[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.]
[All Max sees is that Jason is the only one that could ever see him, and ever not judge him like this. At home he'd get dumped on his couch and left to suffer. No one there would understand the depths that he'd been through, or what it was like to hurt and be hurt by those around even if he was trying to do good. He did good. He was the savior. Now he has to come back and live. He knows that Oasis will go on, and that's a good thing too. It's a thing he will need to learn to focus on as well.
Jason's eyes always give Max hope, that and his touch is soft.
Looking at jason when he suggests the bath, Max smiles a little more.]
Now I think you were in my mind, reading it. I know I need this stink off me, and yeah, thank you for thinking that by the way. You are the only one I thought about while I was there you know. I wanted to get back to you. I wonder if I can teach you how to read minds... [He laughs]
[ Jason understands. He's been there too- helping and hurting, the depth of it all. How he's trying to do better now, and all the guilt that comes along with it. He wants to live now too, and if he gets to be with Max while doing it, all the better.
He doesn't deserve to have a good life, he knows that too- but Max came back to him. Wants him, he hopes. Jason wants him too. ]
I always want the same after a long, rough night. You can try to teach me if you want, but- I think I'm good with just trying to read yours.
[He laughs a little, leading them to the bathroom. He flicks the light on and leans Max against the sink, moving in close to him to make sure he's steady. Once he is, Jason starts slowly unbuttoning Max's shirt.]
I'm glad you came back to me. Is this ok? Undressing you, I mean.
[There's a lot of things that Max wants that he's not sure how to reach right now, or if he should reach for it. They had a great time when they were together last, but that was how they left it and even if they said they'd wait, there was a lot of things that needed to take time. They've got that now and so with the healing Max is doing, it's probably best that Jason ... well, Max doesn't know.
He doesn't want to give up or let go. He knows at least that much, but he feels guilty for it somehow. ]
Maybe we'll take it slow. I don't ever want to do stupid things and overwhelm you, or make you feel uncomfortable around me. You know. You are already going beyond what you need to do.
[Max doesn't even think twice about Jason undressing him. It feels right. They've been here before. It was different, desperate and amazing, but it's still nice.]
It's fine. I like it when you ... undress me. Are you going to get in with me?
[ It's true- this is still so very new and maybe it won't work like it did before. Jason knows that this is his real life that now Max gets to see- not a vacation rental where things weren't quite as difficult. He knows that this could be very different all around.
He's willing to try anyway because it's worth it. ]
Slow is good. I like slow. It gives us time to figure it all out. You're not overwhelming me though, alright? I'll be honest with you if anything's ever too much.
[He can try and be honest as much as he can be. Feelings, emotions, they're still hard for him, but he'll try. He keeps undressing Max, button by button, then pushes his jacket off, along with his shirt.]
If you want me too, I'd like to.
[Jason lets his fingers slide along Max's collar.]
I'm gonna get the water running nice and warm, alright? Stay leaned against the sink.
[He lets his fingers linger a moment longer before he goes and does that, making sure the water will be nice for them to sink into.]
[Real lives are hardly ever as great as vacation rentals. How can they be. Nothing is quite as idyllic as sitting there looking out at the ocean, or having sex on grand king sized bed. He and Jason started on very different terms, but they made a foundation somehow. Max doesn't even know what he did to deserve this anymore-- some of the memories have faded, but he hopes that he might be able to recreate some of the memory drug. It would take a trip back to Roswell though.
He's not ready for that. Until then, he's going to recreate what he can here. There's still a background of trust that hasn't faded, and he knows that Jason is there, and he wants to find it again. It's all worth it. He knows that it is. Look at this, look at him. The alcohol makes everything harder. He probably will recall a lot more in the morning.
One thing that hasn't changed-- Max is having troubles taking his eyes from Jason. He smiles and nods.]
I can stand straight. I'm pretty sure. Alcohol will kick my ass for a while, but I metabolize it quicker, I think. Thanks for this, again. I feel like that's all I'm going to be saying tonight
[There's a furrow in his brow when Max moves forward and still feels his head spin. It frustrates him that he had that much to drink. He knows how to go overboard, and then there's this. Watching Jason closely, Max reaches out when the water's finally filling the tub.]
[ Jason's not used to making any kind of foundation, so this is different. He wants one though, somehow, with Max. He knows this is going to be hard, but what in Jason's life hasn't been hard. It's all been hard and painful and destructive. This- it may be hard, but it's good.
He smiles at Max too, glad when it feels like he really can stand straighter on his own. While he's at it, he grabs some nailpolish remover from the sink and hands it over, if Max needs it. ]
You don't have to keep saying thank you, you know. I'm doing this cause I want to. But- thanks for appreciating it.
[Because people don't often say thank you to Jason either, and it's nice. He makes sure the water is running at a good temperature before he turns back to Max, reaching out when he moves forward.]
[It might be hard, but one of the things that Max doesn't expect it to be is destructive. They weren't together long, but they worked at things when they were he recalls and they didn't do horribly at it. This is the real life part and they have more things to share with one another that's gonna be tough.
A lot more of those when the rubber meets the road moments.
This is the first time since being together before that Max has seen Jason, and that Jason has seen max. Max has scars across his body now. The weapons on their world are different and can't always be healed. Most of them were healed by the healers they have, but there's one on his hip that they couldn't fix, one on his back and a small one on his shoulder.
His stomach knots up a little, when he reaches for the edges of Jason's shirt. He can recall the marks, and scars, how beautiful he was, how beautiful Max knows he'll still be. His heart picks up against his chest as he removes Jason's shirt.]
You've always been so beautiful. I remember this part.
[Max is slow to do the rest, and he lets Jason do the same before the water is set and he climbs into the back of the tub. The bottle of acetone helped tremendously, and Max can feel his body renewing as they sit there. He reaches out his hand once more, not saying a word.]
[ Jason doesn't know if he can be anything destructive, but he's been working on it. Trying to figure it out. He's always been very aware of himself, but in the past he focused so much on his faults, on the things he did wrong, on trying to prove himself to everyone. Now he's trying to be aware in different ways, and he hopes it leaves him ready to be with someone like Max. Someone who deserves all the care in the world.
They haven't seen each other fully, but Jason is looking forward to it. Even with the scars, Max is beautiful. He's used to scars anyway- he has his own fair share, new ones and old as well. He doesn't mind them. They all tell a story of survival.
Jason smiles, ducking his head a little as he watches Max. The slowness is nice. They're in no rush to rediscover each other. They have time now, the two of them just here together. ]
You are too. Even more beautiful than I remember.
[It's been longer for Max- which is still hard for Jason to comprehend- but its evident on the changes in his body. Jason likes it. He climbs into the tub with Max, facing him, letting his legs tangle with Max's a little. It's not a big tub, but they fit.]
[Survival. They've both survived battles, major ones now on each their sides-- not that Max knows about Jason's. He knows some about how Jason grew up, but not a whole lot. He remembers little bits here and there from their time before. It's coming back to him in fits and starts. Mainly he remembers how they couldn't say goodbye. That they needed one enough to stick around and for Max to get a place in the area so that he could be near for as long as he could.
He knows that Jason is the one that gave him the strength of mind to finish putting back together the pieces of himself he'd been missing so that he could make the journey and do what he had to do. It had all come back in a huge rush when he first saw Jason, but then faded away. Max knows that he's got some blocks put in place for self-preservation.
If his all powerful sister were around, she'd sneak up there and take a peek. She'd knock loose his cobwebs and force him to deal with everything, but he figures at this pace, the alien brain is gonna do what it's gonna do. Right now, he's happy to be sitting in this bath across from Jason.
His legs are a little folded up, even if they're laying along Jason's. If he'd stretch out, he'd be all wrapped around the other male, and Max isn't sure how strong they are right now physically and he doesn't want to take advantage of that. It's still a fucking miracle to see him sitting there, so beautiful, as fucking stunning as the day he left him.
Biting his lip, Max swallows down the instant temptation. It's been a long time, but he's not gonna go taking advantage like that.]
It's a lot better. Between the polish, this and looking at you, I think i'm a new Max. I mean, if undressing you wasn't enough to sober a person, I don't know what is.
[ Jason remembers all of that too. He remembers how tightly Max wound around his heart and he didn't want to let go. It was the first time in a long time he let himself feel something like that again. He remembers how hard it was to let go.
And how happy he was when he realized he didn't have to.
He smiles as Max seems to relax into the water, and he hopes this helps even just a little of the turmoil inside of him. Jason isn't sure how to help the rest of it, but he'll do what he can. ]
I'm glad my nakedness is healing.
[He laughs softly, then grabs the soap and slides in closer, bringing a knee up so he can slot between Max's legs, still facing him. He wets the soap, then lathers it up in his hands and starts to move them across Max's chest- nice and slow circles.]
And hey, new or old, as long as your my Max, it's all good.
[Watching Jason's moments, Max doesn't really have the words to respond immedately. Normally, he's the one who has a way with weaving words together to move someone, or to paint a picture inside their head based on the emotions he's always felt in his heart. He did love to write things with romantic twists to them. It was how he understood life, through the eyes of all his favorite novelists and poets.
Even now he could look at Jason and see the untold beauty there, the things that he remembered now that he saw back then. The things that the other man couldn't see for himself. They were even more pronounced in how gentle he was, how kind to Max.
Inhaling, Max smiled softly and leaned back his head.]
You're incredibly healing. You always have been. I remember that now. I was broken when I got here, and you put me together.
[Lifting his head, he placed his hand over the wrist that moved in slow concentric motions along his chest. It felt so good to be touched again. It was like he'd never been touched before.]
I'll always be your Max, but be slow, because it's been a long time since I've been touched and I don't want to do anything that might push things between us. Not that I mind it. I like it. It feels like you're slowly waking me up from a deep sleep.
[ He can see the way Max is looking at him, like he's trying to take it all in and relearn. Max is different, and Jason wants to relearn him as well, but he knows things still need to settle. It must be jarring, being back here, and Jason wonders if he's enough to ground Max, but he also knows that's up to Max to decide, and he has to let his thoughts of not being good enough go. ]
I've never been known to put anything together, so- I'm really glad I could help. That I could be here with you.
[Jason keeps it slow, watching Max's face as he places his hand over his. He can feel how slow Max wants this. How slow he needs everything to go. It's alright, because while Jason is fast everywhere else, this is the one place where he can absolutely go slow. It's important.]
You're not pushing anything, Max. Don't worry. Just let me know if it's too much, or overwhelming. I don't wanna push things either. I wanna do this at whatever pace you need.
[Suds slide down his body and things slowly slip into his memory. He recalls words that were similar when they were together, about not putting things together or being -- something, Max remembers that Jason was hesitant, and Max was the one that pushed it all. Max was the one that used his handprint that first night. He recalls feeling such a strong bond that he reached out and shoved power into this young man. Now he can't even imagine something like that.
It was so immature, and human of him. He was so locked in his emotions then. A part of Max wants to go back and feel all that passion, to live with that sort of unyielding belief in life. Then he looks at Jason and all he knows is that he wants more. It's a double standard he feels. It's a fight within himself.
Lifting his hand, he draws it down Jason's face and watches the water fall from his arm. ]
I want it all. You're not too much. You're wonderful. You make me feel alive in ways I didn't remember I could. It's hard to trust it, but I want to remember ... I don't want to be the person I was before though, that human. I'm not him. I'll never take you too far, too fast.
[ Jason remembers too. That could've been the end with them- it felt like such a violation, especially because they were so new. There had been a deep connection despite Max's powers though. Jason was upset, but he still felt like there was something more. He still feels it now, even with things being just slightly off from before. But god, he feels just as connected.
He works his hands up along Max's chest, to his shoulders, smiling softly when Max reaches out to touch him. It's rare that he has quiet moments like this in his life. Even with the turmoil of earlier tonight, things feel peaceful here with Max.
There's all of life going on out there, but then there's this. The two of them just being able to be with each other. ]
I liked that human. I like this human too. I know so much happened to you that I can't even begin to understand- and all the years, but- your heart. You're still you, and I wanna get to know the rest, whoever you are now.
[It had been all encompassing then. Max remembers being completely intimidated by Jason in almost every manner. He might have been a powerful alien, but he'd never been with another person who made him burn like Jason did that night. He'd chased and been chased, and there were no doubts between them after the first time their lips met. There was an inferno that wrote novels and placed them into their spots in the chilly sky above the New Jersey shore. Max imagines that there are still a few stars that rotate the galaxy and sing of the ardor that was released between them.
Maybe he'd been overtaken by the pen that wrote with his heart's blood, but he had to shake his head. He had such heart. Now where was it. He could look at Jason and remember it, recall the yearning to throw him against a wall and never let their lips part and yet here he sat in a tub, quietly allowing Jason to run a washcloth across his body. Had Max become a dried up man, who couldn't see the body that he'd lusted over so passionately, the one that he knew even now he had no right to.
Perhaps Max's softer figure had grown thinner and harder in most places than it had been before when they were last together. Max was built differently now. He was built from what he'd experienced. He would keep working, and fighting to try and stay the man he was, but he also had to reconnect with who he had been. Jason was that bridge. He could see it in those eyes.
There's this. Leaning forward, Max closes his eyes and tries to remember. He stops the hand that cleans him and touches their lips together again. He knows how it felt not long ago, but he wants this now, now that he's settling back in.]
"Jason..."
[He whispers, and slides up so their bodies are close. They can't come together, but he can feel the brush of legs against chests. He doesn't even try for soft, but he dives in-- he recalls what it was to taste the layers of Jason's mouth, to need to drink him down desperately. So Max kisses him like he wants to be kissed to see if he can bring back the electricity to his skin. ]
[ Jason was intimidated by Max too, in a different kind of way. He thought he was done sharing himself, his heart, his life. So much had happened, and he had been so used, so burned. The world hated him now and everyone's backs felt turned to him. It was better to stay closed off and just deal with himself. He had to learn how to just be ok with himself.
But then there was Max, and something opened up inside of him again. He knows how quick he falls for people, but even then it was different. Not something fleeting. In Max's eyes, Jason could tell he wanted to stay. Seeing him there at that airport for the first time in months (years for Max, he can't believe it) he felt himself opening up yet again, despite how cautious he felt like he had become once again.
And now- now he's struggling a little, but he's trying. Max is different than he used to be, but he's still Max. He still looks at him with those eyes, even if it's harder to reconnect.
When Max leans forward, Jason does too. He presses his lips against Max's because he wants to, because this is how to reconnect, isn't it? He moves his arms around Max's shoulder when he slides even closer, and then things no longer feel all that slow. That's okay too, Max is figuring things out, and Jason's been longing for this kiss. He kisses back this time as well, lips parting to let Max in and taste him. His hand pushes up into Max's hair to hold him just a little closer as he indulges in this kiss. ]
[It's obviously the feel of those perfectly made lips against his own that come back first. No matter how hard or soft the kiss is, Max will never forget how they fell against his own mouth. There's a twitch inside him, a still small flame of light that flickers and ignites. He can feel the well of emotion slowly begin to cling to a heart he thought had slowed to barely beating.
The tub is small, and Jason isn't close enough. Moving the way he's siting, Max pulls Jason across the water so that he has Jason closer still. Soon, either Max is going to have to kneel, or Jason will have to come at a different position and wrap his body around Max, if there's even room for that in this small space. Wanting to taste Jason even further, Max swipes his tongue more clearly through every angle and across every surface leaving nothing unexplored.
The alien combs through a set of unruly curls with one set of fingers, and uses another to thumb over a peaked nipple. This is a part of what he remembers. It's a part of what he can recall that brought them together in the first place. Nipping lightly at Jason's lip, he pulls back. Eyes searching Jason's frantically to make sure it's okay, and that it feels good-- because Max is finally beginning to feel for the first time in a long time. ]
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Date: 2024-04-06 09:26 pm (UTC)[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! ❤️
Date: 2024-04-06 09:43 pm (UTC)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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Date: 2024-04-06 11:50 pm (UTC)Jason's eyes always give Max hope, that and his touch is soft.
Looking at jason when he suggests the bath, Max smiles a little more.]
Now I think you were in my mind, reading it. I know I need this stink off me, and yeah, thank you for thinking that by the way. You are the only one I thought about while I was there you know. I wanted to get back to you. I wonder if I can teach you how to read minds... [He laughs]
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Date: 2024-04-07 12:05 am (UTC)He doesn't deserve to have a good life, he knows that too- but Max came back to him. Wants him, he hopes. Jason wants him too. ]
I always want the same after a long, rough night. You can try to teach me if you want, but- I think I'm good with just trying to read yours.
[He laughs a little, leading them to the bathroom. He flicks the light on and leans Max against the sink, moving in close to him to make sure he's steady. Once he is, Jason starts slowly unbuttoning Max's shirt.]
I'm glad you came back to me. Is this ok? Undressing you, I mean.
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Date: 2024-04-07 01:01 am (UTC)He doesn't want to give up or let go. He knows at least that much, but he feels guilty for it somehow. ]
Maybe we'll take it slow. I don't ever want to do stupid things and overwhelm you, or make you feel uncomfortable around me. You know. You are already going beyond what you need to do.
[Max doesn't even think twice about Jason undressing him. It feels right. They've been here before. It was different, desperate and amazing, but it's still nice.]
It's fine. I like it when you ... undress me. Are you going to get in with me?
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Date: 2024-04-07 01:22 am (UTC)He's willing to try anyway because it's worth it. ]
Slow is good. I like slow. It gives us time to figure it all out. You're not overwhelming me though, alright? I'll be honest with you if anything's ever too much.
[He can try and be honest as much as he can be. Feelings, emotions, they're still hard for him, but he'll try. He keeps undressing Max, button by button, then pushes his jacket off, along with his shirt.]
If you want me too, I'd like to.
[Jason lets his fingers slide along Max's collar.]
I'm gonna get the water running nice and warm, alright? Stay leaned against the sink.
[He lets his fingers linger a moment longer before he goes and does that, making sure the water will be nice for them to sink into.]
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Date: 2024-04-07 02:17 am (UTC)He's not ready for that. Until then, he's going to recreate what he can here. There's still a background of trust that hasn't faded, and he knows that Jason is there, and he wants to find it again. It's all worth it. He knows that it is. Look at this, look at him. The alcohol makes everything harder. He probably will recall a lot more in the morning.
One thing that hasn't changed-- Max is having troubles taking his eyes from Jason. He smiles and nods.]
I can stand straight. I'm pretty sure. Alcohol will kick my ass for a while, but I metabolize it quicker, I think. Thanks for this, again. I feel like that's all I'm going to be saying tonight
[There's a furrow in his brow when Max moves forward and still feels his head spin. It frustrates him that he had that much to drink. He knows how to go overboard, and then there's this. Watching Jason closely, Max reaches out when the water's finally filling the tub.]
Can I... May I undress you?
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Date: 2024-04-07 02:58 am (UTC)He smiles at Max too, glad when it feels like he really can stand straighter on his own. While he's at it, he grabs some nailpolish remover from the sink and hands it over, if Max needs it. ]
You don't have to keep saying thank you, you know. I'm doing this cause I want to. But- thanks for appreciating it.
[Because people don't often say thank you to Jason either, and it's nice. He makes sure the water is running at a good temperature before he turns back to Max, reaching out when he moves forward.]
Yeah. You absolutely can.
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Date: 2024-04-07 03:48 am (UTC)A lot more of those when the rubber meets the road moments.
This is the first time since being together before that Max has seen Jason, and that Jason has seen max. Max has scars across his body now. The weapons on their world are different and can't always be healed. Most of them were healed by the healers they have, but there's one on his hip that they couldn't fix, one on his back and a small one on his shoulder.
His stomach knots up a little, when he reaches for the edges of Jason's shirt. He can recall the marks, and scars, how beautiful he was, how beautiful Max knows he'll still be. His heart picks up against his chest as he removes Jason's shirt.]
You've always been so beautiful. I remember this part.
[Max is slow to do the rest, and he lets Jason do the same before the water is set and he climbs into the back of the tub. The bottle of acetone helped tremendously, and Max can feel his body renewing as they sit there. He reaches out his hand once more, not saying a word.]
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Date: 2024-04-07 06:54 pm (UTC)They haven't seen each other fully, but Jason is looking forward to it. Even with the scars, Max is beautiful. He's used to scars anyway- he has his own fair share, new ones and old as well. He doesn't mind them. They all tell a story of survival.
Jason smiles, ducking his head a little as he watches Max. The slowness is nice. They're in no rush to rediscover each other. They have time now, the two of them just here together. ]
You are too. Even more beautiful than I remember.
[It's been longer for Max- which is still hard for Jason to comprehend- but its evident on the changes in his body. Jason likes it. He climbs into the tub with Max, facing him, letting his legs tangle with Max's a little. It's not a big tub, but they fit.]
Better, right? This always helps.
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Date: 2024-04-07 07:16 pm (UTC)He knows that Jason is the one that gave him the strength of mind to finish putting back together the pieces of himself he'd been missing so that he could make the journey and do what he had to do. It had all come back in a huge rush when he first saw Jason, but then faded away. Max knows that he's got some blocks put in place for self-preservation.
If his all powerful sister were around, she'd sneak up there and take a peek. She'd knock loose his cobwebs and force him to deal with everything, but he figures at this pace, the alien brain is gonna do what it's gonna do. Right now, he's happy to be sitting in this bath across from Jason.
His legs are a little folded up, even if they're laying along Jason's. If he'd stretch out, he'd be all wrapped around the other male, and Max isn't sure how strong they are right now physically and he doesn't want to take advantage of that. It's still a fucking miracle to see him sitting there, so beautiful, as fucking stunning as the day he left him.
Biting his lip, Max swallows down the instant temptation. It's been a long time, but he's not gonna go taking advantage like that.]
It's a lot better. Between the polish, this and looking at you, I think i'm a new Max. I mean, if undressing you wasn't enough to sober a person, I don't know what is.
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Date: 2024-04-07 07:38 pm (UTC)And how happy he was when he realized he didn't have to.
He smiles as Max seems to relax into the water, and he hopes this helps even just a little of the turmoil inside of him. Jason isn't sure how to help the rest of it, but he'll do what he can. ]
I'm glad my nakedness is healing.
[He laughs softly, then grabs the soap and slides in closer, bringing a knee up so he can slot between Max's legs, still facing him. He wets the soap, then lathers it up in his hands and starts to move them across Max's chest- nice and slow circles.]
And hey, new or old, as long as your my Max, it's all good.
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Date: 2024-04-07 08:34 pm (UTC)Even now he could look at Jason and see the untold beauty there, the things that he remembered now that he saw back then. The things that the other man couldn't see for himself. They were even more pronounced in how gentle he was, how kind to Max.
Inhaling, Max smiled softly and leaned back his head.]
You're incredibly healing. You always have been. I remember that now. I was broken when I got here, and you put me together.
[Lifting his head, he placed his hand over the wrist that moved in slow concentric motions along his chest. It felt so good to be touched again. It was like he'd never been touched before.]
I'll always be your Max, but be slow, because it's been a long time since I've been touched and I don't want to do anything that might push things between us. Not that I mind it. I like it. It feels like you're slowly waking me up from a deep sleep.
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Date: 2024-04-07 08:48 pm (UTC)I've never been known to put anything together, so- I'm really glad I could help. That I could be here with you.
[Jason keeps it slow, watching Max's face as he places his hand over his. He can feel how slow Max wants this. How slow he needs everything to go. It's alright, because while Jason is fast everywhere else, this is the one place where he can absolutely go slow. It's important.]
You're not pushing anything, Max. Don't worry. Just let me know if it's too much, or overwhelming. I don't wanna push things either. I wanna do this at whatever pace you need.
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Date: 2024-04-08 12:55 am (UTC)It was so immature, and human of him. He was so locked in his emotions then. A part of Max wants to go back and feel all that passion, to live with that sort of unyielding belief in life. Then he looks at Jason and all he knows is that he wants more. It's a double standard he feels. It's a fight within himself.
Lifting his hand, he draws it down Jason's face and watches the water fall from his arm. ]
I want it all. You're not too much. You're wonderful. You make me feel alive in ways I didn't remember I could. It's hard to trust it, but I want to remember ... I don't want to be the person I was before though, that human. I'm not him. I'll never take you too far, too fast.
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Date: 2024-04-08 05:21 pm (UTC)He works his hands up along Max's chest, to his shoulders, smiling softly when Max reaches out to touch him. It's rare that he has quiet moments like this in his life. Even with the turmoil of earlier tonight, things feel peaceful here with Max.
There's all of life going on out there, but then there's this. The two of them just being able to be with each other. ]
I liked that human. I like this human too. I know so much happened to you that I can't even begin to understand- and all the years, but- your heart. You're still you, and I wanna get to know the rest, whoever you are now.
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Date: 2024-04-08 11:05 pm (UTC)Maybe he'd been overtaken by the pen that wrote with his heart's blood, but he had to shake his head. He had such heart. Now where was it. He could look at Jason and remember it, recall the yearning to throw him against a wall and never let their lips part and yet here he sat in a tub, quietly allowing Jason to run a washcloth across his body. Had Max become a dried up man, who couldn't see the body that he'd lusted over so passionately, the one that he knew even now he had no right to.
Perhaps Max's softer figure had grown thinner and harder in most places than it had been before when they were last together. Max was built differently now. He was built from what he'd experienced. He would keep working, and fighting to try and stay the man he was, but he also had to reconnect with who he had been. Jason was that bridge. He could see it in those eyes.
There's this. Leaning forward, Max closes his eyes and tries to remember. He stops the hand that cleans him and touches their lips together again. He knows how it felt not long ago, but he wants this now, now that he's settling back in.]
"Jason..."
[He whispers, and slides up so their bodies are close. They can't come together, but he can feel the brush of legs against chests. He doesn't even try for soft, but he dives in-- he recalls what it was to taste the layers of Jason's mouth, to need to drink him down desperately. So Max kisses him like he wants to be kissed to see if he can bring back the electricity to his skin. ]
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Date: 2024-04-08 11:39 pm (UTC)But then there was Max, and something opened up inside of him again. He knows how quick he falls for people, but even then it was different. Not something fleeting. In Max's eyes, Jason could tell he wanted to stay. Seeing him there at that airport for the first time in months (years for Max, he can't believe it) he felt himself opening up yet again, despite how cautious he felt like he had become once again.
And now- now he's struggling a little, but he's trying. Max is different than he used to be, but he's still Max. He still looks at him with those eyes, even if it's harder to reconnect.
When Max leans forward, Jason does too. He presses his lips against Max's because he wants to, because this is how to reconnect, isn't it? He moves his arms around Max's shoulder when he slides even closer, and then things no longer feel all that slow. That's okay too, Max is figuring things out, and Jason's been longing for this kiss. He kisses back this time as well, lips parting to let Max in and taste him. His hand pushes up into Max's hair to hold him just a little closer as he indulges in this kiss. ]
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Date: 2024-04-13 06:03 pm (UTC)The tub is small, and Jason isn't close enough. Moving the way he's siting, Max pulls Jason across the water so that he has Jason closer still. Soon, either Max is going to have to kneel, or Jason will have to come at a different position and wrap his body around Max, if there's even room for that in this small space. Wanting to taste Jason even further, Max swipes his tongue more clearly through every angle and across every surface leaving nothing unexplored.
The alien combs through a set of unruly curls with one set of fingers, and uses another to thumb over a peaked nipple. This is a part of what he remembers. It's a part of what he can recall that brought them together in the first place. Nipping lightly at Jason's lip, he pulls back. Eyes searching Jason's frantically to make sure it's okay, and that it feels good-- because Max is finally beginning to feel for the first time in a long time. ]