Let's start with my favourite, shall we?

This is Maxxie. Say hi, Maxxie. He likes toast and boys and dancing.


Maxxie pouts a lot. But only because he knows you love it.


Maxxie's kinda gay.


I'm sorry; did I say "kinda"? I meant "as a tree full of monkeys on nitrous oxide", if I may borrow the phrase. Maxxie is the only canonly gay main character.


Although Tony does make out with him sometimes.


And Tony said he'd give him head, to cheer him up, you know, and, and Maxxie didn't mean anything, but he lost his head and then Tony gave him head and...he's really really sorry for being a slut, okay?


I really want someone to write me a Chris/Max where Chris is so high and Maxxie hasn't gotten any in ages and he's sort of debating whether or not to take advantage of a totally out of it Chris, then decides oh fuck it, he'll do it, and then there's hot druggie boysex and Chris just thinks the whole thing's hilarious and the next morning Maxxie is all slightly worried about the consequences but trying not to be because he gets annoyed by people like that, and then Chris is just so totally cool with the whole thing and maybe wants to do it again.


He can be very butch sometimes. Yes, that is a gun. No, I couldn't get a larger picture. Sorry. Gay boys with guns...mmmm.


This picture is gay and very hot but mostly it's really really funny.


Aww, poor baby. Cheer up! I didn't mean it...


There you go. Good boy. Er--bad. Whatever. Shut up and smoke attractively, kay honey? You're good at that.


Or, you know, play with Tony.
(He moved in, lips brushing where Tony's met the cigarette; Tony smirked into the kiss, around the cigarette, breathed out into Maxxie's mouth, fit his mouth against Maxxie's where they could both take a drag at the same time. If it were anyone but Tony, it wouldn't have worked. The cigarette would've dropped, or singed someone's cheek, but it was Tony and everything somehow worked. Maxxie wondered idly how Tony managed it as he felt a hand sneak under the hem of his shirt like a kid after curfew--)
Wait, what, I meant smokingisbadforyou.


He knows. But he wants his fags anyway.


Ok, yeah, you're right, bad joke. Hush.


Maxxie's sleepy. So am I, actually. It is now 1:4sodding3 am. I think we should all go snuggle and then sleep.


Maxxie agrees.

Night!