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Bloody Wrist

 

“You pompous little brat!”, shouted Tyson, “Your so damn annoying! Cant you ever just ever shut up!?”

 

“Im annoying!? Atleast im not always fishing for pity and making kissy faces at Max when he's not looking! Why are you always like this!?”, Tyson grew quiet.

 

“Fucker”

 

Daichi lunged forward to catch Tyson as he walked away. Grabbing his arm and ripping off the wristband.

 

Daichi stood in shock as Tyson stormed away.

 

* * *

 

The rain pounded. It made Tyson feel good. The heavy sheets of water made him feel small, like his pain was just a tiny little thing that was felt by the bugs. It made him feel good. Layer after layer washed over him as he stood on the grass.

 

He started to walk. His brain was off, numbed by the water sheeting off his shoulders, but his feet kept walking. He recognized the street, he was apparently going to Max's. There was light here, as aposed to the dark moonlight of the park where he'd been standing. It was ugly light. It made him wish for the cold darkness once more.

 

His footsteps slowed. `I want to go home.', Tyson heard his brain say. Stupid Daichi. The rain was letting up, it made him feel empty. He knocked three times on the painted wood of Max's door. “Why am I here?”, he asked aloud.

 

The heavy door creaked open, a smiling blonde answered him. “Tyson!?”

 

“Hey Max.”, said Tyson simply, he felt suddenly shamed, like he was begging for pity.

 

“What's going on? Why aren't you at home?”, Tyson felt like crying.

 

“Daichi and I...”, he fought back the tears welling up in his throat, “We had a fight.”

 

Max looked down. Tyson wished he knew what the blond was thinking. At last he spoke, “D'ya... Do ya want to stay the night?”

 

He nodded, silence keeping my eyes from welling.

 

Max grabbed his naked wrist. His face turned white, halfway through a step.

 

Tyson's face burned with the imprint of Max's slap.

 

“You cut yourself!?”, it was obvious that Max was fighting the urge to slap him again. “YOU CUT YOURSELF!?”, screamed Max. He wanted to feel scared, like he was going to lose a friend, but somehow he couldn't.

 

He felt himself get pushed against a wall. “How could you do this?”, said Max at almost a whisper. Tyson could feel his heart break inside him.

 

“Im sorry.”

 

“Im sorry!?”, shouted Max. “Why didn't you tell me you were having a hard time!? Do you have any idea of the heartbreak Im feeling? Seeing that you hurt yourself?', the end was just a soft whisper.

 

Tyson's legs gave from under him.

 

* * *

 

“Im sorry.”

 

Two words reached his ears as his eyes opened. Max sat at his side, his arm draped over Tyson as he stared into the rain. “I didn't mean to hurt you even more.” The lights were on aswell.

 

He cried. They cried. Tyson felt Max's arms around him as the tears and streams of `Im sorry, oh Im so sorry.' flowed from him. Max's perfect, smooth and uncut arms. His unslit wrists. All it did was bring more tears to him. “Im sorry I didn't tell you I was upset Max.”

 

Max let him go. “Its OK.”, and then a silence fell upon them. A warm silence, thought still slightly awkward. “Why did you put me in your bed? And what time is it?”

 

Max giggled at him as he pulled the covers off himself. “And why is it so cold?”

 

Max giggled again. “I put you in my bed so that I could watch over you, its about one in the morning, and your cold because I took your cloths off so you'd be comfy.”

 

Tyson dove under the covers again.

 

“Hey! Don't cover up! Do you know how long Iv been waiting to see you naked?”, shouted Max playfully. “Why?”, asked Tyson akwadly.

 

“I made a bet with Kai that my dick was bigger then yours.”, said Max simply.

 

The air in the room became so much brighter.

 

“Oh yeah!? No ones dick is bigger then mine! Im the penis king!”, shouted Tyson as he dove and started tickling his friend. “Now throw off those pants and lets see.”

 

Max blushed a bit, but started unbuttoning his pants any ways.

 

* * *

 

Daichi sat asleep in a chair as the grand fatherly figure stumbled through the door, his eyes and face puffy and red from crying.

 

His eyes burst open as the old man yelled. “What you doin' sleeping infront of the door?”

 

Daichi started to cry. “He had cuts on his arms! He cut himself grampa! And I probably caused it all!”

 

* * *

 

Tyson and Max stood nude next to each other, both secretly fighting back slowly growing erections.

 

“HA!” shouted Max, jumping excitedly, “I knew I was bigger then you. I win, I win, I win!”, he chanted as he paraded around the room. Max was a full half an inch longer.

 

“Yeah well... Im still soft! I know Il be bigger when Im hard!”, retorted Tyson bashfully.

 

“Then get hard.”, was Max's simple reply. Tyson, hating the idea of defeat, grasped his cock proudly. “Wait, I have a better idea”, said Max again.

 

The blond smiled and bent kneeled down infront of Tyson. His face was right at his crotch. “How long have you wanted to do this?”, asked Tyson, who smiled at this thought. Max was not shy this the semi-soft cock infront of him. In one foul swoop he hand the whole thing in his mouth. And that's when it started.

 

Tyson knew from his yaoi manga that this was supposed to feel good. His hand had done a mighty good job on those lonely nights when he had been able to resist the razors charm, but this was just... just... incredible.

 

Max felt his friend shiver and crumple under his own weight, so he retracted.

 

“What did you stop for?”, asked Tyson after a moment of collection. “Oh wait... yeah, Im hard now, aren't I?”, he said gloomily.

 

“Don't worry, Il do it later if you like.”, said Max, who was hard himself. Tyson's face lightened at the prospect of another blow job.

 

“OK, lets get this done before I go soft again.”, said Tyson with a toothy smile. They stood beside each other again, both with a hard cock and they were looking shamelessly at each other. They looked for a minute, trying to decide who was bigger without a ruler.

 

“HA!”, shouted Tyson. “Told ya! Im atleast an inch bigger!”

 

“Yeah, yeah, I admit, you are bigger, but I bet you cant give a good blow job, can you?”, said Max. The challenge was on.

 

Tyson gave a smirk, “Your gonna eat those words.”, he said as he bent down, head in Max's crotch, which was shining bring blonde because of his few pubic hairs. “The rules are simple. Whoever cums first loses.”

 

They both nodded.

 

It was an odd feeling, having a dick in his mouth. It smelled rather pungent and it felt smooth. The thing was so delicate. Up and down, up and down, he slid his tongue over it slow, then fast. Max's legs gave out as he came. It tasted rather salty, but kinda sweet at the same time.

 

“Forty-six seconds.”, said Max with a smile after a few seconds of panting.

 

“You weakling!”, I said brutally, “I bet Il last way longer then that.”

 

Max grinned. “Il take you bet. The winner gets to fuck the loser up the ass!”

 

“Sure!”, said Tyson, in awe of the idea.

 

So Max bent down with a grin on his face. He took a slightly more subtle route to victory, slowly sucking the tip, instead of brutally attacking it like Tyson had done. He would even stop doing anything for a few seconds, but always staying on top of it, making sure he could stay ahead of the clock. Tyson's face grew warm and almost painfully hot and he struggled formidably with his climax.

 

Tyson shouted, holding onto Max's head as he gave a dry orgasm. He stood panting, somehow staying upright with his arms laid immovably over Max's head, which pulled away slowly. “Whoa....”, sighed Tyson.

 

“That was incredible.”

 

* * *

 

Daichi felt himself sob awake. He still sat in his chair, at the door.

 

“He's not coming back, is he?”

 

* * *

 

Tyson stared at Max. Max stared at Tyson. One of them leant forward. The other accepted. They shared a kiss. It wasn't long. Or extremely passionate. But it was there. They kissed.

 

“I love you Tyson.”, came a whisper to his ears. “Please... don't hurt yourself anymore.”

 

Tyson nodded slowly. They laid in the dark for a few more minutes. “I need to go home.”

 

Max closed his eyes. “Why?”

 

“Daichi”, said Tyson quietly, but louder then a whisper. “He saw the scars. I wouldn't doubt him to have cried himself to sleep. He needs me.”

 

Max nodded, eyes closed, tears seeping out the corners. “Come back?”

 

“Soon as I can. Sooner.”, said Tyson. He pecked Max on the lips and left.

 

* * *

 

Daichi felt something~ someone wrap around him. “Im sorry.”, came a whisper to his ears. It was just his mind playing tricks on him. A painful, horrible dream eating him alive. Just his soul trying to mend itself. The smell, the sounds and the feeling on him felt so real. Like Tyson had come back from the dead.

 

He felt himself get picked up. Just a dream he told himself.

 

He could tear someone cry over him as he was carried away. Sobbing “Im sorry.”

 

He was laid down on a bed. He fell asleep, no tears this time.

 

And the blood rolled silently off Daichis wrist.

 

The End.