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Leaning back into the couch with his arms crossed Max watched Lewis and Daniel giggle about something Max hadn't really paid attention to. Those two were enjoying each other awfully much at today's press conference and Max could only watch. No, scratch that. He was glowering at them.
Why he didn't know.
Before the press conference he had been in high spirits, having looked forward to joke around with Daniel and maybe he had been a tad bit excited about Lewis's presence. But only a bit. He wouldn't admit it ever anyway.
He pursed his lips slightly when he heard Lewis's laugh and tried to relax. He didn't want to come across as tense so he decided to busy himself until someone would ask him something.
Lewis and Daniel seemed to slowly calm down as Lewis relaxed into his seat on the other couch, Max's eyes unconsciously following the whole movement. He scoffed internally as he watched the Brit, legs spread almost audaciously wide. It didn't help that Max was sitting just right to have a perfect view of the Brit's crotch.
As if he's presenting himself, Max thought with an internal sneer. Jaw tight a small huff escaped Max as he tried to school his expression to prevent that sneer from appearing on his lips but it wasn't easy. Not with Lewis sitting there like he owned the fucking place with everyone in it included.
This boldness. This coolness. This fucking confidence.
All this and more that Lewis was emitting by simply sitting there and eating his stupid apple with his stupid strong hands was annoying Max. It was mocking him. It was driving him insane.
Insane because no one should be able to have such an effect on Max. He didn't know why solely Lewis's presence was causing him such inner turmoil and it irritated him. Lewis irritated him.
Max's tongue glid over his teeth behind his lips as he watched Lewis taking another bite of his apple and he had the sudden urge to just slap the fruit out of the older's hand.
“I want to be fighting Max.”
Do you now, Max had wondered when he had seen Lewis's interview, the thought dripping with sarcasm because of course Lewis wanted to fight. The Brit was probably longing for it. Longing for being competitive again. Yearning for a challenge. For victory.
“I want to be fighting for the championship.”
Maybe it was this adversion towards Lewis but Max was highly satisfied he had the upper hand in comparison to the Brit. He was above Lewis. He had surpassed the Brit. Finally it was Lewis who was looking up at him whenever they shared a podium and god did Max enjoy it. He wasn't a sadist but it just felt so damn good.
“I want to be fighting Max. I believe I'm one of the only drivers who can do so.”
Max's lips twitched upwards slightly, the ghost of a smirk appearing on his face as he recalled the Brit's confident words.
Are you sure about that?
That's what Max was asking himself. Afterall, Lewis should be ready to take him on if he was already asking for Max so nicely.
Looking at the watch Max pursed his lips in thought. He had already spent half an hour waiting in front of Lewis's trailer and it didn't seem like the Brit would appear any time soon. It won't take long until he would be starting to look suspicious. Probably even less longer for someone to come along and accuse him of trying to murder Lewis in his sleep.
Well, maybe Max shouldn't have been surprised the Brit was not at his trailer yet when the post-race conference had just finished an hour ago. It hadn't taken long for the news of Lewis's and Charles's possible doom to spread like a wildfire.
Max had only caught a bit of information as he hadn't mingled too long with other people but as far as he knew there had been something wrong with the underfloor of both cars. Something with the set-up that had made the cars running too low if he remembered correctly.
If the disqualification would really happen it wouldn't take long to reach him anyway. Something like this happening was already outrageous enough. Max couldn't really remember the last time someone got disqualified.
And the longer Max had to wait here for Lewis the more the unsettling suspicion grew that the FIA's verdict was not in Lewis's favor.
What was he even doing here?
Why was he waiting here in front of Lewis's trailer?
What was his goal here? His mission?
Max wasn't quite sure and he also didn't want to find out. He had an idea he wouldn't really get an answer to those questions and that would frustrate him further.
Maybe he should just leave. He hadn't been discovered yet so what was the point in running the risk of that happening? He wasn't really in the mood to explain himself to anyone about his purpose here.
With his hands burried in his pockets he decid to leave as casual as possible but when the crunching sound of the gravel being stepped on reached his ears Max faltered, planning on waiting for the newcomer to leave again whoever they were.
What he hadn't planned for though was Lewis being that newcomer.
The Brit was walking straight towards him in long strides, gaze downcast and Max found himself frozen to the spot, his brain not even remotely interested in coming up with a sad excuse for him being here in front of Lewis's place of refuge.
When the Brit was only a few meters away from Max he must've sensed his presence because he raised his head and even though Lewis was wearing these questionable silver sunglasses Max knew their gazes had locked. Lewis didn't falter a single bit as he walked up towards Max, steps purposeful and unstoppable but there was a crease that had appeared between Lewis's eyebrows.
Not only that but his expression also seemed tense, his lips turned slightly downwards, shoulders stiff. And his aura. It was all wrong.
Usually Lewis was oozing self-confidnce and carefreeness. Always a small smile playing on his lips, aggravating Max everytime he saw it. Expression relaxed and sure. Optimistic.
Now it was the literal opposite. Lewis looked dejected. Glum.
It didn't fit at all, Max decided.
"What are you doing here?" Lewis greeted him with a small voice, "Got lost finding your own trailer?" he asked while he passed Max without looking at him.
Max crossed his arms, a small smile tugging on his lips, "No. I was just in the mood for a walk and ended up here."
Lewis hummed while rummaging through the pockets of his baggy jeans, "You must've got an awful lot of time." he mumbled, voice loud enoug for Max to hear.
"A bit." Max shrugged and watched Lewis sigh when he obviously didn't find what he was looking for. The muttered 'fuck' didn't escape him and his smile widened into a smirk, "But I see you're not in the mood for a visitor."
"Visitor?" Lewis asked, surprise making the tone of his voice a bit higher, "You wanted to visit me?"
"Why not?"
Lewis frowned, "We just saw each other an hour ago."
"Good your memory is still working despite your age."
Lewis tilted his head a bit and Max could imagine those dark borwn eyes narrowing behind the sunglasses, "I'm not sure if I want you as a visitor." then he looked at the door of his trailer again, "I forgot my keys anyway."
"Hmm. Maybe try those hanging from your beltloop." Max pointed at the older's jeans who promptly looked down at himself.
Amused, Max watched Lewis's shoulders slump when another sigh escaped him, "Jesus Christ I need sleep." Lewis groaned and took off his sunglassed to rub his eyes with two fingers.
Then he turned his attention to the still closed door. He removed the keys from where they were dangling from his jeans, the metal jingling softly while Max studied the older's body.
His gaze travel over the Brit's back, his usually confident statur reduced to slumped poor shoulders and moves quick without grace, almost as if Lewis wanted to escape. There was no trace of this serene proudness the Brit emitted which taunted Max 24/7. Which made the corners of his mind race everytime he laid eyes on Lewis. Regardless of what the Brit was doing, be it just standing and breathing, he always looked like he was someone better. Or more like he was the best. It infuriated Max.
But now all that was gone and left was simply Lewis. Depressed Lewis. It was a pathetic sight.
The muscles of Max's jaw tightened a bit.
"Got no witty reply?"
Lewis's voice ripped him out of his analysis and Max looked up with wide eyes to see Lewis unlocking the trailer, "Because of the keys? Nah mate, I don't take presented shots like that. I'll spare you today."
Lewis chuckled quietly as he opened the door, "How nice of you. I'm not used to that."
Max shrugged, "It should stay special." he said and followed the older who wordlessly entered the trailer.
He closed the door behind himself and then took a few seconds to look around. He found Lewis's trailer was not that different from his own. The size was definitely the same but the interior was completely different. Whereas Max's furniture was mainly white or the occasional black Lewis's was majorly wooden. It gave the trailer a warm atmosphere and it more welcoming. Max himself wouldn't really pay attention to it because he usually didn't spend a lot of time in his trailer but here he could feel the effect the wood had. It was even a bit cozy Max dared to think.
Lewis let himself fall on his white couch which was facing a huge floor to ceiling mirror and weirdly Max immediatly recognized the big green barbell resting in front of it. It might be possible he once checked out Lewis's instagram.
"That's what you're working with?" he asked and lightly bumped the side of the green barbell with his foot.
"Hm?" Lewis raised his head from where he had burried his face in a hand, arm propped up on the armrest of the couch, "Oh. Yeah. Why? What are you working with?"
Max looked at Lewis with a slightly raised eyebrow. Pissing contest already, huh?
On second thought though it didn't seem like it was a contest. Lewis's words were lacking the challenging inviting undertone. It just seemed he had asked out of courtsey.
Max shook his head and looked at the barbell again, "Working with my playstation."
A little laugh made his head snap up again to look at Lewis who had his face in his hand again but this time a wide smile was on his face, revealing a row of perfect white teeth.
Max couldn't help but smile, "What's so funny? You think I got weights in my trailer? I need a fucking safe haven somewhere."
"Jesus, your such a kid."
Immediately a scowl took place on Max's face after hearing those words, "I'm not a kid. I'm 26."
"Still a 12 year difference between us."
Max shrugged, "Age's just a number. Don't underestimate me because of it."
"I'm not." Lewis answered without hesitating, the lack of a smile undermining the seriosity in the words, "I think I'm the last person who'd do something like that. I know my rivals."
Max held Lewis's gaze unafraid and maybe it's his imagination but there was a little spark in that deep brown. Something that made it impossible for Max to look away.
"I'm flattered."
"You should be."
Max's lips twitched upwards, "Glad to see the FIA didn't destroy you completely." he sniped and right afterwards regretted the words the moment he saw Lewis's gaze hardening.
"You would've liked that wouldn't you?" Lewis scoffed, the sound biting but small as he leaned his head against his fist, "So that's why you're here? To get joy out of my misery?"
"So they really disqualified you." Max assessed plainly.
Lewis spread his arms, "Do I look like someone who got to keep his second place?"
"Not really. More like someone who's just done."
Lewis chuckled humorlessly and shook his head, "I am. I'm so done with everything."
Max crossed his arms, "How fucking disappointing." he drawled as he looked down at Lewis, his voice laced with hot mockery like liquid venom, "I thought it'd take more than a single disqualification to bring you down."
Lewis frowned, "You don't know anything about me so if you got nothing else to say leave. Don't waste my nor your own time, Max." He waved a hand at Max absentmindly as if he was swatting away some fly and Max pursed his lips.
It wasn't the gesture persay that lit the fuze leading to Max's head but the Brit's words. Lewis's claim that Max didn't know anything about the Brit was insulting. Of course Max didn't know Lewis inside out. He wasn't claiming the intimacy of knowing Lewis's privately but their rivalry? That was his. His and Lewis's very own kind of intimacy.
Lewis dismissing something this special between them hurt. Max wished it didn't.
"You know, maybe it'd help you to lose that fucking victim role. Not everyone's out to get you." Max sneered and began to walk towards the door, "I thougt you fight for yourself. Fucking pity I was wrong." he mumbled under his breath as his hand touched the doorhandle.
He hadn't intended for his words to hurt. Seeing Lewis this defeated and just... small irritated Max. It was down right frustrating. This couldn't be the same man he had battled against with utter devotion and passion for a whole season. The man who was owning the majority of Max's thoughts and was starting to become the bane of Max's existence.
"You don't know a single thing about fighting."
Max froze at hearing those words. Then his grip on the doorhandle tightened.
The silence stretched as he looked at the still closed door for a second and then he smiled to himself and swiftly turned around.
"Alright, mate." Max started clipped and walked towards Lewis, taking his time with every step while enjoying that dark gaze fixed on him, "That's low. Even for you, Lewis. Just lashing out because you can't handle someone telling you the truth? I thought better of you, man." he sighed as he neared a silent Lewis who hadn't moved a single muscle, "But be as bitchy as you want. Drown in self-pity. I don't fucking care." he said offhandedly as he stood in front of Lewis, "There's one thing though that's bothering me." he mused and in the next second he was leaning over Lewis, one hand supporting himself on the back of the couch next to Lewis's head, "You don't fucking get to judge over my skills, yeah?" he nodded at Lewis who didn't even bat an eyelash, "Who do you think you are to judge over me?"
That set motion into the whole situation as Lewis suddenly moved, standing up and Max had to react quickly so they didn't collide with each other. Lewis was standing now to his full heigt, the usual few inches missing to make them see eye to eye without Max having to slightly tilt his head down. The loss didn't make the Brit any less imposing though and Max tensed.
Lewis was looking at him, a certain kind of serenety and familiar composure in his gaze as if Max's threatening words left him completely cold. Max bristled but stayed silent.
"I'm your rival."
Three words. Just three words said in a plain voice, making it unable to discern Lewis's mood. And just as short as the answer was it was just as powerful in rendering Max speechless.
My rival, Max thought as he started at Lewis's handsome face, that smooth flawless skin, the shiny silver piercings on the older's nose and those expressive brown eyes pulling Max in like a vortex.
Max raised an eyebrow, "Doesn't look like it at the moment, does it?" he murmured and tilted his head a bit back, chin high so he was actually looking down at Lewis, "You almost sound proud of it but here I am asking myself why you should proudly title yourself my rival if I don't know anything about fighting anyway? I can't be a worthy opponent then, can I?"
Attentively, his eyes catch the small movements of Lewis's jaw muscles moving, tensing at Max's assessment who was enjoying the conflict in Lewis's eyes way too much.
Got you.
"Or maybe I know a thing or two about fighting, hm? C'mon just admit it." he nudged Lewis's verbally with a playful lilt to his voice, "You said you wanted to fight me, didn't you? That you're the only one capable of it? Pretty big words but sounds like I'm doing a simply fucking good job if only one person can defy me. According to yourself at least."
Lewis hummed calmly, not seeming the slightest bit deterred by Max's analysis, "You think you're pretty smart, hm?"
Max shrugged half-heartedly but didn't break the eye-contact, "Got my moments."
Lewis nodded once slowly and Max waited with bated breath for the Brit's next words, his eyes refusing to miss a single movement of Lewis's lips.
"My words still stand. You don't know a single thing about fighting."
The moment the sentence was finished Max's playfulness turned into something irritatingly biting and the Dutch scowled. That was certainly not what he had expected. Not after he had been sure the Brit had dug his own grave with his words.
"This is nothing personal, Max. It's the way you are. Someone who doesn't like fighting won't ever know what it truly means to fight."
What?
Max's eyes narrowed, "What do you mean?" he demanded, his voice composed.
With a sigh Lewis let himself fall back on the couch, "Exactly what I said." he replied nonchalantly and then tilted his head a bit, "Don't be offended. It's the way you prefere to handle things and I can hardly hold that against you. You shouldn't be bothered by it either. For one you're successful and second you can care less about my opinion."
Max bit the inside of his cheek. What was Lewis getting at? Of course Max didn't care about Lewis's opinion of him. He didn't care about the opinion of anyone. So why did Lewis's words had this aggravating affect on him. It was like an invitation. Like Lewis telling him 'come on. Lunge at me. I'm waiting.'
And Max wanted to lunge so bad. He wanted Lewis to feel this frustratinon building up inside him, like blazing hot magma rising inside a volcano, approaching an unavoidable burning climax. Searching for a way out just like the anger he had boiling in his gut.
It was biting but familiar and Max needed something to direct his fury at. Fortunately, Lewis seemed to offer himself up as an outlet.
Max licked his lips, "You're really fucking me up, you know?" he glared down at Lewis who seemed unbothered by his words, expression unchanging but not inattentive, "With your stupid high and mighty attitude. As if you know everything better. As if you know me." then he took a step forward and put one knee on the edge of the couch right between Lewis's legs, almost brushing against his crotch while leaning over the Brit again, resuming the earlier position as he heard the slight intake of a breath, "You don't so let me do a bit of explaining." he said and put both his hands on the back of the couch again, caging Lewis in, "I don't dislike fighting. I just avoid it if I can. I like to deal with stuff before it becomes trouble."
Lewis raised an eyebrow unimpressed but Max didn't miss the little spark in his eyes, "And this is how it looks like?" Lewis asked, gaze briefly moving down Max's body who couldn't do anything against the goosebumps appearing on the back of his neck and upper arms at Lewis's calm and low voice, "You dealing with trouble that is no trouble yet?"
Max's lips slyly twitched upwards, "Don't fucking flatter yourself. You're barely a threat."
"At the moment."
Max hummed, "I'll decide how long that moment will last."
"How modest you are."
"Right back at you."
Lewis smiled and leaned his head a bit back and Max's eyes chance a small glance at the strong line of Lewis's throat.
"I'm more modest on a single day than you've been in your entire life."
Max huffed a chuckle, "I strive for victory, not modesty. I thought you knew me, Lewis."
"I do. That's why I know modesty wouldn't suit you." Lewis replied, a light scratch to his voice and Max didn't know if it was that or the words that made this heat flare up inside him.
This was new, Max thought as he tried to come to terms with his body's reaction. It felt similar to his anger but somehow it was totally different. The intensity was the same but the hot temptation, this want to give in was something else. The target, Max thought as he stared at Lewis, was still the same though.
He was still contemplating whether Lewis's words were supposed to be a compliment or an insult but either way Max wouldn't care. He knew he was good. He knew he was one of the best and he had no problems showing it. Why should he care about someone else's opinion? He felt good where he was right now and that was everything that was concerning him.
"You think so?" Max asked, feigning a little surprise, burning to hear Lewis continue talking.
Lewis hummed and shifted a bit where he was sitting, subtly making his crotch brush against Max's knee who didn't miss the intention of the move.
"I know so."
The answer came with an air of finality, typical Lewis leaving no room for discussion but Max wasn't too impressed by it.
He leaned a bit down, entering Lewis's personal space further, making his knee press against Lewis's crotch and was that a certain stiffness he was feeling against his knee? Max liked to imagine that as he could almost feel Lewis's warm breath on his skin, their face a few inches apart now.
"Would it insult you?" he asked in a low voice and there was a thrilling electricity zipping down his spine as he watched Lewis's pupils dilating, "Would it insult you if I'd play it down? Our rivalry?" he continued, the last part close to a low whisper as Lewis seemed focused on every movement of his lips, "Would it offend you if I'd brush you off? Like a nobody? Like a... loser?" he breathed, his handes digging into the couch with every word, "Would it keep you up if I'd do that? Would it torture you?" he gazed at Lewis with half-lidded eyes, leaving a few seconds of silence between them to let his words sink in.
Up this close Max took the time to soak this image in front of him up like a dry sponge thrown into water. It was wonderful to watch the otherwise so composed and restrained seven-time world champion battling with himself. It was gratifying for Max to watch, knowing he was the reason for Lewis's inner conflict. He could see everything in those brown eyes. This back and forth pull between keeping control and giving in to temptation.
Maybe Max should help a bit.
"Is that why you think modesty wouldn't fit me?" he wondered innocently, "Because it would defame you? Me belittling our fights?" he asked and he wondered what more it took for Lewis to cease his inner disagreement, "Me disregarding your strength in front of everyone? In front of the world? Would you hate me, Lewis? If I'd do that?"
Max would love for it to happen. Afterall, there was no better way to get someone's attention than making them hate you with a burning passion. Fuck, he wanted it. He wanted to be at the receiving end of Lewis's hatred. Of Lewis's cold calculating wrath. His heart ached for it with need.
"Would it make you fight me even harder?" his knee pressed forward against Lewis's arising interest and Max's lips twitched into a smirk at the sharp intake of breath he received.
It's delighting to see how well he was able to push each of Lewis's buttons. It wasn't all that difficult he found.
"Would it make you angry? If I tell you you're not good enough? Disparaging you?" he asked mockingly and promptly Lewis's gaze became steelier. Harder, "Would it hurt you? If I tell the people our fights are nothing special? That it was easy? To defeat you?"
Lewis was still silent and when he saw that certain glint in his eyes Max realized something, arousal coiling tight in his gut. Lewis was enjoying this. It excited him. He liked it.
"How would you feel, Lewis?" he asked and inched closer, their faces mere centimeters apart, "If I did all that?"
Feeling daring, he leaned in until he could imagine the warm phantom touch of Lewis's lips against his. If he concentrated hard enough he could feel it.
Then Lewis moved in and just in time Max managed to twitch away so their lips wouldn't meet. His own lips were slightly parted in surprise as he watched Lewis freeze, obviously coming to terms with what would have almost transpired between them just now. A soft smiled appeared on Max's face.
"I see." he murmured lazily, "Doesn't look like you would mind it much."
He leaned a bit further away but the distance between them didn't increase much when suddenly Lewis's arm shot up and in the next second his hand was cupping Max's face, grip not too tight but also not too lax. Just the right amount to keep Max in place who froze at the unexpected touch, his eyes widening a bit in surprise.
Lewis's hand was warm, his thumb against Max's cheek while his fingers curled around the back of his neck and Max probably stopped breathing for a second as he tried to not drown in Lewis's intense gaze. His knee was still insistently pressed against Lewis's hardening cock but Max paid little attention to that at the moment as he was busy with keeping the upper hand here. He hadn't expected Lewis's move.
"I think I would mind it just as much as you would."
Max gulped at hearing Lewis's low smooth voice, a slight raspiness to it which made Max's heart tremble but he tried to stay composed.
"Yeah?" he asked quietly, leaning ever so slightly into Lewis's hand, "So it'd offend you if I play this down?" his eyes flickered down before meeting Lewis's again, "Us?"
"Gravely." Lewis replied without missing a beat, "I'd take it personally."
"Hmmm." Max leaned forward again, Lewis's hand not leaving him, until the tip of his nose was about to touch Lewis's, "Careful. Otherwise I might start thinking you got feelings for me." he smirked and revelled in the other's shocked expression, serene gaze turning into a wid-eyed one, jaw slightly lax, lovely soft lips parted.
"I- I don't-" Lewis cleared his throat and Max's smile widened and the he couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed lightly at the Brit's panic, throwing his head back and in the process leaving the warm cradle of Lewis's hand.
"Calm down." he snickered, "I didn't say what kind of feelings did I? We're talking about our rivalry for all I know, aren't we? I'm sure we're on the same page here." he said and looked at Lewis again who seemed to collect himself.
The older cleared his throat again, his eyes seeming to do everything but meet Max's, "Of course. Yeah." he replied curtly, the attractive raspiness from earlier almost non-existent now.
"Good." Max nodded, having composed hismelf again, "Alright, that was a fun conversation." he muttered and let go of the couch and made to get up but not before a hand shot out to grab one of his wrists.
"Who said it was over?"
There was a dangerous teasing undertone in Lewis's rhethorical question and Max stilled for a second, looking at the hand that was gripping his wrist gently and then moved his gaze to meet Lewis's eyes. His lips curled into a smirk.
"I didn't." he replied and settled on top of Lewis again, his knee returning to the spot between Lewis's legs who almost seemed like a cat who got the cream.
"Good." Lewis said and there was that seductive raspiness again, "I thought we wanted to fight."
Oh.
Max silently stared at Lewis, blue eyes boring into brown ones almost as if he was assessing Lewis. Maybe he was. He just wanted to figure out if this was really going into the direction it seemed to go. A bit surprising in his opinion to where Lewis wanted to steer this conversation.
It shouldn't be though.
Afterall, this stopped being a normal conversation right after the first word.
"Do we?" he asked curiously, his hands on the back of the couch again as he leaned down towards Lewis, feeling the grip on his writst relaxing.
"I thought so." Lewis admitted simply and then tilted his head, his eyes narrowing slightly at Max, "I'm in the mood. To fight."
Max nodded slowly smiling slightly, "I heard. Must be frustrating to not get what you want."
"You have no idea what I want."
Max chuckled, "You want to fight me."
"Correct."
"But you can't."
Lewis raised an eyebrow, "Says who?"
"Your car."
That got Lewis scowling and Max can't help the little laugh escaping him, Lewis's grip on his wrist not tightenting but feeling hotter by the second.
"Don't be upset, Lewis. It's not your fault your car is shit but I admire your determined mindset. It's simply lovely." Max purred and closed the distance between their faces a bit, "Don't let a fucking disqualification crush it."
Several seconds of silence followed his words and then Lewis blinked.
"Are you trying to cheer me up?"
Both Max's eyebrows shot up, "That's what you're getting from this? Me offering sex to cheer you up?"
"You sent some pretty obvious signals." Lewis shrugged and glanced down at Max's knee nestled against his crotch and Max followed his gaze.
Huh.
He actually wasn't quite sure how this had unfolded between them and what it was now. He definitely hadn't imagined their conversation going like that.
"Right." he admitted a bit reluctantly, "But it actually wasn't the purpose of my visit."
"Then what was?"
Max met Lewis's eyes again and he noticed they regained a bit of their warmth again now that the heated atmosphere was cooling off, the dark brown a bit more mellow.
"I'm not... sure." he admitted slowly, raking his brain for a plausible reason but this close he can only concentrate on Lewis's close proximity, the heat of his body, his hypnotic gaze and the warm touch on his wrist.
"Maybe you're just as frustrated as I am." Lewis suggested, his eyes half lidded, "And are searching for something to take it out on."
"And you think you're that something."
"Considering our... position," Lewis licked his lips and Max's eyes tracked the movement like a hawk, "I'll be so bold and say yes."
Max hummed and when Lewis's eyes flickered up again to meet his eyes, the entrancing playful gleam in the older's gaze took his breath away momentarily and with a blank mind he leaned in, eliminating the distance between Lewis and him.
The kiss was soft. And nothing like Max had imagined.
He felt Lewis freezing against him as Max pressed his lips on his, not insistent but purposeful, waiting for the Brit's reaction. Waiting for the 'go ahead'. Waiting for an opportunity to feel more of this tingling feeling he had just become a victim of.
Lewis was still holding onto his wrist even as Max moved it to cup Lewis's face but when the touch happened it finally seemed to break Lewis out of his frozen state. The moment Max's hand touched the older's cheek Lewis started to press back against him and Max had to react quickly to meet the passionate force.
He sighed against Lewis's lips, a small sound -close to a moan- escaped his lips, as he felt teeth graze his bottom lip teasingly, nipping and beckoning Max to deepen the kiss. The sensation made a spark of heat travel through his body, heightening his senses which were solely focused on Lewis, on this whole experience which made him feel so many things he had never thougt did exist.
This wasn't his first kiss by any means nor would this be his first rodeo but leave it to Lewis to make everything feel special. Unique.
Tilting his head he shuffled closer, slotting his knee more insistingly against Lewis's cock which earned him a quiet growl from said person, the sound reaching him down to his very bones. He felt Lewis's warm breath fanning over his face, their noses pressing against each other as they tried to be as close as possible to one another. Lewis's expensive cologne seemed to be the only thing Max's brain registered, the sandalwood scent addicting in the most toxic way just like the way Lewis was leaving him breathless.
Max should be confused. He didn't know where this desperation, this hot desire came from. The only thing he knew it was all because of Lewis.
There were hands on his hips, squeezing and pulling, fingers digging into his sides and Max could feel the burn of that touch through his jeans. It screamed possessiveness, unafraid and determined the way Lewis held him and Max relished in it. He was loving it.
Their lips slotted messily against each other, hungry and desperate, wet from the spit and aching and raw from the teeth. Max would almost say they were biting at each other, trying to subdue one another and Max wanted more.
Confidently he fully climbed onto the couch, the hands on his hips pulling him closer until he was in Lewis's lap, sitting on one of Lewis's thighs. A low groan escaped Lewis, the sound warm against Max's lips, as the movement caused his knee to rub against Lewis's cock.
The corners of his mouth twitch upwards, a cheeky smile appearing as a breathy chuckle found its sweet demise against Lewis's lips.
"Don't," Lewis whispered before Max interrupted him with another kiss, "Don't laugh."
The growled words reached Max's ears and they only made him chuckle again. Yes, he definitely enjoyed antagonizing Lewis.
With one last thorough touch of their tongues he pulled away and noticed how fast Lewis's grip on him tightened.
"What?" he looked at Lewis with an slightly arched eyebrow, "Never had someone laugh at you during sex?" he asked, trying to catch his breath.
Lewis squinted at him, his chest slightly heaving with every breath, "Usually there're other things to do. It's definitely not the time people laugh at me."
"Yeah, I'm not those people." Max replied, a dangerous spark settling in the pits of his stomach as his eyes were on Lewis's, almost glaring, daring him to compare him to his previous partners.
"Never said so, did I?"
"Mhm. Implication is a thing, you know?" Max murmured and leaned closer again, "Better fucking burn this into your memory. I'm not those people you magic into bed."
"Let me guess." Lewis quickly intervened, completely untouched by his spiky voice, "You're better."
"Your words, not mine." Max smiled and tilted his head to nudge Lewis's nose with his playfully, "Maybe I'm not modest but praising myself isn't really my thing. I like to make others do it for me." he watched Lewis huff a chuckle and then his hands were already moving to open Lewis's pants, "I like to earn it, you know?"
"Actions speaking louder than words?"
"Something like that." Max agreed lazily and smashed his lips against Lewis's again who eagerly met him without a moment of hesitation.
Feeling fingers deliciously digging into his hips was exactly the motivation he needed to make quick work of Lewis's pants. Fortunately, the older favored loose baggy clothing most of the time. At first Max was confused about it, asking himself why someone with Lewis's physique wouldn't openly show it, be proud of it, but then he found his own little pleasure in the Brit's clothing style. Most of Lewis's clothes obscured his body and that left Max with nothing else but his imagination.
It was like a free ticket to a mental cinema performance every time Lewis stepped into his field of vision.
The burning touch of Lewis's lips was deliciously addictive but Max needed more physicality than that. He needed more intimacy. He needed more of Lewis, needed to feel every inch of that man's skin on his own until it would burn him to the bone, hot and so so good.
With Lewis pants now unbuttoned Max took the opportunity to slide his hands beneath the Brit's shirt, feeling toned muscles encased by warm skin beneath his fingers. Lewis jumped at the feeling of it and Max winced internally. His hands were probably a bit cold but it didn't seem to bother Lewis further who snaked one arm around Max to pull him impossibly closer, making Max knee push against his erection.
A groan left Lewis, the sound hot and wonderful as Max could feel Lewis chest underneath his hands vibrating with the sound, sending a direct flow of Max's blood south who could feel his jeans tightening. Damn, now he's wishing for something baggier.
"Let's," he started before he was interrupted by another kiss, "Let's stop this vanilla bullshit and get to it." he looked at Lewis, throwing in the silent question that Lewis answered with a single nod which Max returned and then made to get up, "Hope you got lube here so I can give you more than a goodnight kiss."
He's not one to make assumptions but he's quite sure Lewis got something here. On the other hand that would also surprise him a bit, let alone turn him on. Just the thought of Lewis indulging in self-pleasure was enough for his jeans to get even tighter and uncomfortable if that was even possible. Fucking hell, since when did he get this hard without any touch?
"Stay here." Lewis just said and Max relished in the thrill Lewis commanding but still soft voice sent through his body.
With a smirk he watched Lewis get up and his breath stuttered a bit when Lewis just carelessly discarded his baggy pants. They slipped right off due to their looseness and Lewis didn't even spare it a glance when it landed on the floor before he stepped out of it. Now only clad in black boxers and an oversized shirt Lewis vanished into the small bathroom of the trailer and Max sat down on the couch again, his knees feeling slightly weak.
After not even three minutes Lewis returned again and Max got the perfect view of Lewis's cock. Even though the majorly annoying boxers were still in place the outlines were unmistakeable and Max gulped, his mouth watering.
His staring was interrupted though when he felt a small object hit his chest. When he looked down in his lap he saw a small plastic package.
"Wanna do it like this or reverse?"
Still a bit stumped from the sudden onslaught Max took a few seconds to answer, the question hanging in the air between them unanswered. Then he leaned back into the couch, the corner of his lips curling slightly upwards.
"What? You think I can't handle an ass like yours?"
Lewis stayed unimpressed but there was that unmistakable playfulness sparking in his eyes and Max didn't miss the slight twitch of the older's lips.
Head tilted, Lewis assessed him, "Well, your mouth is certainly big enough." then his eyes briefly glanced down, "Let's see about the rest."
Fucker.
Lewis chuckled and the sound made him realize he had spoken the word out loud.
"Always so charming."
Max shrugged as he watched Lewis step closer, "Just facts."
Lewis snorted, "Sure. Seems to run in the family." he replied drily and Max couldn't help the small scowl appearing on his face.
"You talk too much. We should do something about that."
Lewis crossed his arms, "Then strip." he nodded at Max, his eyes briefly on the younger's jeans -or more likely the prominent tent he was sporting there- who felt hot lust churning in his gut at the command.
Refusing to waste another second Max started to unbutton his jeans, alwhile keeping up the eye-contact with Lewis until the Brit himself also started to move. The only thing he managed to do with concentration was opening the fly of his pants and pull it a bit down to reveal his boxers when his whole attention was caught by a Lewis sans boxers.
And then the Brit also took off his white oversized shirt and for a split second Max's brain short-circuated. Lewis completely naked in front of him was just too much to handle for him. The surreal divine image in front of him forever burned in his retinas.
A few seconds ago Lewis had looked cute with just his oversized white shirt on and now he looked like something right from the deepest depths of Max's desires he didn't even know about.
Yep, from now on he knew what his brain would project when he'd jerk off.
"Max?" Lewis's voice forced his eyes up to meet the older's gaze, twinkling at him amused, "You gonna continue, or what?" Lewis nodded at him, pointedly glancing at his undone pants.
Lust coiling tight inside him, close to snapping he just grabbe one of Lewis's wrist and pulled the Brit closer, "Fuck it." he growled and fortunately Lewis complied easily, settling on his lap without difficulties.
"Impatient, aren't we?" Lewis chuckled, putting one hand on Max's shoulder he greedily ran his own palms over Lewis's sids, feeling the warm smooth skin to his heart's content.
Tracing over the older's rippling muscles before grabbing his hips Max scoffed and leaned back into the couch to meet Lewis's eyes and scoffed, "You're one to talk." he smiled cheekily and then wrapped one hand around Lewis's hard cock, unable to ignore it standing proudly between them.
Lewis's reaction was instant, a sharp intake of breath and the muscle of his face going a bit lax and Max felt an euphoric rush making him feel slightly lightheaded. It was an intoxicating experience, seeing how easily he had Lewis in his palm. How easily the Brit gave up control and let Max take the lead.
"Impatient, aren't we?" he arched an eyebrow at Lewis and rubbed his thumb back and forth along the underside of Lewis's hard cock, feeling the throbbing veins underneath his hand, "You're so fucking desperate, huh?" he smirked while revelling in Lewis's relaxed expression, enjoying being the reason for it, "Wanna tell me what for?" he asked and squeezed Lewis's hard cock gently, keeping the lack of lube in mind.
Slowly he let his other hand travel down the small of Lewis's back until it was splaid over the older's tailbone just short before his ass. Lewis's hips twitched forward when Max started moving his hand up and down slowly, lazily, without a hurry in the world. He wanted to enjoy this, soak this experience, this moment up and remember it.
"I think it's quite obvious, isn't it? Your ego's big enough."
Max laughed and rubbed his thumb over the head of Lewis's dick, making the older suck in another breath. The hand on his shoulder squeezed as he spread the drop of pre-cum along the warm shaft leisurely.
"C'mon just humor me for a bit, Lewis. You want something from me, don't you? It's all yours if you just ask for it." Max purred, letting a bit of raspiness bleed into his voice, adapting to the sensual yet charged atmosphere around them.
Lewis's jaw tightened and if looks could kill Max would've been dead a thousand times. He was even starting to think Lewis wanted to set him ablaze with his intense gaze.
"You're talking as if you'd say no."
Max shrugged, "Maybe I will."
"Will you?" Lewis arched an eyebrow and then sat back on Max's lap whose eyes were immediately drawn to the Brit's tense thighs, carrying the older's bodyweight over Max. Then out of nowhere he had the package in his hand he had thrown at Max earlier and now Max knew immediately what it was, "If I ask you to fuck me will you say 'no'?"
Max tensed at just the thougt of it, his hand on Lewis's cock getting a bit slower while the one on Lewis's back pressed against the older's skin. As if he could ever say 'no' right now. It was surreal that that would happen. Nothing would seperate him from Lewis and from having this.
"You could ask me and find out."
Lewis hummed and ripped open the package while Max tried to decipher the new sparkle in Lewis's eyes. It was still playful but also something... dangerous.
"I thought you liked things direct." Lewis mused, talking as if Max didn't have a hand around his hot cock.
"I do."
"Alright." Lewis replied curtly and to Max's surprise just grabbed his hand which was wrapped around the older's cock only to place the lube package in his palm, "Then make yourself useful and fuck me."
Max's mouth went dry at the demand, his dick twitching in his jeans at the words. Now he was quite sure he wouldn't be the one begging in the near future. He also found himself not having that big of a problem with it, surprisingly.
"Backing out now?" Lewis asked after a too long period of silence which had probably lasted only five seconds.
The words managed to reconnect Max's brain to the rest of his body and he bit down a frustrated growl at the Brit's words. As if he'd back out now. Just the question was an insult to Max and it brougt this unignorable deep craving to prove Lewis otherwise.
Leveling Lewis with an unwithering glare, he squeezed some of the lube on his hand and before he knew it he was already two fingers deep isnide Lewis.
Only a few minutes prior he had felt close to combusting with how little attention his own dick had gotten but that went all out the window when he watched the older writhing on his lap while he steadily pumpe his fingers into him, fucking in and out. The only thing he knew was that porn was now ruined for him. No one would come close to looking as lovely and wonderful in the throes of passion than Lewis. Max wouldn't be able to get it up to anything else from now on he was sure.
Lewis's insides felt hot and slick, the slide easy as Max let his finger glide along those sensitive inner walls while he fought to control the burning urge inside him to push Lewis down and just fuck him.
"Fuck..." Lewis sighed, a slight crease between his eyebrows as his eyes fluttered open to lock with Max's.
He tightened his grip on Lewis's moving hip, fingers digging into the delectable skin as he encouraged Lewis to grind against his fingers. The older's hand was back on Max's hand for support as he rolled his hips and Max just wanted to pull him closer until their bodies were pressed against each other. Fuck, now he wished he would have taken off his shirt at least.
"Look at you. Fucking lewd." Max sneered, a soft smirk playing on his lips as his eyes roamed Lewis's whole form, from his dripping hard cock to the single lone braid that manage to escape the bun, "Want another one?"
Lewis managed to glare at him with his half lidded eyes, hips continuing to meet Max's fingeres relentlessly, "You talk too much." he sniped with a tight jaw, "Get on with it before I leave."
Max pursed his lips slightly, "You really need a good dicking. So fucking bitchy." he replied amused and saw Lewis opening his mouth for another snappy reply but it obviously got stuck in his throat when Max pressed a third finger into him.
"God yes..." Lewis groaned lowly, his head lulling forward, gaze downwards as the rhythm of his hips grew faster. Desperate.
"Feels good?" Max asked, burning to hear further verbal confirmation that he was doing a good job. That he was making Lewis feel so so good.
Lewis just hummed a bit strangled and not really seeming to pay attention nor was he intenrested in having a conversation. And neither was Max really.
"Fuck, want to fuck you so bad." he whispered, the strain in his jeans slowly becoming unbearable, embarrassing desperation audible in his voice, weaved into his words and successful in beckoning Lewis closer.
A pair of soft lips crashed against this, messy and imprecise and exactly what Max needed. Immediately he sat up a bit straighter, pressing against Lewis as they bit at each other while the sloppy sound of his fingers sliding in and out of the older accompanied the experience. He smoothed his other hand over Lewis's back again and down to grab one of his ass cheeks, the flesh supple but not without the distinguishable firmness of muscles.
Lewis groaned against his lips, teeh clacking against each other and saliva escaping at the corner of their mouths. The hand on his shoulder had wandered upwards now cupping his head as Max blindly concentrated on that point of heat and Lewis aroudn him.
Lewis squeezed down around his fingers, velvet slick walls clamping down around him as Max prodded at the heat, scissoring his fingers which elicited a small whimper from Lewis, the sound almost making Max buck up his hips and that's it. He couldn't hold back anymore.
In a few frantic moves he had his pants and boxers pushed down far enough to finally escape from the oppressive tightness. A sigh of relief almost escaped him but he was far too busy with slicking up his dick. Not even the little chuckle from Lewis tempted him to stop and tease the Brit as payback.
He needed this.
"You need a fucking invitation?" he hissed, irritation making him bristle, patience running thin like a thin fragile thread pulled taut and about to snap.
Lewis gazed down at him condescendingly, unbothered, as if he was someone better. As if Max was at his mercy here. The light was making his bronze skin shine, a light sheen of sweat helping the effect and for a second Max thought it wasn't him who had Lewis in his palm but the other way around.
"Don't get cheeky." Lewis chided, voice a bit rough, and shuffled forward, hand on Max's shoulder and the other taking Max's cock who gladly let Lewis take the lead from here.
He settled both his hands on the Brit's hips now as if afraid he'd disappear and endured the few agonizing seconds until Lewis finally started to lower himself down. Alwhile Max had held his breath subconsciously until he finally slipped inside Lewis, addicting velvet heat welcoming him readily and every bit of tension left his body.
"Oh fuck... fuck, fuck, fuck." he cursed the further Lewis slipped own on him and Max had trouble keeping his instictive thoughts under control, telling him to rut up into Lewis right away.
Then in a swift motion Lewis just sat down on him, bottoming out and Max threw his head back at the sudden hot shock. Lewis moaned strangled through clenched teeth and Max has to look at him. He has to keep Lewis's pleasure striken expression in his memory, burn this image into his mind.
"Shit you're tight." he hissed, fingers digging into Lewis's hips, depserate for any kind of movement that would grant him some friction. Some fucking relief from this toture.
"You complainin'?" Lewis mumbled, voice strained and Max bit down on another 'fuck' when the older clenched around him.
Max clenched his jaw at he sassiness and with a tight grip on Lewis's hips he bucked his own upwards, grinding into the older insistently. Lewis jerked forward, a lewd moan ripped from him as he grabbed at Max's shoulders tightly and Max didn't really need any more confirmation.
For better leverage Max moved his hand to Lewis's thighs, gripping the back of them tightly just right bellow the swell of the older's ass and turned the grinding into thrusting. Keeping Lewis in place the Brit was unable to do anything than accept the pistoning of Max's hips, the younger driving his cock in and out at a moderate pace.
There was a steady warm tension building up inside him now that he was on the way to his sweet sweet release with Lewis snug, warm and wet around him, every slide getting him a step closer to his goal. His cock throbbed, pulsing with need and spuring Max on to speed up his moves, fucking up into Lewis with renewed vigor.
"G-god yeah. That's good." Lewis groans against Max's neck, making the younger tremble at the feeling of his warm breath against the sensitive skin.
Max feels hot lips against his throat, traveling along his jaw and down while he keep slamming into Lewis with everything he got. The sound of skin slapping against skin was awfully obscene but it only turned Max on more, encouraging the snapping of his hips. Despite the tight grip he has on Lewis's thighs, which will hopefully result in bruises, the Brit was rolling his hips to meet Max as good as he could and the Dutch was overwhelmed with all these senastions.
Lewis was everywhere. Around him, against him, on him. Max couldn't focus on anything else than the expensive cologne tainted with Lewis's own scent, the strong arms around him and the wet hotness his dick was enclosed by. There was only Lewis.
"Fuck 'm close." he hissed, pressing the side of his face against Lewis who was still hiding against his neck and he felt the arms around his neck tightening.
"Want- shit, want to lose already?" Lewis asked brokenly, his voice jostled by Max's thrusts.
There was the slightest hint of a smirk behind those words and Max grind his teeth agaisnt each other.
"You wish." he huffed and let go of Lewis thighs only to place his hands back on his hips and roughly pulled the Brit down on his lap, sheathing him on his cock.
A broken moan escaped Lewis to Max's delight and he started to grind his cock upwards again, holding Lewis unrelentingly in place, refusing to let the Brit move.
"O- oh, fuck... that's- Christ, right there." Lewis sighed pleadingly and Max smirked.
"Yeah? 'S good?" he asked lowly even though he knew exactly he had just hit Lewis's special spot. Time to exploit it.
Lewis only hummed as confirmation while Max continued to push his dick up, rolling his hips up leisurely but purposefully, making his cock rub against Lewis prostate relentlessly. Heat was coiling tightly inside him, growing bigger and bigger and he knew there wasn't much missing for him to reach his climax so he tried quicken the rocking motion of his hips.
He felt a slight strain in his muscles which nevertheless quickly overshadowed by the neverending stream of pleasure flowing through his body. His shirt was clinging to his body, his skin attaining sweat due to the exertion. Lewis felt equally clammy and Max was really hating his clothing now. He wanted to feel every inch of Lewis's skin agisnt his own.
Lewis was squeezing him deliciously, refusing to let him go and Max notic the Brit's subtle moves growing a bit more eratic. There were slight twiches, muscle spasms as Lewis ground down on Max's cock again and again and Max felt relieve at the fact he maybe wouldn't have to hold on for much longer.
"C'mon, Lewis." he murmured against the Brit's ear, feeling Lewis shudder against him, "Know you want to come." he growled as he felt a hand at the back of his head, threading through his hair before grabbing onto his strands tightly.
The tugging sensation sent a thrill down his spine, his cock twitching inside Lewis as his head was pulled back.
"You really can't lose." Lewis chuckled breathlessly and lifted his head to lock eyes with Max.
Lewis kept a tight hold on his hair while his dark gaze bore into Max, their labored breathing the only thing filling out the silence. Somehow Max wanted to look away but on the other hand he didn't. He couldn't.
Lewis looked divine and Max didn't want to miss a single thing. He didn't want to miss the moment Lewis would topple over the edge, pushed by Max who snapped his hips up hard, catching Lewis off guard.
Only for a singel second Lewis's expression went slack, gaze going distant before he writhed on Max's lap with a groan, his cock spurting white cum on both their fronts while clawing his hand into Max's hair.
The sight alone was enough to make Max meet his long-awaited salvation, his hips rutting desperately up into Lewis as his cock twitched with every spurt, releasing hot white ropes of cum into Lewis.
"Fuck." he groaned, slumping against the couch when he felt familiar post-orgasmic haze settle over his mind as he let go of Lewis, the sounds of their heavy breathing filling the air.
The older still had a hand in his hair although the grip was much softer now. Dark eyes regarded him lazily while he himself had his eyes closed.
"I think this was a draw."
Blue eyes snapped open, "The fuck it was. You came first."
Lewis tilted his head and leaned back, his hand falling away from Max's who immediately missed the contact, "I'm quite sure we did at the same time."
Max pursed his lips, his eyes narrowed. Then he smirked, "Alright, then I guess this calls for another round. Two out of three?"
The corners of Lewis's mouth go upwards, "Sounds fair."