#regmax

“D’ya think we share G-spots?” Maxamillion’s face leapt up from his book, staring wide-eyed from his place on the plush armchair.

            “What?” Max stared down from where he lay on Maxamillion’s bed, elbow propped on the surface and chin cradled on his palm. His mouth fell in a desultory frown as though the other should know he was loathe to repeat himself.

            “G-spots. Ero-Zones. Feel-good places. Do you think we have the same ones?” Maxamillion dodged his stare in his book, cheeks dusted pink.

“Why would I ever think about that?”

“Iunno, cause you’re sixteen and have a dick?” Maxamillion glared up again, appalled, grasping for words. He watched the face that wasn’t his face turn fiendish. He averted his eyes. He almost couldn’t believe it. Almost.

 “I’d honestly rather not know.”

“Why not?”

“We look the same; that’s as much as I need to know.” Max’s lips curled up in a wolfish smirk.

“Well I wanna know.” Maxamillion fidgeted as he felt Max’s bored, lazy stare focus on him and glint with a conniving light. “You aren’t the least bit curious?”

“No. I most certainly am not.”

“Not even about that little place on our neck?” Maxamillion looked up and immediately colored when Max smirked. He fell for the bait. Max stretched to the floor as he crawled toward Maxamillion, dripping from the bed with sensuous, syrupy languor.

“So we do have one in common. Interesting,” Their eyes ensnared, Max slinking towards him, shoulders rolling and hips dipping deliriously sweet and slow. “How’d you find that out?” Max was almost on top of him now, hands on either arm of the chair, leaning into Maxamillion’s face.

“Did big bad Chad help you?” He crooned. Maxamillion was frozen, reclining stiffly into the chair and away from the other.

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Max quirked a brow.

“Really? You don’t know what I’m talking about? Man leaves hickeys dark as fucking space and that’s the line you’re using? I’m you, dipshit. I know what that guy’s handiwork looks like—then again, so does half the school.” Max’s grinning sneer pinched a nerve. In a flash of defiance, Maxamillion knocked off Max’s fedora. Max paused, looked up at his exposed blond head and down at Maxamillion stupidly, pink tingeing his cheeks in surprise. Maxamillion couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him, and that sound brought Max back to reality. His face was dour, bitterness choking out amusement. He grinned.

“Yanno, when Kitten gets excited he likes to bite. That’s what yours does too, right?” Unchaste eyes wandered down Maxamillion’s face to his neck, lingering on the tender skin shadowed by the jaw. Maxamillion flushed, shrinking further into the chair, extending a hand to keep Max at arm’s length.             “I don’t wish to discuss this anymore.” Max hovered, grin crooked, drawing out words like silk.

“And it hurts, but it hurts so fucking good, and you just fall to fucking pieces.”

“I do not! Please stop talking!” Max leaned in closer, Maxamillion’s arm beginning to give.

“Oh, but when he bites you there, sweet fucking Christ it’s even better.” Maxamillion’s hands flew to clamp over his ears with a loud protest. Max dove forward and briefly licked the spot before biting down hard. Maxamillion flinched with a thin, high cry. He shoved Max hard, sending the other staggering backwards. Maxamillion covered his neck, staring at him incredulously, glowing red. Max returned a mischievous grin.

“So that’s what I sound like.” Maxamillion stood, quivering with umbrage, his hand still clapped over his neck. When Max’s smile only grew he groaned in exasperation and stormed out of the room. Max cackled, calling after his fleeing back.

“You should learn to like yourself more!” The door slammed.