After he woke Reid up and thanked him for letting him stay and for finally letting him in. Max nuzzled his face in Reid’s hair, groaning at the fresh scent of his shampoo. It was still damp from their clumsy 2:00 a.m. shower. He’d never washed another man’s hair or back until he met Reid. And it was very likely that Max would think about Reid’s soapy hands on his cock the next time he touched himself.

“Mmmmax…”

That was music to Max’s ears. Hearing his name from Reid’s lips, breathless and quivering as their bodies burned and writhed held its own addictive lure and Max would do anything and everything to hear him say it again and again.

Starting with the back of Reid’s neck. Max licked and nibbled, sucking on Reid’s shoulder as he rolled them. He dragged his tongue down Reid’s spine, moaning at the faint taste of soap and the trace of sweat as his body grew warmer under Max’s lips. Max pressed a reverent kiss at the base of Reid’s spine before tracing the cleft of his ass with his tongue.

“May I?” Max whispered, receiving a silky purr as Reid’s back arched and his knee slid higher. “So beautiful…”

Max worshiped Reid’s hole, sucking on the delicate, flinching folds and flicking and fucking him with his tongue. His heart sang as Reid whimpered and begged and clawed at the duvet.

“Now, Max,” he ordered as he swiped a packet of lube off the floor and passed it back to Max.

“As you wish.” Max quickly coated his cock and lined the head up with Reid’s hole. His hand swept up Reid’s back lovingly. “Anything you wish, Reid,” he vowed raggedly, pressing into exquisitely tight, gripping heat.

“Wait!” Reid dove forward, off of Max’s shaft. He snatched his phone off the shelf by his pillow. “Fuck! Brunch!” he screeched, rolling out of bed and tripping in the direction of his closet.

Max stared after him. “I enjoy brunch as well but we were—”

“Get dressed!” Reid flailed as he leaned out of the closet. “Now!”

“Isn’t it a bit early?” Max asked and ducked when his boxers flew toward him.

“Hurry!”

“Alright,” Max replied, shaking his head.

He was buttoning his shirt when Reid appeared, dressed in a shirt, tie, and trousers, carrying Max’s tie and shoes. “Here. You can put these on in the car,” he told Max and turned him toward the door.

“The car?”

“You can call one from the coffee shop,” Reid advised and reached for the door but Max caught his wrist.

“Why are you panicking?” He attempted to pull Reid into his arms and guide him back to the bed, only to be spun and shoved into the hall.

“You have to go now!” Reid whispered frantically. “If Fin or Riley—”

“Dash and Gavin were here last night and they know I stayed,” Max reminded him but Reid gave his head a determined shake.

“I’ll just deny it and pretend it didn’t happen. But I can’t do that if you’re still here,” he said and snatched Max’s hand, pulling him down the hallway.

They made it to the kitchen and Reid swore and turned to run as soon as he saw all the faces assembled around the table, beaming happily at them over cups of coffee and glasses of champagne.

“Ack!” Reid cried when he crashed into Max’s chest.

Max caught him and shushed softly, attempting to reassure him, but Reid let out a horrified shriek as he pulled free and ran down the hall. His bedroom door slammed shut a moment later and Max heard several grunts and hisses from the other side of the kitchen.

“Should I go after him?” Max asked, looking to Fin first.

His nose wrinkled as he shook his head. “I wouldn’t. He’s probably glitching and melting down back there and you don’t want to see that.”

“No, no, no…” Gavin rumbled and shuddered into his teacup.

There were snorts and winces from Penn and Morris who both mouthed nos while Dash crossed himself.

The kitchen was silent until Penny started to giggle. She covered her mouth and pulled a deep breath through her nose. “I know I shouldn’t laugh, but—!” She couldn’t stop it from coming and turned on the bench and buried her face in Agnes’s chest as she gave in and sobbed.

“Did you see his face?” Agnes managed, fanning her watering eyes.