That wasn’t to say that everything was perfect…
‘This movie… sucks ass!’ Max laughed, rolling his eyes as the predictable superhero movie took yet another totally predictable turn. ‘Please don’t tell me that you’re loving it?’
Channing rolled his eyes and took a big, crunchy bite out of his apple.
Max watched Channing as he munched on the apple. Wearing a tight white t-shirt and a pair of new, slim-fit chinos, Channing looked good. Channing had a more slender frame than Max, but he had been working out and his body looked strong.
Max had to work very hard to stop his mind from wondering as to how Channing’s body might shape up naked these days…
Nope. Do not think about him naked.
Just don’t do it.
Going there would be a baaaad idea.
Fortunately for Max and his wandering mind, Channing finished crunching on his apple and was able to get involved in the conversation again.
‘It’s… okay,’ Channing said, hastily swallowing the chunk of apple in his mouth. ‘I’ve seen better, I’ll give you that.’
‘Seen better? These modern superhero movies just ain’t what they used to be,’ Max said, genuinely annoyed at what he was seeing on Channing’s sleek Ultra HD screen. ‘This TV screen is insane though. It deserves arealfilm.’
Channing laughed as he finished off his apple.
‘Okay old man, cool story!’ Channing said, laughing at his own joke. ‘Tell me another story about how everything was way better back in the ancient past!’
Max laughed, even if Channing’s sass was igniting a desire in Max to spank his friend’s butt red-raw.
Whatever, it was good to see Channing so relaxed and enjoying firing back with some banter of his own.
Thinking back to when they first met, Max recalled how Channing would often go back into his shell when he was challenged by someone who he didn’t really know all that well. But Max had always seen that Channing was quick witted and as capable of smack talking just about anyone – if he felt confident enough to do it.
The more time Max and Channing had spent together at college, the more Max had seen Channing’s confidence grow. By the time that Max was on the verge of dropping out, he could see that Channing was confident enough to handle himself and forge his own path.
Well, that was the justification that Max constructed in his head at the time.
But having listened to what Channing had said about being deeply hurt when Max left, Max was beginning to see thatperhaps Channing was – and maybe always would be – a deeply sensitive guy at heart.
And this just made Channing all the more appealing…
‘You look so damn cute,’ Max said, noticing how tight Channing’s waist looked in comparison with his well-defined but petite triceps and biceps. ‘Maybe I’d be more into this lame-ass movie if you weren’t looking so good.’
Channing immediately began to blush, which only made him a whole heap cuter as far as Max was concerned.
‘Fine. You look as sexy as ever too!’ Channing giggled, his eyes peeking out from behind his fingers. ‘There, I said it. Happy?’
‘I will be if you let me do one more thing,’ Max said, reaching over and cupping Channing’s delicate chin in his hand and turning Channing’s mouth towards his. ‘Just for fun. Just like old times…’
The second that Channing’s lips touched Max’s, it was like being transported back to Channing’s dorm room on campus. With Max’s feelings clearly reciprocated, the pair of them began to kiss passionately. It was as if no time had passed at all, and the spark was very much still there.
If anything, this felt like all of their old kisses rolled into one super-charged version. Max could feel his cock rapidly begin to harden and push up against the crotch of his jeans.
‘Oh shit, should we be doing this?’ Channing said, briefly pausing before answering his own question and simply continuing to kiss Max.
Max moaned his approval as Channing’s hand found its way down to the front of Max’s jeans. As Channing squeezedand applied downward pressure onto the throbbing bulge at the front of Max’s jeans, Max momentarily found himself questioning whether this was in fact a good idea…
I don’t want to hurt Channing, not after last time.
I never want to make the boy cry again.
