~Gray~
I stare up at Max with lust circling around my eyes. His hand runs through my hair with a gentle touch. I can sense that he is waiting for me to do something. There has been more than one time I have thought about doing things to him. He seems a bit innocent to situations like these, but I could very well be incorrect. My lips find his abdomen and plant kisses all around. Max breathes out a sigh. I move my lips to his thighs, still avoiding his erection. There has not been a moment in time where I have gone through a sexual experience with another guy. I have kissed another guy, but never did anything above that with him.

I had a girlfriend for three months last year, her name is Ashley. I did do things with her, but we never had sex. She was not really ready at the time, or at least that is what she said to me back when we were together. We still talk, we did not end things on bad terms. Chemistry just was not there between us anymore. No hard feelings from any category. I of course care about her still.

I finally start to focus on what I was avoiding. I kiss a trail down it first before actually doing what makes Max tangle his fingers in my hair. He whimpers after a few seconds. I continue with my actions for about a minute longer until he grabs my face and pulls me off of him. He connects our lips and lets me back him towards my bed. My swim trunks still remain on my body. Before I pin him down, I remove them and then pin him down on my bed.

Without expecting it, he rolls over on top of my body and begins doing what I just did to him before we got on my bed. When he stops and presses his lips into the skin of my stomach and abdomen, I eye him with eager fascination and impatience. Max looks up at me with the same lust in his eyes that still continue to drench my own helplessly.

"Get up here," I demand.

He obeys and moves back up to eye level with me. Whenever we look at each other, we grin or end up kissing. I am so glad we decided not to go swimming. It sucks that we did end up actually getting in, it took a longer amount of minutes to finally get our hands back on each other. Our lips carry on a wanted crave of feeling for the other pair. That is what I cannot get enough of, the feeling of Max or the sight of him. I do not care if I have only known him for a little over a month, Max Revirro has become my greatest and biggest weakness.

"You haven't...done this with anyone have you?" Max asks me, breaking our kiss apart.

"No, have you?"

"No." His cheeks turn on the pink switch.

I kiss his lips, "I'll be gentle."

Not even one of the last things I want to do is hurt Max. I just want to show him the feelings my living soul accompanies; the feelings that overwhelm my body; the feelings that twist my mind up into knots. These feelings are deep, they have their own genre of unknown. They are that strong that I cannot put a distinct label on them to show the raw truth.

From day to night ever since I met him, he has managed to maneuver a way into my brain, plant his face or a thought about him somewhere in there. It gets too much sometimes, but it is not a bad thing. At first, I was confused, confused as to why his voice and body moved constantly around in my mind like an ongoing carousel. Maybe it was a crush at first, now it is so much more than that, but I do not know if I can call it love.

I manage to find lube after digging through the bottom drawer of the nightstand. Max is waiting on my bed when I climb over top of him. His body is telling me he is relaxed, but his face is telling me that he is a bit nervous. It is normal, I am sort of nervous as well. Keeping myself in check has to happen, I cannot rush what I am about to do.

The song that Max wrote about me starts to play in my mind. His face was concentrated on his guitar and his voice was concentrated on singing the lyrics in the rhythm he wrote them in. He really can sing, his voice is amazing. I do my best to focus back on Max and being careful with him.

His full pink lips are not moving, his muscular arms are resting at his sides, and his legs are parted, feet flat on the bed with his knees up at a point. I plant soft kisses up his stomach and around his chest as I work in one of my fingers. I look up to see him biting his lip, I cannot tell if it is because of pain or pleasure.

"You okay?" I ask Max a little bit quietly.

"Mhm." He nods his head solidly.

I hold the hand that is on his right with my free hand. Our fingers intertwine together. I add another finger to make the next part a little less painful. Searching Max's face for emotion seems to be working for my brain a little, I really do not want anything to go wrong. I am prepared because I have thought about this several times; I guess to some people that might not be good, but I cannot bring myself to care when this boy who stole my heart is in my bed with me right now.

Maybe it is love, it just seems to soon to call it that, though. Nothing against Max, he probably feels the same about it being too soon to call it love. I keep going with my movements below for another minute or so before retracting my fingers out of him. Max and I let go of each other's hands so I can put all focus on the next move. I slowly push myself inside of him, studying his face for any discomfort. It forms in his face, the pain. I stop moving and give him time to adjust to the new feeling he has never felt before.

Max is holding in something, a sound, a word, something. He does not have to hold it in but he just chose to, which is fine. So far, things are going good, now that we are at the most difficult part of what is happening, it is a new special feeling that me nor Max have ever crossed paths with before. I start to move my hips at a slow pace, making sure to watch him below me, in case I need to stop.

Max grabs one of my biceps and then grabs the other one shortly after. His fingers grip tighter and tighter as the seconds pass by. I will have to check later if his fingers made prints, if they did, it is no big deal. I lean down to kiss him, it results in me catching his lips in a passionate and comfortable way. Max's legs wrap around my hips. He lets his head go back, fracturing our lip connection. He moans quietly. His arms are hooked under mine, his fingernails dig up and down my back, probably leaving recognizable lines of light red.

"You feel amazing," I whisper into his ear.

"You too," Max whispers back to me.

His voice sounds different, but in a good way. It sounds kind of wrecked, that would be my actions working that one out. I have nothing to apologize for, he wanted this too.

If Max and I were to be together, I cannot imagine my parents being upset with me or him about it; they would be supportive if anything. Should I ask him to be my boyfriend? Is it too soon to make that bold of a move? We are currently having sex, so I do not see what could be any more bold than that. I am glad to know my parents are out of the house, not being able to hear us, or accidentally walk in, therefore making things incredibly awkward.

"Gray...I-I'm-" I cut Max off by moving my hips faster and injecting kisses into the first layer of his soft skin.

He lets out this half-loud cry of pleasure. I bury my face in his neck a couple seconds later, trying to stop my vocal cords from stretching out a loud groan. Max takes my face in his hands and brings our lips close. He leans up and starts the kiss while I add on to it. That just happened; it happened and it was like...a drug I want to keep taking over and over again.

Max is trying to even out his breathing, I am doing the same. Our breaths are pants, light ones, coming down from heavy ones.

"You alright?" Max wonders.

"I'm great, you?"

"Great." His smile warms my heart.

I move myself off and out of him to go change into at least boxers and a t-shirt. I toss Max the same ensemble I am about to get into myself. He sits up in my bed, sliding the light gray t-shirt over his head and slipping the pair of dark green boxers over his waist. My boxers and black and gray plaid print and my t-shirt is colored red.

I join Max back on my bed after cleaning up a little. He snuggles himself up next to my body. Maybe I should ask him to be my boyfriend right now. I can feel his chest rise and fall against my side. His stomach sits extremely close to my ribs. What the hell do I even call what is going on between us? It is a relationship of some kind, but is it one of those kinds of relationships?

"So...what just happened..." Whatever Max was going to say, he just lets trail off into the air.

"Do you regret it?" I ask him.

"Did it sound or look like I would regret it?" He looks up at me.

I shake my head no at this. It did not sound like Max was having a miserable moment in any part of what just went on. It was not anywhere near the reality of miserable for me; like I mentioned earlier, it felt like a drug to me; a very addicting drug. Lately, ever since I started thinking about having sex with him, I always wondered what it would do to me. What it would do to my mind and what it would do to my body. If it would be bad or good, memorable or forgettable, long-lasting or short-lasting. The questions always got tangled in vines of my other thoughts and stuck around for quite awhile.

"Max?"

"What?" He asks, waiting for me to tell him the reason I reached for his attention.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" Max's head removes itself from my shoulder instantly.

It shoots up like a rocket currently launching up into space. He stares at me for a few seconds before giving me his answer.

"Yeah, thought you'd never ask." He grins widely, which makes me mirror the same facial expression he has.

All this time, I was worried for nothing. I was worried Max would reject me or say he was not ready for a relationship. I am beaming knowing that his answer was a positive one. We continue to lie next to each other in my bed, in my bed where it all just happened. Hopefully, sometime soon, it will happen again, and be amazing like the first time. I doubt anything could compare to our first time, though.

The feelings we possess for each other caused us to want to act on them. I will continue to act on them for as long as I can. Max has not been showing me any signs of pain that he could potentially hand off to me. We end up passing out from sleep we feel our bodies both need after everything we did. All I really remember is my eyes fluttering closed, thinking of how good I feel, and how happy I am to have such a beautiful human being as my boyfriend.