"Max! Come 'ere!"
Neil chewed his lip nervously, flinching slightly. He always forgot how loud this man was, especially when shouting. Almost instantly the hurried sound of footsteps came into earshot, causing a grin to instinctively spread across the Brunet's face. He locked eyes with his boyfriend, outstretching his arm to hand him back the games. "I figured you'd wanna these."
Max offered a shy smile. Neil couldn't help but notice the slight uncomfortableness in the teen's expression. "Thanks."
"You okay?" He placed his hand on Max's shoulder, stopping him from rushing off. He felt him tense.
"Y-Yeah. I'm fine." The hand was shrugged off.
"Babe–"
"He said he's fine." The loud voice had returned, cutting him off. "You can go now–"
"Let him stay!" Suddenly a female entered the conversation – well, interrupted it, anyways. Neil shifted his gaze over to Max's 'mother', who leant comfortably against a nearby wall. She grinned hastily as she lowered her voice. "He and Max can go and hang out upstairs." She smiled sweetly.
Although they didn't really interact, this woman was definitely in his good books.
Max looked between the two adults expectantly, before growing impatient. "Let's go." He grabbed Neil's…wrist… and proceeded to drag him up to his bedroom, not bothering to check with his father. The games were thrown careless onto the floor as the elder of the two was practically thrown onto the bed, barely managing to keep himself sat upright.
Max didn't join him, however, choosing to face his wall and rest his head against it, groaning.
"What's the matter?" This was nothing new to Neil. Max had used this method of expressing his anger many times, even before they were dating, it was a common occurrence.
"Nothing–"
"Don't lie." The brunet was rarely stern with him, so this took him off guard slightly.
"I'm not lying."
Neil sighed.
He ran a hand through his hair. "You didn't let me touch you, a-and then you didn't even hold my hand, Max–"
"I'm not in a touchy mood–"
"Bullshit. You like it when I'm affectionate–"
"So what?!" He punched a fist into the wall angrily. He inhaled shakily as his eyes began to sting, sniffing. "Y-You don't know fucking anything abou-about me, Neil!"
This had escalated a lot quicker than the Jew had anticipated.
He swallowed thickly. "What do you mean?"
Max's breaths were irregular and somewhat panicked. He didn't answer. His breath hitched, however, when he was forced to turn around, back against the wall as Neil stared at him in concern, hands on his shoulders comfortingly. "Please. You can tell me."
He shivered. "I-I'm jealous," His words came out in hoarse whispers, much to Neil's dismay. He didn't mean to upset Max. "Your dad w-was so calm about it, a-and mine doesn't even kn-know yet–"
"You haven't told your parents?"
The raven nodded miserably. "Dad guessed about y-you… that's why–"
"Why you didn't want me to touch you… Fucking hell, Max, you should've told me…! I thought you'd already told them–"
"I know, I know, I'm sorry!" He stammered. "I-I'm so sorry, I got worried–"
Neil squeezed his shoulders assuringly. "It's okay, I understand." He paused. "What about his girlfriend, then…?"
"Sh-She knows about u-us…"
"You told her?"
"She guessed." Max wiped his eyes with the palm of his hand nervously. "She… She's fine with it. She doesn't care."
"Okay, that's good…" He muttered, frowning as more tears pooled in his boyfriend's eyes. He hated this so much. He'd never seen Max look so defeated and miserable. It broke his heart. "D'you want a cuddle…?"
The raven nodded as he practically collapsed in the taller male's arms, latching his arms around his torso like his life depended on it. "I-I-I didn't want to make y-you angry-" He cried.
Neil hugged him equally as tight, rubbing his back soothingly. "I'm not angry… calm down, babe, it's okay…"