For Maxxie

[reformingfury]

The morning after Maxxie's birthday, Dave wakes up rather disoriented and more than a little hungover. And sore. So sore, he shuts his eyes again the moment they crack open.

But he can't help but feel great.

If memories recall right, he and Maxxie have made some super big steps in their relationship, whatever that is at this point. He can clearly recall giving the dancer his present and receiving a kiss for it. And then some. But after that, things get unclear. It was a lot more dancing and kissing, as well as all the weed and booze to be had. Maybe some more, but that could have just been a dream. One very, very nice dream.

He can faintly recall coming home to the Compound with him, but after that, it's far too fuzzy between how high and tired they were coming down from the mountain. Dave tries to stretch and open his eyes again, only to realize two things:

One is that he's nearly falling out of his bed.

Two is that the weight on his torso isn't his blankets, but Maxxie himself.

Grinning, Dave adjusts their position so he doesn't tumble off the mattress, pulling the smaller boy more securely on top of him and stroking his hair. Definitely not a dream then.

Awesome.

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[reformingfury]

Dave watches for Maxxie's reactions, and slowly smiles in relief when that appears to be good for him. A dumb, fast part of him just wants to be at the whole boyfriend thing already, but he's not an idiot. Neither of them are there yet, and this is the best plan realistically. At the least, it's a start for both of them. One they can be comfortable with, knowing what's on the table without making demands or expectations.

"Awesome." He leans in again for a kiss, but stops himself. "I really want to get back to kissing you like last night, but I think we both really need to wash first."

[just_dance_it]

"Definitely," Maxxie laughs.

He wants to dive right in. To prove that he can and he will. To enjoy that closeness after a long stretch of closing himself off. But Dave doesn't want to quite yet and that's good enough reason not to for Maxxie. It'll help things, right?

"And lots of water. Acetaminophen. Breakfast. I am so down for snogging once I feel human again."

Not that being here in bed with Dave isn't comfortable and appealing, too.

[reformingfury]

"Mm, good plan. Let's get showered and see what Bill's cooked up, if it ain't all gone already."

Even though he says it, he makes no move to actually budge out of bed. In fact, Dave just snuggles tighter in the comfort of the bed and Maxxie's body.

[just_dance_it]

Maxxie laughs but doesn't fight, letting his head fall to rest on Dave's shoulder with a contented smile on his face.

"Or maybe we stay here for a little while longer?"

[reformingfury]

He grins at the thought, but has a better one.

"Or you can join me in the shower? Unless that's too fast." Dave isn't intending on being bad while they clean up. He just really likes the physical closeness right now. Besides, they're already naked together and planning to make out after breakfast. It's not like it would hurt things.

[just_dance_it]

Maxxie grins and nuzzles at his neck, leaving a kiss there.

"I like your version of slow," he says. The longer he spends in Dave's company, Maxxie thinks, the better he'll feel about this. Not better. He feels good about this. But more confident. More reminders of why it's totally worth the potential pain.

[reformingfury]

Dave laughs and sits up. "Hey, it ain't speeding up if we don't really do more than what we already did."

Stroking Maxxie's back again, he can't help but think about how floored he is that this is happening. That they're agreeing to go at a comfortable pace and see what happens, that they're taking this chance on each other.

That there's a possibility that mornings like this will become their norm.

Dave grins wide and slips out of the bed. "Come on. Let's get in the shower."