I glanced over at the DVD Maxxie had chosen, recognising it instantly by its cover. Of course he’d pick a horror, just another reason to snuggle. I smiled to myself as I set two plates of chicken and shrimp carbonara down on the dinner table. It’s not really much of a dinner table, more like a thick sheet of glass on top of what I think used to be part of a tree stump. I don’t know. I got both of them for under $20 so I came out of it alright. Maxxie looked round at the sound of the plates against the glass with a cute, confused look on his face.
“Aren’t we eating it on the sofa?” he asked, looking reluctant to move.
“Nope. I told you I wanted to make a proper night out of it so that’s what I’m doing. Table, now” I said with the smile still pressed to my lips.
Maxxie pouted. “Make me”.
I rolled my eyes and lounged over to the couch. I looked at Maxxie, giving him one more chance to move his ass of his own accord before hooking my arms around him and carrying him bridal style. I might have the frame of a stick insect but trust me, I can carry things. Maxxie didn’t seem quite as convinced and wrapped his arms around my neck tightly.
I watched nervously as he took a bite of the dish I’d been worrying over for the better part of an hour and a half. The look on his face said it all. Orgasm on a plate, I think so. Okay, maybe not a full on orgasm. More like a mouthgasm. Mouthgasm, I’ll roll with that. Dinner was perfect and we even sat at the table Maxxie had been so reluctant to sit at for twenty minutes after we’d finished eating.
We’d already shared saliva around ten times before we actually made it to the couch to watch the movie. I can’t even remember what it was but it was one I’d seen about five hundred times and could quote back to front. But trust me, quoting horror movies is not a good thing to when your possibly-fuck-buddy-but-possibly-not is snuggled up against you. Every time something remotely scary happened he’d inch that little bit closer and squeeze my arm just a little tighter. The funny thing is, he looked like he was genuinely scared. Hang on, he’s an aspiring actor, of course he can fake being scared. I nuzzled my nose against his once the movie was over and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.
“Bedroom?” he asked.
“You know me so well”.
I watched Maxxie, the sheen of sweat on his face making him just that little bit more appealing. He was curled up against me, slipping into a post-sex slumber. His eyes were closed but I could tell he wasn’t quite asleep yet. I stroked his cheek and he smiled.
“You look cute when you’re falling asleep” I said, smiling to myself and not expecting Maxxie to hear, let alone reply.
“What kind of an accent is that?” he asked sleepily.
I didn’t get what he meant at first but I replayed the scene in my head. “That, dollface, is an Australian accent that hasn’t been used since I was a teenager. And it’s decidedly American now”.
Maxxie hummed a little and shifted closer to me. I bit my lip, feeling sleep start to tug at my eyes. I slipped an arm round Maxxie’s waist and kissed his forehead again.
“Max… This isn’t exactly the best time to ask but… Will you be my boyfriend?” I asked the almost asleep, beautiful English boy.
“Mmm” was all I got in response before he fell asleep.
And I was happy with that. I pressed myself up against him as close as possible and let sleep take hold of me.