#I stepped on my first crunchy leaves today and felt said bliss

[rotinthedark]

"Bliss is a crisp autumn breeze, crunchy leaves, frogs croaking in the background, and the first cig out of a fresh pack."

[trashyazeohane]

Five shots too many - Adult!Maxvid!AU

Part 1/Part 2/Part 3

The evening before

Summary:  Bad moods and childhood crushes don’t mix well with alcohol

Additional comments: Will contain smut in Part 2 (Top!Max + Bottom!David). Not beta-read.

You can also read it on AO3. Enjoy!

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Max took another sip of his beer, his tongue not able to even taste a trace of alcohol anymore. He knew it was there, but he stopped sensing it. At this point he wasn’t sure whether it was even good or bad.

But he knew he shouldn’t have ordered another beer. Yet he had done just that. His fingers moved into his wallet to try to find a needed amount of coins, only to stop when a voice next to him spoke up:

“I’ll pay. It’s on me.”

It was David, speaking still with that adorable smile dancing on his lips, even though his gaze couldn’t stay focused at one point.

Max didn’t argue, he didn’t have the power to do so. He allowed for David’s clumsy, trembling hands to take out a bill to pay for his another beer and David’s shot.

Maybe this evening was a mistake. Maybe they should have ended it back when they both (or at least one of them) could think coherently. How long ago it was? Few minutes? Few hours? The time turned into dust. It was often happening whenever he was spending time with David.

But today evening shouldn’t have happened. Max should have cut it short and return to his dorm. He should have done it, because this was what responsible adults do.

Max was far away from the image of an ideal adult. But even though that, he knew he shouldn’t have done it. Yet he did. This small part of his coherently thinking brain was telling him to end it. if he still could control himself. Yet the body and heart was telling him to stay.

So he drank sip after sip. It was helping him bear with the stuffy atmosphere of the bar. It was helping him do something with his fidgeting hands. Hands that wanted to move closer to David.

No, he should control himself.

Yet the fog in his brain was slowly making his walls break down.

So his eyes followed David’s palm as he grabbed the tiny glass and emptied the half of it in one swift movement.

“You know, Max, I’m proud of you. You grew up into a very amazing guy.” David’s words were slurred, some ends were connected with the beginnings of others, however he was still speaking with pure, honest sincerity.

But David was far away from the truth.

“I’m still a shithead, David.” Max quickly added, needing to clear that out. Because it was the truth. Even though it felt nice when David called him otherwise.

And that doofus, of course, started to laugh, with that nice, cheerful laugh that always made Max’s heart jump wildly in his chest. So naturally it also happened now, especially as David swayed heavily first to Max’s side, then forward, only to rest his head on the pillow made from his arms.

The fact that he was now looking at Max with that happy, adorning look wasn’t helping. It was making everything way worse.

Another sip.

“That’s not true. You are kind when you want to be.” David’s eyes were shining, sparkling with dozen of tiny stars.

“You’re delusional and apparently very drunk.”

A chuckle escaped David’s lips, then a sigh, followed by eyes closing slowly. A lone lock of David’s now disarrayed hairs slumped down onto his forehead. Max had an urge to move his palm and softly push the strand out of the way.

This was dangerous.

But gladly before Max could do anything stupid, David opened his eyes, stared at him goofily and then tilted his head a little to move into more comfortable position. A movement which made David’s sweater slip down and show a patch of skin on the neck, together with a bruise.

That awful bruise. A hickey. A splatter of red color. No, not fully red, but intertwined with violet and gray hints.

Max hated it. But he despised more the man who had left it. Max had been surprised that David hadn’t called police on that guy. The only thing he had done was wave his hand and with smaller smile say ‘he has problems, let him be, Max’.

Oh, Max also had problems. One of which was the man who almost had sexually abused David – a pure, innocent David. Max wanted to punch that man, he wanted to see the blood spilling from his nose and mouth, he wanted to see fear, dangerous fear seeping into that man’s eyes.

Yet he knew David would never allow Max to do so. He had too good heart.

However this good heart had been broken a countless times.

David tried to act like he didn’t care. But Max knew better. He had seen as David had reached to his nape, only to freeze for few seconds, eyes staring at some far away point in the distance. David did care, because this was what David always did. Fucking care. Even when someone treated him like garbage.

David didn’t deserve it. And that man deserved a kick to his nuts.

So that’s why Max had proposed going out. Just the two of them, money, free Friday evening and apparently a lot of alcohol.

Max had lost track of number of beers he had drunk. He didn’t even want to think how many shots David had poured into himself. The hungover tomorrow will be deadly. But this was tomorrow Max’s problem. Today Max had more urging matters on his hand. Or mind.

“Maybe a little bit.” David continued the topic, like there wasn’t a huge gap between responses. Or maybe simply his mind finally caught up with the words spoken to him. Judging by the soft fluttering of his eyelids, he was on the edge of passing to the Morpheus’ Dream World.

Max checked the time. Half past midnight. They had had quite quick pace of drinking. No wonder they were already out of this world at this early for Max hour.

Max finished his beer in few quick gulps. You can’t waste alcohol, right? Especially if it was bought with David’s money.

“I’ll take you home, David.”

For a second Max thought that David would argue with him over that as he started to mumble something under his nose. But then David slowly lifted his head from his arms. Getting up from the chair took more work. But when David was more over standing properly, he patted his pockets, muttering under his nose ‘phone’ and ‘wallet’. God damn it, did he have to be so preventive even when drunk?

Max had everything with him too. He felt the light weight of his wallet and heard the metallic clank of his phone hitting the zipper when he zipped his jacket up. He was ready to go in a minute.

They moved slowly to the exit, not gaining any attention from the rest of customers. They were all too drunk to care.

“Thank you. Have a nice night!” Oh, yeah, one barman noticed them getting up from their seats. Now the man was looking at them, in the same time making a drink for some girl that definitely was too young to be here.

And David, that doofus, had to turn around and reply, still with that charming, kind (maybe too high) voice:

“Same to you!”

Max rolled his eyes, grumbled some thanks under his nose and then opened the door for drunk David to stumble out. Because, of course, that clumsy male tripped on the doorway while exiting. Maybe it shouldn’t be so surprising as he was usually accident prone. Add dizziness ruling over his mind and well… Max should expect it.

“Can you be clumsier, David?” Max asked, not trying to sound mean. He moved forward, grabbing the red haired male under arms to steady him, before he would get a mouth full of snow.

“I try not to be, but it doesn’t… doesn’t always work.” David said, lifting his body from the half fallen position. His head swayed heavily to the side as he looked at Max, grinning from ear to ear.

It was the alcohol making Max’s heart speed up. It definitely had to be.

(It wasn’t. He knew it wasn’t the alcohol, but his stupid heart)

Max let go of David’s arms, but kept hands close in case David would want to welcome the cold, snowy ground with his face once again. His own legs weren’t in perfect condition either, but in comparison to the older man Max was an athlete on today evening.

David made three steps on the crunchy, white fluff. Three wobbly steps, before he swayed heavily and leaned on the wall.

Okay, so this was a ‘no’.

“Here, let me help you.” Max mumbled, moving closer. He grabbed David’s one arm to throw it over his own shoulder. Max’s other hand moved to David’s waist, keeping him in more over almost standing position. “You obviously can’t walk alone…”

David giggled. Giggled, of all things he could do he chose to giggle at or maybe to Max.

“See? You’re a nice guy, Max. Helping my drunk a-“ Here he hiccupped, or maybe it was just a blissful coincidence. “…butt return home.”

“Only because I don’t want you to be robbed because you fell asleep behind some dumpster.” This was only a small percent of the whole truth. He simply didn’t want to make David walk home alone when he was in such state.

It’s your fault he’s like that now – added some reasonable part of Max’s brain – you shouldn’t have asked him to go out tonight.

But now it was too late. And the worst part was that Max didn’t regret it. They had fun, they had talked a lot, they had laughed and it had looked like David had managed to forget about his problems. But the shots…

Too many to count.

Step after step they were moving forward. The fact that the road was slippery as shit wasn’t helping them maneuver. David chuckled lightly when they skated a meter or so when Max’s foot found a frozen puddle. The hot breath coming from David’s lips tickled Max’s neck, making all his hairs stand up. His heart jumped high, echoing painfully in his chest.

(David’s body was warm under his palms, taking away the coldness this world was seeping into him)

Somewhere in the middle, or at least at some part of the journey David’s rested his head on Max’s shoulder. And even though the position was awkward and uncomfortable, Max felt good in it. The peace, the soft, maybe a little bit skittish rhythm od David’s breath, The smell of David’s shampoo. The nice glint of light reflected in his red strands. The delicate hums leaving his chapped lips.

God, he wanted for this moment to stay forever. He wanted to preserve it, to close it in some kind of glass box and be able to relive it, over and over in his head later.

And too fast they were in front of David’s apartment. Or at least the building. Passing through the first door was easy – Max knew the code to them, so he put it in. The stairs… well the stairs took definitely more effort.

First few steps were easy, even with David’s uncooperative legs. Few another were more over manageable too. Problems started after the first floor.

Max wasn’t sure what it was – the darkness, the alcohol, or the mind suddenly being clouded – but David simply couldn’t walk up the stairs. And well, of course, that clumsy idiot tried. He tried. He tried hard.

And in this process he was wriggling, brushing against Max’s body, sighing exasperatedly into his ear, tickling the skin with his warm, sizzling breath. His one hand moved to Max’s shirt, clutching it tightly as he focused solely on stepping forward, not caring at all that he almost touched Max’s skin with his own lips.

Max was… Max started to float. Not in the real meaning of this word, but in... just different meaning. He could feel, sense every nerve that was touching David’s squirming body. He could feel the skin touching his own. He could hear his own heart – loud, insane – inside his ears.

Blood rushed to his cheeks.

It was a torture. A torture to his mind, heart and body.

Yeah, definitely to lower part of his body. As blood rushed there too.

However David was probably too drunk to notice.

You like that – whispered something enticingly behind his ear.

Max did. Max loved it.

But finally, finally they reached the correct floor. Max exhaled slowly though his nose as they stepped forward to the familiar door.

David fumbled with his pockets, hand clumsily trying to open one pocket. He did it after a third try, only to take out few keys. At least he picked the right one on the first try.

He tried to put the key in the lock, only to fail miserably once. Then twice, then thrice and… four times.

“Give them to me.” Max growled, without a hint of venom in his voice. He was just tired, drunk and aroused. Spending more time like this near David wasn’t a good combination.

“No, I can do it.” David stubbornly said, sticking out his tongue, closing one eye and trying one more time to put the key in the hole. And yes, failing miserably in the end.

It was frustrating.

“David…”

“I can do it.”

Max sighed. Maybe it was the alcohol taking over David’s brain, making him miss every time.

“I can’t see in the… dark good.” David murmured, stepping in front of the Max.

Max’s palm left the secure place on David’s waist. However it didn’t last long as he had to wrap his hand one more time around David to prevent him from crashing right into his own door.

“Uhm… sorry.” David mumbled, swaying back into Max’s chest. “I got dizzy.”

Max wanted to say that it wasn’t a problem. He desperately wanted to tell it, mean it and forget about it.

But the heat, the warmness of David’s body glued to his own, the leaping rhythm of David’s heart near his own, the hitched breath coming from his mouth-

(Delicious, blissful lips)

Do it…

Do it.

It was intoxicating, it was eating Max from inside, it was making all these walls he had built around himself crumble down.

He wanted it. He wanted it bad. He wanted it desperately. Every night. Every lucid or not dream. Max wanted to have David near, he wanted to taste him, he wanted to make him feel safe.

He wanted David.

No-

Do it!

The words, sentences, voices inside his head mingled. He didn’t know to which voice he should listen, what part of his body was telling the truth, what or who or which something was the most trustworthy in his current situation.

Max glanced down at David, at his neck – exposed due to David wriggling so much that his jacket slipped down. He stared at the pinkish skin, at the auburn strands sticking in weird directions, at the muscles moving passionately with David’s every try.

You want to do it.

Max wanted to do it.

Max needed to do it.

And in this one moment all voices inside his head became quiet. The world grinded to a halt. Everything was still.

David stopped fiddling with his keys when Max kissed his neck.

His body was burning.

Max was still a brat after all.

To be continued