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Lost in a dream. That's how Max felt. But it was a dream in which he never wanted to wake up from. Just to see Enrique's happy, smiling, face—any dream in which Max saw that was a dream worth dreaming.
Max had always like dreaming. For him, dreams were a way to kind of "play out" his deepest desires, his most secret yearning, and, for the odd dream that wasn't so pleasant, of discovering his worst fears.
Maxie just lay down, sprawled out on the grass, daydreaming. He hadn't felt this content in ages. Enrique was coming to visit!!! Sure, so were the other Majestics, but they weren't nearly as important as Enrique. Enrique was gonna be here, with Max, today!!! Max was just too happy.
He began to yawn. Everything was just so perfect in the scene. He was alone in a field in the local nature park. The sun was shining, the cloud-free sky was a brilliant blue, the grass Max was currently resting upon was comfy, and the air smelled of pine and grass, lightly scented with the earthy smell coming from distant flowers. As was said earlier, everything was perfect. Perfect for Max, perfect for Enrique, perfect for a nap.
That's exactly what Max did. Good thing no one was in the vicinity—Max was quite the accomplished snorer.
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Enrique banged his head against the window. Completely by accident, of course. He was so tired right now. Not only had he spent ages doing some last-minute packing for his trip to Japan tomorrow, but to top it off, he'd spent the last two hours with his nose in his atlas, trying to find out which window, out of all the windows in his room, faced Japan (and exactly which way was Japan from his room). Now what could he do? A stifled yawn soon gave him the answer.
A few minutes later, Enrique was clad in purple suede pajamas and was ready to climb into bed. Before he turned out the lights and slipped into bed, he kissed his (only) picture of Max—that was only his usual bedtime routine. Gosh, Max looked so hot when he smiled like that. Every time Enrique looked at that picture, he felt his knees go weak. 'Tomorrow' he murmured to himself 'Tomorrow is when I'll see him…again.' Enrique was so tired, he'd forgotten that it was actually early morning—3:00, to be exact. (A/N: Hence, he really meant "today")
Needless to say, Enrique quickly set the record for fastest anyone has ever gone to sleep.
(A/N: Keep in mind that there's a time zone difference. Italy, I THINK (key word was think) is 8 hrs. ahead of us. Japan, I'm pretty sure, is 15 hrs. ahead of us. Hence, Eny and Max are 7 hours apart time-zone wise. So since the current time in Japan is 10:00 am, that means that over in Enrique's house in Italy, it's 3 am. Get it?)
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Max was scowling. Which was rare, for him. Mr. Dickenson was worried that the Majestics' wouldn't be feeling "at home" unless there was some sort of fancy meal waiting for them. So, Max was now stuck in a tuxedo at a fancy dinner party. Hell, didn't Mr. Dickenson realize that the Majestic's would be fine with hotdogs and fries? No seriously, Max had seen them eat that before.
It had been the Majestic's first trip to Japan. As such, Mr. Dickenson had given the Bladebreakers a mission—to make the Majestics as normal as possible. Needless to say, by the end of that trip, they were stealing the fries off of Tyson's plate. Partly to annoy him, and partly to satisfy their stomachs.
So would someone mind telling Max, again, just why this party was necessary? He so did not belong here. This was a party for rich people like the Majestics, so even if they did eat pepperoni pizza and stole fries from Tyson, this was still a formal, ritzy, black-tie affair. It only served to remind Max that his chances of getting with Enrique were slim. Max and Enrique were practically a world apart. Enrique was straight. Max wasn't. Enrique was super-wealthy and even had a butler, for crying out loud. Max's dad owned a shop in the downtown. Sure, they weren't exactly poor, but they weren't rich, either.
Max stared blankly at his wine glass, filled to the brim with – what else? – wine. This train of thought was just too depressing. Picking up his glass, he excused himself from the table.
Now where was he going to go? The nearby ravine called out to him, but in the darkness of the night, it looked far too eerie. Max didn't want to take any chances. His second choice was the garden. Quiet, secluded, and not nearly as eerie as the ravine was. Max made a beeline for the fountain in the middle of it all. Once there, he sat upon the wall, and began thinking. Taking a small sip of his wine, and noting the time, he adjusted himself on the wall until he was comfortable (solid stone fountain walls usually aren't too comfy), and then proceeded to zip back into his own little world. Where Enrique was the dominating factor.
When Max finally returned to reality, he noted a few things, namely that there weren't any lights in the distance where Mr. Dickenson's mansion was, and how cold it had become. My gosh Max thought How long have I been out here? He checked his watch. What? I've been out here for over 3 hours!?!?! Good grief, everyone's probably left by now!!! Looking down, he realized just how absorbed in his thoughts he'd become – he'd spilled his wine ages ago and hadn't even noticed it until now.
A twig snapped somewhere not too far away. Maybe it came from watching too much TV, but Max was guessing that something – or someone – was coming. Next came a rustling noise. At first, Max thought it was just the leaves on the trees in the wind, but then he heard it again. This time, it didn't sound like leaves. It sounded like fabric rustling. To top it off, there wasn't any wind blowing. Holy shit, Max thoughtwho the hell is out there? Normally, it wasn't like Max to use such language even in thought. However, Max was pretty paranoid. What if it was a rapist or a serial killer? Sure, technically speaking, he was in someone's backyard right now, but Mr. Dickenson's yard was huge!!! It had taken Max over 10 minutes to walk here.
To only add to Max's current state of paranoia, the next thing Max knew, something had been thrown over his head. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit... just my luck!!! What if it's a. . . a. . . a. . . Max turned around and looked his attacker in the face. What he saw shocked him to the core. What if it's an Enrique? he thought sarcastically. Max was pretty relieved and all, but he didn't like the fact he'd been all worked up over nothing.
"Hey there," Enrique said softly "I was getting worried about you. It is eleven o'clock at night, you know."
"Yeah, I know." Max answered, taking off whatever it was that Enrique had thrown over his head. Upon examining it, Max discovered that it was actually a black jacket. "Can I put this on?" It was obviously Enrique's – Max didn't own a black jacket, and this coat was far too small to be Mr. Dickenson's.
"Sure. That's what I brought it out here for. I figured you must be freezing." Enrique promptly sat down next to Max.
Goddamnit, does he have to sit so close? Max could feel the other's body heat through the jacket, they were sitting that close, and it was driving Max crazy. His heart was beating so loudly, he wouldn't be surprised if Enrique could hear it.
Enrique may not have heard Max's heartbeat, but he certainly did hear the heavy panting Max was doing as a result. He sounds like he's terrified or something, with all that panting. But it only started when I sat down. Strange. Wonder why. . . . . "Hey, Maxie?"
"Huh? Yeah?"
"Something wrong?"
"No, not really."
"You sure?"
"Yup."
"Really?"
Max was beginning to get Annoyed. He whirled around (or whirled around as best he could on the fountain wall) but found that Enrique had been sitting closer to him then he'd realized.
Due to the fact that Max had just spun around, Max and Enrique were now kissing.
It started off as a light kiss – they were both too shocked to actually do anything more then just sit there with their lips touching – but then Max, deciding to make the most of it, closed his eyes and leaned in. Then Enrique did the same.
Soon, they were completely lost in each other.
And the kiss grew ever more domineering as their tongues began to wage war, with the older boy (Eny) eventually winning, as the two were forced to break apart for aired.
"Enrique. . ." Max panted.
"That's me." Enrique answered softly. "That's me."
Max just smiled up at him. It was a gorgeous smile, with even more wattage then the one Max had been giving in the picture that Enrique always kissed every night before he went to bed. And it was reserved for Enrique. Enrique was literally melting at the sight of it.
Partly because he couldn't take it anymore, and partly because Enrique was sure that if Max didn't stop smiling like that, he (Enrique) would be a pile of gloop, Enrique leaned in and kissed Max again.
And again, that simple kiss turned into something ultimately dominating.
And again, they both got completely lost in each other.
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The End.
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