Noah looked at the gorgeous man standing in front of him. Grinning madly, feeling pretty triumphant about his latest conquest. Now, if he could just get to the bedroom, then everything would be just fine. But his new room mate made that impossible. He looked annoyed at Maximilien before he took his attention back to the man before him. ''If you'll excuse me for a minute...'' He would have added a name there, if he knew what the stranger's name was. Like he even cared. This was no strings attached, and that was how he liked it. He walked over to Maximilien, looking coldly at him. ''Well, I was trying to get laid, as you can see.'' He crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes, looking viciously at him now. ''But I don't suppose that's something you're familiar with, am I right? You should try it, maybe it will help loosen you up a bit. You're so... Tight.'' He took a step closer, poking Maximilien in his chest, ''And don't you dare use that tone with me.'' Without a backwards glance he grabbed the stranger's hand, dragging him into his bedroom, smacking the door loudly behind him, wincing as soon as he was inside. Oh great, he just hoped he hadn't woken the baby up. That would be just his luck. How was he supposed to get laid, while he could hear baby cries. And he was sure Maximilien would come barging in, either strangling him, or torturing him slowly. He knew how hard it was to get little Jonathan to calm down. He had tried countless times... And given up. Usually leaving it to Maximilien, until guilt consumed him. That was his best friends child, and he had agreed to be one of the Godparents. He had promised to take care of that child. There was the guilt again. He brushed it off, not wanting to dwell on it right now. Slowly, he stalked towards his prey.

Noah was fuming. In a matter of second he had grabbed the front of Maximilens shirt in his fist, bringing them nose to nose almost, ''What the fuck did you just do?'' He hissed through clenched teeth, while yanking his shirt at every word. ''Aids? You stupid, idiot! Aids?!'' He was almost yelling now, ''I will make sure you will pay for this if a rumor like that goes around. I will advice you to do something about that. Right now.'' He pushed Maximilien harshly away from him, running a hand through his hair, sighing frustrated, ''Fuck, now everyone will believe that I have fucking Aids! What the hell were youthinking!'' He stomped over to his wardrobe, snatching a plain white shirt out from there, throwing it on, before he walked past Maximilien, pushing him once again on his way out from the bedroom. He was so angry right now that he couldn't even stand to look at him. There was the guilt again. He knew Maximilien was right. He should spend more time with the baby. He had a responsibility now, and that meant he had to change some ways about his life. He just had a hard time doing so. And it didn't help that one of his best friends had died recently and his wife who had come to matter so much for him, and he was now left with their child. It pained him every time he thought about that night where he had received a phone call. Telling them about Johannes' and Jacinthe's car crash. He couldn't even remember who had called. The whole night was just one big blur. He had lost his childhood friend. They had been together through so much, and always been there for each other. Johannes had been the only constant thing in his life. Suddenly all these emotions just became too much. He turned around on the spot, snapping at Maximilien, because he didn't know how to handle all this otherwise. ''And don't you dare tell me that I don't take any responsibilities for Jonathan! Because I fucking do! And excuse me if I'm not so good at all this parenting thing as you! We can't all be fucking great, now can we!'' He closed his eyes warily, slumping down in the couch, head in hands.

Ouch. Those words fucking hurt! It wasn't the first time he'd been called a whore. But that didn't mean it didn't hurt. Because it did. Especially when it came from Maximilien's mouth, it hurt somewhat more. He knew he had a very active sexual life, but that didn't mean he was a whore. He remembered that a lot of the people he had slept with had called him in those precise words, ''A good for nothing whore.'' Especially when they realized all there would ever be between them was sex. It had hurt less when it came from strangers. It was different with Maximilien. Sometimes he felt so ashamed of himself. Like he had no direction in life. He was just heading off into the unknown, but that 'unknown' place always seemed so hopeless. He didn't have anyone around him who cared, or anyone he cared about. All there ever was were Johannes. They had been like brothers. He tried to appear unaffected by the words, looking coldly at Maximilien, ''Don't you ever call me that again. Ever. I wouldn't come anywhere near your cock if you were the last man on this earth.'' At Maximilien's last words, he forced down a lump in his throat, thinking about the orphaned child that was left behind. A child he was supposed to care for. Make sure would have a wonderful life no matter what. A child who his best friend had trusted him with. Who in their right mind would ever trust their baby to be in good hands when it comes to me, he thought bitterly to himself. He had panicked the moment he'd been told he was supposed to take care of the child now. With Maximilien. He had cursed Johannes to hell and back again. Several times. And then been so guilty about the whole thing he had walked to the graveyard, silently begging for forgiveness. Promising to do his best. So here he was. And it was all going downhill. He had a hard time agreeing with Maximilien on anything. And they always had pointless rows. ''I assure you, that I can take care of that child. And I will.''

Noah was so ready to wipe that malicious smile off Maximilien's face, but he kept himself in check. He didn't like violence, but something about Maximilien just set him off. It always did. They always had these rows. They were all pointless somehow. But this one had cut deeper than any other. He wasn't sure if they could mend things again afterwards. He didn't even know if he wanted to. But he had to. Since there was a baby involved. Every word the other man fired off cut him deeply. He knew he would soon push him over the edge if this continued. And Noah wasn't sure how he would react than. ''I swear to god, that if you call me that, one more time, I'll make sure you regret it.'' He was clenching his fists now, looking at Maximilien with hatred in his eyes. He wasn't sure if it was a hatred directed at Maximilien, or if it was just a hatred he was feeling towards himself. Painful memories came forth in his mind at those words, but he pushed them away. Not wanting to deal with them right now. ''Am I not allowed to bring home any company? It isn't my concern your own sexual life is lacking. You don't need to take it out on me.'' He smiled nastily at Maximilien, ''Although... It isn't any wonder, now is it. You're so uptight.'' Right now he just wanted to lash out on anyone, and hurt them so badly. He knew he was being an idiot, but that didn't matter right now. He felt dread at the mention of taking care of the baby alone tomorrow. Alone! How was he supposed to do that. But there was no way in hell he would let the other man know that he was on the verge of freaking out by the thought. He composed himself and looked nonchalantly at Max. ''Don't worry. Of course I'll take care of him. He's my godson too.'' But inside he was panicking. He had a deadline tomorrow. Now he needed to find a way to postpone it. And secondly, how was he supposed to take care of the baby alone? He couldn't even manage with Maximilien in the house. He felt so useless when it came to the baby. He ignored the rest of what the other man said, instead snapping at him, ''Don't call him John. His name is Jonathan! His parents named him that, so that's what we are going to call him.''

Noah was seething, trying his hardest to calm down. ''I do respect my body, I'll have you know. Me enjoying sex doesn't mean that I don't respect my own body. Because I do.'' He sneered, looking Maximilien right in his eyes. Daring him to say one more word about it. He was tired of this fight. He was sick and tired of the empty feeling he had right now, that was slowly consuming him.It had started as soon as the fight had begun, and Maximilien had called him a whore. Of course he would never let on how much it had hurt him. He shrugged it all off, bringing his attention to the matter of the child. ''I am not a posh!'' He said, scowling at Max. ''I'm just saying the poor boy doesn't need such endearments from you. You'll just embarrass him. His name is J o n a t h a n.'' He spelled out slowly, while he huffed, crossing his arms across his chest. The panicking feeling was still there, but he was determined to show that he could take care of Jonathan. At 6 am he woke to the sound of a crying infant, but he just buried his head in his pillow, like always, expecting Maximilien to take care of that. He frowned when the cries didn't stop, until he remembered Maximilien had an audition today, and had to leave early. He swore while getting out of bed, fumbling for his boxers. Finally finding them, he shuffled into the nursery, taking Jonathan out of his little cut, holding him out at a distance, staring at him in bewilderment like he was some alien creature. ''What do you want little guy?'' He asked, looking like he actually expected an answer from the baby, who just continued crying. Oh no. He probably needed to change diapers, right? He placed the baby on the changing station, unbuttoned his little pajamas, all the while dreading how he would proceed with this. He scrunched up his nose in disgust, suddenly feeling a lot of respect for Maximilien for actually managing to do something that was this disgusting. The worst part was getting little Jonathan cleaned. He tried closing his eyes while doing so, but that didn't really work. He sighed in frustration, finally just forcing himself to do it. After half an hour he was sure he had managed to do it all right. Rather satisfied with himself he went to the bathroom to wash his hands at least 20 times, before he fed Jonathan, relaxing when the baby finally stopped the crying. ''See, I can do this.'' He whispered out into the empty living room where he currently sat at the couch, tickling Jonathan, delighting in the little baby's gurgling laughs. The rest of the day went similar. At one point the baby had been crying for two hours straight, and he was so exhausted and close to giving up, calling Maximilien for help, but he refused to do so. He had tried everything Max had mentioned but it seemed like nothing worked really. He wanted to start crying himself out of frustration since he was at a loss. All had gone so well. He had been changed, fed several times, applied creme to his gums, giving him something to chew on, but now it was afternoon and the infant wouldn't stop crying again. Tiredly Noah took down a children's book, settling himself in the couch yet again, with Jonathan against his chest. With a soft quiet voice he began reading from ''Peter Pan.'' Seeing how Jonathan's eyes started to droop slowly. Oh. How was he so stupid. The baby had been tired. Babies went to sleep early right? He mentally smacked himself, but glad that he had managed to figure it out for himself. Not long after did he follow suit, falling asleep on the couch, with Jonathan snuggled into his chest.