Max breathes, sweat soaked and shaky. It's stifling in his home gym, and he's feeling a little dazed after getting off of the treadmill. He'd worked out, then he'd shot a video directed at Ospreay. Then he stumbled off of the treadmill and slumped down on the floor next to the gym equipment. "Fuck," he mumbles, trying to brush the sweat out of his eyes, trying to catch his breath.
He's still sitting there, struggling just to function, when a hand appears in front of his hand, shifting a bottle of water from left to right in front of him. "Drink this," Adam tells him. "It's room temperature. You won't die from it."
Max eagerly grabs it and gulps it down, groaning. "You sure about that?" he mumbles, closing his eyes.
"Here's a cold one," Adam continues, ignoring him. "Put that against your forehead to cool off."
Max sighs and takes it too, pressing it to his skin. "Ugh."
"I told you to keep water with you," Adam chides, running his hand through Max's sweat-drenched curls. "You're going to pass out from dehydration, Max. Then what am I supposed to do with you?"
Max shrugs, leaning into his touch. "Roll me over and make sure I don't drown in my own sweat? I don't know," he mumbles, taking another deep drink from the bottle.
Adam huffs, kicking the mess of fabric that was once a red tank top over to the other side of the room, sitting down next to Max. "Yeah, ok," he murmurs, resting his head on Max's shoulder. "Guess that's the least I could do."
Max chuckles, turning to press a kiss to the top of Adam's head. "Thanks, babe," he mumbles, finally catching his breath.
Adam huffs and nudges him. "You need to shower."
"Gonna join me?"
Adam hesitates. "I don't know, should I?"
Max's lips explore along Adam's throat, nudging back at him. "Yes, you should," he mumbles. "Make sure I don't pass out or something."
Adam scoffs, kissing Max's forehead. "I guess," he says. "If I have to."
Max smirks and drinks some more, shrugging. "I'm not going to force you.
Adam laughs a little, pulling Max closer. "Fine," he says, kissing him. "I will."
Max's eyes gleam as he looks back at him, smiling as he downs the rest of the water and crinkles the bottle up, tossing it aside. "Great. Let's go," he says, forcing himself up onto his feet and holding a hand out to Adam.
Adam laughs and shakes his head, still so deeply fond for this absolute mess of a man as he takes his hand and lets himself get pulled up.