[Strange thing about that mistake. It really hadn't bothered Max all that much. It hurt a little, a quick smack across the face for about ten minutes. His heart had dropped and he'd wanted to run away somewhere, but then when Michael had replied again it made everything better. Max knew that Michael couldn't really have meant what he said because Michael loved him. In every sense of the word, Max knew that in his deepest of hearts, even when they said stupid things to one another, they loved each other.
Even now, with Max brooding and feeling upset that Michael had been gone so much longer than Max wanted, it was only because he was tired and wanted his lover by his side. He felt at a loss, because he wasn't able to help Michael in the way his fiance needed. Max was a fixer and always wanted to be there to help, to take away Michael's pain. This time Michael left him to deal by himself, and every time the other did that, it made Max feel inadequate.
That's the reason he was so impossibly upset. It was far more at himself than Michael. It mostly just manifested outward, even though it was an inward emotion. Feeling the warmth of Michael's hand in his immediately softens the beast roaming around in Max's head. He closes his eyes and tries to calm his emotions. Reaching out he pulls the other into him and smothers him with a kiss. This is how it should always be. He pulls off and bites at the side of Michael's neck, marking him once more as his-- staking his claim on the other man, needing to feel in control of something. ]
God damnit Michael. I could have helped with all of that. Why didn't you let me help? [He sighs, and then leans in and kisses his love again, more softly this time.] I'm glad you were able to do that. It feels good. I just feel so ... useless when you don't need me like that. I hate that feeling. I need you to need me, and I'm so terrible about it, such a fucking mess. I'm sorry. You should be able to have a day without me getting so ...
[He shakes his head and drops it to Michael's shoulder. Soon they'll be married and this won't be an issue, he hopes. Well, even if it is, he's talked about it now and maybe they'll find a compromise somewhere down the road.] I love you so fucking much.
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Even now, with Max brooding and feeling upset that Michael had been gone so much longer than Max wanted, it was only because he was tired and wanted his lover by his side. He felt at a loss, because he wasn't able to help Michael in the way his fiance needed. Max was a fixer and always wanted to be there to help, to take away Michael's pain. This time Michael left him to deal by himself, and every time the other did that, it made Max feel inadequate.
That's the reason he was so impossibly upset. It was far more at himself than Michael. It mostly just manifested outward, even though it was an inward emotion. Feeling the warmth of Michael's hand in his immediately softens the beast roaming around in Max's head. He closes his eyes and tries to calm his emotions. Reaching out he pulls the other into him and smothers him with a kiss. This is how it should always be. He pulls off and bites at the side of Michael's neck, marking him once more as his-- staking his claim on the other man, needing to feel in control of something. ]
God damnit Michael. I could have helped with all of that. Why didn't you let me help? [He sighs, and then leans in and kisses his love again, more softly this time.] I'm glad you were able to do that. It feels good. I just feel so ... useless when you don't need me like that. I hate that feeling. I need you to need me, and I'm so terrible about it, such a fucking mess. I'm sorry. You should be able to have a day without me getting so ...
[He shakes his head and drops it to Michael's shoulder. Soon they'll be married and this won't be an issue, he hopes. Well, even if it is, he's talked about it now and maybe they'll find a compromise somewhere down the road.] I love you so fucking much.