Almost Smut (Sorry For Teasing, I Guess?)
Max was still eagerly chatting with the shorter man when they both were shooed out of the breakfast area due to it not being breakfast time anymore. Walking down one of the hotel hallways, a train of thought was forming in Max's mind.
"Hey Ryan?", he asked, dark eyes shining in the bright lights.
"Um, yes?" Max noticed how Ryan's voice always sounded more nervous when around Max, much more careful.
"Do you wanna check out my setup? I was planning to actually still record some shit while in New York, so... wanna see it?" Max took note of how Ryan hesitated, the nearly impossible to catch quiver of his bottom lip.
"Er... Sure!" Ryan felt his face heat up as he noticed Max's eyes focused on his lips. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion for both of them. There was a kind of unspoken knowledge in the air, a whispered secret.
"Perfect.", Max said, grabbing Ryan's wrist so that they could move faster down the hall to the elevator. Once they were there, standing in front of it, it seemed as if no one was around them to disrupt the tension. Ryan felt like his whole body was on fire. Max, on the other hand, was observing, not letting go of his steely grip on Ryan's wrist. Max used his free hand to push the 'Up' button, his eyes flashing as he caught a glimpse of Ryan's hesitant form. It was a few seconds of silence before Max spoke again.
"By the way, I like your mask." Ryan looked up as the other spoke, to be met with Max's sharp stare. He told himself frantically that he needed to keep it together, that just being around the other man shouldn't do this to him. Max, staring into Ryan's eyes, could practically hear his thoughts, as it was all on his face, in his expression. He let out a dark chuckle, sending Ryan into another level of panic. The elevator door opened and Max more or less dragged Ryan inside of it, mentally sighing, glad it was empty. It was in the elevator that Max released the other's wrist, causing Ryan to rub it with his other hand, the red ring quite evident. Max noted that it only seemed to make Ryan more flustered and didn't upset him, before filing the thought under 'important information'. Ryan felt like Max's eyes were burning his skin. Being alone had drastically changed the environment and the feeling between the two of them.
"You uh... You alright, Ryan? ", Max breathed, his eyes trained on Ryan's lips for any sign of nervousness. Ryan opened his mouth to speak, but no noise came out. Max was very tempted to slam him against the elevator wall right then and there, but he was torn away as the door dinged and opened.
"We're here!", Max piped up cheerily, turning away and acting like nothing had happened. Ryan paused for a moment, attempting to stay calm, but found he couldn't stop himself from heating up. He finally stepped out of the elevator before following Max down the hallway to the other's room. Max reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, removing the hotel key card.
"Oh shit, uh, I actually have to take a quick shower. You can check out my stuff though, okay?" Max slid the card through the slot and opened the door, allowing Ryan inside. Ryan, however, was occupied with thoughts of Max taking a shower, staring into space. Max, with a laugh, snapped.
"Uh, buddy... You okay?" Ryan, drawn back, nodded slowly, stepping inside the hotel room, the words not processing with the distracted Ryan. Max shut the door behind them before striding towards the bathroom door, opening it. As he stepped inside, he bit his tongue, daring to try something. He shut the door, but left it open just a crack, leaving a clear view into the bathroom and shower. Ryan, on the other hand, sprinted over to the desk where Max's laptop and microphone were set up. He stared at it intensely, trying to distract his thoughts, but failed. After setting his mask down, he, very hesitantly, walked back and forth, before his eyes caught on the ajar bathroom door. He reached forward to close it, but froze as Max moved into view, shirtless. Ryan felt his breath catch in his throat and his face redden as Max's hands brushed at the edge of his own jeans, before pulling down. After his jeans were off, Ryan's eyes trailed back up from the floor to Max's 'waist'. He couldn't help but feel horribly filthy as his own hazel eyes grazed over Max's form, but he couldn't tear them away. Glancing up at the other's face, he found that Max had a half irked face, staring at something. Following his gaze, Ryan nearly coughed violently, overwhelmed with heat at the sight of Max's already half-hard dick. Max had, evidently, pulled his underwear off while Ryan was zoning out in the other's eyes. Ryan tried time after time again to pull his eyes away, but felt unable, the suspense building in his throat as Max turned away, turning the shower on.
Max likes hot showers, Ryan noted, heart beating too quickly. He felt like he was breaking the rules, but it was addicting, and he couldn't stop. Max stepped into the already steaming shower and grabbed the body wash, taking extra care to rub his slightly calloused hands all over his own body. When it came to shampoo, he found his own hands tangled in his dark hair, breathing heavy. Ryan was still standing in the doorway, open mouthed and warm. Too warm. He was overcome with feelings and felt himself almost whining, needing something. Max shortly thereafter finished with his shower, turning the water off. He stood there, dripping, skin gleaming, and Ryan felt his knees grow weak, imagining that man's hands gripping his hips roughly. Finally, grabbing a towel, Max dried off his hair withing a few minutes, before wrapping it around his waist. Seeing him look at the door, Ryan bolted, sprinting over to sit in Max's desk chair. The door opened and Max paused, looking at a flustered, sweating, nearly panting Ryan with a quirked eyebrow.
"You look... Uh... You alright?" Ryan started to nod, but cut off as Max walked up to him, a smirk settling on his face.
"Or, should I say, did you enjoy the show?" Ryan froze and clenched his thighs together, mouth agape. He wanted to speak but, yet again, no noise came out.
Steven was tired. He was holding a book that he knew he had to read, but just wasn't feeling it. When Anthony wasn't visiting him, this book was all he had. Ironically, the book was a WiiU instructions manual, so there wasn't much variety. After hearing his hospital room's door open, he looked up. He was met with a grinning Anthony. Sitting up slightly, his own green eyes gleamed.
"Anthony! Did you bring me presents?" Anthony paused, raising an eyebrow.
"I... No?"
"Aww..." Steven made his best puppy dog face and whined.
"I wanted pwesents!" Anthony rolled his eyes, continuing to skip over to Steven. The taller man leaned down and kissed him on the forehead. Steven smiled, his face tinted pink.
"Hey Anth?" Anthony pulled away, grinning down at the bedridden man.
"Yes?"
"If I get out of this alive, do you promise to suck my dick?" Anthony tilted his head before hissing with laughter, looking away, covering his face with one hand.
"I... I guess?" Steven did a small fist pump, face lighting up.
"Yesss!"
"Jesus Christ dude... I think you need to calm down." Steven giggled lightly, as if they were sitting at home and not in the hospital.
"Besides, this hospital sucks. I don't even have my phone to play any PokemonGo! All my gyms are going to get taken away..." At that, Anthony hit himself in the forehead.
"Dammit! I meant to bring you your phone... Shit, sorry..."
"Whatever. It's fine. I have a very interesting book to read." Steven held up the book sarcastically, rolling his eyes.
"Wait is that... Is that my WiiU manual? Why do you... how did you...?"
"I, uh... I'm not sure. It just kinda... appeared." Anthony shook his head, sighing.
"We really need to pull ourselves together... Actually, want me to just stop back home and come back with your phone?"
"Oh, uh, sure! I wonder if there is a hospital gym..." Anthony couldn't help but grin a bit wider, ruffling Steven's hair with one hand.
"Alright, see you in a bit, my prince." Steven slapped Anthony's hand away, face red.
"I th- well, you- D-Don't-!"
"Just two words and you lose it. Alright, noted."
"Whatever, asshat."
"Hey now, I'm the one getting you your phone!"
"Mhm, okay. You'll pr- You'll probably delete PokemonGo off of it before you give it back!" Anthony clutched one hand to his chest, gasping.
"I would never!"
"Mhm, suuure."
"Well, seeya later, nerd."
"Seeya, idiot." At that, Anthony just smiled softly, before leaning down to kiss Steven square on the lips, letting one of his hands tangle in the other's curly brown hair. Steven leaned up into the kiss almost desperately, his hands trailing to Anthony's shirt, clutching it. After a few seconds, Anthony pulled away, his hand still gripping Steven's hair. The look shared between green eyes and brown eyes said all that needed to be said before they both let go, Anthony stuffing his hands in his pockets and walking out.
At home, another Anthony was frustrated. The thing causing said frustration was John's inability to make toast without burning it.
"O- Jesus Christ, just... Just don't cook it for more than five minutes, John!"
"But I like the edges crispy!"
"You aren't crisping the edges, you're fucking destroying the toast. That's not-"
"Hey, maybe I like eating ash. You don't know me."
"I know- I d- I know how humans work, and humans can't eat ash?"
"Yes they can, idiot! Watch-" John started to reach for the toaster, actually about to pull the still cooking toast out with his bare hand, but Anthony grabbed his wrist.
"Hey-!"
"You..." Anthony rubbed the bridge of his own nose with his free hand, disappointed.
"Were you-... Were you about to pull that out with your bare hand?"
"I-... Maybe."
"Are you... You're fucking stupid sometimes, John." John looked away, but Anthony moved his free hand from his own face to John's, turning his head to look at Anthony.
"But, even if you are a complete idiot, you're my idiot, okay?" John just responded by blushing and Anthony pecked him on the lips, causing John to stumble backwards into a wall, Anthony getting dragged with him.
"Huh. W-Well this is kink-" Before John could finish his flustered sentence, the toast popped out of the toaster, mostly just burnt and crumbled bits, causing both of the men to jump, eyes wide.
"H-Holy shit that... Jesu-" The front door to the apartment opened and a certain ChilledChaos walked from the living room into the kitchen.
"Are you- wait. DID SMARTY BREAK MY TOASTER?" His dark brown eyes turned accusingly to the guilty looking John that then started giggling.
"N-No?"
"Oh my god. Well, you two can have kinky sex in a second. I'm getting Steven's phone and then leaving." He walked out, looking for Steven's phone while Anthony and John just stared at each other, vaguely confused. After a few minutes of silence, they heard the front door open and close. John opened his mouth to speak, but Anthony pressed his own onto the other's very quickly silencing him.
Meanwhile, Adam was pouting. He was sitting in the backseat of a car being driven by Shaun and co-driven by Scott. The two of them were bickering as they drove to the building PAX was going to be held in. Shaun and Scott had, evidently, been asked to check up on the different rooms and make sure everything was in tip-top shape. Adam was not having a fun time. When they reached the building, Adam begrudgingly got out of the car and followed the two men into a tall building. After getting through the doorway, Scott turned to him.
"Alright, you can wander around for a bit, Shaun and I need to take care of a few things, alright." Adam hesitantly nodded, and the other two men walked off quickly, before heading down an unseen hallway. Adam sat down on a small metal bench inside the entrance and pulled his phone out. He was just planning to listen to music.
"You know, this is kind of an asshole thing to do.", Scott pointed out, only to be shushed by Shaun.
"No, this is a great idea."
"It really isn't."
"Um, I think you should be quiet." Shaun paused, before grabbing Scott's wrist and pulling him into an empty room that appeared to be for meetings. Shutting the door behind them, he surveyed it. There was a long table, square, with about a dozen or so plastic chairs around it.
"Perfect.", Shaun whispered, mostly to himself, before turning to Scott. Scott rolled his eyes, but didn't protest as Shaun roughly pushed him against the wall with the door, eyes blazing. As Shaun let his mouth wander over the other's neck, Scott snorted.
"You're all teeth, asshole."
"Shut the fuck up, I bite."
"Make me, bitch." At that, Shaun's eyes started glaring even more, and he bit down on Scott's shoulder, eliciting a hiss from the other man, who proceeded to move his hands down and roughly grip the other's hips, his fingers seemingly digging right into the bones. Shaun silently pulled his teeth away to get a good look at Scott's face. He noticed Scott was staring at him with a kind of mixture of disgust and hatred, and Shaun easily returned the look.
"C'mon, I know you love me.", Shaun teased, a soft smirk finding it's way onto his face.
"I do, but goddammit you're stubborn." Scott moved his hands up slightly, gripping the edge of the other's shirt. Shaun complied, lifting his arms up, letting his shirt be removed easily. Shaun's look of calm shifted into anger again as Scott's hands moved to his jeans.
"Now now, you know that isn't fair. We are equals, I'm not going to be your bottom bitch." Scott simply rolled his eyes, pulling his own shirt off quickly so that he could get to work on the other's jeans.
"Better now, fucking whiny bitch?"
"Yes. Much." Despite their words, the two couldn't help but smile at each other, having gone through the same painful, stubborn process many times.
Back at the hospital, Anthony was smiling to himself as he walked down the hospital hallway, holding Steven's phone and humming. Reaching the familiar door again, he pushed it open with his free hand. Skipping over to the bed, Steven made grabby hands at the phone, his eyes lighting up. Anthony felt a bit mean as he set the phone on the bedside table just out of Steven's reach, but he had a devious plan.
"H-Hey! I can't- You just- I can't reach it n-" Before Steven could finish his statement, Anthony crawled onto the bed, straddling Steven. Steven paused, taking a few moments to collect himself, before continuing.
"What the fu-" He was again interrupted by Anthony as the taller man closed the space in between their lips. This time, it was Steven's turn to let his hand's explore Anthony's hair. Pulling gently on the dark mess of hair, Steven caused Anthony's back to arch. Anthony broke the kiss but Steven, still wanting payback for surprising him, pulled a bit harder, dragging a soft noise out of the red faced Anthony.
"St-Steven, I-" He broke off as Steven tugged again, more rough this time. Anthony buried his face into Steven's shoulder with embarrassment as he started to grind his hips against the other's. Steven chuckled, letting Anthony's hair go.
'So... Why?" Anthony was unable to answer, his arms now wrapped around Steven's torso as he continued his movements.
"O- Okay. You- We need to stop." Anthony shook his head 'No' against Steven's shoulder, mumbling something.
"W- We're in a public place-!", Steven hissed, trying not to let the other's movements affect him. Anthony moved his face away, revealing how red it was, and stuttered out a snide comment.
"I-I bet I look l-like a slut..." Steven's eyes softened and he ran his hands along Anthony's chest.
"Aww... you do!" Anthony looked very offended and stopped moving his hips.
"Hey now! Just because I'm a floozy- Well... I guess..." The Italian snorted awkwardly.
"Uh, technically... Yeah. I guess I am!" He moved away, now just sitting next to Steven.
"So, uh."
"We aren't telling anyone that this happened."
"Ever. Agreed." Anthony got off of the bed and grabbed Steven's phone, handing it to him.
"Still, uh, Anth, I'd like some explanation."
"Well, ya see, the gay assholes back at my house were making out, and it wasn't fair that I didn't get to..."
"Wait... GaLm and Smarty?" Anthony froze, remembering that Steven wasn't there and, therefore, didn't know.
"Oh, shit. Uh... U-Um. Yep." Steven's green eyes sharpened.
"I fucking knew it! Smarty was always so gay..."
"Yep, even gayer than us."
"Well, I wouldn't go that far." Anthony giggled, feeling at home here, in this hospital room.
"So, by the way, I'm taking you out for frozen yogurt first thing after you get out."
"You better, ass."
"Hey!"
Adam hummed to the tune of the music. It would only be two hours until PAX was officially open. He frowned as a distant slam of something metal followed by what sounded like a gunshot cut through his music, but he dismissed it, figuring that Scott and Shaun were just up to no good. He had put some of his favorite songs on shuffle, but felt a sting as the song 'Nine In The Afternoon' started playing. He knew it wasn't good when he felt hot tears falling down his face. To his eyes, the building was gone, and all he could see was Anthony. Sweet, innocent Anthony. His Anthony.