[They're mostly washed now, maybe not their hair, but the worst of the stuff is off their bodies and the water is starting to grow cold. Not that Max really cares. Still, he'd rather be warm in Michael's bed. He shuts off the water and pulls the other man to him, he wants him close one more time before they have to step out and part for a few seconds. He knows it's silly because it's only a few seconds, but it's long enough.
With their foreheads touching, he can tip his head to touch lips, once and twice. It steadies him. Michael will always steady him now. It doesn't matter what has gone on in the past, at least he's working on that part. They will make it together.]
I know, I know. If I'd known the things I do now. You were with some blood sucker there. You kept acting like I was a kid you had to take care of. You were embarrassed of me, because of the whore I was pretty much, because you were so damn loyal to fucking Damon, and couldn't see how much it all hurt, how disgusted I was with myself, how much I wanted to die in that place sometimes. How I wanted you, god how I wanted you. It hurt.
[He really did hate himself back then. He hated all he went through, he hated that he had to sleep with so many people, he hated that he was in love with michael and thought it was wrong. Now he knows. Now he knows he wasn't alone. He knows that they pushed one another away because of it. ]
You though, you were never a disappointment to me, you were never a fuck up. I loved you. You were always so perfect in my eyes, and worked so hard despite all you'd gone through. I have always been proud of you Michael. so fucking proud.
[He kissed him now, and not soft either. He kissed him hard, and with all that pent up passion, the passion for all the time they didn't get together back then, for all the time they thought that they didn't like one another, for the time that Max was in Duplicity and felt like Michael looked down on him, for all the love that he couldn't share then. Max kissed him so deeply, pouring out every last frustration and fear. He gave it all back and when he couldn't give anything more, he gave it all again until they were both heaving and panting and neither of them were cold from standing there wet, yet both were shivering from the emotions that had carved their way back and forth.]
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Date: 2023-04-03 09:21 pm (UTC)With their foreheads touching, he can tip his head to touch lips, once and twice. It steadies him. Michael will always steady him now. It doesn't matter what has gone on in the past, at least he's working on that part. They will make it together.]
I know, I know. If I'd known the things I do now. You were with some blood sucker there. You kept acting like I was a kid you had to take care of. You were embarrassed of me, because of the whore I was pretty much, because you were so damn loyal to fucking Damon, and couldn't see how much it all hurt, how disgusted I was with myself, how much I wanted to die in that place sometimes. How I wanted you, god how I wanted you. It hurt.
[He really did hate himself back then. He hated all he went through, he hated that he had to sleep with so many people, he hated that he was in love with michael and thought it was wrong. Now he knows. Now he knows he wasn't alone. He knows that they pushed one another away because of it. ]
You though, you were never a disappointment to me, you were never a fuck up. I loved you. You were always so perfect in my eyes, and worked so hard despite all you'd gone through. I have always been proud of you Michael. so fucking proud.
[He kissed him now, and not soft either. He kissed him hard, and with all that pent up passion, the passion for all the time they didn't get together back then, for all the time they thought that they didn't like one another, for the time that Max was in Duplicity and felt like Michael looked down on him, for all the love that he couldn't share then. Max kissed him so deeply, pouring out every last frustration and fear. He gave it all back and when he couldn't give anything more, he gave it all again until they were both heaving and panting and neither of them were cold from standing there wet, yet both were shivering from the emotions that had carved their way back and forth.]