"We can't have a row," Tony looked him in the eye. "I won't have it."
"For fuck's sake, I just kissed you." Maxxie squinted. "What's the matter with you?"
"You're so tense." Tony told him.
"You are such a shit, Tony." Maxxie turned away. "What next? You'll tell me my balls are little off, is that it?" Maxxie's eyes lit.
"Jesus, no, Maxxie." Tony scowled.
"What? Are you telling me you're scared."
"Scared of what?" Tony looked at him as if he hadn't a complaint to complain about.
"You know what! Me fuck'n you." Maxxie glared.
Tony couldn't quite muster up a smile about it.
Maxxie rolled his eyes. He did his little dance stumble that wasn't making him happy at all, right now and he rolled up on his side of bed, hugging himself.
He stayed so quietly that way as if he'd been defeated, somehow. As if they could never be equals.
"Well, you aren't actually getting me in the mood, now are you?" Tony whispered in Maxxie's ear.
"What does it matter?" Maxxie said coldly. "You always win. Always."
"Don't say that. Its not true." Tony leaned his back against Maxxie. They were fully clothed.
"You think I'm a loser." Maxxie was in a bad mood.
"You think I'm just a wanker." Tony reminded him.
There was a moment of silence. Maxxie thought he heard Tony crying. He turned around instantly to Tony who was there to meet him.
Maxxie put his fingers around Tony's face. He wiped the tears away with his thumbs.
"And all this time I thought you were just slut," Maxxie told him.
"But what are you?"
Maxxie didn't answer. He Frenched Tony very slowly. Maxxie was beginning to sense this was one of those things you didn't talk about. You let it go where ever it might lead. Just maybe he did have more guts than Tony, after all.