[Tasting Jason was nice and Max rolls the taste of him around in his mouth. He smirks and slowly licks his bottom lip enjoying the little duck of head and cheeky way the other skirts out of the house. It's cute, and Max likes cute.]
I can work with that. [He whistles softly as he moves around to the passenger's side. It's a rarity that he ever lets anyone drive his truck. Usually only when he's drunk, but he figured he'd be nice and give in this once to mend a fence he stirred up. That doesn't mean he's not gonna watch carefully as Jason pulls it into gear and drives out down the dirt road to the main and down and out to town.
It's not too far away, but it's enough for a little idle chit-chat as they go. The wild pony's a nice enough joint with a big sign announcing it to the dark as the place to go in Roswell.] Alright, I know the owner and most people in here, so I guess we should behave. [a challenge? and then a laugh.]
[ Jason't not the type to get easily flustered, but that was really something. he can definitely work with that too.
another thing about Jason is, he knows cars. he's a bigger fan of fast cars, but he'll spare freaking Max out, trying to go too fast in his truck. speed limits aren't his thing, but he sticks to them this time. it's a rare thing, but he doesn't want to fuck this up.
the bar they end up at seems pretty decent, but any bar seems that way for Jason. ]
Small town thing, huh? I'll do my best to behave.
[he's definitely smirking at that, though.]
Hell yes, let's do this.
[hopefully this place is good with his fake ID, too. ]
[If going fast would have freaked Max out, he never would have handed the keys over to someone as young and impulsive as Jason. Max was pretty ready for whatever the other wanted to throw at him for the moment. He may be a small town guy, but he's doubled down into investing into whatever this is for now and decided that giving it a try isn't gonna hurt anyone even if he gets ragged on by his siblings.
Because yes, they're already aware of what's going on, and they've gotten mental pictures of Jason and exactly how old he is-- and are teasing Max for robbing cradles, until he shuts down their telepathic link.
One of the things Max failed to mention is that he used to work here, and will probably be doing it once he gets a chance to talk to Maria. ]
What's your poison? I'm naturally a beer person, but if you want to start with some tequila shots for fun it'll get us drunk a lot quicker and I think we can have some fun doing it.
[There's no one asking for IDs, in fact, Max moves behind the bar himself and grabs the beer and bottle of tequila and sets it on the bar top for now. If they decide to move to one of the tables/booths/ or pool tables, that's their choice later. He also grabs a plate of limes and a shaker of salt.
There's most certainly a place this is going if Jason agrees.]
[It doesn't take long for max to get home to michael. His shift was only through lunch and early happy hour. It didn't break the bank, but it let him get home early. There weren't words for how wonderful it was to come home to Michael.
Until they got together, Max never thought of his home as lonely. Only those few night spent apart was it truly empty. Now, it was full and he loved coming back.
Walking through the front door, Max calls out Michael's name and moves back to the kitchen where he expects his love to be, pulling off his shirt on his way back for a quick shower before dinner (because bars will always smell like smoke, fried food and booze). ]
[Change is hard to adjust to. It's never been easy. He hasn't been staying at Max's house for that long and there are still moments where he feels out of sorts like he's jumping out of his skin waiting for the other shoe to drop or like he doesn't really belong here. He doesn't even have enough clothes to fill half the closet that still sits empty. It's not Max's fault. Max was great, better than great, he was perfect. As much as Michael tried, he wasn't going to be able to undo twenty plus years of conditioning in just a couple of weeks but he was making progress. Like this evening for example. Instead of spiraling about the shitty start to the day and taking off to feel sorry for himself, he cleaned up his mess and decided to make dinner.
He's in the kitchen when Max walks in, one of Max's old country albums playing.]
Hey, [A grin lights up his face at the sight of Max; a sight that would always be a balm to a hard day. Throwing the dish towel over his shoulder, he hooks his fingers into Max's belt loops and tugs him in for a kiss. He smells like the bar, smoke and booze but it beats smelling like sweat and mechanic grease.] I missed you.
[There's never been a time he can remember in his current memory where he's come home to something like this. A welcoming face in the kitchen, love beating at his heart and a gorgeous man walking toward him with a dish towel slung over his shoulder.
God it felt good to come home. Max doesn't even say another word, but merely melts into the kiss, sticking his hands into Michael's back pockets to pull him in even closer, matching their bodies together tightly as they make out right there. It's crazy the way his heart pounds when they pull apart. ] Damn baby. You make me want so hard. But, i'm gonna go take a cold shower. i want some of this dinner you made.
[Sure, bar and smoke might smell better, but Max loves how Michael smells so much like a fucking man when he gets home. There are days that he loves to climb into the shower with him and fuck him right then and there before he can get clean, just so he can rub Michael's raw scent all over his body. Cause fuck he was so sexy with how hard he worked and how he knew exactly how to fix every damn thing. Max was so clueless most of the time. He could do things here and there, but if it weren't for his powers, he'd be so at a loss.]
from : here [It was so hard to be gone for a day, a week will suck. It's weird how life works. One day he's swearing off emotions and feelings because they've brought him so far from where Max has wanted to be and then the next he's hastily erecting walls and drawing lines in this sand because he suddenly finds someone out of the blue he wants to care about again. It's a game of back and forth. Does he, doesn't he. How much will he find himself getting hurt this time around.
He knows that Jason's not out to hurt him, and Max can further help that by not shoving himself all over the gap. Drawing all his lines up. Max smiles. ]
No troubles, you know. We can always talk about things. I don't ever want us to get to a point where we don't talk. It's not easy, but I think it's good, I mean better if we start out trying to talk the best we can with one another.
Visiting the big city sounds fun. I've never been to New York, might as well see the sights.
[Maybe he's a little full of it, since he probably won't ever say what he's really thinking when he's thinking it. Maybe he will. Max is a dreamer, a romantic, a person with emotions, and while he's gonna work on himself, and the rational side of him-- he needs to settle both sides and make them work together-- and once he does, he'll know that it's time to head home. He's pretty sure it's gonna be a while before he can do that.]
[ The thing is, everything about this was supposed to be painless. What's the point of making it become something that is? Jason doesn't want that and he can't imagine Max does either.
He knows it's gotten deeper than that- but they don't have to drown in it. ]
Yeah, you're right. A lot of shit goes wrong when people don't talk- until it's too fucking late and then... you know. I'm just glad we can do it.
[He doesn't want to bring other things into it. He won't.]
I'll come meet you in the mornings and we can see some of those sights together. That cool?
To celebrate today being my thank god I didn't get married a year ago anniversary I'm going to give you an orgasm in every room in this house when you get home just so you know.
Taking the flowers in hand, he grins and moves to put them in a vase. His husband is the most brilliant, thoughtful and amazing person he's ever known. There are so many shades of romance in their relationship and Max will never not be grateful that they joined their lives together.
Once he finds Michael, he slides his arms around him from behind and nuzzles a long kiss onto the side of his neck. "You are so amazing, do you know that. Here I thought I was the romantic one in our relationship, and you have me beat by a landslide. The most romantic cowboy I know." Flashes of their connection burn through him, and settle warm around him like an electric blanket on a cold night. "You're my everything, you know that, right? I could never live one second of this life without you by my side."
[That makes sense. Jason's thoughtful, and he's treating Max good-- even if Max certainly tells him to go on as if everything is normal. He doesn't want to be a bother. He's merely thankful that Jason is still around for him, given everything. Sure, the time frame is different for them both, but some memories are fresh even if Max isn't sure about leaning on all of that.
There's a warm smile that creases Max's features, and tints his brown eyes. It's visible even in the dim lights of Gotham's night air.]
It's still a little hard to believe you waited. You're so fucking amazing. You didn't have to...
[It's true, Max took a leap of faith, but he was never so glad to see someone again as when he showed up here and found out that Jason hadn't moved on. He counted the steps as they went up. Sure, he thought it was only in his head, but they came out step by step. They made it. All the way to Jason's flat with a sigh. He mainly wants to lean in and wrap his arms around the other for being so sweet, but Max knows he needs to wash the gross from the bar and street off him first.]
[ Max is far from being a bother, and Jason wants him to know that. He wishes he would, but Jason's not sure that he's enough for what Max needs. He really isn't sure, but he's giving it time. He knows what Max went through was so far from easy. The hardest thing across two worlds, actually.
When Max smiles warmly at him though, he feels a little more securly about it. ]
Couldn't imagine that anyone else would even compare.
[He says quietly, leading Max up the stairs. He's slow and careful, making sure he doesn't jostle Max too much and make him puke again. He knows how shitty that feels. Once inside he locks up, stopping in the hall that separates the bedroom from the bathroom.]
It was a light mark by Max's standards. He leaned back in and lifted a brow. "That's barely a mark, my friend. It's a standard to leave behind something to remind you of the fun we're having. It'll be gone before the day's up tomorrow, and you know your shirt will hide it." He was still grinning widely, not the least bit chastised by anything that Chase could say. While he'd suggested the body shots, Chase had agreed. If the other wanted to halt it, he certainly could at any time. Max would never do anything beyond what someone was comfortable with.
They were friends, but only just. It wasn't like Max knew about his upturned engagement, anymore than Cole knew about Max's abilities. Things like that take time. Max was open about some things, but he figured that Cole liked guys well enough to do shots off of one, so he wasn't so worried about sexuality. "Pick your spot and it's all yours." Wherever it was, Max opened himself to it-- removing his flannel and setting it aside before they even got started, so even if Cole opted for his wrist it was easy enough.
“Not a lot gets to you, does it?” Cole said rhetorically as he sized the other man up. This wasn’t that much different than any of the stupid things he’d done with his frat brothers at Texas so he wasn’t ascribing any particular meaning to it. The only thought in his head was to give as good as he’d gotten so he opted to put his in the same place and knocked it back quickly, with an accompanying laugh that was warm against his friend’s neck. “Wow. That was some cheap alcohol,” he said because he was now privy to what quality spirits were and that wasn’t it.
He leaned back into the couch and eyed Max with a smile. “Still probably smarter being here with you than whatever that party was going to turn into. I’ve passed the age where stupid behavior can be written off as boys being boys.”
[Jamie doesn't bother to answer -- everything he wants to say, he'd rather say in person. He throws himself into finishing off anything that might be asked of him instead, making sure that as soon as possible after the clock strikes, he can be let off.
It's a jittery ride home, followed by a brief jog from the bus stop down the street. Jamie's a little disheveled by the time he lets himself in, work clothes in disarray from his impatient fidgeting -- tie hanging loose instead of fully undone, cuffs unbuttoned, collar half-up and half-down. He doesn't really care enough to fix it, or even to immediately go to change the way he normally would, seeking out Max instead to get his arms around him, words falling out quick and certain:] Hi. I love you.
[Standing in the kitchen with a cup of coffee in his hand, Max turns the second the door opens. He's torn between moving and staying where he is. It's always a joy to watch Jamie come through the door of their apartment. Max stopped thinking of it as his immediately after he asked Jamie to start staying there. It took a little while before Max got Jamie to realize that he meant that he wanted him there permanently, but it was still so early in their relationship that Max didn't want to say too much-- but once he realized that it wasn't too much, he was as insistent as he dared to be.
Now, there was no hesitance at all. This was their apartment, and there should never be a reason why Jamie didn't feel comfortable coming home to him.
Seeing Jamie so flushed and what looked like.. picked apart had Max changing his opinion about standing. He started to move and made it to the other side of the counter before he was in Jamie's arms, hands instantly tugging at his shirt so his fingers could rest against his lover's flesh. ]
Hey there. I love you too, so fucking much. I love you. I love you. I love you. I don't know why I was so scared to say it, but I do. I have, and I will.
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[Tasting Jason was nice and Max rolls the taste of him around in his mouth. He smirks and slowly licks his bottom lip enjoying the little duck of head and cheeky way the other skirts out of the house. It's cute, and Max likes cute.]
I can work with that. [He whistles softly as he moves around to the passenger's side. It's a rarity that he ever lets anyone drive his truck. Usually only when he's drunk, but he figured he'd be nice and give in this once to mend a fence he stirred up. That doesn't mean he's not gonna watch carefully as Jason pulls it into gear and drives out down the dirt road to the main and down and out to town.
It's not too far away, but it's enough for a little idle chit-chat as they go. The wild pony's a nice enough joint with a big sign announcing it to the dark as the place to go in Roswell.] Alright, I know the owner and most people in here, so I guess we should behave. [a challenge? and then a laugh.]
comeon. lets go get drunk.
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another thing about Jason is, he knows cars. he's a bigger fan of fast cars, but he'll spare freaking Max out, trying to go too fast in his truck. speed limits aren't his thing, but he sticks to them this time. it's a rare thing, but he doesn't want to fuck this up.
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Small town thing, huh? I'll do my best to behave.
[he's definitely smirking at that, though.]
Hell yes, let's do this.
[hopefully this place is good with his fake ID, too. ]
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Because yes, they're already aware of what's going on, and they've gotten mental pictures of Jason and exactly how old he is-- and are teasing Max for robbing cradles, until he shuts down their telepathic link.
One of the things Max failed to mention is that he used to work here, and will probably be doing it once he gets a chance to talk to Maria. ]
What's your poison? I'm naturally a beer person, but if you want to start with some tequila shots for fun it'll get us drunk a lot quicker and I think we can have some fun doing it.
[There's no one asking for IDs, in fact, Max moves behind the bar himself and grabs the beer and bottle of tequila and sets it on the bar top for now. If they decide to move to one of the tables/booths/ or pool tables, that's their choice later. He also grabs a plate of limes and a shaker of salt.
There's most certainly a place this is going if Jason agrees.]
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[It doesn't take long for max to get home to michael. His shift was only through lunch and early happy hour. It didn't break the bank, but it let him get home early. There weren't words for how wonderful it was to come home to Michael.
Until they got together, Max never thought of his home as lonely. Only those few night spent apart was it truly empty. Now, it was full and he loved coming back.
Walking through the front door, Max calls out Michael's name and moves back to the kitchen where he expects his love to be, pulling off his shirt on his way back for a quick shower before dinner (because bars will always smell like smoke, fried food and booze). ]
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He's in the kitchen when Max walks in, one of Max's old country albums playing.]
Hey, [A grin lights up his face at the sight of Max; a sight that would always be a balm to a hard day. Throwing the dish towel over his shoulder, he hooks his fingers into Max's belt loops and tugs him in for a kiss. He smells like the bar, smoke and booze but it beats smelling like sweat and mechanic grease.] I missed you.
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God it felt good to come home. Max doesn't even say another word, but merely melts into the kiss, sticking his hands into Michael's back pockets to pull him in even closer, matching their bodies together tightly as they make out right there. It's crazy the way his heart pounds when they pull apart. ] Damn baby. You make me want so hard. But, i'm gonna go take a cold shower. i want some of this dinner you made.
[Sure, bar and smoke might smell better, but Max loves how Michael smells so much like a fucking man when he gets home. There are days that he loves to climb into the shower with him and fuck him right then and there before he can get clean, just so he can rub Michael's raw scent all over his body. Cause fuck he was so sexy with how hard he worked and how he knew exactly how to fix every damn thing. Max was so clueless most of the time. He could do things here and there, but if it weren't for his powers, he'd be so at a loss.]
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I love you.
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i am working on the other tags i swear. he just has to talk to max :3
take your time. it's been a long busy day. @@ <3 so much love.
ALL the love <33
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also totally fine if you want to leave it here i just realized i hadn't replied :3
@nomorefear
[It was so hard to be gone for a day, a week will suck. It's weird how life works. One day he's swearing off emotions and feelings because they've brought him so far from where Max has wanted to be and then the next he's hastily erecting walls and drawing lines in this sand because he suddenly finds someone out of the blue he wants to care about again. It's a game of back and forth. Does he, doesn't he. How much will he find himself getting hurt this time around.
He knows that Jason's not out to hurt him, and Max can further help that by not shoving himself all over the gap. Drawing all his lines up. Max smiles. ]
No troubles, you know. We can always talk about things. I don't ever want us to get to a point where we don't talk. It's not easy, but I think it's good, I mean better if we start out trying to talk the best we can with one another.
Visiting the big city sounds fun. I've never been to New York, might as well see the sights.
[Maybe he's a little full of it, since he probably won't ever say what he's really thinking when he's thinking it. Maybe he will. Max is a dreamer, a romantic, a person with emotions, and while he's gonna work on himself, and the rational side of him-- he needs to settle both sides and make them work together-- and once he does, he'll know that it's time to head home. He's pretty sure it's gonna be a while before he can do that.]
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He knows it's gotten deeper than that- but they don't have to drown in it. ]
Yeah, you're right. A lot of shit goes wrong when people don't talk- until it's too fucking late and then... you know. I'm just glad we can do it.
[He doesn't want to bring other things into it. He won't.]
I'll come meet you in the mornings and we can see some of those sights together. That cool?
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and that's the way it should be, the way I love it and need it to be. Ruin me over and over my love.
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Yes, you sure did surprise me. The last thing I expected was for you to jump me in the desert. It was distinctly unlike you.
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Once he finds Michael, he slides his arms around him from behind and nuzzles a long kiss onto the side of his neck. "You are so amazing, do you know that. Here I thought I was the romantic one in our relationship, and you have me beat by a landslide. The most romantic cowboy I know." Flashes of their connection burn through him, and settle warm around him like an electric blanket on a cold night. "You're my everything, you know that, right? I could never live one second of this life without you by my side."
@nomorefear
[That makes sense. Jason's thoughtful, and he's treating Max good-- even if Max certainly tells him to go on as if everything is normal. He doesn't want to be a bother. He's merely thankful that Jason is still around for him, given everything. Sure, the time frame is different for them both, but some memories are fresh even if Max isn't sure about leaning on all of that.
There's a warm smile that creases Max's features, and tints his brown eyes. It's visible even in the dim lights of Gotham's night air.]
It's still a little hard to believe you waited. You're so fucking amazing. You didn't have to...
[It's true, Max took a leap of faith, but he was never so glad to see someone again as when he showed up here and found out that Jason hadn't moved on. He counted the steps as they went up. Sure, he thought it was only in his head, but they came out step by step. They made it. All the way to Jason's flat with a sigh. He mainly wants to lean in and wrap his arms around the other for being so sweet, but Max knows he needs to wash the gross from the bar and street off him first.]
Ty! ❤️
When Max smiles warmly at him though, he feels a little more securly about it. ]
Couldn't imagine that anyone else would even compare.
[He says quietly, leading Max up the stairs. He's slow and careful, making sure he doesn't jostle Max too much and make him puke again. He knows how shitty that feels. Once inside he locks up, stopping in the hall that separates the bedroom from the bathroom.]
You wanna take a bath? I'll stay with you.
❤️
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It was a light mark by Max's standards. He leaned back in and lifted a brow. "That's barely a mark, my friend. It's a standard to leave behind something to remind you of the fun we're having. It'll be gone before the day's up tomorrow, and you know your shirt will hide it." He was still grinning widely, not the least bit chastised by anything that Chase could say. While he'd suggested the body shots, Chase had agreed. If the other wanted to halt it, he certainly could at any time. Max would never do anything beyond what someone was comfortable with.
They were friends, but only just. It wasn't like Max knew about his upturned engagement, anymore than Cole knew about Max's abilities. Things like that take time. Max was open about some things, but he figured that Cole liked guys well enough to do shots off of one, so he wasn't so worried about sexuality. "Pick your spot and it's all yours." Wherever it was, Max opened himself to it-- removing his flannel and setting it aside before they even got started, so even if Cole opted for his wrist it was easy enough.
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He leaned back into the couch and eyed Max with a smile. “Still probably smarter being here with you than whatever that party was going to turn into. I’ve passed the age where stupid behavior can be written off as boys being boys.”
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[Jamie doesn't bother to answer -- everything he wants to say, he'd rather say in person. He throws himself into finishing off anything that might be asked of him instead, making sure that as soon as possible after the clock strikes, he can be let off.
It's a jittery ride home, followed by a brief jog from the bus stop down the street. Jamie's a little disheveled by the time he lets himself in, work clothes in disarray from his impatient fidgeting -- tie hanging loose instead of fully undone, cuffs unbuttoned, collar half-up and half-down. He doesn't really care enough to fix it, or even to immediately go to change the way he normally would, seeking out Max instead to get his arms around him, words falling out quick and certain:] Hi. I love you.
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Now, there was no hesitance at all. This was their apartment, and there should never be a reason why Jamie didn't feel comfortable coming home to him.
Seeing Jamie so flushed and what looked like.. picked apart had Max changing his opinion about standing. He started to move and made it to the other side of the counter before he was in Jamie's arms, hands instantly tugging at his shirt so his fingers could rest against his lover's flesh. ]
Hey there. I love you too, so fucking much. I love you. I love you. I love you. I don't know why I was so scared to say it, but I do. I have, and I will.
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