Mad Maxed
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Category:
M through R › Mad Max
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
2,760
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Mad Max, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 2
Max sauntered out of the shower with just his boxers on and plunked himself in a chair by the table to watch TV while Goose escaped into the shower. No matter how many times Goose saw Max nude or half nude in the locker room and showers at the station, it never failed to arouse him in some way, whether mental or even worse, physical, and he sure as hell didn't want Max to find out by mistake.
By the time he came out after a quick beating off in the shower, Max had already eaten half the food Goose had picked up and was lounging in the bed.
"Anything good on the telly?" Goose asked as he sat down to eat, avoiding Max's form sprawled out on top of the bed covers.
"Same buncha shit."
"Yeah," Goose nodded. "Not enough variety, huh?"
"Got that right," Max agreed while he scratched his thigh for a moment and guzzled yet another can of beer. "Bored out of my mind sometimes. Everything’s the same in life."
Goose almost choked on his food and began to wonder if he should have put his pants on over his boxers. - It's gonna be a long night, - he thought wearily.
"Hey," Max said after a few minutes with a slight slur. "Getting really late. Ready to flip for the bed?"
"Sure." Goose stood and rummaged through his pants pockets and then Max's pants pockets for change. "Shit, nothing but bills. Go ahead and take the bed, mate. I'll take the floor."
"'ssss not fair," Max stuttered drowsily from the beer and rolled over on his right side to face the middle of the bed. "Share if ya want."
- OH MY GOD! - Goose thought at the prospect of actually sharing a bed with Max. They had slept together sitting up in the front of their squad car many times and on couches with other guys at the station during down times, but never once had they shared a bed! He wasn't sure if he could go through with it. Hell, who was he kidding? He was going to jump at the chance, innocent sharing or not.
Faster than Max could fall asleep, Goose laid down on his side facing the man. He was beginning to show that arousal now, but with Max half-drunk and unlikely to look south of the border at another man in bed with him, he was pretty sure he was safe.
Goose reached up and shut the light off, but had neglected to close the curtains so the room stayed illuminated just enough to make each other's features out. He was glad for it. Goose really enjoyed any chance he got to stare into Max's beautiful blue eyes, even though they were a bit bleary at the moment.
"So, you been bored lately?" he started, hoping to keep Max awake for a while since there was no way he was ready to fall asleep yet.
"Yeah, that bitch Linda is driving me up the wall. Hangs on me all the time. Calls me constantly. Picks fights when I'm not in the mood to go out. Hinting nd fnd for a ring. You know what I mean."
"Well, why don't you dump her? Always someone else around. You never have trouble hooking up when you want to." - That's an understatement, - he thought to himself about Max. - Women swoon over you just like a few other guys I know do. -
"Yeah, I know," Max laughed, aware of his unusually good looks, although it did embarrass him a bit to be judged like that. "But was getting tired of that scene. Guess I'm looking for more. Just don't know if Linda is it or not."
"Looking for more? Mad Max Rockatansky is looking for more?" Goose teased, using his 'mad' nickname that he had earned from his strength and intensity on the force.
Max was the best law enforcement agent they had, and Goose and most others easily acknowledged it. The public was lucky to have Max as a cop protecting their roads, and Goose felt lucky to be able to ride shot gun with him most of the time.
"Awwww 'sssss not funny," Max laughed again. "Can't I have more too? So many of the blokes we know have real relationships with women or men. Just wanna find the right one too. Ain't getting any younger."
True, although he was only 25 to Goose's 24.
"Hey, about that." Goose decided to take the plunge on a subject they'd never once actually talked about openly. "How you feel about the men at the station that go out with other men?"
Max froze for a moment at the question, not quite sure how Goose felt about it either and feeling strangely uncomfortable to be talking about it in bed with a man. "Well, doesn't bother me at all personally," he said truthfully after a moment. "Whatever feels right for a person, I guess. You?"
"Nope, don't bother me either," Goose grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at Max in a mock flirtatious way just to see how Max would react. He knew he was playing with fire, but he just couldn't stop himself.
That 'fire' reacted all right, but it was just like he usually did with Goose.
He laughed.
But that time, his left hand reached out and pushed in mock horror at Goose's hip in a joking way as though he wanted his friend away from him. He didn't, of course. He was just teasing back.
Goose didn't laugh, however. He suddenly knew what he had to do. It happened so fast that if he had stopped to think about it first, he never in a million years would have done it. He grabbed right hold of Max's wrist with his right hand and held it against his erection through his boxers.
There would be no doubt in Max's mind that Jim Goose was turned on.
(END CHAPTER 2)
Max sauntered out of the shower with just his boxers on and plunked himself in a chair by the table to watch TV while Goose escaped into the shower. No matter how many times Goose saw Max nude or half nude in the locker room and showers at the station, it never failed to arouse him in some way, whether mental or even worse, physical, and he sure as hell didn't want Max to find out by mistake.
By the time he came out after a quick beating off in the shower, Max had already eaten half the food Goose had picked up and was lounging in the bed.
"Anything good on the telly?" Goose asked as he sat down to eat, avoiding Max's form sprawled out on top of the bed covers.
"Same buncha shit."
"Yeah," Goose nodded. "Not enough variety, huh?"
"Got that right," Max agreed while he scratched his thigh for a moment and guzzled yet another can of beer. "Bored out of my mind sometimes. Everything’s the same in life."
Goose almost choked on his food and began to wonder if he should have put his pants on over his boxers. - It's gonna be a long night, - he thought wearily.
"Hey," Max said after a few minutes with a slight slur. "Getting really late. Ready to flip for the bed?"
"Sure." Goose stood and rummaged through his pants pockets and then Max's pants pockets for change. "Shit, nothing but bills. Go ahead and take the bed, mate. I'll take the floor."
"'ssss not fair," Max stuttered drowsily from the beer and rolled over on his right side to face the middle of the bed. "Share if ya want."
- OH MY GOD! - Goose thought at the prospect of actually sharing a bed with Max. They had slept together sitting up in the front of their squad car many times and on couches with other guys at the station during down times, but never once had they shared a bed! He wasn't sure if he could go through with it. Hell, who was he kidding? He was going to jump at the chance, innocent sharing or not.
Faster than Max could fall asleep, Goose laid down on his side facing the man. He was beginning to show that arousal now, but with Max half-drunk and unlikely to look south of the border at another man in bed with him, he was pretty sure he was safe.
Goose reached up and shut the light off, but had neglected to close the curtains so the room stayed illuminated just enough to make each other's features out. He was glad for it. Goose really enjoyed any chance he got to stare into Max's beautiful blue eyes, even though they were a bit bleary at the moment.
"So, you been bored lately?" he started, hoping to keep Max awake for a while since there was no way he was ready to fall asleep yet.
"Yeah, that bitch Linda is driving me up the wall. Hangs on me all the time. Calls me constantly. Picks fights when I'm not in the mood to go out. Hinting nd fnd for a ring. You know what I mean."
"Well, why don't you dump her? Always someone else around. You never have trouble hooking up when you want to." - That's an understatement, - he thought to himself about Max. - Women swoon over you just like a few other guys I know do. -
"Yeah, I know," Max laughed, aware of his unusually good looks, although it did embarrass him a bit to be judged like that. "But was getting tired of that scene. Guess I'm looking for more. Just don't know if Linda is it or not."
"Looking for more? Mad Max Rockatansky is looking for more?" Goose teased, using his 'mad' nickname that he had earned from his strength and intensity on the force.
Max was the best law enforcement agent they had, and Goose and most others easily acknowledged it. The public was lucky to have Max as a cop protecting their roads, and Goose felt lucky to be able to ride shot gun with him most of the time.
"Awwww 'sssss not funny," Max laughed again. "Can't I have more too? So many of the blokes we know have real relationships with women or men. Just wanna find the right one too. Ain't getting any younger."
True, although he was only 25 to Goose's 24.
"Hey, about that." Goose decided to take the plunge on a subject they'd never once actually talked about openly. "How you feel about the men at the station that go out with other men?"
Max froze for a moment at the question, not quite sure how Goose felt about it either and feeling strangely uncomfortable to be talking about it in bed with a man. "Well, doesn't bother me at all personally," he said truthfully after a moment. "Whatever feels right for a person, I guess. You?"
"Nope, don't bother me either," Goose grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at Max in a mock flirtatious way just to see how Max would react. He knew he was playing with fire, but he just couldn't stop himself.
That 'fire' reacted all right, but it was just like he usually did with Goose.
He laughed.
But that time, his left hand reached out and pushed in mock horror at Goose's hip in a joking way as though he wanted his friend away from him. He didn't, of course. He was just teasing back.
Goose didn't laugh, however. He suddenly knew what he had to do. It happened so fast that if he had stopped to think about it first, he never in a million years would have done it. He grabbed right hold of Max's wrist with his right hand and held it against his erection through his boxers.
There would be no doubt in Max's mind that Jim Goose was turned on.
(END CHAPTER 2)