Mad Maxed
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Category:
M through R › Mad Max
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
14
Views:
2,846
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 3
CHAPTER 3
HEAT! The word flashed through Max's shocked mind at feeling the warm hardened length against his palm.
The next word wasn't nearly as nice.
- FAGGOT! - he thought next in horror and tried to pull his hand back.
It didn't work.
Goose had a firm grip on his wrist, Max was physically tired and half-drunk, and his hand stayed pressed against that new territory much longer than he consciously wanted it to. It had almost become like a tug of war between them.
Max's eyes widened and he tried to pull back again, but Goose had thrown all caution to the wind, and he was ready to accept the consequences for his actions. He was just hoping that Max wouldn't tear his throat out for it.
He wasn't far from it. Max was staring down at the other man's hand holding his and knew that he had to make a decision. He could use stronger force, rip his hand away while punching out with his other. But that would mean deliberately harming his best friend in the process, and it was a bridge they had never needed to cross.
- GOOSE IS GAY GOOSE IS GAY GOOSE IS GAY! - went screaming through his mind at the revelation. He was shocked beyond belief, his eyes showed it, but he struggled to maintain composure and not bring himself to offend his friend, who obviously had decided to show his feelings for him. He didn't know if he admired Goose for being courageous or if he felt betrayed for not having known all their years as friends. It bothered him a lot, and the more he considered it, his hand stayed right where it was, no longer trying to move away.
One thing Max did refuse to consider was why he would even allow his hand to stay there while they stared at each other. It was a prospect Max wasn't ready to think about just yet.
Minutes passed that felt like an eternity between them, and Goose lessened his grip on Max's hand, praying that his friend wouldn't strike out at him suddenly.
Max did no such thing. As long as Goose continued to hold his wrist, Max continued to keep his palm on the man's crotch. It was almost as though Max was becoming entranced by the strange feelings sweeping through him, the way Goose was staring at him so earnestly, the almost tangible scent of both desire and fear rolling off the man towards him. It was a combination that would prove to be Max's undoing, as it prickled over and under his skin in a way he had never felt with a woman in bed, and he found that it was a new sensation he was beginning to like.
However, the moment he realized that and felt his own physical arousal beginning in response to the signals Goose was sending, he snapped right out of it. His own groin may have been tightening, but his mind was free again. "Lemme go," he growled.
Goose immediately did. He'd heard that tone of warning in Max's voice before when they handled criminals, and he certainly didn't want it ever directed at him. He knew perfectly well what Max was capable of and why he lived up to the name Mad Max on the road.
"Sorry," he started, but quickly shut his mouth at the flare of fury that erupted from the eyes in front of him.
Max rolled fast from the bed, fearful that he would actually hit his friend if he didn't. In seconds he was sitting in the one easy chair in the corner of the room with a pillow and a blanket, a parting message spoken before he closed his eyes. "You come near me, I'll kill you."
(END CHAPTER 3)
HEAT! The word flashed through Max's shocked mind at feeling the warm hardened length against his palm.
The next word wasn't nearly as nice.
- FAGGOT! - he thought next in horror and tried to pull his hand back.
It didn't work.
Goose had a firm grip on his wrist, Max was physically tired and half-drunk, and his hand stayed pressed against that new territory much longer than he consciously wanted it to. It had almost become like a tug of war between them.
Max's eyes widened and he tried to pull back again, but Goose had thrown all caution to the wind, and he was ready to accept the consequences for his actions. He was just hoping that Max wouldn't tear his throat out for it.
He wasn't far from it. Max was staring down at the other man's hand holding his and knew that he had to make a decision. He could use stronger force, rip his hand away while punching out with his other. But that would mean deliberately harming his best friend in the process, and it was a bridge they had never needed to cross.
- GOOSE IS GAY GOOSE IS GAY GOOSE IS GAY! - went screaming through his mind at the revelation. He was shocked beyond belief, his eyes showed it, but he struggled to maintain composure and not bring himself to offend his friend, who obviously had decided to show his feelings for him. He didn't know if he admired Goose for being courageous or if he felt betrayed for not having known all their years as friends. It bothered him a lot, and the more he considered it, his hand stayed right where it was, no longer trying to move away.
One thing Max did refuse to consider was why he would even allow his hand to stay there while they stared at each other. It was a prospect Max wasn't ready to think about just yet.
Minutes passed that felt like an eternity between them, and Goose lessened his grip on Max's hand, praying that his friend wouldn't strike out at him suddenly.
Max did no such thing. As long as Goose continued to hold his wrist, Max continued to keep his palm on the man's crotch. It was almost as though Max was becoming entranced by the strange feelings sweeping through him, the way Goose was staring at him so earnestly, the almost tangible scent of both desire and fear rolling off the man towards him. It was a combination that would prove to be Max's undoing, as it prickled over and under his skin in a way he had never felt with a woman in bed, and he found that it was a new sensation he was beginning to like.
However, the moment he realized that and felt his own physical arousal beginning in response to the signals Goose was sending, he snapped right out of it. His own groin may have been tightening, but his mind was free again. "Lemme go," he growled.
Goose immediately did. He'd heard that tone of warning in Max's voice before when they handled criminals, and he certainly didn't want it ever directed at him. He knew perfectly well what Max was capable of and why he lived up to the name Mad Max on the road.
"Sorry," he started, but quickly shut his mouth at the flare of fury that erupted from the eyes in front of him.
Max rolled fast from the bed, fearful that he would actually hit his friend if he didn't. In seconds he was sitting in the one easy chair in the corner of the room with a pillow and a blanket, a parting message spoken before he closed his eyes. "You come near me, I'll kill you."
(END CHAPTER 3)