Max uses his hands to boost Rowan into his chest until they are crushed together so tight it's almost like they occupy the same space. And he pours back all the affection, all the acceptance, the hope and renewal he's felt since meeting Rowan right back into that kiss, just as desperate and passionate.
There's so few people he feels he can be his better, more genuine, self around. Rowan is sitting tied for the top of that list. It's not even about what they know, or don't know. It's that, for all they find him attractive, they've always wanted to talk to him too, and to listen. Really listen. And he doesn't think there's any way he can possibly tell them how much it means to find someone he can share so much of his soul to. But what he can't put into words, he will strive to put into deeds.
"No, maybe I don't all the way. But I'd like to."
He pulls away from the kiss to take a breath. And finally looks down at Rowan's new ensemble. He's finally able to appreciate the feel of jean fabric beneath his hands.
"I like you new style, by the way. Or, is this the old style?"
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Date: 2020-09-03 02:52 pm (UTC)There's so few people he feels he can be his better, more genuine, self around. Rowan is sitting tied for the top of that list. It's not even about what they know, or don't know. It's that, for all they find him attractive, they've always wanted to talk to him too, and to listen. Really listen. And he doesn't think there's any way he can possibly tell them how much it means to find someone he can share so much of his soul to. But what he can't put into words, he will strive to put into deeds.
"No, maybe I don't all the way. But I'd like to."
He pulls away from the kiss to take a breath. And finally looks down at Rowan's new ensemble. He's finally able to appreciate the feel of jean fabric beneath his hands.
"I like you new style, by the way. Or, is this the old style?"