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“Max…” What is that? “Max…” It sounds so familiar. “Max…” I know that voice. “Wake up, little buddy.” I open my eyes.
I’m greeted with the sight of my best friend laying beside me in my bed, smiling. “Morning, Max.” Sam said with a little cute yawn. “G'mornin’ Sam.” I mumble back. “Ready to get up like prices of gas on a long weekend in summer?” Asked Sam. I think for a moment. “Cuddle first.” I say reaching for my favorite teddy dog, Sam. Sam giggles, “well I guess it’s ok if we stay bed a little late, it’s our day off after all.” Sam then moves even closer to me and wraps his arms around my torso and pulls me closer. I nuzzle into him as he gives me a tender kiss on my forehead. “ I love you so much.” I say into his chest. “I love you too, Max.” Sam replies. We stay like this, cuddling and Sam giving me little kisses for half an hour ( but honestly feels like only five minutes) before Sam gets up. I’m a little disappointed but I decide it’s about time I get up anyways, I mean, who’s gonna raise hell if I don’t? Satan? Don't make me laugh!
I walk out of the bedroom to be greeted with the sight of Sam putting frozen waffles in the toaster while sipping coffee in a housecoat with little bunny slippers that resemble a certain somebody. I trudge my way over to our modest kitchen table and wait for the waffles by partaking in one of my most favorite pastimes, ogling my very handsome partner. I watch him move around the kitchen looking for the syrup, he’s so cute when he’s trying to find something. He finds it with a little “ah-ha!” and sets the syrup down on the table. Sam then takes another sip of coffee, I’m starting to think that Sam has put his lips on that mug more than he has on me, that is completely unacceptable. With a little ding the Waffles are done and Sam puts them on their plates and brings them over to where I have been perched. He sits down beside me and gets to work on his waffles, I speak up. “Hey, Sam?” He turns to face me. “Hmm?” Sam gives me a look that tells me to “go on, I’m listening.” I stand up on my chair and give Sam a kiss on his lips, “thanks for making breakfast” I whisper in his ear. I really didn’t need to whisper, but I just wanted to make my gratitude even more intimate. Sam sallows. “No problem, Maxie.” He whispers back in a husky voice. I love it when he says my name like that. I sit back down and go to devour my breakfast like a bat outta hell.
Once I take the last bite out of my waffles Sam speaks up, “Hey, you got something on your face.” I reach up to touch my face but Sam stops me. “No, I’ll get it.” Sam then licks my mouth. Oh, so he wants to play this game? I’m always down to see who will cave to the other romantic gestures first. I stand up to give Sam a huge french kiss but he stops me. “Look, little buddy, if we keep this up we will end up getting nothing done today expect for me pinning you to a wall.” He says. I smirk at him. “You say that like that’s the last thing want.” I flirt back while playing with his ear. “I wanted to take a bath.” He says a little wistfully. I pout at that. Sam sees my face and gets a naughty glint in his eyes. “Well, I mean, it does get lonely in the tub, maybe you’d like to join me?” Oh. Sam gets up and makes his way to the bathroom, as he sauntered he let his housecoat slip down one of his shoulders like some goddamn supermodel, he then turned and says, “ I hope you got the hint, bonehead.” Sam then disappeared into the bathroom. I love that man, and I love the fact that he’s gonna be the end of me someday. I make my way to the bathroom like a man on a mission. I open the door to the bathroom without knocking and see Sam in the tub. “Oh, hello sir how can I help you?” Jokingly asked Sam. “ I’m sorry, sir but it appears that you are trying to take a bath alone and due to recent bylaws we can’t allow that, I must supervise you.” I roll-play back. “Sam wouldn't mind if you joined in the tub.” Sam third person pointed out. I clamber in and place myself on Sam’s torso. I give Sam a peck on his lips. He reaches out for a shampoo bottle and pops it open and puts some shampoo on his hand(...paw?). Sam then starts to massage the shampoo into my fur, it feels like heaven. Sam continues to clean me and I sort of zone out into a state of pure bliss.
Some light chuckling is what brings me out of my stupor. “Feels good?” Sam asks. “Mmhh..” I hum out. “Well I hate to say this but your all clean now, so-” “I wanna do you now.” I interrupt. Sam thinks for a moment. “Well, I can’t argue with that.” Sam gives in. I make my way behind Sam's head and reach out for the same shampoo bottle that Sam used on me. I take a big glob of Shampoo and get to work on Sam. I start by massaging his head and shoulder area, huh, Sams got a lot of tension in his shoulders. I began to knead into his shoulders. “You got a lot of tension in your shoulders, Sam.” I share. “The crook we took down on Thursday was a pain.” Sam confessed. I smirk internally. “Well you were able to apprehend him despite being so slippery, you’re such a good boy, Sam.” I say while trying ( and kinda failing) to keep a smile from forming on my face. Sam shivers, there we go! “M-max!” Sam exclaimed a little embarrassed. Sam has a dirty little secret, he loves being praised for his work, it’s such a shame that it’s rare for him to be recognized for his talents, but that’s what I’m here for, to remind him that he is my good, handsome boy. “You were so exhausted after that mission, Sam. You definitely earn today off.” I continue. I can feel Sam heat up. “M-max, please!” Sam pleads. “Now, tell me Sam.” I move to start washing his chest. “Who’s my good boy?” Sam begins to shake a little. “M-me?” He mumbles out. “Who’s my handsome boy?” I continue as I move to wash his sides. “Is i-it me?” I smile at his response. “Yeah it is! What a smart boy!” I praise. Sam puts his face into his hands out of sheer embarrassment and lack of control of his feelings. I locate the “spot” on Sam’s back and begin to lightly scratch at it. Sam’s leg starts to twitch and move. “M-max!” He shouts. I stop and stand to kiss his face from behind him. “Sorry, I can’t help it!” I say with false innocence in my voice.
Once we finished up the bath and got dried off, Sam and I went to the couch to cuddle while watching T.V. Sam kisses me and says, “I love you, little buddy.” I nuzzle into the crook of his neck “I love you too, Sam.” We stay like that for a few moments. But then… the world started to fade. What’s happening?! W-where’s Sam? Wait… Sam and I aren’t? What’s going on? Sam? Please, I want Sam! It’s so dark. I hate this. I wanna go home. Sam? I then fell unconscious.
“Max!”
What is that?
“Max!”
Who is that?
“Max!”
They sound worried. “Please, little buddy, wake up!” I open my eyes. I’m greeted by the sight of my best friend, hovering above with a look of worry and then relief in his eyes. It looks like he’s been crying- no wait scratch that, he
is
crying. I haven’t seen him cry since we were kids! “Sam? Why are you-?” Sam picked me up before I could finish and hugged me. “S-sam?” I stutter out. Oh god I just realized that Sam probably nearly had a heart attack when I fell into that hole. I feel my head. Oh, and I was bleeding, it doesn’t hurt much anymore so it’s probably just a flesh wound. “Hey, shhh…” I try and calm Sam down, I hate seeing him cry more that I hate the Dewey decimal system (stupid books think they're so great). “It’s ok, I’m ok.” I whisper. Sam then moves so that we are face to face, I have no idea why because he hasn’t nearly calmed down enough to stop crying. “Sam? What are yo-
Mph!
” Sam then lurch forward and kissed me! So yep this is happening. Um. Ah. What the hell? Wow his lips are incredible. Wait, he’s still crying? I feel like given the state of Sam there would be a swelling musical score to go along with this kiss but I guess the universe ain't having it today. “I-I can’t b-believe it!” Sam says as our lips part. “What?” I’m so confused right now. “I-I liked you since m-middle school!” Sam confessed. Ah? “To think you...had these… thoughts.” Sam thought out loud. “You like me?” I-I can’t believe it! Sam booped his nose to mine. “Y-yeah. I do.” Sam says softly. Wow. Wait, what does he mean
“thoughts”
? “You said, “thoughts”?” I question. Sam looks towards a monitor placed on a wall. “Yeah, like that piece of human garbage said, this machine broadcasts your deepest, most secret fantasies.” Sam points out. I think for a moment. I think of the dream I just had a moment ago- OH! OH! OH! OH! That means that-! Sam saw-! With the bath-! And the flirting-! OH….! “How much did it...?” I try and fail to ask. Sam understands what I’m getting at and says, “Everything… including your inner thoughts at each moment…” Sam bashfully answers. He’s blushing. “D-do you really think I-I’m handsome?” Sam asks after a moment of silence. Sam looks away all embarrassed, he looks so adorable right now I might get type two diabetes. “How this for an answer.” I say as I grab his face. Screw it, now I we both like each other, so what are we waiting for? I crash my lips into his. He makes a needy noise as we kiss. “You were my sexual awakening you know.” I tell him outright as we part. Sam, by some unbelievable power, blushes harder than he did before. “Funny, You were mine too.” He says. “I can’t believe we could have been together for
YEARS
.” I whine. “Yeah…” Sam agrees. We spend a moment in comfortable silence. “Wait what happened to Chad?” I ask. Sam points over to a bloody pile on the ground. “You…?” I start. “He’s not dead… yet.” Sam chimes. “Wow, you really did a number on him.” I complement. Is it just me or do Sams arms look bigger? “That’s so hot.” I confess. Sam sputters. “S-sam! I mean, MAX!” I kiss him again, I think this is the start of something beautiful, and really, really gay.