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Bradley hears a knock at his door, he sighs and goes to check who it is. The moment his hand even remotely brushes against the doorknob is the exact moment his door gets kicked open and somebody invites themself in.
"Heeeeyyy! Nice place you got here man!" says a voice.
"WHO ARE YO-, oh, it's just you Max." says Bradley, sounding surprisingly disappointed for a man who thought he was just about to be the victim of an organized attack.
Max begins walking around his dorm, Bradley follows him.
"Max, what are you doing here? I thought I told you no unexpected bursting ins!" says Bradley.
"Ooooooofff...major oof Brad! Your room's in shambles, this how you present it to a GUEST? Hmmm?" inquires Max.
"Ohhhhh cool it with that freshman! Don't act like you didn't just invade my sweet private sanctum!" shouts Bradley.
"Phrasing Brad, we're not in bed." says Max.
"D'oh!! Shut it!!" retorts Bradley, upset at the filthy comment.
Max grabs a pair of pants off the floor, raises it high in the air, and examines it for any stains.
"Wow man, your room's even more unkempt than mine! That's impressive, especially given how pampered you must be!" teases Max.
"Quit flirting Goof, you stupid freshman!" snarls Bradley, irritatedly snatching his pants out of his grubby mitts and tosses the pair aside.
Max runs over to the his clothing closet with much pep in his step, Bradley terrifiedly attempts to stop him.
"HEY, WAI-"
Max opens the closet, revealing all his dorky costumes and uniforms to his fellow college student. Max chortles at the sight of this, much to the ever-so increasing chagrin of Bradley.
"Christ Brad! And I thought I was a loser," giggles Max, taking a closer examination of his costumes as Bradley is helpless to watch and blush at the sight this horrible violation of his privacy.
"Let's see what else we got here....some more robes, a plastic crown, some kind of weird Viking helmet, annnnnddd...huh? What's this?" questions Max, taking out a dusty old book of his and brushing it off.
Bradley's horror spikes, Max has no clue the power he wields over him during this very moment.
"Put that back Max!" demands Bradley, only serving to make Max more curious.
"Hmmm...why should I?" questions Max.
"Uhhh-, uhm, uhm-, o-oh! OH! I-I-I know why! Because if you doooooo....I'lllllllll-, uhhhhhhhh..." trails Bradley, unable to get his offer across in time.
"Yeah no thanks, I'm reading it." declares Max.
"NO, NO WAIT-"
Max opens up the book to find some really nerdy shit inside, like SUPER nerdy, and dorky of course.
"Christ Brad! This just keeps getting better and better! Not only are you a dork that likes playing religious dress up like some kind-a' cult, but you're also into this roleplaying stuff?? That's hilarious!" teases Max, laughing directly at him.
"Screw you Max! God you're the worst boyfriend ever! Why did I ever think dating you was a good idea?!" shouts Bradley, putting an immediate stop to the whimsical laughter and facial expression of Max.
"Whoa whoa whoa, hey let's not say that...little mean isn't it?" says Max, approaching Bradley with a laxed and gentle demeanor.
"Hmph!" exclaims Bradley, jerking his head away from Max with his eyes closed shut to let him know that he's getting stonewalled by him.
"Aw c'mon, don't be like that Brad. I-I thought it was cute, sorry if I took my teasing a bit far..." says Max, his voice apologetic but still playful.
Bradley still has his head turned away from him.
"Hey...I think I know something that'll cheer you uuuup~! Maybe even brighten your day! All you gotta do is turn that head back over to me huh?" requests Max, vaguely offering something as an attempt to gain his attention.
Bradley's head is still facing away from his, Max rolls his eyes.
"Come on man, you really gonna let me take the lead on this one?" questions Max.
Bradley stonewalls, staying silent as he continues doing so.
"Alright, guess I'll have to then..." says Max, a sigh breaching out his mouth as he hurries his way over to Bradley's other side.
Bradley still has his eyes closed shut and head raised at a crooked angle that's somewhat on the ceiling, and somewhat on the wall. He can't see it, but he can feel Max's fingers and free hand pulling his head and face lower, low enough that he feels some kind of warm sensation....a rather tender one?
What is it?
Bradley opens his eyes, oh my god Max is kissing him. For the first time ever, only mere days into their relationship, and he's kissing him...
He pulls away, rather skiddishly.
Max is smiling at him, his blush increases.
"Did you like it~?" flirtatiously asks Max.
"I-I-, w-why only days after we just started dating?? Shouldn't we have saved that for l-l-later or something??..." stammers Bradley, hyperfocusing on what just happened.
"But I wanted to do it now, later wouldn't have been right." says Max.
"Okay, okay, whatever....well? What now freshman?" asks Bradley, anticipant to hear what his answer might be.
Max thinks on it for a second, his flirty grin tells Bradley all about whatever conclusion he must've come to.
"You want another, Brad~?" asks Maxie, further flustering Bradley.
"N-Now just wait a minute...hold on here! I uhh-, heheheee! I-"
Max cuts his nervous stammering off by gently grasping at his face again.
"Come on, we could both use it," says Max, making Bradley gulp down his anxious feelings over this.
"F-Fi-Fine....just-, do better than the first one." says Bradley, bitterly rolling his eyes to try and conceal his true feelings about this.
"You got it," replies Max, pulling him in for another embracing of the lips, this one far less meaningful but far more appealing to Bradley.
The kiss is a divine sensation of soft flesh moving through a series of rhythmic touches against and into one another, like two doves flying together, then apart.
Then it ends, again.
As they intimately stare into each other's milky eyes, their orbiting spheres inhabiting their souls to bare witness to, Max gets cold feet and tries to escape.
"I should probably get going now, but this was-"
Bradley cuts him off, grabbing his arm to put a swift end to his deceitful escape.
"Where do you think you're running off to? I'm not satisfied quite yet freshman!" Bradley gleefully demands, dragging Max right back over to him.
"Wai-wai-wait...wh-what do you mean Brad? I thought you didn't like this..." says Max.
"Yeah well, I changed my mind." says Bradley, leaning his head in closer like he's about to kiss him again.
"You okay with sticking around for another? Or do I gotta do some convincing?" questions Bradley.
"...I can spare at least one more freebie," says Max, a giddy smile of dorkiness imprinted across his face.
"Come here then," Bradley orders, pulling him in for another kiss.