#mjcole

Max snatches his coffee and throws a $20 at her, because at the end of the day, she had a nice rack. That makes up for her single braincell being unable to comprehend the magnitude of doichebaggery that was Adam fucking Cole.

“Just watch out for him. And if you see him, call the National Guard. Or God. Or someone. Don’t be fooled by his ASPCA malnourished facade.” The woman makes a noise, which is probably the most nuanced response she could give.

Max turns, scowling his way towards his gate. He’s almost there when a sound catches him off-guard - a laugh. Loud and boisterous. His head snaps towards it because he knows that laugh, he knows the laugh that’s too loud and wheezy and joyful. He can picture the face before he sees it - bright white teeth shining, eyes crinkling, head thrown back.

Cole is sitting next to Evil Uno, with Claudio in the seat across from them. Something Claudio said has them in stitches - apparently he drops his evil schtick when his handler isn’t around.

For a moment, Max stares. His heart tries to reconcile how he feels - rage, humiliation. Longing. Love. He wants to know where Cole is going - not Florida. The house they had practically lived in together isn’t the house Cole has now. All their memories are in a place that’s probably being renovated for someone else.

Max wonders how Cole moved on his own. He wonders if Cole kept Max’s robe (he left it there, because he left most things at Cole’s place, because truth be told Max thought he’d come back after World’s End, because truth be told Max lied, because truth be told-)

When Cole looks up, he sees an empty walkway. A family emerges from the Subway, lugging their bags with them.

“What’s up?” Uno asks, and Cole shakes his head.

The question comes as a surprise to Cole, who lifts his head from where it had been buried between thick, hairy thighs, blinking at Max.

"I- you have one?" Cole says, motioning to the comically bulky packer that was resting by Max's hip on the hotel bed. It's still half-in Max's briefs, because Cole couldn't wait to rip them off one-by-one when they'd gotten back to the Hilton. Max frowns down at him and shakes his head.

"I mean a real one. Like, surgically, get myself a nice fat cock for you to suck on. They can do that now, you know - give me one that gets hard, one I can piss through. They can even get me balls. A perfect, designer dick, even better than that thing," Max says, nodding towards the packer that Cole knows for a fact cost nearly ten grand.

Cole pushes up onto his elbows, breathing in the sweaty, salty musk coming from between Max's legs. He'd just started getting him slick, opening him up with his tongue, but now his brain has switched towards something...else. He looks down between Max's legs, at the perfect pussy, the hair perfectly trimmed to a light stubble, the labia a pretty pink, his t-cock fat and swollen.

Cole has his answer, but he doesn't know why it's being asked for.

"...Have you been thinking about getting one?" Cole asks, pushing up and crawling up Max's body. Max watches him rise up, hands holding lightly to Cole's hips on instinct. "It's a lot of surgery, Max. You're already injured, you'll need time off eventually, I guess. Are you...thinking of doing it soon?"

"What's with the third-degree?" Max huffs, but Cole's unmoved by it. he rests himself down, his elbows on either side of Max's head, his own erection bare and pressing against Max's pelvis. Max has that sour look on his face that Cole's seen more times than he can count. Too many times to take it earnestly.

Cole cups the back of Max's head and leans down, pressing his lips to the side of Max's nose.

"It doesn't matter what I want," Cole mutters. "Whatever you want between your legs, I'll learn to work with. Do you want a penis?"

"Ew, don't call it a penis," Max says, and Cole snorts softly, resting their foreheads together. Max melts under him - it's so easy, all he needs is a little affection, a little care, a little love. Those are things Cole can give. Loving Max is easy.

"Do you want a big dick?" Cole rephrases, and Max hums. A moment goes by, then,

"I really...." His voice is soft, his eyes darting to look away from Cole. He looks somewhere else, somewhere that's easier to tell the truth. "...I really don't. I'm fine with what I have and I don't want to have the fucking surgeries. I'd have to have a catheter if I wanted to piss out of it."

"Then why did you ask me if I wanted you to have one?" Cole asks, tilting his head. Max shrugs, but he's frowning, his brows are pulling together. He's turtling his shoulders up.

Still, he says,

"Just was wonderin' if you wanted like...a full boyfriend experience."

Cole blinks once, twice. The realization drops on him like an awful sack of shit, and he breathes out. Cole shakes his head, leaning down to press a kiss to Max's lips. Max's mouth is relaxed at first, but it doesn't take much for him to return it, pursing, tilting his head. Cole kisses Max because he can't think not to, because he needs a moment to think and doesn't want Max to do the thinking for him.

Cole licks his way into Max's mouth, feels Max's tongue sliding on his own. They click into place, the two of them. As much as Cole tried to fight it once, they just...fit.

Like someone sliced them apart at the start, and the wounds healed perfectly, with surgical precision.

"I love you," Cole breathes against Max's mouth when he manages to pull his tongue back into his own mouth. "I love my boyfriend. My full boyfriend. I wouldn't change a thing about you, Max."

Max swallows, brows raised. He licks his lips and Cole hopes he tastes him.

"Oh...okay. Cool, then. Alright," Max says, nodding. Cole smiles and kisses the tip of Max's nose.

"Let me get back to where we were then? Because now that you've insulted your pussy, I really think I need to kiss it and make it feel better," Cole says. The look on Max's face instantly turns to an unamused frown.

"Seriously, the codependency between you and my vagina is concerning," he says.

"Can't hear you," Cole says, sing-songy as he slides down Max's body, until he holds the outsides of Max's thighs and presses them in against his ears, "I'm wearing my earmuffs."