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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
- 3
"Joining of Land and Sea" – Ch. 2
Author Note: Hey guys, so here's ch. 2! More warnings for gay sex, but you ought to be expecting that by now!
"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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Maxie's POV:
The happiness from my little one-night stand had quickly worn off as the next week and a half had passed. Midterms were coming up, and there were also papers and assignments to work on. My schedule was growing ever more hectic, and I resolved to buckle down and get things done.
I was meeting Tabitha again for lunch and a quick study session. He was still on his bachelor's degree for geology, but I found that our study sessions were still helpful, if not only for the ability to reinforce what we were learning with each other. Plus, I could really help push him beyond the basics since I was more advanced. I sat down at our usual table after grabbing the mediocre pizza the cafeteria was serving for the day. I carefully cut it into squares with a knife and fork – it would be easier to eat this way while we studied.
"Hey, Maxie!" Tabitha greeted as he sat down.
"So, how far are you on your paper?" I asked him.
"Pretty close to done, and how are you doing on studying for that midterm?" he replied.
"I'm almost there. I know all the basic terms and concepts, of course, I'm just trying to work out some of the more complex formulas. I'm sure I'll get it down in time, though," I answered.
We passed the rest of our lunch hour talking about our studies, and after we had finished eating I helped Tabitha by proofreading his paper. He also tried to help me work out some of my formulas, even though it was clearly beyond his current capabilities.
After lunch, we split up, and I headed to another couple classes, then finally back to my apartment. Although I enjoyed Tabitha's company, being home again in my own familiar surroundings was comforting to me. I looked around in satisfaction at my immaculately clean and ordered space. It seemed that no one else ever kept their space properly clean and organized the way I did. Everything was arranged just so on my shelves; my rock collection was in order in glass cases, carefully labeled of course, and my botanical drawings were neatly stacked in their own box. The bed was even perfectly made up – probably because I hardly used it. I could usually tell when I was going to have another night with no hope of sleeping, but sometimes I would lie down anyways just in case I got some sleep. Sometimes it would work, and I'd sleep for a few hours. Other times, I'd just lay there with thoughts racing through my head, tormenting me endlessly, until I finally gave up and just did something useful with my time. Unfortunately, I could already tell that this was going to be another night where I didn't even need to bother lying down. It still struck me as strange that I had managed to sleep an entire night when I'd gone over to that man's home. Too bad I didn't have him now... I chuckled out loud to myself. It was just a strange fluke, after all – it's not like Archie was some sort of magical prophylactic sleep aid that would cure me of my insomnia. The idea of it amused me, though. I shook my head of those silly thoughts and decided that I'd just get some work done instead of dwelling on it.
I paced around my home and looked for anything out of place. The edge of my bed cover was slightly crooked so I straightened it. Everything else was perfectly pristine, though. I checked my stock of oatmeal in my cupboard (which I ate every morning for breakfast), and I noted that I was down to about 50% inventory, but that it was still far too soon to restock yet. Next, I checked the bathroom, and noted that I was nearly out of my bottle of herbal shampoo, but that I still had plenty of my home-made cinnamon-scented bar soaps. Making a new batch of my special shampoo seemed like a good enough task for the night, so I got to work on that. I added in some vitamin E oil for moisturizing purposes, and my traditional cinnamon extract, of course, but I also put in a few drops of cedar oil this time for a bit of variety. Once I'd finished my concoction I took a nice sniff of it. Ahh....the smell of cinnamon was always so calming to me. That would do nicely. I waited for it to cool, then poured the contents into my bottle. It had turned a ruddy brown color but wasn't entirely unattractive.
After that, I did more studying until the morning came. I felt a bit strung out and more than a little tired, but there was no help for it. I sat down at my desk with my morning oatmeal breakfast around 6:00am, then decided to check my emails. I didn't have much new, but I noticed that the tab from that dating website was still open. I clicked on it with the intention of closing my account but then I noticed a new message. What was this? I clicked on the message.
"Hey, um, Maxie,
I was wondering if you'd like to hook up again same time this coming Friday night? I guess I kinda miss you a bit. Well, anyway, it's up to you.
--Archie"
Oh, it was Archie! I...wasn't expecting this at all. Why would he want me back? What should I say? Would I go or tell him 'no', or just ignore him altogether? The options and scenarios swirling in my head were making me dizzy. I closed my eyes and took a breath to help myself calm down. Alright, then, first things first, did I want to see him again? I....hmm. Well, I enjoyed myself before, and it might be equally pleasant if I tried again. I guess I could go and see how things turned out.
I typed a short, simple message in reply, "Alright, I'll be there, --Maxie".
The rest of the week seemed to drag a bit as I waited in anticipation. Finally, though, Friday night had come, so I headed over to Archie's address. I knocked on his door and it opened almost immediately. I glanced briefly at his shirtless tanned chest, and I had the sudden urge to be pressed against it.
"Hey, Maxie, nice to see you again," Archie said. I stared slightly off to the side, my thoughts dwelling in other places until I realized that he was expecting a response.
"Oh, yes," I finally said, "but I'm rather surprised that you wanted me back."
"Ah, well, I guess I might've missed you a bit, is all," he said sheepishly, giving an embarrassed grin.
"Oh," was all I could manage to say. I sort of stared at the wall, feeling slightly disoriented at the fact that I was here again and that any of this was happening right now. Suddenly, Archie took my hand and guided me back to the bedroom.
He pulled me into his arms and started kissing me, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I let it happen, relaxing into his touch and wrapping my arms around his wide, muscular torso. I even rubbed my tongue against his. I could be a quick learner! Soon I felt his hands rubbing up and down my back, and I heard him groan a bit. He broke the kiss. "Hey, can we get some of these clothes off?" he asked. I obliged by removing my jacket, vest, and sweater. I even pulled my socks and shoes off. No sooner had I managed to place them all neatly into a pile had he pulled me back against him. He kissed me once again, more vigorously this time. I could feel his arousal pressed into mine, and indeed, I could not stop the warmth spreading in my own groin. He rubbed his body against mine and a soft sound escaped my lips as I enjoyed the pressure against my sensitive member.
Eventually he stopped kissing me and started tugging at my shorts. I took the hint and pulled them off for him and he did the same. Now that I was totally nude, he was staring at me, and I felt embarrassed again. I quickly slid into bed, tucking the covers up to my chin. Archie just smiled at me and wormed his way under the covers, positioning himself on top of me. I spread my legs wider to make it easier for him to fit comfortably.
"Um, sorry about this," he muttered, "I wanted to do some nice foreplay and stuff, but I'm not sure I'm gonna make it tonight. I'm just a little too excited."
"That's alright," I replied, "I don't mind. Just do what you did before – it felt so good I'd love to feel it again."
"Oh, yes, I will..." he whispered. I felt him reach down to me before he stopped, seeming to realize he was forgetting something. He pulled a condom and some lube out of his drawer and quickly prepared himself before fingering me open. Once he had started pushing into me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and squeezed, quickly pushing him the rest of the way in.
"Mmmrrph," he groaned out, trembling slightly. I heard him breathe heavily against my ear. "Aagh, you're so tight..." he whispered.
"Is...that good or bad?" I asked hesitantly.
"Oh, it's good." With that he smiled and began thrusting into me.
I clung onto him with my legs, trying to help him push, while my arms were wrapped around his chest. I rubbed my hands up and down his back, enjoying the feel of the hardened muscles there. Soon, it all got to be too much, and I could hear myself making soft little involuntary noises and eventually my body tensed and I felt that rush of release. Archie groaned out loudly, shuddering hard against me. I felt a warmth fill my insides.
He panted harshly in my ear and didn't move for a few minutes afterwards. Finally he pulled out slowly and threw the condom in the waste basket. He laid down next to me, pulling me into an embrace. He kissed the top of my head in an affectionate manner. "You did really wonderful tonight," he said, still slightly out of breath.
"What are you talking about? I barely did anything at all," I replied honestly.
He didn't answer but just chuckled and hugged me even tighter. Then he spoke, "Please stay until the morning this time, would you?"
"Okay," I agreed. Then he reached to remove my glasses, and I allowed him to do so, but I quickly buried my face in his chest to hide the ugliness around my eyes. He stroked my hair softly with one hand and I allowed myself to relax a bit and drift off to a welcome sleep...
I awoke some time later. Archie was snoring lightly next to me, and I wiggled carefully out of his grasp. I really wanted to take a shower this time to get cleaned up, but I also didn't want to wake him. Sleep was precious and difficult to come by, and I really didn't want to cost him any of it. So, I instead just put my clothes on carefully, checking my phone as I went. It was 5:15am, on the dot – amazing! Another successful night of sleep! I smiled to myself and silently thanked Archie. Once dressed fully, I sat down in the chair near the bed and just watched Archie sleep for a bit. He really was quite an attractive man, although the beard did tickle a bit sometimes. I wondered what I was going to do, though, until he woke up. I decided to wander out to the living room for a bit and poke around. It really was horribly cluttered and filthy in here. It was too bad – I'd fix it for him, but I didn't want to move anything in case he didn't appreciate me disturbing his belongings. I settled on sitting down on the one spot on his couch that didn't have dirty clothes draped over it. I glanced down at Archie's open literature textbook, which was sitting on the floor. Perhaps this would give me something to do... I carefully stuck a small piece of paper into the open page to use as a bookmark, then flipped it to a random chapter and began reading.
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Archie's POV:
I stirred groggily from my sleep. Why did my side feel so empty? I glanced down. Maxie's gone! I thought he said he'd stay until the morning? I felt strangely crushed by the fact that he'd chosen to split. Well, maybe he just changed his mind about it. I went ahead and threw on some shorts, walking out to the living room....and there he was, sitting very quietly reading a textbook. "Maxie!?"
He looked up casually. "Have you read this myth about Kyogre and Groudon? It's fascinating," he replied.
"Um, how long have you been up?" I asked.
He closed the book and put it down before answering, "Oh, from about 5:00am this morning."
Wow. That was early. "Oh, I guess the insomnia got you, huh?"
"Not really, I slept really well last night. I don't usually sleep so long. It might be your fault – I mean, ahem, thank you." He looked off to the side, avoiding my gaze.
I pushed some of the clutter aside and sat down next to him. He was still gazing down at an empty spot on the floor. "Archie, why did you invite me back?" I was taken aback by his question and not entirely sure how to answer that one.
"Well – I," I fumbled, "I just, um, well you smell good, for one thing."
Maxie's eyes flickered briefly towards me before looking away again. "I make my own soap..." he said, trailing off distractedly. Then he leaned in suddenly and hugged me, but pulled away quickly. "Sorry about that," he muttered. Without even thinking about it, I pulled him close again and tilted his face up with my hand and began kissing him softly. Despite last night's activity, I felt myself growing hard. His hand slid delicately down my thigh and brushed against my bulge. He gasped and pulled away, looking slightly confused.
"Hey," I asked, "Do you wanna go again?"
"Again?" he said questioningly, "I don't think I can go...again. I'm still a bit sore from last night. I...liked it, though." He coughed slightly.
I grinned at him and said, "Why don't we try something different then? We don't have to go all the way."
"Okay," was his only answer.
I pushed the rest of the junk off the couch and gently laid him back, settling over him. He didn't resist me, but he did have a vaguely confused look on his face. I continued kissing him and rubbing against him until he was gasping and writhing beneath me. Then I pulled back, carefully undoing his fly, and pulling down his shorts. The underwear stopped me briefly, but I managed to slide those down, too. His fuzzy little patch of red pubes matched his hair, and I couldn't help but think it was pretty somehow. I then looked up at him, and he was looking down questioningly. I lowered my face over the tip of his dick, sucking gently. He gasped and moaned softly, his fists grasping at the edges of the couch cushions. I continued my sucking, bobbing up and down while he made the most beautiful little noises. I inhaled deeply – even down here he smelled of cinnamon! It was a bit...intoxicating and I couldn't help but speed up my pace. Eventually I could feel Maxie tensing and straining underneath me. He was so close, and I wanted to give him his release. I kept sucking and bobbing, running my tongue along the underside until he finally tensed and moaned out softly. I felt him spasm as his fluid released into my mouth. I swallowed it down.
Maxie panted softly, his eyes half-lidded, before shyly looking up at me. "Archie, would you like me to return the favor?"
Just the thought of those soft lips wrapped around my cock was making me antsy, but I played it cool. "Sure, if you want to," I said nonchalantly.
"I...would like to try this, yes," he said as he worked at pulling my shorts off. My cock sprung up stiff and ready the instant he managed to get those shorts off and his eyes widened slightly. He stroked at my balls with one of those soft hands, and I could feel them tightening. "I like you're texture..." he said quietly. Then he ran a finger down the trail of precum that was dripping freely from my tip, looking oddly fascinated by the whole thing, before leaning down and gently taking it into his mouth. He sucked very gently, swirling his tongue around the head before looking up at me through fluttery eyelashes behind the rim of those glasses. I shuddered hard and almost came. Ugh! Why did he have such an effect on me?! It was baffling. I'd had lovers before who knew how to suck a cock, and he didn't even seem to know what he was doing and yet my body was tensing to explode. It was all so strange... I watched Maxie as he continued.
Then he tried to take in the whole thing and started coughing and gagging before I pulled him back up. "Hey, now, don't try to copy that stuff you see in porn; most people can't do that."
He looked a bit embarrassed before asking, "Oh, but, will it still feel good to you if I can't take in the whole thing?"
I sucked in a breath, "Oh yeah... Just do what feels right for you; it'll be fine, I promise." With that he returned to the tip, licking and sucking as he grasped the shaft with one hand. He used his other hand to stroke at my balls, which were becoming increasingly tight. I watched as he continued, then he moaned softly and I couldn't stand it anymore, tensing and groaning as I came hard. Maxie coughed and spat, looking hilariously shocked by what happened. I couldn't help but laugh at him. He huffed indignantly back at me. "Well, what did you expect?" I choked out between my laughter. He shook his head, wiping jizz off his face.
"I don't know why that surprised me, but it did," was all he said. He just shook his head after that. "I'm covered in semen – I'm going home now," he said indignantly as he got up and pulled his shorts back up, heading for the door.
"Hey, wait, Maxie," I called after him, "Would you be willing to come visit me again next Friday?" He paused in the now open doorway, and hesitated before answering. The door was wide open and my junk was hanging out for the world to see, but I waited patiently for him to answer.
Finally he said, "Well....I suppose I could. Goodbye for now." With that, he closed the door and was gone. I sighed. It had been a crazy past couple of days.
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Maxie's POV:
Ugh! I'm covered in filth! I felt rather silly, though, for not anticipating that turn of events. Well, it's not like I didn't realize that ejaculation would occur, it's just that I wasn't expecting that weird salty bitter taste, and it put me off. I hurried on home, eager for a shower and a clean set of clothes. I do wonder if telling him I'd return next Friday was the best course of action? All these extracurricular activities were taking away from my valuable study time. He did make me feel good, though... Hmm. Well, I did already agree, and it would be rude not to keep my word. I suppose I shall return next Friday, as promised.
Once I got home I was intent on a shower, but then I realized what time it was. I had promised to meet with Tabitha today to help him with his paper! I really didn't have time for a shower now, so I just quickly washed my face at the bathroom sink as best I could before grabbing my study materials and heading out the door. I rushed over to the library where I had promised to meet Tabitha, and he was indeed already sitting at one of the tables.
He looked up, "Oh, Maxie? Where've you been? It's not like you to be late."
"Oh," I said, slightly out of breath, "well, I was...preoccupied for a bit. Anyway, I'm here now, so let's get to work." I took a look at Tabitha's newer, revised version of his paper, and it was looking better, though I still noted a few small grammatical errors, which I marked with a big red pen. "Oh, Tabitha," I pointed out, "when you say here that 'they discovered this', to whom are you referring? Also, this part where it says that 'research has show this effect', you need to be more specific in your description."
"Oh, yeah, you're right," Tabitha agreed once I pointed out the flaws in his paper. He began making a few notes in the margins to himself. I gathered up a few stray papers and stacked them neatly to the side. "Hey, Maxie?"
"Hmm?" I replied.
"What is that in your hair?"
I reached up, momentarily confused before I felt a bit of a hardened clump stuck in my hair. My face turned a bit red once I realized exactly what had dried into my hair. "O-oh, it's nothing," I lied, "Just a bit of hair gel that didn't get smoothed in properly, I suppose."
"Hm, I didn't realize you used hair gel," Tabitha remarked off-handedly.
"Oh, well," I replied with a tiny smile, "I've just been trying some new things recently..."
Despite that embarrassing slip-up, I couldn't help but be oddly happy on my way home. I even smiled a few times. I'd have to take a shower later, though. Once I got home I was finally able to strip off these dirty clothes and climb into my nice shower. I lathered up, enjoying the smell of my pretty soaps. I made sure to wash my hair extremely well to be rid of that dried clumpy bit of filth. Ahhh...that was so much better now. Now that I was clean and refreshed, I was feeling much better. Time to get some work done on studying for those midterms!
All of my midterm exams were this week, all on slightly different days, and although I was a bit nervous, I still felt like I could manage it. Indeed, after taking them I found I had obtained perfectly acceptable "A's" on all of them, so at least that bit of difficulty was out of the way. Still, there was my thesis paper to work. Always that darn dissertation paper. It was immensely long (as dissertations often were) and I was forever working on it. I did enjoy the subject, though, so it wasn't too horrible. I had a theory that it'd be possible to invent a magma suit that would allow one to actually swim through lava. Of course, I didn't have the time nor the funding to actually build such a thing, so my thesis paper was focused only on proving the conceptual possibility of a magma suit through background research. Someday, though, I'd achieve my dream and actually build it!
After I wrote as much as I could stand, I decided to take a bit of a break from it. That myth I had read about Kyogre and Groudon hung in the back of my head. It was interesting to say the least. Especially that part where Kyogre could apparently cause the oceans to dry up, expanding the landmass. It was a fanciful but appealing notion...imagine how much human progress could be achieved if there a little more space and not so much ocean to contend with. Yes, pushing back the oceans would be great for humanity. I frowned a bit at the blank wall.
"No, I'm not just thinking that because I have a horrible phobia of drowning," I snapped out loud to the empty room. I felt a bit foolish afterwards for yelling at no one. Perhaps those darn psychologists were right about one's fears eating at your mind after awhile if you let them... Of course, I respected the field of psychology as I would any other of the sciences, but there wasn't any help for me. I was an odd man with odd fears and odd preferences, and there really wasn't any changing that. At least I had a bit of a sort-of lover to enjoy, if only for awhile. Might as well make the best of it while I had it! I resolved to enjoy myself as much as physically possible until this whole thing was over...
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Archie's POV:
The rest of this past week had been pretty uneventful except for the fact that I managed to get a part-time job as a lifeguard. This was a pretty awesome gig for me since I loved the beach and the ocean in general. Not to mention the fact that I got to smirk as all the jealous women eyed my glorious abs. Of course, a few of the guys eyed me, too. I flirted with a few of them sometimes, but nothing serious came of it. It was weird, because although I saw plenty of men who were quite nice on the eyes, I just couldn't quite shake my bizarre attraction to that red-haired nerd in that awful sweater... Still, it just wasn't my style to settle down with one person. I imagined we'd have a bit of summer fun this semester, then we'd part ways and I'd go back to my swingin' lifestyle and he'd find some stuffy scientist who collects fungus or somethin', and they'd get married, and all would be well. No reason I couldn't enjoy myself in his sweet ass for now, though!
I got back to my apartment from a day at my new job. I'd had to schedule it around classes but it was going to work out fine. I still had Friday nights off, but I had to go in to work on Saturdays around noon. Still, it shouldn't stop me from getting to see my favorite nerd! Plus, I had every other Sunday off as well, so there was that. Speaking of my favorite nerd, tomorrow was Friday and I was looking forward to it. However, right now I really needed to work a bit more on this paper if I expected to pass the class. I had since realized that just copying stuff off the internet was going to get me an "F" for plagiarism, but I was struggling to write anything good. The paper was supposed to be about marine pokemon and their habitats, which wasn't really that hard of a subject, but I was struggling to put all the info I had found together into any kind of nicely written thing. Right now, the whole paper was a bit choppy, and I had used the phrase "in conclusion" way too much. Better than nothing, though!
I went to class on Friday, bored and impatient and looking forward to seeing my Maxie. Wait, "my Maxie?!" I chuckled to myself. He wasn't mine, after all, and I wasn't his. No good ever comes from being strapped down like that to any one person – better to keep my freedom so I don't get bored. I frowned but then shook my head out of those thoughts. I didn't want to be in a bad mood for my date.
I waited around and eventually heard that familiar knock at the door, and of course, Maxie was standing there, wearing the same thing as before. He must have a whole freaky closet full of the exact same outfit. He just stood there looking weird and confused as usual until I invited him in. However, he must've been feeling more assertive today because as soon as I got us to the bedroom he pounced on me, kissing me vigorously. After we broke for air, he looked a bit surprised with himself for doing it.
"Hey, Maxie, I have an idea. Since you're feeling frisky today, why don't you take the lead and be on top? Huh, whaddaya say?" He blushed a bit, and it was super cute.
"Alright, then, I'll do it," he finally agreed.
We stripped off our clothes and I laid down on my back. Maxie carefully perched himself atop me, straddling my waist. I had the sudden image of him riding my cock and moaning softly as he bounced up and down, and it was making me hard. Hmmm.... Oh well, I already said he'd get to be on top tonight. Too bad. He leaned down to kiss me, and we locked lips, our tongues stroking against each other. We kissed for awhile until we couldn't hardly breath and then we broke apart. I decided to be rude and poked my length hard against his backside, causing him to squeak.
"Shame on you," he said indignantly, giving me a light smack on the side of my thigh.
I just grinned at him and said, "What you gonna do about it?" I was feeling playful tonight. He frowned at me with a mock stern face and I could almost see the thoughts passing behind those eyes.
"You know," he continued slowly, "since you're being so naughty tonight, I think I'll just have take greater control over the situation." I was really grinning now. Who knew my shy little nerd had a dominant side? I decided I'd play along. He smirked at me, then bent down and took my dick into his mouth, sucking at the tip. He worked his tongue up and down the part the he could take in, while his hands fondled my balls. I felt myself tightening...it was so damn sexy. I groaned, I could feel myself tensing as Maxie tugged gently on my balls. Just when I was about to warn him that I might blow my load in his face, he stopped, smirking mischievously at me.
"Did you like that?" he asked. There was a slight edge of amusement to his voice that turned me on.
"Yeah..." I answered breathily. He nodded once and bent back down, sucking on my length once more. Just when I thought I'd burst again, he stopped again. I groaned out loudly. He was teasing me...and I liked it.
"Again?" he asked, feigning innocence.
"Maxie..." He didn't wait for me to finish and just dipped his mouth back down again, wrapping those soft lips on my cock. I knew what was coming now, and I was tensing to cum, but every time I was almost ready, he slowed his pace. He did seem to be quite the quick learner. I got to where I could barely stand it when he pulled off. He looked down at me with a smirk.
"Roll over," he commanded.
"What?" I said.
"Roll over," he repeated. Ooh, so that's how he wanted to play it. I did as he asked, and he settled between my parted legs. I heard a drawer slide open, and Maxie hummed to himself. I jumped when I felt something pressed against my opening. He pressed in further...ugh, that wasn't a finger – he was just pushing straight in!
"Maxie," I whined, concerned that he might do me some real damage.
'Shhh...It'll be alright, just trust me," he soothed. So, I relaxed and let him do his thing. He did continue pressing in, but he only went in slightly, then pulled out slightly, then eased in just a bit further, then pulled out a bit, then pushed back in further than before. He repeated this until he was fully seated. Oddly, I found it didn't hurt at all, in fact, it felt about the same as using fingers. Soon, he started moving, thrusting in and out slowly. He leaned down over me, placing his body weight against my back and he continued moving. He kept fidgeting, trying different angles, until...augh! He really was quite the faster learner, as he struck my prostate over and over again. Soon he was moaning softly as I panted in a bit of desperation. I was immensely excited, but from this position, I couldn't reach my dick to stroke it. I huffed and squirmed and Maxie chuckled softly. Maxie probably knew exactly what he was doing – apparently he could be naughty when he wanted to... I tensed and tensed and trembled as Maxie gripped my hips and flexed against me. Finally, I squeezed my eyes shut and cried out loud, my release finally washing over me in waves. I heard Maxie faintly gasp in my ear, and I felt a warmth spreading inside me. I trembled a bit from the last few spurts. "Aahh..." I sighed.
After a few minutes Maxie stirred and pulled out from me. I heard the thunk of a condom hitting that trash can. He rolled off of me and I moved onto my side. He laid down next to me and once again looked embarrassed. "Um, sorry about that," he apologized, "I was just having a bit of fun – I, I hope I didn't go too far or make you uncomfortable..."
I hugged him and kissed his forehead, which caused him to wrinkle his nose. "Nah, that was great – you did great! I liked it..."
"Oh, well, thank you," he said, "I liked it, too, but I think I prefer it when you're on top – it's really more relaxing for me." He pulled his glasses off himself this time before quickly hiding his face in my chest. He really was self-conscious. It was too bad, because he didn't really look all that bad, even with the dark circles. He was beautiful, flaws and all, to me anyways...
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Maxie's POV:
I managed to fall asleep once again, and awoke some time in the morning (a check of my phone told me that it was 7:56am). Wow! This might be some sort of record for me! I wandered out to the living room after getting dressed. I wonder if Archie wanted me to stay this morning, too? Well, I guess he might, so I'll stay. I sat down on his couch and looked at all the clutter everywhere. How could Archie live this way? It was maddening, and I couldn't stand it anymore! I decided I'd quietly dust and arrange things a bit, but I'd be careful not to damage any of Archie's possessions or arrange them in such a way as to be unintuitive. I searched around the apartment for something to dust with before finding some paper towels. It wasn't ideal, but it would have to do. I then set out to dust and rearrange things, as quietly as possible. I took all his books and alphabetically arranged them on his shelf (there didn’t seem to currently be any sort of discernible pattern, so I didn’t feel bad about doing this). Then I gathered up all the dirty clothes and brought them to the hamper that I found in the bathroom. Lastly, I tidied up all of his random belongings – I didn’t really move them around much, I just straightened them to neat angles and made them look a bit better. I finished my work around 9:00am, and just sat contentedly until Archie finally woke up around 10:00am. He certainly could sleep quite a bit, and I rather envied it.
He looked around incredulously once he’d noticed what I’d done. “How long you been up that you had time to do all this?” he asked.
“Only since eight – I…hope you don’t mind. I tried not to move anything too far from where you’ve chosen to place them.”
“Um, I don’t know if ‘chosen’ is the right word,” he said, “You do realize that there’s no way this place is going to stay looking this unnaturally tidy, right?”
“Oh, I know,” I replied, “It was just something fun to do while I waited.”
He looked at me disbelievingly; perhaps organizing wasn’t his type of ‘fun’? He just continued glancing around the room, looking vaguely unnerved by it all. I was starting to feel bad about touching his things. “I’m sorry, Archie, if you don’t like it. I can put it all back, if you want, but if you want the dust back, I’m afraid you’ll have to wait for it to build up again.”
He just stared at my oddly before answering, “No, that’s okay. Don’t worry about it…” He sat down on the couch next to me and hugged me, and I returned the gesture even though I still felt a bit baffled by this conversation. I couldn’t tell if he was angry with me or not, but he didn’t seem to be (as indicated by the affectionate gesture), so I felt somewhat at ease.
“Do…do you want me to go home now?” I asked.
He shook his head. “Nah, actually, Maxie, I was hoping that you’d help me with somethin’, if you’re willing.”
“What is it?”
“It’s a paper I’ve been working on. I was hoping you might read over it for me and give me some pointers.” He walked over to his desk and printed a file off his computer, then handed me the papers. I glanced over the first page.
“Well, Archie, marine biology isn’t really my field, but I could probably still offer you some advice.” I pulled out my red pen and began editing. The more I read, though, the more dismayed I became. This paper was truly atrocious. I don’t think I’d ever read anything was that so poorly written, so filled with basic grammatical and spelling errors and so badly executed in concept before. I was certain the frown on my face was turning into a full-blown grimace by the end of it but I just couldn’t help it. I finished and looked up at Archie, who only asked me with a grin if it “looked okay.”
I sucked in a breath, “No, not really. I can honestly say that this is the worst thing I’ve ever read in my life, and it almost makes me want to weep from how horrible it is.”
“Gee, Maxie, don’t feel like you have to hold back now – tell me how you really feel!”
So, I obliged his request by continuing, “This is definitely not grade ‘A’ material at all, and I’m rather concerned for you academically at this point, to be honest.”
He just grinned at me. How could he be so happy at a time like this? “I see you didn’t catch my sarcasm earlier. Do you think, though, if I fixed the stuff you marked up with your red pen of doom, that I could get at least a ‘C’?” he asked.
“You want a ‘C’?!” I said incredulously, “Why would anyone want a ‘C’? I’d die if I ever made a ‘C’ on anything!”
“Maxie, you are waaay too hard on yourself! I’m glad you decided to help me anyways, though. Thanks.” He reached over and ruffled my hair; I carefully tucked it back behind my glasses afterwards. “Oh, hey, look at the time,” he yelled, “It’s almost noon. I gotta get going to my new job as a lifeguard.”
“Hmm? You work as a lifeguard?” I questioned.
“Yeah…hey! I have a great idea! I’m off tomorrow, so why don’t we go to the beach? It’ll be fun! Actual fun – not like cleaning… Whaddaya say, Maxie?”
I fidgeted. Just the thought of being that close to the ocean made me nervous…but I didn’t want Archie to know I had a freakish, unnatural fear of large bodies of water, but at the same time I didn’t think I’d be able to hide it very effectively. I also didn’t want to disappoint him since he’d been treating me so welland I enjoyed our time together. I finally settled on a reasonable response, “Um, okay, I’ll go, but just be aware that I do have a bit of a phobia about drowning, so I won’t be able to do any swimming…”
“That’s fine, Maxie, we can just stay on the beach and walk along the shore. It’ll be fine. Oh, but just make sure you wear something appropriate. You can’t show up to a beach in knee-high wool socks and forty layers of sweaters or you’ll die of heat stroke.”
I nodded at him. I technically only had one sweater on, but nevermind his hyperbolic nonsense. “Hey, meet me at the Seashore House on Slateport’s main beach around ten, okay?”
“Alright, Archie, I’ll be there,” I agreed. I wasn’t really looking forward to this though. With that, Archie had to be off to his job, so I went home.
I wasn’t even sure I owned anything beach appropriate since I was frightened of the water, but I looked through my closet anyway. I found a pair of flip flops that I occasionally used when I wanted to walk to the mailbox during odd hours of the early morning when I wasn’t fully dressed, so that would work. However, I didn’t have any swim trunks, so I’d just have to wear my normal shorts. It didn’t matter anyways, since I would definitely be doing no swimming whatsoever. Satisfied, I laid down and attempted to sleep, but my mind was too filled with anxieties to actually manage it. I got up after a few unsuccessful hours and paced around my apartment dusting and rearranging things to calm my nerves until the morning came.
Once it was time to get ready, I removed all of my clothing except for my shorts, and then put on the flip flops. It was a fine enough outfit for the beach, I suppose, but I felt terribly exposed and uncomfortable. It was just too close to naked for my liking, especially since I was going to be going out in public soon. I went back to my closet and rifled through the very back before finding a nice cherry red silk bath robe (red was my favorite color!). I put the robe on and tied the sash tightly around my waist, but I still felt a bit too exposed. Oh well, it’d have to do. I decided to walk over to the beach since it was only about 2 miles away. I quickly located the Seashore House that Archie was talking about; it seemed to be some sort of diner/drink bar, but I really didn’t feel like going all the way inside, so I loitered around the side of the building, instinctively hugging my arms against my sides. I really did feel out of place here. I hoped I could keep up a good appearance of normalcy for Archie’s sake, as I really didn’t want to embarrass him in public.
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Ch. 2 end! Woo!
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