Finding Ourselves

Max bit at his own bottom lip, stepping back and letting his arms fall away. His hand trapped one of Blaze's hands against his chest. His shirt kept their hands from actually touching, but his heart fluttered wildly under the boy's hand.
"Uhm... I don't particularly want your girlfriend to hate me, but I think we should do that again sometime," he'd meant for his words to be confident, but they trembled with worry. What if Blaze cared about his girlfriend more than Max had thought? He didn't want to be some guy that made Blaze cheat, but it all felt so damn right to him.

"Oh, interesting," Max said slowly. He couldn't ignore the spark of hope that lit in his stomach. He smiled widely at the boy's response, obviously happy to know that Blaze had really enjoyed himself. He was slightly scared that Blaze wouldn't actually like him. He couldn't help himself when he said, "Is that the first time you've kissed a guy?"

Max beamed like a little kid who had just been praised for winning a soccer game. He couldn't help but feel proud that he had been able to give Blaze something enjoyable. He finally let his eyes rake over Blaze freely, not concerned that he would notice the places his gaze lingered. He didn't stop his thoughts from wandering wherever they chose. Finally he said, "My god, you're sinfully fit," his British vernacular slipping into the statement.

Max chuckled, "Fit means attractive, mate. Brits don't like to complicate it with demeaning words like hot. Get's men in trouble with their wives when they say that. But, yeas, you are fit in that meaning of the word as well."
His eyes met with Blaze's again, examining the intracacy of the younger boy's irises. He though they were terribly beautiful and interesting. He didn't know why Blaze would be insecure in the slightest about any part of himself.

(Okay I'm itching to use one of my other characters too, so would you wanna Roleplay another plot on hurrr too?)

No worries! Haha I just know my vernacular. And if you go choose one of my lovely gentlemen, we can figure out a plot?

Max watched him back away and his face fell just barely, already feeling like he was missing a part of himself. He smiled though, saying, "Thanks. I hope the USA Burberry agree. I have a conference with them later tonight. If all goes well, I'll be taking a week off of my afternoon classes to work on the shoot." He was genuinely excited to get back into modeling.

(Okay!)

Max watched Hayden and his brother talk. He found it cute that Blaze was protective of his little brother, even if the signs were subtle. Max was fiercely protective of his siblings because their parents never took the initiative. He prayed that they got the picture after Max left and were actually keeping the boys in line.

Max nodded. He closed the space between them again. He couldn't help but give him a slow, sweet kiss. He pulled away triumphantly smiling and said, "We can't be having that. Come to class early tomorrow and we can figure out a time where we can hang out again?" He was building up his confidence around the younger boy with each second that ticked by.

(Alrighty! So I was thinking maybe Logan's dad makes him take a break from work and he sends him on a vacation to wherever Axel lives. And they meet and Logan is a little jerk or whatever. But Axel is all persistent. And then he starts to get him to loosen up and stuff? I'm not sure I really love it, but it's the best I could think of.
Logan is my least developed character. I've never used him before haha)

If max was being totally honest, he didn't want to move. He just wanted to stay there with Blaze within reach of him whenever he felt it necessary to reach out and grab him. He didn't want to go home to his empty flat, but life had to move if Max wanted it to or not. He let out a resigned sigh and said, "I guess we should leave..."

(Uhmm if you wanna do the Axel Logan one we can.
Orrrr...
Mason and Atticus. Cuz Atticus is a screamo singer and Mason likes screamo.
Or if you really want we can continue with Beaux and Tobias.
Or we can do more than one of those options.
Or we can come up with another option haha)

Max
"If you want me to. I'll have to leave early if its not over by ten though, for my phone conference," he responded easily.
Really he was willing to do anything to stay near Blaze for a little bit longer. If going to this race was going to allow that, he would walk there. He figured he would fit in decently enough, maybe with the exception of his skinny jeans, but he figured he could make do with what he had.

Beaux
I have no idea where we left off with in this Roleplay

(Okay, so I completely messed up. Atticus isn't the punk pop singer.... I don't know why I thought he was... But that's Brooklyn so lets re-evaluate this whole thing for a minute. So I kind of like the plot but here's my contribution.
So whatever character we decide that I should use, it's his birthday and his friends hire your character to "give him a gift he'll never forget" and they get him super drunk. Blah blah but he thinks he's straight so it's a big deal when he finds out and he refuses to tell anyone and he says that everyone's lying and stuff. Si o no?

Max followed behind him, smiling easily. He stayed close, his arm brushing Blaze's every few steps. He tugged his hoodie back over his head to keep the chill away from his skin. He wondered what kind of race this was and what it was like. He had a feeling it would be full of drunk and high people. He shrugged his concerns away. He'd still be spending some time with Blaze which was what he wanted anyways.

Beaux looked forward and bit his lip. He wasn't sure what to ask Tobias, and he voiced it, "I'm not really good at this game..." He tried to think, keeping his eyes trained on the road ahead of him. There was a lot of traffic since it was early. People were heading to work and a school and breakfast with their relatives.

(Okay, so do you want me to use Atticus? Cuz I definitely can haha or I can use anyone but Keaton, basically. Cuz he has some special guidelines)

Max shivered a bit as the chill air bit his skin even through his hoodie. He was surprised by the weather change and wondered why it happened so abruptly. He wrapped his arms around himself, trying to keep warm. He climbed in the passenger seat, quickly, eager to get out of the wind's reach. He blew out a cold sigh and glanced over at Blaze just for the sake of looking at him.

Beaux shrugged, "Whatever you want, kid." He hated Nevada already, and they'd only been in it for a few hours. The people on the interstate were awful drivers and it was getting on his nerves. He just wished they'd all go retake drivers Ed. He let out a yawn. He hasn't slept enough, and it wasn't helping his temper any.

Max said, "So what sort of race is this...? Just curious." His light blue eyes shone with interest as he shifted in his seat to face Blaze a bit more than he had been. Part of him longed to reach out and grab his hand, the other part screamed at him to take this all slowly. He was fairly sure that two days earlier this kid had said, indirectly of course, that he was straight. He didn't want to rush any of this.

Beaux glanced over at Tobias, "Thanks, but I'll be fine. I can't sleep in cars anyways. Everything is moving and it just keeps me awake. I won't fall asleep at the wheel, if that's what your concerned with. At lunch I'll get a coffee."
He glanced at the clock. He could easily make it two and a half hours more before he would need to get out and walk around, so he pushed on the gas pedal and watched Nevada blur by.

"Wakey, wakey," a voice cooed in Atticus' ear. It was sickeningly sweet and it made him want to throw up, or maybe that was the alcohol talking.
He let his eyes snap open. Everything was moving slower than normal thanks to the excessive amount of liquor in his system. A few guys from the AV club had set up a giant party for Atticus' seventeenth birthday party. Apparently these guys could get anyone they wanted to come to a party. Atticus swore he saw everyone from their school, which seemed odd since none of them liked him.
The voice belonged to one of the guys who'd thrown the party. He said, "Your last present is in your room. Go, have fun. Thank me later, okay?" He winked.