Dopamine | Adrenaline Book Two

18- How Did It End?

"I want to order some food, what do you want?" Max asked, walking out of the bathroom in a robe. "I'm thinking pasta," he said, walking towards the phone beside the bed, from where he could order their meal.

Tying his own robe as he made his way to the bed, Charles nodded eagerly. "Pasta would be perfect right now," he agreed as he climbed into bed, kneeling behind Max and wrapping his arms around him. "Can you also ask for some chocolate covered strawberries?"

While Max placed their order, Charles couldn't get enough of the other man, inhaling his scent which smelled of the complimentary soap. "I love you," he whispered against his skin, just soft enough for the two of them to hear, then creating some distance in order to search for the TV remote. Reaching to the other side of the bed, Charles got a hold of it and began scrolling through the different channels until stumbling across one that only played music, most of them older hits.

"But if you feel like I feel, please let me know that it's real. You're just too good to be true..," he mouthed the words to the song, serenading Max while he was busy ensuring their order was placed.

"Sh..." Max tried to sush him as he spoke to the delivery service over the singing of Charles.

The smile on Charles' face only got bigger as the song continued, causing him to stand on the bed, pointing to Max and holding the remote to his mouth like a microphone.

"I LOVE YOU BABY," he sang out loud the instant the phone was placed down, followed by giggles and more bad singing on his end.

Allowing a minute more of his showcase of talent, Max watched him with an amused expression —followed by a malicious smirk characteristic of someone who had an evil plan. The minute Charles entered the bridge of the song again, Max reached out for his legs and tripped him over.

"That's enough!" he shouted playfully, climbing over him to cover his mouth. "They'll think someone's dying in here," he teased him, his laughs holding a child-like air to them.

Despite his mouth being covered, Charles had begun laughing which was noticeable in the way his eyes crinkled and how much his chest was moving, his laughter being held hostage. If Max was going to fight dirty then so was he and once he'd stopped giggling enough, he stuck his tongue out and began to lick Max's hand until it was removed from his mouth.

"You are saying I am not talented and you are not pleased by my serenading skills?" Charles asked in fake shock, trying to sound offended but the smile on his face kept giving away his true feelings. "I have never sounded so good!" he protested, waiting for the chorus to hit again before flooding the room with his accented singing which somehow got worse now that he was pinned down. "I am dedicating this to you! Why do you insist on hiding my talents?" he asked, trying to sing the final lines but every time he looked at Max, a burst of laughter followed.

Hovering over him, Max flopped over to the side as a sign of surrender, "because you absolutely suck at it! My ears are bleeding!" He cried out, falling into a burst of laughter as he heard Charles' continuation of the song. "You gotta stick to playing piano and driving a car, singing is not it." The blond complained, growing red from the recurrent outburst of laughter that came from him whenever he heard Charles' voice crack. Which was pretty often.

Turning to face him, he stretched his hand out to try to take the remote control from his hand, ending in the two of them rolling around the bed to take the control until the both dropped to the floor. To Charles's luck, he wasn't the one to take the major hit, landing safely on top of Max. The blond on the other hand started coughing, which seemed even harder to do while he fought against his own laughter.

"I can't breath," Max dramaticized himself, in hopes that with that he'd be able to finally snatch the prized control.

"Are you okay?" Charles asked while laughing, genuinely concerned for him but unable to keep himself quiet after the unexpected fall.