Cowboy Dreams

Cowboy Dreams 3.0

Cowboy Dreams Part 3.

They stumbled through the kitchen and onto the living room; Max pushed Charles down on the couch and straddled his lap. Charles looked up at his nephew’s swollen lips and teary eyes. An uncomfortable feeling gnawed at his stomach but the moment Max crashed his lips to Charles the feeling was gone and had been replaced by a burning desire. The older man’s tongue traced the younger man’s lower lip, making him shudder in ecstasy.

Max began grinding his hips down on Charles’ and it was as if a something clicked all of the sudden because Charles pushed Max off of him. Max pulled back, a confused look on his face and a hurt expression in his eyes. His eyes searched his uncle’s eyes for inkling to why he had been practically shoved off of him but the young man found nothing. His uncle’s eyes were expressionless as the man rubbed his lips with the back of his hand.

“I think… I think we need to talk…” Charles said, avoiding eye contact with his nephew. He tried to fight back the urge to reach out and kiss the boy again. He had been dreaming about such kiss and now it felt so right yet so wrong all at the same time.

Max stood up from his uncle’s lap and kneeled down, feeling defeated, “What do we need to talk about? It is all very clear, Charles. I love you more than a nephew should love his uncle…”

Charles rubbed the back of his head, his throbbing erection twitched at his nephew’s words. “I love you too, Max, but-“

“But you don’t love me more than an uncle should love his nephew, right?” Max bowed his head, a humorless chuckle escaping his lips as he felt his cheeks moisten once again. He continued chuckling until he was full on laughing, grabbing his sides as the laughter turned into sobs.

“Max…”

Max shook his head, finally quieting down. “I don’t want to hear it…”

Charles felt as his chest tightened painfully at the sight before him. He had never seen Max cry so much, not even when he had been a young boy and his parents had died. Max had told him when he was a little older that the reason behind his lack of crying was because he had Charles now. Charles would take care of him, ‘you told dad you would take care of me and I believed you,’ had been Max’s words.

Even when Max was teased in school because Charles was gay or because his parents were dead, Max never cried. He would respond that Batman had made it really far without his parents because Alfred had always been with him. It had made Charles laugh when Max came home that day saying he was Batman and when Charles asked if he was Robin Max shook his head, ‘you’re Alfred, uncle, because thanks to you I’m going to become the greatest superhero ever!’

Charles wiped his eyes at the memory and took a deep breath and knelt down next to his nephew. He grabbed Max’s arm and pulled the crying boy against his body and held him until the sobs came to a stop. Max shook in Charles’ arms, feeling pathetic that he had cried because of the rejection he had already seen coming. Charles rubbed Max’s back, realizing that he still didn’t have a shirt.

“What happened to your shirt?” Charles asked quietly, rocking them back and forth a bit.

Max relaxed into Charles’ chest, “I was fooling around with Marvin and then I got mad so I left without it…”

Charles’ jaw tightened at the mention of Max’s friend Marvin. He knew that Marvin and Max had something going on because he had seen them once in the basement. Marvin had been giving Max a blow job and Max had been groaning as if trying to get caught. When Charles walked in on them, he noticed what they were doing and turned around and left. The jealous feeling he had felt back then was coming back now and he tried his damn hardest to suppress it.