Page 62 of One Night With The Nanny

“I understand,” Max said, angling his head and taking the kiss deeper. His hips bucked in time with Reid’s strokes and there was a muffled sob from Max as cum spilled from his cock. It made Reid’s grip so wet and hot and the smell made his mouth water as he craved the taste of it.

“Help me!” Reid whimpered before he stuffed his fingers in his mouth and licked and sucked. He searched for Max’s hand so he could take over. “Fuck!” he gasped when Max dropped to his knees. “Not like tha—!” he started but Reid’s eyes rolled as soon as Max’s lips closed around the head. Max sucked just as cum rushed up Reid’s length and he nearly fainted, he came so hard. “Christ!” Reid grabbed the door jamb and Max’s hair as the hall spun around them.

“Mmmm…” Max growled contentedly as he rose and captured Reid’s lips for another deep, seeking kiss. “Please, don’t push me away,” he begged, resting his forehead on Reid’s. “I’ve been out of my mind all week, needing to hear your voice and touch you and I don’t know what to do with myself now. Mia’s gone to Sophia’s so I can spend more time with you and you won’t talk to me.”

“Fine!” Reid pushed out a hard breath and set Max away from him. “You can stay, but just this once and just because I don’t want you to be alone,” he said, then refused to consider why the thought of that made him feel more miserable.

“I can stay?” Max parroted, his eyes growing huge as they stared through the door. “Here?”

“Yes…” Reid was already having second thoughts. “It’s not as nice as the Baccarat or your place—” he started but Max cut him off with a kiss.

“It’s wonderful, I promise! I won’t be any trouble or get in the way.”

“What?” Reid leaned back and gave him a hard look. “How could you be any trouble and get in the way of what?” He gave his head a shake as he turned, but stopped before pushing the door open and winced over his shoulder at Max. “If you could ignore everything they say and talk to them as little as possible, that would be great. They’re going to be ridiculous about this,” he predicted, earning a sympathetic hum from Max.

“I’ll do my best not to encourage them.”

“Thank you,” Reid replied with a duck of his head, then opened the door. He grabbed Max by the sleeve and rushed past the sofa, towing him along. “This doesn’t mean what you think it means,” he declared loudly and kept his head down as he dragged Max to his room.

“I’m sure it doesn’t,” Gavin called from his seat by the fireplace. “I went ahead and had Dash turn off the camera in the hallway, though, just to be safe.”

“Fuck!” Reid whispered, squeezing his eyes shut and Max tripped as he gasped out an “Oh, God!”

Reid pulled Max down the hall and used his foot to kick his door open. “Wait in here,” he said, then stormed back to the kitchen without making eye contact with Dash as he went to the pantry and grabbed their best bottle of wine, a merlot. He found the cork and a set of matching crystal glasses and returned to his room.

“I’m afraid this is the best I can do on short notice,” he said as he kicked the door shut behind him. “I wasn’t expecting company,” he explained with a vague wave of the bottle at his room.

Max was by one of the bookshelves holding one of Reid’s parents’ books. “I love it,” he said as he replaced it and looked around the room. “It’s just what I was expecting. But less orchids,” he admitted as he went to Reid and took the glasses from him.

“I don’t have any windows in here for them. I guess it’s a little…” Reid’s nose wrinkled as he considered his simple platform bed and the bookshelves on either side. He’d grown tired of knocking stacks of books off of his bedside tables so he’d done away with them and had Penn install the shelves and Reid had mounted a simple lamp over his pillow. “Functional,” he attempted, his face growing hot. He had a Peloton, a desk, and a leather reading chair with a footrest because all Reid did in his room was sleep, read, and run. “I don’t bring a lot of people in here,” he admitted.

“This is your sanctum,” Max said, gesturing for Reid to go ahead and open the bottle.

“I suppose it is.” Reid considered his room as he worked the cork out. He existed for Gavin, their friends, family, and the agency when he was outside of his room. But when Reid was in his room and alone he could tune everything out and lose himself in a romance, a James Bond novel, or reading a new study on childhood psychology and education.

“You have a very wide selection,” Max noted as Reid poured.

“I guess…” Reid wasn’t sure how Max had gleaned that from just a few moments and wished he had more psychology and nonfiction books. “Do you read a lot?” he asked awkwardly. He’d had a peek at Max’s home office and there were books scattered all over his place. Most had been dedicated to art or European history because they were in common areas.

“I do,” Max said as he raised his glass to Reid, then gave it a sniff. He hummed in approval as he took a long sip.

“Read anything good lately?”

Max nodded quickly as he swallowed. “I just finished I’m Glad My Mom Died,” he said, making Reid cough into his glass.

“Really? How was that?” he asked, rather shocked that Max would choose a memoir by a former child actor.

“Difficult at times,” he began slowly, then sighed. “The cover and the title stopped me in my tracks in the airport so I picked it up. I found McCurdy’s prose very easy to enjoy and her perspective was rather surprising and refreshing, at first. But I couldn’t help feeling concerned as a parent, the more I began to understand her trauma and how fresh her understanding of it is. And I can’t help but worry that I’ve somehow damaged my girls in similar ways without meaning to,” he said, once again stunning Reid with his transparency and vulnerability.

“I think that the fact that you’re worried about that is a good thing. And I would wager that you weren’t as bad as you’d like to believe,” he said, earning a doubtful look from Max as he turned and went back to perusing Reid’s bookshelves.

“I’m sure Mia and Sophia wouldn’t be glad I was dead, but I doubt they’d miss me,” he murmured.

“I think that’s it, though!” Reid said as he set his glass on the nearest shelf and went to Max. “We know now that they’ve always missed you and they’re starting to realize how important they are to you. They see that they can trust you because you’ve been so open and honest with them.”

Max’s eyes swept upwards as he nodded. “Thanks to you. I thought it was enough that I was physically present and told them I loved them. But the bar had been abominably low because I was comparing myself to my father. I wasn’t even allowed to talk to him without an appointment and permission to speak, first.”

“Max!” Reid reached for his cheek and cupped it tenderly. “That’s really sad.”

---