Mad Maxed

CHAPTER 5

The next morning Goose heard the honk of the car horn outside his flat and hurried outside, relieved beyond belief that Max was there to pick him up for work like usual. He slid into the passenger seat with a, "Morning," which Max ignored, and they headed down the highway in silence again until Max finally spoke.

"Should've told me."

"I know," Goose immediately sighed. "I'm sorry."

"How long?" Max asked, although his eyes never left the road.

"Long before we met," he admitted.

"Girls?"

"No. Not like that."

"Guys at the station?"

"Yeah, a few. Some I meet at the clubs."

"Clubs?"

"Yeah, not around here. I take the bus. Hard to describe."

"Try me."

"I don't know if I should."

And right then and there, Goose knew he had found the man he was yearning for.

Max's head whipped around, a snarl erupting from his lips in a punctuated voice. "I.SAID.TRY.ME."

It washed over Goose perfectly, and he had to control the urge not to smile. He knew what he was going to do now to convince Max of their compatibility. "I .... I go to the clubs looking for a specific kinda man. I'm a very hard-core bottom, Max. Do ya know what that means?"

"Yeah," Max murmured, his eyes back on the road. "I think I know what you're saying. You like men to order you around. That kinda stuff."

"A lot more to it than that, but yes, essentially."

"You like being hurt?" Max really wanted some answers now.

"No! I mean, it depends. With the right dom a little pain is great. But it's so fucking hard to trust a bloke to know when to hold back, not cross the line ..... Shit, mate, you think I'm sick, don't you?" - Damnit! I said too much! -

"No Goose," Max denied very quietly. "But I'm not gonna pretend I understand it."

Goose's mouth opened and closed a couple of times, wondering if he should say just one more thing or not.

"Spit it out," Max said at seeing his friend's indecision.

With an audible sigh, Goose continued. "What I'm looking for is something that feels right, feels perfect. I don't feel it with the other blokes."

"Are you saying you feel it with me?" Max asked with narrowed eyes turning to him.

It was absolutely truth time.

"Yeah, Max. I do. I feel it, and I think you feel it too. I think that it's in you to be a fucking fantastic dom for me, and I think you'll really like it if you give it a chance."

In response to hearing what he was already questioning in his own body, Max's hands tightened on the wheel, his gaze fixed on the road, and he was grateful that they pulled into the station before he had a chance to consider what to say.

Although the day went normally in most ways, Goose went about unfurling his plan. He took to standing close to, although being careful not to touch, Max as much as possible. He even began anticipating the man's wants and needs, getting things for him, doing things for him before Max could do it for himself.

It wasn't long before everyone in the station saw what was happening, and it wasn't long before Max decided that he liked being treated in that way. Girls had done it in the past, but he had always sensed that they didn't really mean it; they had only wanted him in bed or as marriage material, not something on a deeper level.

He convinced himself that he wasn't interested in a deep level past friendship with Goose, but he couldn't deny that watching Goose in action as he brought him coffee and donuts, magazines or anything else he mentioned or reached for, was very fulfilling. - Hell, if the man doesn't want to, he can stop anytime he wants. I'm not forcing him to wait on me hand and foot. Not even asking him. -

Well, he wasn't asking him ....... yet.

As a couple weeks passed by, Max was the one that subconsciously moved it to the next level. He began showing Goose with little looks and short curt words what he wanted every day around the station. Goose thought he had died and gone to heaven. His plan was working.

The men around them continued to watch, and unbeknownst to Goose and Max, a wager was going on behind their backs. It was great entertainment to see what would happen between the two, and money was quickly passed back and forth between their friends and co-workers.

Goose suspected they were being watched, and he played up to it as best he could without being obvious to Max, who pretended to be oblivious to the change in their environment. The two had yet to touch in any way, and as far as Max was concerned, that was fine with him. He was more than willing to keep seeing an annoying Linda for sex before he'd let himself touch another man.

If he and Goose hadn't been such good friends for years and good partners on the force, Max probably would have quit his job and moved away. He was that scared deep down inside of changing.

Goose knew that of course and spent those weeks being a perfect servant, but not in any way that would frighten his prospective lover off. He knew it would have to be a slow process with Max. His partner was the most stubborn man he knew, and it was one of the traits about him that he loved.

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The incidthatthat brought it to a head happened over a month later in the leisure yard where the men went to blow off steam by lifting weights, throwing sports equipment around or just lounging around in the sun for a while between missions.

A new man had joined the force recently, and Goose had immediately sensed a competitor.

Bentley was a sub just like him. To a gay man, it was obvious by the way the man looked at Max and also at the other true dom, Johnson, in their station. The force was made up of an almost equal proportion of gay and straight men. But, as gay men knew more so than straight men, doms or tops in the gay world were not as common as bottoms. The few straight men who had actually talked to Goose about it had told him that they thought it was backwards, that it would be the other way around, but nothing went the way you expected in life, and that was one of those things. Men were by nature the more aggressive sex of the species, but when men desired other men for sexual needs, it was more often than not that they wanted to be the reverse as a bed partner. At least that was the way it seemed.

And, because of that, a man who had a good top would fight to keep him by tooth and nail if necessary rather than risk losing him to the sea of bottoms waiting to snatch him up. It was a very large sea, and a man like Max, just coming into his new sexuality, could easily be swallowed whole if Goose didn’t stand up and protect him. Not just for Max, but also for himself.

With that in mind, plus the fact that his body was tensing with plain 'ole jealousy, he watched Max converse with Bentley in the yard one day, laughing and talking, while he stood on the other side and tried to talk to other men.

- Can’t you see he’s flirting with you? – he wanted to scream across the yard at Max.

Max didn’t see a thing. He was just having a conversation and was still fairly naïve with noticing at how men, besides Goose now, flirted with other men. It wasn’t until Bentley actually touched his arm during the telling of a joke that Max started to get a clue. He wasn’t about to say anything, of course, as he had yet to make an announcement of any kind about his relationship with Goose or his sexuality in any way other than what the men had seen and heard of in his experiences with the local women.

Max was never one for kissing and telling. As much as he knew that he could go out with most of the women that flirted with him on a regular basis, he was actually a bit shy about asking someone out on a first date. It made him even more endearing to women, as Max didn't have a true wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am reputation like one would have expected.

With a smile, he ended the conversation and drifted away, leaving Bentley with the swooning feeling that many women often felt when Max Rockatansky smiled at them.

“You bitch,” Goose was soon hissing in Bentley’s face as he pushed the man. Max had already moved across the yard and wasn’t paying any attention.

“Who are you calling a bitch?” Bentley protested and regained his footing.

“Stay away from Max.”

“Oh yeah? Well I heard Mr. Gorgeous was still on the fence about it. That apparently your scuzzy ass wasn’t doing it for him. I bet I could get him to fall off that fence onto mine in less than a day.”

Goose didn’t even answer. He did what he had wanted to do the first moment he caught Bentley looking at Max the other day. He decked him.

Bentley staggered but jumped back up and tackled Goose to the ground with a roar that caught the ears of every man in the yard who hadn’t already been watching with keen interest. Faces turned to see the two roll across the dirt, hitting and swearing as blood flew from mouths and arms and legs battered at the other.

It didn’t last long.

In less than a minute Goose was flying up against a chain link fence under Max’s fury while Bentley slowly climbed to his feet. Max was in a rage. He knew what the men must have been fighting about. He wasn’t stupid. But it made him feel like a piece of meat, and that royally pissed him off.

“Don’t you fucking move!” he shouted at Goose and turned back to Bentley.

Bentley was grinning with victory, thinking he had won Max’s favor, but if anything, he had won his contempt. The mad man stalked over to him, as Bentley’s grin faltered at seeing the look on Max’s face. But the sub in Bentley kept him standing still, only a slight whimper of fear escaped while Max leaned close and whispered in his ear. “I’m not gay, but if you fuck with Goose again, I’ll ram my shotgun up your ass and blow your fucking head off.”

The man nodded quickly in understanding and sagged considerably when Max stormed out of the yard ……. leaving Goose on the fence.

(END CHAPTER 5)