Thomas sorts things out

Perspective: Thomas

I didn't get home until much later, but all day throughout classes and practice I was stuck thinking about the guys at home. Without having had the chance to check in on them before I left (and honestly being a little worried about what they'd say), I had no idea about Max's misgivings. I generally assumed they were either being as awkward and shy as possible, or fucking each others' brains out all day long. It was dark by the time I opened our crappy, creaking front door, eagerly listening out for the sounds of moans. And I heard them, coming from the living room!

"Filthy fuckers," I said to myself with a smile. I assumed that Max, as the kinkiest among our number, was responsible for whatever was happening in there. But when I opened the door, I saw that nobody at all was having sex. The sounds of the moaning were actually coming from the TV, where Aaron and Jacob had put on some loud gay porn. On the screen, a handsome older man with a hairier chest than mine was railing a pretty young thing calling him "Daddy" over and over. The audience were sat on the sofa, fully clothed, with notepads on their laps and looks of concentration on their faces.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I said, almost laughing at the absurdity of the scene.

"Just making a list," Aaron said, grinning, "of all the things we want to do to each other."

"Right," I said, "What's on there so far?" I jumped onto the sofa and snuck a look at Jacob's list. All I could read off the top was spitroasted on my back while - before it was snatched out of my view.

"It's a surprise!" he said. "You get to know when you've helped me tick something off. Now, do you want to watch with us?"

I snuggled up between him and Aaron, wrapping an arm around each of them. "I'd much rather get started on your lists..." I said suggestively, squeezing their shoulders. Aaron melted immediately (the fucking slut), but Jacob remained taciturn.

"We should tell you, before any of that, about Max."

"Oh? Is he ok?"

"Yeah, he's fine," Jacob said, "He's in his room. He told us earlier that he didn't want to be involved with us."

I furrowed my brow. That didn't make sense. "Why?"

"Apparently he's worried it might cause some friction, or drama, or something," said Aaron, still snuggled into my chest. His hand was wandering down to my crotch, not that I minded. But I couldn't wrap my head around this Max thing. After all, he was the one who had suggested that he and I start giving each other head before we ever knew about the others.

"I'm going to talk to him," I announced, standing. Jacob started to protest, while Aaron seemed annoyed that his source of dick had been taken away. "You guys work on your lists, and include Max in them if you want. I think this is about something else, and I think I can get him back on board."

I knocked on Max's door, only to hear a hesitant "Hello?" from the other side.

"It's Thomas," I said. There was no immediate reply. "Can I come in?"

Still, Max paused, but eventually he said "Okay, sure." I opened the door. He was sat at his desk, the lamp his only source of illumination. He was reading a book in another language, but he closed it when I came in.

"Don't worry," I said, raising my hands, "I talked to the others. I'm not here to seduce you or anything." I saw him visibly relax. "I just want to chat about it."

"There's not really anything to say," he mumbled, as I gently sat myself on the edge of his bed at a respectable distance. "I just don't think it's a good idea."

"It's just..." I trailed off, trying to find the words. "Are you sure there isn't something else going on?"

"Like what?"

"I mean, of all of us I expected to be worried, you were bottom of the list. Come on, man, where's the Max who swallowed four guys' worth of cum from last night? Where did he go?"

Max was silent, I scooted up just a little, and put a hand on his knee. "Look," I said. "I can tell there's something else. I see that you're struggling to get the words out. But we're past that now. After last night, there's no way I can judge you for what you're feeling. So just tell me the truth."

He took a deep breath and I leant back, giving him a little space while he worked up his confession. To my surprise, he didn't say anything straight away. Instead he practically leapt up onto me and kissed me full on the lips.

"Woah," I said, momentarily stunned. "Hi there."

"Hi," he whispered, still wrapped around me. "Okay, you've got to promise not to judge me."

I didn't mention that I already said I wouldn't. Instead, I just kissed him again and said "Sure."

"I have a kink."

I laughed. "No shit, dude. I saw Aaron almost **** you out, and the way you looked when he took charge. Of course you've got a kink, you've probably got a dozen."

"Yeah, but... I've got a weird one." He looked at me, dead serious.

"Okay..." I said, with a little wariness. I was as game for weird shit as anyone, but suddenly, with Max in my arms, I worried about what it might be. "So, what is it?"