The blaring alarm woke Max out of a dead sleep. He was yet again in a hotel room alone while they were on the road filming Catfish. Nev had chosen to stay in a separate room tonight. Sometimes MTV gave them options of the two of them sharing a room which left Max at the mercy of Nev's whirlwind moods. For one reason or another Max was shut out once again and forced to room with one of the camera guys. They had been friends long before this series had taken off and now he felt as if he were being dragged around by the U.S. by some bi-polar girlfriend. But even if Nev were crazy and hard to put up with a lot of the time, Max would follow him anywhere. Max knew that being too close, especially while they were filming and on the road was a bad idea, but the best mornings by far were the ones where he got to wake up next to Nev.
On the nights when Nev shut him out, Max had nothing but the memories of the few precious moments they had together. One memory in particular always surfaced, mainly because to Max it was the best. It was the night things had really gotten started between the two of them.
The music in the frat house was booming so loud the walls were vibrating and the place was packed. No doubt the cops would be called at some point tonight. Nev stood by the doorway that separated the kitchen from the living room and to his left was a hallway and a staircase that ascended to the rooms where the sorority sluts were banging anyone who would give them the time of day.
This was Nev's favorite place to be during parties like this. He had a good central view of all the things that were going on. Plus it was a good place to lean when you had too much hunch punch as he usually did. It's not that he didn't like to party. He could keg stand and grind on a slut like the rest of the people in the place but he had other things on his mind. Here he had also had a central view of Max.
His silver grey hair was easy to pick out in a crowd. He was slightly swaying to the music and talking to some girl. They both had bottles of Bud Light and by the stupid smiles on their faces they were apparently having a good time.
Nev shook it off and took a swig from his red plastic cup.
Why did that bother him so much? He tried to focus on other things like how ridiculous the clusterfuck in the middle of the living room looked grinding on each other. At least the two of them weren't doing that, but oh wait. She was pulling Max toward the crowd. This was Max's style. Max hated dancing like this, yet he put those hands, that Nev knew were exceptionally soft for a guy, onto her pelvic bones that were showing between her low rise jeans and her midriff. But instead of trying to pelvic thrust her through a wall like the other cave men on the floor he continued to sway with the music as he held her in those, big, muscular, arms..
Nev took another long swig and walked towards the kitchen. His cup was empty and he needed something stronger anyway. Appropriately Shots! By LMFAO came on and people were crowded around the island in the middle of the kitchen. Perfect. As Nev was handed a shot of what appeared to be whiskey, he saw a flash of silver grey and that girl shoot up the stairs. Nev threw his head back with the shot.
For a few moments he was lost in the same wonderland as the fools he had been surveying on the dance floor. By the end of the song he had taken 4 shots and the alcohol from earlier was finally hitting his bladder. The thing about having to pee when you are drunk is you go from not having a need to pee at all to an all-out emergency at the drop of a hat.
Nev pushed his way through the crowd of people to find that there was a line for the bathroom and it was backed up to the doorway of the kitchen. There was no way he could wait that long. He lunged for the banister and luckily caught it.
Somehow he managed to pull himself up the stairs by the rail to hopefully find an open room. All the bathrooms on this floor were in bedrooms. At the top of the stairs he sent up a silent prayer there would be an open room and sure enough when he looked up there it was. A door to a bedroom on the left was open and he went for it.
Though he was sure he lacked the ability to even walk, if it meant he was about to get to pee, he could run. After all he did just climb a mountain.
Somehow Nev managed to close the door behind him before bolting for the bathroom. The door wasn't locked but the light was on, which he didn't notice before the opened the door. Instead of seeing the vacant toilet he was so very much hoping to see, he saw Max, buck naked, struggling to pee with a full blown erection. As shocked as he was, this was no time to be polite. Nev hurriedly undid his pants and peed into the sink. The relief was so grand that he had to prop a hand up on the glass to keep himself standing and let out an audible sigh.
"There's nothing quite like peeing when you're drunk" said Max who had finally won his battle to pee and was turning to walk out. But on the way out Max slapped Nev's ass, which he was not expecting in the slightest. It made him jump and sprinkle piss on the mirror in front of the sink. Luckily avoiding whoever's toothbrush was just far enough out of reach. Luck was just all on Nev's side tonight wasn't it?
Nev grabbed some TP and wiped up what he could while still peeing. It was at the point he couldn't even feel it anymore and only knew it was happening by seeing it. While wiping down the mirror he looked to the right and saw that Max was slipping back into his boxers. He still had a massive erection which he was trying to hide by pulling the guy move of tucking it between his stomach and the waistband of his boxers. Even still there was at least two inches of head and about an inch of shaft peeking out. Nev was about average, or so he had been told, but there was no way he could compare to the Italian Stallion in there, which should have been a swift kick in the ego but somehow wasn't. Actually he found he had stopped peeing and his own dick was trying come out to play.
Nope nope nope. He tossed the TP and washed his hands and piss down the sink and tucked himself away before heading back out. He figured Max had went back downstairs and had just shut the door behind him. Very gentleman like. As he thought this and a smile broke across his face he was pushed/ tackled onto the bed by a very strong, yet gentle man. Had to be a man. No woman could hit like that.
Of course he knew it was Max. This is exactly how he tackled him when they play football out in front of the house. Except now Nev's arms were pinned down and Max had his weight holding him to the bed. His face was where it landed on the mattress which in its position was not good for screaming. He had a feeling that if he did either 1) no one would hear him or 2) Max would force his head down to drown it out.
Nev realized then that Max was still in nothing but his boxers and his member was not satisfied that playtime was over. Nev had never thought of anal before and he certainly never thought that it would be happening to him, especially by his best friend. But then again assault usually happens from people you know. With that thought he began to squirm. Which of course only made Max put more weight on him, pressing his hard length into the small of his back.
He also put a hand over Nev's mouth as if expecting a screaming and whispered, "You know I'm not going to hurt you, but I knew pinning you down like this was the only way you would listen to my proposition. Now I'm gonna let you roll over if you will hear me out."
Nev quieted down and Max released enough pressure for him to roll over onto his back. Nev had never wanted to hit Max in their entire friend ship but right at this moment he wanted to pop him right in the nose. But he was much too drunk to fight. At least he couldn't be anally assaulted from this position, he thought. But instead of looking at Max he stared at the ceiling. What was happening, and more importantly, what was going to happen?
