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Ello. Name's Tony. I go to Uni in Cardiff but I'm back for awhile. pretend you didn't already know I was coming, Yeah?

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Maybe he was over thinking this. He had been with dozens of other boys, and never asked them so many questions. The last thing he wanted was to dash his chance at a hot, not necceraily good, shag.

"Sorry Tone, maybe I am. My mum tells me I talk a lot when I’m nervous." Whoops. Normally, as evidence would suggest, Tony could smell fear off people instantly. If Tony hadn’t already pounced on his for nerves, especially after their "date" at the Thai place, then he probably wasn’t going to. 

Just go with it, Maxxie; Just go with it. Despite every part of Maxxie wanting to bombard his friend with questions, he bit his lips, and blushed. He steadied his grip on the chair, “Quite the collection there” Maxxie glanced from afar at the elegant font, the holographic text displayed promptly on the bottle.

While Tony was selecting their alcohol for the night, Maxxie couldn’t help but be visually fixated on Tony’s ass. The way his pants squeezed his butt into almost perfectly round part left Maxxie’s mind racing:What would they look like off? dominated his thought processes. He had been staring for too long; Tony turned around with a cocked smile on his face….busted…..

[forfucksakestonem]

Thing is, Tony loves to dissect people, examine the insides of their hearts and section each little bit out; Fear is one of those many little bits. He loves the feeling of complete control during his time as a surgeon. His therapist says sociopaths are drawn to the medical field... then again, he didn't want to think about his therapist. Because then he would have to tell Maxxie he was a sociopath... well, eventually.

"Get a good look? Now, now, the over-eager are left unrewarded." Tony smirks softly, before putting the bottle on the counter and clearing his throat.

Thing is, he doesn't want to dissect Maxxie; he likes all his parts in place and if he is nervous, Tony's solution isn't to prey on it... but his instinct feels changed somehow.. like he should fix it? It makes his stomach churn. He takes a step toward him, before quirking a brow,

"We could have at it. Snog a little, see if it takes off the nerves? See it this way, yeah? We're mates... we've been mates. Now we're making it better. I like you, you probably like me a whole lot more. It's natural." He smirks, clearly teasing and pressing a palm to Maxxie's hip, rubbing a thumb along it.

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Dance to This Beat |Maxxie&Tony|

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"I’m not teaching you how to shag me, yeah?  It’s more like a tutor…" A warm smile seemed like the perfect compliment to such a one liner like that, "It might taste good Tone, but I’m not so sure that it’s good for," How to put this delicately…. "your cock…." Well, there was that way. 

Maxxie and Tony ventured into the kitchen. The aroma of Tony’s dish dominated the kitchen. If this was going to become a regular thing, Maxxie would have to get used to the variety of smells that Tony would introduce him to.  He pulled out a chair, “Don’t think you’ve ever run into this problem, but if you don’t eat right your cum will taste wicked nasty. Happened to me quite a few times. Blokes don’t know how to take care of their body.” Maxxie’s face contorted, “How’s your diet, Tone?” It felt like a blunt, but needed question. Although, he might be willing to swallow a sour load for Tony, if it came to that, that is.  He wasn’t sure how this thing would turn out. Would it stop at just head, or would it turn out to be a total shagapoloza….”Tone, what about protection?”

[forfucksakestonem]

"I feel like you're confusing me for Sidney. I do at least two hours of exercise a day and I don't eat shit. Never too much caffeine." Tony explained easily, his voice at a relaxed pace considering him. If he was honest, he doesn't know if he is eating the right things to make his cum taste.. normal. Wasn't something to be considered. "Fruits and vegetables, Maxwell."

He raised a brow to Max at his follow-up question, "I'm a healthy growing lad. I've got condoms, lube, if you're so concerned. Honestly, Maxxie, I feel like you're over-thinking this. Keep it at rest, yes? It'll be more fun if you just go with it. Don't know if my cum will taste rank, but then again, I'm positive you'll let me know."

He steps toward him and presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth, fleeting and out of character before moving toward the fridge and taking out a bottle of wine from his mother's large selection. 

[forfucksakestonem]

Bored out of my fucking mind here.

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[michellerichardson]

"You did come to the worst bar in town now Tone, lot has changed. Only reason I’m here is because it’s close to home."

[forfucksakestonem]

"Walking distance. Clever girl. Thing is, it's close to me too."

[michellerichardson]

"I know it sucks right?"

[forfucksakestonem]

"Least in Cardiff, it guaranteed interesting people. I only see... the elderly. Bore. I should have stayed home and read."

[maxxieoliverskinsrpg-blog]

Dance to This Beat ((Title Pending)) |Maxxie&Tony|

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"Maybe a bit, Tone." a brief shiver crossed Maxx’s body, "It’s bloody fucking cold out there." The heat from the Stonem estate washed over Maxxie’s face, "Smells good, whatever it is." He crossed the threshold, "You ever eat normal food, you know, English food?" Maxxie joshed. The fact that he never knew what he was in for was one of the reasons that he enjoyed Tony’s company; it kept Maxxie on his toes. Maxxie shed his coat on the hooks adjacent to the door. It was extremely quite for Tony’s house. “Tone, you home alone?” He could see the look on Tony’s face, “It’s just that, it’s not usually normal for your house to be this peacefu…quiet.” If that was the case, it would make tonight all the easier.

On the way over, thoughts of his tonight would play out danced throughout Maxxie’s mind. Would it be anything like the Thai date? Still a bit weird, Maxxie thought, to have that casual of a date. He felt relaxed with Tony, and that wasn’t something he normally found during date. "What are you making, anyways?

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Sate and "Tonight, we'll be expanding out palette, Maxwell. Sate and gado-gado." He smirked a little, "Last time I made it for someone, said it looked like the inside of a pig's stomach. Delectable."

Without Anthea or Effy around, the place felt oddly hollow; his father had fucked off so long ago that he hadn't the slightest clue which European country he had dropped in. France had been miserable, none too surprising and so perhaps he nestled north in Sweden, curling into the winter there. Tony liked to imagine his father happy, despite his acute dislike for him.

He took a few steps backward up the stairs, "Figured I might as well feed you before you taught me how to shag you, yeah? And I might as well give you something as exciting as the Thai restaurant... because we all know, if anything, I'll always be exciting."

He knows that all too well.

But then, Max is in his kitchen and there's no time for self-deprecation. Not now. 

[forfucksakestonem]

"Never paid a bar cover before.. Bristol has gone to the dogs."

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[childishpsychology-blog]

"And then intelligence will reign."

[forfucksakestonem]

"Based on smarts, you may be the last person alive. Excluding myself, of course."

[skylarsterlingduval-blog]

"Yeah.. enlightening. You okay mate?" 

[forfucksakestonem]

"Tip-top. Ever feel every pore in your body telling you to do something. Recklessness abound. Destructiveness and chaos are the pinnacle of entertainment."

[childishpsychology-blog]

"TV rots your brain and turns it to mush."

[forfucksakestonem]

"Plenty for the television zombies to eat when they form an army..." Thanks, Ef.

[skylarsterlingduval-blog]

"Do you mean like the antenna or cable wire or something? I could be wrong."

[forfucksakestonem]

"The antenna. Enlightening."

[childishpsychology-blog]

"Does anyone really care about that thing? It’s obsolete as far as I’m concerned."

[forfucksakestonem]

"Mum is the only one in the fucking world who must have one. The 21st century evades her, obviously."

[forfucksakestonem]

"The thing is, I've been reading for days about Napoleon's militia and I can recall what his first, second and third wife were good, which apparently wasn't much really, for but I can't fucking remember what you call the wire above the television. Fucking mental."

[maxxieoliverskinsrpg-blog]

Dance to This Beat ((Title Pending)) |Maxxie&Tony|

Maxxie flipped his phone closed. He need a shower, but it was cold out, and he was going to be sweating, or so he assumed. Perhaps a bit of cologne would be enough? He walked over to his dresser and put some deodorant under his arms, and spritzed some cologne onto his clothes, at least he would smell fresh. “Mum, I’m going out.” It may have seemed childish, but it was something that he had became accustomed to again. The cold chill hit Maxxie hard. His hoodie barely keeping him warm. He let out a shiver, but continued. He looked at Sketch’s apartment, no flash. While there was a light dusting on the ground, at least it wasn’t snowing. He only had about ten or fifteen minutes until he arrived at Tony’s house, but if things didn’t get any better, it would feel like an hour… Maxxie had reached the Stonem household. His cheeks were red and numb. All the work that he had put into his appearance before he left, he was sure it was for naught. He knocked on the door, and fixed his hair. Hopefully Maxxie would get a chance to warm up before anything went down; he might end up being liable for doing something stupid. 

[forfucksakestonem]

He felt irrevocable; like his whole sense of self was permanant and unchanging. Like maybe he couldn't really change, considering he managed to make everyone piss off either way. Mum, Effy, Michelle, Sid, they'd all really seen him, every bit of him and maybe.. maybe Maxxie hadn't yet. So maybe he would piss off down the line, but for now, Maxxie thought that Tony Stonem was redeemable and maybe, Tony needed that to be redeemable in the first place.

He wasn't a book character or a movie star, there would be no ending that made him sympathetic.

And yet, he liked being around Maxxie because maybe someone saw him as mildly likable. And Tony.. didn't really want anything from him. He wanted the sex, wanted to learn.. wanted to know, but he could have done shit with Max and still liked him. Hell, that was new. And so was the door ringing.

Anthea was gone; a singles cruise, even though she'd had a few men over week before the last. She had a new chair in her window that had a dildo coming out of the seat. She knew how to 'get it' quote from her and Tony felt the instant urge to move out. He couldn't after dropping out of Cardiff... which he had yet to tell her.. or anyone for that matter.

He peels the door back and the bolts of it ache and whine in protest as he stares over Maxxie, stepping back to let him in, "Shit.. did you walk here? What're you? Mental?" He smirks though, because the same question was asked of him a year ago with Maxxie and now, it has to be funny. "I'm cooking.. hope you like indonesian food. I've been experimenting. Pun intended."

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Text - Maxxie Oliver

Maxxie: Does it have to be in that order? ;)

Tony: Come around and find out, babe.