Please Please Me
Title: Please Please Me
Characters/Pairings: Sid/Maxxie, with implied Sid/Cassie and mentions of Tony/Maxxie
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Maxxie needs a good fuck. Sid just needs anyone at all.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
What Maxxie didn't need was "a good fuck."
After The Russia Incident, which he capitalised even in his mind, he didn't want anyone anywhere near his dick for a while. That kind of thing just caused trouble and, as much as Maxxie thought he was a slut, he was determined not to carry on being one. This, while an admirable intent, was not altogether a practical one, leaving Maxxie feeling very disjointed and out of sorts. If he was being quite honest then yes, a good fuck was exactly what he needed but, as he'd sworn off that for the time being, he instead went to yet another one of Chris's parties with the sole intention of getting completely and utterly pissed.
This, in turn, led to Maxxie thinking it would be an amazing idea to ride around on a bicycle wearing 3D glasses and fuck knows what else. It was only a matter of time, really, before the front wheel of the bicycle hit a bottle and he was pitched headfirst into someone's lap.
"Oh." He peered up, trying to make out the new face in his red-and-blue world. "Sid. Hi." He raised his hand, meaning to wave, but he didn't have as much control over his limbs as he thought and it instead fell by his side, causing Maxxie to collapse in laughter.
Sid rolled his eyes and tried to push the giggling boy out of his lap, to no avail. Maxxie could be quite determined when he wanted to be and looped his arms around Sid's neck, wriggling around to get more comfortable.. Sid felt the familiar stirrings of something with the other boy's movements and his eyes widened for a second as he roughly shoved Maxxie away from him. Maxxie still had his arms firmly latched around Sid's neck and refused to let go, pulling Sid down on top of him. Maxxie looked up at Sid, again, a slow smile beginning to spread across his face and Sid wished he could see the other boy's usually expressive eyes, now hidden behind those tacky 3D glasses in addition to the usual soft blond fringe.
"You miss Cassie." It wasn't the most perceptive statement, but Maxxie was pretty fucking drunk, so Sid figured he'd just let this one slide and nodded. Besides... he really did miss Cassie. Maxxie sighed and whispered in Sid's ear, his alcohol-laced breath warm against Sid's skin. "I can help you forget."
"Maxxie," Sid started, wanting to ask the boy if he didn't think he'd caused enough trouble, but Maxxie cut him off.
"I don't want you to forget about her," he said quietly. "You're in love. I know that. But I can help make it stop hurting. Just for a little bit." Sid opened his mouth to argue, but Maxxie was still talking. "And it wouldn't be sex or anything 'cause I don't think you could take that, just..." Maxxie trailed off, suddenly unsure of himself, and Sid frowned.
Fuck it. Why not?
"Sure," he answered, regretting the words as soon as they were out of his mouth, but then a smile tugged at the corners of Maxxie's lips and he slipped those paper and plastic 3D glasses off.
"You don't look so bad in 2D."
Sid frowned, again. "Maxxie, I'm not in 2D--"
Maxxie had discovered that the most effective way of shutting Sid up was to kiss him and Sid kissed back, in spite of himself. With interest. He could feel Maxxie smiling into the kiss as his hands strayed down to Sid's belt, undoing it skilfully as he began to bite and nip at Sid's neck. It was, without a doubt, the weirdest experience Sid had ever had but, fuck... Maxxie was good at this. He couldn't help wondering if it had been like this for Tony, in Russia, but then a gasp was ripped out of him as Maxxie's hand slipped down his pants, stroking Sid, working him, and, really, fuck...
Afterwards, like Maxxie said, it wasn't love. But they both felt better, a whole lot better, and it had made it stop hurting.
Just for a little bit.
Characters/Pairings: Sid/Maxxie, with implied Sid/Cassie and mentions of Tony/Maxxie
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Maxxie needs a good fuck. Sid just needs anyone at all.
Disclaimer: Don't own.
What Maxxie didn't need was "a good fuck."
After The Russia Incident, which he capitalised even in his mind, he didn't want anyone anywhere near his dick for a while. That kind of thing just caused trouble and, as much as Maxxie thought he was a slut, he was determined not to carry on being one. This, while an admirable intent, was not altogether a practical one, leaving Maxxie feeling very disjointed and out of sorts. If he was being quite honest then yes, a good fuck was exactly what he needed but, as he'd sworn off that for the time being, he instead went to yet another one of Chris's parties with the sole intention of getting completely and utterly pissed.
This, in turn, led to Maxxie thinking it would be an amazing idea to ride around on a bicycle wearing 3D glasses and fuck knows what else. It was only a matter of time, really, before the front wheel of the bicycle hit a bottle and he was pitched headfirst into someone's lap.
"Oh." He peered up, trying to make out the new face in his red-and-blue world. "Sid. Hi." He raised his hand, meaning to wave, but he didn't have as much control over his limbs as he thought and it instead fell by his side, causing Maxxie to collapse in laughter.
Sid rolled his eyes and tried to push the giggling boy out of his lap, to no avail. Maxxie could be quite determined when he wanted to be and looped his arms around Sid's neck, wriggling around to get more comfortable.. Sid felt the familiar stirrings of something with the other boy's movements and his eyes widened for a second as he roughly shoved Maxxie away from him. Maxxie still had his arms firmly latched around Sid's neck and refused to let go, pulling Sid down on top of him. Maxxie looked up at Sid, again, a slow smile beginning to spread across his face and Sid wished he could see the other boy's usually expressive eyes, now hidden behind those tacky 3D glasses in addition to the usual soft blond fringe.
"You miss Cassie." It wasn't the most perceptive statement, but Maxxie was pretty fucking drunk, so Sid figured he'd just let this one slide and nodded. Besides... he really did miss Cassie. Maxxie sighed and whispered in Sid's ear, his alcohol-laced breath warm against Sid's skin. "I can help you forget."
"Maxxie," Sid started, wanting to ask the boy if he didn't think he'd caused enough trouble, but Maxxie cut him off.
"I don't want you to forget about her," he said quietly. "You're in love. I know that. But I can help make it stop hurting. Just for a little bit." Sid opened his mouth to argue, but Maxxie was still talking. "And it wouldn't be sex or anything 'cause I don't think you could take that, just..." Maxxie trailed off, suddenly unsure of himself, and Sid frowned.
Fuck it. Why not?
"Sure," he answered, regretting the words as soon as they were out of his mouth, but then a smile tugged at the corners of Maxxie's lips and he slipped those paper and plastic 3D glasses off.
"You don't look so bad in 2D."
Sid frowned, again. "Maxxie, I'm not in 2D--"
Maxxie had discovered that the most effective way of shutting Sid up was to kiss him and Sid kissed back, in spite of himself. With interest. He could feel Maxxie smiling into the kiss as his hands strayed down to Sid's belt, undoing it skilfully as he began to bite and nip at Sid's neck. It was, without a doubt, the weirdest experience Sid had ever had but, fuck... Maxxie was good at this. He couldn't help wondering if it had been like this for Tony, in Russia, but then a gasp was ripped out of him as Maxxie's hand slipped down his pants, stroking Sid, working him, and, really, fuck...
Afterwards, like Maxxie said, it wasn't love. But they both felt better, a whole lot better, and it had made it stop hurting.
Just for a little bit.