Maxwell Daniels

“Lipstick is different ‘cause usually it comes off. At least the trend now and days are those lipsticks that don’t budge off a girl’s lips, right?” Rory shrugged and took a sip of her slushie. “How much have ya made so far?”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know what the trend is for lipstick? I ain’t a fucking girl.” Maxwell says with a sigh as he runs a hand through his blonde locks, “Not enough. I’ve only been at it for 15 minutes.”

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“I’m looking for baggage that goes with mine. So, whatever your head is saying, don’t worry, mine’s already said it twice.” He smiles at the way Max reacts, everything about him was adorable. The way he’d put up a brave front to only be taken aback by the things Hart says without a second thought. “Why not you? I mean, would it be so bad? I know I’m not one for relationships or anything like that, but there’s always an exception to the rules. Maybe that could be you, but who knows?” Hart smiled up at Max, as he is embraced my the male. “Hope you consider that a good thing. No, you’re not ruining anything, but I’m gonna let you do something I’ve never let a guy do before. I’m giving you the choice to wear or not wear a rubber. So, there you go.” Hart couldn’t stop giggling at the way Max was being, he found himself enjoying every second of it. “A sappy sod, huh? Might like this side of you. Now make it known, and drill me.”

“Honest, and blunt. I like that about you, you’re not afraid to say whatever’s on your mind. Oh, that happens it means that you’re totally falling for me. Why am I so sure? Because you seem like the type that sometimes acts before thinking about anything else, and sometimes you may bite more than you can chew. You’re not losing at life, I’m in it now.” Hart said shooting Maxwell a wink. “You’re really sounding more and more charming, so who are you, and what have you done with Maxwell Daniels?” He teased, honestly finding everything Max was saying to be endearing, and he wanted nothing more than to feel his touch. Hart laughs as Max hungrily displays affection, and has him moaning, before he hears Max claim him. “Yours.” he mumbled.

“Yeah except the only problem is, is that my mind is a fucking mess right now which in return, has me as a mess as well.” Though he practically chokes when Hart mentions that he’s falling for him, eyes widening as he shakes his head, “No...No...I’m not.” He stammers, not convincingly, “Maybe those other twinks you fuck fall in love with you but...I...I...not me.” Maxwell swallows hard though his nervousness starts to disappear and is replaced with the grin that Hart seems to bring out with him, feeling safe as he reaches forward and wraps his arms around the other’s waist, pulling him toward him, “I think you’re just bringing out a new side to me.” He chews on his bottom lip before resting his forehead upon the other’s, “Sorry if I freak or if I’m hot and cold or whatever shit. It’s just...I mean...I do...really like you. And this is...all new. And fuck, I’m ruining the moment, aren’t I? Shit. When did I become a sappy sod.” Maxwell nuzzles his nose against Hart’s before massaging his lips against the other male’s. He shivers when he hears Hart moan, pressing up against him, “Fucking good.”

“Oh, so you’re the jealous type. I mean it would be kind of amusing to see you angry over some guy wanting to fuck me, but I won’t put you through that. Wouldn’t want to see you losing, and then me having to take care of your ass.” Hart blushed, stomping his feet at Max. “Why do you look at me like that?” he questioned. “Well, I don’t top really, just wanted to show you what I’m capable of. I’m usually a bottom, and a great one at that.”

“I don’t have a type but I know that I’m jealous when it comes to you. How’s that? All of these other feelings? I don’t fucking know what to make of them. Why are you so sure I’m going to lose? I don’t lose in fights. I may fucking lose in general with LIFE.” Now it’s Max’s turn to blush, knowing he was caught in the act as he shakes his head, “I just can’t stop looking at you. Especially when you’re being adorable as fuck with that laugh that makes my knees weak.” Where were these words coming from? It sounded like they were coming from any person OTHER than Maxwell Daniels, yet here he stood saying them and MEANING them, “Well then, that works out perfectly for us now doesn’t it.” He questions as he trails his lips across Hart’s jaw before working on his neck, sucking and purposefully leaving a mark, “You’re mine.” The blonde practically growls as he bites on Hart’s bottom lip.

“You got the guts to do that, Daniels? I mean we might as well show these old crones what they’re missing.” Hart pecks the boy’s cheek, before he giggled. “Really, you are? Didn’t seem like it when I was riding you. Well, if you love it s much why don’t you just take it for yourself?” Hart yelped as his ass was groped. “You know you’re making it really hard for me to not make you say my name over and over.”

“Course I got the guts to do that. Show everyone what they’re missing. Though some guys might get some bright ideas and decide to approach you afterwards, in which case I’d have to knock their teeth out. You may not be a jealous dickwad but it doesn’t mean that I’m not.” His face brightens at the sound of Hart’s giggle, unable to tear his blue hues away from the male, “Like I said, you’re different. You took me by surprise. I wasn’t used to someone else taking charge and it was fucking amazing. But next time, I’ll be pounding into you.” Max nibbles on Hart’s lobe, “Mhmm. Make me cry your name then.”

“I’m so totally turned on by you right now, oooh take me right here.” He teased. “See this is how I like you, actually being surprised by me.” He cooed as he took the male’s hand. “Come on, and just know that you probably won’t becoming back here. And if you want to hear and honest answer, sure I might be a little jealous, but only because I know I’m the best.”

“Hey don’t give me any ideas, Rosa. I’ll take you right here and now and fuck you in front of all of these cougars.” Maxwell practically growls though he’s easily holding Hart’s hand, giving it a squeeze as he chuckles, “Fucking Christ, Hart. I’m used to being the one in control. This shit is all new for me and I have to admit, I fucking love it.” He smirks, leaning forward to capture the other’s lips, “I knew you were jealous.” The blonde mumbles as he squeezes Hart’s ass.

“i doubt that’s something all the grandmas want to see.”

“Then let’s give them a show they’ll never forget. And one I’ll never forget.”

“Jealous? Now you’re just being cute. I’ve got no reason to be jealous when you’re this miserable. I get to make me people cry where I’m at, just came here to gloat. Also,if you want I can give you a private fortune, or to put it bluntly blow while your in this booth.”

Maxwell doesn’t say anything, merely giving the other a smirk, “Pretend all you want, wise guy. But the sight of other people feeling me up is turning you on.” He chuckles, taking a sip of water before practically choking as his blue hues widen, “A private fucking fortune? Yes please.”

Wincing at the thought, Rory stepped up and shook her head. “I’m not. And I’m not wearin’ lipstick, so that’s always a plus for you, yeah? How long do you have to hang out at this monstrosity of a booth?”

Maxwell merely shakes his head, running a hand through his blonde locks, “Can never fucking tell. Sometimes a girl’s lips look soft and she’s fucking wearing sticky lip gloss that gets all over my face. I prefer no damn lipstick. I dunno. This booth aint all bad. At least I’m getting tips from the cougars.”