Max + Bradley = Maxley (The Fault in Our Goofiness)

by vcgardenia

Summary:

I thought that Gamma Mu Mu was a funny name so I may have added it in a few too many times. THIS IS A SATIRE OKAY I'M NOT INTO DOGS FUCKING IT'S FOR THE FANDOM I GOT A REQUEST. Am I mentally disturbed? Probably.

Chapter 1

Bradley groaned as he shamelessly fisted his cock to the thought of Max’s face. He furrowed his brows and closed his eyes as he thought about Max on his skateboard. Bradley could feel the skateboard flipping in his stomach, and it was more than enough to send him over.

He had to clean up the mess on his bathroom floor, using copious amounts of toilet paper to hide his dark secret. Bradley sighed as he deeply contemplated his reflection in the mirror. He fluffed up his hair and adjusted his shirt, I’m not good enough for him, Bradley thought. Ever since he had met Max, his mind and body yearned for him. He had distracted himself with the heaps of women that threw themselves at him, but nothing compared to the imagining of Max’s soft touch. Just thinking about it almost made Bradley cum again. He smashed his hands down onto the sink, having it almost crack under pressure. He couldn’t let this new kid distract him. He was the leader of Gamma Mu Mu, the best fraternity on campus, he had a standard to uphold.

“Hey Bradley, come down here!” Tank’s booming voice traveled across the halls of Gamma Mu Mu’s house. After one last gaze at himself, he traveled down the stairs.

He came down leisurely, it was probably some incompetent freshie who thought they had a shot at joining Gamma Mu Mu’s ranks. His heart stopped when he came to the bottom of the grand staircase. It was Max. There were evident tears in his eyes, and it took the control of every muscle to not rush to him. What had made him so upset?

“Max, what are you doing here?” Bradley attempted to come off nonchalant, but when he looked up and saw Max’s tear filled eyes, he couldn’t help but sigh of helplessness.

“Um-” Max’s voice broke as he tried to get the words out, “Can I talk to you?” Bradley lightly blushed at the thought that Max had gone to him for comfort, he had to suppress the tent that was rising in his pants.

“Yeah, of course. Tank, go ahead and resume your Gamma Mu Mu duties. I’ll be there soon.”

Tank may have given Bradley a side eye, but he wouldn’t have noticed. He was too focused on Max’s neck. There were red and purple marks, and Bradley would be lying if he said it didn’t make him boil with jealousy. It was college, these kinds of things were natural, but yet the envy of whoever had given him those marks remained.

Bradley took him to his office, where all Gamma Mu Mu matters were meant to be discussed and sorted out. Books lined the walls of the whole room, and Max couldn’t help but marvel at the grandeurs of it.

“What’s wrong Max?” Max was suddenly brought back to reality and the present situation.

“Uh… well I don’t wanna get into it too much, but let's just say the people I called my friends are lying backstabbers.” He looked ahead of Bradley through the window behind him. Tears were beginning to form in his beautiful round eyes. Bradley rushed over beside Max, desperately wanting to comfort him.

“Hey, screw them! If they don’t understand the amazing person right in front of them, that’s their loss.” Max smiled, unused to such flattering language.
“Oh come on Bradley, I’m not all that.” Bradley’s dick excitedly hopped up at the mention of his name from Max’s lips.

“You really are.” Impulsively, Bradley cupped Max’s face in his hands and kissed him. It was sloppy, needy, unlike any kiss he had ever given before. He was normally so well kept and composed, but Max had him acting like a feral dog.

The second he realized what he was doing he pulled away.

“Oh my god, Max I’m so sorry I-” He was quickly cut off by Max, who reciprocated Bradley’s previous kiss. His lips were soft, which contrasted with the roughness in which he was kissing Bradley now. Bradley felt like it was another one of his wet dreams, he couldn’t believe this was real. They were running out of breath, coming apart quickly only to come back together with twice the force.

Bradley quickly began to suck on Max’s neck, trying to make a hickey that would stay for weeks. Max was his, and he needed everyone at Gamma Mu Mu to know it. Max groaned as Bradley applied more and more pressure onto his neck, and he couldn’t help but smirk at his forwardness. Max took Bradley, and threw him onto the couch in the office.

“Take off your pants.”

“What?” Never before had Bradley been ordered to do something. He loved it. Bradley quickly did as instructed and lay down on the cushions for Max to conquer. Max quickly unzipped his pants as he climbed on top of Bradley. He lazily french kissed while he started playing with Bradley’s balls. Involuntary whines and moans escaped from Bradley lips, sounds that had never before been made because of his encounters with a woman.

He was in absolute heaven. He kept clinging onto Max’s body, begging for more from him. That’s when Max flipped him over. Before he knew it he felt a ginormous, throbbing member enter him from the back. He had never felt such a sensation before. All he could do was pant and groan as Max thrust himself inside of Bradley.

“You’re so tight.” Max grunted in between thrusts. Bradley couldn’t put together a response, only a string of indecent noises. Max chuckled, “You’re such a good little dog aren’t you?” This time Bradley spoke,

“Cum…inside of me…please.” Those were all the words Max needed to do just that.

The warm liquid inside of Bradley was freeing. He felt as if it completed a broken part of his soul, filling him up like a donut at a bakery. Max was quick to put back on his pants.

“You were so good for me Brad. You deserve a special treat.” Bradley raised an eyebrow as he sat up, unsure what Max meant. He soon figured out however once he felt Max’s plump, soft lips on his cock. He didn’t have to close his eyes to imagine him anymore, Max was real. He was right there. Bradley grabbed onto some of Max’s hair, wanting to ensure he was real and not just made up in his mind. Soft gasps came out of Bradley as Max moved his tongue around his dick. He couldn’t get enough of him. Bradley was quick to finish, too quick, but he didn’t care. Max had just sucked Bradley’s dick. That image would stay in his mind for the rest of time.

Bradley put on his clothes while Max looked around at the books on the walls.

“Are any of these books real?” Bradley chuckled,

“Nope. They're fake. Just like the whole of Gamma Mu Mu is, I’m just some sick joke to everyone nowadays.” Bradley put his head down. Max was quick to lift it up,

“Hey. You’re not a joke. To anyone. And what we have here, it’s real, Bradley.” Max knelt down next to him, “I’ve never felt this amazing before. Seriously. And I don’t want it to stop.”

Bradley grinned from ear to ear.

“Wanna get some coffee?”

“I’d love to.”

Chapter 2: Jealous

The sound of clapping echoed through the halls of Gamma Mu Mu. Bradley groaned in ecstasy as he slammed his dick into Max’s butthole. Anticipation was building in both of them as Max’s whines of pleasure increased in volume. Finally Bradley released his seed into Max’s moon, and they both took a sigh of completion. As they both began to clean up and slip back on their pants, Max sighed,

“You know we can’t keep doing this.” Max looked over to him, “We can’t keep counting on the fact that all the Gammas are out for classes.” Bradley shook his head with a smile,

“Max, Max, Max, I can take care of them. They’ll never find out!” Max looked up at Bradley, with tears in his eyes,

“Are you really that ashamed of me? What will you do if they do find out, huh? Deny it I bet.”

“That’s not what I meant Max you know-”

“No! If you want to keep seeing me you have to actually be open about it. I’m not some sex toy you can just throw in the closet when you’re done with your daily fucking.”

“Max-” Bradley’s voice cracked as he began to tear up.

“I’m leaving. Let me know when you’ve made your choice.” Max stormed out of the Gamma Mu Mu house. Leaving Bradley in a crying mess.

Bradley wasn’t ashamed of Max. He wasn’t. But he knew his father would be. From an early age Bradley Uppercrust the second had told his son, Bradley Uppercrust the third, that he must marry a lady of high status and riches to keep the prestigiousness of their name. For that reason, Bradley had always centered his romantic life around high society women. He had only ever kissed one boy before Max. His name was Antonio.

He had never allowed his urges to overtake him, but he just couldn’t help himself when it came to Antonio. He had eyes that were blue as the sea, and skin that was perfectly tanned, he was your average European. They had been locking eyes the whole night; it was Bradley Uppercrusts the second’s going away party. He always went away for ‘business’ and ‘networking’, but Bradley the third knew that wasn’t the whole truth. Bradley was drowning himself in champagne, hoping the next drink would make him feel just a little less depressed, that’s when he ran into Antonio.

Antonio had to hold him straight as Bradley wobbled from side to side, muttering apologies.

“Let’s get you somewhere a little more private.” Antonio chuckled. They entered a near empty parlor, and Antonio sat Bradley down on one of the numerous couches.

“You’re really pretty.” Bradley slurred as he leaned back. Antonio flushed, it was a pretty shade on his olive complexion,

“I don’t know if your words hold much credibility, considering your current… disposition.” Bradley smiled, and leaned into Antonio.

His lips were so soft, Bradley had to check and make sure he wasn’t kissing marble by mistake. Antonio’s warmth wrapped around Bradley, and he melted as the kiss deepened. Bradley began to slip in his tongue-

“BRADLEY UPPERCRUST THE THIRD.” Bradley whipped his head around to see the disapproving glare of his father, Bradley Uppercrust the second.

“Father I-”

“No son of mine will be caught sticking their tongue in the mouth of a faggot! Get out of my sight, both of you!” Bradley grabbed Antonio's hand and ran.

After getting out of the house, and into the street, he could hear Antonio begin to laugh,

“Dads.” Bradley turned slowly over to him,

“What’s so funny? Now my dad thinks I’m a filthy queer.”

“Well aren’t you?” Bradley shook his head,

“No. I’m not. You disgust me.” Antonio shook his head,

“Have fun trying to live your life denying that.” He walked off into the sunset, and Bradley never saw him again. Thinking back he wished he had done it all differently, but what was he to do when his entire life depended on his father’s approval.

Bradley could hear the door of Gamma Mu Mu open, his ears followed their footsteps as The Gammas made their way up the staircase.

“Hey, what are you still doing here? There’s a party at the Gamma Nu Nu sorority in an hour.” Tank came into Bradley’s bedroom with his large figure casting a shadow over him. “Are you okay? You look kind of sick.” Bradley sniffed,

“Yea..yea it’s just a cold.” Bradley tried to get past Tank but was met by his gigantic figure.

“If something’s going on, you’ll tell me.” What was normally posed as a question came out as a command.

“Yes, Tank. You know I will.”

“Good.” His stone cold face cracked, allowing the smallest of upturn in his usual frown.

Bradley was currently in a graphic tee and sweatpants, which he supposed is why Tank inquired. Both of them were Max’s. He had brought a change of clothes when he came over one night, and he never got them back. Bradley should’ve told Max, given them back, but they felt so comforting on his body. His usual silk sleepwear was softer and ‘better’ by technicality, but it wasn’t authentic. Nothing about Bradley was. He gave Max’s sweats and tee one last hug before tucking them away in the depths of his closet.

He changed into his usual crew neck and collared shirt, checking in the mirror to ensure his smile looked right. As he walked down the staircase, he brushed his hand on the banister to find dust. This fraternity had been around for over a hundred years. The position of leader seemed to go from one Uppercrust to the next, sure sometimes it was a second cousin with the last name Marblemaw, but the point still stood. He couldn’t let this fraternity or his family down. He had to stop seeing Max.

“Hey Bradley! You coming?” Tank shouted as he rushed the other boys out of Gamma Mu Mu.

“Yeah yeah,” Bradley took one last sigh, “I’m ready.”

He ran to the front of the pack, leading them to the Gamma Nu Nu sorority. It was five times the size of Gamma Mu Mu, and Bradley could hear the cacophony of noise from three blocks away. As they approached, Bradley pulled the Gammas aside,

“Remember, we’re here to have fun. But we’re also here to uphold our image. I don’t want to see anyone here dishonoring the Gamma Mu Mu name.”

“Yes sir!” One of the members joked as he saluted Bradley in jest. They quickly all dispersed to find their conquest of the evening.

Bradley made a beeline for the house. He knew who his target was. As he walked through the yard he couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the passed out losers and tripped out morons, it wasn’t even midnight and they were already too high to remember anything. When he walked in he saw her almost instantly; Fifi. Fifi was the head of Gamma Nu Nu, and she was desperately in love with Brad. Normally he wouldn’t spare her a moment of his time, but things have changed today. He had realized where his priorities must lie.

“Hey Fifi. Sweet party you got going on. Too busy to show around your favorite fraternity leader?” Fifi giggled like a stray, underfed chihuahua.

“Of course not,” she replied in her squeaky, unholy tone of voice, “Come this way.” Bradley flashed his infamous synthetic smile before following her.

“Okayyy so like over here is the kitchen. We’re playing some beer pong but with a little twist!” The only twist Bradley could see was that everyone playing was butt naked, how creative, he thought.

“We should play some of that later.” He winked at her and she immediately turned her head away to giggle like a warthog chewing on its prey.

“Let me show you the main event.” If her hand gestures didn’t kill him, it was her tone of voice. Every. Single. Word; ended with her voice going up. If this was Dante’s 9th circle of hell, he wouldn’t be at all surprised.

The next room was lit mainly by LED’s and there were a lot more couches and carpets.

“We noticed at our parties that a lot of people end up finding love! So we wanted to have a proper space for that. It took a really long time to get up and running just because the idea is so out there, but Rebecca finally got off her stingy ass and made this room!” An orgy room. Their showstopping, never before done idea was an orgy. People were making out in every corner, it was terrifying. This was a mistake. What was he doing here? Right as Bradley was about to leave, something caught his eye. It was Max.

Max’s soft pupils were gazing upon an unidentifiable redhead, whom Bradley had never seen in his life. Even from the back he didn’t like the look of her. Her hair frizzed up at the ends, she had chunky and artificial streaks of blonde hidden in her waves, her back was hunched; but mostly, he didn’t like the fact that Max was looking at her. His Max.

Overcome by jealousy, Bradley grabbed Fifi,

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“Just shut up and kiss me before I change my mind.” This kiss was forceful, lacking any passion. Throughout, Bradley kept glancing at Max, hoping he would catch a glimpse of how well he was doing without him. Fifi was a sloppy and dreadful kisser. She really was. Bradley got distracted by the alien movements of her tongue, it was as if she was trying to speak the name of Cthulu. When he finally got out of that tongue tied mess, Max was looking at him.

His eyes were hurt. Tears were welling up in them and immediately Bradley started going towards him. How could he have been so petty? So stupid? Fifi was whining about something with him being a tease, but Bradley couldn’t have given two shits. Max was more agile than Bradley, and he was able to get out of the room with a sprint. Bradley wasn’t too far behind, having to maneuver his way around the imbeciles that overcrowded Gamma Nu Nu. He had to catch up to him. Once Max got out of the house, he turned off his brain and turned on his legs. He didn’t have any direction in mind, he just had to get away from this. From all of this. Bradley was falling over himself with the speed at which he was moving, he had to talk to him.
“Max! Please wait!” It was nighttime outside, the moon was a thin crescent. It wasn’t very bright but all the street lamps on the road they were running on greatly compensated for that. Bradley couldn’t let him go, he couldn’t stop running. He ended up running right into Max.

They were both on the hard asphalt road now; looking at each other with different looks of grief. Max started to get up so he could run again, but was stopped by Bradley’s firm grip.

“Please. Let’s talk.”

“What is there to talk about? You made your decision didn’t you? You let me know very clearly what you had chosen.”

“I didn’t though.” Max rolled his eyes at Bradley and continued getting up. “I saw you with that girl and I… I overreacted. I’m sorry.”
“Too late for sorry Brad. Have you made your choice or not?”

“I choose you!” Max stopped what he was doing. “I will always choose you Max. You are the most beautiful, amazing thing that has ever happened to me. I will choose you over any of those ass wagons every day of my life but- I need time.” Bradley searched for his words, “My family… isn’t exactly open to relationships of our sort. I just- well I don’t know how I’m going to handle them yet. But I will if it means we can be together Max.” Max was beaming, tears brimming his eyes from a mixture of previous sadness and current elatedness.

“I’m so sorry Bradley. I was so brash with what I said. The moment after I said it I regretted it, but I couldn’t take it back after I stormed out. Oh god please forgive me Bradley.” At this point he was really crying, with his face buried in his hands.

Bradley tilted his head, he was crying too. They were both crying and he couldn’t give a damn in the world what other people thought. Bradley softly wrapped himself around Max’s collapsed figure, he wanted Max to know he was safe. Together they cried. They cried for what seemed like hours, embracing each other and never faulting in their support, they would have cried for hours more if time had allowed it; but eventually the tears ran out.

Max and Bradley stood up together. Their bodies were sore from the uncomfortable ground, but when Bradley took Max’s hand, none of it mattered. They walked off together in the sunrise, joyous of a new day.