Finding Ourselves

Max felt a sigh of relief escape from his throat and blow past his lips. His whole being relaxed. Sure, Blaze was a little banged up, but at least he was alive. Max wanted to yell at him, but he knew he wouldn't. He would just tell him to be more careful next time and leave it at that. Before that though, he planned on hugging him. His eyes stayed trained on the boy's figure as he gave the crowd a thumbs up.

Beaux nodded, "Well, I'd say you're fairly lucky. It's hard to find a place as nice as Greece, and having family around you is always helpful. Staying in places without someone gets pretty lonely, if you ask me. I never like to travel alone. I'd rather bring Daniel than to for longer than a day trip without him, and that's saying something."

Max watched him walk off the track, clapping with the crowd as they announced the rankings at the end. He wasn't really concerned with how well anyone did as long as Blaze was okay. He hoped he wasn't too injured. He didn't seem to have any broken bones but Max could be mistaken. They handled injuries different in the US. He waited for Blaze to get back to where he and Sam were waiting for him.

"Chin up. I know it's sad, but life is an adventure. You've gotta take the punches and roll with it. I promise you, it's not all bad. Honestly, life is pretty amazing," he answered, trying to cheer Tobias up, even if just a little bit.

"I hate you," Max said in an unconvincing voice. "And I would definitely punch you right now if you weren't already hurt as bad as you are."
His arms were crossed over his chest and his eyes shone with worry, but he hung back. Honestly, he just wanted to run over there and wrap his arms around him and hold him and kiss him, but he managed to keep himself in check.

Beaux nodded and said, "I know how you feel." He felt the same way when he moved to California and left Corey at home. He would have liked nothing more than to take his little brother with him but that wasn't how life worked. He was currently wishing he'd never moved in the first place. He would have had a lot more time to spend with his brother.

Max let his lips pull up in a sly smile. He raised his eyebrows, his hand going to Blaze's neck, his thumb running over the younger boy's cheek. He let his face move forward. When his warm breath was fanning over the boy's face, he stopped. Their noses were nearly touching when he pressed forward. Instead of kissing him, though, he let their foreheads touch, his eyes closing.
"Don't scare me like that ever again," he whispered.

(I don't really know. We need something exciting or whatever to happen haha)

Max gently worked his lips against Blaze's, his other hand cupping the boy's other cheek tenderly. Butterflies erupted in his gut as soon as Blaze kissed him. He was starting to get used to the fire, the butterflies. They came naturally around the younger boy, and he couldn't deny that.

Max melted into Blaze, fitting against him like a puzzle piece. He pulled his face away just slightly, pressing feathery kisses on Blaze's temple. He let his kisses move down over his cheek and then along his jawline. He stopped and pressed the side of his face against Blaze's, his eyes closed. He didn't move, hardly even breathing.

Max pressed a gentle kiss to Blaze's forehead before taking another step away. He was overwhelmed by the pure need he felt staring into the younger boy's eyes. He'd felt extremely sexually attracted to someone before, but he'd never felt emotional want this strong, this extreme. He let himself go out on a limb and grabbed his hand, locking their fingers together. He knew they couldn't hold hands in public, but here they could, in the car they could, at either of their houses they could.

"I suppose so. I have that conference in an hour," he mumbled. Honestly, he didn't want to leave. He's rather stay in the viewing box with Blaze forever. However, he walked towards the car, keeping a firm grip around Blaze's hand. He didn't want to let go. Every part of them seemed to fit together, from their lips to their hands.

Max looked at him, obvious concern in his ice blue gaze. He didn't want him trying to drive anywhere unless he was one hundred percent okay. He shook his head and said, "I'll drive you home and take the bus back across the city. You don't need to be driving around if you're hurt." His protective side was obviously taking over. If anything else happened to Blaze, max would go mad. He wasn't taking any risks.

Max didn't reply. He got in the drivers seat and surveyed the car. He wanted to be sure he fully understood where each control was. It felt slightly strange to sit on the left side of the car, considering he'd had his car shipped over from England, so he sat on the right side. Once he felt familiar enough with Blaze's car he said, "I don't have any clothes." he wasn't saying no, he just wanted to watch Blaze squirm a bit. Of course he would stay. He couldn't say no to the boy if he tried.

Max groaned, "Do you really expect me to drive with you sitting there shirtless..." He started up the car, but allowed himself to examine Blaze. Even cut up, he was the most attractive guy Max had ever seen. That was high praise considering he worked with models on a regular basis. He had to restrain himself from jumping over the center console and attacking him. He forced his head to focus on the subject at hand. He pulled out of the parking lot smoothly, merging into a street. There was heavy traffic despite the time. While they waited for the stoplight to change, Max took up Blaze's hand again and let his eyes return to the boy.

Atticus, too drunk to really notice, just seemed happy for once. It was weird for him, not focusing on everything he found wrong in his character. He couldn't believe that this insanely attractive guy had just done everything that they had done together. He never felt less self conscious in his entire life. He just smiled up at the boy.

Max grabbed Blaze's chin gently, so as not to hurt him, and kissed him. It was short lived because the light changed, but Max made sure that the feeling would last him a while. He let his hand grab the steering wheel, and he moved forward with the other cars. His thumb ran circles over the back of Blaze's hand, but his eyes stayed trained on the road. He took a turn onto a side road and sped up. Soon he made it out to another main road. They weren't far from Blazes house now. He merged back into traffic and slowly followed traffic back in the direction of the younger boy's house.

Atticus could feel his eyes hooded, the alcohol finally playing its full effect. He didnt want to fall asleep, though, so he forced his eyes to stay open. He watched Miles, the way he moved. It was beautiful to watch, chewing on his lip. "I'm Atticus," he said, realizing that they didn't even know each others names.