But… he’s obviously into this, so….
Unable to resist the touch and feel of Channing’s hands and lips, Max continued to make out with his old college friend. All of Max’s troubles suddenly felt so far away, almost totally out of his mind except for the deepest recesses.
Keen to progress the situation into something even more appealing, Max went to unbutton the top button of Channing’s jeans.
One button…popped.
Two buttons…popped.
Three buttons…
‘Um, I think we’ve,um, made a mistake,’ Channing said, abruptly pulling away and practically jumping off the couch. ‘This is a bad idea. Really bad. Like the worst idea ever.’
To Max’s shock, Channing didn’t even wait around for a response. Channing simply turned and more or less ran to his bedroom and firmly shut the door behind him.
‘Urgh,’ Max said, letting out a long sigh. ‘Maybe you’re not so different from college after all, kid.’
Max was hot, horny, and ready for fun.
But seemingly Channing had reservations.
Max knew from past experience that the last thing Channing would want now is for Max to approach him. What Channing needed was time to cool off by himself in the safety of his own room.
With the unsatisfying superhero movie still playing on the TV, Max aimlessly scrolled through his phone. The cracked screen was actually getting worse, so Max was barely able to make out anything.
This was far from the end to the evening that Max had hoped for.
Still, anything was better than another night spent in his car.
Or worse, a night spent on the streets.
Max felt fortunate to have been taken in by Channing, but given how awkwardly the evening had ended, a part of him might have preferred a night spent sleeping on the Los Frisco beach.
‘Time to check out the football highlights,’ Max said, reaching over for the TV controller and flipping through the menu to get to the sports channels. But to his dismay, Channing didn’t have the sports package. ‘Of course you don’t. I know when I’m beat. It’s time to get my old ass to bed.’
With that, Max stood up from the couch and gingerly moved his injured shoulder in a circular motion. It felt like it was improving, and there was certainly far less pain than there had been earlier.
Perhaps Channing’s insistence on that wheatgrass shot hadn’t been so bad after all…
Chapter 5
CHANNING
The next morning, Channing made it his mission to exit the house about as quickly as was humanly possible. Having set his alarm for the extra-early time of 5:00AM, Channing was out of the apartment building front door by 5:30.
Channing really needn’t have worried about any awkward early morning contact with Max though. As Channing made himself a morning espresso in the kitchen, he could clearly hear the sound of Max’s loud, super-charged snores coming from the guestroom.
‘Same old Max,’ Channing chuckled, momentarily forgetting the awkwardness from the previous night.
But despite knowing that Max was fast asleep, Channing had still pressed ahead with his plan to get out of the apartment quickly and head into work. He had a lot on at Green Sky Future and knew that every single minute of extra time he could put in would be worth it in the end – especially if he was able to seal the VP position that was coming up.
As Channing finished off responding to emails that had come in overnight, he took a moment to cast his eyes around his office.
‘Not bad. Not bad at all,’ Channing said as he reclined in his mushroom-leather office chair and surveyed his minimalist but super-chic office room. ‘And how about you Billy?’
Channing smiled and looked over toward his stuffy who was taking his usual little seat by the window.
The office walls were all glass but had a touch-sensitive function that allowed Channing to immediately make the room totally private. To say that this feature had been present in some of Channing’s most explicit late-night fantasies would be something of an understatement.
