I've had this idea for some time now! but I can't write it for diverse reasons, so...
How about Chad having to go to the dentist... but Max has to go with him because deep down inside Chad is terrified does not like that place... AND because, to prevent that he ripped the hand of a bite out to anyone who came too close to his teeth, the doctors must have to sedate him almost completely...
So while he is recovering from that state, he begins to say and do embarrassing weird things...
Is anyone even a little interested in writing this?... Please...?
PS: I think in R!ChexMix would also be so... lovely x3 pff~ <3
Hello! Me again with another little Chadmax dabble. I just love them. <3 This time it is just a simple little thing about Max trying to give Chad some gifts. It gets a little emotional in the middle, but it is still good. n.n;; I hope you like it Chibi!
Rating: PG-13 for Chad's swearing
Word Count: 2,343
Max found, that since he met Chad, that the other had a strong impact on his life. Without the albino even trying, he drifted into Max’s thoughts and decisions. He found himself thinking of moments at his home where Chad would pick on the butler, throw a chair in anger, or even help out the maid by lifting the couch so she could sweep under it.
Yet that wasn’t all Chad managed to do. Max didn’t mind shopping. It was relaxing to walk the floors of the mall, staring at all the windows and going in simply to admire and window shop. Of course, he would often find himself buying little things he thought were cute or maybe one of his staff would like.
It was just a very Max thing to do. His cook would mention to the maid about a new set of knives he saw, the next day Max had them brought and in the kitchen before dinner. The butler commented how his tie clip was getting old, and Max found himself looking at them at the mall. His driver enjoyed sunglasses and without thinking Max had brought a few new pairs for him. It was just in Max’s nature!
So as Chad came into his life, Max found himself shopping for the other. It wasn’t like he meant to! He went to mall, found a nice watch, and bought it for Chad without batting an eye. That didn’t go over too well when he had given it to Chad with a small chuckle.
It was a Rolex watch, silver gold, with a black face. He had even made sure the links were the right length for Chad’s wrist. It didn’t matter the price, it didn’t matter that the watch spoke wealth, only the fact that he thought it would of looked charming on Chad’s wrist.
Yet when he held it out to Chad, Chad had stared at it with shock. It made Max giggle softly, sure the other liked it. But Chad simply turned, walking away saying that the price of the watch was way too much. Max moved to go push it on to Chad, saying that he had brought it for him so he might as well take it. Chad growled that he should return it because Chad didn’t want the piece of junk. So Max kept it with a heavy heart.
He didn’t mean any harm by it as later that evening he tried to wear the watch. It was too big though, Chad’s wrists being slightly larger than his. Still it was able to stay on him, his hand not letting it slip off. So he kept it, not wanting to take it back.
It had hurt though that Chad didn’t want the watch. Max thought he needed a new one, seeing as Chad’s watch had a crack in the glass. Guess he was wrong. A sigh left his lips. Maybe the other really didn’t want to break it. Chad was rough with his things.
Maybe there was something that Chad could have without the worry of breaking them. Max found himself in his favorite book store, staring at all the titles on the selves. He found himself picking out Art of War, Mein Kempf, and even Kill or Get Killed. He smiled to himself. These were perfect for Chad! The Art of War would talk about all the wonderful war techniques and he was sure Chad would be interested in. Mein Kempf was Adoft Hitler’s book and he figured it would be up Chad’s alley. The last one was about hand-to-hand combat. Chad did deal with a lot of fighting. It was useful for the other learn new fighting moves.
All of it was helpful! They weren’t pieces of junk like the watch! At least he thought it would be good gifts for the other, which he would appreciate.
Chad had stared at the title of the books, frowning before he rolled his eyes. He asked why Max wasted his money on books that Chad could get from the library. It was pointless to buy them. If Chad ever wanted to read books, he would simply hang out at the store reading it or to the library. Besides, Chad pointed out that he read all those books already anyways.
Max commented that it was silly of him, agreeing with Chad and taking the books home. He should of known that Chad had read all of them already. Instead of donating them or getting rid of the books, he found himself reading them. Not what he usually enjoyed reading, but he felt like it brought him closer to Chad. He spent a few nights falling asleep on top of a book that week.
So during his next shopping trip, he found himself looking at a jacket. It was a deep purple blazer made by Calvin Klein. It was stylish, it was slim fit for Chad’s lean frame. It could be buttoned or just felt hanging. The color almost seemed black but when the light hit it the purple came out more. A small smile touched his lips. Perfect, how could Chad say no to this? It was a jacket that he could wear at school or to the parties he convinced Max to take him to. It would make people look at him seriously.
When he gave it to Chad, Max did not get the reaction he had thought he would. He thought that Chad would appreciate the thoughtful gift. Instead Chad had thrown the jacket back at him, asking if he thought that he needed to buy his affection.
Max fell back, grabbing the jacket that Chad had pushed away. Tears started to gather in his eyes but he pushed them away. Then he shivered a little, licking his lips.
“No, I just-”
“JUST WHAT?” Chad hissed. “If I wanted the damn jacket, I would have brought it myself.” He slammed his fist into the wall. Max jumped, watching him.
“I thought it would look nice on you….” The blond muttered, hanging his head.
“So you wasted your money on me? What? Do I need the goddamn charity Max?” The albino asked, preying after Max. Soon he had him backed to the wall, grabbing him by the collar of his shirt. He lifted Max up, pinning him against the wall. Max felt himself struggling to breathe. “I don’t need your petty hand out! I didn’t need them before I met you and I don’t fucking need them now.”
Max was tossed to the floor and Chad turned away. Tears fell down his face and he wiped them away with the sleeve of his shirt, watching Chad walk off. Max hung his head, looking at the jacket and running his fingers along it.
He hadn’t meant any harm.
A while after that, Max just didn’t go to the mall. Instead, he found himself staying inside; wearing the deep purple jacket he got Chad, the watch on his wrist, and reading the books he got Chad. They might as well not go to waste. It didn’t matter that the jacket didn’t fit his smaller frame, the watch too big for his wrist, and the books didn’t fit his taste at all. Yet, somehow, he felt like he was a little more like the male he admired by doing this.
One day though on his way home from school, his driver had to take a different route home and went past a candy shop. Max had cried out to stop, soon getting out and rushing to the candy store. His eyes widening as he moved to find the lollipops and suckers.
When he left the store, he had two bags full of them. He eagerly he told his driver to go home. He stared at all the candy in his bags, chuckling. Chad would love some of these!
That thought put his good mood on a hold. Chad wouldn’t want these either. His head sunk as he moved to pull one of the sucker outs. He undid the wrapper, sighing. This was Chad’s favorite flavor too. Another sigh, before he slipped the sucker into his mouth, sulking now.
As the car pulled up to the driveway, Max took his books and the candy bags back inside. He went to his room, waving to his staff before he closed the door behind him. Then he moved to throw his school bag on the ground, setting the candy on his bed, before he grabbed the oversized jacket. He slipped it on, fiddled with the watch on his wrist, grabbed one of the books, and pulled the bag of suckers beside him.
And that is how Chad found him when he came into the room. Max was startled, almost dropping the candy in his mouth. The blond suddenly closed the book, looking at himself, before at Chad with fear in his eyes.
Yet Chad stood there looking him over. The confusion that was on his face spoke volumes. Max could feel his fight or flight mood start to kick in. He was looking for the quickest way out of his own room for when Chad’s anger finally caught up with his shock.
“Is that the jacket you brought me?” Chad was surprisingly calm as he spoke.
“Yes….” Max whispered, hugging the jacket.
“And…. You are also wearing the watch.”
“Correct…”
“That is also one of the books that you were going to give me.”
“Also true…”
“With two bags of lollipops and suckers, that, if I guessed correctly, were for me?”
“Perhaps that is also a fact.”
Suddenly Chad threw his hands up in the air, groaning.
“Why? Why in hell’s name didn’t you just fucking return them? Donated the books? Turned away from the candy? I know you won’t eat all that fucking candy.” Chad grumbled, crossing his arms and glaring at Max.
“Because!” Max shouted, standing up. “Because I didn’t want to! Why does it even matter to you? Why are you even here?!?”
Chad stepped back, a frown marred his lips. “Susan told me you have been closed up in your room lately…. Asked me what the fuck I did.” Chad complained, shaking his head. “She told me to fix it, so here I am to fix it.” He scoffed. Max almost smiled at that. Chad didn’t fix, he wrecked, but he got an A for effort. “Now tell me, why keep the damn things?”
Max looked at the jacket, bunching the sleeves up a little. “Because…. I wanted them….” He whispered. Chad sighed.
“Then why didn’t you just buy your own damn size?” The albino cocked a brow, watching as the blond shifted his weight.
“They were for you…” Max glanced up, feeling like Chad was scolding a child.
“Why did you waste your money on me?!?” Chad hissed out, glaring at Max now.
“It isn’t wasting money!” Max bit back. “They were gifts!” He cried out. “I wasn’t really thinking about the price! I was thinking how you would like them! How you needed a new watch because yours was broken. That you would enjoy those books because they were right up your alley! And the jacket, I thought it would look good on you and just simply brought it!” Max hung his head, sniffling. “It isn’t a waste of money…. Not to me…. I wasn’t even trying to insult you…” He sighed. “All I thought was… Chad would like this and brought it…” Max looked at the candy. “Even the candy, I got it with you in mind but then remembered you didn’t want any of my gifts…”
“I don’t need gifts to stay your goddamn friend though, Max.” Chad pointed out.
“And I don’t buy people’s friendship with gifts either.” Max scoffed, shaking his head. “It is because you are my true friend… that made me think of you while I shop.” He rubbed his arm, glancing away with a small frown. “But because you didn’t want them, I kept them.” His fingers played with the watch. “It…. It makes me feel like you in a way. So I kept them, I wear them, because I don’t want to send back a gift I got out of friendship.”
The room was silent before Chad walked over. Max flinched, thinking the worst but Chad only roughhoused the jacket off him. Fear shined in Max’s eyes as he moved to reach for the jacket. But Chad only slid it on his form. Then Chad held out his hand, waiting while watching Max. Max looked confused until Chad grabbed his arm. He took the watch off, putting it on his own.
“They both fucking fit perfectly.” He scoffed, shaking his head and sitting on the bed, taking the bags of candy. Then he grabbed some of the books. “Keeps these for me. That way they don’t get destroyed. But I will come by and read them when I want to.” Max’s eyes widened, watching as Chad made himself at home on his bed.
“But….” The blond questioned softly.
“I’m keeping all these fuckers.” Chad bit out and smirked. “You brought them for me… might as well learn to accept a gift.” He scoffed. “Just don’t make it into a habit, got it?” He pointed a finger at Max. “Because these will make me a target, but they are nice…. Jacket is pretty fucking stylish. Can’t believe you picked it out.”
Max smiled, rubbing his eyes before he sat down beside the other. “I am glad you like it,” Max whispered as Chad picked up a book.
Then he nodded, humming as he opened it to the first page. “By the way… I would have accepted the lollipops.” Chad muttered, putting one it his mouth to suck on it. “Always accept them.”
Max chuckled a little. “Okay, I will remember that.” Perhaps he could get Chad some unique lollipops from all around the world. Maybe it was just the small gifts that counted. He smiled to himself and leaned against Chad to read the book with him.
Chibi posted a few new pictures of Chad. <3 One of them happened to be a picture of him messing with a nametag necklace. Then she revealed the reason he had it and this dabble was born.
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Warning: The mention of death and serious things about it. Also, SPOILER ALERT! Be prepared.
Words Count: 1355
It was a normal day for Max and Chad. Well, as normal as it could be. Chad was lounging awkwardly in one of Max’s chairs while Max was getting them drinks. As the shorter male walked into the room, he noticed Chad playing with his necklace. From what Max could see, it was just a cheap piece of metal, but it had Chad’s name on it. As Max walked over, setting two glasses of water on the side table. His brown eyes glanced at the simple detail in Chad’s name. It didn’t seem anything special, yet Chad’s face was quite serious as he stared at it. Max sat down in the other chair, like a normal person, watching Chad as he somehow managed to take a sip of his water without spilling the water or choking himself.
As Max stared at him, Chad frowned and sat the glass down. He glared at Max, cocking one of his angry brows at the blonde.
“What the hell you staring at? Why don’t you take a picture, it will fucken last longer,” Chad growled at Max, making the blonde jump a little. Then he stared at Chad before opening his mouth. He closed it, debating if he should ask before opening it again. Once more, he closed it and Chad suddenly sat up, growling. “SPIT IT OUT!” he raged, attracting the attention of the passing maid.
Max winced a little before he waved the maid on with an apologetic expression on his face. Then, he stared into red eyes that were livid. It didn’t take much to flip Chad’s lid, but it still caused Max to become nervous. Even more so, asking this question might be personal and cause Chad to storm out of the room.
“Well, I was wondering…” Max started out, watching as Chad’s eye twitched. He was losing his patience so the blond decided to get it over with. “...What is the necklace about?” As soon as the words left his lips, they hung in the air and deafened the room. The shorter male waited for Chad to just run out of the house. Instead, Chad rested his elbows on his knees, his head sitting on a propped up hand while the other hand toyed with the necklace, and his irises stared at Max.
The blonde swallowed tightly, watching Chad with a careful expression. This was not the reaction he was expecting. The grandfather clock ticked on while Chad’s finger danced around the nametag. Suddenly Chad looked down at it before up at Max.
“Well….” Chad started and Max wondered if this fearless teen in front of him was suddenly nervous. “You know how you saw my ‘home’ and everything?” Chad muttered, scowling at the word home. Max knew it was a poor excuse for one, not even really deserving that proper name, but he nodded anyways. “I’ve lost my wallet so many times… that includes my state ID that I just don’t even really carry one of those fuckers around anymore. It pisses me off! Yet….” Chad’s long fingers ran through his bangs and he leaned back, not looking Max in the eye anymore. Instead, his sight was on the ceiling. “I fucken worry about shit. Hell, who the fuck doesn’t? I mean, at some point I am going to fucken die Max. There is no sugar coating that shit right there.”
Max nodded, but he was failing to realize what this had to do with the nametag necklace around his neck. The name gleamed in the light while Chad seemed to take a shaky breath.
“It is not when I will die that I am worried about.” Chad suddenly sat up, looking at Max with such a raw emotion in his eyes Max felt his eyes widen. Chad usually wore his emotions on his sleeve, but this was different and the blonde could feel himself hanging on every word that slipped from his lips. Usually Chad was never open to sharing. Part of him wondered why this was so different. “Honesty, if I am damn honest about the whole fucken subject, I am worried that when I die… will I end up a John Doe?”
Max’s eyes widen as the statement hit him. Chad was worried about dying and no one knowing who he was. His name on a necklace declared who he was so that when someone found him, they might be able to identify him. He did not want to end up tossed aside at the morgue because he was a nameless body.
Tears started to curl up around the side of his eyes as he stared at the person in the chair. Chad was looking at his nametag, knowing Max connected the dots. Red eyes flinched up to greet brown eyes before glancing away.
“But hell!” Chad blurted out. “What if the damn thing gets stolen? What if this little piece of shit that holds my identity breaks and get lost?” Chad stood, upset as he glared at the floor like it was the floor’s fault. “No one will fucken care who this stray dog is. So many die every day, I will just be grouped with the rest of them. Everything I fought for in this hell hole will be forgotten!” Chad’s fist balled out before he let out an animal growl. “No one will give a damn. No one will even try to figure out who I am if I am found on the streets. I doubt they will even try to find the fucker who caused my death...”
Max suddenly stood up and walked over to Chad. He didn’t care that he had to look up at the other, staring into those angry but sad red hues. This information just made Chad so very much human. The other looked so ashamed over the fear though but Max moved to hug him.
“Hey… Hey Chad.” Chad grunted a little, cocking his brow at Max. Max only smiled softly at the other. “If you ever go missing… I will search for you. I will go to ever morgue and look at every John Doe for you. If find you, I will name you… then pay to have you buried with your own fancy gravestone that has your name on it. Not only that, but I will tell everyone all about you because you are one hard person to forget.” Chad stiffened, staring down at Max as unshed tears gathered along the corner of his eyes.
Max knew that is meant something to Chad. It sounded silly to plan for such a thing that hopefully would never happen, but he wanted Chad to know someone would care. They would care for this stray dog. Not to be rude, but Max kinda of left like the poor sod that left food out for the stray dog. He would miss the stray dog if he stopped coming. Still, Chad was more than just some stray dog in reality. He was Max’s best friend, whether or not the albino wanted to think about it that way. Max honestly cared for him, he would honestly go searching if he ever died. The blond swallowed.
“And another thing Chad…” Max whispered and Chad waited with a baited breath. “Don’t ever fucken make me have to do that.” Max cried out and pulled away. “Dead bodies creep me out.” Max shivered a little, trying to lighten the mood. Chad laughed, punching Max lightly before he threw himself into his chair.
“What the hell? You think I am going to try and get myself killed?” He scoffed. “Like hell I will, moron.” Chad rolled his eyes, pulling out a sucker from his vest pocket and ripping the rapper off it. Then he sucked on the piece of candy as Max chuckled. He sat down, moving to go sip his water before staring at Chad. A small smile stretched along his lips as he received a nod from Chad. It was a silent thank you, Max knew, and he beamed brightly. He knew the promise was appreciated, and promised he would fore Chad was so dear to him.
Bueno, primero que nada, ésta pequeña historia no es smut, por mucho que esta imagen sugiera algo así (lo hace?) Tampoco tiene romance (creo). Ellos no están saliendo, básicamente, no nada. Un día cualquiera, supongo.
Hace tanto tiempo que no escribo que siento que he fallado en muchas cosas. Al principio sólo tenía pensado hacer algo corto, muy muy corto (de hecho, si leen el fic, se darán cuenta que realmente no ocurre mucho), pero cuando comencé a escribir, mi mano siguió haciéndolo y haciéndolo. Pero bueno, cosas que pasan…
Siento que ésta historia es muy boba… Agh, sólo espero que les guste, por muy bobo que sienta que es…
(acabo de aprender cómo hacer lo de "leer más" :3 lol xD)
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Max abrió los ojos lentamente, bien temprano en la mañana, sólo para encontrarse con el rostro durmiente de Chad a su lado. Sonrió. No era la primera vez que esos dos dormían en la misma cama, pero sí era la primera vez que Chad no se encontraba abrazando una almohada.
No sabía por qué, pero Chad tenía la costumbre de acurrucarse mientras dormía. Algunas veces incluso mantenía toda su cara sumergida en la suavidad de una almohada. Max aún se preguntaba cómo rayos lograba respirar en esas ocasiones.
Pero… tenía que admitirlo, le encantaba esas veces en las que podía apreciar el rostro dormido de su compañero. Se veía tan apacible, tan calmado. Ni una sola arruga en el rostro, ni un solo indicio de molestia o de irritación. Nada… A decir verdad, visto de esta forma no parecía Chad. Mientras dormía, ese demonio perdía todas las características físicas que le hacían ser “The Wrecker".
Max levantó la mano con cuidado, tratando de producir el menor ruido posible para no despertar a Chad. Con una sonrisa, retiró un mechón de cabello de su rostro y luego acarició su frente con la yema de los dedos. Ya era una costumbre, lo hacía todas las veces que despertaba primero. Chad ni se inmutaba; parecía siempre tener el sueño muy pesado.
Max se rió mostrando los dientes, pero sin hacer ruido. A veces era muy divertido juguetear con el rostro de Chad, y como ese día en particular no tenía ningún obstáculo entre sus cuerpos, no podía desaprovechar la oportunidad. Pasó los dedos lentamente por sus mejillas, siguiendo luego la línea de la mandíbula. Bajó a su cuello y llegó a su hombro. Se detuvo cuando Chad se movió un poco, pero no retiró la mano. Sabía, por experiencias anteriores, que el chico no despertaría con sólo eso.
Recorrió el mismo camino de regreso, ésta vez moviendo los dedos como una araña. Chad levantó la mano y golpeó su propio cuello para matar al inexistente mosquito que le molestaba. Max dio un grito ahogado, pero logró quitar la mano a tiempo. Se quedó con los ojos muy abiertos esperando que Chad despertara y le comenzara a gritar… Pero nada ocurrió.
Una vez que la tensión del momento hubo pasado, no pudo evitar soltar una pequeña risa nerviosa. Tapó su boca para amortiguar el sonido y volvió a mirar el rostro de su compañero, esperando ver algún indicio de que se estaba despertando…
Nuevamente, nada… Alivio total.
Dudó un momento si seguir jugando, pero después analizó que sus movimientos sólo se debían a que ésta vez Chad no tenía las manos ocupadas sosteniendo una almohada. El albino parecía seguir durmiendo como un tronco.
De nuevo con la sonrisa en su cara, acercó un dedo a la punta de la nariz del chico dormido. La tocó una vez. Ninguna reacción. La tocó una segunda vez. Luego una tercera. Chad arrugó el tabique buscando quitar la molestia. La sonrisa de Max se hizo más grande. Volvió a tocar la punta de su nariz y Chad acercó su propia mano para deshacerse de la molestia en su rostro. Gruñó un poco y se sacudió el rostro con movimientos torpes que sólo alguien dormido puede hacer.
Max tuvo que presionar su boca con las dos manos para no soltar una carcajada. Chad era DEMASIADO lindo en esos momentos, (algo que jamás se atrevería a decir en voz alta si quería vivir lo suficiente, por supuesto). El joven rubio volvió a mirar fijamente el rostro del albino. Dormía como un tronco.
Contempló todos sus rasgos uno por uno. Sus cejas gruesas, sus pestañas largas, su mandíbula cuadrada, el tic en su ojo mientras dormía… Espera, ¿El tic en su ojo mientras dormía?. Manos de nuevo contra su boca y la cara enterrada en la almohada. Max se carcajeaba internamente sin poder evitar los espasmos en sus hombros. Esa era otra “linda" cosa que agregar a la lista. Esa lista secreta de cosas que jamás podría pronunciar acerca de Chad. Cosas que a Max le gustaban de su compañero. Como su amabilidad (la que siempre intentaba esconder tras su actitud altanera), su torpeza (la que nunca admitiría), su forma de dormir (de la que no tenía idea), y muchas otras cosas más que se podrían mencionar. Incluso su tristeza le llamaba la atención. Chad jamás lo diría, pero Max sabía muy bien que dentro de su corazón había una enorme cantidad. Había algo oculto en sus ojos que siempre le decía que aquel chico necesitaba muchas cosas. Cosas que no se podrían conseguir con dinero… Tal vez la misma clase de cosas que él mismo necesitaba.
Dejando de lado los celos, la actitud, el carácter, la altanería, el temperamento, la poca paciencia, su boca mal hablada, sus negocios turbios y la envidia que apenas lograba disimular, Chad era ciertamente una persona ejemplar. Una persona honesta, que no miraba dos veces para decir lo que realmente pensaba. Una persona en la que Max podía confiar. De hecho, la única persona en la que realmente lo hacía.
Miró por última vez ese rostro. No debía tentar a su suerte y seguir jugando con él porque si llegaba a despertarse y lo primero que encontrase fuese su cara a escasos centímetros de la suya, sólo buscando hacerle poner expresiones raras, no saldría bien parado de esa. De hecho, probablemente NO saldría de esa. Chad lo mataría y lo enterraría en el patio trasero. Muchas veces despertaba de mal humor sin siquiera necesitar que otro chico le moleste el sueño.
Pero no pudo aguantar la tentación y volvió a tocar su mejilla. Su piel era un poco rugosa; tal vez por algunas cicatrices escondidas entre toda esa blancura. Después de unos segundos, no pudo evitar llevar los dedos hasta sus labios. Las últimas tres veces había sido igual, se había quedado hipnotizado en sus labios. Esos labios que siempre solía ver fruncidos en una mueca de mal humor o doblados en una sonrisa sarcástica o sádica; los cuales ahora estaban totalmente relajados y con una leve separación entre ellos; por donde entraba y salía la queda respiración del albino.
Sin darse cuenta que había acercado su cuerpo al de Chad, más cerca de lo que jamás en su vida habían estado en una cama, siguió pasando los dedos por aquellos labios carnosos y algo morados. Hipnotizado como estaba, tuvo por primera vez una duda. Muy en el fondo, dentro, muy dentro de su consciencia, se preguntó qué se sentiría besar aquellos labios…
De pronto sintió como unos brazos fuertes y bien formados se enrollaban alrededor de su cuerpo. Un grito ahogado se escapó de sus labios y su corazón comenzó a palpitar a mil por hora. ¡Chad se había despertado! De todas las cosas que le podían pasar, ésta era la más temible que podía imaginar. Cerró los ojos con fuerza y apretó sus puños y mandíbula, esperando sentir la atronadora fuerza de Chad aplastar sus brazos contra sus costillas hasta que perdiera el aliento; tan sólo un pequeño castigo por estarlo molestando.
Pero aquella presión nunca llegó. De hecho, la sensación de esos brazos alrededor suyo era bastante delicada… y algo placentera…
Abrió un ojo con temor, manteniendo el otro fuertemente cerrado. Se dio cuenta de que estaba conteniendo la respiración así que con cuidado dejó salir su aliento. Tratando de regular su respiración, abrió el otro ojo. A pesar de que su cuerpo temblaba por el pánico que todavía le impregnaba los huesos; reunió todo el valor que le quedaba y levantó la mirada, esperando ver el ceño fruncido de Chad y su mirada amenazadora a punto de comenzar a gritarle o algo peor… Pero lo que se encontró lo dejó algo descolocado. The Wrecker seguía durmiendo plácidamente…
¿Acaso Chad lo había confundido con una almohada?… OMG… ¡Chad lo había confundido con una almohada! Oh Dios, Oh Dios, eso no era bueno, no era NADA bueno. Tenía que buscar la forma de salir de aquel embrollo y rápido. ¡Agh! Maldito el momento en el que decidió juguetear.
De pronto, estuvo extremadamente consciente de lo que sucedía, la posición en la que estaban; los brazos de Chad alrededor de su cuerpo, atrapando los suyos y casi acariciando su espalda; sus torsos muy juntos, rozándose; sus piernas entrecruzadas; la respiración de Chad cerca de su cabello; él mismo percibiendo el olor de su amigo… Un olor que, a decir verdad, le comenzaba a parecer delicioso…
¡Pero, no! Debía encontrar la forma de soltar el agarre y salir de la cama antes de que el otro despertase, o las cosas se podían poner feas. Una cosa era juguetear con él mientras dormía y otra muy distinta terminar abrazados en una posición extraña.
Pero sus intentos pronto se vieron frustrados.
Con todo el cuidado del que fue capaz, intentó apartar aquello brazos, solo para terminar provocando que el agarre fuese intensificado. Ahora no sólo estaba más atrapado, sino que ambos cuerpos estaban completamente juntos y completamente enmarañados. Estaba nervioso, no podía negarlo… (aunque comenzaba a dudar de que fuese sólo por el hecho de terminar siendo regañado.)
Podía sentir el palpitar del corazón de Chad, suave y rítmico, tranquilo; su respiración un poco áspera pero relajante; el calor que irradiaba todo su cuerpo y comenzaba a quemar cada centímetro de piel que tocaba, incluso por encima de la tela de su pijama… Y su aroma… ese aroma tan maravilloso que comenzaba a hacerle perder la cabeza…
Suspiró con pesadez. Ya no había salvación, sólo quedaba resignarse. Tal vez si Chad despertaba primero se daría cuenta que él era el causante de aquello (si, claro…), o tal vez al rato simplemente se separarían tan casualmente como se habían unido (Dios quiera…)
Volvió a suspirar. A decir verdad, la mejor opción era simplemente buscar una buena excusa (una excelente defensa) para cuando la bomba explotase. Los brazos de Max comenzaron a moverse con timidez hacia la cintura del albino. Tal vez si pensaba en algo ingenioso se las libraría fácil. Hundió su cabeza en el hueco del cuello de su compañero. ¿Pero qué podía ser bueno? Sus ojos comenzaron a cerrarse lentamente, ahogado en la deliciosa esencia que desprendía el otro chico. Incluso aunque tuviese una buena excusa, Chad probablemente se molestaría. Sus ojos se cerraron completamente y comenzó a perder poco a poco la conciencia.
Bueno, una cosa podía asegurar… Chad olía mejor de lo que había imaginado…
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Fin… .-.
Lo sé, “lindo" no es una palabra que describa a Chad, lo sé muy bien xD pero no pude evitarloooooo x_x
Ok, les diré ciertas cositas… En realidad no creo que Chad sea la clase de persona que se queda quieto o tan pacífico mientras duerme, pero para los fines de esta historia lo hice así xD
Como Chad no suele ser capaz de dormir en una cama decente, pienso que cuando se queda en casa de Max simplemente se queda dormido en su cama, sin importarle nada; y cómo la cama es lo suficientemente grande para los dos, a Max no le importa compartirla.
Pienso que también Chad podría tener un cuarto de huéspedes ya asignado para él, después de tantas veces que se ha quedado, pero me gusta pensar que no lo usa mucho xD
También considero que Chad tiene plácidos sueños cuando se encuentra en una cama tan cómoda como la de Max. Tan suave y relajante. Realmente lo disfruta.. una vez superada la envidia.
Ah, Chad~ sufro con él todo el tiempo T-T
Toda su situación me tortura, me aplasta el corazón. Al igual que Max. Oh Dios, moriré con estos dos..
Creo que soy un poco apasionada con esta clase de cosas XD
