His Prince Charming [BXB]

Chapter 10

"This is weird," Max said, breaking the silence in the room after a while.

The Prince looked over at him, with a raised eyebrow curious as to what part of this he was thinking was weird. I mean the whole situation was weird really, but he had his suspicions that this situation was not what he was referring to.

"You look almost normal, helping me unpack. It feels weirdly domestic, like I don't know- we're a normal couple that are moving in together I guess, but that's like far from the truth."

"You know why I like you?" He asked in return, still helping get the things out the boxes after he had dismissed the staff, favouring doing this with Max to spend more time with him. "For some reason, I felt like you could treat me as though I was normal. Everyone I surround myself with always acts differently because of the title, you don't seem to be afraid to speak what's on your mind regardless of who's company you are in. I like that about you."

He tilted his head, searching his eyes for any hint of emotion as he continued. "Also- is that what you view us as, a couple? I'm not opposed to the idea, but I thought we were supposed to be taking it slow. Then again, I'd be a hypocrite after my actions at the ball that evening."

"No- I don't see us as a couple, well not yet at least," he muttered the last part underneath his breath, hoping the Prince would not catch it. He was hopeful, even if he had said he wanted to take it slow so he could get to know th Prince better.

The reminder of what happened that evening always seemed to loom in the air, it was engraved in both of their minds. Yet, even though no desire uttered from their lips, both hearts couldn't help but yearn for them to do it again.

"In all due time, my dear. You don't mind if I call you that do you? I have to make you swoon for me after all, and month is a very short time to get you to fall in love with me."

Max felt his heart pick up at the words dear, a strange flutter erupting in his stomach. "And what do I call you, charming?"

"Whatever you please," he replied, a slight smirk on his face that was driving Max crazy. He was playful, not what Max had expected. Then again he liked it.

"I also like the company. You may be getting courted, but it does get lonely here so I'm glad to have someone of a similar age to me here. I know I have the intentions to make you mine, I will not hesitate to be forward and admit that after my actions. I would be curtesy and hide my attraction, but I have never been one to do that. I'm blunt and direct with how I feel, I hope you don't mind that-"

"It's a refreshing change actually, I admire you for it. I am not like that in the slightest, but-" he paused, folding up the last of his boxes and coming closer to the Prince. This still felt weird, that he was here in person and not just on a magazine.

"Maybe that can change, who knows. My body doesn't know how to act around you either, so maybe I need to find what makes you weak. You may be doing the courting, but it doesn't mean that I can't play the game too. Who falls in love with who first?"

The Prince gulped, feeling Max closer to him and his breath almost fanning his ear. He wanted to kiss him again, but he was like a forbidden fruit. He was trying to tease him, but if he wanted to play a game. The Prince could play a game, yet he did fear that he would loose.

"So, Charming," He asked again. "I assume that's not your first name, if we do get married will I get to know your name?" The if made his hairs stand on end, he hadn't really considered the possibility of them not getting married. He guessed he was clouded by the hope that they would, he was bwircjed and could tell Max was unlike any person he had met before eve after a short interaction.

Sure, he was secluded. He probably could meet someone else that was suited to him as well as Max was, or even better so. Yet, was it so presumptuous to say that as soon as his eyes landed on Max it was like he wanted nobody else in the world other than him?

Charming looked at him, grabbing his hand and pulling him from wete he was standing, almost twirling him into his arms. They were once again very close to one another, reminding him of the ball and how he had been longing to feel him in his embrace the same way again ever since.

Their chests touching as he pulled him close, stroking an involuntary finger down his face. It was like he was transfixed, unable to control his actions as soon as he looked into his eyes. Yet, he knew this was a game and he had to keep playing.

His finger lifted his chin, his lips slightly hovering over Max's. "You won't need to know my name, darling. After all, the person whom I marry will not need to know anything other than the fact that I am their's and I hope that they are mine," his eyes twinkled with a gleam of mischief.

"Oh, is that so?" He questioned, his eyes flickering over his lips again. Looking between his eyes and his lips again, almost signalling how desperate he was to feel them on his again.

"Definetly." His breathe fanned over Max lips, sending a shiver down his spine.

'Mine' he tried to imagine the Prince calling him that and it did much more to him then send a flurry of butterflies in his stomach, no rather it sent a warmth, a heat of desire through him. He wanted him to call him that, desperately so. Yet, he would have to wait...