Comfort me (submission for Beyblade Kintober Challenge)
Prompt: Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Tyson x Max
Rating: M
Words: 1,506
Tyson supposed he never really could understand what Max was going through. His own mother had passed away before he could learn to miss her, and his household had never felt less than complete. It was times like these he looked back and felt appreciation overwhelm him, even as his heart very nearly broke for the trembling boy in his arms.
When Max cried it felt like invisible hands were wrapping around Tyson’s own throat and slowly tightening their hold with every tear that the American shed.
“I don’t understand why-…”, the sweet voice of his best friend broke over pitiful hiccups and Max never did reveal what it was he didn’t understand instead saying, “I… I just want her to feel proud of me like she feels proud of the AllStarz. I just want her to look at me and see the son who is willing to do anything for her happiness, instead of a failure of a blader who isn’t even worth his own mother’s time!”
Tyson would tell him he wasn’t a failure of a blader, that he was one of the very best in the world, and that Ray and Kenny would agree, even Kai would (albeit grudgingly) but as tone-deaf as Tyson generally was, even he could see the reassurances of a friend could only do so much in the face of the disregard of a mother.
Feeling his own lower lip wobbling, Tyson gathered Max’s quivering shoulders closer to himself and subtly took a quick sniff of his familiar scent, hoping to let it ground him, so he could be there for his love.
“Max,” he drew up a blank. “Maxy-…” he tried again and failed. This wasn’t familiar territory. If it took everything away from him, Tyson would still give it all up just to stop Max from breaking like that and yet he could never find words to get that across. He wasn’t smart like Kenny or charming like Ray. Hell, even Kai’s eyes expressed more than Tyson ever could when it came to Max.
“I…-” cringing, he decided to not try again, running a hand through his hair and pulling off his cap instead. His arms came back up around Max, who had yet to look up. If it were any other time Max would be laughing and poking fun at Tyson’s disjointed speech. Tyson would feel horribly embarrassed, but the joy in those big blue eyes would eventually get him to crack up too.
Almost instinctively, Tyson grabbed Max’s chin and forced him to look up. Before he could stop himself, Tyson’s lips were brushing against his damp cheek.
When his brain cells caught up with his limbs, Tyson jerked back in horror only to have Max immediately latch on to his wrist. For one, his tears had stopped flowing but his wide-open eyes were seeking answers now. Answers Tyson wouldn’t, couldn’t provide. There was so much at stake. Max was so helpless right now, the championships were coming, Ray and Kai were always sneaking off together these days, he had had a fight with Kenny of all people in the evening before and… Tyson’s little mental rant was cut off as Max’s expression shifted.
A slight smile blossomed along the corners of Max’s mouth, whatever answers he had been seeking he had found, and apparently they pleased him well.
“Do that again.” Tyson could imagine the shy shifting of Max’s eyes and it did things to his stomach that he had never experienced in his life before. “Kiss me again, Tyson.”
Fists tightened in Tyson’s over-shirt. His own fingers were sifting through soft blonde strands and lifting Max’s face up again. Tyson pressed another kiss to his cheek, and then one more (what if he never got to do this again?) before pulling back to survey Max’s face.
He was more than pleased to find the pale cheeks painted a fierce red. Feeling some of his smug confidence seep back in through his feet, Tyson smirked.
“That help you a little?”
A single blonde brow was raised and Max smiled. He seemed threateningly close to tears again, but somehow they didn’t seem to be the sad type anymore. The American wiggled on his spot on the couch and after a moment’s hesitation, brushed Tyson’s arms aside and clambered onto his lap.
“You know what would help me more? If you did that properly again and for a little longer.”
Finding speech eluding him again, Tyson numbly started leaning towards Max again, only to find a hand (which was definitely not his own) re-positioning his head thus that his lips met Max’s lips instead.
Was it okay for a guy’s lips to feel so soft, so delicate?
For a second, Tyson remained frozen before he gave himself a mental kick and decided to move his lips the way he had previously practiced on his hand (he had never been kissed before, but that’s none of your business), hoping that it won’t feel as awkward as it had back then.
It didn’t.
Instead, when Max started applying similarly gentle pressure against him, Tyson was left floundering for words. He had never been kissed before, maybe because it was Max who was destined to be his first kiss. That was the only reason this mashing of lips felt so wonderful because it was with him.
They continued to softly smooch each other, and when they did break apart, Max was smiling again. Not that kissing wasn’t fun in itself, but even if it wasn’t he would do it as much as he had to, to keep Max smiling.
“I want more Tyson.” The more they touched, the more confident Max grew. Presently, he was unbuckling the straps of his dungarees, and pulling down the neck of his t-shirt to reveal the pinking column of his throat. Interesting. Tyson didn’t know people blushed down their necks too.
Instructions quite clear, Tyson leaned forward and started pressing butterfly kisses against Max’s rapidly flushing skin. Their arms fell around each other in a careful embrace, as if they both understood whatever this was, was so precious they had to cup it in both hands and keep it safe forever.
There was an intoxicating quality to Max’s scent because Tyson was getting more worked up the more his lips touched his skin. Max himself was clearly, and quite audibly, enjoying the activity for he kept sighing and his breath kept hitching. His eyes were screwed shut. Tyson wondered if it was just Max who’s neck was so sensitive or if it was everyone else too.
Curious to find out what other reactions he could get, Tyson’s hands drew the edges of Max’s t-shirt out of his dungarees. He lifted the garment up Max’s chest and over his head, and the blonde boy posed no resistance at all.
Tyson bit his lip. He wanted to touch all that was this beautiful little angel’s but he wondered if that was too intimate. Suddenly feeling shy himself, he sufficed with loping arms around Max’s waist and attacked his collarbone instead. He felt Max inhale sharply and throw his head back. His back squirmed as if he couldn’t quite control it as Tyson dusted kisses and bites across his collarbones and shoulders. Whenever he stopped to look up, the expression on Max’s face only made him rush to continue.
Sometimes, he would nuzzle the crook of Max’s neck. When he bit him on the side of it, a little more to the back, the American gasped out loud and Tyson found himself licking and pecking that spot again all to hear the delightful sound once more.
What he did hear was the sound of the front gate closing.
Immediately Max flew off Tyson’s lap and grabbed his t-shirt from the floor. One second Tyson was looking at a panicked Max fumbling with the garment, other at the yet closed door, and when he turned back the kid had already settled his clothes back in place and was respectfully sitting next to Tyson like nothing in the world had happened. Albeit, a lot closer than he had previously been.
The door slid open behind them and they both turned around to see Kai and Ray entering the house. Ray held the door open for Kai, who was carrying all of the stuff Ray must have purchased for dinner for some reason. This deeply perplexed Tyson. He had once asked Kai to hold his gloves while he did up his shoes and the Russian had simply glared and walked away. Why was he carrying bags for Ray now?
Lost in contemplation, Tyson didn’t notice Ray’s eyes sizing the two up. “What happened?” The neko demanded of them and Tyson prepared himself to apologize though he was perfectly aware he had no reason to.
“Nothing. I was just a little upset.” Max said to Ray before turning his smile at Tyson. It grew significantly softer and Tyson’s heart went bonkers in his chest. Max’s hand covered his own. “Tyson was just comforting me.”