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For Maxxie
Aug. 27th, 2012 10:49 pmThe 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.
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.
