A/N: My keyboard broke last week, and life's been full of other random stress and aggravation, so I decided to break my new keyboard in with a little smut.
New York is hot and humid this week. Max travels back from Dynamite and immediately gets bombasted by heat as soon as he leaves the airport. He grimaces and gets into the car as soon as the driver stops at the door. He groans and checks his phone before looking up. "Hey, stop at the grocery store. I need to get a couple of things."
He waits in the car while his driver runs inside. Taps his fingers against the case of his phone until the guy returns with a bag full of his couple of things. Max smirks at him and sits back, waiting while they make their way through the streets back to his penthouse. Adam is at rehab and Max makes his way inside, nudging Piper gently out of the way as he makes his way to the fridge, putting a few things in the freezer before wandering into the living room and collapsing onto the couch to wait.
He watches the clock, timing it almost to the minute when Adam returns, listening to his key in the door and how he pauses to greet Piper. He remains where he's at, arms outstretched over the back of the couch, comfortable, at his leisure, when Adam finally makes his way into the room. "Hey, Baybay."
"Hey, Max." Adam smiles at him and exhales, taking his hair out of its ponytail and shaking it out. "Damn, it's hot outside."
"It is, isn't it?" Max looks him over with hooded eyes and smirks. "How was rehab?"
"It was ok." Adam shrugs, glancing at him. "You look like you're planning something. What's up, Max?"
"Hmm." He smirks. "Why don't you go get comfortable in the bedroom and I'll join you in a few minutes?"
"Max," Adam says, half between a laugh and a question.
"Trust me," he says. "Do you trust me?"
Adam sighs. "You know I do," he says.
"Well then," he says, sitting forward. "I'll be with you in a few minutes."
Adam rolls his eyes but smiles, turning to head down the hall to their bedroom.
Max smirks and gets up as well, disappearing into the kitchen.
The bedroom is shadowy, Max walking more by memory than vision as he crosses over to the bed and looks down at Adam's prone form. He's changed into a tank top and shorts, sprawled out on his stomach against a pile of pillows. Max hums, placing a bowl down on the table next to the bed and ghosts his hand over the strip of skin visible where Adam's shirt had ridden up.
Adam sighs into the pillow and shifts, looking like he's about to roll over, until Max reaches over to the bowl, dipping his fingers in and then smearing them over Adam's skin, causing him to gasp at the sudden cold against his sun-heated skin. "Oh, shit," he says, toes curling against the bottom of the bed. "Max-"
Max smirks, collecting a full ice cube this time. He pulls Adam's top up and continues trailing it over his spine, up towards his shoulderblades, watching as Adam gasps and groans into the pillows. "Like that, baybay? I thought it might help with the heat," he teases, continuing to tug at his shirt until Adam sits up and all but tears the tank top the rest of the way off, slinging it away. "Ooh, someone's impatient." He settles down at Adam's side and chuckles, brushing the rapidly melting ice against Adam's shoulders, over his neck.
Adam shifts and sighs, eyes fluttering against the pillow as he breathes through the chill of ice. "Max," he mumbles, waiting until Max has shifted to collect more ice to roll over, their eyes locking.
Max quirks an eyebrow at him and smirks. "You need something, Adam?"
Adam stares at him, blue eyes dark with need and hunger. "You," he says, watching as Max's fingers falter in the bowl of ice.
"Well, then," he says. His fingers begin to trail against Adam's stomach, up his sternum to his chest, and Adam groans, enjoying the teasing chill, before he feels Max shift, leaning over away from him. There's a pause where Adam is staring at the ceiling, trying to breathe through Max's teasing touches, when his fingers disappear from Adam's pecs entirely, just to get replaced by wet, cold lips, Max pressing icy kisses to his collar, down lower over his straining body. "Max!"
Max smirks and continues pressing his chilly lips against Adam's skin, teasing, drawing it out until he makes it to Adam's lower stomach. Adam is gasping and panting, barely aware as Max hooks his fingers in his shorts and begins to lower them as well. Adam's eyes lock on Max as soon as he realizes, however, and Max smirks back up at him, more icy kisses getting pressed against his hips, his thighs, his-
"MAX," Adam chokes as Max licks an icy trail over him, causing his hips to jerk upright. "Oh shit, oh god-" He fists the sheets so tightly that he almost expects them to tear, gasping hard as his body coils tighter and tighter with the steady work by Max's mouth, the cool pressure of his tongue and lips. Max continues to mouth at him, icy tongue contrasting wildly with his heated flesh, sending him spiraling too rapidly towards a finish he wasn't expecting.
It slams through him like a bullet and he moans, hips held up in a tense thrust as Max works him through it, the ice permeating through his flushed arousal, good ankle pressing into Max's shoulder as he tries to hold on, wanting it to last but falling apart too quickly. He slumps back against the pillows, breathing raggedly as Max pulls away and smiles, watching him struggle to recollect himself. Once Adam blinks himself to some level of awareness, Max's fingers trail between his thighs, chuckling when Adam moans. "Good?" he asks, kissing Adam's knee teasingly.
"Oh my god, shut up," Adam sighs, finding it a struggle just to lift his head to look at Max. "Get up here."
Max hums, curious, and crawls up the bed until they're face to face. Adam looks determined despite how boneless he still seems, hands uncoordinated as he tries to unzip Max's jeans. "What are you doing, baybay?"
Adam rolls his eyes, still barely to get his fingers to work. "You know," he huffs, continuing to work at Max's clothes. "Help me."
Max huffs out a laugh and shifts around, pulling his clothes off and tossing them aside to join Adam's on the floor. "Better?"
"Yes," Adam sighs, hands trembling as he brushes them over Max's skin. "God. Where did you even learn that?"
Max smirks at him and shrugs. "Stick with me, Baybay, I'll teach you all of ol' Maxy's tricks. Or, well, most of them anyway."
Adam rolls his eyes and grips Max's hips. "C'mere." He continues drawing Max closer until Max has to grab the headboard to keep from falling into Adam. "C'mon."
Max pauses, reaching over for the bowl. "You want this?"
"Yes," Adam sighs, parting his lips as Max feeds him a couple of ice cubes, the only ones remaining somewhat intact from the bowl. He bites into them, chewing them into smaller pieces, as Max adjusts himself and leans in, Adam staring up at him as he parts his lips, Max slowly sinking into him, gasping heatedly as he digs his fingers into the headboard, groaning at the feel of Adam's cool tongue pressing into him, each time he swallows intensifying the chill.
"Oh god," he mumbles, pressing his face into his forearm. "Adam-"
Adam smirks against Max and Max groans, rocking his hips deeper, faster, trying to focus on Adam's eyes to make sure he's not showing any signs of distress as Max's instinctual need overwhelms him. But instead of pushing him away, Adam digs his fingers deeper into Max's hips, guiding him to continue, even helping him to go further, harder, and Max moans shakily against the headboard, the mix of sensations overcoming him quickly.
He pants and shakes his head. "Adam, I'm gonna- it-"
Adam nods and swallows repeatedly, holding him closer, and Max lets out a strangled noise, climax slamming into him with so much force that he thinks he blacks out for at least a minute. When he comes back to, he's slumped against the headboard, alternating between panting breaths and shallow moans, Adam's tongue lazily working him over still.
"God," he mumbles, pulling away and dropping to the side, using his grip on the headboard to guide his way down, careful not to completely crush Adam as he goes. "Holy shit."
Adam rolls towards him and brushes his fingers through Max's hair, a bright smile still on his face once Max remembers how to open his eyes and look. "I hope that's a good 'holy shit'," he says lightly.
Max huffs and curls a hand around Adam's neck, drawing him in for a long, lazy kiss. "You're ridiculous. And incredible." He sighs, leaning back and pressing his forehead to Adam's. "I love you."
"I love you too," Adam says, cuddling up against him. "You know, this ice thing may make the summer months much more bearable. I bet there's lots of different things that can be done with it."
Max huffs a laugh against Adam's shoulder, too tired and satisfied to think about it right this moment. "Yeah, probably," he agrees, content to wrap an arm around Adam and drift off into a comfortable sleep.
Adam smiles down at him, kissing his forehead, before settling in to rest as well.