paranoid_alex все записи автора Title: A body in motion stays in motion
Author: chaeldub
Pairing: Tony/Maxxie
Word Count: 2366
Rating: MA 15+
Warnings: This story is Slash(boy/boy) and contains sexual scenes.
A/N: Tony/Maxxie not only Skins OTP, but canon as well.
Part 2: Momentum / Part 2.5: Toast by any other name /Part 3: Equal, but oppoaite.




Newton's First Law of Motion states that an object will remain at rest or in uniform motion in a straight line unless acted upon by an external force.

Tony was that external force or at least he had always thought he was.

That was until…

Tony is convinced that the scientists have it wrong. The sun does rise in the east, it gives warmth and light, but the earth does not revolve around it. He leaned back on the grass and stared up at it’s rays. The laws of the universe didn't apply here, the sun didn’t worry him in the slightest, because the earth and everything and everyone on it revolved around Tony.

Tony was a force of gravity; he had Sid and Michelle spinning around him like Mars and Venus. They basked in his warmth, they were at his beck and call, no matter how much of a prick he was to them. He shielded his eyes and glanced over at Sid who was, as usual, staring at Michelle. Anwar was trying to convince Chris about some girl in a magazine and Cassie was, well, Cassie was being Cassie.

Then there was Maxxie.

Max

Maxxie was not affected by Tony in the way others were. The rest of the group looked at him and saw class and breeding, intelligence and good looks. Maxxie, he just saw Tony for Tony; cunning, manipulative and controlling. Not that Tony denied to himself that he was any of these things, he just didn’t understand why they had no effect on Maxxie.

There was something else that Tony was that Maxxie did not know.

He was persistent.

Tony still had not forgotten Russia.

When he had kissed Maxxie in his room it had actually been about Maxxie… and Tony. It had nothing to do with anything else. Maybe he came across a bit crass; he sometimes forgot that not all people were the same and had to be treated differently. Hell, he had asked Maxxie if wanted head, he’d even invited him to go to bed with him. Then Michelle had walked in and that was when Tony knew. Michelle had asked Maxxie to leave them so they could have some time alone and Maxxie’s response, well, he had said no. Then he had said yes and left the room, but he did say no first.

Trying to get Maxxie to draw him, that had been about him, about his ego. Why was Maxxie drawing everyone but him? For fuck sake he had drawn Cassie of all people but somehow the idea of drawing him was too much. That was when it dawned on him; Maxxie didn’t draw him because Maxxie was scared. Maybe Maxxie felt if he drew him then he would have to give into those feelings he had. It was undeniable. It was written all over the blonde boys face. Of course, Tony had been crass again and that had scared Maxxie away. It was just too hard to work out how to act around Maxxie. Everything and everyone else was easy for Tony, but Maxxie; he was an enigma.

Morning classes had finished nearly half and hour ago and they were still waiting for Maxxie. Then through the clutter of conversations Tony heard the distinctive sound of steel tapping on concrete. Closer. Closer. He rolled on his side, brushing Michelle’s hand from his hair. Coming toward them along the path, twirling an umbrella, sing like he didn’t have a care in the world, was Maxxie.

“Where the bloody hell have you been?” asked Anwar.

Maxxie clicked his heels together, twirled hi umbrella and flashed a smile. He popped the black umbrella open and started dancing through them as he sang.

“I'm singing in the rain.
Just singing in the rain.
What a glorious feelin',
I'm happy again.
I'm laughing at clouds,
So dark up above.”

Tony got to his feet, brushing himself off as Maxxie danced past him and jumped in with the last two lines.

“The sun's in my heart,
And I'm ready for love.”

“You are joking, aren’t you?” Kenneth asked, looking up from the latest NME.

“When it comes to the things Maxxie loves he never jokes. Do you Maxxie?” Tony grinned.

Maxxie looked at him, a slightly unsure look on his face. “Sorry I’m late, guys. I had to pick up my costume.”

“I take it you're playing Gene Kelly’s role?” Tony asked.

Maxxie’s face lit up, as it always did when someone actually acknowledged his acting.

“It’s gonna be great Tone, bright lights, big tap numbers and everything. They're even going to have rain fall on the stage.”

Tony felt a weight in his chest lift. Maxxie hadn’t smiled at him or talked to him, far less refer to him as Tone since they had arrived home. Maybe all was forgiven? He glanced at his watch, there was still twenty minutes before he was due at choir practice.

“Is the studio free at the moment?” he asked

Maxxie’s brow furrowed, trying to workout where Tony was going with this line of questioning.

“It’s just, well, I love that film and I was hoping you wouldn’t mind showing me your routine.”

Jeez, now I’ve gone and done it, Tony thought, it looked like Maxxie was gonna start crying. He was pouting slightly and his eyes were looking a little glassy.

“Really, Tony? You want to see me dance?”

“Of course, we all would.”

There was a round of coughing, rustling of magazines and excuses made about having to be somewhere and do something as equally important, just as Tony had hoped there would be.

~~**~~**~~

Tony watched as Maxxie’s feet sped across the polished wooden floor, sweat flying off his forehead. The rhythmic tapping of his feet getting faster and faster as he built toward the climax. Tony leant back against the wall and watched as the two Maxxie‘s, the real one and his mirror image, twirled and spun around the room.

His mind drifted away to that morning waking up in bed, the sun creeping through the curtains and the sticky mess on his stomach. He’d had that dream again. The same one that had been recurring ever since the trip. It was simple really, first he’d be dancing with Michelle, then Sid would join them, not of his own choice. The next thing he knew he’d be dancing with Maxxie and then they’d glide to a stop and their lips would come together. That was fine, he’d kissed Maxxie before; twice in fact. It was what happened next that left his boxers wet. Somehow they’d wind up in his bed, hands tearing at their clothes as they tried desperately to be free of them. Then Tony found himself on top of his mate, sliding down Maxxie’s smooth chest, over his well toned stomach and grasping his cock in his hand. This time he would make sure that the head that he gave would past the test. He’d feel Maxxie’s hands slip over his head, through his hair guiding him up and down. Tony could always master something if he put his mind to it. It didn’t take much to download some porn of the net to get your technique down. He’d lick down the shaft, over Maxxie’s balls and then back up, kissing the head, nibbling at it gently and then taking it all in is mouth. With his free hand he’d slide it up Maxxie’s chest and tug on one of his perfectly formed nipples, sending the blonde boy into throes of ecstasy. Then the next thing he would remember was Maxxie whispering something in his ear and…

When he woke he could remember it all so vividly, like he’d really been there. Was it a dream? How could something so real be a dream. Yet he couldn’t remember what it was that Maxxie had said that had sent him over the edge and made him fill his Calvins full of come. It was even more irritating that the only thing he could dream about was the boy who was currently singin’ indoors with no sign of rain. Just the thought of it now was driving him to distraction.

“Fuck it.” he said, louder than he had expected.

Maxxie came to a grinding halt a few feet away.

“What’s the matter Tony?”

“Forget it, Maxxie. I’ve got to go.” Tony replied, pushing away from the wall.

“I came to you with my problems. What is it? Michelle still not forgiven you? Or is it Sid? I know that he gave you a right…”

“It’s you, alright!” Tony said, suddenly finding himself losing control.

“Me?”

“Yes, you. I can’t get you out of my fucking head. You’re all I think about, all day, and from the way I’ve been waking up in the morning, all night as well. It’s making me fucking nuts, Max.”

Maxxie looked shocked but still he stepped up to Tony. He reached out and took Tony’s hand.

“See what you've gone and done. One kiss from me Tone and you’re ruined.” Maxxie grinned trying to play it off as a joke.

“I’m being fucking serious, Maxxie.” Tony said snatching his hand back, “You thought I was joking around, but I meant what I said in Moscow.”

“Tony, how am I supposed to take anything you say seriously. You're always…”

Tony didn’t let him finish, he didn’t need to be told that he was prick, he knew that, he took pride in it. It takes a special kind if person to be able to fuck their friends over and still be loved by all. He just didn’t need Maxxie calling him on it. He grasped his satchel and stormed out the door, slamming it so hard behind him that he was sure that all the mirrors in the room might have shattered. He heard Maxxie shout after him but he kept going, he had too, he had to be in control. Even if that meant being totally out of control.

“Tone. Tony. Wait up.” Maxxie yelled after him, finally catching up to him near the lockers, “Fucks sake, Tony. What the hell am I supposed to say - Sorry, I turned you gay?”

Tony whirled around, grasped Maxxie by his hoodie and spun him against the lockers.

“You didn’t turn me gay, Maxxie. It’s got nothing to do with gay or straight, like you said to Anwar, it’s just stuff. I just want you… I just… fuckin’ fuck shit goddamn motherfuckin’…”

Tony slammed the heel of his palm into the locker door, hard, actually, very hard. It hurt, a lot. It still didn’t make it any easier.

“Can you just give me a chance?” Tony almost whispered.

Maxxie gave him one of his looks, the you’ve almost got me one.

“A chance?”

“Yeah, you know, we can see if things work out. If they don’t, well, we’ll always be mates.”

“Yeah, but do you want a relationship or just a quick fuck.” Maxxie asked.

Tony paused for a moment, the dream sliding into his thoughts.

“I want…”

Maxxie didn’t let him answer, he grabbed Tony around the waist and pulled him into an alcove behind the row of lockers. Under the cover of a false sense of security that they were alone and unseen. The proximity of their bodies, an intimacy made their lips ache. Tied their stomach in knots and had them falling into each other. They banged against the steel lockers, first Tony then Maxxie then Tony again. Now this was what he had been craving; this breathing, flowing riding with the moment. Tony felt adrenaline rush through his veins, felt his heart pound in his chest like it had when he had first saw Michelle across the courtyard. It was tentative at first, a push pull, as lip met lip, a struggle to find, to dissolve into one.

Maxxie was tugging at his jeans, popping the buttons on the fly. Tony, for a moment remembered where they were, then just let go, let everything that he held so close just fall away.

His hand slid inside Maxxie’s trousers, as the other grasped his blond hair, crushing their lips together. A gasp escaped him as Maxxie took hold of his cock, which had been painfully hard for what seemed the longest time. Soon they were trapped in a strange dance, hands moving up and down, trapped in their expensive underwear.

“Tone… I’m sorry.” Maxxie mumbled between moans

“What… what for?” Tony gasped.

“For not believe, oh fuck, for not believing you.”

Tony grinned, a one sided, playful grin and then he kissed Maxxie again. He kissed him like he would never kiss again, like Maxxie was the oxygen that he needed to breath. His slender fingers gripped tighter on Maxxie’s cock. Faster they went, the end drawing nearer. Gasps and expletives came more frequently, as did promises of longer nights spent together to explore one another. Maxxie found the crook in his neck and latched his mouth onto it, an insistent sucking and biting began. He was marking Tony, letting people know that he was his. That was all that Tony could take, he shuddered as Max’s hand drew up his dick one last time and he pushed the shorter, blonde boy hard up against the lockers with a loud bang that rocked them on their feet. His cock throbbed and come splattered his briefs and Maxxie’s hand. A moment later and Maxxie’s own sticky release was covering Tony’s hand as he moaned into his ear.

“Fuck, Tony, uhhh, that was… it was…”

Tony withdrew his hand from Maxxie’s boxers, looking at the white wetness on his fingers. He frowned for a second then slid them between his lips, sucking the salty bitterness from them. Maxxie smiled and they kissed once last time.

“Not bad for a straight bloke?”

Maxxie chuckled.

“Yeah, not bad, but you still have a lot to learn.”

Tony would have been taken aback normally, but coming from Maxxie he knew exactly what that meant.

“Lucky I’ve got you for a teacher then.” Tony grinned, sliding his arm over Maxxie’s shoulder and pulled his short, blonde friend close to him.