#16 things you said with no space between us - Liam/Max
Mini fic / Ficlet prompts (Open & extremely slow)
16. Things you said with no space between us
Max/Liam | 905 words | Rating: Explicit
Blowjob Therapy
Liamâs spinning the ring on his finger as he swipes through email on his phone. Heâs tucked against the line of silver toolboxes at the side of Maxâs garage, bathed in the red glow of the neon accent trim. The sound of the machinery and laughing behind him is a comforting blanket. His nerves overexposed to the bludgeoning of media attention.Â
Heâs hiding.Â
Not exactly where heâs supposed to be, but close enough. Music is pumping through the speakers as the team puts in wrench work to get them ready for Friday.Â
The sticky Singapore humidity is impossible to escape. Heâs got one ankle crossed behind the other, not paying attention to his precarious balance until someone knocks into the back of him.Â
He drops his phone and braces himself against the sturdy aluminum counter, palms flat and fingers splayed in surprise. A startled gasp threads his lips as the warmth of a body presses his sweat-soaked polo against his back.Â
What the fuck?Â
An arm extends past him to set down a can of RedBull, a little extra force pressing his hips against the unforgiving metal. Â
âBlow me.â The low voice in Liamâs ear tickles like a feather and he brings a shoulder up defensively, turning until he canât, pinned in place. He looks up and catches a familiar sliver of stubble-dusted jawline and full lips. The accented words are unmistakable, and even if they werenât, there was a dick introducing itself to his ass. He canât misunderstand that.Â
âYeah?â Liam answers, not sure if itâs a statement or a question, agreement or confusion, a mouth-watering mix of both. Thereâs eyes and mics everywhere. One of them should move away. Neither of them do.Â
âRight here?â The whispered question revs Liamâs engine big time.Â
âYouâd be too loud,â Liam counters, grinding back. Two could play this game.
The pressure of Maxâs hips finally relents as he steps away with a camera-ready smile. Like Liam had just said the funniest thing in the world.Â
âYouâre that good?â
Liam turns and lets his tongue swipe between his lips. A shiny pink invitation.
 âBetter.âÂ
Maxâs blue gaze devours him as Liam leans back against the counter and stares.
âDriverâs room. Fifteen minutes.â
*
It feels like heâs on his knees before the door closes, Max sitting in an uncomfortable folding chair and pushing his underwear down his thighs until his hard cock is level with Liamâs hungry mouth. Itâs thick and uncut, heavy on his tongue, salt and musk invading his senses as his lips stretch wide. Itâs the biggest dick heâs had in his mouth, but he figures Max assumes that whenever heâs staring down at a head between his thighs.Â
âFucking hot mouth,â Max groans. âYou look good like this, more relaxed than the last few days.â Max rubs the tension out of his shoulders with a firm grip and it feels amazing.
Liamâs easy pace stutters a bit, but he recovers quickly, pulling back and lapping at the tip while giving Max a confused look.Â
Max slides his hand to the back of Liamâs head and urges him back down.Â
âYouâve been stressed, I can tell. With everything going on.â
Liam makes a noise of protest but keeps bobbing up and down, tongue swirling and hand pumping.Â
âYou clearly needed a distraction. Pouting like that in my garage.â
It feels surreal, the levelheaded advice offered as Max tests easing his cock against the back of Liamâs throat.Â
âYou can take it?â Max asks, and to his credit he waits for an answer.Â
An affirmative is muffled around a full mouth, and Liam relaxes eagerly, bracing to have his face fucked. Instead, Max is slow as he pushes forward and holds Liamâs face down, nose buried in his pubes until he chokes. He does it again, and again, just as slowly. Rubbing at the hinge of Liamâs jaw when he pulls away, letting him catch his breath, admiring his spit slick smile. Max isnât wrong; heâs definitely feeling less stressed out now.Â
âCome on my face?â he asks when he feels Max getting close. Feels the way his thighs tense under Liamâs hands and Max rolls his eyes as he groans. Liamâs more than pleased to be able to get that reaction out of him. He watches with rapt attention as Max reaches down to jerk himself off. They wouldnât have much uninterrupted time, his movements urgent and quick. He paints his climax over Liamâs swollen red lips and smirks as he plays his fingers through blond hair.
âYou know, you owe me one.â Liam says as he grins and licks at the salty come dripping from his top lip onto his waiting tongue.Â
âThis was for your benefit,â Max pants, catching his breath. Smile impossibly wide on his face as he tosses down a wink.Â
âWhat? Howâd ya figure?â Liam finishes wiping up his mouth with his index finger and then sucks it clean.Â
Max watches and inhales through his teeth. âI took the edge off for you. Free therapy and good practice.â Max pats his cheek. Â
Liam rolls his eyes and uses the sturdy handles of Maxâs thighs to stand.Â
âYouâre an asshole.â Liam chuckles as Max puts himself away.Â
âBut Iâm not wrong,â Max answers.
And he wasnât wrong. âYou still owe me one.âÂ
âTonight then, hotel, send me your room number.â
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