Bad Dreams, Better Mornings

Adrian sleeps fitfully through the day, tossing and turning in his sleep. Dreams of Max, particularly his uncertain fate, haunt Adrian until his alarm sounds. For perhaps the first time, he's grateful to be woken up so suddenly. It's 6:30 pm when Adrian steps out of the shower in a towel, finding Max sitting on the bed.

"Hey, did I wake you up?"

Max shook his head, yawning slightly.

"Just hungry, sir."

"I'll whip something up after I get dressed. And seriously, you don't need to call me sir."

"I- sorry, s- Adrian."

"It's ok."

Adrian grabbed some clothes from his dresser, and turned to see that Max hadn't moved.

"I-is something wrong?"

"No, I just assumed you'd go in the other room."

"...Do you want me to?"

is he really...

Adrian's pulse quickened slightly.
"No, no I don't. But I didn't think you'd want to see... stuff."

Max doesn't respond, simply holding Adrian's gaze.

Adrian released the towel, leaving him standing naked in his bedroom. With an audience.

Max gave no visual response to the sight, simply scanning Adrian's form with rapt curiosity. After a moments pause, Adrian turned around and started getting dressed. About a minute later, he was fully dressed, and Max spoke for the first time since Adrian had revealed himself.

"Thank you."

"Ha, uh yeah. No problem, I guess. Lets get some food."

Max ate ravenously, quickly devouring a good amount of scrambled eggs, toast, and bacon. After the two of them had eaten, Max checked his watch, seeing that he still had another half hour or so before he had to leave for work.

"Hey, Max, wanna watch some some tv before I go?"

"Yes!"

The two men made their way to the couch, Max immediately leaning against Adrian's side. For a moment he hesitated, before wrapping his arm around the raccoon boy.

They watched the news for about 20 minutes, mostly just local news about business's opening and politicians vying for votes.

"Right, well, its ten till, I should probably head out."

Max pursed his lips, not pulling away from Adrian's flank.

"You- you could..."

Max's hand moved over Adrian's thigh, resting just above his zipper.

"...or you could stay for a l-little bit."

Adrian swallowed, his heart rate quickening at the proposition.

we kissed but that was... oh god hes so cute

"Max, you don't have to."

Max's eyes flicked up, locking onto Adrian's with a new sort of conviction.

"I want to... please."

A moment passed, then another. Max held eye contact unwaveringly. Finally, Adrian gave his response.

"Ok."