What You Do To Me

Chapter 41: Maxwell's POV

WARNING! This chapter contains smut and I am not a smut writer. I am trying however! My story "The King's Pet" is basically just smut practice I figured I'd share! So go read that if you're interested.

I anxiously pull into my spot and glance up at the ceiling.

"Ok, ok." I say and take a deep breath.

It was almost an hour and a half after Casey and I had texted. "Ok, ok." I say again.

I turn off my car and climb out, making my way to the elevators.

"Casey isn't Kai, Casey isn't Kai." I mumble.

If I had told Kai I was leaving in ten minutes and then not leave for another hour, he would've killed me.

"Casey isn't Kai, Casey isn't Kai." I mumble as the elevator doors open for my floor and I step out. I slowly make my way down the hall to my apartment and take a deep breath.

As I turn the corner, I see Casey sitting on the floor.

I take another deep breath.

"H-hey Casey." I say awkwardly and Casey turns to me.

"Max! You ok?" He asks and bolts up and I sigh in relief.

Kai would never have asked me if I was ok, he would've just gotten right to beating me.

"Y-yeah sorry. I had to finish up some paperwork and it took longer than I expected." I stammer. "Are you ok?"

"I-I realized I couldn't get in." He says and I laugh.

"I've never given you a key?" I ask with a grin and he shakes his head. "Remind me to give you one tomorrow." I say and he smiles shyly.

"Really?" He asks in disbelief and I smile again.

"Of course, now come inside and make me dinner." I order and unlock the front door and open it. "Do you know where my sisters are?"

"I may or may not have explicitly implied that we're going to have sex tonight and offered them to stay at my place. I drove them there and it was only when I got back that I realized I couldn't get in." He blushes slightly.

"C-Casey I might be too tired to perform." I admit and he smiles.

"That's ok." He says instantly. "But why am I making you dinner? I'm the top, you make ME food." He says with a smirk.

"B-but I worked all day!" I argue. "I'm tired!"

"Good counterpoint, but it's your apartment and I'm your guest." He retorts and I scowl.

"Maybe I'll make it worth your while." I say setting my keys down on the counter and standing on my toes to kiss him squarely on the lips. He hums happily and kisses me back.

"Guess it's settled then, what do you want?" He asks and wraps his arms around my waist. He pulls me to his chest and smiles down at me.

"What can you make?" I reply.

"Oh, I was just going to order something." He says and I pull a disapproving frown.

"Figures. How about Tropical Smoothie?" I suggest before kissing him again. I really like this, maybe I'm not too tired to perform.

He smiles. "Sure, your usual order?" He asks and my eyes widen.

"How do you know what it is?" I ask and he smiles and rolls his eyes.

"Because I love to make you happy." He says like it's obvious. "And Tropical Smoothie makes you happy."

I blush and drop my gaze to his feet. "C-Casey."