Mad Maxed

CHAPTER 11

Goose had been right. What he needed most was a good night’s sleep, and after the hand job from Max, he finally had the first one he’d had in longer than he could remember. He slept so soundly and well that he didn’t even hear when the lock was jimmied on his outside door and a figure walked into his bedroom.

The figure stood over his face at the head of the bed and unzipped its pants. That was what Goose heard; he heard the unmistakable zip, and his hand flew out with a gun pressed right into the groin.

“FUCK GOOSE!” Max shouted in surprise, but forced himself not to move and accidentally set the finger on the trigger off.

“AW SHIT MAX!” he shouted back, put the gun down and laid back heavily on the bed. After the restful sleep he had gotten, he was able to lie on his back for short periods of time before the pain became too bad again. “Scared the fuck outta me! Coulda killed ya! Why didn’t ya knock?”

“What?” Max asked, as that ‘look’ came into his eye. “I gotta knock now? Never did before.”

Actually, the night before was the first time Max had been in Goose’s house since the motel incident. He had taken to refusing every offer to come in and hang out like he had used to and had only been willing to pick up and drop Goose off at his house all those months their new relationship was forming.

“No, no. ‘Course not,” Goose hurried to protest. “You can come and go whenever ya want, Max. Just like always. Just the first time you broke in, is all. Startled me.”

“That’s not all I’m gonna do,” Max grinned and finished unzipping his pants and pushing them down.

- OH SHIT! - Goose thought at seeing the object that had caused him so much pain. - He can’t be wanting my ass yet! Need at least another day to heal enough! –

The horror must’ve shown on his face, as Max pointedly rolled his eyes at Goose for thinking that he could possibly be THAT stupid and then snapped out, “Don’t move.”

Goose didn’t move. He watched as his own arousal rushed through him, causing the bed sheet to stick straight up in the air over his groin at seeing Max stroke himself over him.

With one hand Max pulled the sheet down then spoke another command. “Do it.”

“Yes Sir!” Goose barked, and before they knew it they were both gasping in completion, as Goose came on himself and Max deliberately came all over Goose’s face.

The man loved it. His mouth opened eagerly and his tongue came out, not touching but catching every drop that landed on it while relishing the warm feel of Max’s essence around the rest of his face.

Breathing heavily with satisfaction, Max finished, reached down and scooped some of Goose’s own onto his fingers to run them through his that was shining on Goose’s face. When his two fingers were covered with both, he pressed them arouooseoose’s lips, feeling the softness of them for the first time in that way, and then moved them over the seeking tongue and into the warm mouth.

Goose moaned and sucked on their combined essence, licking and stroking it off Max’s fingers with his tongue and lips as Max’s mouth opened at such an erotic feeling that he had never even thought of trying for with a woman. For some reason, the sight of their cum splashed upon the man’s body had just made him naturally want to do it to Goose, and he wondered at what other feelings he was going to experience with the man. He was already thinking about all kinds of things he would put in Goose’s heavenly mouth soon, not to mention that ass of his as soon as it healed.

Max was planning on filling Goose up in so many ways and so often that he couldn’t WAIT to get his hands on what Goose had hidden for ….. stuff in that drawer of his, and he even wondered if he should pick up a catalog in the city so that they could go through it together and make choices for more …. stuff. Max Rockatansky was beginning to feel like a child in a toy store at all the possibilities he was facing with this man who excited him like no other.

But first he had to take care of him, make sure he was good and ready before anything more happened, and because he was beginning to feel arousal all over again tightening his groin at what Goose was doing to his fingers, he pulled them out of his mouth with a smirk and tucked himself back in his pants.

“Here.” He tossed him the box of tissues. “Clean yourself. I’m gonna fill the tub.”

“Tub?” Goose asked in surprise.

“You don’t want a bath?” Max shot back with a cock of his eyebrow.

“No, no! I do, Max! Anything you want! Anything!” - Well, except for my ass. But soon, very soon. -

“Good, then shut up and wait there before I gag ya for questioning me.”

Goose beamed.

A few minutes later, Max walked him into the bathtub. Goose was still mighty sore, although the pain was much less in the intense burning way than it had been the night before. A warm bath would help soothe his muscles, and with Max soaping him all over this time, not afraid to put his hands beneath the water like he had in Fifi’s apartment, Goose was soon sighing with pleasure and luxuriating in the nicest bath he had ever had.

Max did everything, his body, his hair, his face; he didn’t let Goose lift a finger, and when the water finally cooled and he ordered Goose out, it was inspection time.

With a soft towel, Max walked around and knelt besides Goose’s standing body and carefully dried him everywhere, looking for bruises and marks he had left on the man during their fight in the shower. There were a lot, and some looked pretty nasty, but nothing looked like it wouldn’t heal on it’s own, and when he was satisfied that Goose was both dry and well, outer body-wise at least, he moved to the last area that needed to be checked.

“Knees. Ass over the tub,” he ordered.

Goose dropped without question and presented his backside, laying his hardened groin on top of the tub side.

“Spread yourself.”

The cheeks spread wide, Max pulled the cream out of his pocket, and he worked it just like he had the previous night. That time, however, he noticed how Goose was thrusting a bit against the tub, especially when his finger hit a certain spot inside.

“Right there?” Max asked and flicked the prostate with the tip of his finger.

“Oh yes, Sir!” Goose cried and pushed back on the finger for more.

Max had always known, although not from personal experience, that it was a pleasure spot for men, but he was only just beginning to understand why so many men wanted to bottom like Goose at seeing how his sub reacted to contact in that special spot.

It even made him wonder if he was missing out on something, but the idea of a man’s cock inside him really did make him feel ill, although he was beginning to think that a finger or a tongue might be something he would eventually allow. It was at least something to consider, he was sure Goose would be happy to do it to him, and he almost laughed at himself for never having let a girl touch him down there like a few had offered in the past, as he had been convinced that it would have meant that he was gay.

“Do it,” Max next ordered, as he continued teasing the prostate with his cream slathered finger and his other hand whipped out his own length.

Goose released his ass cheeks and grabbed himself with one hansingsing his other to balance himself better while he continued pushing back as hard as he could to feel that finger plunging in and out of him. It had been soooooo very long since he had enjoyed being fucked in that way, and any pain he may have felt left over from the night before was diminished in the joy he was experiencing.

It wasn’t long before they were both shouting and shooting, Goose all over the side of the tub and Max all over his back and ass.

“Well,” Max gasped and sat down on the toilet as he washed his finger off and then pulled his pants up. “I could use a fucking nap now.”

“Me too,” Goose laughed and wiped off the tub and as much of it off his back and ass as he could. “But I really gotta get to work.”

“Yeah, I know,” Max nodded and wiped some of his cum off Goose’s back where the man hadn’t been able to reach well. “Get dressed and we’ll head. You need any help getting dressed?”

“No, but thanks. I really am fine. Just give me another day or two and I’ll be fine everywhere.”

Max just smiled and nodded again. He could think of other things to do until then.

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Unfortunately, things didn’t work out like he planned.

“ROCKATANSKY” came the bellow from Fifi’s office the moment he heard the man was in the building.

“Wait here,” Max told Goose and started across the room, noting that everyone was staring at him warily. News must have traveled fast.

“No, please,” Goose called out, beseeching Max with his eyes. He knew it had to be in connection to what had happened with Johnson and Davidson, and he didn’t want Max to have to face the consequences alone.

“Fine,” Max muttered and turned back towards the office, followed by Goose.

Moments later ……

“YOU SON OF A BITCH!” Fifi came right down on Max. “ONE OF MY BEST MEN IS IN THE HOSPITAL CUZ OF YOU!”

“Better than the ground,” Max grunted, holding his commander’s eyes fearlessly.

“IT AIN’T FUCKING FUNNY! YOU ALMOST KILLED HIM!”

“Well, I didn’t, so slap a fine on me or something cuz I’m ready to hit the road.”

“I don’t think so. You’re fucking grounded.”

“WHAT?” Max blustered as Goose winced and took a step back. Grounding Max, a man who LIVED for the road, was like wading into a lake full of crocs.

“Listen to me, Rockatansky,” Fifi growled down at him. “You need a fucking vacation. Can’t remember the last time you took a couple days off. So this is it, take a vacation right now and you’ll still have your job when you get back.”

“Fifi,” Goose spoke up before Max could. “Did Davidson tell you what he and Johnson were doing in the shower with me? The fucker deserved it. Wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

Fifi sighed and looked at Goose. “Yeah, Davidson came clean with me. But it doesn’t change the fact that I’m down a good cop now. Johnson woke up just long enough to tell Davidson he quit before he went under again. Doctors don’t know how long he’ll be laid up in the hospital. But even if he fully recuperates, he ain’t coming back. I lost a strong cop that the road needs because of this explosive bastard right here.”

“Then you need me even more now,” Max snapped up at Fifi. “I’ll take Johnson’s shifts along with mine until you find a replace. I . I can handle it.”

Fifi struggled to contain his temper. He wanted to strangle Max, but other than his much larger weight and height, he didn’t think he’d have any true advantage in a physical confrontation. “No,” he seethed. “I want you gone. I don’t want to even see your fucking face around the community. The schedule is MY problem, and you’re off it for two weeks starting right now.”

Max thought about it. The options weren’t good. He could continue to fight Fifi until he was fired, unlikely to happen but always a possibility. He could take the vacation and hate every minute of it, or he could quit. None of them were to his liking. Only one thing put a silver lining on the dark cloud.

“Fine, but Goose is coming with me or I’m not coming back.”

The large man heaved a heavy sigh and did his own thinking for a moment. That would mean he’d be down THREE men, but with some major schedule juggling, he was fairly sure he could handle it for only two weeks.

“Ya gotta deal, Rockatansky. Goose,” he said, turning to him. “See you in two weeks too.”

“Ummmm,” Goose started and stared at the floor, as his feet began to shift in a desire to run. “I can’t unless it’s a paid vacation.”

“Paid vacation?” Fifi shouted. – Is this ever gonna be over?! - “Ya know we don’t have the money in the budget for that! I can barely keep the cars on the road with the way you blokes run them into the ground!”

Max’s hand rubbed his face, and he turned back to Fifi. “Well, there ya have it. I ain’t leaving.”

“I think you should, Max,” Goose spoke barely above a whisper.

“WHAT?” Max couldn’t believe it. Goose was trying to get rid of him!

“Look, it’s just for a couple weeks,” the man hurried to speak. “I’d come but you know I can’t afford it.” He didn’t REALLY want Max to leave, but he didn’t want him to continue arguing with Fifi until someone lost the battle permanently. Saving Max’s job was more important to him than two weeks apart.

“I’ll …. I’ll give you some money,” Max offered. He could afford it. His parents had left him a tidy sum along with the beach house, and he had no siblings or other family to take care of. He had no one.

“I’m not a whore,” Goose couldn’t stop himself from snapping. As a teenager he had been on his own without family, and he had ended up selling his body a few times for rent money. It had shamed him so much that he had promised himself he’d never do it again once he had a real job. Being accepted into the academy had saved his life as far as Goose was concerned, and he never wanted to feel like a piece of sold meat again.

“Did I fucking say that? Did I call you a whore?”

“No, but it’s the way I’d feel.” The man was just trying to be honest, and he planned to explain it better to Max later in private.

“I GIVE UP!” Max shouted, his arms flying above his head in exasperation. “You can both fuck off for all I care!”

Explosive bastard again.

“Max!” Goose shouted after the man who was storming out of the office.

Fifi collapsed heavily in his chair, thankful it was over and that Max would be gone for a while. His best cop desperately needed a vacation, whether he wanted to take one or not, and he knew he had done the right thing by forcing the issue.

“Not now, Goose,” Max snarled over his shoulder. “Tell Fifi I’ll be back next month. I’m outta here.”

He left Goose standing in the yard rolling his eyes heavenward, wondering if he’d ever be able to tame the beast in his man.

(END CHAPTER 11)