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When the lights turn on, the girl—Anita—knees him in the gut and pushes him off of her with a squeal. Charles lands on the ground with a loud groan, pain shooting up his spine. “Fuck,” He mumbles, slightly dazed. He watches as Anita scrambles off the bed, hurrying to put her shirt back on.
She doesn’t actually say a thing as she sprints out of his room, and Charles watches her go from his spot on the floor.
“You’re an idiot.” His roommate says from next to the light switch.
Charles rolls his eyes and sits up, shooting Max a glare. “Fuck off,” He gives him the middle finger for good measure. “You were supposed to be away tonight.” He stresses.
Max makes a face. “I texted you an hour ago.”
“No you didn’t.” Charles disagrees instantly.
Except, when he looks at his messages, he does see 3 unread texts from Max.
Max [15:27]: Do you think Christian will give us more time if I asked for it?
Max [23:03]: I’ll be home tonight to study
Max [23:37]: Don’t be an idiot, Charles 🤓
Right. He forgot he’d muted Max’s notifications a few days ago when Max had gotten a higher grade from Mr. Vettel and rubbed it into his face.
“You’re an idiot.” Max shakes his head when Charles frowns at his phone, and flops down onto his bed.
Charles scowls and runs his fingers through his hair. He kind of wants to ask what’s that all about with Mr. Horner, but their project can wait. “Why do you need to study this late?” He asks instead, frustration clear. “Could you not do that at your girlfriend’s place?”
Max presses his lips in a thin line. “I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“What? The brunette? With the green eyes?” He’d seen them together a lot.
He lets out a disbelieving laugh. “You are an idiot.” He repeats.
Charles sputters for a moment. “Fuck you, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means that I was dating her brother,” Max says casually, an amused smile on his lips. “Not anymore, of course, but it was fun while it lasted.”
“Her… brother?” Charles echoes, slightly high-pitched, his eyes wide in surprise. “You’re… uhh, you’re gay?”
His amusement grows. “When I’m on my knees, sure,” Max shrugs, and Charles becomes hyper aware of the semi still pressing against his jeans. “Yeah, no, I don’t really care about labels, to be honest, I’m mostly an opportunist.”
Charles swallows. He really shouldn’t ask. “Opportunist?”
“Yeah, like when a shirtless guy has an obvious boner, I’ll offer to blow him.” Max says pointedly.
Heat creeps up to the cheeks, turning his face bright red, and Charles has the urge to cover himself up. He glares at Max when he has the audacity to laugh at him, and Charles turns away from him, climbing into his bed.
The issue is, as Max turns off the ceiling light and the only light in the room is from their bedside tables, Charles is still hard. And because Max was being an asshole, now he’s hard and thinking about Max blowing someone.
Charles doesn’t do anything, refuses to even go close to his aching dick, and puts his arms above his head. He didn’t even know that Max liked guys. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course, Charles doesn’t care who Max sleeps with even if he’s not gay himself, but, well… he’s horny.
“Max,” He questions softly, and it’s embarrassing how scratchy his voice sounds. He quickly clears his throat. Max doesn’t reply, but he can see him look at Charles from the corner of his eye. “Is it, uhh, is it different? With a guy?”
“What? Sucking dick? Or getting your dick sucked?”
“Uh, the second one.” His face burns.
Max snorts. “I guess, yeah. Some guys have stubble, so that feels different. Most guys are better at it too.”
“Better?”
“Yeah, knowing how you like your dick sucked makes it easier to suck dick.”
He coughs, tries not to think about how it would be for himself, and fails miserably. “So that…,” He trails off. “That is what you do?”
“Mate,” Max lets out a laugh. “If you want me to suck your dick, you just have to ask.”
Charles lets out a strangled, high-pitched noise. “No! No, I—,” He chokes on his words. His face is hot with embarrassment, and to his horror, his cock is still throbbing. “I’m not— I’m not gay, Max.”
In his peripheral, he can see Max shift around. “You don’t have to be gay to get your dick sucked, mate,” He says, but there’s a curious tone to his voice. “I was joking anyway, but maybe now I’m not.”
“W-what?” He tries to shrink back into his pillow.
Max chuckles. “Aren’t you curious?”
“…Curious?” He asks weakly.
“Yeah, curious if I’m any good at sucking your cock.” He says it so matter of fact that Charles has to put his hand over his mouth to stop himself from groaning. “I could show you, of course, so you’ll be able to judge for yourself.”
His throat feels dry, and he tries not to think about it, about Max’s lips wrapped around his dick, but he’s failing spectacularly. Charles shakes his head. He can’t think about that, it’s not right. Surely Max is joking, he wouldn’t offer that to Charles… and Charles wouldn’t accept anyway, he wouldn’t.
Charles sits upright and shoves the sheets off of him. “I’m going to take a shower.” He announces a bit forcefully.
“Sure,” Max waves his hand dismissively, but Charles can see the amusement on his face. “Have fun.”
And that. That is…
He rushes into their tiny bathroom, quickly locking the door behind him. Have fun, Max said, and he knew exactly what he was saying there. Fuck. That wasn’t…
Charles drops his forehead against the cold tiles and groans loudly.
Really, he doesn’t know what’s worse, that Max drove away Anja, or that he’s still hard, not because he made out with a pretty girl, not because he was supposed to get laid, but because he’s now thinking about what it would feel like to fuck a guy’s mouth.
He steps under the spray of the shower and breathes out slowly.
Fuck it… Max already thinks he’s going to touch himself, he might as well have some fun.