanking, but he'd gotten in David's head enough to make him think it was his own idea, and that the cheeks before him were there to be smacked.

David didn't have it in him to actually spank Max, though. He only got to the point of placing his clammy palm on the boy's naked cheeks, feeling their warm, plump softness, gently pressing them and squeezing them until the hours turned wee and his cock ached under Max's body.

Max had been rubbing his eyes by the time the match had finished, and his underwear had migrated all the way to his ankles. David had barely moved an inch.

"Great spanking, Davey," Max had said, shifting himself up from David's lap. His underwear had happened to slip off, leaving him as naked as he was now, just in socks. Though he made sure to keep his back to David.

When he stretched his arms above his head, though, Max had noticed a sticky spot on his hip, right where David's cock had been prodding him. He'd looked over his shoulder and smirked at the man, looking right down at the sticky wet patch on his crotch. David had gone completely red and pressed a cushion to his lap, unable to look Max in the eye.

"We should do it again sometime," Max had teased with a wink and a slap to his own ass, walking away with the air of victory.

Even now, Max's chest swelled with pride and excitement at what he'd done. Before, David had only ever looked, trying to be coy when Max was being blatant. Max often left the bathroom door and his bedroom door open when he was getting changed, knowing David would be around. He would sometimes wear loose boxers that would hang off his hips to breakfast, teasing the man, tempting him to want more.

That "spanking" was the first big step he'd made to letting David know it was okay to perv on him. Tonight, David's birthday, would be Max screaming it in his face with a megaphone.

With his reminiscing done, and his confidence built up, Max made his way to the kitchen and climbed up onto the table. He donned two party hats, one on his head, as was tradition, and the other down in front of his cock. He giggled to himself, his chest bubbly as he took his proper position, legs spread on either side of the cake, the dessert mere inches away from his boyhood.

The wait wasn't long. The front door clicked open. David's declaration of "I'm home" filled the halls, but Max didn't reply. He just sat there, a smirk painted wide on his face, his little dick twitching under the hat.

"Max? You okay, buddy—" David stood stock-still the instant he walked into the kitchen. Eyes wide, mouth dry, bag dropped.

"Happy birthday, Davey!" Max shouted, curling his toes as the man took in the scene.

"Max," David stuttered, his eyes going up and down, not sure what to take in first; the fact that Max remembered his birthday, or that he was butt-naked on the kitchen table.

"Well come on then, I need to sing you happy birthday." Max struck a match and lit the "26" candles on the cake.

Wordlessly, David made his way over to the table and sat down in the chair right in front of Max and the cake.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Davey! Happy birthday to you! Hip-hip! Hooray!"

David leaned in and blew out the candles, small tears in his eyes as he rose again, this time looking Max right in the eye.

"Did you make a wish?" Max asked as he brought his hands up to rest on David's shoulders. David nodded, trembling in every limb.

"I—"

"Shh! Don't say it, or it won't come true." Max smirked, leaned in, and pressed his lips against David's. David gripped the table, his member painfully hard in his shorts. Max kept them pressed together until the smell of burnt candle wax disappeared.

David had to pull off just to get a breath, his chest heaving, his face flushed, his shorts tented. Max cupped his cheeks, looked him right in the eye, and kissed him again.

"Let's stop being stupid, David. You want me, I want you, so let's stop stepping around the fucking issue and just get together already."

"But, Max, you're—"

"What? Just a kid? Yeah, but that's not a problem, because you like kids, right? And I like you. Some-fucking-how." His smirk softened into a smile. "And…noone else will love either of us for who we are, so let's just fucking love each other, alright?"

David looked at Max, the tears in his eyes now big and ready to drop. His lip trembled, words escaping him.

"I get it, words are hard, Davey, so show me your answer instead. If you wanna go through with it, yank this stupid party hat off my dick. You wanna say no, then step back so I can go put some fucking clothes on."

David's eyes went wide, and he looked down at Max's crotch, noticing the hat for the first time. He couldn't help but giggle.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I just had one spare and thought it'd be funny," Max lied, having planned to have the hat there since the very beginning. The boy leaned back on his elbows, waiting for the reply. And even though his face was relaxed, his little heart pounded in his chest, hoping he hadn't gone too far.

Then David stood tall, eyes meeting Max's as he reached down, grabbed the paper party hat and ripped it away, leaving Max completely and utterly exposed to him, the hairless little prick hidden underneath standing at full attention.

"Fuck yeah." Max scrambled to stand on the table, cupped David's cheeks and pulled him in for another kiss. This time, David's sturdy hands went to his hips, fingers glancing against his ass as they made out.

"Oh Max, I love you so much," David said before pressing his lips to Max's neck.

"I, uh, I love you too, Davey," Max replied, somewhat shocked, but not disappointed, by David's sudden and extreme enthusiasm.

David moved his hands under Max's thighs, lifted him, and held him close. Max wrapped his arms and legs around the man, his cocklet prodding hard into his stomach. He bucked, his bare-naked writhing against David's.

"Max?" David asked when the boy squirmed against him. He let his grip loosen and let Max stand on his own. Immediately, the boy started to undo David's shorts. David's heart pounded even harder in his chest. His hands tightened to anxious fists as Max pulled his shorts and underwear down.

David went scarlet when Max smirked up at him, the naked boy taking his manhood in his hand and slowly stroking it.

"M-Max," David mewled, his knees trembling.

"Yeah, Davey?" Max squeezed the man's tip, feeling his precum smear all over his palm.

"I, oh, I—" David stuttered and gasped as Max squeezed his tip and stroked his shaft at the same time. He clapped a hand over his mouth as his knees gave out.

Max put his hands on David's neck and held him steady as he pressed their lips together again. Even on his knees, David was still taller than him.

"Hope you like your birthday present, Davey," Max whispered. He pulled away and turned, presenting his bare ass to David. He peered over his shoulder to look at David as he gawked at his naked cheeks. Max shook his hips. His stiff cock wagged, and his ass jiggled. David couldn't help but reach out and caress.

"You like my boy butt, Davey?" Max teased, bending over and shaking his asset from side to side. "You like touching my naked ass?"

"Y-yes, Max, I do," David confessed, his fingers quivering as they traced down over Max's cheeks.

"You wanna fuck, it, don't you?" Max reached back and pulled a cheek aside, showing David his hole. "You wanna fuck it real good."

"Max, I, um, I—"

"But you're too big for that, aren't you, Davey? You'd probably rip me in two, and not in the fun way, right?" Max arched his back and stretched his arms above his head, plumping his cheeks for David.

"So, let's do something else." Max walked backwards into David, feeling his cock prod his bare cheeks. Even so, he reversed until his naked body was pressed right up against David's.

David's member stuck out from between Max's thighs, hot and firm and leaking. His shaft nestled up against Max's tiny little balls, his boyhood dwarfed and shamed by David's. But Max didn't care about that, he was just a kid, after all.

Max pressed his thighs together, closing around David's shaft, and reached down to play with his tip again.

"Max!" David gasped, barely able to keep himself from rolling his hips and thrusting his member in and out of Max's tight warmth.

Max, in answer to that, bucked himself forward. David gasped as he felt his manhood smothered by Max. The boy's hand stayed on his tip, squeezing it with each movement.

"It's almost like we're fucking, right?" Max asked as he tugged on David's neckerchief.

David was flummoxed for words, his hands moving around Max's naked body, one settling on his tummy and the other on his hip. He pressed his nose into Max's black curls as a hot tightness took hold in the pit of his stomach. He pulled his cock back from between Max's thighs and thrust it back between them!

The clap sounded through their humble home and David felt almost close to exploding already. So long had he pictured Max where his own hand had been, and now they were.

"That's it, Davey," Max encouraged, his hand coming down to pump his own little cock as David's shaft pressed up against his taint and balls. "You can go faster! Picture yourself fucking into my little ass."

David whimpered, holding Max tight as he let his hips do as they were told, and started to hump and fuck between his boy's thighs. Max kept his hand wrapped around his tip too, squeezing and pleasing it with each fuck, almost as if he were actually plunging into the tight folds of the boy's ass.

"Max! Max! Oh, Max!" David panted and moaned as he felt that coil in his gut twist and turn, his cock pulsing and convulsing and he clapped his hips into Max's ass over and over. "Max! I love you!" he declared as he held the naked boy as close as possible, his manhood spewing ropes of pent-up cum! He coated Max's hand, glazed his thighs, and left a mess on the floor.

"That's a good Davey," Max said, reaching up and petting David's cheek with his cum-drenched hand. "Now it's my turn." With that, he turned, grabbed onto David's hair with both hands and pulled him down until he was on his hands and knees.

Max pressed his little cock against David's lips, forcing it in. David quickly got over the initial shock and tightened his lips around the boy's shaft, his tongue pressing up and lapping at his tip.

"Oh, fuck," Max cursed, his hips doing as David's had done and bucking at a pace unlike anything he'd done before. David's hands trailed up the back of Max's legs, cupped his bare ass and helped him fuck even faster into David's mouth.

"Oh shit! Fuck! David!" Max's chest heaved and his little body tremored in ecstasy as he felt his own spark of pleasure shatter. All the way from the tip of his cocklet to the ends of his toes. He curled and tightened in on himself, holding his breath as he humped the dregs of euphoria into David's mouth.

Max stopped when he couldn't get any more pleasure and stumbled back. He would've clattered to the floor had David not caught him. His big, strong hands held Max, keeping him away from hurt and harm.

"Thank you, Max, for the best birthday ever," David said, voice barely above a whisper. He hugged Max into his chest, took in his sweet scent, and let a couple of tears fall.

"Yeah, well…" Max tried to think of something snarky to say back. "You're welcome. Happy birthday, Davey." And he failed to do so.