Max stretches, rolling his neck out as he waits for the elevator to take him up to the penthouse. He taps his fingertips against the International title, a thrill of nervousness rushing through him. Titles are a charged topic for himself and Adam, and he's not sure what to expect when he's home, when Adam gets a good look at the belt over his shoulder. Around his waist. Propped up on the dresser.
He eventually steps off and exhales, unlocking the penthouse door and walking inside, trying to seem as confident and at ease as he ever is. He coos down at Piper as she greets him, eyes wide and fixed on him as he kneels down to pet her. She tilts her head and purrs as he strokes under her chin, carefully setting the belt aside as she nudges against his knee. "How's my pretty girl? Huh?"
She tires of him fairly quickly and he chuckles as she flounces off, allowing him to collect his belt and stand back up. It's then that he notices Adam in the doorway of the living room, watching them with a small smile. "Hey," Max greets him, adjusting the title belt against his shoulder as he walks into the living room. "How are you?"
Adam smiles and shrugs, eyes resting on the international title. "I'm ok," he says. "So, champ again, huh?"
Max nods, searching his face for a sign of... he's not even sure. "Yeah," he says. "Did, uh. Did you watch the match?"
Adam's eyes trail up to rest on his face, and he smiles a little, his eyes still oddly tense. "Yeah," he says. "I did. Almost repeated history, huh?"
Max nods, pulling the belt off of his shoulder and laying it on a nearby table before turning to face him fully. "Glad I didn't, though," he says. "Only want to go the full 60 with one person." He smirks, trying to hit flirty and smug, but feeling like he's falling short. Like he does more often than not in Adam's presence.
The tension fades from Adam's eyes, however, and he steps up to him, cupping his face in his hands. "Same here, Max," he says, leaning in and kissing him. "I'm happy for you."
"Yeah?" Max murmurs, curling his fingers in Adam's shirt and holding on. "Really?"
"Really. Being champ always looks good on you." Adam kisses him again and Max smiles, leaning into his steady warmth.
"Yeah, I guess it does," he sighs, turning his head to peer at the title before glancing back at Adam. "Wanna go celebrate with the new champ?"
Adam huffs out a laugh, then nods. "Yeah, Max. Been waiting for you."
"Hmm." Max smiles and gets a surprised squawk out of Adam when he scoops him up into his arms and turns to carry him down the hall to the bedroom.
"Max!" he exclaims, throwing his arms around Max's neck.
Max laughs, adjusting his hold on Adam's body. "Hold on, baybay. I've got you," he says cheerfully as he walks into the bedroom and kicks the door shut behind him in case Piper should get any idea.
Adam shakes his head in amusement as Max lays him down on the bed, hovering over him with a thoughtful look on his face. "What are you doing?"
"Thinking about where I want to begin," he says, smirking wide and sincere this time as he presses his hands against the mattress, framing Adam's body so he can lean in and kiss him once more.
"Just get down here and we'll figure it out," Adam groans, tugging on him while rolling his eyes impatiently.
"Sir, yes, sir," Max says, lowering down to straddle Adam, the both of them breathing out a groan at the contact. "Show the champ what you have in mind," he says, grin blinding as Adam tangles his fingers in his curls and draws him down for a lingering, filthy kiss.