Countdown to Chaos (Dying Star Nightclub - MATURE CTNT!)after the Panacea thread, whenever that occurred
The Dying Star was well packed as usual, though not quite as much as it would have been on a Saturday night when just about everyone didn't have any obligations to fulfil. When Matt entered the popular club, the final chorus of a rock song was just playing, the crowd not yet fully convinced they felt like proper partying. It was just a matter of the right song to get the remaining third onto the dance floor though, as usual. That was the beauty of clubs like this one: contrary to just about everywhere else, here almost everyone started to dance at some point or another which was truly refreshing. One reason for that might have been the simple fact that spoilsports not dancing were being shunned sooner or later. And didn't get a chance to mingle with the it-people.
There was going out, and then there was going out properly. That night, Matthias Evans was proud to say the latter was true for him. When not talking relationships, and he wasn't by any means, for him the difference clearly lay in whether you were out on your own or with someone else. Being at a club alone was of course not nearly as sad as sitting in a restaurant all by yourself, but still Matt felt it was much better to avoid it and make sure you were there with at least one friend, preferably with a couple of them.
It was at this point that he halted his ponderings for a moment. What had he just thought? Ordering a cider at the bar, the light-elemental couldn't help but wonder whether that was the level Max and he had reached by now. The funny thing was, Matt felt anything but sure whether he was rather inclined to estimating them to be somewhere above or below that. Certainly not for the first time, he pondered what exactly it was they had there? It seemed quite certain to him that it wasn't just physical attraction, at least not on his part – but at the same time, he wasn't even entirely positive whether that factor played any significant role for Max who was so new to the whole male on male thing that he probably hadn't thought much about the appearance aspect so far.
Or was that he being too pessimistic? Did he actually care what Max was thinking of him anyway? The almost immediate reaction of a voice inside of him going 'Well, yeah.' was answer enough, the same voice making sure he didn't even consider proceeding to pondering whether he maybe was in love with the infamous school bully after all. That was just ridiculous anyway, wasn't it? Honestly. Despite his best efforts though, the fact that this black-haired young man had always had problems figuring out his own emotional state didn't really help him at believing his thoughts. Tricky was quite an understatement.
As so often when it came to such inner conflicts, Matt decided to simply ignore them for the time being. After all, what was there he could do about it? Even so, was there anything he would have wanted to do about it anyway? The pop song that followed was a strange reflection of his thoughts, a coincidence Matt registered with a self-ironical smile.
~ What if I don't wanna move on, if I like it as it is. Wanna keep it like this, for a while...forever. ~ When, if ever, would he tell Max the truth about the night in which nothing had happened? He hoped it would be the right time, that the other wouldn't care too much... that it wouldn't change anything.
He couldn't know that when the beans were finally to be spilt, he himself would have stopped caring how Max were taking it. Or so he'd tell himself anyway. There's nothing quite at powerful as a lie you tell yourself, for who could you possibly be more inclined to trust than your own mind?
~ Believe me, it's true, for a while...forever. ~
There comes a point in everyone's life when we have to take over responsibility. The question remains whether there is also a time when we can get rid of it again.
Night drew across the city, lights lit the streets and cars filled them like stuttering rivers, the stars above faded from the over powering light of civilization, the moon mostly hidden by shadows and clouds. Life scurried ever onwards as Max’s sleek black vehicle moved through lanes, driving towards the Dying Star in order to rendezvous with his new found friend. A friend Max was far too tight lipped about at the moment, not that anyone really cared to pry… at least no one that Max knew personally.
Most of the day was nothing but a throttle of errands and demands which, for the most part, Max had skillfully ignored and neglected, never one for going more then his bare minimum required… unless it involved the Panacea. A soft nervous filled Max the entire day, a strange thrill in the ever growing panic… the more an issue was mulled over the heavier it sat on ones heart. The young Chadstone’s very nerves seemed to be flared and on edge, and there was nothing better cure to wrecked nerves then a sip of something strong. New England Icetea, Max hadn’t had it often, consisting of an innocent blend of cranberry and lemon… with an added concoction of white rum, vodka and cointreau. The youth had started drinking only a lightly before his car was ready to take the young heir of the Chadstone empire to his meeting place, a few beers and a couple of smokes… Max hated smoking, yet at the same time he grew up with it all around him, going through a time when he was 14 where he snuck off with the group of kids just to smoke unseen. Not that Max worried about being caught… that all aside, since then Max still felt a desire to light up and take the occasional puff when he stressed out.
Why was there so much stress though? Obviously things weren’t perfect… sure the sex was good, interesting… fresh… and Matt seemed ok, well, no, he seemed pretty cool… didn’t he? He… in the end it didn’t matter how nice or interesting or satisfying anything was, this guy was a guy and Max… as appealing as it felt the thought was still appalling and the youth was torn and angry… scared, confused, hell, he was any number of emotions right now.
Another sigh fell from the young man’s lips as he leaned his head back, his mouth tingled with his drinks residue and the foul taste of tobacco, though the dislike for it didn’t stop Max from pulling the butt of the cigarette to his lips and taking in a puff. Darkly lit sapphire eyes watched almost careless as the smoke was breathed out towards the ceiling. A light tinkering of ice cubes were heard as the car moved, the class resting on Max’s taut abdomen muscles, which seemed more that out of tensed stress at this point.
The experience was so bizarre… intriguing as it was frightening, making him feel desperate for something he didn’t even need, it’s how it felt at times anyway… time’s when he wasn’t around Matt and could just think about thinks without the temptation there to allure him further from the path his father set. Only three puffs were drawn from the ciggy before it was put out, the car pulled it a stop just as Max finished the last remnants of his drink, leaving the teen to throw open the door and pull himself out, the driver waited for instructions before leaving to find some place to refuel his boss’s car.
The walk into the dying star was as it always was, a look from them, ignoring from Max, the youth walked in, the others let him. Hands fidgeted with a packet of gum, pulling out two pieces to slip into his mouth as he walked along the side of the bar. Now… where the hell was the dude that caused all these problems Max found himself stressing over? Honestly, Max couldn’t see why he was doing what he was doing… he never really thought much on the matter, still torn between hate and need, strange curiosity and spiteful blame, all of which was targeted towards the elder mutant, Matt. And yet, the teen found himself glancing around the patrons expectantly, trying to figure which shaded figure belonged to the one he intended on meeting.
A dusty red shirt, the large numbers 69 written on the front with gray rimmed collar and sleeves, as well as the base of the shirt. A Brown leather belt wrapped about his waist and comfy jeans draped the young Chadstone’s legs, the feet of which had classy white sneakers that despite the casual ability still held a class to them. Light eyes cast themselves down to the silver band on Max’s wrist, his gaze taking in the time on the priceless watch his brother had given him so long ago. He wasn’t sure if he was on time, early or late, the time was rather open considering it was more like ‘see you around’ instead of ‘be there or die’. Though, frankly, the thought of Matt not turning up had a rather sour taste on the younger of the two, being stood up was never pleasant, but that’d just add insult to a pretty damn big injury and Max would make sure that regret was made at having left him standing there on his own like an idiot!
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The 'spiked apple juice', as he called it, in one hand, the light-elemental was leaning against the wall next to the bar's back end, gaze drifting around aimless, taking in what there was to be seen. It resembled empiric research in a way, spotting patterns; just not overly demanding an academic task. The slower the song the higher the amount of couples (or those that had quite some potential to become one) – the simple reason being that dancing slowly all by yourself was a pretty odd sight in most cases. Such musings aside, it was just entertaining to watch those that knew exactly what they were doing on the dance floor... and those that didn't all the more. He wasn't really making fun of them. Not really – but he wasn't far from it either.
A rather slimy male in his early twenties was just hitting on a pretty redhead when, unnoticed by Matt, Max entered the Dying Star. Distracted by the almost classical scene happening on the dance floor, the black-haired mutant was inclined to already give Mr Greasy – as he had decided to call the guy – an award for his quite astonishing utter lack of subtleness alone. That, however, was still surpassed by the most basic and uncreative approach imaginable. Of course he couldn't understand the words, but they weren't overly hard to guess. Hoping for some nice rebuff, Contrast was both surprised and disappointed to see the girl was apparently falling for it, a smile that could only be called interested lighting up her face.
"I don't get it...," the contrasting mutant mumbled under his breath and turned away from the crowd to scan the club for the one he was here to meet up with. Matt was far from being overly traditional as far as courting and dating were concerned, but he believed firmly in respect and equality. How could it be that someone who obviously didn't care for either was that successful? It really didn't make any sense to him and had it not been for Max's similarly searching look that set him even more apart of the rest than his good looks already did, his musings might have kept the light-elemental from spotting him.
It was as he casually made his way past the teens and "twens" waiting to be served by the bartenders that Matthias realised this was just the second time they had arranged a meeting, and the first it was at a public place. His steps slowed down a little as he wondered what that would mean in terms of behaviour. Well, obviously he couldn't just pin him to the wall, tackle him to the ground or any such entertaining but not exactly inconspicuous things, and that wasn't the problem really. The real question was what he could do. What was allowed, what wasn't? How easy would it be for those around them to guess they weren't like any other two guys out to party?
The fact alone how much significance he thought these questions to have, showed although the exact nature of these feelings was yet to be found out, he did care quite a lot about what Max was thinking. And what he did and did not want to happen. Matt himself had long since adapted a certain 'so what the hell' attitude when it came to people finding out about his sexuality, but it was obvious from his demeanour that the other wasn't yet ready for that step. After all, how could you expect others to accept you as you were if you didn't embrace it yourself?
Once again, his being distracted by thoughts almost led to a slip up as he just stopped himself in time before he could ready to kiss the other guy. "Hey," he said instead, flashing Max a smile that he was trying really hard to rid of any kind of visual innuendo. "You-"'re looking good"wanna go and"f*ck?"sit down?" he asked, glad his thoughts had remained thoughts and hoping none of them had showed on his face. A glance was directed towards the couches, a thumb pointing their way. He made sure to continue as "blokish" as possible, but with a strangely satisfied hint to the small grin on his lips. "Or you know, whatever you had in mind."
The hand of Mr Greasy had hungrily wandered to the redhead's bottom. And she had slapped him. And hard. Maybe the world wasn't all that unfair altogether.
There comes a point in everyone's life when we have to take over responsibility. The question remains whether there is also a time when we can get rid of it again.
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There… Max’s eyes caught the figure he had been searching for, darkly dressed as always and equally bright eyes of the others seemed to have already spotted the young Chadstone. All the confusion and hate that fuelled Max’s emotions seemed to constantly melt away, the overwhelming sense of lust taking over now almost habitually in nature whenever the other drew close. There was something about the peaceful mannerisms of Matthias that shunned away the aggression Max was so inclined to dish out half the time. Half ready to scream and half ready to throw himself at the slightly older boy, Max’s eyes narrowed only partially, watching Matt’s movements, distrusting eyes waiting for any sigh of slip, any excuse to give Max a chance to scream and flail and deal the fatal blow to end it all.
Pale features seemed to draw close, standing away from him and the an air of attraction was hardly so subtle…or at least that’s how it seemed to Max… How dare this idiot look at him like that! Playing little games in his disgusting mind, plotting and planning… sick b@stard probably inching closer wanting to reach out, to grab and grope… his hand would go… probably… or grab at… and… and his tongue… Max’s eyes seemed to have slightly zoned out as Matt strode to a stop before him, Max staring at the others face and yet somehow not appearing all that focused.
"Hey," Max’s eyes fell to stare at the others lips, as if impressed words had spilled forth from them, well… it wasn’t like the two ever really talked a great deal. "You-" Sapphire eyes remained staring at the other’s mouth, "wanna go and"What the f*ck do you want to do?"sit down?" …Sit? Granted anything else Matt may have said could have been snapped at with indignation, yet SIT? It was somehow all too innocent a comment and Max’s eyes lifted to stare at his companion’s as if totally thrown off.. despite Max’s futile efforts of remaining indifferent. All this way and all the bloody retard wanted to do was sit? What the hell? This little shit better have more in mind then sitti-"Or you know, whatever you had in mind." Regardless of Max’s previous trail of thoughts he flared up defensively, a strained control already written across his features.
"I don’t have anything in mind!"Other then throwing you up against that f*cking wall and-… the images that followed went against what Max had hoped to say, it was far from violent and all the fleeting images that plagued his mind were too enticing to pretend they meant nothing at all. "f*ck you!" even the angry glare didn’t help when his mind played off the insult his mind flung at Matt. "F*CK!" Eyes turned to the seats with a frown furrowed on his brow, he can’t even swear at the little shit without getting turned on, what the hell was wrong with him? Max’s eyes closed, the attractive face lowering slightly, anger fading and humiliation tingled the very core of all his actions… they hadn’t even done anything and already Max was so worked up.
Turning his attention towards the sofa’s, Max just blinked at them, then made his way there, fingers of his right hand reaching for his face momentarily, then soon gliding through his hair.. the very motion of it looked tense. Drinks… lots of drinks. There was a good start. Max’s hand rested on the arm rest of the one he declared for them to sit on, his voice lifting and suddenly sounding like a far cry from his previous defensive tone.
"Drinks are on me, what do you want?" He seemed to sit down on the armrest, then let himself sink back off to the cushioned seat, which looked rather odd giving the way his legs still flopped over the edge for a moment longer before being pulled back so Max could sit properly and rest his feet on the floor. The emotional wreck that was Max Chadstone was far from desireable, but even so, the youth never saw his actions from the eyes of others, he never realized how strange his behaviour could be seen as by others.
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The irony of Max's thoughts at what Matt had tried very hard to make into an innocent question would surely have made the latter crack a cynical grin at the least. Unfortunately for him, however, he was no telepath, and while he did notice the stare the taller male gave his lips as being slightly...off, there was no telling what it meant exactly. At this point, the black-haired mutant was quite positive they had come to some sort of silent agreement, that the other had given in to what was most obviously part of his nature instead of constantly fighting and denying it as he had used to at some point. Fortunately for him, he really wasn't a telepath.
Still Matt felt inclined to frown at the other's reactions. Was that a glare of angry disappointed he was getting there? He knew their thing was more physical than anything else but considering Max's paranoia of getting 'caught', the contrasting mutant would have expected the other to rather be relieved he was keeping himself from any kinky acts than be put off by it. Then it suddenly turned into this aggressive look Matt remembered so well from when he had suddenly showed up on his doorstep to...
The seemingly random question whether this place's facilities were frequented by a lot of people and how clean they were popped up at this point and triggered a dirty grin Max probably couldn't have caught, first with eyes closed and then walking off towards the sofas. There was just the risk that someone else might have seen it, but then again, clubs weren't exactly known for adequate lighting. And even so, who would have guessed correctly and assume they had witnessed anything else than one male telling another some dirty joke? You only see what you expect to see, wasn't it that way in most cases? Goddess, was he just beginning to get as paranoid as Max?!
As his gaze wandered through the club, it seemed his mind wanted to counter any thoughts of secrecy and pretence, presenting him with detailed vision of what other possibilities than the common usage a dance floor or stage had to offer. The result was the dire need of a very cold shower. Luckily, there was Max's 180 degrees turn in behaviour to keep his brain from firing more tempting scenarios at him. And what a strange shift that was! Contrary to what some others might have done, however, Matt much preferred to go with the flow at this point rather than wasting too much time on figuring out what exactly was going on there.
Smiling to himself at the atypically cute demeanour – deliberately or not – Matt chose his spot next to the infamous playboy, pondering his options for a moment. This was definitely one of the darker parts of the club, but still, it was a club which meant young people who usually didn't have the tendency to ignore what was going on around them. Ok, technically they did that a lot of times, but not if it was potentially interesting. And at least for most girls, an attractive jock like Max was interesting. So... lavatories? The floor? For a moment, Matt entertained the thought of making one of his far-off visions reality and simply drag this guy off to the dance floor. There were straight girls doing the lesbian thing... time to turn the tables and let people think what they want. There were actually guys, straight guys, who made out with others just for the heck of it, to shock others or – ironically enough - catch the attention of girls. Awesome excuse, so...?
"Another cider would be great," he said, looking at his almost empty glass with ostentation, deliberately ignoring his own thoughts. Drinks were a much better, safer topic. He usually didn't like having other people pay for him, but with Max, it was different. And for a reason so. The Chadstones weren't well off, they were just a tiny step away from printing money themselves. No – from letting people print it for them! Max probably got a few thousand every month – if his family was anything like Aurora's anyway – and so a few bills on him would matter as much as a cup of water taken out of the sea.
Why did he suddenly feel like swimming?
There comes a point in everyone's life when we have to take over responsibility. The question remains whether there is also a time when we can get rid of it again.
Re: Countdown to Chaos (Dying Star Nightclub)"Ok, a Cider and a beer." Max spoke to a young woman who had walked up to them while they settled down into the seats, Max hesitating just a moment before adding "can I have some wedges with sour cream too." Feeling peckish considering his lack of meals for the day, Max opted to get something to nibble on… something food wise to nibble on that was… his mind managed to even twist the relatively unthought thoughts into something kinky!
Relax… that’s all Max could try and think to himself, to just try and remain calm and not to think about the things he was used to doing when in the presence this other… friend. It was disgusting anyway, not what Max wanted, far from it, nothing Matt had to offer in those regards were even wanted! That’s what the younger student thought with a renewed resolve, they were friends, at most, nothing more, though possibly much less. It didn’t matter, none of it did, it was all a mistake, all a terrible, freakish, awful, sick mistake. It didn’t really click that Max’s idle gaze had seemed to stray to stare almost blankly at Matt’s lap, though it travelled up the stomach towards the chest of the darkly dressed companion, seeming to hover for a moment before being distracted by the girl returning quickly with the drinks.
"Thank you." Max didn’t bother to pour the bottle into the provided glass, merely grabbing it up and holding onto it as he leaned back and shifted his position to enable his body to lean back and turn to face Matt. An elbow rested on the back of the sofa and the hand of it supported his head while the stone shifting mutant watched the other… Torn somewhere between curiosity, friendliness and an awkwardness that still remained, especially now that there were so many others around them.
"I didn’t think about how busy it gets here.." A pathetic attempt of striking a conversation but at least he was trying, and it seemed his mind was running in circles with every reason possible why he should get up and leave right there and then… his body’s demands pinned him down and his personality drove him on to interact. "..but I usually spend my free time here, or at the hotel.. only I don’t take groups to the hotel, they’re reckless and dumb." He sounded very protective of the Panacea, even with his casual tone, no one would mishandle his hotel, or boy would they suffer and he didn’t care how close his relationship was with them. "What about you, anywhere you specifically spend most of your time?" As in outing destinations, there were lots of other places aside from the Dying Star but the Star was one of the few places that allowed student discounts AND didn’t turn away mutants.
Since Max had his back to the dance floor he didn’t notice two skimpily dressed young woman pointing in their general direction, nor did he see Lara and Hannah making their way quickly through the groups of people towards where they spotted having seen Max not long before. With Hannah in her earthy browns and her short yet flowing dress and Lara in her short black shorts and little top, able to flash so much skin with pride managing to make the clothes, seem so stylish with their almost ‘cute’ hats and accessories. They didn’t exactly look ‘sexy’ in the best sense, attractive yes but their chosen style for the night made them appear young, though the cleavage and tight thighs were a cry for attention and a definite turn on for most gullible men. Only having planned on a shopping spree the girls hadn’t dressed for a wild night out, but hardly were about to head home and change once their friends declared a stop by the nightclub.
"Good evenings boys." Lara sat on the edge sofa while the brown haired Hannah remained standing beside her. Max looked slightly taken as he looked at the pair of thighs next to him, lifting his eyes to meet Lara’s familiar saucy smile as she half learned over Max while she let one arm support herself by resting it on the backrest. "Care for company Maxie?" No… he didn’t… the bowl of chips emerged in the waitresses hands and were placed down on the table, Lara gave a pleased ‘ooo’ before plucking one up… Max drew his bottle to his lips and let the crisp liquid washing down his throat. "Lara." Contrary to the calm, somewhat blank expression on Max’s features, his heart raced, and especially when Lara reached her arm across Max and towards Matt in an offer of introduction.
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An amused smile won over the frown that yet again readied to form upon Max's contradictory actions. Now how was he supposed to keep up a façade of their just being two guys on a completely straight night out if Chadstone couldn't keep his eyes of Matt's crotch?! Then again, it wasn't as if he really cared who knew about what and if the stone-shifting mutant wanted to shout this newly discovered part of his sexuality out into the world, so be it. At least that'd mean he could finally stop all that pretence. Something, incidentally, that was getting harder and harder the longer they were in such close proximity and the more details seemed to translate into Max wanting to just get it over with the dull, blokey bit.
When their drinks arrived, Matt could hear a part inside of him sigh in frustration. Unless drunk, he found there was something supremely male about men drinking out of bottles. And alluringly so. It was odd and he knew it but that didn't change the facts. The smell people got when having consumed too much alcohol, on the other hand, was highly off-putting, as was cigarette smoke in most cases. With their current location being a club, however, he hadn't yet picked up the remnants of Max's activities on the drive here, the presence of an overwhelming number of smokers making it quite impossible to pinpoint the source of all that malodour. He certainly didn't look forward to everything smelling as if it had been fumed with tobacco for several weeks.
The struggle to somehow get them to talk about... whatever was clearly noticed as such. In a way, it was a brave attempt, and for a moment the contrasting mutant felt guilty for leaving the hard part to Max who was obviously already having enough difficulties figuring out how to handle the situation as a whole. "Well, I usually go where the people I'm hanging out with are going. Haven't been around long enough to really know places to be honest," he explained. After all, it had only been three months since he had come to Xavier's, the circumstances bizarre to say the least. Then again, it wasn't as if his life before had been even remotely normal either; a past he was really wishing he could just forget about.
There might have been a noticeable glimpse of unwanted memories showing in the black-haired male's eyes, but the two girls so unmistakably making their way to them made sure that didn't last for long. The fact that those revealingly dressed females knew Max was only once again supporting the image he had. The light-elemental's hyperactive imagination cheerfully pounced at the opportunity to show him its version of the kind of relationship these three people had. Where were the bloody showers when you needed them?!
The blonde looked strangely familiar to Matt as he studied her wide smile, a quieter equivalent hovering on his own lips. The infamous school bully didn't exactly look thrilled they had showed up, but at least he wasn't mouthing stuff to him like he had a few days ago at the mall in Salem. The incident had been confusing to say the least, contradictory things happening and being said, hardly anything making sense if seen in connection with what was before and after. But that didn't belong into the here and now, did it?
He didn't want to interrupt them and appear as if he was trying to be the centre of attention and so he stuck to being the silent one in the background for the few seconds until the one that had nicked one of Max's wedges reached out to introduce herself. An act, by the way, that was far more polite than anything Contrast would have expected of her for some reason. It was judgmental and he knew it but couldn't have helped fostering the thought that those two, bluntly said, were slutty bimbos whose only concern and quality centred around getting laid. Somehow, the friendly introduction didn't fit into the picture and so he discarded it, scolding himself for such a superficial rating.
"Lara." He shook her hand, his smile broadening a little as he remembered. "Matt... I've seen you on photos, I think," the bisexual male said, memories of the pictures he had seen in Max's bedroom at the Panacea flashing past his inner eye, a face now being connected to a name the athletic teen had mentioned quite randomly on the odd occasion. There was no thinking this bit of information could be one leading to conclusions of the kind Max was trying so hard to avoid other people drawing, just the satisfied content that his memory wasn't quite as hopeless as he had thought.
A guitar intro caught his attention and once again served as a means of distraction for his thoughts. The crowd was getting darker in terms of clothing, just when Matt as well got up, goths and metal people replacing the mix of just about everything from before. There weren't that many songs of the harder type that were being played at the Dying Star, despite the rather goth-typical name it had, and so the respective group usually ignored personal preferences and went for everything that was at least remotely of that general genre. ~ Wake up, ~ the aggressively rapped lyrics began and with a motion to the dance floor, the black-haired student excused himself. "Sorry, be right back." And off he was to bang his head as tradition demanded.
There comes a point in everyone's life when we have to take over responsibility. The question remains whether there is also a time when we can get rid of it again.
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Arms extended, hands met, Max’s breath got entangled within his chest as his eyes skittered from some far off point in front of him to the joined handshake, lifting to Lara’s face and her stunning eyes, then over towards Matt’s, whose lips were parted in a grin. This was so unfair, both of them, their toying hands and knowing lips, so close, so friendly… the possibilities… Lara would be up for it, no doubt, however she’d expect both guys to focus solely on her, it was either two guys on a girl or two girls on a guy, and never the same gender on each other… regardless of the fact Lara teased at times, it was all for show and just part of the game.
"Matt... I've seen you on photos, I think," It didn’t click at first, for Lara that was, how could he see her in photos? What photos? Paranoia on the other hand lead Max to stare at Matt for a moment, his lips parted slightly in shock at the straight forwardness of the other. Lara actually assumed next that it had been the photos on Max’s phone, needless to say there were some pretty interesting captures and recordings stored on Chadstone’s personal phone.
"Sorry, be right back." What? That was it? Blurt that out then up and leave?! Max looked confused between the girls and Matt as the dark haired companion made his way away from them and towards the crowd. How dare he leave! Though the moment Max went to get up seemed to be the moment Lara decided to take a more personal approach of slipping herself onto Max after nudging him back down, her knees resting on each side as she eased herself down onto her childhood sweetheart… so to speak.
"Now, where have you been, I’ve been missing you." Translation, she wanted to go out and obviously she didn’t have any play things to take with her, not that Max found it petty… he was used to that and he too had often done the same things. For a moment Max looked rather irritated, he wasn’t in the mood for her games, the way she’d toy and tease and tantalize, acting innocent in her playful attempts of working him up. Lara could be easy at times, but she preferred things rough compared to gentle, she liked working the guy up till he seemed ready to implode, to fall to his knees, to do anything… the fury of passion excited her. Lara liked it when men wanted her, when they were desperate, when it they get the look in their eyes which screamed for her, and while Max could be rough he never found himself able to be violent and sometimes Lara pushed him too far, tempting him to cross that self imposed line. Luckily those times were few and far between, though for now thoughts faded from Max’s mind as she wrapped her arms about it.
"So who’s your friend?" Not the words Max had wanted to hear, and he tensed at the question, his hands resting comfortably on her thighs, their familiar feel against his skin, so comforting in so many ways and yet making the whole situation he was in all the more awkward. A nervous chuckle slipped out of his throat, his eyes looking up at Hannah who was bored enough to be staring at her watch and then over towards the bar.
"Classmate… don’t know much about him." It was true, and Lara lost interest in the guy immediately, "I’ve really got to go to the bathroom." For once, Max actually eased Lara aside, letting her settle beside him on the couch and awkwardly stood up, leaving Lara with a displeased look of surprise in her eyes. In her eyes, Max was very easy as far as taking to bed (or wherever they happened to be) was involved, he was weak, unable to resist temptation and nowhere ready for a stable long term relationship, at least not in her mind.
The masculine figure stood still for a moment longer, watching as Hannah took a seat by Lara and the two waited, already chattering away and Hannah pointing out one or two interesting guys at the bar who Lara instantly prattled on negatively about. Sapphire eyes then turned to the dance floor, struggling to pick out which of the flicking hairs were in fact belonging to his companion. Was it odd to feel abandoned despite him only going to dance? But it was more then that, Matt promised to keep a secret and the idiot slipped up and waltzes off merrily to do his own thing, leaving Max alone. However, it wasn’t really all that bad was it, Lara had been on the first of making out with him and yet instead Max pushes her aside and excuses himself, what the hell was wrong with him? While the girls were distracted Max discreetly picked up the bowl of chips and with his drink still in his hand he departed the scene. Where was he going exactly? Max was clueless as to what he was doing, he was on auto pilot and right now his capacity to think straight was as numbed as his grasp on his sexuality.
As it turned out, Max slowly moved his way through the crowd and towards the stairs off by the end of the bar, a bouncer stood there and didn’t allow curious party goers the chance to move beyond him, however as Max approached he moved aside with a curt nod of his head. As much pain as his name brought at times, there were just as much benefits (at least Max took comfort in those thoughts) and the members only section on the top floor was restricted to so few people that more often then not it was just Max and his friends during the week. Weekends were harder because people often had gatherings and occasionally during the week people had after work get togethers for a few hours but tonight was a quiet night by chance and Max took comfort in the moment of isolation. Polished wood and dark red fabric made up the furnishings of the upper level, low hanging lights hung over each table.
No one ever missed him when he disappeared, no one really cared… save for Mark, the venomous mutant was really the only one who ever went out of his way to check up on Max. They’ll leave, Lara and Hannah will go their own ways and Matt will go his, you can’t give into temptation if there was none around… right? Max hugged the bowl of wedges close towards him after slipping into one of the booths, he felt miserable… why did he have to be so screwed up?
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The song was as intense as he remembered it, every chord, every syllable, a cry out into the world. Even when he was in a good mood, the piece filled him with a mix of fury and forlornness, something that people might have considered reason enough to hate the song, but not Matt. Music was something that flooded his soul, spoke to his every being, but all it brought was release, never the contrary. Worries and fears, hatred and anger, passion and even love, they were all his, emerging with the right song as if it were a treasure seeker or grave digger. Those emotions weren't created, the were found deep within him, sometimes at an obvious place he knew about, but equally often at a hidden spot, or one he had been trying to ignore.
They were getting near the end, the crowd's dancing and head banging increasing in intensity. There were a few that the song was touching in a similar way, their emotional involvement as obvious as it was on the light-elemental, yet none of them passed the border of goth drama. It was never to seem to be more than an expressive choreography. Unspoken rules only 'posers' crossed, people that only pretended to be part of the group because it was 'cool' for whatever reason. There was a certain condescendence to the way Matt thought about them, maybe some kind of replacement for the superiority he had felt as Divine, something he resorted to, as pathetic and petty as it was.
~ Father into your hands I commend my spirit, Father, into your hands ~The rhythm changed, emotionality ever rising, people shouting out the lyrics like the reproachful words they were, lost children accusing their parents of abandoning, or cursing a deity that had promised redemption and failed them. ~Why have you forsaken me, In your eyes forsaken me, In your thoughts forsaken me, In your heart forsaken me...~ Matt too was shouting, the music too loud for anyone to hear him or the others. He set free a part of this helpless rage that had never truly stopped boiling inside of him. ~...when angels deserve to die. ~ And with the last note, it was gone. All the anger, all the frustration about having been robbed of the one thing that had let him rise above the rest, it had been vented and would once again remain silent for a while, lurking.
A little out of breath, pale fingers running through long hair in the futile attempt to disentangle it, the contrasting mutant made his way back to where he had left the others, an apologetic smile on his face. "Sorry, I just love that song...," he explained, a slight frown being added as his eyes flickered over the couch. "Is Max hiding from a horde of ex-girlfriends seeking revenge?" His expression made clear he was joking as he sat back down, grabbing his cider to quench his thirst. Matt usually felt a little uncomfortable around people he didn't know and without anyone nearby who could ease him into the company, but it rarely showed. Or so he thought anyway. Perception was after all a very subjective thing, especially when it came to judging that of others and even more so when dealing with mutants whose powers could theoretically enable them to do anything in the realm of possibility. And sometimes even beyond that.
"So, you at Xavier's too?" the light elemental proceeded to ask, strangely mirroring Max's previous attempt to strike up a conversation. But honestly, what else could he have said? "So have you slept with Max too?" or "Do you too have troubles not pinning him to the floor and raping him when he comes out of the shower dripping wet?" Chadstone was the only connection they knew they had, but talking about him in any way would probably lead to Matt giving away more than he meant to, more than he should. His thoughts had reached that point when he realised just how risky his earlier comment had been. He had seen the photos in Max's bedroom. The bedroom in a place the infamous school bully had earlier mentioned to be one he didn't often take visitors to. It didn't seem as if Lara had got suspicious in any way though – quite the contrary – and so there was no need to panic. It probably would seem like the most unrealistic thought to everyone anyway... the truth.
There comes a point in everyone's life when we have to take over responsibility. The question remains whether there is also a time when we can get rid of it again.
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It seemed to take a moment for the girls to react to Matt’s return, though both offered the sweetest little smiles… yes, they could work the crowd, Max wasn’t the only one who play his part, and Lara spent the better part of her life in Max’s shadow, not that she disliked the attention and endless benefits she reaped from it.
"Sorry, I just love that song...," Each to their own, Hannah herself found it more of a head ache and the girl didn’t really give much credit to someone who let their hair suffer such abuse… at least not in regards to music and dancing. "Is Max hiding from a horde of ex-girlfriends seeking revenge?" The brown haired youth was on the verge of saying ‘probably’ but felt no point and decided it was just a waste of energy to reply. Lara merely smiled her reply and that was that. Neither entirely cared if Max was here or not, yeah they liked him, but he’d hardly been himself lately and if he wasn’t going to throw himself at them then where was the fun and what was the point of wasting their time on him?
"So, you at Xavier's too?" Well duh, Hannah stared at him for a moment, though realized he must be either really out of the loop – therefore not really much fun – or he’s really new -hinting towards fresh meat. Lara mused for a moment but played nicely instead of stirring anything up. Not really negative, but she could toy, and who was he to say if she was telling the truth or not? Then again, he’d figure it out easily enough… some men were so stupid but Lara wasn’t sure if she should feel insulted or not that he didn’t recognize her.
"Why yes… we actually have classes together, you and I anyway." Lara confess, Hannah shrugged her shoulders, she’d never noticed him, so she herself couldn’t say if the same thing was true with her or not. Lara stirred up enough issues with her classmates, especially Frostbite.. then again, unlike Max, Lara handled her scuffles outside of class, the lovely Miss Jones tended to home in on her prey when they were singled out and away from any obvious chance of protection or interference. Didn’t always work, her run in with Frost last Tuesday was proof of that, the icy brat ended up getting help but Lara still got some damage done and humiliated Frost well enough. It made the telling off afterwards well worth it.
"Don’t worry about Max, he always slips off, he’s no fun lately anyway, he’s said he’s off to the bathroom, we get access to the private floor upstairs so he can take as long as he wants… but he’d not mind if we disappeared by the time he got back." A wicked smile spread across her glossed lips as the blonde seemed to draw closer to Matt, her hand seemed to brush against the side of his upper thigh but in an all too intentional manner. Neither seemed to care nor notice the lacking of food or drink that Max had ordered, which (one would most likely assume) he’d not have taken to the bathroom with him. Then again, the girls seemed more concerned with their own entertainment then offering their friend any shred of concern.
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Something was strange about the two girls. They reminded him of Max on those photos, 'public Max' as Matt had taken to calling him. Smiles, a façade behind which there could be everything from the exact same sentiment to disdain or even utter hate. And sweet smiles were particularly worrying. He had only ever encountered them when they had been nothing but pretence. As a matter of fact, he had used them in just the same way on several occasions so he knew them and their 'power' quite well.
Then again, this was hardly an important event, was it? Who cared if those girls were pretending anything; as long as they weren't openly obnoxious, he couldn't care less. That Lara seemed to be the friendlier of the two, or maybe just the better actor. A vague memory of having seen her with Max General Science a while ago emerged. It wasn't a very reliable one, but at least enough to make him nod at her comment about them having classes together. The problem with this course system really was that more often than not you couldn't really get to know everyone in your classes simply because some of them would sit at the other end of the room and the break had to be used to get to another room to a different group instead of socialising.
The explanations about Max and his behaviour that followed clearly told Matt one thing: the close relationship those photos in the other male's bedroom had seemed to speak of didn't really exist at this point. The reason for that? One thing she said seemed to hint at that. "He’s no fun lately anyway." Was it the contrasting mutant's fault then? Had Max been neglecting his friends because of him – or was he just over-interpreting? *Stop thinking everything bears on you!* he told himself off, hating how everything people said or did was automatically assumed to be his fault respectively to have to do with him or his actions in any way. And yet he couldn't help it; never had, never would.
"... we get access to the private floor upstairs..." A glance around revealed the location of the stairs leading to that rumoured upper storey. How very symptomatic this was for a guy owning a whole hotel, to have a private area in the area's most popular club. There was the slightest feeling of envy in Matt who had never been rich and only privileged for the shortest of time spans; short at least in his opinion.
Any further internal monologues were cancelled as the electrical surge of a rather intimate touch reached his consciousness. It was just then that Matt became suddenly aware of Lara's nearness, the scent of her perfume alluring and intoxicating at the same time. A slightly surprised look met her sinful lips and with sudden clarity he knew that she was a player. The smile was returned, a weaker version, less suggesting but still salacious enough to show he had well understood the offer. The same instinct told him she was way beyond him when it came to experience and considering he had not really been with women much (the two main reasons being their rare inclination for casual sex and his inhibition to make a move without prior 'invitation'), it promised to be both interesting and highly challenging with the risk of failing. *She's pretty hot though...,* the primal part of his brain argued and Matt couldn't deny that it had a point.
And still there was Max. Could he just cheerfully screw around with his friend's whatever-she-was – especially when they had a night out together, sort of? The added fact that Max hadn't exactly seemed to be on the top of the world what with his staring and random mood swings didn't help either. He sighed. "Damn that bloke," he muttered, almost hissed, and got up. "Sorry, I'd better check on Max. He seemed... odd." The tone of his voice was regretful, like that of a grudgingly duteous someone having to finish a chore before being allowed some recreational time. "Don't want him sniffing himself into oblivion," he deadpanned, cracking an apologetic smile.
And so he wandered off, taking the direction of the staircase whose security guard was just conveniently looking into an entirely different direction. The good thing about clubs was, that what little light there was tended to focus on the dance floor, meaning a lot of shadowed areas. He stepped into one and... disappeared. No sudden fading or any such dramatic humbug but more like a TV that had been turned off leaving nothing but a black screen. Getting past the guard was easy that way; who – after all – would suspect someone invisible to walk by? Especially if said someone had been practising to walk as quietly as possible for quite a long time and had the club's background noise on his side...
There comes a point in everyone's life when we have to take over responsibility. The question remains whether there is also a time when we can get rid of it again.
It was there, Lara could see it, she tried to help coax Matt to listen to his body, her fingers already half readying themselves to let some toxins creep into his blood in order to ease his uncertain thoughts. It wasn’t really a bad thing to do, he obviously wanted to try her, so she was just helping him along, like Lara always did. And unfortunately for the men who were snagged a few have actually been…well… yes, keen on her, but would have given anything to take back the adultery they preformed against their wives. Had she not influenced them, they’d not have succumbed and at least one of them would not be facing marital issues so sever as his wife considering leaving him after spotting a few tell tale signs.
But there it was however, that annoying ‘moral fibre’ or whatever it was people liked to call it, ‘spoiler of fun’ seemed most fitting in Lara’s mind as her bright eyes dimmed and her expression seemed to lessen to a slight frustrated disappointment, easily overlookable, all this even before Matt continued on. "Damn that bloke," Bloke? Lara glanced up and even Hannah’s attention was drawn back to what was going on, which was impressive due to the rather flirtatious looks she’d been sharing with a rather cute guy at one of the tables between them and the bar. "Sorry, I'd better check on Max. He seemed... odd." He was worried over Max? Well, to a degree that helped Lara not feel too indignant at being shot down, though she hardly saw why anyone would worry over Max, Mark always was protective, but this wasn’t Mark, in fact, who the hell was this anyway? Some newbie pal Max met, well, he’ll learn how to best deal with Max, like everyone else did generally, leave him be. If Max wanted to get his mind off something, he’d come to her, that’s how they deal with things, he’d come, she’d make sure he forgets whatever was on his mind, and he made it completely worth while, so who was she to complain?
"Don't want him sniffing himself into oblivion," Whatever that meant, Lara shrugged with disinterest clear in her posture, the quick shift of attitude and attention from him to scanning her scene around her making it rather clear he was a ‘thing of opportunity’ compared to one of sheer interest, though admittedly, Matt had probably fingered that out.
On the upper floor, Max found himself sitting at the only table which was well lit, it was his table, the only one he ever sat at, unless a girl lured him to the other ones, which didn’t have any flood of light save for the overhead lamps which were dim and offered plenty of shadowy areas to… be discreet about things, for Max it was mostly a chance of making out, of course. Then again, he still preferred this table, the lights were dim, but even when the main overhead one was off, there was still a steam of light from the ceiling over the main area that direct some extra light in that tables direction.
The seat across from him had a scattering of chips, an agitated hand having knocked them over the edge of the table and throwing them onto the seat, a splattering of sour cream hit the backrest, but by now had dripped down to the base of the seating. Despite being hungry, there was no point in eating, his stomach was so fluttery and knotted that forcing things down seemed to promise a forcing of it right back up and last thing Max wanted was to be getting sick from his anxiety, stress and tension.
Everything used to seem so simple, Max had such a lovely childhood, it’s up around the time he was turning fourteen that things began to spiral, slowly, but surely, they did. Not only did Max’s brother leave without any known reason, but Max’s father also became distant, while Max’s childhood was riddled with ‘blank parts’ which he keyed as bad memory, the closeness of his father was still remembered. The time shared with father and brother, the group having their issues but still so close. James left… then Max hit fourteen and his father’s presence left Max’s life almost as much as Jamie’s departure. Though no tears fell Max’s eyes had swelled slightly with moisture and enough to gradually stain the whites of his eye to a slightly redder color, his palms rubbing against his eyes only increased the redness and spread some of the tears residue to his lashes.
The youth sat with his back against the wall and his body facing away from it, his legs pulled up onto the seat, his knees and shoulder resting against the backrest with his knees bent and pulled towards his chest, his hands clasping the empty bottle of beer in his lap. The hotel was Max’s way of both remember his brother and proving to his father that he was competent, something that needed to be forced as Steven had little regards for his sons right now. If Steven found out his son was anything but solid straight then Max didn’t even want to think about the repercussions of such a discovery. Whereas, if Max just stopped… if he walked away from all this, then… then his father may never know, and it wasn’t such a big loss, he lived this long without it, he could continue on as if nothing ever happened. But if that was the case, why hadn’t he stayed with Lara when she was so willing a target to release the frustrations which so quickly developed in his body since his last encounter with Matt?
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A part of the frustration he felt himself had been mirrored on Lara's features, but although not really being able to claim he'd know her, Matt had a feeling she didn't care all that much. He was male and had been there, thus fulfilling the requirements that about forty percent of the students in this place could meet – so his internal reasoning – and chances were that while he'd be cursing himself for the next hour or two for having decided to do the morally right thing, the blonde girl would probably already be busy devouring a different prey two minutes after he had turned his back. The light-elemental couldn't find anything wrong at that. Actually, he was quite relieved as that also meant chances were near zero she'd hold a grudge. Or so he hoped. He could well live without people disliking him, especially if the reasons were just plain stupid.
A guitar riff cut the thick club air and made Matt stop halfway up the stairs. Tilting his head and turning around a little, he stood quietly for a moment, so far quite satisfied with his not having been noticed by the security guy but not wanting to push his luck. This song couldn't possibly be... ~ Now I will tell you what I've done for you ~ Blast, it was! A cynical 'thank you' was sent to the heavens. As if he hadn't already been annoyed enough with his own decision, the DJ had to pick exactly this moment to discover his rocker nature. Awesome.
Still the bisexual male couldn't help but recognise the spot-on timing fate was displaying once again. This song would probably always remind him of Max and this strange, and most importantly unexpected, thing they had. It had been playing when Matt had realised a significant truth about the other, marking the beginning. Did hearing it again mean the end was near? A shadow of nearing doom seemed to hang over the scene for a moment, a precognitive thought pushed aside and dismissed. By now, one should have expected him to trust his hunches, but there was always the problem of what you didn't want to happen. Wishful thinking is dangerous in those regards, but the same is also true for its opposite.
Continuing on his way, Matt wondered what exactly it was he wanted to tell or ask Max. That's usually the trouble with 'going to look if someone's ok', isn't it? What do you do once you've found that person? The black-haired half-goth for one figured he'd have to go with the usual routine. Get there first, then go with the flow. In the end, it all worked out differently than anticipated anyway so why plan ahead? Considering he wasn't entirely sure why exactly Max had left, preparations would have been rather futile anyway. The tale of Max having just wanted to go to the bathroom he didn't believe. Not because there was anything off about it... just because.
To find Max sitting around like a drunkard after a fit of rage summoned a frown on the contrasting mutant's features. An expression, incidentally, that went by unnoticed for the simple reason that even if somebody had looked his way, he was still invisible. It seemed obvious to Matt that 'not in the best of moods' was probably an understatement and again the question of how to proceed emerged in his mind. He wasn't naïve enough to completely scrap the idea that he was the reason for Max's dismal state; actually it was quite far up there on his list of possibilities, along with 'got his account frozen' and 'post-cocaine sniffing depression'. But there was no point in wondering if he could just as well find it out there and then, right?
"Nice hideout...," he said casually as he popped back into view when a stray ray of light touched his form, sounding a little like a tourist that wandered through a museum and looking around quite similarly interested. "If those walls could talk." For some reason Matt had thoughts of wild orgies popping up in his mind, which – to be fair – should be pretty understandable considering the circumstances. He was just a guy after all. And some things had to be said no matter how much the situation pleaded not for him to bring it up. "So what's the reason for your retreat? It'd better be a good one, I've just rejected L-" Ok, maybe it was a bad idea to just bluntly say it like that. Quick, come up with some L-word.
"...limes." Well done! Alcohol was a safe topic and something likely to be offered. He could only hope Max hadn't noticed the hesitation in his voice. The reason for suddenly having changed his mind about the reproachful mentioning of Lara having basically sprawling for him while Max had chosen to get him worried wasn't entirely clear to Matt himself, but maybe it was for the better that way. There were plenty of suspicions just what kind of relationship the two had but the light-elemental couldn't be a hundred percent sure and didn't want to take the blame for ruining something for his playmate.
There comes a point in everyone's life when we have to take over responsibility. The question remains whether there is also a time when we can get rid of it again.
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Sometimes when Max was at his lowest, he survived by holding onto the memories that made him strong, at least as strong as he could manage to be with the memories he had. And everyone had a secret memory, a moment in time were everything was safe, all was good, safe, happy and secure. Even if the moments thought of were just a split second, sometimes the memory could be fabricated in a way that made it out to be much more pleasant then it was. Like when Steven spent the night with Max in the hospital, such a precious memory of a father watching over him, offering occasionally to get something to eat or drink and sitting by faithfully… And again, the truth of the matter was far more harsh, Steven just couldn’t let his thirteen year old son slip up with any explanations as to why he had a puffy black eye and a mild concussion from falling back onto the marble floor with a hard thud on the side of the head. There were a few incidents that Max sub-consciously reconstructed to better fit his own deluded need for a more positive look on his fathers actions.
"Nice hideout...," Startled didn’t seem like a fitting enough word to use as Max jerked from sudden voice that appeared with just as sudden a body that formed almost as if from the shadows themselves. Surprised eyes lifted with a sudden focus in their gaze as the troubled youth stared over at Matt, whose presence was a mixture of pleasure and anguish inside of Max. "If those walls could talk." To be honest, the young Chadstone wasn’t entirely sure what that meant… was it a statement, an accusation, a… a something randomly pointless comment like thing? The stare Max had was blank enough to suggest he was still getting himself accustomed to the fact he wasn’t alone, let alone trying to figure out if Matt was wanting to know the secrets these walls had witnessed, which was in the end what seemed most likely in Max’s mind.
"So what's the reason for your retreat? It'd better be a good one, I've just rejected L-" There was a brief slur that continued on to form a whole word as Max gave up trying to figure out how Matt had made it past the bouncer at the base of the stairs and snuck up on him as well… mutant power? Natural stealth? Hmmm… "...limes." …Limes? Oh well forgive him for depriving the almighty one of his limes!
"Oh heaven’s, I kept you from your f*cking limes." It came out nastier the Max intended, sarcasm clear in the first part and yet gone from the last, he wasn’t even entirely sure why he felt so… so… whatever it was he was feeling, the most defining of things he noticed had to be the fact he was both comforted and angered at the guy before him. The bottle was placed back onto the dark wooden surface, the cluttering noise of glass hitting wood a little disturbing even with the beats of music in the background. Fingers flicked the glass bottle so it slid to the center of the table, though it fell off balance and tumbled over, rolling across the table to the edge, though landing safely to the padded seat already splattered with sour cream and wedges. The athletic arms pushed himself off the seat, legs slipping down the edge to the floor and eventually Max was on his feet, him motions fluid and smooth yet an air of tension riddled his body.
"That’s just what everyone wants to hear, that you relented to me out of some shitty obligation instead of your precious f*cking drink." Talk about hostile… What was Max angry about? Even he wasn’t quite sure, technically Matt hadn’t done anything in the span of time since last they met, or was that the problem, or, was it the fact that… what? What the hell? Max felt like screaming, just get it all out, just wash away everything, whatever it was that he was feeling. Was Matt apprehensive? He didn’t look ‘calm and relaxed’ in any case, and Max’s mood in turn seemed to almost visibly swing again, but this time it more reflected what was really at the core of it all, a mixed anxiety of fear and confusion seen flashing in Max’s eyes as they darted towards the stairs. No one there… but he could have sworn…? A hand rose from his side as Max looked away, his face slightly downturn as fingertips brushed against the side of his face and. He didn’t want to spent the rest of his life scared that he’ll be caught… scared somehow his father will discover… this… whatever the hell this technically was. The younger boy’s heart raced, it’d be better if his father just found out, it’d be better if punishment was given and they moved on like they always did. Looking over one’s shoulder the rest of their life, Max didn’t want that, he didn’t want to fear a secret being discovered that was twenty years old! And secrets had a nasty way of being found out…
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Max's reaction upon his appearance suddenly reminded him of the currently quite unimportant fact, that he had rarely – if ever – used his powers outside of training or combat situation. While some other students liked showing off their abilities or had them so strongly integrated into their selves that using them was like a second nature to them, Matt had been wary to display them ever since he had come to the Institute. He told himself it was because he didn't want to be taken as a show-off. In truth, however, it was because deep down, he still found them just embarrassingly weak. When you've got people teleporting around or fly past you surrounded by heatless flames, invisibility isn't all that great. Especially if all that's needed to rid him of this ability was the meekest ray of light.
For a moment, he found himself wondering what exactly Max's powers were. He could remember hardened, cool skin, but was there more to it? After all, even he had a secondary power. *Stop it!* he mentally yelled at himself. *Don't go back there.* Elitist thinking – why did it have to pop back up every now and then? Had still not enough time passed since the Hellfire Club had kicked him out? How much longer, he wondered in frustration, would he have to deal with his own cursed superiority complex? Or its rather its remnants, twisting itself into the exact opposite, just random glimpses like this one revealing its origins. He was so sick of himself clinging to the past like that, like moving in circles without ever finding a way out. Why did it have to be so hard to move on? What was blocking his way?
Max's reply made clear that he was in a foul mood. Intended or not, his leaping at the rather harmless comment was a tell-tale sign of that and could hardly be called a deduction worthy of Sherlock Holmes. The only problem was, knowing there was something wrong and acting accordingly were two different things entirely, and Contrast was anything but sure as to how to handle this situation. Misty green eyes turned to follow the bottle's path, the frown from before re-emerging. It really seemed to be his favourite expression these days, but it wasn't as if he was doing that on purpose really. It just so happened that there were plenty of things to knit his brow at.
"Sorry...," he muttered, maybe too quietly for Max to pick it up. What was he apologising for? Matthias didn't really know but usually when someone was talking to him like that he felt the urge to make the aggressive words stop. And primal options like coiling up in a corner or offering his neck aside, saying sorry was pretty much the only option left. In a way though, the contrasting mutant hoped the other hadn't heard it. He hadn't done anything, had he?
The glance at the stairs didn't go by unseen, and neither was the change from aggression to this combination of opposing emotions. He suppressed a sigh. "It's not like I'm wearing a tag, you know? And neither are you," he finally said, voice quiet and somehow... tired. Homophobia was one thing, and an annoyingly unfair one at that, but after some time you got used to there being some people who indulged in it. This panic of getting caught combined with displays of repulsion from someone who so obviously enjoyed what he pretended to despise, however – that really was hard to accustom to. Around Chadstone, the light-elemental always felt like treading a thin line, or a minefield, and the more he tried to make it up to Max, the less he seemed to act like he was apparently supposed to.
"What do you want me to do, Max?" His tone's matter-of-factness was anything but unfriendly, his whole body language making rather clear that he did want to avoid making things complicated for the other, but just didn't have a clue how. He had done his best to uphold the pretence that they were just out clubbing and nothing more. No touching, no ambiguous looks – at least as far as he knew - and not even a single kinky comment. So other than leaving Max's life, was there any option left? Considering that it had been the infamous school bully who had initiated tonight's meeting, that wasn't really an option either though. This whole thing really was anything but easy. Not at all easy.
There comes a point in everyone's life when we have to take over responsibility. The question remains whether there is also a time when we can get rid of it again.
Re: Countdown to Chaos (Dying Star Nightclub)(Tell me if Matt’d have reacted in any fashion that requires an edit!)
"It's not like I'm wearing a tag, you know? And neither are you," The pained frown showed the fact that at first the comment didn’t click, confusion only mounted and yet as long as Matt was there it didn’t seem so all consuming as it had just moments earlier. After all, whatever happened Max wouldn’t be alone, would he? He’d have Matt there… even if Max would never own up to his father and willingly give Matt’s name the mere fact Max knew that once the law was laid down he’d always be able to have *someone* to talk with, or… well talking wasn’t what Max did best but even silent company was something. It’s really the only way he managed to keep so close a contact with Lara, as they aged they had slowly parted, still considering each other best friends and yet really they’re friendship was as good a façade as any other in Max’s life. Lara was too self absorbed and while Max tended to be as well it just meant that neither were able to be there for the other unless both wanted the same thing, and it wasn’t usually out of desire to be with the other.
Matt was different, not like Mark, who would willingly go out there and stand beside Max even in the most stupid of situations, this one had loyalties, yet still a mind of his own, and while Max needed Mark’s friendship, having this new kind of companionship was as strangely compelling as the sex itself. And Max was more then aware that if he wasn’t careful, not only would he push away the sexual partner, he’d push away this still forming companionship and that was just as frustrating as everything else.
It was then it clicked… what Matt was suggesting, it burned into the wall of denial and every part of Max wanted to pound in the message that he was wrong! But how could he? Matt was suggesting people wouldn’t know what they’re doing… they couldn’t be so easily tagged as gay and yet… Max hadn’t thought of that, he’d thought of someone finding out about what he was doing yes but honestly it still hadn’t clicked, he wouldn’t let it, he’d not admit defeat into the thing his father so openly loathed with incessant abhorrence. So he goofed around with a guy, that didn’t mean anything… well it did but… it didn’t really… or did it?
"What do you want me to do, Max?" The comment distracted the youth from his thoughts, his arms slowly dropping to his sides and Max’s eyes focused on the center of Matt’s chest as thoughts struggled to find their way in the thick fog that clouded the younger one’s mind. Eye’s closed as images replayed in his mind, fingers inched towards the fabric of Matt’s shirt, just gently stepping forward as they curled closed, holding the material within his grasp. It seemed despite all the stress and fear Max had still opted to gravitate towards his companion, faces drawing closely, a movement that seemed both gradual and instant at the same time. The boom of music was almost drowned by the scream of caution that set his heart into a panic.
"…Everything." his voice crept out quietly and had they been on the dance floor it’d have been unheard and with the near still lips that uttered the word it’d have been hard to even guess what Max had said. The penetrating voice of Max’s father sliced through the back of Max’s mind, the image of two young girls stumbling away from Steven who caught sight of them walking out of a shop, one having brought the other a top and while holding hands the two highschool students had shared a quick kiss on the lips. Quick enough to throw those blinder groups off the trail and yet affectionate enough to let the sharper minds key into the ‘more then just sweet friends’ relationship between them. You sick little f*cks! So vicious, so angry and hostile, even Max had pulled away from his father, though their startled screams had the nearby shop security on Chadstone quick and holding him back. Though even Chadstone had lost his temper the story had been spun about to throw in the confusion over what Chadstone had lost his temper about, Max couldn’t remember… but nothing big came of it at all, Max had only been 16 at the time and a more important charity he held host had all the coverage of the media.
"…But what I want and what I should do… they’ve never really agreed…" Granted Max was rather well known for not exactly being the most upstanding person, he liked getting in trouble and he liked stating his opinions and enforcing what he believed, regardless of other peoples emotions, as that’s how it seemed things worked when you wanted to be heard. That’s how it had always been in his life, that’s how his father had such a strong voice. It was nice being this close… he’d gotten so frustrated earlier, so used to coming here and having the freedom to do what he wanted, the things he and Lara had done hidden in the public crowd… the things they’d done over and over again… the ease in which both goofed around and the ability Max had to lure other girls into a security that permitted him to touch and caress… and sometimes so much more. These weren’t the sort of thoughts Max should be having though, he should be angry, beyond the guilt of letting down his father yet again, he should be furious at how weak he was! Why was it so hard to walk away? It almost seemed as for while Max continued to speak he was leaning in for a hug, just by the way one of his hands slid very slightly further up his back, his body pressing ever so gently against Matt’s and yet still looking as if he was struggling for an ending to what he started to say… for a moment Max had thought he had found it.
"I keep f*cking up and they keep warning me and I never learn, I just keep f*cking around and… f*cking up, I …" There was a frustrated sigh as Max clenched his jaw, the moments hesitation carrying a string of thoughts… maybe Matt wouldn’t notice how worked up Max’s been, how eager his body was, right… it was possible… he also might not notice a friggin’ pitch form stabbed in his crotch too. This was supposed to be a good night, what sort of night Max wasn’t entirely sure but it was definitely meant to be better then how it’s been. Ever Matt comes and meets him and all Max’s been able to do all day is whimper like a bloody girl who missed her spot on the cheering squad.
There was a sudden taste in Max’s mouth, a warmth anothers mouth and yet despite being the one to have leaned into it and brushed the tip of his own tongue against the unsuspecting lips of Matt’s that didn’t help in explaining what exactly happened the talking that had begun. Nor did the fact that this was the last stop on earth Max wanted to be kissing someone he shouldn’t be, as the place was hardly private and full of snoopers and usually that never bothered Max but now it did. And yet he didn’t want to let go, he didn’t want to break away or release what he’d waited a clear half-hour for. The thumping of his heart, both thrilled and terrified, beating through his core and resonating from his very finger tips.
Re: Countdown to Chaos (Dying Star Nightclub)
The conflicting thoughts within Max were all too present on his face; not a new sight as far as Matt was concerned. The athletic teen seemed to constantly switch between attitudes and personalities, it was almost like he had some sort of psychological disorder. In truth, however, he was probably just in denial while his hormones made sure primal urges took over every now and then. At these thoughts, Matt had to suppress a pained grin thinking off all the people who would immediately argue against that saying that feeling drawn to the own gender had nothing natural about it. Well, and even if they had been right about that, he wouldn't have cared at all. You can't always stick to other people's conceptions of wrong and right, at least not when your personal happiness depends on it. You shouldn't have to.
But how could he make Max realise that fundamental truth? How did you tell someone that his outlook on the world was warped, that as long as he didn't harm anyone, he did have the right to do what he wanted to? Regardless of the opinion of a part of society, regardless of what they thought should and should not be, he – like everybody else – deserved happiness. Surely his parents thought the same, didn't they? Matt understood quite well the worries one might have about coming out to one's family, but in the end, parents only wanted their children to be happy, didn't they? And Steven Chadstone had seemed a nice enough man for that kind of parental tolerance. The fact that few people would cheer upon hearing their offspring wasn't straight was undeniable, yet that didn't mean anything had to change between them, did it?
There was just a little over a day left until he would realise the fundamental mistake in this his reasoning.
Max's hand touching his abdomen effectively cancelled the light-elemental's thoughts and shelved them under 'to deal with sometime later'. All of a sudden, the world around them became so much quieter, as if a bubble was separating the two students from the outside, shielding them with the most fragile of membranes and yet so efficiently. "Everything..." Max's voice was the softest of whispers, maybe a little hoarse from the smoke around them and the alcohol, or maybe it just seemed that way due to its quietness. There it was again, that sudden switch. From aggression over anxious confusion to seeking his proximity – it would have been a long way to go for most other people, yet not for this one. He was like the month of April, unpredictable.
The words that followed kept Matt from replying anything yet, his silence allowing for Max to speak his mind, if only in this vague way of his the contrasting mutant had by now more or less become accustomed to. Well, as much as you can when it comes to almost never really getting to hear anything specific anyway. Was this guy who usually seemed to radiate confidence like some sort of obtrusive aura really so insecure and with such a negative view on his own actions as he made it sound? It was hard to believe, but there really were moments like this when it did seem like it. Of course they had been more than rare. Matt could only recall one occasion which, considering his low memory, had of course not to mean much though.
He shook his head as if to negate the things Max had said about himself. Sympathy arose within him like a biblical flood, washing everything else away to – for but a moment – leave nothing but the overwhelming urge to tell the other it was alright and do what Max didn't seem to be able to: embrace him. It just didn't seem right at all... was that maybe the reason why the stone-shifting teen had got the reputation of a bully in the first place? Was it compensation for his own negative self-image? For a moment, thoughts that had dominated his minds before the physical contact returned. For a very short moment, mind you.
Blessed are those who can have a worked up Max push up against them and not forget their own thoughts, for they have an easier life. Matt, on the other hand, found himself ridded of the rather noble state of mind he had been in just a split-second before, his blood deciding the brain had been hogging its attention for way too long now and venturing down into lower areas of his body. The fact, that the other's tongue was intruding his mouth, bringing the bitter taste of beer and remnants of cigarette smoke with it, wasn't helping at all either. In certain situations such as this one, both could be an inexplicably strong turn on for the light-elemental.
Sudden desire took his breath away, made his knees feel weaker as if just being able to support him. For a moment or two, Matt entertained the thought of just tearing all this superfluous fabric from Max's toned body and give them both the pressure release they obviously were in such dire need of. Had his powers been stronger and had he not needed to focus so strongly in order to keep up his influence, he'd just have blinded the crowd and got down to business there and then. As it was, however, that wasn't an option... and so an almost grunt-like sigh of frustration that seemed to reply to Max's own was the only audible reaction up to this point.
He could hear his heart beat. Even more, he could feel it, the closeness of the other, as it were, making his body an extension of Max's, the low resonance being transmitted from one shell to another. It was really about time he stopped trying to make sense of Chadstone's behaviour, Matt told himself, yet still he couldn't help making a mental note to frown at the whole thing at a later point. Not then though, that would have been a waste.
A few moments passed while the black-haired male was torn between simply enjoying the kiss and being distracted by what it brought about. There really was a limit to what could be expected of him to ward off and having Max of all people being so close and obviously eager to move things into a not exactly club-compatible direction was certainly part of a number of things that brought Matt dangerously close to giving in. Or beyond. Without commenting, still the breathed reply from earlier resounding in his mind, the contrasting mutant let his hand slip under the other's shirt, let it wander down this defined chest and abdomen, his touch demanding, claiming, and yet so gentle. He broke the kiss and brought his mouth to the school bully's ear, a little out of breath and so undeniably aroused, he didn't even try to hide it.
"Everything?" The hand slid into Max's jeans, taking hold of his erection, stroking it lightly and yet with barely controlled appetite. They stood far away enough to not be seen from the lower floor and if this was such a private area, the number of people that could come up there was so limited, chances of them being around in the middle of the week were negligibly low. But you could never be too sure. And so Matt took the chance of a temporarily overridden brain his touch was quite certain to grant his playmate for purely sensual reasons and pushed Max backwards, his hungry lips sealing any words of disagreement with a rough kiss as he pinned the other against the wall.
Into the shadows, into the dark. To where they couldn't be seen. To where they seemed to belong...
There comes a point in everyone's life when we have to take over responsibility. The question remains whether there is also a time when we can get rid of it again.
Re: Countdown to Chaos (Dying Star Nightclub - MATURE CTNT!)
An almost content air flowed through Max’s mind, the emptiness of which itself was a blessing as thoughts dissipated and worries, although still stung, seemed to take a back seat to the sensations which flourished so strongly in reaction to being able to get so close to the other’s body. Any noticeable negativity from Matt was gone, any disappointment in Max’s behaviour washed away in a reminder of what Max had to offer, what he could do, what he could promise. A puppet to desire, though as easily succumbing to his needs as Max was, he had more then proven his ability to taking the leading role, infact it seemed he always did, so few woman were as dominant as he… Matt had his moments, Matt had the ability to push Max around here and there and that in itself was also new and thrilling.
The tongue flickered out only for a moment, the tip brushing against Matt’s upper lip before seeming to readjust positions and with a soft sigh the lips were once again firmly against the others and the sensual actions of Max’s tongue as tender as it was demanding. Muscles tightened as highly sensitive skin seemed to be stroked by fingertips, a palm, spanning over his stomach, exploring toned muscles already familiar to Matt’s touch. And yet instead of pulling away from such openness, Max almost leaned into it even more, frustrated as his targeted slips seemed to vanish, leaving only the taste of the drink which had been ordered earlier for Matt as a painfully vague reminder of what he had now lost. Yet despite the lips pulling away, Matt’s body seemed to draw even closer, Max’s hand clearly tightening it’s grasps on fabric he held. Warm breath stroked against Chadstone’s ear, and in turn his own hot breath panted out from parted lips and struck against Matt, the known womaniser somewhat glued between stillness and rough nature screaming to be allowed to throw Matt to the floor, put him on his knees, make this other remedy the chaos he brought inside of Max.
"Everything?" Tension mounted, breathing stuttered in surprise that could only be described as desperate relief, the knowledge that needs were finally being met, sapphire eyes closed instantly, Max’s head tilting back as a rogue hand of the other snaked its way inside his jeans. The anticipation for those split seconds before was almost unbearable, the touch sent shivers of anxiety through the tension in Max’s arms, his breath getting entangled within his throat, a strangled sigh all that managed to slowly be released. Just as Max rolled his head gently to the side, slowly having it droop forward and his face lowered just slightly, eyes opened only to close again and for a moment he struggled to even consider a reaction in return for Matt. A rough shove to the wall, a sudden pressure of lips against his, it only helped number Max’s chance of control, and for the moment his reply with negligible at best. The bully’s hands split in their paths, one pressing against the wall as if to offer balance though he hardly needed it and the other cupping Matt’s neck and tugging him firmer into their kiss.
The hand on the wall suddenly seemed to suddenly come alive, though it merely reached to brush against the crotch of the jeans, the back of Max’s fingers first to examine as if testing the waters before diving in. Not out of hesitation mind, the younger of the two was still over powered by many sensations and being in the open and yet unable to stop caused a string of thoughts that screamed for attention yet the blank mind was trying only to focus on the one thing it was familiar with. Act and react, feel and be feeled, of anything currently going on, that at least was something that Max was able to understand, granted even that situation was stirring a few issues, but Max had a habit of acting without thinking… usually that’s when he was at his happiest, it’s when he started seriously trying to think things over that he got miserable and confused. Therefore Max was content in the knowledge that all these years he’s been right… thinking was overrated.
Both hands of the often violent youth seemed to rush in their attempts of making access easier to his partner’s own arousal, as long as someone was here with him, as long as the stairs were still in Max’s occasional view, then the humiliating fear of the dark, or the shadowy areas of rooms, seemed able to be pushed aside, as always, and allowed Max to delve into his own private affairs undisturbed. There was one thing about Max that was consistent and that was his habit of taking control, or at least that’s how it appeared in the sense he liked teasing, he liked pushing his companion to their limits and backing away, he liked the idea that they needed him so desperately and only he was able to do anything for them there and then. Max didn’t think of it as a ‘power’ but it was in a sense, because at breaking point he did have the power, he could release them of their suffering or keep taunting them, pushing them more, promising an ending that wouldn’t come. So rarely did Max have any true form of power over people and without fear or sex he’d probably have had nothing once all that was stripped away, social skills were merely acting skills perfected and deep down Max was fully aware of how lonely he really was. Yet it was times like this, times were he had control, where he had a hand in guiding someone else to a climatic end everyone always dreams of having, where Max could cheerfully succumb to his own delusions that everything was ok and he was happy, content with what he had and smug with all that he was given or achieved.
Matt may have been upset earlier, or growing impatient, or whatever it was that Max had trouble trying to assess, but now he’d make it up, he’d remind this flesh of meat just how good a handler Max was, how well he could pound and grind and tenderise. And yet at the same time, all Max wanted was freedom, he didn’t care about proving anything deep down, part of him was more then aware that Matt was already tuned into the fact that Max had an ability and skill in the physical pleasures. Only the young Chadstone was hardly one who could seriously understand his own emotions, just like he struggled with that of others he did with his own as well and right now his only way of expression things seemed to relay in either his anger or his passion and it wasn’t entirely uncommon for the two to collide, as Matt had seen for himself.
Knees buckled slightly, Max’s back leaning completely against the wall now, pulling his lips from Matt’s and taking in a much needed breath that was tangled with the enjoyment of the moment, eyes only half heartedly cast off to the side towards the stairs before closing them, denying the existence of the stairway as he did with so many other things. A firm hand wrapped its fingers around Matt’s wrist and by the way Max’s body seemed to slide ever so slightly downwards against the wall and how his hand seemed torn between holding Matt’s hand down there and pulling it out. Typically at the actions were enough to cause a moments pause it seemed and Max clung to that moment as a catalyst to take control, his eyes opening as an almost wicked little grin finally emerged on Max’s attractive features. The athletic form slipped down, hands already at work teasing and readying for the next step of this dangerous game he played, a moment spent balancing himself till knees found the floor an legs managed to work themselves beneath him comfortably and allow Max to kneel more securely.
Sometimes Max found himself preferring Matt’s company if only for one simple fact, once all the new and strange things were done and gone, there was a strength of resistance in Matt that allowed him to toy just as much with Max as Max would with him and it made the whole experience always prolonged and delightfully satisfying. And the more worked up he got his partner in crime, the more intense an experience it turned out to be, which was one of the very few times Max has realized that being so selfless pays off.
Re: Countdown to Chaos (Dying Star Nightclub - MATURE CTNT!)
Max's reaction was just like he had expected it to be, just like his own would have been. In the end, they were both driven by very similar things, maybe even the same, and that thought was comforting. More often than not, those surrounding the light-elemental held more of a traditional view on physical pleasures, seeing it as inseparably entwined with love and romance. Matthias had never really understood why so many people denied the simple fact that in a way, they were all animals with natural urges. Or maybe they did realise that and thought it unfit for the modern world; something that Contrast thought would ultimately lead to nothing but frustration, especially in their oversexed society. What happened if you kept pumping water into a barrel without a vent...?
Admittedly, however, Matt's mind was busy with everything but musings at this point in time. Or not so much busy as temporarily reduced to the basics. He didn't need to think. He didn't want to either. The reason why they had had such problems talking was simply because they worked on a different level, a more instinctive one. In the end, they were just using one another to satisfy their needs, needs that – in Max's case – had just been discovered. And it was alright that way, wasn't it?
Matt for one didn't have any moral doubts about their thing, knowing that if it was mutual, there was no such thing as exploitation. So far, he hadn't got the impression that his playmate was any different in that regard either, his concerns lying elsewhere. Getting caught. There was something forbidden and sinful about what they were doing up there, above the partying crowd, the risk of someone walking in on them being low, but not low enough to dismiss it. In the ever so eloquent words of youth culture: it was damn hot.
A pleased smirk appeared on Matt's features as his initiative was rewarded with a response in the form of shivers and quiet moans. Everybody had something they particularly went for and strangely enough, for this guy, who could often be seen pushing others around like he pleased, it seemed to centre around being dominated. And still there always came a point when he would turn things around, when he changed roles so to speak – something else he had in common with the contrasting mutant who preferred to have a bit of both in every adventure. And it very much looked as if he was going to get what he wanted when Max partly gave up his passivity, Matt moving back a little without breaking the kiss to allow him easier access.
Had he paid any attention whatsoever to things outside their little lust-centred bubble, Matt might have found the fact that the other's paranoia were more and more decreasing the farther they went amusing. As it was, however, he was too busy enjoying Max's touch, eyes closed as his breath became deeper, carrying a low sigh of pleasure. This guy was a quick learner. Of course, being a man, it was only natural for Max to know what another man would respond to. There were differences, but the basics were quite similar. It was so much easier to pick up how to satisfy someone of one's own sex.
When his playmate's lips pulled away and he began to slide downwards, the black-haired male opened his eyes and answered Max's grin, guessing what the other had in mind. His hand left the jeans to take the difficult choice between his own or the other's satisfaction off the notorious teen. Sometimes you had to be selfish after all. The fitted shirt he had been wearing was quite carelessly thrown over one of the chairs not covered in food before his fingers buried themselves within blonde strands. Legs asunder, head tilted back, Matt stopped perceiving the world around them entirely. The overpowering sound of the club was nothing compared to their breathing, to the sound of his blood rushing at accelerated pace.
It hadn't taken Max long to figure out that soft caresses wouldn't really get him anywhere. 'Harder' and 'faster' were encouragements Matt didn't have to give at this point anymore though. The other knew what he was doing by now, hands and mouth cooperating in a way that threatened to rid their target of his sanity. One reason why the bisexual's preferences when it came to men lay in masculinity certainly was the pure force they were able to put into what they were doing. Well, that and stubble. Beards were absolutely not his thing, but a day's worth of facial hair growth had its allurements.
A sharp intake of breath was the reply to a particularly motivated movement of Max's tongue. His mouth felt dryer than ever. "Whatever happens, don't you stop," Matt managed to whisper, his voice hoarse of excitement. Nothing mattered more than this; and if the Christians were right and he'd burn in hell for it, then he'd make sure it'd be a big fire. Who cared about the world and its petty conflicts anyway? Certainly not he, not then.
Re: Countdown to Chaos (Dying Star Nightclub - MATURE CTNT!)
Was it all so easy as this? To get away unnoticed even when so bluntly tossed into the publics eye? What happens when someone sees? When this is no longer a game and becomes all too real? Wasn't Matt afraid of that? Wasn't he worried too? Or maybe he was, and maybe as Max himself, Matt kept the fears contained? Secrets to carry and hide, to keep people unaware of what truly was going on. Was it easier for him? Why didn't the other look troubled? Why did he always seem so severely untroubled?
Then again... perhaps it wasn't that he was untroubled... Max tried to cling to the thought that he wasn't the only one worried, it made sense to worry, surely it did... surely? Just because Matt wasn't being outward with it.... it wasn't like Max was being totally outward with his feelings towards this, at least... verbally he wasn't.. And what his mind had to say, his body wasn't really hinting towards, at least not at the moment, and not for most of the moments he seemed to have with this guy.
Fuck this. Max resigned himself to the fact he wanted more then he felt comfortable taking right now, and the answer was most definitely not to take what he was able to, he wanted it all, he wanted it now, and he didn't give a shit how Matt felt about it. Yes... there was a touch of excitement at the danger of the situation, but unlike being caught with a girl, being caught in this predicament was hardly something Max could live down! It really dampened the mood... or at least.. was at risk of doing so.
Not that one could tell, in fact, one would not assume Max was even thinking in the slightest considering the performance he was giving Matt. But enough was enough. If Matt wanted more then it would be on Max's terms, or so Max tried to convince himself.. granted.. he could be easily swayed to carry on with a little prodding, but he was hardly willing to admit that to himself.
"I want to go to the Panacea." Ok.. it was an attempt at a demand, though Max had to almost crawl from his crouched position and creep slowly up Matt's body until the younger students lips were inches from Matt's ear, his body still leaning painfully close to the other... If things were so much simpler.... damnit... Matt'd be bent over backwards in a heartbeat! How could such a humiliating thought cause such strong ripples of frustration and anxiety?
Re: Countdown to Chaos (Dying Star Nightclub - MATURE CTNT!)
Matt, quite contrary to his blond companion, was anything but busy thinking. As a matter of fact, his mind was in a state of pleasant emptiness; a condition he didn't really feel like doing anything about. It is a positive side effect of good sex, even without any actual intercourse, that it tends to effectively render its subjects thoughtless. Or at least reduces their mental capabilities to that of, say, a hedgehog. Minus the drive for food, that is. Thus content with himself and the world, the latter seeming like such a nice place to be in at this particular point in time, the contrasting mutant was as unlikely to notice anything about Max' worries as anybody else in the club.
Chadstone's words were answered with a smile. "You do?" he asked softly, innocently, turning his head a little to take advantage of those lips' sudden proximity. It seemed, now with the other's body in convenient reach, the light-elemental's hand was developing a will of its own, stroking down the other's front - so close - exploring, teasing. Green and blue, there wasn't much of a visible difference in this diffuse lighting, as Matt searched for the slightly younger teen's eyes. Was there any reason why they should interrupt this so very enjoyable game, any at all? He didn't think so, and wasn't exactly in the mood to think about it much.
But really, what was there Contrast had to worry about? If they did get caught, and he didn't manage to dissipate into the shadows in time, his sexuality would get revealed. Sort of. Big deal! It wasn't as if an impressively high number of people knew him around here, and Matt honestly didn't care if they knew or not, and what's more, he'd be getting caught making out with only one of the most sought after guys Xavier's had to offer. Granted he wasn't everybody's darling, but that was a negligible detail not at all changing the fact that Max was highly attractive - in several ways. Ultimately, Matt had nothing to lose; the infamous school bully, however,...
His reputation as a womaniser, the respect of those of his peers who were rather on the homophobic side, possibly the support of his family... if worst came to worst, Max would possibly even have to face being stripped of the financial security he had grown up taking for granted. Once the thought was stirred, it refused to be silenced, no matter how much Matthias would have wanted to return to this state of absolute ignorance. Since when was spontaneous sex subject to reason? He certainly hadn't got that memo!
A few more moments were spent in the vain attempt to ignore the unavoidable, before he let go with a sigh. "Alright," he conceded, a hint of frustration in his voice as he pulled back and proceeded to put himself away before zipping his jeans. "Now don't you dilly-dally around. I'll be watching you." An effort to show that it was, in the end, his own decision. Whether that was to make himself or Max feel better, he didn't really care to contemplate, and after all - did it matter? Grabbing his shirt, he flashed a grin at him, emphasising the fact that he really didn't want to have to wait long for the continue. Without another word, he stepped back into the dark and was gone.
There comes a time when everyone of us has to take over responsibility for their actions. It stands to argue whether there is also a time when we can get rid of it again.
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