timestamp meme

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Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future after the end of the story, or sometime in the past before the story started, and I'll tell you what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future.

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Max would love to say Jon sobered up and they talked about it. He wouldn't mind saying they didn't talk about it because Jon sobered up and ran out before Max woke up.

What he gets to say is Jon sobered up and they fucked on the couch. Three times. Which wasn't at all an objectionable way to spend a morning - early afternoon, whatever - but it kind of messes with Max's idea of himself as the one who has his shit together.

Jon books it after round three - well, after some cuddling, which is awesome, because Jon is a comfy dude. He hasn't been gone ten minutes when Max hears the telltale rumble of Ryan's shitty car pulling in, so it's possible - even likely - Jon wasn't being a dick so much as avoiding an awkward situation.

Max tugs his clothes on and tries not to look like he was just fucking the hell out of Jon Walker on the couch while the guys greet his parents overhead; he just manages to get the cushions flipped before they come crashing down the stairs.

"Holy shit," Sean says, "it fucking reeks in here. No jerking off in communal band space, that definitely isn't just a van rule."

"I wasn't jerking off," Max says, and tries to keep himself from blushing too much. He hadn't even thought of that, he should've stolen one of Danielle's flowery candles or something.

"No you weren't," Ryan crows. "Your neck, dude, shit, was she a vampire?"

"He," Max corrects, without thinking; Tom was already looking at him weird, but as soon as Max said that something shifted. He definitely knows.

They jam for a while, fuck around with demos for a while, try to make sense of one of Sean's skeletons while he tries not to get disgusted with them for a while, jam some more, and then when Ryan and Sean leave Tom doesn't.

"I don't know," he says, after an awkward silence. "I feel like if I say this you're gonna think I'm not on your side, and I'm practically your brother so, y'know."

"There aren't any sides, though."

"He's a fucking mess, dude, there have to be sides."

"Dude," Max says, "I've seen every single word he's written for the past, like, six months, I think I have a pretty good idea where his head's at."

"Maybe. It's not - I trust you. I'm not sure I trust him, but don't tell him I said that. I just don't - maybe I'm being selfish. Jon makes shit messy."

"Jon's a passive-aggressive douchebag with insecurity issues up to his eyeballs and more baggage than one person can carry, I know that."

"Don't - "

"And I know the good shit, too, don't get defensive. I'm not an idiot, and I'm not a kid anymore."

Tom sighs. "I know that. And I won't - it's - be careful, okay? Not just with him."

Max can't help but smile at that; Tom, especially once he got it into his head Max and Jon were on exactly the course they turned out to be on, can be obnoxious as fuck, but he's also pretty endearing.

"I'm going to Jon's, we have shit to talk about. Want me to drop you off on the way?"

"Dude," Tom says, "no, take me with you, his face'll be priceless."

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