Noah tapped his fingers against the table he was currently sitting at. He looked at his current date and hid a bored yawn behind his hand. He kept looking at the clock, tapping his foot against the floor in a little rhythm. ''So, uhm.. What do you work with?'' He black haired man sitting opposite him asked, smiling at him. Well, the man was gorgeous, but it just seemed his mind was everywhere else right at this moment. And he was just his tool tonight. ''I'm a fashion designer.'' He replied shortly, forgetting so ask the man the same question. ''Really?'' The man, Thomas, said surprised, ''Wait.. I can actually see that. So, do you have your own clothing line?'' The poor man was truly interested in this date, and Noah, so he did his best to keep the conversation going and seem genuinely interested. ''No.'' Noah answered, ''I mean, not yet. I'm working on it. It's hard work. We're in America. The competition is hard.'' He answered and then tried to be more polite. ''So, what about you?'' He asked, trying to keep eye contact with the man. ''I'm currently studying law.'' Thomas said. Noah raised an eyebrow, images flashing through his mind of being fucked in an office. ''Ah, interesting. So you're going to be a lawyer?'' The man nodded, ''I'll take over my Father's company.'' This man would certainly be a suitable partner, but really, he wasn't a relationship guy. He just hoped this man was a nice fuck. But the problem was, he wasn't really in the mood tonight for some reason. Finally the door opened, and he looked up, immediately spotting Maximilien walking in with his date in tow. He looked back at Thomas. ''Do you mind if we join a friend of mine? More company is always fun.'' Thomas frowned at Noah, ''Oh.. I.. I guess we could. If you want too.'' Noah got to his feet, and smirked to himself. Guys never said no to him. He slowly made his way over to the table Maximilien was occupying, ''Ah, Max... What a surprise. We could have gotten here together if you had told me where you were going with your date. Mind if we join you?'' He didn't even pay attention to Nathan. Ignoring him coldly.

''Thomas.'' The man answered, forcing a polite smile. ''Yes, yes, now we all know each others names, and all, splendid. Now, sit down. I'm starving.'' Noah huffed, rolling his eyes, sighing in frustration as Thomas latched onto his arm. He picked the menu up and looked at it for a long while, and then lifted his head up, looking directly at Nathan, smirking, ''Woah, Nathan, honey. These dishes are almost only with meat. There's only a few vegetarians one. Already failing at the first date? Max is a vegetarian.'' He clicked with his tongue, making a 'tsk' sound. Thomas lifted an eyebrow, looking at Maximilien, ''Vegetarian? And why is that? You're missing out on a lot.'' He said, like it was a big deal. Noah turned his head towards Thomas and almost snapped at him, ''And why is that any of your business? You like meat. I like meat. We enjoy it. Max doesn't. It's all about preferences. End of story.'' He made it clear that the subject was closed. He knew that Maximilien really hated talking about it, not that Noah could understand exactly why, but Maximilien was all about Animal rights. Noah just enjoyed various food too much to give up on meat. There wasn't really more to it. He gestured to the Waitress, deciding they could at least start out with something to drink, before they ordered the food. ''Give me the best wine you have.'' He said, she just nodded and went off again. ''So!'' Noah exclaimed. ''What are you guys doing later, hm? I was wondering, we could go to that new club tonight. I can get us a VIP room.'' He made eye contact with Nathan again, smirking rather self-satisfied. ''What do you say?''

Noah winked back at Maximilien, raising his glass, readying for a toast. ''Let's make a toast for...'' Thomas interrupted with ''For Noah's upcoming clothing line.'' While Noah at the same time said, ''For edible arses and delicious cocks.'' At that Thomas just stared at him, blinking once, twice, licking his lips. ''That too.'' He breathed, looking at Noah with darkening eyes. But Noah didn't see this, as he was busy watching Maximilien, ''Wrong wine?'' He frowned. ''I can order another one if you want. I mean.. If you don't like this one.'' Oh shit, was he REALLY babbling like a fool right now?! He needed to get his act together. He took a sip from his own glass, looking for another waitress so he could order. ''I didn't think that.. New fashion designers earned this much money.'' Thomas questioned, wondering exactly how Noah even could pay for all this, and get VIP tickets to clubs. ''Rich parents.'' Was all Noah said, brushing him off, hoping no one would ask him more about his parents. That was one way to ruin his mood completely. ''And one thing, Thomas. You never question your date about money. Especially not on the first date.'' Thomas looked apologetic at him, clearly wanting to apologize, ''I'm sorr-'', Noah huffed, ''Leave it alone.'' Thomas looked nervously at Maximilien and Nathan, clearly bewildered about how one handled Noah. Clearly he didn't have the slightest idea about how Noah was when he got defensive. ''You're something else.'' Thomas muttered under his breath, but looked adoringly at Noah. ''So Nathan'' Noah began, ''What exactly do you do? Besides picking men up at Parks with cheesy lines.'' He asked, while swirling the wine in his glass.

''Will you both just stop!'' Noah said quietly, gripping the glass tightly in his hand. If he added a bit more pressure he would probably break the delicate glass in his hand. He looked up with furious eyes, directing them at Thomas. ''For your information, Thomas.'' He began tersely, ''That woman you're talking so rudely about was my best friend too and she is fucking dead!. If you want to join her, then by all means, continue acting like a bastard.'' He took the bottle of wine, not even asking anyone around the table if they wanted a glass more, before he poured something in his own glass, gulping it all down at once. He was fuming! And if they didn't stop this stupid row he knew he would do something stupid. But something was bothering him, because he felt like Thomas was mocking Maximilien. He continued in a low dangerous tone. ''And no, you certainly don't need a study to become a dancer. But you don't get a free ticket to dance on Broadway either.'' He snapped, pouring a glass of wine again, feeling lightheaded suddenly. ''Prude? Slut? Make up your mind. And you certainly don't have to wait and see what will enter between your legs tonight.'' He was reaching for the bottle again, when Thomas snapped it away from his, looking completely stricken. ''I'm sorry! I-I didn't know! God, I'm such a jerk. I'm deeply sorry for your loss.'' He said sounding quite sincere, leaving the bottle out from Noah's reach. ''Maybe it would be best if we just left now.'' Thomas suggested quietly. ''I don't share what's mine.'' Noah just laughed bitterly at this, nodding to Maximilien, ''You heard Max, didn't you? I don't really do second dates.'' Thomas grinned at this, ''I know. I knew that when I asked you out. It's not like I haven't heard about you.'' He leered, and this time Noah just stared wide-eyed at him, paling slightly. The man continued, ''Oh come on, everyone knows all they'll ever get from you is a nice fuck. I mean, you're not the type of guy someone settles down with, are you? If you were, I would definitely say yes to you. And I know you were only looking for a fuck tonight. But... As I said. I wouldn't be opposed to more dates with you.'' He gave Noah's arm a gentle squeeze, like he hadn't just insulted him, practically telling him that all he was good for was sex. He made eye-contact with Nathan and could see the bloody fool was grinning widely at him with a nasty look. He tried to say something but couldn't get a word passed his lips. He was used to this. Sometimes dates admitted it in front of him. That they knew that it would only end with a fuck. And sometimes they would be lucky if he actually called them again. But he flushed in embarrassment because Maximilien of all people was witnessing this. And Max had called him a whore before. This just confirmed it.

Noah had looked at Maximilien through lustful eyes, while Max had finally showed just how angry he could actually get. And fuck, if he didn't look all hot and sexy in his state of anger. If it wouldn't have been too rude or public, Noah would have slammed him up against the table, and fucked him hard, right there and then. But sadly, he was sure Max would never allow him to go even anywhere near him. He knew he wasn't Max's type. So while he followed Max out from the restaurant he was rather bewildered when he suddenly felt himself being pressed up against a wall, angry and demanding lips moving against his own. He'd been so bloody turned on since Maximilien had stood up for him against Nathan. Just the look on his angry face would turn any man on. If it didn't, well, then they were crazy. He moaned into the kiss, threading his fingers in Max's black messy hair, taking a good grip, yanking his head away by the hair, ''You complete and utter idiot!'' He hissed, and then bit down hard on Max's delicious plump lips. Oh god. His heart was beating furiously, and he was sure it would stop anytime now. At least he would have got what he had lusted after since forever. He felt euphoric. It was a mix between lust, drunkenness, and happiness. He could drown in this feeling. He slid his hand slowly down until he reached the place where Max's cock was nestled and hid behind this damned tight pants. He gripped it hard and firm, murmuring, ''Let's find a cab. Now.''

''Hey! Faggots!'' The driver hissed, ''I said, no funny business in my cab. I don't want scum like you doing that in my car.'' Noah stilled completely at that, pushing Maximilien back in his seat, a bit too forcefully, while leaning in closer to the Driver's seat. ''If you'll shut your mouth and stop secretly ogling us through the back mirror, then I will pay you twice as much as you normally take.'' He sneered, looking coldly at the driver. He could see him clutching the steering wheel tighter, gritting out, ''Fine!'' And kept quiet for the rest of the drive. Noah didn't even count if he had the right amount of money when he threw them in the driver's lap, probably giving him a bit too much. The bastard certainly didn't deserve it. He grabbed Maximilien's hand and yanked him out from the cab, stomping into the hotel, not even bothering to see which one it was, but clearly seeing it was a five star hotel. This suited him perfect. He walked up to the man behind a desk, asking for a room for the night. Not even bothering to hide what they were going to use the room for. The man behind the desk merely raised an eyebrow, handing them a key, ''Room 324''. Noah signed papers and payed for the night, promising to be out again by 10 the next morning. When they reached the elevator that would take them up to their floor, Noah pushed Maximilien inside, immediately latching onto his lips again, kissing him deeply and a bit desperately. His fingers trailed up his chest, stopping at the top button of Maximiliens shirt, fumbling with it, wanting to see and taste his skin. He finally managed to clasp it open, moving down to the next one. In his frustration he yanked it from his shirt, throwing it down on the floor of the elevator, whispering a bit breathless, ''Sorry about that, I promise to buy you a new shirt.'' He heard a little 'ding' behind him, signaling they had reached the floor. He yanked Maximilien out from the elevator again, walking fast down the hallway, looking for their room number. ''It's this one.'' He said, while sliding the key into the lock, feeling Maximilien press up behind him. He stumbled inside the room, Max behind him, turning around he looked him up and down slowly, swallowing hard, ''Strip. Now.'' He said, while unfastening his own buttons, and zipping down his pants. Secretly glad he always had lube on him and condoms. ''Fuck.'' He breathed when Maximilien finally had stripped out from all his clothes. His cock already glistening with pre-come. ''I didn't think you were that big.'' He murmured, licking his lips, wishing he only had one glass of wine. Normally he always threw his conquests on the bed, only waiting to thrust his cock inside them, not even bothering about too much foreplay sometimes. But to proceed like that with Maximilien just seemed wrong somehow.

Noah moaned loudly, gripping Maximilien's hair tightly between his fingers, yanking slightly, bucking his hips up, enjoying the feeling of those deliciously wet lips around his cock. He gasped slightly and shuddered when Maximilien switched to speaking in french. God, but he was so fucking hot when he spoke in french. It was the most sexual and sensual thing to Noah's ears, and secretly he got aroused every time Maximilien would mutter something in french or even when he was angry and started to swear. His cock twitched at every sentence that came out from Maximilien's lips. He had to squeeze his eyes when Maximilien began to suck his cock without abandon. The sight of him, those lips, those eyes and how he spoke. ''Fuck! Du driver mig til vanvid. He started babbling, not even realizing he himself had switched to danish. ''Åh gud... Du nyder virkelig det her, gør du ikke?'' He breathed. ''Bare vent, snart vil du be' mig om mere.'' He took a firm grip on Maximilien's hair, stopping him, when he realized he was starting to prepare himself. ''No...'' Wanting to have the privilege himself. ''Lay down on your stomach.'' He ordered, while stuffing a pillow underneath Max, so he had a better angle, and so that Maximilien was more comfortable. He ran both his hands lightly down Max's back, stopping at his arse, kneading and squeezing them firmly, loving the feeling of the skin beneath his hands. ''Gorgeous.'' He whispered, leaning in closer, planting a soft kiss on the small of his back, while his thumb slid down slowly to Max's puckered hole. He starting trailing wet kisses, spreading Max wide open, stopping when reached all the way down, staring at how he kept clenching and unclenching, ''Relax...'' He murmured, trying to soothe him, knowing that Maximilien probably felt vulnerable in this state. He gently traced the rim with his tongue, nibbling and biting, until he just started licking without abandon, just as Max had done with his cock, slowly working his tongue inside him. He couldn't help but grin when he heard Max's rather loud moan, sure that those next door probably could hear it too. He fumbled for the jar with lube, squeezing a large amount on his hand, this time replacing his tongue with his finger. Preparing him slowly and gently. He'd never ever in his life prepared someone like he was doing to Maximilien. He'd never really taken his time, just wanting to get on with the fucking. But right now, he just wanted to stay in this moment forever. Drag it out for as long as possible. After a long while, he choose to add a second one, and then a third one. Stretching him thoroughly but gently, searching for one thing in particular. He smiled to himself when he found it, rubbing slowly, hearing Max beg for more and almost writhe on the bed. Slowly he spread the lube on his own cock, lining it up at the entrance, pushing in slowly, groaning at how the muscles were clenching all around his cock. He decided not to move just yet, giving Maximilien time to adjust. Again he wondered why this was so different with him. He would have been done with the fucking a long time ago, had it been another man. He never waited for things like this. Inch by inch he pressed in when he felt Max relax, until he was all the way in. He held his breath for a moment, not sure if he should do this, but decided to anyway. He slid out from Maximilien again, almost whispering inaudible, ''Turn around.'' Oh god. He really shouldn't. He never looked them in the face. Those he fucked. ''Jeg vil se dig.'' He whispered more clearly this time, almost begging.

Noah was sure he would come right on the spot when Maximilien started riding him. Fuck, it was such a hot sight, that he stared mesmerized at the way he moved his body, fucking himself on his cock. His perverted mind asked him why he didn't tape this. So he could keep this moment with him forever. Their frantic, animalistic pace slowed down to a gentle, passionate lovemaking. Like they both had an inner agreement with that this needed to last for as long as possible. Noah cupped Max's face between his hands, staring him deeply in the eyes for a couple of seconds, before he leaned in to place a soft kiss on his lips. He started to move his body in a synchrony with Max, gasping and moaning every time Max would slide all the way down. He trailed small kisses along Maximilien's jaw until he reached his hear, nibbling gently. ''Fortæl mig...'' He whispered, ''- Hvorfor du er så anderledes fra alle andre?'' He drew back a bit, looking a bit wildly at Maximilien. ''Hvorfor får du mig til at føle ting, jeg ikke burde føle.'' You could clearly see how much those three glasses of wine had effected him, because his eyes were slightly glazed, otherwise, he would never had said such things. He slid his hands slowly down Max's sides, placing them on either side of his waist. Helping him with lifting himself up and down. He met him for every thrust, leaning in for deep kisses once in a while. Always seeming like he couldn't stay away from those lips for too long. He was burning up from the inside, the room was spinning and the sensations were just too strong. He was so close to coming. For some reason unknown he was clinging tightly to Maximilien, grazing his shoulder lightly with his teeth, until he bit down hard on a particular spot, coming hard with a moan, ''Fuck... Max!'' He almost screamed, thrusting furiously up into Maximilien, a couple more thrusts and he was coming undone, becoming too sensitive to continue. He regained his breath for a couple of seconds, before he swapped Max hand away from his own pumpin, taking his cock in his own hand, stroking him to completion, until he too came with a moan, come spurting all over Noah's hand, whispering something Noah didn't quite understand. He looked down at Max's come on his hand, brining it up to his lips. With his other hand he yanked on Max's hair again, forcing him to look, while he slowly licked it all off, taking each finger into his mouth, thoroughly enjoying himself. He forced his lips on Max again, letting him taste himself on his tongue. ''You taste fucking delicious.'' He whispered huskily.

Noah blinked at Maximilien's sleeping form, forcing a chuckle, ''Why would I abandon you, silly? We live together, don't we.'' He said, while rolling his eyes, lying down beside Maximilien. But he had a feeling that the pleading meant something else entirely. The room was spinning slightly, and he felt dizzy, but he suspected that it wasn't because of the alcohol. Gently he traced Maximilien's facial contours with his thumb, trying to memorize how they felt beneath his pad. He was sure that if he closed his eyes he could recall Max's face exactly as it was right at this moment. Innocent in his sleep. They were so different. Maybe even too different. He placed a gentle kiss on Maximilien's forehead, scooting closer to him. As close as possible. Somehow managing to place his arms around him, feeling every line of his body against his own. And it just seemed to fit so perfectly that he resented it. He didn't cuddle or snuggle ever. This was just... Wine right. And being caught up in the moment. He could pretend. Just for a while. Just this night. He tightened his hold on Max, kissing his slack lips caused by the sleep, one last time, and closing his eyes, to let the sleep overtake him.

Next morning he opened his eyes blearily, yawning widely, blinking up into.. Oh. He stopped breathing. He tried to run a hand through his hair, but realized it was somehow locked around Maximilien, who was still soundly asleep. Well, isn't this just great, he thought. When he tried to extract his arms back, Max just snuggled even closer into his side, looking all content and.. And gorgeous. But Max was right. Noah didn't do second dates. And this was never a date. It was just.. ''Max, dammit!'' He grumbled, trying to free his arms again. ''God! Could you maybe scoot over a bit! Max.... MAX! My arms are sleeping.'' He sighed in frustration, having a weird urge to just run away. ''Max..'' He said more gently this time. ''Wake up.''

Noah stilled completely when Maximilien leaned in to kiss him. Not even grasping what was going on, completely shocked by what Max had murmured just moments ago: I want to stay here in your arms. Forever. He winced when Maximilien rolled away, fumbling for his clothes. He ran a hand frustrated through his hair, opting for a little smile. ''Oh come on...'' He began. ''We both needed this.'' He got up from the bed, standing there in all his naked glory, not even the least bit bothered by it. Trying to act like nothing had really changed between them. But it had. He walked over to Max, standing in front of him, trying to read the emotions swirling in his eyes. ''And it was you, who propositioned me. Remember?'' He grinned, clasping Maximilien lightly on the cheek, ruffling his hair like he was a kid. ''We both needed a good fuck. Damn, and might I tell you. That was a good fuck.'' He snatched his boxers from the floor, fumbling his way into them. ''You know I only do one night stands.'' He said quietly, and then trying to lighten the mood. Probably failing miserably. ''We've both been under pressure lately. With.. With Jonathan and all. It's not like any of us had that much time to go out and enjoy ourselves. Just admit, this was pretty convenient. Releasing our stress together, since we're both living together now. We might as well use that to our advantage.'' He smirked at Maximilien, ''And consider yourself lucky. I never buy breakfast to any man. But I'll do that for you.'' He was pretty satisfied with himself. Usually he was just mean to his conquest the next day, but he handled this pretty well, didn't he? He thought to himself. He walked over to the door and then turned around, ''I'm glad it was my cock you rode tonight, and not Nathan's.'' He winked at him, and then opened the door. ''Shall we?''

Noah stared helplessly as Maximilien stormed out from the room. He turned his head towards the now unruly bed, images flashing through his mind, and whispered words. He swallowed hard, willing himself to just get on with his day. He didn't do feelings. Feelings only hurt you. It's a life lesson he learned the hard way. From a very young age. It's best to distance yourself from people. That way, they can't hurt you. He walked shakily back to the bed, not even knowing why exactly this bothered him so much. Why it was getting under his skin. Screaming at him to get a grip. He slumped back down on the bed, glancing at the clock. 8 a.m. He still had two hours before he needed to check out. He ran his hands across his face warily, sighing deeply. He couldn't let this affect him. He felt something hot and warm on his cheeks, almost screaming in frustration when he realized it was fucking tears. He hadn't cried since he was seventeen. Not a single tear. And the only reason he had cried back then was because his now death friend had offered comfort. And he yearned for it. Needing it desperately back then. Because he'd been so utterly alone and confused, and Johannes had forced him to talk about it. And he had cried out into his chest for three hours straight, feeling horrified afterwards. Afraid that Johannes would push him away, but he didn't. He just merely said, ''We're brothers, right? I'm your family.'' The day had been a true hell. His first and only boyfriend had used him and outed him to everyone. The only reason he had dated Noah was because he was from a well-known rich family, and secretly hoped to sneak his way into his father's company through Noah. And Noah had been so young and stupid. When the guy had realized it would be impossible to gain a place in the company he had dumped Noah and outed him to everyone. The words spread and had reached his parents. And god forbid that they had a child that was gay. Someone who was abnormal, a freak. A sick person. With sick tendencies. Noah laughed bitterly at the memory. His parents who was supposed to love him unconditionally didn't. Never had. They only loved the fact that they had someone who could continue their line and the company. But Noah couldn't do that. He would just taint the family with his homosexuality. What a joke. His Mother had refused to talk to him, and his father had just asked him to leave. Take his things and just leave, yelling at him how he had broke his Mother's heart. He snorted at this, like she ever had a heart to begin with. His father too. He'd been raised by Nannies. The only time his parents had taken time to actually communicate with him had been when he was shipped off to a fancy Boarding School. Scolding him for his childish behavior, and he could absolutely not act like that when he arrived at the school. Or all the times he'd been slapped when he didn't spell something right, or didn't do his math properly, or didn't behave like a child should. He had never received a 'I love you.' from his parents, or a motherly embrace. So he'd been starved when the first person showed him affection. He got so addicted to it, he craved it like never before. Never had someone who had given him something that resembled love. And now there was a guy, giving him everything. Opening up a new world for him. So he gave himself completely over in the relationship. Opening up for all his borders, just letting himself feel. But those feelings had brought nothing good. Only humiliation, anger, embarrassment and abandonment. The only one who truly stayed behind was Johannes. And he had started to cry when he told him that they were family. Those others didn't matter. Letting him move in, sharing a room with him at his parent's house. And never once did he resent him for the fact that he was gay. It didn't scare him away. It didn't scare Johanne's parents away. But in that moment he had sworn that he would never ever make the same mistake again. It had cost him too much. Now he knew how much it would hurt when your feelings was tramped on. He never wanted to feel like that again. He refused to. It was the worst tool you could give to another person. They could play around with it. Use it. Destroy it.

He shook himself out of his pitying reverie, scolding himself for even thinking about it now. It was done. Over. He was here now. He was fine. He had everything he wanted. He still dated, had sex, went out. There was no need for feelings there. And then Maximilien had to come and just fuck it all up. He couldn't let that happen. This meant nothing. Just another warm body. And the reason for why he was crying was... No. There wasn't really any reason. He was just tired. Hung over and so tired. He realized he had wallowed in self pity for over an hour. He hurriedly checked out and decided to take a walk. Maybe go to his office, do some sketches. That always helped on swirling thoughts. He couldn't face Maximilien right now. Especially since the fool apparently had believed there was something more between them. There wasn't. Why was it then, that he left the hotel with an empty feeling in his chest. Maximilien was that touchy feeling guy, Noah wasn't. It would never work out between them. He would just apologize to Max. Trying to make him see reason. Yes, that would do, he thought. Max couldn't compare him to that other guy. He clearly remembered when he was first introduced to Max. He was so withdrawn and quiet all the time. Johannes had practically almost killed Noah, making him promise he wouldn't treat him like he had treated other guys. Or even think about getting into his pants. That he wasn't just another pretty face he could fuck around with. Already back then he had felt some weird protectiveness towards. Maximilien. But he always showed it in the most idiotic ways. Never fully reaching a proper friendship with him, because Max always had hated him for his harsh sometimes unthoughtful words. But if Maximilien just knew how many guys Noah had scared away. Guys Noah had known would only use Maximilien for sex.