[ sweet baby lemur jesus, arthur. you are diminishing zoo time excellence with your straight boy panic. ]
There's a very complicated series of tests we do. [ which is a joke, but given the way max usually says jokes like he's completely serious, there's a good chance that's missed. and given arthur's track record for Getting It, it was probably missed.
but you know, maybe that's not so bad. and maybe marco's about to owe him twenty bucks. okay. we've decided on a plan. it involves max reaching out, gripping arthur by the shoulders, scooting him to move his back against the railing max had been leaning on a moment ago, looking like this is a very involved process, glancing down at the ground, looking up at the sun, shifting his arms slightly for no particular reason. it's a complicated test, arthur.
his hands go to arthur's cheeks, turning his face one way and another, like a doctor examining a patient, one hand moving to pat as his chest a moment. Then, abruptly, Max covers the small distance between them with one foot between arthur's legs, chest pressed flush to chest (and max isn't wearing a very heavy shirt today), hand on his cheek pushing back into his hair, and the other on his chest dragging down his side, and slipping behind to the small of his back. That, and, he's pressed lips firm and demanding against Arthur's, a deep and heated feel to it, though he doesn't try to part his lips at all. Hell, he's not even expecting Arthur to kiss back. More so, he's wondering if he'll shit himself. Max might consider that a victory.
When he presses a second and a third, without moving away from him, they're each softer than the last, Max faking a groan (that could sound very real) into it because he thinks he's hilarious, and pulls at Arthur's lower lip with his teeth enough to make a funny popping sound when he pulls back and releases, before stepping away completely. Max goes right back to the place he'd been on the railing, watching the lemurs swing and jump around like he hadn't just aggressively sort of made out with the straightest person he knows. ]
If you, or your body, liked it, maybe you're a little gay. If you didn't, maybe you're not. Now look at the damn lemurs.
[ goddamn, arthur. the shit you make him do. what a good friend he is. and while it's on his mind - ] And if you need to do the test again, type "gay porn" into the internet and watch whatever pops up.
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There's a very complicated series of tests we do. [ which is a joke, but given the way max usually says jokes like he's completely serious, there's a good chance that's missed. and given arthur's track record for Getting It, it was probably missed.
but you know, maybe that's not so bad. and maybe marco's about to owe him twenty bucks. okay. we've decided on a plan. it involves max reaching out, gripping arthur by the shoulders, scooting him to move his back against the railing max had been leaning on a moment ago, looking like this is a very involved process, glancing down at the ground, looking up at the sun, shifting his arms slightly for no particular reason. it's a complicated test, arthur.
his hands go to arthur's cheeks, turning his face one way and another, like a doctor examining a patient, one hand moving to pat as his chest a moment. Then, abruptly, Max covers the small distance between them with one foot between arthur's legs, chest pressed flush to chest (and max isn't wearing a very heavy shirt today), hand on his cheek pushing back into his hair, and the other on his chest dragging down his side, and slipping behind to the small of his back. That, and, he's pressed lips firm and demanding against Arthur's, a deep and heated feel to it, though he doesn't try to part his lips at all. Hell, he's not even expecting Arthur to kiss back. More so, he's wondering if he'll shit himself. Max might consider that a victory.
When he presses a second and a third, without moving away from him, they're each softer than the last, Max faking a groan (that could sound very real) into it because he thinks he's hilarious, and pulls at Arthur's lower lip with his teeth enough to make a funny popping sound when he pulls back and releases, before stepping away completely. Max goes right back to the place he'd been on the railing, watching the lemurs swing and jump around like he hadn't just aggressively sort of made out with the straightest person he knows. ]
If you, or your body, liked it, maybe you're a little gay. If you didn't, maybe you're not. Now look at the damn lemurs.
[ goddamn, arthur. the shit you make him do. what a good friend he is. and while it's on his mind - ] And if you need to do the test again, type "gay porn" into the internet and watch whatever pops up.
Or call me.