TITLE:
Mad Maxed
FANDOM: Mad Max
CHALLENGE:
Use opening line - "I want you"
RATING: NC-17 some chapters
WARNING: M/M slash, B/D-ish, violence, angst, language
CATEGORY: First time
DISCLAIMER: The usual - don't own them, not trying to make any
profit, etc, etc.
CHARACTERS: From the movie -
SUMMARY: Takes place before the events of the first movie.
Max is not married, has not met his future wife Jesse and is in for a
surprise about his partner on the force and his own feelings about what
he truly needs in a lover.
AUTHOR: Max (Sometimes known as
MaxG) goss6@sover.net
FEEDBACK: Very much appreciated!!
NOTE: Author fully admits that
she is not up on
Aussie slang and that characters will sound a bit “Americanized.”
CHAPTER 1
"I want
you," Goose said to himself, as he stared at Max's lithe form taking
off his leather jacket.
"Huh?" came
from the other man in a sort of distracted voice.
"Ah, I want
you to grab the shower first while I get some eats and beer across the
street," Goose quickly rushed; mortified that Max had over-heard
his wishful thinking.
"Beer
definitely sounds good after today," Max agreed and stepped into the
motel bathroom, leaving Goose to sigh with relief that his friend had
bought the cover-up.
They were
in a motel room, having been on a long chase where they eventually
apprehended the criminal, dropped him off at that county's pen, and
then decided to take a room at the local motel instead of driving
another hundred miles home in the middle of the night.
It had
seemed like the reasonable thing to do, and they had actually both
laughed when the proprietor had told them that the only room available
had one double bed.
"Fine with
me," Max had smiled amiably. "We'll flip a coin for the bed."
"Sure,"
Goose had nodded, as his heart had started thumping at another image
coming to mind.
Goose had
been interested in Max for years, but only recently had he realized
he’d gone and fallen in love with his partner on the force, his best
friend. He was terrified of Max ever finding out about the double
life he led, the women he saw as a cover and the men he saw on the
secret side.
It wasn't
as though Max had ever said anything derogatory about the gay men
that they worked with at the department, but Goose had known back when
they first met at the police academy and became friends that Max wasn't
interested in men in that way. Max Rockatansky was about as
heterosexual as a man could get, and, because of that, Goose had
assumed that Max wouldn't have wanted to be friends, or to remain
friends, even after all that time, if he knew that his partner was gay.
It was
simply a chance Goose didn't want to take. Unrequited lust turned
unrequited love, and he was willing to live with it instead.
Little did
he know, Lady Luck had a different idea.
CHAPTER 2
Max
sauntered out of the shower with just his boxers on and plunked himself
in a chair by the table to watch TV while Goose escaped into the
shower. No matter how many times Goose saw Max nude or half nude
in the locker room and showers at the station, it never failed to
arouse him in some way, whether mental or even worse,
physical, and he sure as hell didn't want Max to find out by
mistake.
By the time
he came out after a quick beating off in the shower, Max had already
eaten half the food Goose had picked up and was lounging in the bed.
"Anything
good on the telly?" Goose asked as he sat down to eat, avoiding Max's
form sprawled out on top of the bed covers.
"Same
buncha shit."
"Yeah,"
Goose nodded. "Not enough variety, huh?"
"Got that
right," Max agreed while he scratched his thigh for a moment and
guzzled yet another can of beer. "Bored out of my mind sometimes.
Everything’s the same in life."
Goose
almost choked on his food and began to wonder if he should have put his
pants on over his boxers. -
It's gonna be a long night, - he thought wearily.
"Hey," Max
said after a few minutes with a slight slur. "Getting really
late. Ready to flip for the bed?"
"Sure."
Goose stood and rummaged through his pants pockets and then Max's pants
pockets for change. "Shit, nothing but bills. Go ahead and
take the bed, mate. I'll take the floor."
"'ssss not
fair," Max stuttered drowsily from the beer and rolled over on his
right side to face the middle of the bed. "Share if ya want."
- OH MY GOD! - Goose
thought at the prospect of actually sharing a bed with Max. They
had slept together sitting up in the front of their squad car many
times and on couches with other guys at the station during down
times, but never once had they shared a bed! He wasn't sure
if he could go through with it. Hell, who was he kidding?
He was going to jump at the chance, innocent sharing or not.
Faster than
Max could fall asleep, Goose laid down on his side facing the
man. He was beginning to show that arousal now, but with Max
half-drunk and unlikely to look south of the border at another man in
bed with him, he was pretty sure he was safe.
Goose
reached up and shut the light off, but had neglected to close the
curtains so the room stayed illuminated just enough to make each
other's features out. He was glad for it. Goose really
enjoyed any chance he got to stare into Max's beautiful blue eyes, even
though they were a bit bleary at the moment.
"So, you
been bored lately?" he started, hoping to keep Max awake for a while
since there was no way he was ready to fall asleep yet.
"Yeah, that
bitch Linda is driving me up the wall. Hangs on me all the time. Calls
me constantly. Picks fights when I'm not in the mood to go out. Hinting
around for a ring. You know what I mean."
"Well, why
don't you dump her? Always someone else around. You never have
trouble hooking up when you want to." - That's an understatement, -
he thought to himself about Max. - Women swoon over you just like a few other
guys I know do. -
"Yeah, I
know," Max laughed, aware of his unusually good looks, although it did
embarrass him a bit to be judged like that. "But was getting
tired of that scene. Guess I'm looking for more. Just don't know if
Linda is it or not."
"Looking
for more? Mad Max Rockatansky is looking for more?" Goose teased, using
his 'mad' nickname that he had earned from his strength and intensity
on the force.
Max was the
best law enforcement agent they had, and Goose and most others easily
acknowledged it. The public was lucky to have Max as a cop
protecting their roads, and Goose felt lucky to be able to ride shot
gun with him most of the time.
"Awwww
'sssss not funny," Max laughed again. "Can't I have more
too? So many of the blokes we know have real relationships with
women or men. Just wanna find the right one too. Ain't getting any
younger."
True,
although he was only 25 to Goose's 24.
"Hey, about
that." Goose decided to take the plunge on a subject they'd never
once actually talked about openly. "How you feel about the men at
the station that go out with other men?"
Max froze
for a moment at the question, not quite sure how Goose felt about it
either and feeling strangely uncomfortable to be talking about it in
bed with a man. "Well, doesn't bother me at all personally," he
said truthfully after a moment. "Whatever feels right for a
person, I guess. You?"
"Nope,
don't bother me either," Goose grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at Max
in a mock flirtatious way just to see how Max would react.
He knew he was playing with fire, but he just couldn't stop himself.
That 'fire'
reacted all right, but it was just like he usually did with Goose.
He laughed.
But that
time, his left hand reached out and pushed in mock horror at
Goose's hip in a joking way as though he wanted his friend away from
him. He didn't, of course. He was
just teasing back.
Goose
didn't laugh, however. He suddenly knew what he had to do.
It happened so fast that if he had stopped to think about it
first, he never in a million years would have done it. He grabbed
right hold of Max's wrist with his right hand and held it against his
erection through his boxers.
There would
be no doubt in Max's mind that Jim Goose was turned on.
CHAPTER 3
HEAT!
The word flashed through Max's shocked mind at feeling the warm
hardened length against his palm.
The next
word wasn't nearly as nice.
- FAGGOT! -
he thought
next in horror and tried to pull his hand back.
It didn't
work.
Goose had a
firm grip on his wrist, Max was physically tired and half-drunk, and
his hand stayed pressed against that new territory much longer than he
consciously wanted it to. It had almost become like a tug of war
between them.
Max's eyes
widened and he tried to pull back again, but Goose had thrown all
caution to the wind, and he was ready to accept the consequences for
his actions. He was just hoping that Max wouldn't tear his throat
out for it.
He wasn't
far from it. Max was staring down at the other man's hand
holding his and knew that he had to make a decision. He could use
stronger force, rip his hand away while punching out with his
other. But that would mean deliberately harming his best friend
in the process, and it was a bridge they had never needed to cross.
- GOOSE IS
GAY GOOSE IS GAY GOOSE IS GAY! - went
screaming through his mind at the revelation. He was shocked
beyond belief, his eyes showed it, but he struggled to maintain
composure and not bring himself to offend his friend, who obviously had
decided to show his feelings for him. He didn't know if he
admired Goose for being courageous or if he felt betrayed for not
having known all their years as friends. It bothered him a lot,
and the more he considered it, his hand stayed right where it was, no
longer trying to move away.
One thing Max did refuse to consider was why he would even allow his hand to stay there while they stared at each other. It was a prospect Max wasn't ready to think about just yet.
Minutes
passed that felt like an eternity between them, and Goose lessened his
grip on Max's hand, praying that his friend wouldn't strike out at him
suddenly.
Max did no
such thing. As long as Goose continued to hold his wrist, Max
continued to keep his palm on the man's crotch. It was almost as
though Max was becoming entranced by the strange feelings sweeping
through him, the way Goose was staring at him so earnestly, the almost
tangible scent of both desire and fear rolling off the man towards
him. It was a combination that would prove to be Max's
undoing, as it prickled over and under his skin in a way he
had never felt with a woman in bed, and he found that it was a new
sensation he was beginning to like.
However,
the moment he realized that and felt his own physical arousal
beginning in response to the signals Goose was sending, he snapped
right out of it. His own groin may have been tightening, but his
mind was free again. "Lemme go," he growled.
Goose
immediately did. He'd heard that tone of warning in Max's voice
before when they handled criminals, and he certainly didn't want it
ever directed at him. He knew perfectly well what Max was
capable of and why he lived up to the name Mad Max on the
road.
"Sorry," he
started, but quickly shut his mouth at the flare of fury that
erupted from the eyes in front of him.
Max rolled
fast from the bed, fearful that he would actually hit his friend if he
didn't. In seconds he was sitting in the one easy chair in
the corner of the room with a pillow and a blanket, a parting message
spoken before he closed his eyes. "You come near me, I'll
kill you."
CHAPTER 4
The next
morning Max awoke to a very familiar sound he knew from years of
spending time with men, and of course, with himself. Goose was
whacking off. The man was trying to be quiet about it, but his
breathing gave him away, his fist was making that very specific sound
of flesh against flesh, and, most surprisingly, he was doing it on the
floor under a blanket.
Max didn't
know, but Goose had felt strange sleeping in the bed after what had
happened between them, and once he was sure Max had fallen asleep, he
had crawled onto the floor to spend the night. He was also
feeling surprised, like Max, about what he was doing there and not able
to bring himself to stop.
Goose had
woken from fitful dreams of the way Max had looked at him at
first, the way he had kept touching him, although admittedly his
fingers had never once moved. Goose just couldn't get it out of
his mind that maybe he had actually reached something in Max, that
maybe there was the slightest most infinitesimal chance that
Max would give him what he needed, that maybe he had done the right
thing after all.
He was
about to find out.
Max stalked
over to him, indignant at knowing that the man was likely using him to
relieve himself, but when he looked down at Goose, saw the splotched
face of lust colored red highlighting his cheeks, the anger receded,
and that strange prickling feeling washed over his skin again.
His blood
began hammering through his veins, his groin began to tighten,
but that time he didn't run away from it. That time he met
it head on, although not in the way that Goose would have
certainly liked the most.
A
bare foot rose and kicked the blanket off Goose, exposing the man
to Max's view. Goose struggled not to reach
for cover, sensing that the move was aggressive but not
actually meant to be harmful. His hand stopped moving,
however, not sure what to do, although it stayed gripped to his
length, a length that Max was staring at closely for the first time
ever.
Slowly
he started stroking himself again, praying he was making the
right choice, and while Max watched with his own quickening
of breath, Goose soon cried out softly at the feel of his
seed flowing over his hand under the intensity of the gaze Max held him
under. It had turned out to be the best damn hand job he had ever
given himself.
Max continued to stand frozen for a moment, as the heat in his eyes cooled and he began to breathe normally again. He didn't know what to do. He had actually watched a man jerk off in front of him, a man he knew desired him. It both revolted him and thrilled him. He could feel something strange in Goose calling to him, but he was far from ready to accept it.
And, at
that point, it was unlikely he ever would. Max was just in
too much turmoil at the turn his life had taken. With a snort of
disgust at himself, he stepped right over Goose and went into the
bathroom. It was time to take a very cold shower.
When he
came out, feeling marginally better, especially physically, Goose was
dressed and standing by the window. He turned to Max, a hopeful
look on his face that their friendship was intact, but Max avoided
his eyes, grunting, "I'm going home."
Two hours
of silence and tension later, Max dropped Goose off at his flat
and went to his beach house to sleep the sleep of a very confused man.
CHAPTER 5
The next
morning Goose heard the honk of the car horn outside his flat and
hurried outside, relieved beyond belief that Max was there to pick
him up for work like usual. He slid into the passenger
seat with a, "Morning," which Max ignored, and they headed down
the highway in silence again until Max finally spoke.
"Should've
told me."
"I know,"
Goose immediately sighed. "I'm sorry."
"How long?"
Max asked, although his eyes never left the road.
"Long
before we met," he admitted.
"Girls?"
"No. Not
like that."
"Guys at
the station?"
"Yeah, a
few. Some I meet at the clubs."
"Clubs?"
"Yeah, not
around here. I take the bus. Hard to describe."
"Try me."
"I don't
know if I should."
And right
then and there, Goose knew he had found the man he was yearning for.
Max's head
whipped around, a snarl erupting from his lips in a punctuated voice. "I.SAID.TRY.ME."
It washed
over Goose perfectly, and he had to control the urge not to
smile. He knew what he was going to do now to convince Max of
their compatibility. "I .... I go to the clubs looking for a
specific kinda man. I'm a very hard-core bottom, Max. Do ya
know what that means?"
"Yeah," Max
murmured, his eyes back on the road. "I think I know what you're
saying. You like men to order you around. That kinda stuff."
"A lot more
to it than that, but yes, essentially."
"You like
being hurt?" Max really wanted some answers now.
"No! I mean, it depends. With the right dom a little pain is great. But it's so fucking hard to trust a bloke to know when to hold back, not cross the line ..... Shit, mate, you think I'm sick, don't you?" - Damnit! I said too much! -
"No Goose,"
Max denied very quietly. "But I'm not gonna pretend I understand
it."
Goose's
mouth opened and closed a couple of times, wondering if he should say
just one more thing or not.
"Spit it
out," Max said at seeing his friend's indecision.
With an
audible sigh, Goose continued. "What I'm looking for is something
that feels right, feels perfect. I don't feel it with the other blokes."
"Are you
saying you feel it with me?" Max asked with narrowed eyes turning to
him.
It was
absolutely truth time.
"Yeah,
Max. I do. I feel it, and I think you feel it too. I think that
it's in you to be a fucking fantastic dom for me, and I think you'll
really like it if you give it a chance."
In response
to hearing what he was already questioning in his own body, Max's hands
tightened on the wheel, his gaze fixed on the road, and he was grateful
that they pulled into the station before he had a chance to consider
what to say.
Although
the day went normally in most ways, Goose went about unfurling his
plan. He took to standing close to, although being careful not
to touch, Max as much as possible. He even began
anticipating the man's wants and needs, getting things for him, doing
things for him before Max could do it for himself.
It wasn't
long before everyone in the station saw what was happening, and it
wasn't long before Max decided that he liked being treated in
that way. Girls had done it in the past, but he had always sensed
that they didn't really mean it; they had only wanted him in bed or as
marriage material, not something on a deeper level.
He
convinced himself that he wasn't interested in a deep level
past friendship with Goose, but he couldn't deny that watching
Goose in action as he brought him coffee and donuts, magazines or
anything else he mentioned or reached for, was very fulfilling. -
Hell, if the man doesn't want to,
he can stop anytime he wants. I'm not forcing him to wait on me hand
and foot. Not even asking him. -
Well, he
wasn't asking him ....... yet.
As a couple
weeks passed by, Max was the one that subconsciously moved it to the
next level. He began showing Goose with little looks and short
curt words what he wanted every day around the station. Goose
thought he had died and gone to heaven. His plan was working.
The men
around them continued to watch, and unbeknownst to Goose and Max, a
wager was going on behind their backs. It was great entertainment
to see what would happen between the two, and money was quickly passed
back and forth between their friends and co-workers.
Goose
suspected they were being watched, and he played up to it as best he
could without being obvious to Max, who pretended to be oblivious to
the change in their environment. The two had yet to touch in any
way, and as far as Max was concerned, that was fine with him. He
was more than willing to keep seeing an annoying Linda for sex before
he'd let himself touch another man.
If he and
Goose hadn't been such good friends for years and good partners on the
force, Max probably would have quit his job and moved away. He
was that scared deep down inside of changing.
Goose knew
that of course and spent those weeks being a perfect servant, but not
in any way that would frighten his prospective lover off. He knew
it would have to be a slow process with Max. His partner was
the most stubborn man he knew, and it was one of the traits about him
that he loved.
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The
incident that brought it to a head happened over a month later in
the leisure yard where the men went to blow off steam by lifting
weights, throwing sports equipment around or just lounging around in
the sun for a while between missions.
A new man
had joined the force recently, and Goose had immediately sensed a
competitor.
Bentley was
a sub just like him. To a gay man, it was
obvious by the way the man looked at Max and also at the other true
dom, Johnson, in their station. The force
was made up of an almost equal proportion of gay and straight
men. But, as gay men knew more so than straight men, doms or tops
in the gay world were not as common as bottoms.
The few straight men who had actually talked to Goose about it
had told him that they thought it was backwards, that it would be the
other way around, but nothing went the way you expected in life, and
that was one of those things. Men
were by nature the more aggressive sex of the species, but when men
desired other men for sexual needs, it was more often than not that
they wanted to be the reverse as a bed partner. At
least that was the way it seemed.
And, because of that, a man who had a good top would fight to keep him by tooth and nail if necessary rather than risk losing him to the sea of bottoms waiting to snatch him up. It was a very large sea, and a man like Max, just coming into his new sexuality, could easily be swallowed whole if Goose didn’t stand up and protect him. Not just for Max, but also for himself.
With that
in mind, plus the fact that his body was tensing with plain 'ole
jealousy, he watched Max converse with Bentley in the yard one day,
laughing and talking, while he stood on the other side and tried to
talk to other men.
- Can’t you see he’s
flirting with you? –
he wanted to scream across the yard at Max.
Max didn’t see a thing. He was just having a conversation and was still fairly naïve with noticing at how men, besides Goose now, flirted with other men. It wasn’t until Bentley actually touched his arm during the telling of a joke that Max started to get a clue. He wasn’t about to say anything, of course, as he had yet to make an announcement of any kind about his relationship with Goose or his sexuality in any way other than what the men had seen and heard of in his experiences with the local women.
Max was never one for kissing and telling. As much as he knew that he could go out with most of the women that flirted with him on a regular basis, he was actually a bit shy about asking someone out on a first date. It made him even more endearing to women, as Max didn't have a true wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am reputation like one would have expected.
With a
smile, he ended the conversation and drifted away, leaving Bentley with
the swooning feeling that many women often felt when Max Rockatansky
smiled at them.
“You
bitch,” Goose was soon hissing in Bentley’s face as he pushed the
man. Max had already moved across the yard
and wasn’t paying any attention.
“Who are
you calling a bitch?” Bentley protested and regained his footing.
“Stay away
from Max.”
“Oh yeah?
Well I heard Mr. Gorgeous was still on the fence about it, that
apparently your scuzzy ass wasn’t doing it for him. I bet I could get
him to fall off that fence onto mine in less than a day.”
Goose
didn’t even answer. He did what he had
wanted to do the first moment he caught Bentley looking at Max the
other day. He decked him.
Bentley
staggered but jumped back up and tackled Goose to the ground with a
roar that caught the ears of every man in the yard who hadn’t already
been watching with keen interest. Faces
turned to see the two roll across the dirt, hitting and
swearing as blood flew from mouths and arms and legs battered at
the other.
It didn’t
last long.
In less
than a minute Goose was flying up against a chain link fence under
Max’s fury while Bentley slowly climbed to his feet.
Max was in a rage. He knew what the
men must have been fighting about. He
wasn’t stupid. But it made him feel like a
piece of meat, and that royally pissed him off.
“Don’t you
fucking move!” he shouted at Goose and turned back to Bentley.
Bentley was
grinning with victory, thinking he had won Max’s favor, but if
anything, he had won his contempt. The mad
man stalked over to him, as Bentley’s grin faltered at seeing the
look on Max’s face. But the sub in Bentley kept him standing
still, only a slight whimper of fear escaped while Max leaned close and
whispered in his ear. “I’m not gay, but if
you fuck with Goose again, I’ll ram my shotgun up your ass and blow
your fucking head off.”
The man
nodded quickly in understanding and sagged considerably when Max
stormed out of the yard ……. leaving Goose on the fence.
CHAPTER 6
Four hours
later, Goose was still there.
He had been
told not to move, and even if he wanted to now, his knees had become
locked, and he would have fallen flat on his face in the dirt. The muscles in his arms were in agony too,
holding them up against the chain with his fingers laced through the
fence, defying gravity. It wasn’t the
horrible pain of his cramping exhausted body, however, that was doing
him in. It was standing all afternoon in
the hot Australian sun in his full body leather uniform that was making
Jim Goose truly suffer.
Max didn’t
care in the least. It had turned into a
battle of wills, and as far as he was concerned, Goose could let go of
the fence anytime he wanted and come inside. Sure,
they’d probably have an argument about it, but then they could go back
to the way things had been the last month, a way that Max had become
comfortable enough with.
Unfortunately,
Goose didn’t want that anymore. He
desperately needed more from Max, and waiting for Max to “release” him
was his way of taking that stand and making it known.
The man he knew was his dom would come to his aid or Goose would
stay by that fence until he collapsed.
Fifi was
the one that finally broke the battle. Unknown
to both men, he had already taken Goose and Max off the work schedule
for the rest of the day and night, and he was quite ready to say
something to his best man on the force about what was going on.
“ROCKATANSKY!”
he bellowed from his office. “GET YOUR ASS
IN HERE NOW!”
Max stood
from the couch where he had been trying to watch TV with one eye while
keeping the other eye on the figure of Goose far across the yard. With a shrug of nonchalance at his co-workers,
he took his time sauntering into their commander’s office.
Max had
been yelled at many times on the force. It
came with being so good at what he did that he was sometimes TOO good
and got in trouble for it too. He didn’t
care one whit about being dressed down or reprimanded when it was
called for, whether he agreed with it or not. Fifi
didn’t intimidate him in any way. He
highly respected his superior, and he enjoyed working for the man most
of the time.
“What’s up,
Fifi?” he asked, as he walked up to the man’s desk.
Fifi stood,
walked around the desk and towered over Max. He
was a very large man, tall and broad, but he knew Max wasn’t one to
even notice and break a sweat. “Take a
look out that window, Max,” he said and grabbed his arm, yanking him
across the floor to the window.
“Yeah, nice
day, isn’t it?” Max quipped.
“Sod off ya
moron! Don’t ya see what’s happening?”
“All I see
is an idiot sweating in the sun.”
“That idiot
is one of my best men, and I want you to march your ass out there and
bring him in.”
“No fucking
way.” Max stood firm, his lips set in
stubbornness that Fifi recognized well from past confrontations.
“You’ll do
this, Rockatansky, or I’ll give Goose a new partner.”
That
certainly made Max’s lips twitch.
“Who?” he
demanded.
“Johnson,”
Fifi smirked. He knew just what man to
throw at Max, the only other very dominant gay man on the force. Either Max would step forward to protect his
partner, his friend, and his quite likely soon to be lover, or Fifi
would go out there, forcibly pull Goose off the fence and assign him a
new partner to ride shotgun with, a man that Fifi knew had a past
history with Goose.
“Fine,” Max
sneered. Giving in didn’t come easy to him. “I’ll bring his sorry ass in.”
“Not just
that,” Fifi smirked again, knowing he had Max by the balls in a way he
had never truly had before.
“What?” Max
snapped with impatience, staring up at his commander.
“Take
this,” Fifi grinned, dropping a key into his hand.
“It’s to my two rooms out back. I want you to bring Goose there,
take care of him, and I don’t want to see either of your faces until
The
commander of the station knew it was just a matter of time, like the
other men did, before Max officially claimed Goose as his own. He was just quite surprised that it hadn’t
happened yet, as most of the men, gay and straight, could see what a
perfect couple Max and Goose would make in that way.
Besides, he had a little money on that wager too, and it never
hurt to stack the deck in your favor if given the chance.
“Why can’t
I just drop him home like normal?” Max questioned.
He wasn’t too thrilled with the prospect of spending another
night with the man. It was something he
had been careful not to do since that life-changing incident in the
motel.
“This is a
fucking order, Rockatansky. Do it, and that’s final.”
- And maybe when you come out tomorrow, you’ll have
straightened this mess up between the two of you one way or the other
and even put a little change in my pockets. –
“You’re the
boss,” Max snorted with a roll of his eyes and headed out to the yard.
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It only
took one close up look at Goose for Max to admit to himself that he had
been wrong. He should have given in and
“released” the man much sooner. Max had
never seen someone be so close to heat exhaustion and still stand
conscious, although barely conscious, that was for sure.
“Goose, you
wanker,” he said softly in remorse.
The man’s
head slowly lifted. He had been unaware
that Max was even there. His agony was so
great that he had turned his mind into his safe place that he used only
when a dom got too rough and he was unable to stop it.
It was a place where nothing could physically hurt him, a place
to keep himself from going insane.
Anyone
else’s voice probably wouldn’t have even reached to him in that place,
but Goose had already willingly conditioned himself to respond to Max’s
voice, the voice of his master, the voice of the man he loved, and he
responded to that voice with an anguished whimper that barely reached
Max’s ears.
Anguished
or not, those ears were still hardened, just like the man’s heart in
that matter. Max simply couldn’t
comprehend how someone could go to such an extreme to make a point,
especially a point to someone who didn’t want anything to do with that
point. It didn’t make sense to Max, but he
was too tired of the battle to take his anger out on Goose at the
moment. Instead, he asked with simple
weariness, “Why mate? Why would you do this to yourself?”
“For you,
only for you,” came from the swollen cracked lips of the man before his
head fell again against his chest. Exactly
what was needed to pierce through the steel surrounding Max’s resolve.
With a deep
sigh, he finally said the one word left to say, the word that was
needed to end his friend’s suffering. “Move.”
With a loud
groan, Goose released the chain link fence and fell forward, unable to
stop himself. He would have landed on the
ground, probably broken his nose and other bones in his face if Max
hadn’t caught him, heaved him up around his neck and across both
shoulders, and placed him in a secure hold to carry him back inside.
With a
grunt from the weight of a man only a few pounds lighter than himself,
he walked through the station, ignored all the stares, and brought
Goose right into the rooms in the back, gently laying the beaten body
on Fifi’s large bed.
Goose
hardly stirred as Max quickly pulled the leather jacket of his uniform
open to let cooler air reach him. “Water,”
Goose rasped, and Max ran into the kitchen, bringing back a large glass
and holding it with a shaking hand as Goose drank while Max supported
his head with his other hand.
“Better?”
Max asked, feeling real pains of guilt at what he had let happen.
Goose
didn’t respond. His head fell back, passed
out into a deep sleep, and Max immediately checked his pulse and rise
and fall of his chest.
When he was
satisfied that Goose would recover fully in time, he continued
stripping the man down to just his boxers, left the room long enough to
run a bath full of lukewarm water, and carried in his arms the sleeping
man to the tub to be cleaned. After over
four hours in the hot sun in his full uniform, Goose really needed it.
The bathtub
was filled with an entire bottle of shampoo, as Max didn’t want to
touch any more of Goose than he had to, and he let him soak in the
water wearing those boxers while he ran a soapy washcloth over and
under his arms, around his neck, face and upper chest, through his hair
and wherever the water in the tub didn’t reach.
Once he
felt sure that Goose was as clean as he was going to get with the only
type of bath Max was willing to give him, he lifted him out, laid him
back on the bed and proceeded to dry him off with soft towels. Goose had yet to stir.
- Fuck.
What about those wet boxers now? Can’t
let him lay in them like that. –
Well, he
could have, but Max didn’t want to take a chance with Goose getting ill
in his weakened condition. So, with a
shake of his head, he pulled them off, glancing only for a second at
something he’d seen many times over the years but had never really paid
any attention to until that day last month.
Once
Goose’s body was completely bare and as dry as it was going to get
without Max actually running the towel over that area, he threw a light
blanket over the man, turned the light low and left the room to clean
the bathroom and throw the man’s clothes into the washing machine.
When that
was done, he moved into the kitchen after a quick check to be sure
Goose was still sleeping, and seeing that the man was breathing
normally in a healing rest, he fixed himself some dinner, turned on the
TV and settled into a recliner by the bed for the evening and night.
There was
no way Max would climb into the bed next to Goose, sleeping or not.
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Morning
came and Max immediately jumped to check on Goose.
The man had rolled over onto his stomach during the night,
kicked the blanket off and was showing every inch of skin on his
backside to Max’s sight.
- Jesus! - Max thought and turned away, resisting an
impulse to reach out and touch the mounds of flesh.
– What the hell is wrong with me? It’s just an ass! A MAN’S
ass for Christ’s sake! I gotta call Linda
today and get laid! –
And with
that determined thought, he stepped into the shower before he could
cave to the itching that was creeping into his groin.
Unfortunately,
the shower didn’t help that time like it had in the motel room once. He tried cold, hot, warm and cold again, until
he finally gave up and stepped out with a raging hard-on.
“Fuck
Goose!” he shouted in surprise at seeing the man standing in the
bathroom, nude with his own hard-on.
Goose
didn’t even jump at the shout. He took one
look at Max’s dripping wet manhood he had never seen both engorged and
bare at the same time and fell to his knees in front of him.
“Let me,
please,” he asked and looked up with huge pleading eyes.
Goose was a man with every characteristic of what was considered
‘normal’ behavior for a man, except in that one way.
It was the
kneeling position and the look that did it more than the words. It reached right down in that part of Max that
Goose was desperately trying to find in his friend.
It reached down and wrapped itself tenaciously around Max’s own
inner sexuality.
“You wanna
suck me?” Max grunted after a long moment of staring in wonderment at
the repulsive yet exquisite sight before him.
He had never in his life thought he would find himself one day
saying those words to a man.
“Yes,
please,” Goose practically moaned and reached out one hand. He was feeling much better both physically and
mentally from his ordeal, and he was ready for anything.
“Don’t
touch me,” Max growled and roughly batted his hand away.
“Don’t ever touch me unless I tell you to.”
“Yes, Sir,”
Goose spoke with a catch in his voice. He
could almost feel the change in the air as Max began to transform into
exactly what he knew he could be. Max had
said ‘unless I tell you to,’ the perfect phrasing for a man like Goose.
“What did
you say?” Max asked, confusion in his voice in thinking that he
couldn’t possibly have heard Goose correctly.
“I said,
Yes Sir,” Goose replied easily.
Max stood
still, his brow furrowing as he rolled the word ‘sir’ through his mind,
decided he liked it very much indeed and nodded his head approvingly to
Goose. “So, tell me Goose,” he continued
with a line of questioning he had been wondering about recently. “You suck a lot of dick?”
“Yes Sir,”
was the unhesitant answer. Goose had no
intention of ever lying to Max now that his secret was out.
“Lately?”
Max asked in a calm tone, although his body was unconsciously tensing
at the thought of what Goose may have being doing in recent weeks.
“No, Sir.
Not since ….. that night.” Goose hadn’t
wanted to touch another man or let another man touch him the minute he
had realized that there was a possibility of a relationship with Max.
“Good.” Max nodded again with
satisfaction. “Been with any women lately?
I know you’ve had
sex with women, Goose. Seen you in action at parties.”
Goose was
tempted to chuckle. He knew what Max was
referring to; wild drunk parties where people tended to go off into
corners and hump with little care if anyone happened to see them. He didn’t dare let out that chuckle, though. He knew he had to stay serious for this. Too much was at stake.
“No Sir. I
haven’t touched a woman like that in months. I can do it if I have to,
but I don’t prefer it.”
“Good, ‘cuz
I don’t want you to. No men, no women. Understand?”
“Yes Sir!”
Goose shouted in delight, as his cock twitched noticeably.
He’d be celibate for the rest of his life if he had to for Max.
Max wasn’t
really sure what he wanted or what he was doing or saying.
He looked like he was in control, but he felt almost as though
someone else were speaking through him, guiding him in the way that
Goose needed even though he had no intention of ever being the man’s
lover.
– I
just told him he couldn’t be with anyone? How could I do that to him? –
he thought in shock and opened his mouth to take it back when that
length jutting up from the man’s hips towards him twitched again, even
harder, and he caught the sight of semen dripping from it.
- Oh
god! He’s driving me crazy! – “Get ….
Get back in bed,” he snapped, as blood roared through his body in
desire. No woman had ever made him feel
quite that way.
At the
order, the sweetest words Goose had ever heard, he was on his feet,
flying from the bathroom to land on the bed on his hands and knees and
present his backside to Max.
It almost
undid Max right there to see the position he was in when he finally
stepped into the room, still nude and very much aroused.
Reining himself back, he moved up close to the bed and stared at
the form of the man in the bright room and at the look on the man’s
hopeful face.
It made him
want to question Goose more.
“You really
like a dick up your ass?” - No one’s
EVER touching mine! -
“Yes Sir. I
do.” - Best fucking feeling in
the world! -
“Ever do it
to another bloke or a girl?”
“No, don’t
want to.”
“Let men
suck you?”
“Yes Sir.
The ones that will. Better than women.”
“Really?
Why?” Max was curious.
He’d been the recipient of some pretty good blow jobs, although
he could well remember some pretty bad ones too.
“Blokes I
sixty-nine with really want to. Love sucking dick as much as I do. I
just don’t know any women who are quite as ….. enthusiastic about it.”
“Enthusiastic?”
Max laughed. “Yeah, I get what you mean.
So, Goose, you want to sixty-nine with me?
“Yes Sir. I
mean no Sir. I mean ….”
“You mean
what?”