[Asking Michael to stay-- It was a strange thing to say at best while they were still joined and had just had the most impressive orgasms of their lives. It only went to show the scars that they both wore. They had both had people they love leave them, hurt them in the deepest ways and Max was terrified to open himself up to this deep of a love again. this deep, like he'd ever found anything that compared. This was beyond anything he'd found in Duplicity and that had been beyond what he'd always considered his greatest love with Liz.
Max smiles at Michael's laughter, but turns in towards his beloved and clings tightly. He nuzzles against the other male's neck, leaving soft, pliant kisses, delicate touches through his exhaustion. Max can barely see, barely move and yet he can hardly think to pull himself away, to part from Michael even though they both desperately need to bathe, and while he knows they don't ever get sick-- he still wants to clean up the wounds he made on Michael.
Feeling Michael's hand on his heart, Max opens his eyes, not even realizing that he'd closed them. He reaches in and closes his hand over the one upon his heart -- thank god it still beats in there.] I know you did.. [He admits softly, bringing their hands up to kiss at michael's] I could never thank you enough. I always tried to protect you, to do my best ... I became a cop so that I could legally get rid of people like the ones that hurt you, and so I could watch over you. You know that's why I did it, right? I did it all for you. You were my reason all these years, Michael. Then, then I find out how much you did for me in return. what you did for me in the children's home...
[Max starts to cry, and curls up into Michael. He could never thank Michael enough. Max wouldn't have made it on his own, and somehow Michael understood that. he took the fall for Max, and let himself be put out, beat up, pressed up until he became the strong man he was today. All these years later-- they were always at one another because Max could never forgive himself for always letting Michael take the fall, in childhood, or as a teenager. Both times. He cried harder, and held on tighter. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve for Michael to love him like this, but god he could never let it go either.] I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, but god. I love you. I've always loved you. It's always been you and I knew it on some level. I've always needed you. I'll always need you.
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Max smiles at Michael's laughter, but turns in towards his beloved and clings tightly. He nuzzles against the other male's neck, leaving soft, pliant kisses, delicate touches through his exhaustion. Max can barely see, barely move and yet he can hardly think to pull himself away, to part from Michael even though they both desperately need to bathe, and while he knows they don't ever get sick-- he still wants to clean up the wounds he made on Michael.
Feeling Michael's hand on his heart, Max opens his eyes, not even realizing that he'd closed them. He reaches in and closes his hand over the one upon his heart -- thank god it still beats in there.] I know you did.. [He admits softly, bringing their hands up to kiss at michael's] I could never thank you enough. I always tried to protect you, to do my best ... I became a cop so that I could legally get rid of people like the ones that hurt you, and so I could watch over you. You know that's why I did it, right? I did it all for you. You were my reason all these years, Michael. Then, then I find out how much you did for me in return. what you did for me in the children's home...
[Max starts to cry, and curls up into Michael. He could never thank Michael enough. Max wouldn't have made it on his own, and somehow Michael understood that. he took the fall for Max, and let himself be put out, beat up, pressed up until he became the strong man he was today. All these years later-- they were always at one another because Max could never forgive himself for always letting Michael take the fall, in childhood, or as a teenager. Both times. He cried harder, and held on tighter. He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve for Michael to love him like this, but god he could never let it go either.] I'm so sorry. I'm sorry, but god. I love you. I've always loved you. It's always been you and I knew it on some level. I've always needed you. I'll always need you.