Date: Tue, 23 Nov 2010 21:08:37 -0600 From: Joseph Biggers Subject: Max and Allan Chapter 5 "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 5 Max: My dads going to come over tomorrow 2 show me how 2 turn up my water heater. I sent that last text as i was leaving the restaurant for home. But I was practically home by the time i got a response. Allan: should you be texting right now??? Max: Its cool dinner is over im almost home. After a few minutes I pulled up to my building and parked my car in the rear. As i was getting my stuff together from the car to go inside I felt mypocket vibrating again. Allan: that was fast?!? did something happen? Max: Nah were just fast eaters. Allan: LOL! I guess so :) Max: I didnt wake u up did i? Allan: no i just got out of the shower when i got your first msg. Max: I just walked in the door a few minutes ago. Allan: so when are we going to hang out again? Max: Lol @ "hang out" i wanna c u soon, i'm pretty much free all day tomorrow?!? Allan: i have something in the morning :( Max: Afternoon? Allan: okay, i can be good by one. Max: Do you want me to pick you up? Allan: why don't you come here? Max: to your place? I can do that. Allan: yeah, i'll cook or something. Max: sounds good to e. Allan: e? Max: LOL did you have to ask? e=me! Allan: oh LOL, don't make fun of me :( Texting seemed to take forever. This whole conversation had already dragged out an hour and i was super exhausted from the past few days. So I just broke down and called him. "Hello," Allan greeted me. "Hey." "Hi Max." "I know it's late." "You're fine," he said with a smile. "I just wanted to say good night in stead of texting it." There was a very long pause, too long in my opinion. "Well are you going to say it?" Allan asked, and I could hear the smile on his face. "I'll see you tomorrow than, one at your place?" "Yes, one, at my house." "Alright then." "Alright!" "Good night Allan." "Good night Max." "Bye." "Good bye." I hit the end button on my phone. Immediately i went through to reread the text thread that we sent back and forth earlier. I think i was becoming addicted to him. I reread each text at least twice before plugging my phone into the charger. There was just something about reliving those moments that I couldn't resist. Even now I still have "the best of" his text messages locked on my phone. Sometimes when i want to remember the best things he's ever electronically said to me, i go through them again, and again. The room was finally dark at the end of my day. Except for a street light shining through my blinds. I thought I should get a curtain for that window. My blankets felt cold as i slid my feet beneath them. I liked this feeling. Kind of like that game you play where your move your head to the cool part of your pillow, a leg to a colder part of your bed. I loved my space. I loved my freedom. We only spent the one night together. But already I missed having him cuddled beside me. I lied awake for another hour, staring at the shadowed walls. Somewhere in that time I fell asleep to the sound of soft rain. I woke up early that morning. I felt a need to get back into a swing of my normal routine so I made myself get fully up and got changed into my running clothes. I grabbed my keys, a hat and some sun glasses after my yoga stretches in the living room. At first I ran down my street. The morning was still kind of cold but the where the sun was coming up between the houses and the buildings it was getting warm. A made a left at the end of the street and continued the ten minute run to the beach. I could feel the sun rising behind me, and as I cast a shadow I could see him getting shorter. The ocean sounds grew louder as I made it to the trail and turned right to run along the area between the beach and private properties. I ran for another thirty minutes, each muscle flex filling me with a slight euphoria. I was growing a bit out of breath as the sun began to heat my right side intensly. I turned back and jogged the forty minutes home. As I unlocked the dead bolt I could feel the double vibration my phone has when I've missed a call. "Good morning," I said after returning the call. "Up late again?" "No mom." "Did I wake you?" "No actually, I just got back from running, I've been up for at least two hours thank you very much." "Alright calm down." I hated when she told me to calm down. "So I had a good conversation with your father this morning..." "Oh really?" I interrupted her as I took off my shoes and zippered sweatshirt. "Not let me finish," she continued, "He had a good chance to sleep on it and I, WE decided that we should meet this Allan boy you're seeing." "Mom, I don't know, it's really too early for that kind of thing." "Now you're father has come a long way Max, I'm sure..." "It's not him that I'm really worried about." "Is it me?" "No mom," I chuckled, "It's just, I mean I just met him a week ago, things are already moving too fast as it is." "What do you mean too fast?" She interrogated me with concern in her voice. "Nothing bad it's just...I don't want to rush him into this." "Well you just said things we're moving too fast, so why not continue with the momentum?" "Mom seriously, I don't know if were ready to cross that line." "Max...there isn't anything that you're NOT ready for." "Flattery will get you nowhere mom." "Liar." I let out a long sigh. "I'll ask him later when I see him." After my shower I searched my kitchen for something to eat. The maid service arrived in time for me to realize that I pretty much had next to nothing in my cabinets and refridegerator. I wished the maid a good morning, left a twenty on the coffee table for her tip and went off to breakfast. I brought my book with me and read it at a small diner while I at a small breakfast of a bagel, an english muffin, a chopped up apple, and orange juice. I should have went to the gym instead of wasting the rest of my morning watching TV. I guess I was pretty worn out from my morning run. It was the first day of spring, and it was obvious the way the sun now shined through my windows that the hotter days were coming. It was a beautiful day out. I let the fresh air in but hated the way the breeze knocked the blinds into the window frame. At the same time I hated having the blinds wide open. I didn't remember falling asleep to something on the History Channel. My phone vibrating against my chest is what woke me up. Allan: im ready whenever you are. I hit the end key to see that it was already one fifteen. I jumped off the couch and ran to my room. I immediately called Allan. "Hi Max," he answered his phone. "I'm so sorry Allan, I passed out on the couch but I'm changing now and I'll be leaving in, like, five minutes. Allan kind of laughed at me, "It's okay, don't hurry." "I'm sorry." "It's fine, I'm still here." "I didn't mean to..." "Stop apologizing Max, it's okay!" "I know, you just gotta know that I'm not that kind of person." "It's okay, but I have something to ask you when you get here." "What's that?" I asked in response to the seriousness in his voice. "When you get here." I hated having to wait for things like this. All I could do was go through every possible scenario of what Allan was going to ask me. A few more minutes I reached my destination. Walking up his steps I wished that the beep my car made when I activated the alarm was much quieter. "Come in," Allan greeted me with a warm smile. "Welcome to my home." It was so cliche how he said that last line. I've heard it countless times in movies. I loved whatever he said. The temperature outside was beautiful however inside Allan's apartment it had to be about ten to fifteen degrees warmer. I looked around the living room and the first thing I noticed was how clean the place smelled and looked. He hadn't lived in Los Angeles, or the US for that matter, for very long but I still expected some type of 'organized mess.' His decorating style was somewhere where plain meets uncluttered. Very reminiscent of my grandmother who hated things hanging on the wall or cluttering up her table tops. "Nice place," I complimented his small apartment. "Thank you," he said walking back towards the Kitchen. The kitchen opened into the living room, which was only seperated by an island countertop with stools pushed up to it. I sat at one of the stools, left my keys on the table and watched him cook with a towel slung over his shoulder. "Where did you learn how to cook?" I asked him. "My mother taught me a lot." I nodded my head. "What about you, do you know how to cook?" "NO, no!" He chuckled and turned from the stove to look at me over his shoulder, "why not?" "My mom never taught me." "She didn't?" He asked with concern in his voice. "No I mean, it's not like I ever asked her. It's just never really been my thing." "I like it a lot. There is just something very satisfying about it all." "What are you making anyway?" "Cow tongue." "Oh!" I immediately responded to this disgusing menu. "Can you grab out some plates and stuff while I finish this up?" "Yeah, no problem," I responded still taken aback by what he was cooking. "Calm down Max," he laughed, "It's not tongue, just chicken with alfredo sauce and pasta." "You suck, I totally believed you. What kind of alfredo are you making? I love Classico." "Oh, I am making mine homemade." "Really?" "Yes." "You must know what you're doing." "It's really just a simple sauce Max, nothing too complicated really. But to answer your question...yes! I know what I am doing." "You're supposed to be humble Mr. Hyde." "Says who?" He asked leaning over the opposite side of the counter from me licking the side of a mixing spoon. "Me." "Mmmmm, want to try it." "I don't know, is it good?" "Well how would you know if you don't try it?" He swipped a finger across the back of the spoon and held it out. So much had definitely changed with the way I saw things. If I could go back in time two weeks ago and tell myself that I would be in Allan's kitchen, licking alfredo from his index finger, well I would have just called me crazy. "How is it?" "It's pretty good," I answered him with complete sincerity. "It doesn't taste burned at all?" "No why?" "Well with all cheese sauces, you have to cook it low because they can easily burn. Sometimes it's hard for me to tell if I cooked it for too long." "No it's perfect." "Good." Allan constantly amazed me. He was extremely beautiful. Very intelligent. Funny. Honest. Compassionate. Humble. And he could cook like a pro. We finished eating and I didn't come as close to clearing my plate as he did. "What's so funny?" Allan asked me. "Nothing." "Tell me!" "Don't think this is mean but it's been awhile since i've seen someone eat like that." "Like what?" "I don't know, I mean, I shouldn't have blinked." "I don't know what you mean?" "Nevermind." I said realizing I was laughing at how fast he wolfed down his food. "Maaaaax," he whined my name out. "It's just that you ate really fast." "So I'm fat?" "No Allan! You know I didn't mean it like that!" "I know, Max, calm down," he said with a smile. "So didn't you want to ask me something earlier?" I remembered as soon as I reminded him. He just made that "yikes face" and pretended to pick at his plate. "What is it Allan?" "I was hoping I would not have to ask this." I waited for him to continue and looked at him with anticipation. "Well...?" "My parents want to meet you." Allan blurted out. "Your parents?" "Well mostly my mother I am sure she speaks for my father," he explained. "That's insane!" "I know, I am so sorry to drop this on you so soon, I mean, we do not know eachother that well yet even." "I know Allan but..." It was my turn to pretend to pick at my plate. "But what?" "My parents want to meet you also." "Your parents do too?" He asked. "Well you know, it's mostly my mother also." "Of course I will meet them," Allan assured me. It only took another moment for me to think about it. "Me too, I guess it will be worth it." "Worth what Max?" "Worth the stress to meet the people who created you." "Awww." "So when are they going to be in town again?" I asked him. Back to his plate with his fork twirling cold, stale pasta. "Is it going to be soon or something?" "Not exactly," he said before shoving the forkfull into his mouth. "What then?" He spoke with a full mouth, "they are not coming to town." "You mean...oh...OH!" "Mmm Hmm," he nodded swallowing his bite. Another moment of thought went by. "Well what the hell I've never been to Scandanavia." "Seriously, you will go that far?" He asked with excitement while wiping his mouth. "Of course." "Good!" "When were you thinking?" I asked him. "In a few weeks, unless that is too soon?" "No it should be fine." "What about your family, when should we meet with them?" I realized there was nothing set in stone just then. "I don't know, I still have to call my mom. The sooner the better if that's okay with you, maybe this weekend?" There was a moment of silence as Allan went through the calander on his phone, "I can't on Friday but I am not doing anything on Saturday. "Then Saturday it is." Allan got up and went to the Kitchen area to start cleaning up. "Let me help you with that." "What did you say?" He asked shutting off the sink. "Nothing," I shook my head and stacked our plates. "What do you want to do tonight?" I scraped the leftover pasta into the garbage. I loved spending time at home with him but a part of me was craving more this night. "Do you want to go out?" I asked him. "Where?" He asked with a surprised look on his face. "I don't know, where ever? Where do you go when you go out?" "Nowhere that we will be safe." That reality did dawn on me when I knew I wanted to go out. The reality that I wouldn't be able to dance with him, to hold his arm, to rest my head, to kiss him, or even look at him with the eyes that he possesses. I knew that if we went out under the watchful Los Angeles public eye we would be extremely limited on eachother. But fuck it, we needed to get out. "I'll keep you safe," I assured him while wrapping my arms around his waist from behind so they wrapped around to his stomach. "Safe from who? You?" He asked turning around so that he was leaning against the counter and we were facing each other. "Never any guarantee there." I whispered before leaning in for a soft kiss and stroke of his cheek. I backed off and leaned against the opposite counter and watched him as he finished loading the dish washer. A part of me wanted to smack him in the ass when he bent over but the reservation of respect stopped me from doing it. He changed out of the clothes he cooked in and into black dress pants and a black sweater. He looked incredibly hot, especially when he dressed so plain. "So, where exactly are we going tonight?" I asked Allan. "Honestly, I don't really know where to go." "Where do you normally go?" "Mostly just restaurants, coffee houses, places like that." "Hmm," I hummed in disapproval. "What hmm?" "You've never been to a bar or club?" "Yes, but only for special events." "WOW!" "I am not old enough to drink yet, MAX." He said jabbing a finger in my side. I forgot that Allan was only twenty. In a lot of ways I felt that he was older than me. "Age is relative," I assured him. "What do you mean?" "I mean I can probably get you in somewhere no problem." "...and if you can't?" "Then we tried." "I don't know Max, that could be embarassing." "Well we won't know unless we try." I am not a fan of drinking and driving so it took us about an hour to make it out to the club that night, thirty minutes of that time spent waiting for a cab. It was a rainy wednesday night and when we got out of the cab we both ran for the cover of the canopy covering the front door. Without hesitation the bouncer let us in upon seeing my face. Not that I was big shit or anything, but if you stick with the normal haunts you tend to gain some credibility. "What do you want to drink?" I asked him, knowing that it could only be me who ordered at the bar. "Are you sure you want to risk this?" "It'll be fine," I assured him again. "How about Gammel Dansk?" "A gamble what?" "Just get me a Heineken." Allan said with a smile over my mispronounciation of that word. The club was moderately busy. It did not take long for me to return to our tables with two drinks. Allan was looking around and was kind of caught up in a small surprise when I put the bottles down on the table. "How much do I owe you?" He asked me. "Don't worry about it." "Are you sure." "It's fine, I got it." I watched him for a moment, it was obvious that he was tense. He looked around with his eyes before he took the slightest sip from his drink. "It's okay Allan, everything will be alright." "I know, I am just very nervous." Fifteen minutes later we were drinking round two. I could tell he was starting to loosen up a bit as he was only half as paranoid as when we first walked in. "This music sucks!" I yelled leaning towards Allan. "It is not that bad, it's starting to grow on me," he said slightly bobbing his head to the sound. "Right!" Cocktail number three came along and I was already starting to buzz. "How are you feeling?" I asked him. "I am doing great," he responded with a thumbs up. "Do you want to do a shot?" "Of what?" "Have you ever had Tequila Rose?" "I don't think so?" Allan responded. Round four and I got two shots with our two drinks. I was already begging to let loose of my thought processes. "Does it burn?" He asked me. "No. Have you ever had pepto bismol?" "Yes." "Well, it's kind of like pepto bismol meets nyquil." "What? And this is supposed to be good?" "Trust me, ready?" He lifted the shot glass and tapped it against mine. Then I counted down, "1, 2, 3." "It's like chalk." Allan commented while putting his glass down. "Yeah just not as chunky." I think it's safe to say that as that last shot began to coarse it's way into our blood streams, we were in the beginning stages of being drunk. "Are you ready for another one?" He nodded his head yes. I took the shot glasses and empty bottles back to the bar when I went to order round five. Sure they have servers that take care of that type of thing but it seems that having an underage drinker at my table was a good enough reason to keep all staff at bay. Now that I was standing at the bar, my blood flowing harder, I could feel the intoxication a little bit harder. On my way back to the table I noticed Allan was really into the song and his eyes were squinted a little bit. "Are you drunk Mr. Hyde? "What is it with American's and that story?" He asked. "What story?" "You know, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde." "Honestly I never thought about that but now that you mention it I could totally see it." "Don't make fun of me," Allan said with that cute smile. I couldn't help but lock eyes with him, this was dangerous in a room full of people. "Oh my god, it's Godric, and you're Max Thieriot!" A young woman said with excitement. Immediately I broke my gaze into Allan's eyes, just then remembering where we were, just then wondering who had already noticed. "Actually my name is Allan..." "And my last name is pronounced Thieriot." "Sorry, I'm sure you guys get this a lot but i'm such a huge fan." "It's okay," Allan spoke first. The thought going through my mind was not so nice. I couldn't imagine that of all the times to be noticed there was a worse time. "Can you sign something for me?" She asked padding her pockets and shaking your head. "No problem." Allan answered her for both of us. "I don't have anything?" She said still padding her pockets. "We can just do it on a napkin," I suggested. We singed our autographs and she let us be but still watched from across the room. "So now we're being watched," I commented finishing up round five. "I think she likes you Max." "No way, it was all you." "What makes you so sure?" "I just know." Allan polished off his drink. "You know I'm not ready to go home but..." "...we can't stay here?" Allan finished my sentence. "Exactly." "We can go somewhere else?" Allan suggested. "Anywhere in mind?" "Maybe somewhere that has an outdoor patio, it is very nice out tonight." I ran a list of establishments though my head, trying to single out one with a good outdoor patio. "Or we could just drink on the beach?" He added with a smile. "That sounds great," I agreed trying not to seem too drunk. Luckily for us the beach was only a few blocks from the club and I bought a small bottle of Tequila Rose to go. "Are you feeling brave?" Allan asked me as we walked the side street to the coast. "Always!" He didn't say anything, but in the dark I felt his hand grab on too mine. I never thought I would be that person, walking down the street, holding hands with another man. It all seemed so insanely right. The few times a car passed by we mutally let go of each others hands. Embracing Allan in any way was great but it was sad that we had to do this in the secrecy and cover of night. We made it to the beach in time to see a cop drive by the entrance, probably on some random patrol. "Are we not supposed to be here?" Allan asked. "Probably not." I took a drink from the bottle and passed it to Allan. In his cautious way, he looked up and down the street before taking a drink. "Should we just go somewhere else?" He asked while handing me back the bottle. "Nah. As long as we make it in they won't actually see us from where they drive by." The street was void of people or cars. Allan grabbed my hand again as we walked to the beach. "There are not too many stars," Allan commented on the night sky. "It's Southern California!" "I know I just miss the stars sometimes. At home you can see a lot more." He sat on the sand, with his feet flat resting his arms propped up on his knees. I sat down between his legs and leaned back into him. "What's so great about the stars?" I asked him before taking another drink from the bottle. He took the bottle from my hand and unscrewed the top. "Everything!" He said before drinking. "Kind of like you," I said while grabbing hold of his right arm and resting the side of my head on it. I didn't see it coming, so I kind of jumped when I felt Allans lips touch to the exposed side of my neck. I couldn't help but smile a rediculous smile. "What," Allan asked chuckling. "Nothing, that just feels so good." He didn't say anything. Allan continued to kiss my neck down to my shoulder. With a lot of strength he wrapped his arms up and around my sides so that he held me tight against his body, his hands pressed into my chest. I lifted my head from his arm and he began to kiss the back of my neck. I could feel the goosebumps down my back grow as he scooted forward so that he was pressed entirely into my back side. I sat straight up and leaned into him as much as possible. With one hand pressed into my chest, and one barely holding my chin, he began to kiss the side of my face, the tips of my ears, and the right side of my neck. The senses were severely dulled by the alcohol but I could still feel him pressing into my lower back. It brings a kind of sense of comfort, feeling his hardening dick presses against me. He stopped kissing my neck long enough to whisper, "we are all alone," into my other ear. I closed my eyes, not needing to look around to confirm whether or not he was right. The sound of the waves and his heavy breathing was all that I needed to feel safe. I began to feel him grind into me. Well at least the best he could as we were still in the sitting position. The feeling was intense. Not like I felt before. Before when it came to this I mostly enjoyed being the one to do the fucking not the one to get fucked. Tonight was different in so many ways. The harder I got, the more I thought about it, the more I wanted nothing more than to feel Allan inside of me. He let out a soft moan after I reached my hand around to grab ahold of him through his pants. He got up to his knees and just the way he held himself said that I he needed to dominate. I fell down to my back and grabbed him by the arms so that he would follow me. Our drunken kiss was so sloppy, unlike the previous graceful embraces that we shared. I loved it though, his clumsy lips, his clumsy tongue. It fed into that animal instinct feeling that began to grow ealier. He positioned himself so that he was completely on top of me, but with my legs spread out, his rested between mine. "Allan?" "Max?" "I came prepared," I admitted taking out a small bottle of lotion. He laughed at it and said, "we gotta stop this lotion, I'd like to feel something else for a change." He continued to kiss my neck and my breathing was almost as loud as the waves. "It's not for you." He stopped kissing me and looked into my eyes, his face only inches from mine. "I can see the moon," I said looking at the sliver that was over his right shoulder. "Me too," he whispered before leaning in for another sloppy kiss. Both of us were shirtless in no time. Allan took of my shoes as I laid flat on the sand. His hand gave me a tickling sensation as he touched my bare feet. I undid my belt on my pants and he grabbed hold of both the waist band of my blue briefs and jeans. He pulled everything down my legs until I was completely naked on the beach. "Your turn." "I know," he said standing up to let his clothes fall off of him. "Your nipples are hard." "So are yours." "It's cold out." "I know." Allan got back down to the kneeling position in front of my legs. I laid back down flat on the ground. Slowly he ran his hands from my ankles to my inner thighs. His fingers felt cold as they brushed across my flesh. Slowly he spread both of my legs. I was completely vulnerable at this moment, it was almost scary. He placed himself between my thighs, with both of my legs spread around him. Seeing his naked body was enough to put me at enough ease to enjoy this. First he took my right leg, and lifted it so that my ankle was resting on his left shoulder, than with my left leg. "Is it too cold?" Allan asked with concern in his voice. "No why?" I answered, actually feeling a little hot from the anticipation. "You're shivering." "I guess I'm just nervous." Allan leaned over me so that our faces were a few inches apart and softly said, "we don't have to do this." "No, I want it." I was locked in with his eyes and over the waves I heard the sound of the small bottle snap shut. Almost without warning I felt his finger tip pressing into my most sensitive area. Slowly and carefully he pressed his finger into me, a centimeter at a time. I did not feel much pain. "That...feels...incredible." Again I heard the bottle snap and a moment later Allan's body moved into position. At first it felt intrusive and I waited any moment for some sort of intense pain, but it didn't come. Slowly, like his finger before, Allan slid down into me. The look on his face was intense and his eyes seemed to burn from blue to green to blue again. I felt the hair of his pubes pressed into my balls and knew he was entirely into me. "Are you okay?" I nodded my head. Allan began to withdraw and I felt like I had no control. My muscles began to tighten and almost push him out of me. He stopped making sure to leave the tip inside of me. This time he pushed in a little bit faster and again I felt his body against mine as he made it all the way in. "You feel so good." I didn't respond. Words were almost rendered useless. With great skilly he picked up his slow rythym to move just a little bit faster, a little bit harder each time he slowly slid into me. The feeling with so great it felt like I almost didn't even need to touch myself. I kept my hands on his sides so that I could feel his muscles as his rythym got even stronger, even quicker. I couldn't help but begin to moan loudly. Allan leaned down so that he could kiss me and instantly I was out of breath. When I took my face away to breath I felt the unbelieveble sensation of his tongue running along my neck and his teeth nibbling on my ears. At this point he was in full motion. I couldn't tell which felt better, when he pulled out, when he pushed in, or the look in his eyes as he felt the same sensation I knew too well. His body was almost entirely pressed into mine so I moved my legs from around his shoulders and wrapped them around his back. This brought a new sensation as I seemed to be resisting his intrusions more. It felt so good I thought I could cum. My breathing was so deep, and so lound I heard him whisper something into my ear but couldn't actually hear what he was saying. It didn't matter. He began to shake immensely and a moment after this started I could feel an explosion of warmth ooze in the depths of my ass. This was more than I could take and without ever touching myself I came with strong spurts sending me into convulsions. Allan collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing, sweating, in the cold night of early spring. The sliver moon lighting our naked bodies and the waves bringing on some type of calming euphoria.