Date: Thu, 18 Nov 2010 18:39:04 -0600 From: Joseph Biggers Subject: "Max and Allan" Chapter 4 "Max and Allan" by Joseph Biggers Disclaimer: This story is entirely fiction. I do not know Max Thieriot or Allan Hyde and this story is not meant to be an actual depiction of either of their lives. I do not make claim to know their true sexuality nor is this story intended to imply that either of them are actually homosexual. Have any questions, comments, criticism, or insults? Contact me at josephbiggers@gmail.com Chapter 4 We took a shower together, but I was now in it alone. It made me kind of nervous that Allan was in my apartment by himself while I was in the shower. Not that I thought he was going to steal something or anything like that, just that I thought this was too personal of a place I wanted him to be just yet. I was happy that he was spending the night tonight. I know, too soon, too early, and all that stuff, but I couldn't help myself. I really wasn't the type to rush things, but if you knew how this didn't feel rushed you would understand better. Our instant fondness for each other just seemed completely natural to me. As the once warm water started to become cold on my back, I hoped it was also natural for him. I spent more time staring in the mirror. Making sure my teeth were brushed spotless, that my facial hair wasn't out of control. Applying extra deodorant. I realized as I stared at my face, at my eyes that things we're going to be different. I've never prepared myself knowing that someone else was going to be so close, so intimate with me, and I couldn't imagine going back. Then I was taken back, what the hell was I doing? Could I really go this far, have I already gone too far? Could I actually try getting into a relationship with another guy? I put on a blue tank top and caught the look in my face. I hated being scared. I opened the bathroom door to see Allan sitting on the couch facing a blank TV. He turned around and smiled at me and I saw that he was reading my favorite book. His smile said it all, did it all for me. I knew then, without any doubt, that I was going to go for it. That I was going to take the risk. That Allan Hyde was probably worth the worse of consequences. I could see the headline now, but more so I could see his eyes. I wanted him, and I just didn't have enough fear to even try and deny that. Once again too early too soon, but I'm not stupid, I know this isn't love, yet. "You were in there a long time," Allan commented not looking away from the book. "Was I?" "Well about twenty minutes." "Sorry." "Don't be." I watched him smile. "I have kept myself entertained," he said holding up my book with a finger wedged in between pages keeping his spot. "You know that's one of my favorites." "No I did not." "Did not what?" "Know it was one of your favorites," he said closing the book and putting it on the coffee table. "It's okay I guess, I read it before." "really...just okay?" I asked. Just then the moment was interrupted by his phone ringing. He quickly dug it from pocket then said, "WOW, give me a minute!" Without waiting for me to respond he hit the send key and began talking in a different language that I assumed was Danish. I am not a jealous person, I don't have any hangups but I immediately came to the realization that he has a whole world outside of me. This thought led me to think about the future and for a few moments I wondered that if I ever did see this going anywhere, how hard would I have to work to be a part of his entire world. I knew it was a lot for my mother to go through, to come to terms with who I really was. Still it has a lot to work to be done. I've never brought anyone around, or introduced her to anyone, but I'm sure she would be weary and uncertain. To add to this I have to say my mother is a very accepting person, and even this journey with her has been much more uphill than down. My father is an entirely different story, he still won't accept that I am not going to someday grow out of this phase and marry a woman. I'm sure if he could take it all back he would have be return to the boy I was, without issue. What kind of parents did Allan have? Were they nice, accepting people? Do they know their son entirely? What culture do these people come from? Are they religious? Conservative? What kind of person was Allan? Was he conservative? Nice? Gay? "Sorry about that," Allan apologized as he looked at his phone. "It's cool." "My mom called to ask how New York was." "How was New York?" "It was very good," he said with a menacing gaze from the right corners of his eyes. "Oh yeah, I was recently in New York also," I joked with him. "Really, and how was your trip?" "I can't remember I was sick the whole time." "OH REALLY?" He rhetorically asked as he jammed a finger in my side. "NO!" I said crumpling over my side at the sensation of being single. He went for another jab but stopped himself in time to say, "you are safe for now." I was still on guard, awaiting another attack. "Calm down, I said you are fine," Allan said from the corner of his mouth. I relaxed my stance. Out of habit to break silence I decided to turn on the TV. As I reached for the remote I felt him press into my armpit. As a reflex my arm flexed down as my whole body leaned into his hand. This time he was unrelenting and crouched on the couch in front of me, putting more effort into tickling me. The sensation of his fingers on my side and in my armpit almost hurt. "Seriously...Allan...Stop!" With that he stopped. I looked around and noticed that I was lying on the couch, in a half fetal position. He laid half over me with all of his weight holding my arms pressed against the couch. It was kind of rough the way he held me there and stared into my eyes with the intensity of the sun. Have you ever had someone that close to you? Looking into you, slightly switching their gaze from eye to eye. Do you know that look? That look that someone has when you can see their true fondness for you? Have you ever got stuck in a moment, that you wanted to stay in forever? "...but I met the most fantastic person," I spoke not breaking my gaze. He let go of his hold on my hands, probably realizing how awkwardly uncomfortable the feeling was than said. "In New York I mean." "Tell me about him?" Allan asked. "I can't." "Why not?" "I don't know what to say." There was a pause when I sat up. I felt the need to still be close to him and rubbed my cheek on his shoulder. "I don't know him that well," I continued. "Do you like him?" "Yes." "I like you too, Max." I already knew that he liked me, but the words still brought me to a different realm of what I thought about him. It made me extremely happy to hear what I already knew. I guess I am a bit insecure by nature, but who isn't? "So can I ask you a personal question?" "No problem," Allan assured me. "So are you just into guys, into guys and girls, like, what is your thing? "What is my thing?" He responded with a smile a lifted eye brow. "Yeah?" "I used to think that it was both when I was younger. I mean I had a girlfriend but in foot ball camp I also had a guy that was pretty much like my boyfriend." "I had something like that before," I added to his explanation. "Yeah and it's just different now, you know?" "So you only like guys?" "Undeniably!" Allan said nodding his head again. "What about you?" "I'm the same, I've known for a few years now," I told him. "What about your family?" He asked me with careful articulation. "They know, my dad's still not good with it, but he'll get over it. What about you?" "Pretty much the same thing here," he said with a chuckle, "mijn father is still coming around." "Mign?" I asked him with an inquisitive smile. "My!" He corrected himself. "There's a first for everything," I said with a laugh. "What do you mean?" Allan asked squinting his eyes. "The first time we met, we watched our first movie together, we had our first kiss, and now this is the first time you've spoken Danglish in front of me?" "What is Danglish?" He asked still with his smiling confusion. "you know...like Spanglish but Danish and English mixed instead." "OH REALLY?" He exclaimed with this crazy smile taking over his face. "Yes really," I responded not intimidated. Again with the attack this time with both of his hands at my sides. I tried to fight him off but was beginning to understand that he was definitely the stronger person. "NO...ALLAN...SERIOUSLY." "Okay," he said and abruptly stopped tickling me." He kept his hands on the sides of my stomach and slowly rested his head in my lap. I could never get tired of that feeling. His touch, it made me so sick sometimes how it made me just want to completely melt. I got that saying now, the whole concept of melting. It's like I was twenty when I first actually understood the whole "have your cake and eat it too" thing. Now I understood, what people meant when the fondness of another makes them want to melt. I always felt like I was above the things that made simpler people filled with delight, but at this moment I understood that the simple things were all that I needed. Nothing else than him was more important. My god when did this happen to me. Allan rolled over so that the back of his head was in my lap and he was facing towards me. I ran my hand the opposite way through his hair. He momentarily closed his eyes. I paused for a moment holding his hair back over the top of his head. "Don't stop." I continued to rub his head. "I love it when you do that," he said to me with a smile. I loved to do it. His hair had dried quickly, earlier, but his hair was still super soft from the shower. I loved the way it felt brushing through my fingers with ease. The way each strand slowly piled on top of another as I rubbed his head from the front to the back. "What are you thinking about?" He asked. "Nothing why?" "I don't know, you just have a very intent look on your face." "Just thinking in general." "About me?" He smiled. "What else is there?" I asked smiling down at him. There was another silent pause. I realized that I never actually did succeed in turning the TV on, but now would just be an inappropriate time. "Max?" "Allan?" "Is all this supposed to happen so soon." "You know, my better judgment says it is." "What do you mean." "I know this is going way too fast Allan." "Me too." "But fuck my better judgment!" "Me too," he said closing his eyes and curling so that the back of his head was pressed against my stomach. We both lied there for awhile. The night was late and there wasn't much else to do. So we got to know each other better, while lying in different positions draped over my living room couch. We talked for so long that I am not sure when but we feel asleep on the couch, me laying half down with my back resting against the arm. Allan laid half on top of me, with his ear pressed into my chest and arms around my sides to my lower back. My arms cradled around his lower shoulders and my chin rested on top of his head. It was the most comfortable I had ever been. We woke up at some point during the mid-morning, after having switched to a less comfortable position. I barely remember Allan waking me up, and us going into my bedroom. I'm sure we instantly fell back asleep in each others arms. My phone vibrated against my nightstand. I heard it but didn't want to acknowledge it. The sun was out at probably about noon. It vibrated a second time. A third time. "Are you going to answer that?" Allan asked. A fourth time. I didn't realize he was awake also. I rolled over to face him. "Let it go to voice mail," I tiredly mumbled with my eyes closed. A fifth and final time. I felt him cuddle into me. I opened my eyes to see that he was facing me with his eyes closed and his arms around me. I snuggled further down until my face was pressed against his chest. "If it's important they'll call back," I said with a lazy muffled voice. He didn't respond, was probably already back asleep. After another dream or two, the vibration came back again. I reached my arm behind me and to the nightstand and grabbed my phone. Never cut off my embrace with Allan. Checked the caller ID and answered, "hello." "Have you forgotten about your mother?" "No mom, good morning." "Good morning, Max sweetie it's almost one in the afternoon." "Shit!" I said sitting up, tilting my alarm clock towards me. "Watch your mouth." "Sorry, sorry for not calling you back earlier but I..." "Late night last night?" "Yeah." "Where did you go." "Nowhere I just stayed home," I explained through a stretch and a yawn. "Uh huh." "Seriously mom, I didn't go anywhere." "Do I still have to worry about you?" "Have you ever had to worry about me." "Only always and forever." There was a short pause. I loved my mom, and was grateful to have her. "Well the reason I called was to remind you about dinner tonight." "I haven't forgotten." "Are you sure?" "No mom, seven tonight, I'll even be early." "Alright Max, I'll call you at six then." "You really don't have to I can..." "Bye sweetie love you." "Love you too," I said with a sigh. "Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww," Allan taunted me while rolling around back in forth in a ridiculous way. "What are you doing?" I asked him. "Nothing why?" he asked while sitting up. "What's with this..." I asked before throwing myself in bed and yelling "awwwwww" as I thrashed around like I was on fire. "Don't you make fun of me," he said with that obscenely cute smile. "Never!" I said sarcastically but grabbed his hand and held it in mine. "Oh really...Danglish?" "It's just so hard to resist." "You know I speak English very well, my father is British." "Obviously." "What is that supposed to mean?" He said with a smirk and quick brow lift. "Not the British part but the part where you speak English, I kind of caught onto that, yesterday," I said as calmly and smoothly as possible. "Oh you are just on top of it this morning." With that he ripped his hand from mine and in came the third attack. This time I didn't take it lying down. Instead of trying to defend my self I went into "offensive mode" and jabbed my fingers into his armpits. He opened his mouth into a huge dorky smile as his eyes bulged and he let out the lamest laugh I heard him capable of yet. I absolutely love that about him, love how simple, pure, and honest his emotions are. Allan was the stronger one of us two, but somehow he was also the most ticklish. He was instantly in the fetal position in the center of my bed, trying to block his armpits, his sides and his stomach all at once. "Mercy...MAX!" "I'll stop under one condition," I said between jabs at his side. "What is that?" "kiss me?" I asked as the sun penetrated his face, cut into lines by the blinds. He looked at me, his eyes glowing somehow. He stretched out from his defensive position sat halfway up and locked his lips with mine. They felt cold to my mouth, his hand cold on the side of my neck, but I loved it. I lowered myself down slowly further and further on top of him. It was neat how great of a kisser he was, this is a skill that cannot be taught. I know it sounds kind of dumb, maybe a bit full of myself, but I think we were made to kiss each other. He was able to match what I was doing, I was able to match what he was doing both with perfection. Or were we just doing the same thing at the same time? Can two people think entirely alike? Allan's hands began to apply pressure to my back and I felt most of my weight transfer on top of him. Our tongues began to barely touch tips as he got more into it. He began to hold me tight, rubbed my head, my back, with a kind of rough force. I loved it. Loved the intensity. He broke our oral embrace, my eyes still closed I tried to find his mouth again. I was surprised to feel it pressed against my chin down my neck and then to my shoulder. I can't explain what it was but it just drove me crazy the way he kissed, he licked, and loved my shoulder. I was already completely ready for anything so I began to grind myself into him. He was just as hard as I was, to which I was not at all surprised. The feeling of him pressing into me as I pressed into him made me tingle. Not even knowing my hands were down there, I began to rub him through his boxers as he easily slipped out. Then he let out a loud moan that kind of scared me. "Are you okay?" I whispered. "Don't stop." So I didn't. I grabbed on to him, his dick felt extremely hot, pulsing in my hand as he opened his mouth wide in ecstasy and we looked into each others eyes. Always with the eyes, so honest, so pure. "Holy shit," I panted as I felt his cold hand go down my briefs and grab hold of me. Instantly a great feeling shot up my dick and it made my whole body tense. "You are amazing," Allan said. I kept my eyes locked on his as I reset my forehead with his and looked down at his beautiful body. I began to lightly pull my hand up and over his head, I was careful to navigate the extra skin as he began to precum. I felt his palm at my base, as the tips of his fingers slightly touched the bottom of my balls. I began to breathe in heavily as he started to keep up with my motion. At first we rubbed each other slowly, trying to be careful. Some time went by and I realized our breathing was in unison. He had this hard look on his face, as his eyes were squinting, I can feel his breath against my chest. Gradually, still in perfect uniformity, our hands began to move faster, than faster until I could almost feel it. I had to stop myself. It took so much of me, to try and concentrate on not losing it. It was so hard. He shivered and all the muscles in his body kept flexing. The sweat glistened on his chest, and across his nipples. His face was so beautiful as he was on the same cloud as I was on. Then he began to whisper in my ear, "I loved it when you were inside of me." "In Danish." And he said it again in Danish. "I loved being deep inside of you." He moaned loudly. "I loved feeling your warmth tighten around me." He let out a noise even louder. "I want to cum with you." His final moan and what was astounding as we both began to cum at the same exact time. Both moaning louder than the walls could hide. I collapsed on top of him and we were both still in mid-spurt. I could still feel the warmth spread between us as I we breathed heavily into each other necks. Again I was completely out of breath. My limbs and face were numb. So much of me, extremely sensitive to the touch. I sat up enough to kiss him for a moment before sitting up completely. The rough look on his face began to dissipate into a slight smile. I felt it too. "What will your neighbors think?" Allan asked making a "yikes" face. "Scandal!" I jokingly responded. I looked around, at Allan, at myself, at the bed, then let out a small chuckle. "What is so funny?" He asked me. "Even when we just jack each other off we make a huge mess." He made that same adorable "yikes" face again. I stood to my feet and gave myself a good stretch. A mixture of both of our cum was still on both of us so I grabbed him by the hands and walked him to the shower. I turned on the hot water and we both stepped in. I guess we just didn't get enough. Not enough of each other or the stream of warm water. We kissed beneath the singular shower head and at the moment I wished there was more than one. The feeling was great to be with him beneath the flow of water. To be able to run my warm hands completely over Allan's wet naked body. His stuck to the side of his head and he had a bit of trouble brushing of the strands that were stuck to his forehead. I ran my hands through his wet hair. The light above him glistened off of his shoulders, and his smooth chest. I circled my finger around his nipple as I rubbed it with my thumb. He turned around so that the back of him was completely pressed into the front of me. I began to kiss the back of his wet head, through his wet hair. Slowly I moved to kiss the back of his neck. I could see the goosebumps begin to form so I pulled him back into the hot water stream. He let out of a soft moan. I worked my hands down his slightly muscular and smooth back until they both find the perfection of his slight mounds. I began to massage them with both of my hands and he reciprocated by rubbing himself against me. "Are you feeling adventurous?" I whispered into his air. "Maybe?" he questioned with an uncertain voice. "Stop me if you want me to stop." "Okay," he agreed. I slightly pushed him forward so that I would have room to work. I slid my hands from his ass up to his lower back, then to the tops of his shoulders. I held my hands there to keep my balance as I continued to kiss his neck. Slowly I slit my tongue down to area between his perfectly defined shoulders. He reached his left hand and held on my right as his body tensed up. Going down further I let my mouth explore his lower back, the incredibly hot dimples above his ass as he continued to shiver. Trusting that the water had run it's course, I let go of his shoulders, grabbed on to his sides and slid my face behind the perfect cleft of his ass. He tensed even harder as I reached up to spread him apart and let my tongue find his warm hole. "OH WOW!" Allan let out in a sigh. "Are you okay?" I asked him. "Don't stop." Using both of my hands I carefully parted his cheeks and put my tongue back to his hole. He lost all control as he reached back and grabbed the sides of my head and pushed himself back into my face. "That feels so good, oh wow!" Somehow the feeling was good for me too. I carefully explored his ass for a few more minutes with my mouth. I loved feeling its muscles flex with my face as I continued to lick his hole. "FUCK ME!" He said so loud I was glad I lived alone. I quickly stood up and opened the shower door. I reach out and grabbed the hand lotion pump, quickly squirted some on my dick and rubbed it in. He all but yanked it from my hands and lubed his finger with it. I watched him take his index finger as he carefully lubed his hole with the lotion. I became so incredibly hard at this sight I could have came right then and there if I wasn't careful. He put both of his hands on the wall and lifted his leg up so that his foot was on the edge of the tub. I grabbed his leg from the bottom for extra support and positioned myself to slowly slide into him. Without any reservation what so ever he pushed back into me upon feeling the tip of my dick enter his ass. We both let out simultaneous moans at the feeling of this initial penetration. I wasted no time but kept my motions slow, kept them careful. He would have none of that. "HARDER!" He demanded as he grabbed me by my ass and forced me forward. Again both of us let out a loud moan. Fuck the neighbors! I followed his lead and began to thrust deeper into Allan. Then I picked up a faster motion and he began to moan very loudly. "Are...you...okay?" I managed to ask through slamming thrusts. "Oh...yes...FUCK..YES!" His ass clenched tight around my dick and I began to think I was hurting him. "HARDER!" He demanded again almost standing straight up. I pounded into him as hard as I could. His upper body was completely leaned back into me as I began to bite his shoulder and chest. I couldn't believe what I was feeling and his loud moans said he was somewhere similar. Out of nowhere he ripped his shoulder from my mouth, bent forward and I could feel him convulsing beneath me. After two spurts I could feel mine coming from up my shaking legs and spraying from the tip of my dick. One last thrust I threw myself as far into him as possible as I fell crumpled over his body, both of us grasping on to the wall, completely out of breath. I held him up with my arm wrapped around his chest and kissed the back of his neck. I could feel myself getting soft inside of him and we both flinched and moaned at the feeling of me pulling out. The water wasn't as hot as it was in the beginning and I knew we were out of time. Tired as I was I grabbed the shampoo, lathered some in my hands and rubbed it into his perfect light brown hair. Probably not his natural color. He took the bottle from my hands and did the same to me. After rinsing the shampoo we did the same with the conditioner, than the body wash. At first I thought the idea was weird, bathing someone else, but I just kind of went with it. The water was cold before we were completely rinsed off. We stood at the mirror with towels wrapped around our waist's. I was unprepared for any type of guest so all I had to offer him was one of the disposable heads for my electronic tooth brush. We brushed our teeth together and after I lent him a clean t-shirt to wear home. "Max?" Allan said on the ride home. "Allan?" "What does all of this mean?" I took a left turn after traffic cleared. The evening was calm after a short spring shower. "I guess it means a lot." "But I guess what I am trying to ask you, is what does this mean to you?" I thought for a moment about his question. "Honestly I don't know, I think I do, but you know, it's just way too early to say." "I know what you mean," Allan assured me. "What...what does it mean to you?" I stuttered over my question. He broke his concentration of the passing street and said, "It means a lot to me too, Max." I made a right turn and the conversation grew as silent as some random station on the radio would allow. I pulled up in front of his apartment building and was happy when he did not go to get out right away. I looked to the front of the car, then the back. "It should be fine," I said looking out of the side window, "Can I walk you to your door?" "Please," he said with a smile. We both got out of the car and I looked around again to make sure we were alone on his street. I grabbed him by the hand as we walked up the steps to his building reaching the door. "What does this mean for us?" He asked me. "I have no idea. But I want it to mean something." "Me too." I grabbed both of his hands so I could look him in the eyes, "I want to be with you." "How?" Allan asked with a lost look in his eyes. "Like you know, BE with you." "I want to be with you too but I mean how can we make this work." I thought about it for a moment as I'm sure I had the same troubled look on my face as he had on his. "This is going to be very hard Max." "I know." "But do you really know what we risk." I bit my lip and thought about it for a minute longer. "I don't want to risk it..." "I understand," he said and immediately let go of my hands. "No! No Allan!" I reached my hands to hold his face. "The only thing I don't want to risk, is not knowing you. We can figure the rest out later." He didn't say anything, he simply wrapped his arms around my neck. His strength and warmth radiated from him immensely this moment. He buried his face into my neck and nodded his head, "Okay." I pulled his face from my shoulder and gave him a simple kiss on the lips. Nothing too heavy, no tongue, just a simple embrace. We hugged for a moment longer. "Good night Allan," I said with a kiss on his forehead. "Good night Max." I stepped a few steps away. "Looks good on you." I complimented him on the way back to my car. "Thank you...dork." He said looking down at my shirt he was wearing. I reached my car, opened the door and gave him one last look. "Bye." "Bye." He turned and went into the building and I continued to dinner with my family. Like it or not, I had a ton to tell them about.