Max layed on the hotel room's bed, his chest pressed against the mattress. His mind felt fuzzy from the exhaustion. He took comfort in the sound of Derrick shuffling somewhere on the other side of the room, having just returned from a shower. Max was too tired to look over, but he knew his close friend was shirtless, his skin warm from his shower. Max liked knowing he would soon join him. He always stayed farther away than he liked when they shared a bed. He wanted to stay close, and feel Derrick against him; and he'd had the chance a few times, but it felt wrong. It felt like he'd be taking advantage. For now, being in the same bed as him would have to be enough.
Max heard a pill bottle rattling across the room. "...you okay?" He mumbled, not opening his eyes.
"Yeah, I think I just overworked myself at the gym. My back fucking hurts." Derrick said, zipping his bag and returning to bed.
"I'm sorry... come here, I'll kiss it better." Max joked, too delirious to have much of a filter.
"You mean that?" Derrick laughed as he pulled on his hoodie, before crawling into bed.
"Mhmm" Max hummed.
Derrick only smiled at Max's actions. "Go to sleep. You need it." He said, petting Max's hair and turning off the lamp.
Max smiled as he heard Derrick shuffling, trying to get comfortable. Max sleepily placed a hand on Derrick's back. He knew where it hurt. After months of painful obsession, he knew Derrick's body better than his own. He scared himself sometimes, but he just brushed it off.
He put pressure between Derrick's shoulderblades, feeling his body tense up.
"Does that help?" Max mumbled.
"A little bit." Derrick said.
He relaxed against Max's touch. It helped, even if it wasn't much. Max fell asleep like that, his hand on Derrick's warm body. Derrick closed his eyes, attempting to sleep.
It never came to him, though. As much as Max's hand was helping, it was distracing to him. Derrick's face burned. He wasn't sure if he wanted to cry from pain or heartbreak. He couldn't breathe under such circumstances.
Derrick choked back his tears, forcing his eyes shut as he heard movement behind him.
"Derrick, you okay?" Max whispered softly.
"Y-yeah." Derrick stammered, wiping his eyes quickly.
Max sat up, leaning over Derrick. He gently moved the hair from Derrick's face.
"What's the matter? He asked sleepily.
Derrick began to panic underneath Max.
He was grateful Max couldn't see his face reddening in the dark. He tried to speak, but he couldn't. He thought about what to do in this situation. Could he run? He had nowhere to go.
Max was still leaning over him, his hair falling just above Derrick's face. He could smell his shampoo, and it only sent him spiraling further. The muscles in his arms were tense as he held himself up, still waiting for an answer.
Derrick, truly scared out of his wits acted on impulse. He sat up and kissed Max, tangling his fingers in his long hair. Max flinched, caught off gaurd, but kissed back.
He let his hands briefly wander Derrick's body, before resting them on his hips. He pulled away from the kiss, out of breath.
"What the hell was that all about?" He laughed, pushing Derrick back down against the bed.
"I don't know. I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking." Derric said, covering his face.
Max climbed onto Derrick's lap, now sitting properly on top of him.
"Don't be sorry. It's okay." Max responded, gently pulling Derrick's hands from his face.
Derrick blushed, trying his hardest not to break eye contact. Max didn't look angry, or uncomfortable, or even upset. The realization that Max was sitting directly on top of him suddenly hit, and the panic heightened.
"It's okay..." Max whispered in his ear reassuringly, before leaving a kiss on his cheek. "It's alright."
It wasn't long before his lips were on Derrick's neck. He placed his shakey hands on Max's back, unsure of how to react appropriately. He couldn't think straight like this. When Max didn't object, he slid one hand under his shirt.
"Is this okay?" Derrick managed to ask, praying he wouldn't hear the anxiety in his voice.
Max did, but decided it would be best not to point it out. Instead, he petted Derrick's hair, an attempt at comfort.
"Of course, I don't mind." Max said, looking Derrick in the eye.
Max removed his shirt, allowing Derrick to touch him without worry. He was too tired for an excessive amount of foreplay, but he was determined to soothe Derrick's nerves. Max took a deep breath, hoping that he wasn't moving too fast for his friend. He took one of Derrick's calloused, scarred hands in his, and pressed it against his stomach.
"You okay with this?" Max asked, pressing Derrick's palm gainst his lower stomach.
Derrick thought for a moment, semi-distracted by Max's warm skin.
"Yeah..." He finally replied.
"Let me know if that changes, baby." Max whispered. Derrick could hear the exhaustion in his voice, but he knew his words were sincere. They had been close friends for years. Max would never hurt him.
Derrick nodded, before Max began to guide his trembling hand farther down. Derrick's heart pounded as his fingers slipped past Max's waistband, and stopped between his legs.
Max waited, giving Derrick the chance to object if he wanted. When he didn't, he began to move his hand. Derrick's cheeks burned as he allowed Max to show him what pace to move, and how much pressure he needed. Max's movements were sloppy, and tired, but he continued to study Derrick's flushed face. He searched for any sign of fear or discomfort. He noticed anxiety, but little worse.
When Max was sure Derrick wasn't uncomfortable, he moved his hand away, allowing Derrick to continue himself.
"Good boy." Max murmered.
"Thank you." Derrick replied, blushing harder at the praise.
Max laughed softly, amused that Derrick's good manners didn't cease in bed. He let out a soft moan. It was a bit forced, and out of character for him, but he thought it might help Derrick relax.
It definitely did. Derrick's eyes were beginning to adjust to the darkness. The little bit of moonlight allowed him to see Max's face. He looked just as beautiful as ever. His hair fell across his shoulders, and his breathing was heavy.
"Max, you're so pretty." Derrick murmered.
The compliment made Max blush. Before long, Derrick's hand was pulled away and his wrist was pinned above his head. Max was tired, but determined. An orgasm wouldn't help him any in that moment. He wanted to make sure Derrick would feel as good as possible first. He held his free hand over Derrick's mouth, not hard enough to prevent him from speaking. He watched, waiting for an objection that would never come.
"Bite down." He whispered.
Derrick was confused by the strange request, but obliged. He was rewarded with a pained groan. It was much more real this time.
Max began to move his hips against Derrick's, his movements slow, and cautious. Derrick bit Max's palm again, gripping his thigh with the hand that wasn't pinned.
His moans were muffled by Max's hand, but they sounded beautiful nonetheless. Max laughed to himself, pausing a brief moment to pull Derrick's pajama pants down. Max decreased the weight on his hand as he pulled his underwear down as well.
"This okay?" Max asked.
"Yeah..." Derrick confirmed, breathing hard.
Max smiled, pressing down again. Derrick blushed as he gazed up at Max. He was rough, but not hostile. He wouldn't truly hurt Derrick, <i> ever. </i> Suddenly, the cold air hit his skin and he felt Max against him again.
Max moved his hand from Derrick's mouth, holding it out in front of him. There were bitemarks on his palm, one of them still dripping blood.
"Look at what you did." Max said quietly. Derrick felt his heart racing again. He hadn't meant to hurt Max. He was only trying to make him feel good. "Such a good boy."
Derrick let the praise calm him down as his legs began to shake. Max wasn't mad. He hadn't fucked up as bad as he thought he had. It was okay.
"You getting close baby?" Max whispered in his ear.
Derrick hummed a response. He could barely form words at this point. He still managed to call Max's name as he finished. Max's movements were growing sloppier, and before long his whole body temsed up on top of Derrick, finally loosening his grip on his wrist as well. It would probably leave a bruise.
"Come on, let me get that hoodie off of you." Max offered.
"No, I've got it. It's okay." Derrick said. He was beyond tired. He couldn't imagine how Max must be feeling.
Max crawled off of him, allowing him to take his dirty hoodie off. He dreaded getting up.
<i> 'So long for making up for lost sleep...' </i> Max thought as he stood up to change.
Before he left, he turned around.
"How's your back?" He laughed.
"It doesn't hurt anymore. Care to change that sometime?" Derrick said, laughing.
"Perhaps." Max said, walking to get clean clothes from his bag.
