Max Fuller's Maze

      

   
Chapter 7

After coming back from ice cream, Taylor and Max went right back on their computers. Jackson had come back home alone and hadn't even seen Max sitting in the little cubby under the stairs. Max was curious how his brother's party had gone but didn't want to abandon Taylor. But he figured he would get the scoop tomorrow. Between it being a sleepover and the weekend, he easily lost track of time and by the time Taylor said he was tired there wasn't another chance for a rematch.

Jackson was returning the favor Max had given him on New Year Eve's party and was sleeping in Tommy's room which meant Taylor had Jackson's bed. His friends fell asleep pretty fast which left Max staring up at the ceiling. His mind drifted from topic to topic slowly becoming drowsy. He thought about ARK in the base they would be building and how nice it had been to spend time with Taylor. It was a lot more fun playing with someone than just by yourself and he sort of wished he could get some other of his classmates to play.

As he drifted off to sleep his thoughts merged into a dream. In the dream, he was standing on top of the cliff where they were planning to build a readout in case their main base was overrun. The view was beautiful with a river winding through the terrain in the distance separating the Redwoods Forest from a more open plane. He could see a brontosaurus crossing the river.

"Should we capture it?" Taylor asked pointing at the Brontosaurus.

Max looked at it and then at his friend who looked how he looked in real life and not like his character. Well except for the metal armor which Taylor had on. It was strange they were adults in the game, but everything still was scaled for them. "It's only a level 5. We could go after it for prime meat, but if you want to capture one, I would wait for something higher."

"Okay, but I really want to put a platform saddle on one of those. A little mobile base!"

"That will be awesome," Max said grinning. "It's getting dark out though." Indeed, the Sun was setting or at least it was getting darker. "You want to practice sword fighting in the bird pen?"

"Sure, but I'm going to take my arm off. I don't want it to get damaged. We really need to get a Quetzal so we can do metal runs easier." Taylor said taking his armor off.

"Tomorrow." Max said, following his friend's example.

Strangely as they stripped out of their armor, they were naked, not wearing the little loincloth the game usually gave the characters. They picked up their swords and shields and headed downstairs to the bird pen. They sparred for a bit, swords and shields smashing against each other in a fashion that wasn't realistic to the game, but what if it were in a movie. They both lost their shields, not that it stopped the fight. Eventually, Max was able to disarm Taylor, his friend's sword flew off to one side.

"Got you!" Max exclaimed pointing his sword at Taylor's bare chest.

Taylor stood there for a second and just as Max thought he would admit defeat, Taylor did a spinning kick knocking the sword out of his hand. As soon as Taylor landed, he grabbed himself because at some point during the fight they had both become hard. "I still have one sword!"

"So, do I!" Max shouted grabbing a hold of himself.

As they touched, Max's eyes shot open and he was in his bed. The room was still dark and after blinking a few times he could see it was just a little past midnight. Max realized it was too late to go back to sleep anytime soon. He rolled onto his back and felt his erection brush against the sheets. He reached down and felt himself, surprised by how hard he was. The dream was still fresh in his memory and it would be one of those that stayed with him. The weird ones usually did.

Max toyed with the idea of getting off, but that just felt weird to do it with Taylor in the room sleeping. Looking over at his friend, he saw him sleeping peacefully. Carefully, he climbed out of his bed and he quietly walked to his bedroom door and slipped into the hallway. His penis was not going down, so he slid it under his waistband. He was about to head downstairs for a drink when a light caught his eye from his brother's room.

Walking up to the door Max placed a hand on the handle, a sociopathic wanting to wake up Tommy. He opened the door just wide enough so he could look inside and saw Jackson was laying on an air mattress, his phone next to his head. The phone explained the light. The door opening must have gotten Jackson's attention because he looked over and for a second the two looked at each other without saying a word.

"What?" Jackson whispered.

"I'm just getting a drink. I saw the light." Max answered in the same low tone.

Jackson glanced at his phone and then pulled the blanket off himself. "I'll come with you."

Jackson took his phone with him downstairs without saying anything. Max sat at the table while his brother started to pick through the refrigerator. "Orange juice or apple juice?" Jackson said after examining the fridge.

"Orange juice."

"Yeah, I'll have that too." Jackson replied as he started to shake the container. "So why can't you sleep?"

"Weird dream, dinosaurs and stuff." Max decided to keep the weird stuff to himself.

"You're playing that game too much." His brother answered, walking over to hand him his orange juice.

"No, I'm not. It wasn't a nightmare, just a weird dream. What's your excuse for being up?"

Jackson sat down at the head of the table. "I'm trying to be a peacemaker. Popko and Ramona got into a fight. They're not talking to each other, but Lola is talking to me and Ramona is talking to Lola. So, I have to pass on the messages from and to Popko."

 "Basically, you're in a long game of telephone?" Max summarized

"Yeah, I feel like I'm back in first grade," Jackson said before taking a sip.

"What are they fighting about?"

"Nothing you need to worry about." Jackson said dismissively.

That piqued Max's interest. If he had just said I have had an argument or something like that, Max would have assumed it was something boring. "Come on, you can tell me."

"It's private."

"Yeah, but four people already know, and I won't tell anyone. Come on, you know I'm good at keeping a secret." Max said leaning towards his brother and lowering his tongue.

Jackson gave Max a look that he thought meant knock it off, but Max just had to push a little more. "Please?"

Jackson caved doing a quick look over both on his shoulders as he leaned closer to his brother. "Okay, but you never repeat this to anyone. Understood?"

Max nodded.

"Alright, well we went to the party and at first everything was normal. A little music, a little dancing the usual stuff."

"Not at my parties." Max interrupted.

Jackson silenced him with a glare and didn't continue until Max zipped his lips. "Anyways making out started. I was talking to Lola and we were just getting around to kissing. Ramona came over and she was angry and asked to go with her. I didn't know what was going on." Jackson shrugged and stared into his glass before continuing. "They left after a few minutes of talking and I asked Popko what was up. I guess he wanted a little more than just making out."

"What did he want to do?" Max prompted.

"A blowjob."

"What's that?" Max asked.

Jackson pursed his lips together thinking. "It's when you suck on somebody's penis until you get that feeling. You know a climax, that feeling that you like."

Max's eyebrows came together as he tried to picture that. "Oh, and you blow that white stuff!"

Jackson winced and gestured for Max to lower his voice. "Yeah, she wasn't too happy that he asked him for that."

"It doesn't seem very nice." Max agreed thinking how many times he had peed and try to imagine putting that in his mouth. "It's kind of disgusting."

 Jackson made a weird sort of noise that wasn't agreement or disagreement. "Most people like getting them and some people like giving them I think."

"Have you?"

"What? No, I've never given or received one." Jackson said quickly.

"Oh, Well, do you want to?"

Jackson didn't answer until he drained his glass. "I don't know."

"How can you not know?" Max demanded. To Max it was a simple question, you either wanted to do something or you didn't.

"Max, it's not that simple. Yeah, there's a part of me that wants to do it, but there's another part of me that's a little nervous about doing it. I also don't want to ask Lola in case she gets upset. Besides we've barely been dating, I wasn't even sure about asking her to go to this party. Things are more complicated in a relationship and sometimes I don't know what to do!"

Max was taking a bit aback by his brother's speech. It was a weird position he was now in. His brother usually knew everything or so it seemed. "Sorry."

"It's not your fault," Jackson said resting his head in his hand. "It's just hard sometimes, trying to figure all this stuff out. It makes me wish dad was still here. I'm not sure I could have talked to him about this stuff, but when I talk to my friends, they all pretend like they know everything, and I know they don't."

Max looked at his brother, Jackson sort of looked like he was about to cry. Max put his glass down and stood up. "I know it's not the same, but if you ever want to talk, I won't pretend to know everything."

Max felt himself pulled into a hug and after a second he responded.

End of chapter 7.

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