Mad Maxed

CHAPTER 13

“Don’t ever break into my house again,” he warned him, as he stepped into the dimly lit room. “I really coulda killed ya, Goose.”

“I won’t,” he promised. “I’ll call next time.”

“Good. Now, aren’t you going to welcome me back?”

Goose smiled so wide he thought his face would split open. He crawled across the bed and wrapped his arms around Max’s waist at the foot of the bed. Max had finally become his teddy bear, and the man was fairly comfortable with it too.

When he felt Max begin to pull away, he moved his head off his stomach, dropped his arms and looked up at him. “Did you have a nice vacation?”

“Yeah,” Max smiled wickedly. “Went clubbing in the city.”

“You ..... you did?” Goose’s eyes went wide, filled with both surprise that Max would go there and worry that he had been seduced.

“I did. Met some of your old boyfriends. Heard all about you.”

“Oh god, Max! Don’t believe any of it! I’m not into all that!”

Max laughed and ruffled the soft blond hair the way he had wanted to in the past but hadn’t quite been able to. “I know. But I did meet your first dom. He offered to trade me for you.”

“What did you tell him?” - Max would never trade me …. would he? Please god, don’t tell me I created a monster! -

Franken-Max shrugged nonchalantly. “Told him I haven’t finished test driving you yet, that I’d get back to him for a trade-in.”

“You fuck!” Goose shouted, not noticing the ht sht smirk on Max’s face, and shot out of the bed for the door, infuriated.

Max’s hand whipped out, grabbing tight to Goose’s arm, and pulled the man off balance. Stumbling, Goose fell into Max, who fell onto the bed, covered by Goose’s form sprawled on top of him.

“I ain’t being with no one else!” Goose shouted and tried to disentangle himself.

“Calm down, mate,” Max laughed, realizing the irony of telling his friend to calm when it was usually the other way around with them.

“What’s so fucking funny?” Goose snapped down at Max, although his body was still pressed on the man.

“You!” Max snorted. “I was only kidding. Didn’t expect ya to get so riled over it.”

“Well, what did you expect?” Goose protested indignantly. “I got nothing compared to some of those blokes in the city! How could ya NOT want to trade me to be with one oem?”em?”

“Goose,” Max said very quietly and rolled the man under him. “You’ve got EVERYthing I want. Wouldn’t trade ya for a million pretty boys on leashes.”

“Are you saying I’m not pretty?” Goose suddenly laughed, feeling better.

“Hell yeah. You’re butt ugly, but I may just put a leash on you anyways,” Max quipped and planted a light kiss on his nose.

Something new again.

Other than when Max had cried into his neck in the shower, it was the first time Goose had felt Max’s lips on him, a deliberate kiss, and it made him smile with pride. “I’d wear a cat’s bell collar for you.”

“I know,” Max grinned, thinking about the collar he was actually going to buy for Goose soon, a nice thick black leather one to fit tightly yet comfortably around his sub’s neck, engraved with a big M on it “But right now I don’t want ya wearing anything. Strip for me.”

“Yes Sir!” Goose shouted as Max moved to sit in a chair and watch. Having seen the men do it in the clubs, he couldn’t wait to see Goose perform.

The clothes came off slowly, piece by piece as Goose moved smoothly, seductively in the way he had been taught long ago. By the time he had everything off, Max was standing, rubbing himself a little over his boxers, and he looked down with approval at his sub, who was looking back up at him through lowered lids with the thickest most beautiful blond lashes Max had ever seen. – He IS beautiful! Can’t believe I never saw it before! –

“Get in bed,” Max ordered huskily. He couldn’t keep the lust out of his voice. He wanted Goose THAT bad.

Goose turned around slowly, crawled across the bed on his hands and knees and waited for further instructions. He was assuming that Max still wouldn’t be up to the intimacy of taking him in any other way. He was assuming wrong.

Max climbed onto the bed and ran his hands for the first time over the smooth buttocks that were high in the air, arching towards him. Both men shivered, even more so when Max ran his hands over the long back, down sculpted arms and then down each leg. It was as if Max really wanted to touch Goose finally. Get a feel for the body that was his to do with as he pleased. Bond with it.

With a slight push, Max expressed his desire for Goose to turn and lay on his back. Max wasn’t really interested in playing a game anymore. He wanted to be close to Goose, experience intimacy with a man he would die for in a minute. He was soaring on a whole new plane of life, and he wanted to experience so much more with the man beneath him.

“I missed you,” he purred into Goose’s neck, as he kissed and nibbled at the skin. Goose tasted so good he didn’t know how he could have waited so long.

“Missed you too,” Goose sighed and gasped when Max’s teeth began nipping at his ear, his tongue licking at it, teasing it, driving him to clench the sheets in his hands, still afraid to touch the man without permission.

The mouth moved to explore more, kissing, licking and biting lightly around Goose’s face, the other side of his neck and ear until Max had tasted and felt everything except for the lips, an act he wasn’t quite up for yet. He wanted intimacy, but actually kissing another man full on the lips was going to be the last step.

Again the mouth moved, further down to kiss at Goose’s chest, and one hand followed it, together tickling through the light dusting of golden hair and around the nipples until they peaked up hard at Max, inviting him to suckle.

Into his mouth he pulled one while he pinched quite firmly on the other, pulling one with his teeth and one with his fingers as he listened to Goose squeal and thrash, encouraging him to continue. “Max! Oh god! Harder! Harder!”

Goose was panting, his hips thrusting up at Max’s still covered ones, and Max suddenly sat up, not wanting Goose to lose total control but not wanting to actually tell him to stop. “What? What?” Goose cried at the sudden loss of body contact. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, Goose,” Max chuckled at seeing the man’s flushed face. He couldn’t believe how sensitive Goose’s body was. It was like a piece of art, an instrument, and Max loved being the only player on it, the only artist to shape and mold it to his ideal of perfection.

“Just getting ready,” he explained quietly, pushed a pillow under Goose and then pulling a tube of lubricant out of his bedside drawer. “Not taking any chances.”

Goose nodded, thankful that he wouldn’t have to stop Max and tell him himself now. Max had learned from his mistake, and Goose breathed an inner sigh of relief at that.

“Spread your legs.”

Max didn’t hesitate. The moment the man opened himself, holding his legs up and out in the air to give Max easy access, Max pushed a slicked finger against the muscle and carefully watched Goose’s face.

It was perfection, he thought. The further he pushed with that finger, the more emotion-filled Goose’s face became. And when a second finger joined the first, Max grinned proudly at Goose’s loud “OHHHHH!” that echoed through the house.

“You like two?” he asked.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Goose panted, bearing down on them.

“Want more?”

“Oh god yes, Max, more!”

The third finger slid in just as easily as the first two, Goose cried out again, and Max began stretching, pushing deeply, working the muscle in preparation of what was to come.

“Please, please, please!”

“What do you want, Goose?”

“Your cock! Fuck me with your cock! Please fuck me!”

“Sure you’re healed enough? Don’t wanna hurt ya,” Max couldn’t help but tease.

“For the love of god! Fuck me! I’m ready! I’m ready!”

“Well, if you’re gonna beg, I wouldn’t wanna be accused of being a lousy lover,” he chuckled, pulled out his fingers and quickly coated himself with the lube.

It was time. Both parties were ready, as ready as they would ever be.

“YESSSSSS!” Goose howled at the feeling of being filled swiftly by Max’s length. He had slid right in with no resistance; no pain to anyone, and it was sweet paradise for them both.

With a moan of pleasure, Max settled himself down on top of Goose’s chest, partially supporting his weight on his forearms while they faced each other. Goose’s hands didn’t sthatthat time; they clutched around Max’s back and shoulders, kneading the muscles, squeezing and rubbing as he was being rubbed so well from within.

Max didn’t complain a bit at being touched so much, not even when Goose turned even more daring and moved his hands lower down towards the boundary of forbidden territory at the top of his ass. He was too involved in their joining to care at the moment. His face moved into the scent of his man, kissing again that sweet tender flesh of the neck while he thrusted slowly at first, wanting to last. In response, Goose’s legs wrapped tight around Max’s hips, drawing him in as deep as he could. He didn’t want it to end too soon either.

But it almost did, and not in the way either wanted.

The exploring hands went too far. Max stiffened at feeling them right on his buttocks, and in warning he bit hard, harder than ever before into the neck of his sub. Goose yelped in pain, his hands flew back up to Max’s shoulders, and he forced himself not to struggle as Max continued to apply pressure with his teeth.

The man knew he had made a mistake, but he did trust Max not to go too far in punishment, although he knew he was going to have quite the mark on his flesh for the foolish transgression.
In less than a minute it was over, though. Max released him and started the rhythm again, and Goose soon forgot all about the throbbing in his neck, only grinning to himself about the badge of his dom that he would wear with pride the next day for all to see.

On it went, the sound of two bodies meeting, two bodies moaning and groaning, until Max finally increased the pace, ready to slam his sub to completion. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Harder! Harder!” Goose urged. He was ready too.

Being filled, his manhood being pressed between their hard bodies, all it took was one pull on it by Max’s hand, surprising him to feel the grasp when he hadn’t been expecting it. Goose wailed, Max roared and they both came together, shaking the bed so violently with the force of it that it crashed to the floor with a loud BANG!

- WHAT THE FUCK? - Max’s nerves were shot from what Goose had just done to him, he wasn’t thinking straight, and at the fof tof the bed falling under him and hearing the sharp noise it made, he went right into his kill-zone. Out came his sawed-off shotgun kept hidden under the other pillow, and with a shout of fury at thinking they were being attacked, he blew a hole in the hallway wall outside the bedroom door, sure that someone must have been standing there.

Another blast in another wall and he realized his error. Goose was laughing hysterically, heaving so much that Max’s body, still joined with his, was moving with it. Max hadn’t even withdrawn when he had shot both barrels, and he fell back down on Goose laughing along with him.

By the time they quieted, Max had slid out and was lying on his side, pulling Goose to spoon with him for the rest of the night, as they each downed a beer in thirsty relief. “We’re gonna have to rent rooms so I don’t wreck my house rooting you,” he rumbled softly behind the man’s ear while holding him tight to the curve of his body. People never would have guessed it by Max’s tough outer image, but he was really quite the cuddler when it came to after-sex.

“Yeah, and I know a real nice one a couple hours away we can try first,” Goose teased, thinking of the place where it had all began.

“Sounds good to me, but don’t think I’m gonna get drunk again and let you take advantage of me,” he chuckled lightly.

“Anything you say, Sir. Long as I don’t have to sleep on the floor again.”

“Oh, go to sleep, Goose.”

“Is that an order?”

“Yes.”

(END CHAPTER 13)