part 11 of the maxiel corporate au! brief Rico POV to start, and then Max POV, ending with Daniel POV.
explicit! there's a little bit of plot in here, as well as the first little peek of daniel's internalized homophobia problem. 2.2k words.
relevant heads up: internalized homophobia, tiny bit of max-shaming
Rico's careful as he unlocks his door, soundlessly slipping inside and letting his eyes adjust to the dim lighting. There's a head of blonde hair on his pillow, a tightly wrapped blanketed lump in the middle of his bed.
A tired smile pulls at his lips as he sets his duffel down quietly on the floor. He'd showered back at the facility, so really all he needs to do now is change, and then the real fight of the night will start- getting his blankets back from Max.
He switches to a new set of sweatpants, easing slowly down onto the bed. He's trying to figure out a plan of attack, except-
Max makes a soft noise as the bed dips under Rico, rolling towards him. It unearths one end of the duvet, and Rico snags the end of it, slipping under the covers. He's trying to keep a respectable distance.
It lasts all of five minutes, and then Rico suddenly has the warm weight of Max plastered to his chest, legs tangling together as Max snuggles into him. He sighs, resting one arm across Max, fingers brushing against the dip in his lower back.
He needs Daniel to get his shit together, before Rico gets attached to having a Dutch stuffed animal every night.
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Once is an anomaly, and twice is a pattern- Max is realizing he sleeps better with someone else, which is terribly inconvenient realization to have.
He's tucked in Rico's arms, snuggled under the duvet. He hadn't even woken up when Rico got back from his fight- but he'd also been exhausted by the time he left the office, numbers and letters swimming in his vision.
He gives himself a few moments to appreciate the comfort of his current situation, and then he's prodding at Rico's side.
"Rico..."
There's not any response, and Max can't say he's surprised. He shakes him the best he can- not much- and gently knocks his forehead into his sternum.
"Rico."
There's an annoyed, sleepy sounding grumble, and then Rico's arm is pinning Max closer to him as he rolls, blanketing Max underneath him.
"Oh-"
Rico's settling on top of him, but he's grabbed something from the bedside table, and he's barely even half awake as he pins Max with his body.
Max realizes a second later when he hears the click of the cap what's happening- Rico isn't even awake enough to hold a conversation, but he's still-
He's still taking care of Max, lube slick fingers circling his hole.
Max's legs fall apart, and his heart rate is already picking up at the sensation, Rico's index finger slowly pressing inside. He drops his head back into the pillow, and he's already thinking about the day ahead of him- he's got reports to finalize, and a presentation to give, and-
"Ah-"
Rico's finger presses against his prostate, and Max pushes further into it, wants more.
Rico sighs, long and slow.
"Stop squirming."
Max's breath catches in his throat, and he forces himself to still, fingers gripping into the sheets underneath him.
Rico makes an approving noise.
"Good."
Good- Max. Max is good, he can be good. For Daniel, for Rico, for whoever else asks for it- he's gone from being a virgin to getting fucked over his bosses desk.
He's learning things about himself he'd rather not look too closely at.
Rico presses in a second finger. The stretch is easier to manage now that Max is used to it, and he knows what's coming. He evens out his breathing, taking steady breaths as Rico widens his fingers inside of him, occasionally brushing against Max's prostate.
It's doing something to Max's brain, that Rico isn't even speaking- he's barely awake, and he's only done that much just to help Max be ready for the day.
He feels like some kind of- chore, or necessary errand, something that needs to happen but doesn't require much thought, and it's making his head spin at the way he's just being handled.
The third finger is easier, more of a courtesy than anything, a few longer presses to Max's prostate, just enough to get him worked up.
Rico makes a low noise, curling his fingers inside of Max one last time before pulling them out, rolling off of Max so he can leave the bed.
"Be good, call me later."
His voice is raspy with sleep, and he's about two seconds from lights out, so Max leans down to press his forehead into his shoulder, fondness in his chest.
"I will, thank you."
"Mhm. Don't forget breakfast."
A smile tugs as Max's lips as he gets dressed, collecting his things and quietly locking Rico's door behind him.
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Max is twitchy after he gives his report presentation. Three espresso shots beforehand was probably not the right call, and now he's wired to all hell with nowhere for the energy to go, drumming his fingers against his leg, checking the time every two seconds.
There's five hours left in his shift. Max is either going to go insane or drive his coworkers insane if he doesn't do something about this.
He's clicking through his files, because he could've sworn-
There.
It's a report on Daniel's little side project, the wine brand that has not once turned them a profit but Daniel keeps anyways. Max remembers him being slightly annoyed when he'd brought it up last, so he'd made this report as more of a joke than anything- it wasn't ever supposed to actually go to Daniel.
It's about to find its way on Daniel's desk anyways.
He prints it out, stapling it together and tidying his desk as he stands. He shoots Scarlett a slack message that he's running some work up to Daniel, and he's pretty sure he hears a muttered 'oh thank god' from Blake's office when he walks by.
The elevator ride is easy, and it takes him until he's passing floor 7 to realize there's someone he's forgotten to inform that he's going to see the CEO.
Daniel.
Whoops.
The elevator dings and Max winces, spends a few seconds debating on if he's actually going to go barge in unannounced.
He is.
Hopefully Daniel's not busy.
He knocks on the door to Daniel's office, shifting on his feet as he waits before he hears Daniel's voice inviting him in.
There's two other people in the room, sitting at the long meeting table- Max can't tell if he's more shocked that the room has chairs, or if he's more shocked Daniel brought him in when he's clearly in a meeting.
"-And this is our accounting intern I was telling you both about earlier, Max. Max, this is Michael, my COO, and Heidi, my CIO."
Shit. This is-
This is their fucking C-Suite.
Max is going to throw up.
He feels like he's back in law school for a moment, being thrown the most vile possible curveball his professors could give, and there's really only one option.
Max needs to lock in.
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Daniel... really had not expected Max to just show up. Especially not in the middle of his meeting with Michael and Heidi, both finally back in the country after handling a bulk of his international work for the past few months.
There's a solid few seconds when he brings Max in where he's worried he's going to fumble, and Daniel will have to make some casual excuse about clumsy interns. Disappointing, but not surprising.
It's when he introduces them that he sees Max swallow, watches the panic disappear from his eyes as he straightens slightly, stepping forward and extending his hand.
"It is of course wonderful to meet you both. I have been doing write-ups for the Netco merger these last few weeks, so feel free to ask me any questions."
He's giving them both a charming smile, all confidence and easy intelligence- Daniel feels thrown for a loop.
He's not met this Max before. It's a bold move, opening himself up to questions about his work, the complicated nature of the merger itself, to Michael and Heidi- and they're not easy to impress. If Max pulls it off...
Heidi leans back in her seat, face carefully neutral, where Micheal leans forward, curious. They're both like Daniel, dogs with a bone when there's something they want. They're going to eat poor Max alive.
Heidi speaks first, pen hovering above her notebook.
"Netco's 2017 operations in March, who were they trading with?"
Max doesn't hesitate.
"They were trading minor work with their multi year contracted companies, but their major project that got listed in their annual report was given to Wenznet, a shell company owned by Aiden Brown."
Michael makes an annoyed noise.
"Zak's son."
Max nods.
"Wenznet crops up several times after it's founded in late 2016, and it's always to receive a contract from Netco...."
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Daniel ushers both Michael and Heidi out the door, promising to meet them for lunch and dinner, and yes they'll catch up out outside of work, of course-
He lets the door swing shut, and then he's spinning back around to Max, backing him right up to the table- his hands grip around his waist, lifting him to sit as Daniel pushes him onto his back, letting Max's legs dangle off the edge as he buries his fingers in his hair, tugging to listen to Max moan.
"Fuck, babe- that was so hot, you did such a good job, what the hell-"
Max's hips jerk at the praise, and Daniel's other hand is fumbling at his belt, unclasping it and pulling it from the loops. He folds it over carefully, and then he's leaning down by Max's face, watching him open his mouth obediently for Daniel to shove the leather between his teeth.
He grinds his hips against Max's, watching his fingers scrabble at the table.
Daniel unzips Max's slacks, get them halfway down before he's rolling him onto his front, hips right at the edge of the table as he undoes his own belt, head still reeling.
"Where have you been hiding all those brains, huh? I've certainly never seen them before."
Max whines through the belt as Daniel gets the lube packet open, smearing it down his cock before pressing two fingers into him.
"And they're missing again already, aren't they? You were so smart just a few minutes ago, knowing everything off the top of your head, but now-"
He groans as he pushes in, Max tight around him.
"-now you're back to being a dumb little cockslut."
Max shudders underneath him, back arching under Daniel's hands as he fucks into him.
He's still stuck thinking about it, the way Max had navigated their questions so smoothly, always had an answer for either of them whenever they asked. He'd never stumbled over his words, never gotten caught unprepared.
Daniel angles for his prostate, listening to Max's punched out whines, fingers digging into his hips.
"Fuck, you were so good. That was incredible babe, I don't-"
He runs a hand down Max's back, fingers pressing into the divots of his spine, the hard muscle and soft fat.
He leans down as his thrusts get more erratic, fitting his teeth over the back of Max's neck, chest pressed into his back.
"You want to come home with me tonight Maxy? You've definitely earned it, showing off like that."
Max clenches around him, making muffled noises through the belt, and Daniel gets a hand between his hips and the table, jerks him a few times before squeezing, just on the side of too tight-
Max cries into the table as he comes, a vice around Daniel's cock, wet and tight as he thrusts a few more times, forehead coming down between Max's shoulders.
They're both breathing hard, although Max has gone mostly boneless on the table. Daniel pulls out slowly, running a hand down Max's side as he pants.
He's not normally one for anything... after. Last time he'd taken Max back to his place, it had been more out of necessity than anything else. Daniel doesn't want to get soft, can't afford to act sweet on anyone, but Max is wriggling his way past his defenses, doggedly trying to carve a space in Daniel's heart.
No one else has to know- it can be Max and Daniel's little secret, that he's more emotionally involved than he'd like to be.
Fucking an intern is one thing. Being sweet on them, making sure they're taken care of afterwards? That's...
Daniel doesn't have anything against gay people- he's pretty sure half the company is gay somehow. It's just not him.
But maybe just this once, with Max.
He starts running a hand through Max's hair, grabbing some wipes as he rolls Max over on his back again.
"Good job, Maxy."
Max's eyes are hazily tracking Daniel's movements, mouth opening wider for Daniel to pull his belt out, working his jaw a few times as he gingerly closes it.
Daniel's gentle as he pieces Max back together. Slacks, belt, carefully tucking his shirt back in- Max still isn't with it by the time he's done.
He debates for a moment. Previously, he's sent Max back down to his desk like this. Now, the idea of it tugs at him in an uncomfortable way- and there's a looming presence in his brain, blood smeared teeth and a split lip.
"C'mere babe."
Max dutifully follows him back over to his desk, and Daniel settles in his chair before encouraging Max to arrange himself on his lap, chin tucked over his shoulder.
It's temporary.
Just this once.
