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Joining of Land and Sea	By : Fuzzbeast Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 1367 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Ch. 1
- 2-Ch. 2
- 3-Ch. 3
- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
- 1
- 2
"Joining of Land and Sea" – Ch. 1
Author Note: Hey guys! I was inspired to write this Archie/Maxie (hardenshipping) fic after playing Omega Ruby/Alpha Sapphire again. I'm trying to loosely stick to the details of the game, but I took a few liberties here and there, so don't sweat it! Also, be aware that this is set to the events of Omega Ruby (where Maxie is the one to awaken Groudon) and I've decided to start it out earlier than the events of the game, when Archie and Maxie are both still in college (I'll be switching POV's throughout). Then, things just go from there. Warnings for some gay sex, and be aware that this is going to be a bit of a fluffy and romantic fic.
Oh, and lastly, whatever you do, please don't imagine them with the voices from the friggin' anime (just imagine whatever voice makes you happy – I personally imagine Maxie with a softer, quieter voice and Archie with a bit of a deeper voice). Enjoy!
"I do not own Pokemon or the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story."
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Archie's POV:
I sighed. Finally, another Friday afternoon had passed, and it was time for the weekend! I tromped back home to my apartment near campus, throwing my books in the corner. I wasn't so sure about this college gig. Those courses were really tough, and I was barely passing that marine biology class with a "C." A "C" was still passing, though, right? It'd all be fine! Besides, even if academics wasn't really my thing, the one thing I did love about college was the casual sex scene! It seemed like there was no end to the hot guys willing to have one-night stands and casual booty calls, and I was here to happily take advantage of it all. Why bother to settle down with one person when I could have such a fun variety? Variety is the spice of life and all!
I shook my mind out of my pervy thoughts for just a second to grab an early-afternoon dinner from the fridge. Then I took it over to my desk and booted up my PC. Tonight I'd put out a bit of an invite and see who'd bite! I navigated my way over to my favorite rather shady dating website, and got to work on tonight's ad. Hmm....what to write, though? I'd done this before, of course, but I really liked to do a unique write-up every time – it really felt more fun that way. Let's see... I started typing: "Sexy man of the sea looking for a hot catch tonight!" Ooh, that was good! I'll keep going with it! "Any hot guys out there who're interested in some one-night fun can send me a PM. I eagerly await your reply!" There, that oughta do. Now I just had to wait and see who I got.
Satisfied with my work, I wandered over to the couch after finishing up my food and attempted to get some chapter reading done. I loved the ocean and learning about it, but I was more of a hands-on kinda guy, and this bookish stuff always bored me. Still, I struggled through the chapter until I yawned sleepily. Well, a little nap couldn't hurt, right? I put the book down, turned off the lamp, and drifted off to sleep.
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Maxie's POV:
Lunch at the campus cafeteria today was a nice broccoli and chicken stir-fry today, and I was taking delicate bites of it while sipping on my cup of herbal tea. I'd passed another sleepless night last night as per usual, but the one good thing about having chronic insomnia was all the extra time I had to get ahead in my chapter readings. My...colleague, Tabitha, sat across from me today, and we kept a companionable silence for now. Truthfully, Tabitha was the closest thing I had to a friend, and although he was younger than me, and he did tease me occasionally, we usually got along fine. I was thankful for those times when he joined me for lunch, as even I occasionally enjoyed a bit of personal interaction.
I was flipping through my textbook casually as I ate.
Tabitha was checking his emails on his phone. Eventually, he put the phone away and looked over at me. "Hey, Maxie, what're you planning to do this weekend?"
"Oh, you know," I replied, "I'll probably just get some more studying in."
"Really?" he said incredulously. "Aren't you already three chapters ahead in every class? You need to do something fun once in awhile."
I quirked an eyebrow at him. "Like what?"
He grinned at me. "You know, go to some wild parties, get drunk, maybe get a hot date for the night! That sort of thing."
I rolled my eyes at him before saying, "Do I really look like the 'hot date' sort of person to you? My talents lie in intellectual pursuits. Besides, I'm not a particularly attractive man; there isn't anyone who would want me..." My voice sort of trailed off at the end; it embarrassed me to be talking about such personal things.
"Oh, come on," Tabitha continued, "you'll never snag anyone with that attitude. Besides, it seems like you've never dated anyone the whole time you've been here. That's...kinda weird." He looked thoughtful for a moment.
"Oh, well, that's not true," I quickly replied in an attempt to dispel any more awkward questioning from him, "I did date quite a bit back when I was still getting my bachelor's degree in geology. It's just that now that I'm onto my Ph.D., it's a lot more taxing work, especially since Volcanology is a different field, and I really need to focus on it."
"Hmm, whatever you say..." Tabitha replied, but he clearly wasn't impressed. I couldn't really blame him, as he probably saw right through my lie. Thankfully, he didn't press the issue any further and we passed the rest of our lunch in ease.
When I finally got home to my apartment later that evening, Tabitha's words were still bothering me. In truth, I didn't just lie about dating frequently, but I actually hadn't even lost my virginity yet at all. It felt unpleasant to lie to my only friend, but at the same time, I just didn't want to admit that I was in my late twenties and still hadn't actually had sex with anyone. He would think me odd – even moreso than he already did. It wasn't that I didn't have any interest in potentially having sex, it's just that I wasn't good at the relationship part, and I just didn't feel like jumping through the arduous social hoops required to properly date someone. Dating was just a social minefield of problems waiting to happen, so I avoided it. Still, I felt irritated that I couldn't just get this 'losing my virginity' thing over and done with so that if someone asked me, I could honestly answer that I'd been with someone, but that the relationship just wasn't for me. Then they'd be satisfied with my normalcy and leave me be.
I walked over to my kitchen area and prepared myself a nice soothing cup of chamomile tea, carefully adding just a teaspoon of sugar – although it never really worked to help me sleep, at least it helped to calm my nerves. I sat down at my computer desk to sort through my emails - these university email services were always filled with dreadful spam. I rolled my eyes at a message from a purported sweepstakes winning, and another promising to help me enlarge my penis, and sent both of them to the trash bin. I continued my effort to weed out questionable messages when one of the taglines at the bottom caught my eye. "Hook up with hot singles for a casual night of fun!!!" the subject line proudly proclaimed in bold font. I suddenly had a strange inkling of an idea...it was a terrible idea, but once I realized exactly what I was thinking, I couldn't let go of it. Surely, these sites were just conveyors for computer viruses, right? Still,...this may be a quick and easy way for me to be rid of my virginity while avoiding the mess of relationships. I could spend just one night and get it over with, prove my normalcy to the world, and then be happily on with my life. Yes, the more I thought about it, the better the idea seemed. It was a Friday night, and I had nothing of any truly pressing importance to do, so why not give it a shot. Besides, at worst, I didn't have to actually answer any of the ads on this dubious dating website if I really didn't want to. I may as well have a look. I hovered my cursor over the link and clicked on it, and it opened up a tab to the site, which was filled with pictures of half-nude women busting out of their blouses.
I sighed. That wasn't really what I wanted. I scanned my eyes over the side-bar, and noticed there was a section for gay men, so I clicked on that instead. The page loaded up, and my eyes settled on a picture of a grinning man in a blue bandana. He kind of reminded me of a sailor, for some reason, and his dark brown eyes and chiseled tanned chest were rather attractive... Not that it really mattered, as I only intend for this to last one night and be over, I reminded myself. He would do fine enough for my purposes. I clicked on the PM button, and started typing my message:
"To the gentleman who posted this ad,
I saw your picture here and it caught my eye. I'd like to express my interest in meeting with you this evening, if you would be willing. If you've already been engaged, though, and are no longer readily available, that's fine, too.
Thank you for your consideration,
Maximilian"
Hmm....I frowned at my message. Maybe it was too formal? I deleted the "Maximilian" and put my nickname of "Maxie" in its place. There, that was better now! I hit the send button and it was done. I continued checking the rest of my emails while I waited to see if anything would happen...
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Archie's POV:
I stirred groggily. Something had beeped at me. "Whut?" What was that? What time is it?! I finally shook off my sleepiness and noted that the beep had probably come from my computer. I went over and checked. I had a message! Yes! I quickly sat down over at my computer to take a look. I read over the message, feeling utterly baffled. What a weird stuffy thing to write. This guy sounded like he had a major stick up his ass! Still, variety is the spice of life, and this was definitely different than what I was used to, and I didn't have any other messages, so I might was well give this guy a shot. Even if it ended up being a major bore-fest, it was only for one night, so I wouldn't really be out much. I went ahead and shot him a reply, including my address and instructions to meet me at around 10pm. Just a few minutes later, I heard the ding of a new message, and he had agreed to meet me (just as stuffy-sounding, I might add). So, I spent the rest of the evening trying to tidy up the place just a bit, and I took a shower for extra good measure. I threw on a short-sleeve button-up shirt, but left it open, and added some cut-off shorts, to get that casual, beachy look.
Eventually, I heard a knock at the door, exactly five minutes before 10pm. This guy sure is punctual, whoever he is. I strode over to the door, trying to get my swagger on as best as possible as I swung open the door. I was shocked for a second by what greeted me on the other side. There was a scrawny guy standing in front of me wearing like four layers of matching brick red clothes, one of which included a turtle neck up to his chin and what looked like knee-high wool socks, despite it being like 80 degrees outside. He had on super-thick-rimmed nerdy glasses and currently his expression was like a Deerling caught in someone's headlights. We continued to stare awkwardly at each other until he finally coughed slightly.
"Oh, sorry," I finally said, "I, um, you're just not what I was expecting, that's all."
His expression contorted in a slightly pained way (I felt kinda bad about that) before he spoke, "It's alright. If you don't find my appearance acceptable, I can just leave. I'm sorry to have inconvenienced you."
He had spun abruptly on his heel after that statement and was halfway down the apartment's walkway before I could call after him. "Wait! Wait, it's okay, I didn't mean that in a bad way. Please come back and come inside!"
He slowed his fleeing after that, turned back around, and hesitantly crossed my doorway after I ushered him inside.
I shut the door quietly behind us, taking care to lock it so we wouldn't have any unwelcome guests. He was currently poking at my piles of clutter with disdain. He sniffed the air and frowned a bit. He really wasn't my type at all...but I would have felt terrible with myself if I kicked him out at this point, especially after I'd kept him from leaving earlier. Well, I'd better just make the best of it. "Hey, buddy, um, Maxie, why don't you come in here and let's talk for a bit?" I guided him over to the bedroom (which was thankfully less messy so he'd have less to glare at). I sat down on the bed, and watched as he very carefully removed his big trench coat, carefully folding it over the back of a chair. He really did have a ton of layers on, as I could now see a vest on over that turtle-neck sweater. He sat down stiffly and folded his hands in his lap, then just stared at me. His face looked a little bit haggard, or maybe just tired. It almost looked like he might be slightly older than me, but it was hard to tell. He seemed immensely nervous as he sat there staring off into the corner of the room. I glanced over there to see what he was looking at, but there wasn't anything over there. "Um, so," I started off, attempting to break this awkward silence, "You seem like a college student like me. What're you majoring in?"
"Oh!" he replied as though startled by the fact that I had spoken, "I'm working on my Ph.D. in Volcanology. It's really quite an interesting field. And what are you studying, sir?"
"Uh, call me Archie," I said, put off by the whole 'sir' thing, "I''m working on my bachelor's degree in marine biology. So, do you have any hobbies? I personally like boating and fishing, myself." I caught him stealing glances into my open shirt.
"I collect interesting rocks, mostly of the igneous variety..." he trailed off distractedly, then asked "...do you want to have sex now?"
"Sure,” I sighed
I could tell this guy was super nervous and a bit strange, but maybe if I got him naked and we went ahead and got things moving along, he'd calm down and relax into it. A lot of my lovers were like that, all nervous at first (maybe not as much as this guy), but they usually got into it once we actually started. I prided myself on being easily aroused, so I was sure I could manage with this guy even if he was making this awkward. I watched him slip his shoes off and pull those massive socks off and place them carefully in the shoes. He then stood up suddenly and started slowly unbuttoning the vest, which he set on top of the jacket. Then he pulled that sweater off and folded it neatly, placing it on top of the other clothes. He was about to pull his shorts off when I stopped him. "Hey, hey now, no need to be in such a hurry! Let's just take things slow and easy, okay?" He sat down on the bed next to me, his slender frame seeming to be even smaller without his multiple layers of clothes. Now that I could get a better look at him, I could tell that although he wasn't buff at all, he wasn't exactly ugly either. He had a delicate, almost graceful look about him, with the way his red hair had come loose and was falling softly over the edge of his glasses, and he had oddly pretty hands, I noted. He was looking off to one side, just past me right now. Now that he wasn't glaring at my piles of clutter, his face seemed much prettier, even with the tired-looking frown lines on it. He seemed to have a bit of a frightened, vulnerable expression on his face, though, almost as if this were his first time or something. That couldn't be right - he seemed a bit too old for that. Maybe he just didn't get out much, is all.
"I'm sorry, I'm just a little bit nervous," he whispered.
"Hey, no need to be. Just relax, and I'll take good care of you, okay?" He nodded but didn't say anything. "Let's just start with a kiss, okay?" I said as I leaned in closer to him. Thankfully, he didn't flinch away like I half expected him to, but actually leaned in to meet me halfway. I inched up next to him and gently tilted his face back with my hands, pressing my lips against his. Those lips were surprisingly soft, and he gasped when I slid my tongue into his mouth. After just a few moments, he started lightly rubbing his tongue against mine. See? I knew he'd relax once we got the ball rolling. I continued our kissing, gently running my fingers through his feathery soft hair, which strangely smelled of cinnamon. I managed to slide my shirt off while we were doing this, and he didn't seem to notice. However, I felt his fingers gently glide across my chest just a few seconds later. Eventually we had to part to catch our breath, and he rested his head on my shoulder and sighed gently. It was a strangely sweet gesture, and not something my regular lovers usually did, so I didn't attempt to move him. About a minute later, he cautiously snaked his arm around my torso and hugged me. I decided to return the gesture, embracing him with my free arm and gently stroking his hair. I guess he was more of the romantic sort. This was an interesting change of pace from my usual partners, who by now would have been yelling "Harder!" and "Oh fuck!" or some such. I shifted slightly, pulling him into a tighter embrace, then started kissing him again. He relaxed into it almost instantly, returning my kiss. I reached down and stroked slow circles across his thigh, and I could already tell from the way those shorts felt tight that he was clearly aroused. I carefully brushed my thumb over the tip of the bulge in those shorts, and he whimpered softly into my mouth. I repeated the action, and he shuddered and broke apart from our kiss.
"Please..." he whispered.
"Of course," I answered easily, "If you're ready, then let's go ahead and get these off."
I stood up long enough to slip my shorts off (no underwear this time!). He shyly glanced over at me, and I could see his eyes widen a bit when they got to a certain spot. I grinned and slid into the bed. He removed his shorts and underwear, and quickly hid under the covers with me, looking slightly embarrassed. Once again, he settled down next to me, and rested his head on my shoulder, sighing. It was rather cute.
"May I...touch you?" he asked hesitantly.
"Go right ahead," I replied easily. I felt his hands flutter downward under the covers and very softly and hesitantly stroke up my length. He then barely ghosted a single finger across the tip. "It's okay, you know," I said with a small chuckle, "it won't bite you." He smiled slightly at that, and I felt one of his hands cup my balls, stroking them. He sighed again, and seemed to enjoy the feel of it. The other hand slid up and down my length, still not quite as firmly as I'd have preferred. I decided to return the favor and stroke his member, too. It was a bit slender, and certainly not as large as mine (I smirked internally to myself), but it was definitely a normal size, and was currently very stiff and very drippy. I could feel him subtly bucking into my hand, his movements increasing as I continued, and I figured that he was pretty close to ready.
I shifted, positioning myself on top him, parting his legs and settling in between them. He suddenly looked startled. "Oh, I guess it's time for this part..." he muttered.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I've noticed that you're quite...large. I suppose this will...hurt some."
I shook my head, hoping to dispel some of his worries. "Don't worry now, Maxie, I'll be really gentle with you. You just relax for me, okay?" He nodded and settled back down, clearly trying to do as I asked. I reached over to the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom and a bottle of lube. I tore the wrapper off and slid the condom on carefully. "I wanna be safe, you know?" I muttered to my red-haired partner, who only nodded. Then I spread a generous amount of lube onto myself, coating the whole thing. I squirted some extra lube onto my fingers, then gently pressed one into Maxie's entrance, which caused him to jump and look hilariously startled. "Calm down now, I'm just stretching you out so I don't hurt ya."
"Oh, yes, of course," he replied, settling back down. I continued, inserting another finger and pumping it slowly in and out. Maxie was whimpering now, and I noticed how tight he seemed to be down there. When I stuck in a third finger, he cried out and squirmed a bit. "Shhh, it's okay, " I hushed him, "just try to relax."
He nodded and sighed again, and I felt him physically loosen slightly. I made sure to go a bit slower, and he seemed more okay with it this time. I used my free hand to stroke his length and he relaxed even more. Soon enough, he was moaning softly, and I imagined he might be ready for me.
"Maxie, are you ready?"
"Yes, go ahead," he replied, but he didn't look too confident. I pressed the tip of my dick to his entrance, and pushed past the tight ring of muscle inside. Maxie groaned and whimpered underneath me, and I tried to go a bit slower as I pushed in all the way. I watched his expression, and he seemed to be struggling with the feeling of me inside him. I was struggling, too, but for a different reason – he was so tight I could hardly stand it! I didn't let him know anything was wrong, though, and I held as still as possible so he could get used to the feeling. Eventually I couldn't stand it any longer and I started moving, thrusting slowly in and out. Maxie moaned softly, and I took it as encouragement, so I kept going, picking up the pace a bit. Soft little cries escaped his half-parted lips and his eyes were squeezed shut. I kissed him gently down the side of his face and he moaned. Then he wrapped his legs around my waist and clung to me. I worked the angle a bit until he suddenly cried out.
"Are you okay?" I asked, worried that I'd hurt him.
"I'm fine," he said breathily, "it felt really good just then for some reason." I had probably managed to hit his prostate, so I kept at it, trying to get that spot over and over again. He was crying out now with every thrust, and finally I felt him tremble beneath me, moaning strangely softly as he came. I groaned as I released, too - the tightness had gotten to be too much to bear and I couldn't hold it back any longer.
We just laid there for a few minutes afterwards, panting and tired. Eventually I pulled out, removing the used condom and tossing it in the nearby trash can. I laid down next to him, feeling pretty satisfied. Maxie was staring up at the ceiling, though, with a strange, unreadable expression on his face. He didn't look regretful, but he didn't really look happy either. Finally, he spoke. "Archie, do you want me to leave now?"
I replied, "Nah, you don't have to leave so suddenly. You can spend the night if you like and leave in the morning."
"Okay," he stated plainly.
"You might want to take these off, though," I said, reaching for his glasses.
He turned his head to the side as though to stop me. "Wait, Archie."
"What's wrong?"
He hesitated before speaking, "I...suffer from severe insomnia, and I have rather bad dark circles under my eyes. I'm afraid I might look...ugly without my glasses on to hide them."
I ruffled his hair affectionately and he huffed at me. "It's okay, Maxie, I just saw you naked. There's no reason to hold back now."
"Well, alright then," he said as he hesitantly pulled the glasses off and set them on the bedside table. He then shuffled back into place, once again resting his head on my chest. He did seem to like that spot.
I looked down and caught a glimpse of his eyes – holy shit! He wasn't kidding, he did have some awful-looking dark circles under there. Although...his face did look a lot less severe without those hard-edged glasses on, and I could see he had pretty reddish-brown eyes... "Hey Maxie, you really should try to get some more rest."
He groaned at me. "If it were a matter of merely being able to get some rest, then I wouldn't have insomnia problems." He did have a point.
"Well, alright," I soothed, "just try to sleep a bit tonight if you can."
"Okay, but I imagine I won't be able to," he replied, "but I'm enjoying the warmth of this embrace, so I'll stay awhile."
After that statement, he shut his eyes and didn't stir anymore. I let myself drift off into a contented slumber.
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Maxie's POV:
I blinked a few times in confusion. Where was I again? There was something warm and comforting next to me, and I could hear a faint thump-thump against my ear. Archie stirred against me, his chest heaving slightly. Oh! That's right! I remembered now what I had just done. I can't believe I'd actually managed to fall asleep in this stranger's home! I wondered how many hours had passed. Perhaps one or two? It must surely be quite late at this hour, but perhaps it was still a good time to gather my things and be gone; I didn't want to outstay my welcome.
I carefully extracted myself from Archie's embrace, trying not to wake him. He groaned and mumbled a bit, and I froze at the sound, but he turned over and continued snoring quietly. It's astounding that I'd managed to fall asleep at all with that sound, even if it wasn't all that loud. I quietly started pulling my clothing back, taking care to be as silent as possible. Finally, I was fully dressed with all my belongings in tow and poised to leave when I took one last look back at Archie's sleeping form. He had made me feel so good, better than I had imagined I would, and it suddenly struck me as rude to just up and leave without even a word of thanks. What was the proper social etiquette in these types of situations, though? I didn't want to wake him in the middle of the night just to say thank you, but it was unlikely that we'd ever see each other again, so it wasn't like I could just wait until the morning to say it. Hmm... I finally settled on leaving him a note. It seemed like the best option. I pulled a pen and small notepad out of my coat pocket. Exactly what to write, though? I mulled over my options before finally settling on something appropriate. There we go, that would do nicely. I tucked my note under the corner of his alarm clock on the nightstand. Hopefully he would find it there.
I tiptoed carefully out of his obstacle-filled apartment (Archie may have been a good lover, but his home was a filth hole of clutter). I opened the door quietly, twisted the lock on the door handle, and then shut the door behind me. I breathed in the fresh air, feeling unusually refreshed and cheerful today. I even stopped to marvel at the pretty rays of sunlight stretching across the horizon on my walk home. Wait, sunlight?! What time was it?! It couldn't possibly be morning, could it? I pulled out my phone and checked the time: "6:35am". Really?! I shook my head incredulously. It had been years since I'd slept through an entire night like that... What an amazing fluke! I guess I should be thankful to Archie for this lovely gift as well. It's a pity I'd never see him again, but it really was for the best. I could be a very difficult person to like, and I'm not sure we'd be able to get along with each other in a long-term kind of way. Oh well, it was a nice experience regardless, even if it was over now. I smiled contentedly to myself as I walked back home.
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Archie's POV:
I groaned and rolled over, blinking a few times into the dark room. The pillow still smelled faintly of cinnamon. "Hey, Maxie," I called out sleepily, "How are you doin' this morning?" I looked around briefly and realized that he was gone. Oh...well, they usually were gone in the morning. It was pretty typical, after all. I don't know why, though, but I felt slightly disappointed this time. Strange. Oh well, he was a pretty strange dude, and I'd probably be able to have more fun later with a more vigorous lover. I shrugged it off and got up, intent on getting a shower and getting something useful done. Maybe I'd finally work on that paper that had been leering at me all week, or finally finish off that chapter reading.
I spent the rest of the morning farting around the apartment and sort of trying to get some schoolwork done. I sat down on my couch to try and force myself to read the rest of that chapter, and I barely made it a few pages before I couldn't focus on it anymore. Maybe I could just read the highlighted parts and pretend that I'd read the whole thing? Wait, no, I'd better not get lazy now, I was only still scraping by with a "C" in this class. Ugh, but I couldn't focus on this right now, so I set it aside. Maybe I could get some work on that paper done! I sat down at the computer. I noticed some new messages from people answering my ad, but it was too late for that now. I deleted them and deleted the ad. They'd get the hint and move on. Maybe next time, guys. I pulled up the instructions for that paper, did a bit of search on it, then I slapped together some paragraphs that I may have just copied off the internet in an attempt to get that paper done a bit faster. Hey, it was okay so long as I changed a few words here and there, right? I chuckled to myself; Maxie probably could have written this paper twice by now.
Maxie? Weird that he was still in my head. Oh well, maybe it was because he was such a weird guy. It's hard to forget a guy like that, after all. I turned back to this boring paper and aimed to get it good enough for at least a solid "C." Better get those references in...
Later that week, I headed home from yet another class, literature this time, when I spotted a glimpse of a red trenchcoat and red socks turning the corner around the building. Maxie? Maybe. Oh well, none of my business now. I headed back to my apartment. Another week done with! Time for another Friday of fun! I set out to make myself a new ad on my favorite website.
I ended up getting a reply not too much later after posting my invite, and the guy included a photo with his message. He had some killer ripped abs and a really sexy smile, so I was looking forward to this one. Eventually, I heard the familiar sound of a knock at my door, and I opened it up. "Hey, buddy," I greeted.
"Hey, yourself," he shot back at me with a cheeky grin as he pushed his way past me inside. No sooner had I shut the door and he was all over me, ramming his tongue down my throat and squeezing my ass. I noted that he smelled of booze and cigarettes as he led me over to the couch and pulled me down.
"Hey," I asked, "Do you wanna be on top, or should I?"
He smiled impishly before responding, "You're a big man, why don't you fuck me?"
I grinned back at him as we started pulling off each other's clothes. We wasted no time getting started and I pounded him hard as he yelled and moaned and bit at my neck. Eventually, we were spent and he rolled out from under me after we'd caught our breath.
"Hey, Imma use your shower, okay?" he called out as he walked back towards the bathroom.
"Yeah, that's fine," I yelled after him. I just continued laying on the couch, listening to the sounds of the shower running. That was pretty fun, right? So, why did I feel strangely disappointed? I shook my head. I was just being silly or having an off day or something – that was perfectly fun and I enjoyed myself, so there was no reason to be feeling this way. Suddenly the water stopped running and he stepped out of the bathroom and gathered up his clothes from the living room floor, putting them back on.
"Hey, do you wanna spend the night?" I asked.
"Nah," he replied, "I got another party to catch, but thanks anyway. You're a good lay, man, PM me anytime if you want another good fuck!" With that, he exited out of my apartment door and was gone into the night.
I stared at the door for a few seconds. Oh well, I guess I'd better get a shower in, too. After a quick rinse, I headed into to the bedroom. As I sat down at the edge of the bed, I spotted something on the nightstand. Was it some piece of trash I'd left there? I pulled a small bit of paper from under the alarm clock. Oh, it was a note!
"Dear Archie,
I wish to thank you for treating me to such a lovely evening. You really did make me feel wonderful, and I'm forever grateful for it. I suppose this is goodbye, though, but I'm still glad we got to spend this one evening together.
I wish you well in your future endeavors,
Maxie"
That was...sweet. I don't think I'd ever gotten a thank-you note from anyone else before. I felt a strange twinge in my chest at the thought of my little red-haired lover, curled against my side and sighing contentedly... I wonder how he's doing? Would he move on and find a proper boyfriend? Nah, he'd probably be too shy for that. I sighed aloud and laid down to get some sleep...
...Everything looked hazy and unfocused around me. I was kissing someone, though, and he was moaning softly into my mouth. I stroked his creamy skin as I breathed in the scent of cinnamon. I caught a glimpse of red hair but I couldn't see his face as he quickly buried it in my chest, whimpering softly.
"Maxie, is that you?" I called out.
"Nah, who's Maxie?" The figure beneath me had suddenly morphed into the guy from earlier this night. "Quite messing around and fuck me!" he demanded loudly. I stared in shock as he continued yelling, "Hey! Hey, what's wrong with you?! Hey!!!"
I snapped awake from the unsettling dream. What a weird, unpleasant dream. Did I really miss that red-headed nerd so much that I was dreaming about him now? What was wrong with me? I shook my head in disbelief. Maybe I did miss him a bit. He did smell nice, after all. Hmm... Maybe I should try contacting him and see if he wanted to hook up again? He might go for it. I resolved to try that later. For now, though, I rolled back over and hoped there wouldn't be any more dreams tonight.
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Okay, guys, end of chapter 1 – thanks for reading!
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