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"Being born is like turning into light. A billion particles coming back as one body." fandomless witch oc written by Melinda.

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orbiit‌:

There’s a brief moment where Liam’s legs stop kicking in the water, a pause as his head goes right to that image. Max glistening in a mix of scattered lights, in his element, surrounded by incredible people in the middle of a night club Liam’s probably never heard of. He nods, slow, gets a grip on the conversation again. “Yeah - you’re always super busy,” He agrees, a warm smile on his face at the comment. Max has a whole other world on him, and he’d honestly been worried that this would be a little mundane in comparison. Liam’s just glad he can actually give him something new. His eyes light up at that - of course he wants to see something cool. His grin gets even wider, and the water sloshes a little as he moves closer. “Yeah I do - what’ve you got?” Liam turns, his whole body drifting to catch whatever Max has to show him. His gaze gets lost along the way, but he nods as their eyes meet. 

“I always make time for you though, don’t I?” He finishes his stretches and stands up, an eager smile creeping across his face. Max loves a lot of things, but showing up is somewhere near the top of the list. There is something about being the center of attention that just does it for him. A hand runs through his hair and shifts the tradition pink to a dark purple before extending out. “Watch closely.” He gives it a beat and then an orb of light swirls to life in the center of his palm before flying towards the pool. His eyes wander up to the lights above their heads and they flicker just before shutting off. Once the light hits the pool it disappears and the entire pool takes on a neon glow that shifts every few seconds. Green to purple to red to blue. “I think this might be a little nicer for our purposes.” Speaking of which -- Max glances at Liam and decides that it’s time to close the gap between them. Once he arrives, a few inches away from the other, he grins and leans in close. “Hey,” he says as the lights shift around them. “You bring hot guys here often and look at their abs?” A pause. “--or am I special?”

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“We can put our stuff here - I’ll get the lights,” Liam isn’t sure why he’s whispering - he knows they won’t really get in much trouble if they’re caught. Sure, he got permission from his manager thanks to a favor she owes him, but still. It’s officially not allowed, so he’s moving carefully as he drops his duffel by a pool chair. He disappears for a minute to flick on the pool’s lights, emerging beside Max with a triumphant grin. He really hopes this makes him seem cool. “You ever been here at night?” Liam probably asked that four time already, but he does it again anyway. He shucks his jacket, tossing it on a chair as he makes to sit at the edge of the shallow end. ( @lightsbeam )

Max doesn’t spend much time in the water -- most of his time is spent between managing a Starbucks in Chelsea and making sure that he knows about all of the best club scenes in the city. It’s a hard life, but somebody has to do it and it might as well be him. Moments like these, the ones that seem quieter are rare to come by so he takes them as they do, always looking for a moment to just relax with someone else. It doesn’t hurt that Liam has a nice smile (or that Max MIGHT have him wrapped around his finger), he’d argue that it actually adds to the whole experience. “This place is nice. I spend most of the nights sweating in a club so no.” A moment and a pause as he lowers his bag down. “Look at you-- giving me new experiences and shit.” Max pulls off his crop top and his shorts shift into trunks with a snap of his fingers. “Hey,” he calls as he stretches. “You wanna see something cool?”

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“I know—and it’s great believe me—but god damn does it distract me from the whole coordination part of it.” When Max turns around, he lets out a deep sigh. At least he gets a momentary reprieve from the hell that is Max not giving a single fuck about Quentin maintaining some of his dignity. Hands find Max’s waist and guide him closer as they close the space between him. The relief he feels is short lived because soon enough, this evil ass witch is pressed against him again. Great. Perfect. “Jesus, I—” he cuts himself off, laughing. “I would prefer to dance with you now and get you on your knees later but you seem intent on torturing me and/or expediting the whole process.”

“I don’t think--” he has to pause because do people actually coordinate when they grind? He’d always just assumed that the goal was to make your dance partner hard and get them to fuck you-- which, has really worked for him in the past. The idea that grinding might actually just be dancing sometimes is sort of blowing his mind. Anyway, he leans up to plant a soft kiss on Quentin’s lips and focuses back in on what he wants. The other witch. “If you’d prefer to dance with me, then do it. You’re the one talking about not being able to concentrate and coordination. I’m trying to feel my body on your body and you’re somewhere else.” Another kiss, this time on the jaw. “You can have me on my knees whenever you want. I’d just like to make sure we both know that.”

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So, he is forward. Daniel likes that, and honestly? It’s just what he needs. Spending most of his time trying to hide a pretty important part of himself is exhausting. Being able to leave all of that behind, even if it’s just for a couple of hours, is incredibly freeing. “Ah, I’m touched.” He even brings his hand to his heart in order to show he means it just after Max pokes him. “Let’s say it does happen, but not as often as you might think it does.” Now that he was starting to gain recognition for his work, Daniel had been forced to keep his outings to a minimum. “Part of me wants to call you out on your bluffing.” Still holding his drink, he shrugged as he sipped on his straw. “The other part though? It’s dying to figure out what I might get into if I keep talking to you.”

Max watched him and laughed just a little -- people calling him out on bluffs never ended well for him. He likes to think that he makes it pretty clear from the moment you meet him what he is about. There was a reason his friends named him “thot of the year four years” in a row. The title took work and he wasn’t interested in giving up to anyone else. His eyes keep Daniel’s as he leans forward, wrapping his lips around the straw of the drink to take a long sip. “You’re going to need something stronger, if you want to keep talking to me.” He snaps his fingers and two drinks fly from their bar and right into his hands. “Why don’t we go somewhere more quiet?” There is a light in his eyes that is hard to place. “I wanna make good on my bluff.”

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Quentin has no idea what the fuck is going on which tends to be the norm for just about any excursion that involves Max.  “I hear you, I really do, but um…first off, I have all the coordination of a newborn foal. Second, your ass is directly on my dick. Like…directly pressed up against my junk. Not sure how I’m expected to concentrate.” He understands grinding as a concept, respects it even. He just feels like it’s made for men with a little more resolve.

He has to laugh and then take a sip out of the floating glass that was a few inches away from his face. Quentin was so cute -- it was like he didn’t even realize the point of Max grinding on him was just an excuse to put his ass on his dick. Did he actually care about the possibility of Q learning to grind? Of course he did, but the possibility of getting dick was there too and he never turned down a chance to get what he wanted. “That’s the point, like the whole point of grinding -- bodies pressed up against each other and shit.” He pivots and wraps his arms around Quentin’s neck, getting up in real close until their bodies are flush against each other. “Do you prefer this-- I mean I can still feel your dick so it all works for me!” A wicked idea and a smile later. “Oooor would you prefer on my knees right now? That’s always been a favorite for you, right?”

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Eyes widen at the proaction, a brief chuckle ensuing, more visible than audible; part of him loves playing this game a little too much. Loves running his fingers upwards underneath Max’s shirt, teasing the hard muscle before squeezing. Loves flushing their bodies close as possible as his hand curls around Max’s hips. Loves the preamble most of all. Marcelo was never the type to skip a good foreplay. 

“I guess we’re lucky there’s no cameras facing the door, huh, bello?” said as he flicks a glance towards the impassive lenses hanging just to the side. Just a decoy; something both of them know well. Though, would it even matter if it weren’t? “I can touch you as much as I want, right now.” And he makes good of that claim; his teeth scrape Max’s jawline, his first act before heading towards the neck to plant a few kisses. 

It’s such a languid, lazy set of gestures, they almost come across as affectionate. It’s only when he kisses his way up to Max’s lips and seizes them hungrily in a short, deep thing, fingernails digging into the flesh just below the boy’s waistline, that his intentions become fully clear. 

And just like that, he’s pulling away, grinning and thrusting his jacket into Maxwell’s chest. “Good as you look, it’s cold out there.”

The problem with Maxwell Reed is that he has a hard time backing down. It’s something that everyone noticed about him growing up -- if you present him with a problem then he’ll solve it because fuck you for thinking that you’re good enough to stump him. So when Marcelo starts grabbing and pulling him close, he leans into it because what he wants is to get bent over the counter. Fuck a caramel frappe, work these guts kind of situation, you know?

Marcelo is such a good man because before Max can ask for more, he is already grabbing his lips and and digging his finger nails into his waist. It’s so good that he almost lets himself get lost in, but the thing is, he knows better than that by now. There is always something else when it comes to the man in front of him. Everything stops and he has to laugh because of course he actually wants to ride home. 

“You know I’m made of light, right?” This comment doesn’t stop Max from pulling the jacket on over his shoulders and shifting the colors around just a little so that they match his outfit. “So I know you’re into foreplay and all that shit, but if I’m being honest with you -- if I’m speaking a hundred percent real nigga? I’m tryna ride in the car until you can’t feel your legs.” He lets that hang in the air for a beat and then heads towards the car like he never said it. It was cold out and all it took was a little focus and his body gained a low glow. “Can you believe that woman from earlier? The one complaining about us not having fat free whipped cream? Does she know how whipped cream even works? It needs fat!”

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Seeing the way Max conducted himself made Daniel felt a sting of jealousy. He could never be like that. Unlike his sister, Daniel had always been more on the reserved side. So, having someone as confident and shameless as Max approach him had his heart beating a bit too hard. This always happened whenever Daniel interacted with someone that had managed to catch his eye, so thankfully he had enough experience to know how to keep his nerves at bay and not let them show. Like Max, he closed the distance between them before taking a small sip of his drink, wishing he had another in order to fill himself with some liquid courage. Funny how someone the media referred to as ‘fearless’ was reduced to this all because of a guy. “Sending you a drink was my way of knowing if you were here alone.” Horrible excuse, but he couldn’t exaclyt say he hadn’t talked to him  because he was scared.  “How often do you use that line?”

Max has this way of smiling and making his mouth look like a knife. It’s dangerous and alluring all at once. He downs the drink that Daniel sent his way in one long swig and lets the cup disappear into a thin strand of light. So the question is now figuring out how he wants to proceed -- Max isn’t one to beat around the bush. If you want him, say so and he will accomidate you! “Well, I’m alone and I’d like to not be.” A brief pause as he considers Daniel for a second. “I don’t use the same line twice so that one is just for you.” The last sentence comes with a finger moving over Daniel’s chest. “What about you? Do you normally send drinks to cute guys grinding the night away on the dance floor?” One beat. “I’m going to go with no-- which means I’m sort of like a risky move for you. I just wanna make this clear... I’m not a risk you’ll be able to stop.”