Max's room

Tala scowled up at him. "Hey..."

Max giggled and then began bouncing up and down on the taller boy's waist playfully.

Tala groaned. "Max! You're heavy!"

Max gasped, "That's not a very nice thing to say!" He got off Tala and turned his back to him, pouting.

Tala sighed. "Max...I didn't mean it like that. I mean you're too big to jump up and down on me. You're not bigger than average or anything. you're stick-thin."

Max blushed and giggled, "That sounded very dodgy!"

Tala frowned. "How did it?"

Max shook his head, "I'm not explaining it!" Max then led next to Tala and hugged the Russian's side.

Tala chuckled. "We should get dressed."

Max whined, "Why? I wanna stay here.." He shuffled closer to Tala's side.

Tala frowned. "Is your dad home?"

"Nope! He's off on a 'buisness trip', I'm surprised he didn't take the baby oil with him.

Tala snorted quietly. "Well your friends keep getting in somehow - and I don't want to know what kind of conclusions Tyson will jump to if he sees us."

"Mm.." Max's hand traveled down to Tala's hip and Max drew patterns between his hip and thigh.

Tala shot Max a 'look' and relaxed a little. "Come on, we should go. Besides, if Ray tells anyone they might come looking for us."

Max whined and turned away from Tala, sulking.

Tala chuckled. "You're such a kid."

Max continued to sulk, "I wanna stay here.." He whined, "It's my room.."

Tala rolled off the bed and grabbed his boxers. "Then I'll have to drag you out once I'm dressed."

"No! You'll never take me alive!" Max crawled underneath the bed covers and wrapped himself in a cocoon.

Tala smirked and got dressed before setting about unwrapping Max.

Max clung onto the bed covers trying to keep them closed. "Nooo! Never!"

Tala grinned and took hold of one end, tugging it out from under Max.

"Uhh!!" Max rolled out of his cocoon and shivered once the cold air touched his naked body. He curled into a ball.

Tala smirked and motioned to Max's clothes. He held the duvet out of Max's reach.