@the-bigdippcr cont. from here
Max was used to being at Dipper’s house by now, in fact, it had kind of gotten to a point that Max seemed to have more clothes over here, than he did at his own home.
Right now, he was sitting on the edge of Dipper’s bed watching TV and seeming pretty enthralled with a murder documentary show that happened to be playing.
So much so, in fact, that when Dipper came into the room, it took until he was right beside him, before he realized the other was even there.
However, as soon as he saw him out of the corner of his eye and turned his head to look up at him, Dipper had caught his face with his hand, and without a word, leaned in to press a kiss to Max’s lips.
Max found himself making a noise similar to a balloon leaking air, and with wide eyes he went stiff. Clutching the TV remote in his hands as if his life depended on it.
What the fuck was he even supposed to do??? Should he-- Should he kiss back?? He... He wouldn’t have kissed him first if he didn’t like him right?? That’s what was happening right??
Oh god, his hands were sweaty...
After the initial panic began to subside a bit, Max hesitated for a moment more, before he felt his grip begin to loosen on the remote, and just before Dipper began to pull back, Max reached forward to hastily grab his by his shirt to keep him there. Eyes shutting tightly as he finally moved his lips along with the other’s and began to return the affection.
He had never kissed a person in his life, and he was sure that was probably showing right now, but he was doing his best.













