The Boy With Bedroom Eyes. (For Jessita) Part Twenty-One.

And now, in bed, naked, they kissed. Both of their bodies, covered in pale flesh, were now tinted red with the flush of an orgasm and the exertion of making love. Max was panting, and Ryan couldnt stop smiling. They missed this too.
They kissed more, their legs tangled together under the sheets. The bedroom smelled of sex and the walls still kept in the sounds of moaning if you really listened close. Max's nose nuzzled against the side of Ryan's face, making the boy smile more. He was getting sleepy now.
"Mm yeah?"
"Are you gonna hurt in the morning?"
Ryan laughed slightly and nodded, turning to curl up against Max, his body kept close to the others. Max smiled and kissed his forehead.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
Ryan was smiling, lying in bed. He held a pillow close to him, giggling to himself. He was giddy. Healing, and giddy. His cell rang, so he turned over to pick up the phone, looking at the ID.
Max.
He grinned, opening the phone.
"Hey."
Max frowned slightly. Ryan wasnt as miserable as he thought he would be.
"Are you feeling better? Or are you on drugs?"
Ryan laughed, happy.
"Of course not! I'm just so happy we're... y'know. And that I'm seeing you tonight!"
Max groaned softly to himself. Tonight. He made plans with Ryan this morning, didnt he? It was Ivana's birthday, where there was sure to be alcohol, where Max was sure to drink. That's the only thing he hadnt told Ryan, that he drank on birthdays.
"Uhm.. Ry."
"Yeaah?"
"Here's the thing... I kinda... forgot I had a party to go to, for my friend Ivana. I'd feel like a fucking jackass if I-"
"Missed it? No, sure, go ahead and go. Can you take me with you though?"
Max grinned and didnt even think of it. He was too happy to have Ryan again.
"Of course."

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