Max traced random scribbles on Bexon's back as the man slept. The action was comforting for the blond, knowing Bexon didn't mind it either. It was still early in the morning, most likely an hour before his grumpy boyfriend would even wake up. Max didn't even realize he was tracing his finger along his back. Pointing out each freckle, unlike Max, Bexon had lighter and spaced-out freckles.
It had been four days since the crash and Max was grateful for all the help friends and family had done for him. Lester decided to stay longer, however, at this point, Max was ready for things to get back to normal.
The blond was not a good patient and was tired of being babied. Though Bexon not letting him out of sight for more than a few minutes, wasn't so bad. They had been watching a few TV shows together and Max really loved seeing his boyfriend be much more comfortable around him. Adding in his comments as a character did something stupid.
Max absolutely loved it.
Max looked out the window, Bexon had left the curtains open the day before. The sun rose from the sky, the clouds dusting with warm colors as the day began. Max watched the sky get brighter as he tried to calm his worried thoughts.
He was anxious to take time off of school, take time off work, it all made him feel like he was going to fall behind if he wasn't careful. He only had the weekend until he was going to be starting back, he just felt like he missed a lot already.
Bexon and Lester had thankfully helped out with what assignments he needed to work on and brush up on while he was taking time off. Though he was very grateful to be able to watch any lessons online if he needed to.
Work was another thing. Valerie had told him to take the time he needed off, to focus on getting better and keeping up with his schooling. She was able to give him the week off with pay, but told him if he needed any more time off to let her know, along with working something out financially if he needed.
Max let out a sigh as he untangled himself from the bed without waking Bexon up. Max grabbed a pair of clean boxer briefs, a new t-shirt, and headed to the bathroom to get a shower.
Most of his cuts and scratches healed over enough that he could do things again without having the people looking after him yelling at him. He didn't see the big deal. The worst of the injuries was a cut along his torso, something that was already healing over rather well.
Max relaxed into the warm water, letting it hit his face and wash away the worries he had. He was not going to let stupid inconsequential things bother him anymore. He made a promise to himself a long time ago not to let the shitshow of life win that way.
He washed off with his favorite body wash that he also used as shampoo because he was still tired and it smelled good.
When he was done with his shower and dressed again, he laid back down next to Bexon. The man seemed to be half awake, but still sleeping at the same time.
So Max fucked with him.
"If I got a neck tattoo of a flamingo do you think it would look good?" Max asked.
It was almost funny how much Bexon hated being talked to when he was waking up in the morning. No time to get a coffee or process the world around him. He was like a zombie. A very angry zombie. A very cute angry zombie.
"No."
Bexon's face was pressed into the pillow in what looked like irritation from Max talking to him before he was actually awake. So naturally, Max kept going with his questions.
"Why does Slender Man dress so fancy?" Max asked. "Like is that the dress code or does he just like being extra, ya know?"
Bexon didn't answer him that time.
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And They Were Housemates ✓
RomanceBexon Venturi was the embodiment of death. He worked hard to stay at the top of all his classes, which left him no room to dwell on his unpleasant past. Years spent convinced it was his fault took their toll; he was distant and only allowed a few...
