Hey, just a breif fan fic prom the POV of Tony, set before his accident.
WARNING: Contains strong language & sexual references.
It was always going to be the same, as long as they were both in his life. It was impossible to choose one over the other. Michelle was the trophy girlfriend, the girl that every wanted, and so long as Tony had her, he had the respect of every lad in college – he had power. And Maxxie was just everything that you could want in a partner, he was sexy, he was confident and he always knew how to satisfy problem – the only problem was he was a lad – but who cared, he gave good enough head to compensate. Michelle gave him power, Maxxie gave him passion, it was a lethal concoction.
Michelle had no idea about him and Maxxie, if she did she’d end it surely, but she wouldn’t find out, she was too naive for that. After all Tony had tallied up a list of conquests behind her back already, and she’d never expect him to get with a boy – especially Maxxie. At face value he and Maxxie were polar opposites, Maxxie was kind and gentle, Tony was just a ruthless *******. But the thing that attracted Maxxie to Tony was the fact that they were exactly a lot the same. He remembered what Maxxie had said “I could ever any boy I want, and I want them all”. It was this confidence, in his sex appeal, and his drive to get what he wanted that turned Tony on. Like him, Maxxie knew what he wanted and would stop at nothing to get it. It was inevitable that they would get together sooner or later.
With Maxxie it was simple, no strings attached fun – that’s what kept him coming back. They both knew where they stood, they could see other people on the side, a rule that Tony took full advantage of. Tony half expected Maxxie to pine after him, but was surprised to see Maxxie could give him a run for his money in the shag stakes. Maxxie often said he felt guilty for going behind Michelle’s back, but Tony would soon silence him with one of his mind blowing kisses that would put all the troubles of the world to bed, for a couple of hours. Of all the girl’s he’d shagged in his life, Maxxie out beat them all, maybe it was because as a man he knew what men wanted – just sex, none of that emotional ****. Maxxie and Tony had a shared passion for sex, their animal instincts were to tear their clothes off one another and go at it like rabbits. Tony never left Maxxie’s flat leaving dissatisfied.
But he couldn’t just label Michelle as another shag, she was more than that. There was something about her that kept him with her, instead of jumping from one meaningless fling to another. She was leagues above the rest, but that didn’t stop him from going behind her back every chance he got. It was probably the fact that she was absolutely devoted to him, like some kind of love school sick school girl. He thrived off the fact that no matter what he did she would always take him back, he had total power over him and could manipulate her any which way he wanted. Any argument they had would end in a steamy sex session, he had to give her some credit she knew how to wear him out, but he’d prefer an hour with Maxxie any day.
And so it was, a constant tug of war between the two. He couldn’t decide who was better, they were so different, and he couldn’t live with either of them. Both brilliant in their own ways, Tony figured that no harm was being done at the moment. They all got their fun and no one got hurt. Why couldn’t he have his cake and eat it? If anyone complained he’d just say he was helping Cassie eat her piece too.
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