Falling For Him.

Chapter Twenty:

It had been five days since Tim and Max had their fight. I offered for Max to stay with me for the time being, thankfully he accepted. Life with him since we met has been pretty good, I'm happy, he's moderately happy, considering Tim. The kiss Tim forced on me was still on Max's mind and he couldn't bare the thought of anything like that, forced stuff, happening to me.

Max was very fidgety at night, tossing and turning and usually slurring in his sleep. I've had to wake him up numerous times and he always seemed more angry each time, not with me, with himself.

"Max you're kicking again." I sigh as I turn towards him, nudging him awake. He shakes a few times and blinks open his eyes, growing still as he slowly turned his head to me. There were tear marks tracing down his face.

"Sorry..." he said in a tired voice, going to turn away from me. I stop him by pulling his shoulder, gaining a confused stare from the ginger. Slowly, I traced my hand to his face and wiped away the tears, a smile appearing on his face. "Thanks..." he said in the same tone.

"Max you can't keep blaming yourself." I explained, rubbing his face gently as I spoke, my voice a low tone. He sighed at this and closed his eyes, turning his face into my hand some more.

"I'm meant to take care of you. I didn't and Tim-" Max began to choke up slightly.

"Maxie. It was only a kiss. He didn't even mean to do it to ME. It was for YOU." I chuckled half heartedly. Max sighed and bit his lip. Turning into his back and gesturing me to come closer. Smiling, I snuggle into the man, smelling his scent as I put my arm over his chest, allowing for his arm to come around the back if my head.

"I guess you're right..." Max breaths, defeated.

"Of course I'm right." I sit up on my elbow, smiling at him. He looks at me and rolls his eyes. "Hey- I know what'll cheer you up!" I say cheerfully, rolling out of bed and jumping to my feet. Max gave me a baffled expression, the duvet knocked aside showing his red boxers.

"R/N- what're'ya doing?" Max asked, laughing as he pushed the duvet off fully and rolling out of bed to follow me. I speed walked out of the bedroom door and towards my living room. The moonlight shone through the curtains and made my leather couches look like thick skin. I jogged passed them and entered the kitchenette, turning to find Max walking out into the living room slowly.

"Hey Max!" I called quietly, waiting for him to step closer. He leaned on the counter and smiled at me, clasping his hands together as I spoke. "Do you wanna make a ca-ake."

"I will hurt you." Max said in an angry tone. I was in the midst of turning away and slowly looked back at him, quivering my lip sarcastically. He giggled and walked around to me, wrenching the fridge open. "With what?" He questioned.

"This!" I said, pulling sugar, flour and eggs from the cupboard.

"Why are the eggs in there too?" Max asked, laughing as he held onto the fridge door.

"Just get me some milk!" I said in a sarcastic, offended tone. Max got the milk and placed it beside the ingredients.

"As yes! A plain cake." Max chuckled.

"We need vanilla extract and..." I was thinking when Max cut me off.

"If you say butterscotch I will love you more for the reference and hate you because I'm not too keen on it..." Max said, placing a hand in my bare shoulder, his muscular hand warm to the touch.

"Chocolate then?" I breath, placing a hand on my chin as if I'm giving it so much thought.

"I got some chocolate back in the apartment..." Max hesitated.

"Well great let's-" I saw Max's face drop slightly, looking down a bit, seeming sadder now. "get Ross to bring it over." I smile at him, his eyes lighting up as he gave me a surprised look.

"Ross will be in bed." Max explained.

"Ross will be wherever I say he'll be once I ring him..." I hesitantly giggled. Max gave me a funny look, before throwing his arms up and turning away, laughing.

"Oh well. You beat me there. How ever am I going to argue with THAT logic?" Max preached ironically.

"Hey Ross?" I said, holding the phone to my ear.

"Wait you serious?" Max turned and looked at me.

"Can you bring over ALL the chocolate you have please? Me and Max are baking a cake." I explained to Ross. Max starred at me as I spoke, his jaw dropped in shock.

"You actually called him..." Max laughed to himself.

Five minutes later and Ross was lightly knocking on my door. I answered and ushered him inside after checking down the hall.

"R/N what are you doing?" Max laughed.

"Checking the flanks." I explained, doing one last take before slowly closing the door and leaning against it.

"This isn't the army for crying out loud! We're making a cake!" Max laughed again. Ross chuckled too this time. "Wanna help Ross?"

"Hell no. I'm going back to bed. R/N you owe me one." Ross said, crossing his arms and walking back to the door after dropping three bags of chocolate onto the counter.

"Oh come on- you was awake anyway." I argued.

"And if I wasn't I'd have been woken up so you owe me one." Ross said, closing the door behind him. I stood there, looking defeated while Max giggled. Turning to him, I walk over and nudge him.

"Don't laugh." I smile. Max chokes back his chuckles.

"But you made me chuckle." He said in an adorable voice common in his videos.

"Don't I love that voice." I laugh again, pouring packets of chocolate from the bags. Max giggled and walked over, helping me unwrap chocolate and put it into a mixing bowl. "We gotta melt it in the microwave, Max. Don't put too much in one bowl."

Ten minutes later and the chocolate was in the microwave and melting, me and Max went to sit on the couch and wait, switching on the tv and wrapping Max's arms around me as I snuggled into his bare chest. His chest hairs tickled me and I rubbed my face against them, gaining some attention from Max.

"R/N don't... don't turn me on..." Max said, slightly embarrassed.

"Or what?" I say as if he'd challenged me. Before he could answer and push my hand into his boxer shorts, gripping his semi erect cock. Max jumped a little and gripped the arm rest and the back of the sofa with his arms, biting his bottom lip. "You realise it has actually been about six days since we've... done anything, right?" I say with a small smile on my face as I slowly jerked him to full length.

"R/N... we're making a cake..." he tried to protest, his breathing taking over as precum leaked all over his boxers and my hand. Slowly I pushed his boxers down a bit, letting his dick escape and shooting precum over my wrist now. Max moaned loudly and I rubbed my thumb through his thick bush of orange pubes briefly, before lowering my head and licking it away, pushing my tongue against the slit.

"R/N..." Max breathed loudly, grunting as warm, sticky cum leaked from his cock, dribbling onto my tongue and hand as I jerked him to finish, his salty jizz dripping over my lips and down his shaft. Max moaned and shook softly, his hands gripping the couch intensely. When he'd come down from his high, I sat up and licked my lips, licking the salty cum from my hand.

"Thanks, R/N. I needed that." He smiled at me.

"C'mon Max. We've got a cake to finish!" I say loudly, jumping to my feet and putting my hand in the air.

"Not until after you've washed you hands." Max smirked, his beard creasing as he bit his lip, taking in my body. Slowly he stood up and looked me over again, before stepping passed and heading for the kitchen, turning to look over his shoulder, gesturing the microwave with his head. I smiled and followed him, getting ready to make us a cake.

(Author- HE NEEDS SOME MILK!)