What does he want?
Why… message now? I don’t get it.
Except… this is still somehow so Max.
Channing and Max went way back together.
Despite the significant age gap between them, the pair met each other at college and quickly became friends. Max may have been a mature Masters student with an extra twenty years in the bank over Channing, but he was very much young at heart.
While Channing was bright, conscientious with his work, and hated risk, Max was very much the opposite.
Max was a rebel.
He lived fast, close to the edge.
If there was even a chance of having fun then Max simply could never turn it down.
The fact that Max was a mature student was something that Max had always played down to Channing. Max always maintained that he had been too busy partying and living a wild life during his twenties and early thirties to even considera Masters degree having initially graduated from one of the country’s most prestigious universities in the shape of Princeford U.
This made sense, but it wasn’t as if Max was partying any less or living any less wild when he finally did make it to college to take on his Masters.
But for men like Max, age was only a number. He may have been older than some of the lecturers, but that made no difference…
At college, Max had been a stone-cold babe.
With his thick stubble and blonde and brown hair, he looked every inch the bad boy. The fact that he had a long scar on his left thigh just added to the dangerous appeal.
Max’s almond brown eyes were like deep pools of brooding soul and there wasn’t a guy on campus who wouldn’t shoot him a look of admiration or lust.
Channing and Max had hit it off as friends from the jump.
Yes, they were very much opposites. And the age-gap was undeniable. But something about them just clicked.
Max would take Channing to the coolest underground parties on campus and it sometimes felt inevitable that after a few beers the pair of them would fool around. Things had gotten pretty steamy between them, but Max had always made it clear that he wasn’t looking for anything serious.
Channing had always said that he was fine with this.
However Channing being Channing, he honestly wanted more.
Truthfully, what Channing wanted more than anything was commitment.
But as far as Channing was concerned, the reality of the situation was that he was hopelessly in love with Max, and it would never be returned in kind.
Max was like a precious stone that Channing could glimpse at, touch, but never keep. And for a while, Channing managed to deal with that.
Just as Channing was beginning to dredge up all the old memories, and the intervening years of occasional hook ups and catch-up dinners, he heard the sound of his doorbell.
‘Huh?’ Channing said, putting his phone down and walking toward the door.
Channing wasn’t expecting anyone, and neither Tommy or Rick would show up without calling ahead, it just wasn’t something that either of them ever did.
Channing paused and gripped his hand on the doorknob.
It couldn’t be…could it?
Chapter 2
MAX
