"Sorry babe, I’ve got a meeting now. I’ll be real quick, m’kay? We can order some takeout after?"
"Sure," Max muttered, though slightly disappointed. It breaks their Wednesday-afternoon ritual, of spending hours in the kitchen making the weirdest combinations of food for lunch, before preparing their suitcases to wherever the plane takes them. He was looking forward to it, as he does every week.
But Lewis’ life is a busy one, he does many things off-track that need his constant attention. And the meeting is probably important, or something, but that doesn’t make the timing any less annoying.
Max paces around in the kitchen, contemplating whether or not to make his own lunch and let Lewis figure out how he’ll eat. Part of him wants to make Lewis a dish too, and interrupt the meeting to bring it to him. Their relationship is a secret, and he wouldn’t want to get any unnecessary attention on himself, but it’d be fun to let the viewers guess, too. He knows this meeting is one that’ll go public eventually, so the fans can get their hands on all this Lewis content.
Max opens the door silently to look at Lewis. He’s out of view of both the camera and Lewis and watches him talk with his hands and shiny eyes and big smile. God, he’s gorgeous like this.
It’s a shame he’s wearing that purple sweater because it hides the hickey Max left last night.
Max leans against the door opening as he watches his lover work. He’s feeling bratty today, and he’d love nothing more than to walk over to Lewis and kiss him on his cheek, or maybe make out fully with him, to interrupt this annoying meeting that interrupted their wonderful ritual. It would be hilarious, feeling Lewis blush under his touch, and hearing all those people in the call speechless.
It’d mean opening up about their relationship, and Max isn’t sure he’s ready for that.
Handing Lewis his lunch while he’s working, and ensuring nothing more than his hand is caught by the camera, might be fun to at least but a little break from this ongoing conversation and might get fans to starts speculating about this mysterious hand and who it belongs to.
Might also mean that they’re gonna guess Lewis is with a man, and it might force Lewis’ coming out and…
No, that’s not what Max wants either.
Goddamnit, he just wants to do something to make this meeting fun for himself too. He’s not gonna race on the sim or something, he can do that any day.
There’s only one unique moment where he can rattle Lewis’ work playfully without doing much harm, and that moment is now! Think brain, think!
Lewis shifts in his seat and Max watches the movement, startled. For a second he worries Lewis might shoot a glance his way and notice him standing awkwardly in the door opening. Instead, Lewis just wiggles in his position and spreads his legs a little wider, getting comfortable.
An idea hits Max as if someone turned on a lightbulb.
Max walks into the room, very careful to be on the other side of the laptop, and way out of the camera’s vision. Lewis spares a glance at him and then turns back to his screen. perfect, thinks Max, as he crawls on his knees and under the desk.
He puts his hands on Lewis’ thighs and it elicits a surprised gasp from him. Max winks from under the table, and massages Lewis’ thighs some more, unbothered by him.
One of Lewis’ hands finds Max’s, and he holds it in position. Max moves a finger from his other hand to his lips and makes a shushing sound. Lewis takes a deep breath, and Max sees this as encouragement.
He moves his free hand to Lewis’ waistband and pulls the pants down as far as he can. Lewis’ hand only leaves Max’s for a moment, to wiggle himself out of his pants, and let the fabric fall to the ground.
Oh, Max thinks, he’s into this.
In normal, healthy, out-in-the-open relationships, people probably talk about stuff like this. They probably sit around the table and go, "Hello love, I had this idea I want to try out. Here are the details, let me know your thoughts" and the other will take some time to think of it, and then they’ll surprise the first one a little while later with this idea again or something.
Lewis and Max have never been like that. They were drawn to each other like magnets of opposite sides, they crashed into each other, hungry and full of desire and adrenaline. A spark was lit, and the flame that grew from it got bigger and hotter with every touch.
They rarely talk about stuff like this. They dive into it, and if someone doesn’t like it, they’ll stop and respect it, try something else. They make a decision and roll with it. Like this relationship — they knew it’d be better if they kept it a secret from everyone else, and see how it’ll grow. Maybe it would’ve ended up nowhere, maybe it was something they tried and decided to quit later on. It’s been over a year, and they’re both still very happy. If they survive all of this season, maybe they’ll go public after it. They’re continuously figuring out things as they go, and thus far it all worked rather well, why stop?
So Max places soft kiss after kiss onto Lewis’ thighs, sees how his dick grows in interest. There’s something special about Lewis’ dick — maybe it’s Lewis, maybe it’s the dick, but Max always finds himself hungry for it. He licks a stripe from the bottom to the tip and cleans the head of its pre-come. Max smirks as he watches Lewis’ chest heave and how he breathes faster and faster, and yet makes no move to push Max away or cut the call of short.
Max checks his watch, two hours, Lewis had said.
An hour and a half left. Good.
Max parts his lips and places the softest kiss on Lewis’ cockhead, his dick now fully hard in Max’s hold. Max smirks right before he opens his mouth and slides Lewis into him inch by inch.
And once Lewis is fully stuffing his mouth, he stops moving.
Lewis tentatively lets out a breath he had been holding, and his hand falls in Max’s hair, fingers tangling in the brown mess. His hand weighs heavy on Max’s head and Max knows it’s to keep him there, to let him know that they’re on the same wavelength and that Lewis is into this too.
So Max shifts around in his compromised position and tries to find a way to make his knees hurt a little bit less, and then he focuses entirely on the weight of Lewis’ dick inside his mouth, heavy on his tongue, warm against his palate. He closes his eyes and feels surrounded by all of Lewis — he’s in Lewis’ apartment, Lewis’ voice is echoing all over the room as he talks and talks, his fingers are scratching soft circles in Max’s hair, Max smells Lewis’ skin and-
God, he wishes he could stay here forever.
Before he knows it, Lewis says his goodbyes and shuts his laptop close. He pushes the table back a bit, and places his hand in Max’s hair again, petting him softly.
Max feels like he had fallen asleep with Lewis’ dick in his mouth, at complete serenity and nothing needed from him, just pure relaxation curling around his muscles while he breathes in and out slowly.
So when Lewis scratches his scalp, Max feels like he awakens from some sort of haze — like he stood on the doorstep of dreamland and was about to head in, but got dragged away from it instead. He doesn’t mind though, not when he hears the praising words shaped in a low tremble from Lewis’ mouth, "Oh baby you scared me when you came here, but you’ve been so good for me, waiting till this meeting was over, sitting all pretty. It took so much self-control of me to not just shut my laptop the second you touched me, awh babe, look at you, so gorgeous with my dick in your mouth. You’re so pretty."
Max smiles happily as he looks up at Lewis, and then because he still feels bratty, he swipes his tongue under Lewis’ cockhead and Lewis makes this gorgeous, filthy, punched-out noise of surprise.
Max takes this as encouragement, so he bobs his head up and down as he takes Lewis fully, sucking him off like the cherry atop this cake. Lewis’ hand in Max’s hair strengthens as he uses it as a lifeline, holding onto Max’s head while Max hollows his cheeks and sucks Lewis off with passion.
"Max-" Lewis moans, and Max swears he’ll never get used to the way his name sounds like on Lewis’ tongue, "I-I’m so close-"
Max moans around Lewis’ dick — if Lewis is gonna keep up these moans and this praise, he’s definitely gonna come in his pants from the whole experience alone.
He refocuses on getting Lewis to come first, hands finding his thighs as he massages them roughly, tongue swirling around Lewis’ cock, and voice emitting low trembles to give Lewis just that extra vibration around his dick.
"Max- babe- oh God, I’m gonna-"
And with that, Max moves his head back from most of Lewis’ dick, only keeping his cock head in and preparing himself for Lewis’ load, waiting as if to say, "Give it to me, babe".
Lewis’ hot spurts come in mere seconds later, and Max focuses on taking it all, swallowing every last bit, even if some of it gets out of his mouth, mixing with his saliva.
Max takes a second to breathe after he swallowed everything down. Then he moves back to Lewis’ softening dick to give him kitten licks, cleaning him up.
Once he deems everything clean, he sits back on his heels and looks up at Lewis. Lewis’ eyes are blown wide, his hair is a mess from where he ran his fingers through, and he’s still panting.
Max just smiles, but his voice is deeply fucked when he speaks, "So, how was the meeting?"