#maxbox

I posted a bit about lilac wine on the last ask - so 60's maxbox! This was started Aug 19,2020. The premise being that Max - not usually much for people in general or intimacy - makes a rare trip to a gay bar. This is still in the shadow of the illegal days so it's very much a cautious thing. Perhaps he's been stirred by a new constable's arrival at Oxford huehue - but either way he's just got a bit of an itch to scratch (so to speak) and there he meets a sort of gym-jock 'im not gay' shit eating grin bastard...

“You wanna get out of here?” He flashed a quick wink, “I know a spot.” Max didn’t usually leave with people. Usually he’d redirect to the loo. It wasn’t private, but it was the usual standard, and served the purpose well enough. In a back stall two men could have a quick tangle, a bit more satisfaction than their own hands could do, and a little rush of danger. A risk of exposure. A dingy sort of appeal. There was something about biting back groans against a the wall of a stall - buggering while there was likely another pair doing something much more filthy right on the other side. It was a level of debauchery that he wouldn’t ever like to admit to but one that appealed to the darker parts of his personality.   And this man he'd just met practically oozed that type of danger. He seemed like a bully. Prone to violence. Machismo and performance. Max could end up brutalized or dead in an alley, but he was sure he’d read this one right. This was an alpha male looking for a rut and offering exactly what Max was looking for. So he followed.

some 1960′s max/box - starting pre-series and going through the entire series

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Max had never known normal circumstances. What this man was, was exactly the type that Max would be happy to use for one evening and then discard - just as he would be, when their encounter eventually reached its mutual end. 

Max had never seen him before and that suited just fine, but with that solid chest and those broad shoulders he was getting looks from every corner of the room. Max wasn’t sure what had brought him over to this one, but he wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. The man had a jaw like a brick, a straight nose, a cheeky flash in his dark eyes. He had thick perfectly groomed hair that Max wanted to grip into and muss. The angles of his cheeks just asked to be slapped. 

He really wanted to hit him.

Max twitched a cool but interested smile, “Be my guest.” 

There was a little small talk, about how the man hadn’t seen Max in this bar before, and Max responded in turn that he didn’t often find himself with much free time. It was always best not to be too personal. They sipped their drinks and both had a cigarette. The man flashed a silver lighter out for Max and smirked all the while, and when he asked Max his name, Max only lifted his brows in silent answer.