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Birds and the Bees

Summery: After walking in on Max and his boyfriend in a less then ideal situation Goofy decides to give his son THE TALK (new and improved edition!)

This fic contains: some explicit material

“Oh Maxie,” Bradley moaned as Max sucked on his neck,probably leaving bright red marks along his skin. But Bradley was too lost in the pleasure to care, allowing himself to be pushed further into the thin blue blanket the two had to rely on at night to keep them warm. 

A part of him should be ashamed, he knew. Being aroused while in the room his boyfriend had spent most of his life inside of. He looked to the windows covered by baby blue curtains with patterns of rubber duckies sprawled along, bits of the night sky peeking past the limited fabric.

Max claimed that his father had put them up after he moved out to keep the room from looking too bland and he hadn’t seen them since he was seven, but Bradley had a hard time believing that story.

He wondered what sort of embarrassing story material had unfolded within these walls, stories that Mr.Goof had yet to tell him about. The life Max lived before he ever stepped foot on college campus. Before he ever met him.

 He was so close to hearing about that one time Baby Goof tried to build his own personal indoor ramp in his room, but right when he was getting to the good part he was rudely interrupted by a bright-faced Max dragging him outside for a round of horseshoes in the backyard. Bradley had won, of course, and he made a note to wake up early and continue the conversation with Mr.Goof over a cup of coffee.

“Mmmm Max!” Bradley groaned, pulling away from the pleasure when he felt his boyfriend’s lips enclose over a certain spot “I told you nothing above the collar; they won’t heal by the time we get to my parents,” he whispered, not wanting to disturb anyone outside the door.

 Max smirked, a smirk Bradley both hated and found irresistible-a smirk that made him want to slap him for looking so smug but also kiss him for looking sexy while doing it. “Well, sorry, I’m kind of working without my guide,” he said, tilting his head towards his maroon shaded sweater topped by a bright blue collared shirt. 

Bradley sighed, baring his neck a silent request for Max to continue his previous ministrations but also a threat that he better be careful. They had to be out of the Goof family home and on his parent’s front door step by noon and if sees a single hickey in plain sight, he would personally be serving Maxamillian soup on a silver platter as an appetizer.

The last thing he wanted nor needed was an unwanted comment about his ‘lifestyle’ from a aunt he didn’t even know the name of.

This visit was supposed to be a pit stop for free food and a couple of hours of uninterrupted sleep on an actual bed, but somehow dinner stretched all the way until midnight.

Bradley’s hands moved to Max’s tank top, the only piece of clothing he had left aside from his boxers. Max groaned, separating his lips from Bradley’s neck long enough to toss his article of clothing aside, not caring where it landed, before diving back in, this time taking Bradley’s lips into his.

Bradley moaned at the contact, wrapping his arms around Max's broad shoulders, pulling him as close as their bodies would allow them to be. He let one of his arms wander lower, palming the front of his boxers and feeling the way it flattened around his fully erect dick. He groaned into Bradley’s mouth making him smile in satisfaction. He rubbed his hand teasingly up and down before letting his fingers rest at the waistband.

“Come on,” Max mumbled against his lips.

“Be patient, Baby Goof,” Bradly teased “We have all night,” He bit down on his boyfriend’s bottom lip pulling it seductively finally plunging his hand beneath the boxers.

“Maxie! I brought you two more blankets to keep you warm!” Mr.Goof’s voice announced, accompanied by the opening of a door.

“Ow, Shit!” Max cursed after he quickly pulled away from Bradley, his lip still trapped between his teeth. Bradley cringed as he tasted the blood on the tip of his tongue.

“Oh gosh, I didn’t know you two were uh-,” Mr.Goof began “I would have knocked if I knew-” 

“Dad, get out!” Max exclaimed, cutting his father off mid sentence or Bradley supposed could be classified as a ramble.

His dad stared at them like a deer caught in headlights for a second before responding, “Right! I’ll just leave these right here for when you need them,” he placed the blanket on Max’s dresser that sat a few feet into the room before turning to exit, pausing in the doorway to look back. “Have fun, now. You two are adults, so it’s safe to say you know about-”

“Dad! Can this please wait until tomorrow?”  Max interrupted again.

“Right. see you in the morning!” Mr.Goof said followed by the sound of the wooden door closing shut.

The two of them sat in silence, not knowing what to say until Bradley broke the silence with a chuckle, the sound echoing throughout the room. 

 “Ugh, this is an instant boner killer,” Max groaned.

“Oh, come on Baby Goof,” Bradley teased, straddling his boyfriend’s hips. “It’s not like he walked in while we were going all the way.”

“I sense an awkward conversation in my future.” 

“Well, it’s a good thing that talk is all the way in the future,” Bradley said, moving further down the bed until his face was in front of Max’s now mildly erect cock. “Now, come on I said we had the whole night, didn’t I?”

“What are you- oh,” Max’s question fell on deaf ears as it was drowned out by his own moans.

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“I don’t know what to do, Sylvie,” Goofy said, pacing back and forth in front of their king-sized bed.

“Well, it was bound to happen at some point, dear,” Sylvia replied, not looking up from the book she was currently absorbed in. “I think they both know it was only an accident.” 

“But the reaction I had, what if Maxie thinks I don’t support him and his relationship?”

“Hey,” Sylvia called out to him before he could delve deeper into his own thoughts, her emerald green eyes keeping him grounded as she stared at him. “I gave him the talk when he was younger, you know, the birds and the bees. But now he has a boyfriend. Does that make me a bad father for not considering the possibility of it happening? Did I let him go into the world unprepared? Did I-”

Sylvia kissed him gently, their lips meeting briefly before she pulled back. “I know that you love Max and you want to see him happy. You see that Bradly makes him happy, right?” He nodded. “You’re a fantastic father, Goofy, and the fact you are worrying about this only cements the fact. You'll find your own special way to make sure Max knows just how much you care. Now come on,” She held her hand out towards him, “let’s go to bed.”

A smile spread across Goofy’s face, reaching the corners of his eyes as he took her hand in his own. “Thanks Sylvie,” he said, closing the gap between them to plant a peck on her lips before following her to the bed.

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“Morning boys!” Goofy greeted, sliding the last pancake onto its plate. “I made your favorite Maxie chocolate chip pancakes,” 

“Thanks, Dad,” Max said, taking his plate along with Bradley and going to sit at the dining room table. Goofy noted the fact that Max didn’t look him in the eyes when he said that.

“It’s now or never,” he told himself.

“Hey Maxie,” he said, ringing his hands together, “can we talk?” His eyes moved to Bradley who was eating through his pancakes as if he hadn’t had a meal in ages. “Outside.” 

Max looked over to his boyfriend, who shrugged before going back to eating. “Sure,” he said, before following his father’s lead to the backyard. 

They walked in silence for a while before stopping in front of the horseshoe stakes, three stacked atop one another on the particular one they were in front of.

“You see, son, being with someone is like a game of horseshoe,” he started, to which his son groaned.

“Dad, I don’t need the horseshoe lecture anymore. I’m a grown man now,”

Goofy ignored him, continuing with the lecture “You give and you give, stacking onto each other with love.” He threw them at the opposite stake until both of them were even in number.

“And sometimes the love is so much that you want to express it in a different way.” He held up a stake and a horseshoe before quickly dropping the latter narrowly missing it from crushing his foot. “But you know, sometimes it doesn’t have to be a horseshoe you love. Sometimes it can be another stake.” He said, quickly rushing over to the other stake and pulling it up from the ground.

“And just because they seem too similar doesn’t mean they don’t fit together. But they shouldn’t be put together all willy-nilly because just like a horseshoe a stake can have rust and it can hurt the other stake without knowing so it is better to be safe and keep things clean with a wipe or spray, so everything is-”

“Dad,” Max interrupted, head slightly tilted to the left, eyes glued to the two stakes his father was trying to mash together. “What are we talking about right now?” 

Goofy sighed, dropping his head low to face the ground. “I’m trying to give you the talk I should have given you all those years ago. The birds and the bees, or the bee and the bee, or bird and the bird, or is it stake and the stake,”

Max chuckled, placing his hand on his father’s shoulders “Dad, look, I appreciate it, but I already know everything I need to know.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, well, the internet turned out to be a great tool when I was figuring things out.” 

“It should have been me helping you. It��s my job as a father.”

“Well, it’s not like you could have known what I was into or who I would end up with, but I appreciate you for trying,” Max said “it means a lot to me,”

“Aww, Maxie,” Goofy gushed, pulling his son into a hug which he returned, his arms wrapping around his father’s torso.

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Thank you so much to for reading! This is my first time writing fanfiction and I am so happy to be here! I haven't watched the movie in a while so I wrote the personalities the best I could. Please feel free to comment whether positive or constructive.

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