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Daniel has been watching the guy’s clips for awhile now.
It surprised him at first when he scrolled through @orgasmax’s Twitter and saw the clips he posted. @Orgasmax getting fucked against a window, getting fucked on his back while his tits bounced, getting fucked on his knees while he unabashedly moaned for it. He was loud, so vocal, clearly absolutely loving it. He never showed his face; so many of the clips were headless, or with his back to the camera. Glimpses of his plush lips sometimes but nothing more. Anonymous. Hot.
He was probably average height, Daniel guessed. But he was big and broad-shouldered, thick with muscle but not lean and ripped. He had a juicy fucking ass, thick thighs, and full tits. And the pinkest, prettiest, tightest looking hole Daniel’d seen in a long time. And he’d seen plenty.
His dick was a good size - thick and pink and deliciously uncut, something Daniel rarely encountered in America. He had nice hands and clean nails and blonde hair on his arms and legs and no where else. Waxed or lasered smooth, smooth, smooth.
And he had an accent. Something not-American, something Daniel couldn’t pinpoint, but he had a raspy voice and he wasn’t afraid to show whoever was fucking him that he was having a good time. Loud, vocal, always saying how good it was, how much he loved it. And Daniel could tell that he wasn’t putting it on for the camera. Daniel had fucked plenty of guys on camera and he always cringed a little at how fake some of them were with their over-the-top moans or calling him ‘daddy’. It wasn’t natural. Not like this guy was. He clearly was really enjoying himself, and that made it all the hotter for Daniel to watch.
There was no link in his Twitter bio to an Only Fans page, like Daniel and a lot of the men he filmed with had.
No links in any of his tweets.
His bio was simple: max. all pics & vids are me. 18+. dm for collabs. venmo: orgasmax
It seemed that @orgasmax filmed and posted clips of his hook-ups for the joy of it and nothing more. He had over a hundred thousand followers and the engagement on his clips was insane.
Hundreds or even thousands of likes, retweets, endless comments about how sexy he was, how wet he got, how much he loved taking dick. He could be making bank selling his content but instead, here it was, free on Twitter. Damn.
Daniel kept returning to one particular clip Max had posted. 45 seconds long. Shot in full body profile, Max stood with hands braced against a floor-to-ceiling window, just a little bit bent over at the waist, the sun beaming in as he got fucked from behind. The heads of both men cut off from view but that wasn’t the point. The point was Max was getting railed against the glass, moaning and whimpering for it, fucking whining for it, and shooting so much fucking cum untouched, glistening in the sunlight, that Daniel had to squeeze himself a little to take the edge off.
That seemed to be a particular talent of his, and Daniel scrolled through watching him, time after time, coming hands-free and shooting massive, thick loads all over himself. Or the window. Or the floor. The best part was that he stayed hard and could come again, Daniel discovered.
He’d never seen anything like it, never filmed with anyone who could come multiple times in the same session, never been with anyone who got so hard and so wet his cock shot – not dribbled – pre-cum out. All over his belly, smearing and shining in the light of each clip. Dripping down when he was stood getting nailed from behind, camera positioned between his feet, pre-cum even dribbling onto the fucking camera lens a time or two. Dribbling out of him when his tops nailed his prostate just right, spurts shooting out like it was nothing. It was so hot.
Daniel scrolled back up to ‘like’ the clip of Max getting railed against the window. He was going to revisit that one later. On a whim he hit ‘follow’, too, and then went back to his DMs to scroll through all the hot dick pics waiting for him.
* * *
Max pulled his phone out of his pocket that afternoon as he left campus for his loft, so fucking ready for the weekend and to not think about school at all.
@BigRicEnergy started following you, the notification read. A verified user. Max tapped it and looked at the Twitter profile as he walked, raising his eyebrows a little. The guy was hot – big brown eyes, giant bright smile, thick curly hair, and tan, golden skin in his Twitter avatar.
Daniel | Adult Creator | Top / Vers | DM to Collab | Link Below
Max scrolled past his bio, the little location pin placing Daniel in Los Angeles, the link next to it directing to the guy’s Only Fans page. He had about half as many followers as Max did. Max scrolled a bit, careful to lower his phone’s brightness because he was in public. He saw clips of the guy’s content and couldn’t help the little smirk that formed as he scrolled. The guy was clearly fucking gorgeous, had a big dick, and knew how to use it. He checked out a few of the teaser clips the guy – Daniel – had posted with links to his Only Fans for the full videos.
He had a lean, tight body, and a big dick, and he seemed like a good top as far as Max could tell. The guys in his videos seemed to be enjoying themselves and Max looked for that a lot when scouting out hook-ups. Max liked to get fucked hard as much as the next guy but on his terms. Tops who were rough because that’s what they liked turned him off. Too aggressive for the sake of asserting themselves as masculine while fucking another dude was not for Max.
No. Daniel’s clips showed what Max saw as a genuine interest in the other guys having a good time, feeling good, too. That, as much as making good content to sell, anyway.
Max had filmed plenty of hook ups with guys who were using the footage for their own monetary gain. He wasn’t new to the world of Only Fans but he didn’t need the money and he didn’t want any of this to feel like work, and besides, he didn’t have a work visa in America. He liked to hook up, liked to get fucked, and liked to have the videos to look at or share later. Call him an exhibitionist. It was all anonymous and that made it extra hot to him. If the guys he slept with wanted to put the videos up on their pages he didn’t care and so far no one had had a problem with keeping his face out of the material.
Max followed Daniel back and switched over to his DMs because he had plans with a guy tonight. The dude was going to come over and they were going to film for the dude’s Only Fans, and for Max’s personal collection. The guy was Dutch also and Max was lowkey excited to speak to someone not in English for the first time in awhile. That aside – he was fucking massive. More than six inches taller than Max, stacked beyond belief, and his dick was huge.
Stepping into the lobby of his building, Max let the doorman know he was expecting a guest tonight and headed off to the elevator. He was appreciative of the lobby staff’s discretion and the utter lack of response for the weekend routine of new, strange men coming to see Max.
He was a young, single, attractive, gay man alone in New York City. Who could blame him?
* * *
It was a few nights later when Daniel was sat in bed editing footage from earlier in the day. He’d collab’d with a guy from his DMs and the sex had been fantastic. Charles was kind of shy, kind of sweet, despite the way he happily got on his knees to look innocently up at Daniel when he sucked his dick.
He’d moaned, and panted, and Daniel came all over his chest and they’d gone their separate ways. It was fun, but it was business. They each got their own footage of the encounter and that was that. He’d definitely film with Charles again sometime, if he ever asked.
Editing the footage was kind of routine at this point – ensuring the angles were right, clipping shots together from multiple different camera set-ups. Nothing special. He’d clipped a teaser and opened Twitter to post it when he refreshed the feed and saw a new clip from @orgasmax’s account, also.
“Holy shit,” Daniel said, eyes widening because he knew the guy in Max’s video. He’d known Rico a little bit from the adult sphere and when he was on a trip to New York he’d offered to film for Rico and the twink he was fucking.
Now here was Rico – huge, muscular, massive big dick – on his Twitter screen getting ridden by Max. Rico was sat in a cozy-looking chair facing the camera, easy to see, as Max’s back was to the camera as he bounced on Rico’s massive dick like it was fucking nothing. Not nothing, like it was everything. Max held onto Rico’s shoulders for balance and he whined and whimpered and tossed his head back, eager little ‘oh fuck’s escaping him as he got the angle right.
Daniel didn’t wait around to see the rest of the video and instead immediately opened a DM to Rico.
@BigRicEnergy: just saw that clip of you and that max guy. hot! how was it?
To his delight Rico’s reply came quickly.
@WreckedByRico: hey dude! so hot. his ass is unreal. never seen anyone love it like him.
@BigRicEnergy: think i might hit him up. always like going to ny anyway.
@WreckedByRico: do it, dude. he’s hot and fine with you using the content for your OF. just doesn’t show his face but that’s easy enough. have fun!
Biting his lip a little, Daniel went back to @orgasmax’s Twitter and tapped the little envelope to DM him.
Why was he nervous?
Daniel had messaged endless amounts of guys on Twitter to collab, had traveled all across America to make content, had never had a problem tossing the idea out there and seeing if guys were interested. Why should this be any different?
@BigRicEnergy: hey man! love your content. thinking about coming to ny soon for a bit. wanna do something?
Daniel made himself send the DM and then toss his phone aside to finish editing, trying not to think about the possibility of Max saying no.
There was also the possibility that Max wasn’t cute. He didn’t show his face in any of his content and though he had a hot body and Daniel definitely enjoyed what he saw, maybe they’d exchange pics and he’d change his mind.
Call him shallow but he was making porn. He had to be actually attracted to the guys he fucked for it to be worth it.
He hoped Max was cute.
* * *
Max wasn’t one to spend too much time sorting out logistics when it came to meeting up with guys. When it came to Grindr hook-ups, he often just invited them over to his loft and let things unfold, but he knew some of these content creator guys were different and wanted to actually meet up and talk first. Understandable, he supposed. They were looking to fuck and it was a business for them.
He’d agreed to have Daniel come over when he got to New York, was totally down to hook-up because Daniel was hot as fuck and Max knew he’d have a good time.
They’d exchanged emails and Max had sent over his most recent test results and confirmation of his PrEP prescription. He’d assessed his risks and was prepared. All these content guys were tested regularly and on PrEP too so he never worried much about having bare sex with them. Grindr was a little different and he wouldn’t be so casual about it with those kinds of hook-ups, but he had nothing to worry about with this guy. Daniel’s test results were clean, he was on PrEP too, and Max was looking forward to tonight.
First, however, he was meeting up with Daniel at a lounge near his building so they could see if there was actually any chemistry. Max didn’t care too much – he was mostly in it to get fucked and chemistry wasn’t needed for a guy to put his dick in Max. But Daniel was making a product to sell so Max rolled his eyes a bit and went along with the plan to have a drink and chat a little. He also supposed Daniel would be assessing if Max was hot enough to fuck, which was something Max never had to worry about. He didn’t think he was anything particularly special but he’d never had guys turn him down.
Slipping into the lounge he glanced around and spotted Daniel at a table. He was dressed casual – jeans, t-shirt, bomber jacket – and looking damn good in person. Max came to the table and slipped into the seat across from Daniel, putting on a smile and extending his hand for a handshake.
“Daniel, hey,” he smiled, watching Daniel watch him. He’d seen that huge, bright smile in Daniel’s photos and content and it was even nicer in person. He felt a little like melting, getting that smile directed at himself. It was a bit overwhelming.
“Oh, Max? Hi,” Daniel grinned, handshake firm before he let go. “Good to meet you! What are you drinking?” He asked and Max shrugged a little. He’d have his usual gin and tonic. He didn’t drink much if he was going to make content with someone, especially a stranger.
With drinks ordered and conversation flowing – stilted at first as it always was when these dudes wanted to chat instead of getting right to the sex – Max felt a little more eager to get going. Daniel was gorgeous, Max was horny, and his loft was close.
“So why don’t you sell your stuff?” Daniel had asked as they walked side by side down the street together, heading for Max’s place. “No Only Fans, no clip sites, you have, like, a hundred thousand followers, mate.”
Max laughed, shrugging a little as they walked. He always got this question.
“I don’t have a work visa,” he said with a shrug. “I am of course just on a student visa in America and I don’t need the money anyhow. My dad, he is paying for me to live while I go to school. I have a venmo and guys will send me money sometimes but that is of course different than working,” he explained as they walked.
“So you just do this for the hell of it?” Daniel asked him. Daniel was about his height, a tiny bit shorter Max supposed. He was leaner, smaller, but in no way unfit. Max knew he was kinda bulky, muscularly thick but not defined like he could tell Daniel’s muscles were.
“I do it because it is hot,” he said simply, grinning a bit at the bark of a laugh Daniel let out into the street.
* * *
Max was fucking cute, was the thing.
He hadn’t sent any selfies or anything to Daniel before they met at the bar. Just exchanged their STD screenings and PrEP confirmations, agreed they were both cool with no condoms and that Daniel could use the footage for his Only Fans, and that was it. He had no idea who he was going to see at that bar.
But when Max had slid into the seat at the table Daniel had been delighted.
Bright, shiny blue eyes and those full lips he’d only caught glimpses of in his videos. Sort of a wide, angular face but with an adorably shy little smile. Daniel was so glad he’d took the plunge and DM’d Max a few weeks ago because it led to this.
To Max on his bed, propped up with some pillows and with his legs bent back and spread wide, Daniel three fingers deep and marveling at how easily, how readily, Max took it all. He’d clearly prepped a bit before they’d met up at the bar but that was to be expected. It was only good manners to be showered and prepped when you knew what the night was going to lead to.
That aside, it seemed like Max was made for this. Daniel was able to press his fingers in and work up to three pretty quickly, Max relaxing easily and taking it just fine. Even better, Max was moaning for it, hitching his legs back further for Daniel.
There was always the somewhat awkward and perfunctory bit of setting up cameras and lights for the content but once that was said and done things went easy. They didn’t pause to adjust cameras or check the viewfinders to make sure everything was framed right. With multiple cameras Daniel knew he could stitch clips together for the perfect videos.
Instead, they got naked and got on the bed for some making out to warm up and Daniel had let his hands wander, cupping Max’s tits – full pecs, thick muscle, rosy pink little nipples – before sliding down to touch his dick. He got hard fast and Daniel was thrilled.
Even more thrilling was the way he curled his fingers inside Max and the gasp Max let out as he reached down to take his own dick in hand, squeezing a little as he spurted out pre-cum all over his belly. Daniel had seen it in Max’s clips, seen the way Max shot pre-cum, but it was something else seeing it in person. He’d been with a few guys who dribbled or leaked a bit, but nothing like this. Max’s dick pulsed and he spurted shiny wet all over his belly and Daniel didn’t fucking hesitate to lean down and lick it up as he fingered Max, moaning as he looked up at him.
“I’m gonna come,” Max whined, hips rolling onto Daniel’s fingers. Daniel licked along the underside of Max’s dick before sitting up again, angling his fingers up to grind against Max’s prostate. Max moaned, hips bucking as he did indeed come, shooting hard up his chest as Daniel fingered him. Daniel watched as Max panted, chest heaving as he settled into the pillows again and rocked his hips down onto Daniel’s fingers. They’d discussed a little bit on how things would go. Max was clear that he could stay hard after coming and they could keep going; that he’d want to keep going, and that he definitely wanted Daniel to fuck him.
“That’s so fucking hot, jesus,” Daniel groaned as he slowly eased his fingers out of Max, running his hands up over his inner thighs and wrapping one around Max’s still-hard dick to stroke him. He leaned up and over to kiss Max, biting at his lower lip a little before dragging his mouth down Max’s body again and settling between his spread legs to lick at the cum on his belly. Daniel moaned as he did, the sudden desire to fucking savour every last second of this taking over. He lifted his head to take Max’s dick into his mouth, flicking his eyes up to Max with as much a smirk as he could manage with a mouthful of dick when he noticed Max had reached for his phone to take a POV video of Daniel sucking him off.
Daniel pulled off him and rolled Max’s foreskin back, tonguing at the head of his dick and loving the way Max moaned. Daniel didn’t get to play with many uncut guys in America and this was nice. He’d never even seen a cut dick until he moved to Los Angeles in his twenties and though Daniel loved men who came in all kinds of shapes and sizes, he couldn’t deny that he loved getting to suck Max off and roll his foreskin up and down and tease him with it. He moaned a little and closed his eyes, loving the little shivers through Max’s body as he sucked him off. He couldn’t imagine how sensitive Max must be to come once and keep going like this. It was so hot.
“Please,” Max whined above him and Daniel opened his eyes to look up at him, pulling up off Max’s dick and licking over the head obscenely. “Fuck me,” Max panted and who was Daniel to deny him?
“Whatever you want,” he grinned as he shimmied off his belly and onto his knees to reach for the discarded bottle of lube on Max’s bed. “Can’t wait to feel that hole,” he said, popping the cap open and drizzling lube out onto his fingers again to slick his dick up.
Max was so eager for it, so relaxed and ready, Daniel felt no resistance as he pressed forward on his knees and pressed inside Max’s body. Daniel nearly choked on a moan as he did, feeling like Max’s body was fucking welcoming him home. He grinded in easily, marveling at the way Max took all of him with no fuss, only gasps of pleasure.
“Ohh, fuck yeah,” Max groaned out, arching his back a little and closing his eyes as Daniel started to really fuck him now, pulling out and grinding back in deep. “Oh fuck, love that cock,” Max said with a whine, head tossed back as he took it.
It wasn’t cheesy or performance at all. It was just fucking hot the way Max liked this so much. Daniel wanted to make it so good for him, wanted to fucking impress Max, which was something he wasn’t used to. Daniel always cared that the guys he slept with had a good time, he was hardly a selfish lover and if both parties were truly enjoying it that reflected well in the content.
But. This felt different. Daniel wanted Max to love it.
He reached down to curl his hand around Max’s dick, stroking him as he fucked him, biting his lip at how wet Max’s dick was, how slippery he was just from leaking pre-cum alone. It was beyond hot.
He shifted his weight to lean over and kiss Max as he grinded into him, taking it deep and nasty with tongue, loving the way Max moaned into his mouth. Max’s leg lifted to curl around Daniel’s waist and pull him in deeper, harder, and Daniel relented. He started grinding against Max’s body, abs rubbing against Max’s dick as he did, taking his thrusts slow and deep and eating up every little gasp and cry Max let out.
“Come in me,” Max panted against Daniel’s lips, hands sliding down Daniel’s sides to his hips to pull him in hard and deep. “I wanna feel it,” he said and Daniel was done for.
He’d learned very well how to stave off his orgasms in order to get the right shot, to make it last longer, to pull out of a guy and climb up his body to shoot over his face. Whatever needed to be done he’d figured out how to hold off from coming but hearing Max ask for it was next level.
“Yeah, fuck,” Daniel groaned, shuddering as he buried his face in the crook of Max’s neck. It wasn’t all that unusual for Daniel to have pretty intimate sex with the guys he filmed with – it made for better content in the end – but this was more intense, hotter than usual, chemistry off the charts as he fucked Max and shuddered when he came, hard and deep, hips stuttering as he did so.
Between them, he could feel Max come again, too. Could feel the wet, hot cum spurt over his abs and the twitch of Max’s cock stuck between them.
He wondered if he could get up and pull out and make Max come one more time before they were done.
Max moaned beneath him as Daniel came inside him, hips rocking gently to ride it out before he finally found the strength to push himself up back onto his knees. Daniel groaned as he slowly pulled out, shifting to be sure one of the cameras set up would be able to catch his cum leaking out of Max as he did.
He swiped his fingers over Max’s pink hole, collecting his cum and pressing his fingers back inside, loving the whimpery little sigh Max let out. He was so responsive, so into everything Daniel did, so eager for more. Some guys found it too much, too overwhelming, to keep going after coming but Max could go again and again, wanted to go again and again, and Daniel was happy to oblige. Daniel knew himself that he couldn’t come again so soon but that didn’t mean he couldn’t press his fingers up against Max’s prostate and lean down over him to take his dick in his mouth. He felt Max clench around his fingers, felt his body tremble with the wrung-out sensitivity of it all.
They’d only made plans to film and fuck tonight but Daniel was already thinking about how he could spend his entire weekend in New York here in this damn loft, getting to fuck this beautiful boy again, and again, and again.
* * *
Max unpacked the take-out in the kitchen, dressed in cozy sweats and a t-shirt while Daniel showered. Max had cleaned up first and ordered the food, and planned to flop on the couch and do nothing for the rest of the night.
He had a highly active sex life and was no stranger to multiple orgasms in a night, but it did always tire him out no matter how good and he couldn’t wait to get comfy and eat. Fucking made him hungry, too.
Max wasn’t going to lie – tonight had been a lot of fun, Daniel really knew what he was doing, and the sex had been hot. Daniel was a good kisser and Max appreciated that he was willing to at all, in the first place. Some of these content guys thought it was ‘too intimate’, and it always made Max laugh. They’d eat his ass but not kiss him. Whatever.
Max got bowls and forks out for them to dish up their various pastas and breadsticks, helping himself to a big scoop of the chicken alfredo. Carb-full, delicious pasta was his go-to after a night like tonight. Warm, comforting, filling.
He sat himself on his couch and blew on his food a little, glancing up when a freshly showered Daniel emerged from the bathroom. Max took him in, unable to help the way he looked Daniel up and down. He was dressed in comfy clothes too, now, and there was something so endearing about it. He’d seen Daniel naked and sweaty only an hour ago, but there was something nice about seeing him in a too-big t-shirt, joggers, his thick curls wet and messy. He was hot, anyone could see that. But seeing Daniel like this felt almost intimate, more so than what they’d been up to tonight.
Max wasn’t awkward or weird about hanging out with Daniel after the fact. Daniel had only a boring, empty hotel room to return to later so Max didn’t mind having him around to eat and hang out a bit, to look at some of their footage and talk about anything that should be left out or not. Max didn’t care really, anyway. He left his face out of videos and if the camera did catch him Daniel had agreed to blur his face out when he edited.
“I put a bowl and stuff out for you,” Max called to Daniel from the couch as Daniel came into the kitchen. “The alfredo is good, I didn’t try the carbonara,” he added as he took a bite of his pasta, happy little groan leaving him as he slumped back onto the couch. When Daniel joined him Max smiled as he made room for Daniel to settle, scooting back to let Daniel get comfy too.
“So I gotta ask,” Daniel started, taking an over-exaggerated chomp out of a breadstick and making Max laugh as he spoke through his mouthful of garlic bread. “I’ve bottomed, I’m not against it, it’s fine, but you seem to really like it. Unless you’re that good of an actor,” he said with a smirk, going for another bite.
Max shrugged a little, biting into a piece of chicken from his pasta and shifting to stretch his legs out. Daniel wasn’t wrong. Max didn’t really consider himself one thing or the other. Anyone could scroll through his Twitter and see clips of him topping other guys occasionally. Max was pretty much up for anything and there was no denying that putting his dick in a hot guy was awesome. But.
“It is of course nice to top,” Max said with a nonchalant little shrug. “But it’s not the real thing,” he said, unable to help the laugh he let out at the way Daniel gawked at him, breaking into laughter of his own.
“Jesus,” Daniel laughed, shaking his head a bit at Max and leaning forward to grab his beer to take a swig.
“I just like it,” Max explained. He didn’t really know how to talk about this. “It feels better than anything else, even if all of it is good,” he said, not wanting to open up too much to Daniel. He didn’t know the guy at all.
Daniel seemed to accept Max’s answer with a shrug and a shake of his head as he continued to eat his pasta. Max didn’t think it mattered much why he liked what he liked. Sex was always great but the feeling of being filled up, of a man’s dick grinding against his prostate, it was so deeply satisfying for him in a way that other sex stuff wasn’t. He didn’t think much about the why of it all. His first time had been as a teenager back in Holland and he’d been too anxious about his dad finding out to do it much more.
When he came to New York for university Max had realized he had the freedom and anonymity to do what he wanted with whomever he wanted, and he took full advantage of all the plentiful options social media and the city had to offer him. He wasn’t about to divulge his life to Daniel, though he supposed Daniel had been with many, many men also, based on his job. Max did wonder how it differed, though. Max had sex with lots of men because he liked it, not because it was his job.
“A question for you, then,” Max said as he set his empty bowl on the coffee table and adjusted on the couch so he could angle toward Daniel now. “Do you have sex that isn’t work-sex?” Max asked, curious to know. Daniel hummed across from him, nodding his head as he finished chewing his bite of food before putting his own dishes aside and settling into the couch.
“Yeah, mate, it’s not all for work,” he said with a little laugh. “I mean, sometimes it’s both at the same time? Sometimes I hit it off with someone and just want to sleep with him and we film it. But yeah, I do just hook-up sometimes just because,” Daniel explained, and Max was still curious.
He’d gone to meet Daniel at the lounge tonight with a bit of an eye-roll over it because he was happy to have Daniel just come over and get down to business, but Daniel had wanted to meet up and chat first. Through their drinks at the lounge and getting back to Max’s place and actually going through with it all Max had been pretty aware that they had chemistry very quickly. Daniel was hot, yes, but he was charming and funny and not afraid to be silly. He was also incredibly attentive in bed and enthusiastic about making Max feel good. Max didn’t get attached to his hook-ups. That wasn’t what he was in it for. And he wasn’t attached to Daniel, but… Daniel was alluring and Max felt a bit uncomfortable with the way he found himself wanting to know if Daniel had reached out to him on Twitter strictly for the content or because there was something more.
“Why did you message me?” He asked, looking over at Daniel curiously. “You messaged me to fly across the whole country just for this? I’m sure there are of course plenty of guys in Los Angeles.”
Across from him Daniel broke out into a huge smile – dashing, maddening, beautiful – and Max instantly hated the way he could feel his cheeks blushing pink.
“Mate,” Daniel laughed, staring at Max like he was an anomaly. “Are you serious? Come on. You have to know how hot you are,” he said. Max scrunched his nose a little. He knew he wasn’t unattractive; that had to be true based on the amount of men he’d slept with. But Daniel couldn’t have known that based on his Twitter alone. He didn’t show his face online.
“I watched a lot of your clips and they were all really hot,” Daniel shrugged at him. “I can admit I wanted to experience it in the flesh, sorry. Can you blame a guy for shooting his shot?”
“I suppose not, no,” Max said with a little laugh, nodding his head a bit. “I thought you were of course very hot when I saw you followed me,” he told Daniel.
“Look at us,” Daniel grinned, stretching out his leg to dig his sock-covered toes into Max’s thigh. “The start of a great working relationship.”
“The start?” Max asked, raising his eyebrows.
“I mean,” Daniel said, and Max could see the way he became a little bashful, ducking his head a bit. “I dunno. Maybe? I’m here until Monday, if you wanted to…” he trailed off and Max couldn’t help but preen a little over the fact that Daniel was clearly hoping for more. Max was happy to oblige.
“Where’s your hotel? I could come over tomorrow,” he said, mind immediately going to the possibility of big hotel windows and sunshine beaming through, getting fucked sky-high in New York City with the world bustling below them.
With information exchanged and take-out cleaned up, Daniel all packed up and heading off to his hotel, Max fell into bed that night thinking about big, brown eyes and warm, olive skin.
* * *
Daniel had spent the morning editing last night’s footage, re-watching it and wanting so badly to jerk off to it but he knew he’d be seeing Max again today and wanted to hold off. For him. But it was hard, literally and figuratively.
Daniel clipped up a 45 second bit of the footage to post to Twitter and smirked to himself as he watched it. It was the bit from last night where he was fingering Max and Max spurted pre-cum all over his belly, wet and shiny as Daniel’s fingers grinded into his prostate.
He opened Twitter and attached the clip, typing in his caption:
so wet and so tasty @orgasmax
Daniel posted it to his feed and went back to his laptop to edit the rest of the video, relishing in the way Max moaned and whined as Daniel fucked him. He was so loud, so vocal, so open about how much he was enjoying himself and it was so hot. Daniel was so glad he’d sent Max a DM those weeks ago because he had such a good time last night and was anxious to see Max again today.
Because yes, the content they made was fire. But also. Also, Max was really fucking cute and he made sex really fun and Daniel was eager to get to it.
When he’d finished editing he went back to his phone, checked the replies and retweets on the clip he’d posted.
’love the way his tits bounce’
’my 2 faves together holy shit!’
’he has the hottest hole ur so lucky
Daniel knew it, now. Max was an anomaly in bed. A few replies were just dick pics, which Daniel didn’t mind. He scrolled through and went to his DMs to see if there was anything good in there. Any invites to collab, any friends getting in touch.
He saw Max’s DM pop up at the top of his feed, saying he was heading to Daniel’s hotel. They’d only exchanged emails and Twitter DMs, not numbers. He replied with a thumbs up emoji and glanced around the hotel room. It was standard as they came; a big bed and a sofa by the window. He should probably set shit up since both he and Max knew he was coming to the hotel to fuck and film. No sense in having any pretences about it.
With cameras set up and ready, Daniel hopped in the shower to get fresh, and waited for Max to arrive.
* * *
Max groaned where he lay on the sofa in Daniel’s hotel room; slumped down with his legs hitched up in the air, holding them back and angling his phone down his body to take video of Daniel eating him out. He whined, arching his hips a little as Daniel’s tongue dragged over his hole. Daniel put his whole soul into this, it seemed, and was enthusiastic about the way he fucking buried his face in Max’s ass and used his tongue and lips and whole face between Max’s cheeks.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Max whined, tossing his head back a little and trying to maintain the stability of his phone. Daniel’s big hands held him open as he dragged his tongue over Max’s hole and up the seam of his balls, rubbing his face against them before licking up Max’s dick and sucking him down. He brought his hand into the mix, twisting up and down Max’s dick as he bobbed his head, wet and warm and perfect.
Daniel was a really enthusiastic dick-sucker, too. Max didn’t particularly love sucking dick but he’d do it. He more wanted to get down to business but he wouldn’t say no to dudes wanting to suck him off.
Max could feel his orgasm building, could feel how close he was. He’d been half-hard the entire trip to Daniel’s hotel and could feel the damp patch in his boxer-briefs when he’d arrived. He always got so wet. Now, with Daniel’s hand and mouth working in tandem Max knew he was going to come any moment. He shivered, holding his phone with one hand, and reaching with the other to slide his fingers through Daniel’s thick curls to hold on.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned, panting with it and rocking his hips, trying not to shove his dick down Daniel’s throat. Daniel pulled up and off Max, grinning up at him through the camera lens and continuing to jerk him off.
“Do it,” Daniel encouraged, nodding as he leaned back in to stick his tongue out, pressing the head of Max’s dick against his tongue and jerking him. “Come in my mouth,” he said and Max whined a little. He rocked his hips a bit and shuddered as he came, crying out as Daniel caught his cum in his mouth, licking up what he’d missed and making a bit of a show out of letting the camera see Max’s cum all over his lips and tongue before swallowing pointedly and wiping his face with his fingers, licking those clean too.
“Fuck, that’s so hot,” Max shuddered, panting for breath and moaning as Daniel let him go, dick still hard and smacking against his belly. Max ended the video and tossed his phone across onto the bed, shifted on the sofa to put his feet on the floor as he looked down at Daniel between his knees. “Gonna fuck me?” He asked, so ready for more.
When he’d arrived, they didn’t waste much time in getting down to business. Max had stripped and Daniel had groaned at the wet spot he could see in Max’s underwear. Max had decided on the sofa because the window was big and bright, the sunlight was perfect, and though they were many stories up in the hotel there was something so hot about window sex to him. Looking down at tiny people on the streets going about their lives while he was 35 stories up getting railed, no one any the wiser. Hot.
“Yeah, babe, lemme fuck you,” Daniel agreed, smirking up at Max as Max pushed himself up to turn over onto his knees so he could brace himself over the backrest of the sofa to see out the window. Daniel had a camera set up to his right and Max knew it’d capture everything perfectly.
When Daniel got to his feet Max could hear him slick up his dick, then gasped when he felt one of Daniel’s hands grip his hip, the other guiding his dick inside Max. It was easy. Max had prepped this morning before coming over, and the slight stretch of Daniel filling him was exactly what he wanted.
“Ohhh, fuuuck,” Max whined, dropping his head between his shoulders a little and closing his eyes. It felt so fucking good, every time, and Max trembled a little with the intensity of just how good Daniel’s dick felt inside him. He was big, not the biggest Max had taken but maybe the most perfect size. Big, thick enough to make Max feel perfectly full, and with the right curve to grind over his prostate with each push.
Max let out a breath and lifted his head, opened his eyes to look down at New York beneath them. People going to work, people getting lunch, people walking dogs. And up here where no one could see him but he could see them, Max was getting nailed bent over a sofa by one of the most perfect dicks he’d ever had, with one of the hottest guy’s he’d ever been with.
Max shuddered and arched his back, gasping at the way it changed the angle enough for Daniel to go even deeper. Max moaned, whined, grinded back against Daniel and urged him on. He never really knew what he was saying in the moment but when he’d replay the video it was a whole lot of asking for more, harder, saying how much he liked it.
“God, that feels so fucking good,” Max whined, smiling as he closed his eyes again and tipped his head back, lost in the sensation. Daniel’s hands slid up his back and Max shivered a little when Daniel leaned over him, one arm wrapping around Max’s chest and the other sliding down his belly to curl around Max’s cock. Daniel’s lips pressed against his neck, little kisses and nibbles pressed to his skin and Max whined, rocking his hips back.
He dropped his head again to look down at Daniel jerking him off, watched pre-cum dribble over Daniel’s fingers and onto the sofa cushions. He spared a thought for the house-keepers for a second before he tipped his head to catch Daniel in a kiss, moaning into it.
Daniel was as good a kisser as he was with his dick. Max moaned for him, panting against his lips a little. His orgasm hit him like a freight train, a little build and then a sudden crash as he bucked his hips back, coming hard over Daniel’s hand and the sofa beneath him, knees slipping a little on the cushions as Daniel grinded in slow, steady, deep to let Max ride it out.
“You close?” Max asked, biting at Daniel’s lip and rocking back against him. Daniel only smirked, pulling back and gripping at Max’s hips. Max whined a little at the loss of Daniel’s warmth against his back but Daniel’s dick was grinding in just the right way, body all sensitive now that he’d come, again.
“Fuck yeah,” Daniel agreed. Max looked over his shoulder to watch Daniel, watch his gorgeous face as he started fucking into Max harder now, faster, chasing his orgasm. Max’s dick twitched a little and he figured he could come a third time, but he decided not to try, to let Daniel have his and maybe later he could ride Daniel’s thigh and come all over his tattoos.
“Fill me up,” Max encouraged, watching Daniel over his shoulder, twisted a little so he could see him.
That was about all Daniel needed, apparently, because his hips stuttered and he gripped at Max tighter, shuddering as he pushed in hard and deep and came with a moan. His gorgeous mouth was lax, full lips parted, big brown eyes focused on Max’s face as he came inside him and Max felt – he felt his heart lurch in his chest, which.
He wasn’t going to think about that too much.
“Jesus Christ,” Daniel groaned, leaning back over Max’s back to kiss him again, hips slowing their rolls inside of Max as he rode out the aftershocks of his orgasm. Max kissed Daniel back, shifted his weight to bring a hand up to cup his neck and keep the kiss going.
He didn’t want the day to end.
* * *
By the time the weekend ended Daniel had seen none of his New York friends or hotspots, and only the inside of his hotel room and Max’s loft.
He had hours of footage to edit and clips to make, he was sore and wrung out, and yet he still felt like he wanted to stay, wanted more. Again.
It was a silly infatuation and this kind of thing happened sometimes. Guys would have good chemistry and the sex would be hot and Daniel would think about them for a few days after, but ultimately he’d move on to the next scene, the next guy, and all would be well.
Daniel uploaded a teaser clip to his Twitter, a 30 second video taken yesterday in Max’s apartment. Daniel was holding the camera from his point of view, angled down. Max was sat on the edge of his bed, touching himself while Daniel stood before him, jerking off onto Max’s tits from above.
”Oh my god, that’s hot,” Max had moaned, leaning in to lick at the head of Daniel’s dick just before he came all over Max.
Daniel added the clip to his new tweet and typed his caption: idk how many loads i put in this beautiful boy this weekend but here’s one i put ON him instead
Daniel posted his tweet and stuffed his phone back in his pocket, glancing up just in time to see Michael pulling into the pick-up zone at LAX to get him.
“Hey!” Daniel grinned as Michael popped the trunk for Daniel to hoist all his bags into it, quickly scrambling around to get into the passenger seat. “Thanks for getting me,” He said, reaching for his seatbelt as Michael pulled out of the endless chaos that was LAX pick-ups.
“How was New York?” Michael asked as he drove, glancing at Daniel. They’d known each other for years from back home and though they didn’t come to Los Angeles together, they’d both ended up here anyway. Michael was a personal trainer to the stars or whatever, Daniel didn’t really know. Michael knew full well what Daniel did for a living, though, and thankfully it was never an issue. Michael just wanted to know Daniel was being safe and not going to get murdered or something.
“Mate, where do I begin!” Daniel laughed, rolling down the window to drape his arm out and soak up the California sunshine. New York was cold this time of year. Los Angeles was always warm. “That guy I went to see, Max, he was amazing. We had a lot of fun,” he said, trying for coy and not wanting to gush.
“So he wasn’t a troll?” Michael asked with a laugh. Daniel had shared that he didn’t have any photos of Max’s face before going to meet him, had worried he wouldn’t be actually attracted to the guy and he’d have wasted his time. Daniel just laughed at Michael’s comment, grinning as they drove.
“Not even close, he was so fucking hot. Like, really nice blue eyes. He’s Dutch. Just, hot, you know?”
“’Just hot, you know’,” Michael mocked, laughing with Daniel as they went.
It was true, though. Max was hot. He wasn’t conventionally movie-star good looking. He was different, and pretty, and interesting. Daniel would never share the footage he did have where Max’s face was caught on camera, but he would revisit it himself a time or two, no doubt.
He shifted in his seat, grateful he’d worn cozy joggers for the trip home because he was sore. Achey. Tender. Daniel was used to going a few rounds when creating content with guys but Max was different. He’d jerked off on him, and come inside him, more times than he really remembered and he was worn out. Max was insatiable for it in a wonderful way – not desperate, just eager – and Daniel had wanted to indulge as much as his body would allow him. The tender ache in his muscles and between his legs was matched with the gentle throb in his chest when he thought about the weekend, something he didn’t want to think too deeply about because that could easily lead him to some conclusion he wasn’t prepared to face.
Max had been great in the bedroom, but funny and open when they were chatting. He laughed easily, smiled big, and the pretty blush of his cheeks was something Daniel found himself seeking to make happen as much as he wanted to make Max come.
Daniel sighed as he closed his eyes, grateful for Michael picking him up. He couldn’t wait to get home and regroup from the marathon weekend. He had a lot of content to spread over a few weeks now, not to mention some of his stuff he’d filmed before heading to New York. Daniel was ready to get home and take it easy for a while, to chill out in Los Angeles and see his friends and not think about pale milky skin and pretty turquoise eyes.
* * *
Max did his best not to roll his eyes, sick of listening to his father on the other end of the line lecturing him about the importance of maintaining his GPA in his final year to ensure he got into a good grad school. As if Max didn’t work his ass off to maintain his grades as it was, ensuring his dad didn’t come down on him harder than normal. He knew that maintaining a high GPA would keep his dad off his back a little bit at least.
Their relationship had been tense at best these last few years in school, his dad’s pressure rather endless and Max’s performance never quite good enough. His 3.9 GPA should be a 4.0. Max was trying his best, knew his father wouldn’t be pleased if it fell lower, and he’d probably stop paying for school and Max would be in trouble and have to go back to Holland and be miserable forever.
He tried not to catastrophize. Especially knowing that the weekend was coming and he and Alex were headed to Miami for the infamous White Party. Max had never been and Alex was tagging along because he had nothing better to do even if it wasn’t really his scene. Max had no idea what was going to go down other than lots of parties, lots of alcohol, and an endless supply of hot guys to fulfill his every desire. He had no shame about the fact that he was going to hook up with lots of men all weekend long. Probably a few in the same night. Max didn’t care. That was the point of going.
“I have to get going, Dad,” Max finally interjected, knowing his dad would be pissed at being cut off but Max had to pack and didn’t really care for what his dad had to say anymore today. He ended the call and tossed his phone aside, sighing and rubbing his hands over his face. He was a good student. He worked hard. He was going to graduate with top honours in the spring and get into a good grad school and become a lawyer like his father wanted, and that was the end of it.
Max reached for his phone to check Twitter, scrolling through new tweets to see if there was anything of interest. He liked a few dick pics in his mentions and then switched over to his DMs because some little twink from Los Angeles had asked if Max was going to be in Miami this weekend and wanted to hook up and film.
Max was certainly not against it if they ran into each other, but he wasn’t making any plans whatsoever for the weekend. He was taking it party by party, night by night, going to let things happen organically. He wasn’t worried. There’d be thousands of men there. A charcuterie board of men to pick from. He couldn’t wait.
For now, packing.
* * *
Daniel had insisted on his own hotel room for the weekend.
He’d traveled with Michael and Charles and Pierre from LA and whatever they had worked out was up to them. Daniel wanted his own room even if he didn’t plan on being in it much. He never knew what could happen and he hoped to get some good content this weekend so he needed the space. It was a business as much as pleasure trip. Charles had become a friend quickly after they’d collab’d together back in early Spring. Though they hadn’t done more content together since, they’d hung out a lot and Daniel had met his boyfriend Pierre, and the two of them plus Daniel and Michael had become a fast little friend group over the year. This trip was going to be awesome.
He was going to have a ton of fun, do a shit ton of drugs, and suck a lot of dick if things went his way.
They’d been at the hotel a matter of a half hour when Daniel’s phone pinged with an alert for a Twitter account he was following. Daniel stepped out onto the balcony of his hotel to take in the sandy beaches and ocean before him, then opened Twitter to see a new tweet from Charles – one floor up in this very hotel – with a photo attached.
Daniel opened the photo and cackled, laughing into the beautiful Miami sunshine. Charles and Pierre wasted absolutely zero time. The photo was taken on their own balcony, Pierre sat in a chair facing the ocean, Charles on his knees between Pierre’s legs with Pierre’s dick in his mouth. Charles had captioned it: “i’m in miami. @pierrebeaux is in me.”
Daniel laughed and liked the photo, shaking his head as he ducked back inside his room to get ready to go to lunch with the boys. They had a long night ahead and he was looking forward to good food, hot guys, and the best weekend ever.
* * *
Max lost Alex a while ago, disappearing into the throng of bodies in this club, nowhere to be seen again. Max knew this wasn’t really Alex’s scene, and in all fairness, it wasn’t really Max’s scene either, but he figured it’d be an experience.
The iconic Miami White Party was a huge deal going back to the 80s and Max wanted to experience it just the once. He liked clubbing now and again. Why not do it for a weekend in Miami with men everywhere, alcohol flowing, drugs everywhere he turned.
Alex had tagged along because he had nothing better to do and Max didn’t want to go entirely alone. He and Alex were friends, good friends, and though they had different tastes and appetites when it came to boys, Max knew Alex would have fun when he got here. Max told him to live a little and find a cute boy to make out with. Max had other thoughts in mind.
Which led him here, on the dance floor, surrounded by incredibly gorgeous and scantily dressed men. Glitter and sweat, lights and the endless thumping beat he could feel in his chest, Max’s eye had been caught by a hot guy on the dance floor. He found himself grinding with the guy, arms draped over his shoulders as the guy got a little handsy and felt Max’s ass, but he didn’t mind. He had no pretenses about the fact that he was definitely going to sleep with a lot of men this weekend. Maybe Muscles McGee here would be the first.
There was no denying the atmosphere was sexually charged; Max was half-hard as he moved with Muscles on the dance floor, tipping his head a little to give access for the guy to press kisses up his neck and bite at his jaw.
It was just as Max was about to close his eyes and give in to the feeling that he made eye contact with.
With Daniel.
Daniel, not three feet away on this crowded dancefloor, looking as hot as Max remembered him being in person.
Max hadn’t seen him since the spring when Daniel had come to New York for the weekend. They hadn’t really spoken, either, aside from a reply to a tweet here or there when either of them uploaded clips from their weekend together. Now it was almost Christmas break and Daniel was right there in front of him, staring back at Max as he danced with a guy of his own.
Max felt his heartbeat jump a little, unable to help the smirk on his lips because this was just too much. The eye contact was intense, even eye-fucking perhaps, as each of them moved on the dance floor. Muscles was still kissing Max’s neck and jaw and Max could hardly feel it. Daniel was right there. Breaking out into that signature, heart-stopping smile of his.
He hadn’t forgotten their weekend together; hadn’t forgotten how good the sex had been, how much he loved kissing Daniel, how hard Daniel made him laugh even during the sex, but especially after when they were cleaning up and looking at footage. They had chemistry. Max had never gotten so many comments on his tweets as he did when he posted photos or clips from his weekend with Daniel. He was used to the dick pics in the replies, used to the endless stream of ’hot!’ and ’wish that were me’ in his replies to things he posted, but it was tenfold when he posted content from last spring when they met up.
‘anyone else feeling the heat in here?’
‘is it just me or are these two on a different level together?’
‘@orgasmax is my dream fuck yet somehow i want @bigricenergy to fuck him even more’
So. His followers had noticed the chemistry, and Max hadn’t forgotten it.
Across from him under the lights of the dance floor Max watched as Daniel mouthed a silent ’hi’ to him under the music. Max couldn’t help the smile that broke on his face. The way he was thankful for the dark of the club because he could feel his cheeks burn. His curse of pale skin and rosy flush always gave him away.
’Hey,’ he mouthed back, shifting to pull back from the nameless guy who’d caught his attention only moments ago, but who now could never stack up to what was right before Max’s eyes. Max watched Daniel have the same thought process, watched Daniel ease himself away from the guy he was with and – and reach out his hand to Max.
“Sorry,” Max spoke against Muscles’ ear before pulling away from him. He stepped around the guy, and if he was disappointed Max didn’t hear him. Instead, he slipped his hand into Daniel’s and let Daniel pull him in close and tight, Daniel’s hand easily coming to press at the small of Max’s back and keep him close. Max slid his hands up Daniel’s biceps, feeling his muscles before draping his arms over Daniel’s shoulders and getting closer.
“Look who it is,” Daniel said, having to shout over the music. His big, beautiful smile was doing things to Max. Fuck. The idea of running into guys he hooked up with in the past hadn’t really occurred to him, though he supposed it was a possibility. There were thousands of men here from all over the country. That it was Daniel he ran into made something warm twist up in his belly.
“I can’t believe you’re here, too,” Max laughed as they found the beat of the music together, moving easily, like they were designed to slot together like this. Daniel laughed and Max was disappointed that the music was too loud for him to hear it. Instead, Daniel leaned in close to speak against Max’s ear. Max shivered.
“Wouldn’t miss it for anything,” Daniel said, lips brushing against Max’s ear as he spoke. Max pressed up closer to Daniel, slinging his arm around Daniel’s neck to keep him there.
“Would you miss it to go somewhere with me?” Max asked, bold but unashamed. He would have left with Muscles had he not seen Daniel. Now that Daniel’s here, well. Max has the memory of their weekend together at the forefront of his mind now and he wouldn’t mind a repeat.
Daniel pulled back, big smile plastered to his face as he looked at Max, studying Max for a moment before he nodded his head. Max smiled too, feeling bold as he leaned in to kiss Daniel. Max couldn’t hear the music anymore. He couldn’t hear the bass, or the crowd around them, or his heart pounding in his chest. His mind was a solid stream of ’Daniel’ and nothing more for a moment.
“Fuck,” Daniel grinned as Max broke the kiss. “Let’s go,” he said, pulling back to take Max’s hand again, leading Max off the dance floor through the crowds. Max didn’t give a shit that they found themselves in a cramped, dirty club bathroom stall, the door locked behind them and Max pressed up against it as Daniel wasted no time in kissing him deeply and sliding his hands down over Max’s back to squeeze his ass.
Max groaned into the kiss, ran his fingers through Daniel’s curls and arched up against him to grind together. He felt himself getting hard so fast, a little dizzy with it all – the heat, Daniel’s dick grinding against his, the alcohol… all of it coming together as he moaned against Daniel’s lips.
“God, you’re so hot,” Max whined as Daniel smirked, his hand sliding down the back of Max’s pants to press his finger against Max’s hole. Max could have crumpled right there if Daniel weren’t practically holding him up against the stall door. Daniel just laughed, bright and beautiful like the fucking sun, and kissed his way down Max’s neck before dropping to his knees.
“Turn around for me,” Daniel said up to him as his hands tugged Max’s pants down, and Max didn’t hesitate. He pressed his hands up against the door, disgusting metal cool on his skin as Daniel gave him no warning, just spread his ass and leaned in to lick over his hole.
Max’s knees trembled for a moment as he gathered himself, trying to arch his back a bit to make it easier for Daniel. He whined, biting at his lip to stay quiet. The music from the club was loud in the bathroom and probably no one could hear them but Max was doing his best to keep it together, anyway. If someone else came into the bathroom they’d know what was going on but they wouldn’t be the first or the last people to fuck in the bathrooms this weekend. He didn’t care.
Daniel was so good at this, burying his face in Max’s ass and getting him so wet with his tongue and lips. Max reached down to squeeze his dick, shuddering a little at the way he could feel himself dripping already. Daniel was so perfect at knowing exactly what Max wanted.
“You got lube?” Max asked, panting a little against the stall door and grinding his hips back. He was cursing himself for forgetting the packets of lube in his hotel room. He had a couple of condoms but that was all. Daniel was amazing at eating him out but Max knew what Daniel was packing in his pants and he wanted it more.
“Fuck yeah,” Daniel said from behind him and Max whined when Daniel pressed a sweet, chaste little kiss to his hole before he pushed himself up to his feet again, pressing up against Max’s back and biting playfully at his neck. “Can I fuck you?” Daniel asked him and Max nodded, squeezed his dick so he didn’t come right here and now. He wanted Daniel inside him first.
“Yeah, fuck me,” Max whined, nodding, and spreading his legs a little wider. He could hear Daniel getting his dick out, could hear him tear open the sachet of lube he had, and then felt Daniel spread him with one hand before pressing the head of his dick against Max’s hole. If it were anyone else, he’d have made them use a condom but he knew Daniel was always proactive about getting tested in his line of work. And Max hated condoms anyway. He loved the feeling of a guy coming inside him. He only let it happen with guys he really trusted and Daniel was one of them. He’d let himself have this, with Daniel.
Daniel pressed inside of Max, slow and steady, letting Max feel the stretch and every inch filling him. He moaned for Daniel, closed his eyes, and dropped his head to really savour just how good it was.
“Nngh, I missed your cock,” Max said, meaning every word of it. He had a lot of great sex with a lot of great men but Daniel pressing inside him tonight took him back to the spring and just how perfectly Daniel fit with him. The perfect thickness, the right depth, the curve exactly what Max needed on each thrust inside him. He knew he wasn’t going to last long. He always came pretty quick and easy with something inside him and this was not going to be any different.
“Missed your perfect ass,” Daniel said, pressed up against Max’s back and dropping kisses against his neck. He bit gently at Max’s earlobe and grinded in hard, deep, so perfect Max shuddered in his arms. “Most perfect fucking ass I’ve ever had,” Daniel told him and Max whined, grinding his hips back a little for it.
Max didn’t have much warning, couldn’t tell Daniel as his hips bucked a little and he came, shooting all over the stall door and trembling in Daniel’s arms. He hadn’t even touched himself. He shivered a little as he rode it out, loving the way Daniel kept fucking into him – a little faster, a little less finesse now that he was close too. Max sighed, relishing in the feeling of Daniel using Max’s body to make himself come. Max felt the way Daniel’s rhythm stuttered as he got close and then the way Daniel grinded in hard, pressing his hips tight against Max’s ass as he came inside Max in long, deep pulses. Max’s dick jerked a little and he figured he could come again, but he knew they’d need to get out of here soon.
“Oh my god,” Daniel laughed behind him, pressing kisses all over Max’s neck and biting at him. “Welcome to Miami, jesus,” he said, and Max laughed too as Daniel eased out of him, though he shivered a bit at the loss. He hated that part.
“You going back out there?” Max asked as they pulled away, Daniel being discreet in turning away so Max could clean himself up. When he got his pants back up Max turned in the small stall to see Daniel’s face again.
“I dunno,” Daniel told him, glancing up at Max, and Max could tell he was trying to be casual but he’d leave with Max all together if Max asked. It was a great feeling.
“I have to text my friend, he’s here somewhere, I told him to find a guy to make out with,” Max explained as he smoothed his shirt down, glancing up at Daniel. Daniel laughed as he buttoned his jeans.
“I have a few friends here, too,” Daniel said, but he didn’t seem that concerned with their whereabouts. “But I have my own hotel room,” he added with a smile at Max. Max smiled back, biting his lip a little.
“Okay,” he said with a nod, taking the bait.
He spared a thought for Alex, shot a text to say he was not going to be back tonight, and scrambled out of the shitty bathroom to head for the humid Miami night and an Uber to Daniel’s hotel.
* * *
Daniel can’t remember the last time he woke up next to someone.
They both didn’t really mean for Max to stay the night but it had been so late by the time they got around to thinking about sleep.
After they’d gotten back to his hotel room Daniel made Max come again – sucked his dick and jerked him off until he came in Daniel’s mouth, and then Max rode his dick and came again, and then Daniel spread Max out on the bed and fingered him and kissed him until Max came a fourth time that night, practically dry this time but intense nonetheless.
Daniel had kissed Max through it, all tongue and lips and intensity as Max clung to his shoulders, riding the wave of it all before Daniel collapsed next to him, both spent, and sweaty, and exhausted.
They hadn’t filmed a thing.
Now Daniel’s awake, the Miami morning sun coming in through the billowy curtains. Daniel’s never seen Max asleep, looking so lovely, peaceful, relaxed, and happy and beautiful. Daniel shifts to gently turn more onto his side so he can really take Max in. Maybe it’s a little creepy, but Max is so lovely and Daniel wants to appreciate him without it being weird.
Daniel tucks his hands under his pillow and lets his eyes wander over Max’s sharp, angular features. His long eyelashes. His big, beautiful nose. His full, pink lips. Max has a babyface when he’s awake but in sleep he looks positively cherubic. Daniel can’t help but smile as he watches Max sleep.
Seeing Max last night on the dancefloor had been so serendipitous. Daniel had seen Max before Max had seen him, and he’d taken the momentary opportunity to watch him dance with a stranger, watch his body move, watch the man kiss on Max’s neck, watch the way Max’s eyes fluttered closed at the sensation. A spark of jealousy had flashed through Daniel while watching Max with the guy, which was weird. He’d seen clips of Max on Twitter doing far, far worse with many other men.
He'd seen, and jerked off to, clips of Max folded in half and pounded on a bed. Clips of Max bent over a table and fucked from behind. Clips of Max coming all over his chest and tits as he got fucked on his back.
Daniel had seen Max with all kinds of men on his Twitter feed and had never felt much other than thinking it was hot. Max was hot. The way Max was so into it was hot.
But seeing Max on that dance floor last night, in real life, with a real man’s hands on him, made something fierce rear its head in Daniel’s belly and when Max had made eye contact with him he couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his lips. Having Max’s attention seemed to do that to him.
Now, this morning, he’s not sure what to make of this. Their chemistry was off the charts, he knew that. Both their Twitter mentions were always blowing up whenever either of them uploaded any clips from their spring weekend together. Their sexual chemistry together was intense, they were into so much of the same things, it all worked so well.
But Daniel couldn’t deny that it wasn’t only sexual chemistry.
The first night after they filmed in New York and hung out and ate takeout together Daniel had been charmed by Max’s blunt, straightforward approach to everything. He’d delighted in Max’s easy, open laughter. He’d been taken with how much of an open book Max was – not guarded, not closed off. He didn’t get that a lot in the business he worked in. A lot of guys he worked with wanted to get the content and nothing more, and that was fine with Daniel because he wasn’t looking to make friends. It was mostly work, after all.
But Max was so easy to talk to. That whole weekend in New York had been some of the hottest, best sex he’d ever had, but it was also laughter, and joking, and easy conversation.
Last night in that club he’d felt a hunger for Max that he hadn’t felt in a long time. He’d felt that spark of jealousy over another man touching Max. And even if it had been a shitty, grungy nightclub bathroom they’d first hooked up in again, when he’d pressed inside Max and circled his arms around Max’s waist and chest to fuck into him it had felt like everything stopped – the music faded away, the bass in his chest replaced by his racing heartbeat, nothing but Max, Max, Max in his mind.
This wasn’t good. Daniel didn’t really get attached to the guys he worked with but.
“Shit, I slept over,” came Max’s croaky morning voice across from him in the bed, Daniel shaken from his thoughts about last night. He hadn’t realized Max had stirred awake, too lost in thinking about liking Max too much.
“Hey, no worries,” Daniel made himself say, coming back to the present and looking up to Max’s pretty blue eyes looking back at him. He was sleep-rumbled, pillow-creases in his cheek, hair mussed up. They probably both had dry, flaking cum on their bodies, too tired to clean up properly before they both passed out last night, yet the sight of a sleepy Max in the morning was a balm for Daniel’s soul.
“I don’t want to make you feel weird about asking me to go,” Max said with a little deprecating laugh as he turned over onto his back, arching up to stretch out his sleepy muscles. “So I’ll get outta here in a sec,” Max continued and Daniel’s stomach twisted up inside. He couldn’t be too weird about this. They both didn’t come to fucking Miami for The White Party to waste it away in a hotel room. Daniel knew that. But.
“Don’t,” he said, reaching out to slide his hand over Max’s tummy to curl around his hip, pulling just a little to make his intention known. Max could stay. Daniel wanted him to. “I mean, obviously if you need to be somewhere. But you don’t have to hurry up and go,” he said, meeting Max’s eyes when Max looked back at him with a little confused frown.
“Oh,” was all Max said, quiet, studying Daniel for a moment, but Daniel thought he could see the hint of.. of something, in his eyes. An almost-smile on his lips.
Daniel felt embarrassment tinge his cheeks, grateful for his tan and hoping it wasn’t too obvious that he was being insane right now. They were both here to party and hook up and make content. They weren’t anything to each other. Daniel just wanted more time this morning. Shit. He watched Max shift back over onto his side so they were facing one another, watched him get cozy again in the bed.
“Last night was hot,” Daniel said, not wanting to give himself away too much. Better to focus on the superficial instead. Across from him, Max laughed, brought a hand up to rub at his sleepy eyes. God, he was cute.
“Very hot, yes,” Max agreed, nodding as he watched Daniel. It felt a little weird. A little unsure. Curled up in bed looking at each other after an accidental sleepover. Daniel didn’t know what the next move was. Should be. It couldn’t be ‘just got jealous thinking about that guy you were dancing with last night’.
“And we didn’t even get any content out of it,” Daniel said with a laugh, plastering on a smirk and shaking his head a bit.
It was.
It was clearly the wrong thing to say.
Daniel watches as Max’s face falls; his cozy, sleepy smile slipping away into something guarded, eyes suddenly cold.
“Right, sorry,” Max said, shifting over again onto his back to push himself up to sit. “I’m sure you of course had plans to get stuff this weekend.”
Daniel watched Max move to get up out of the bed, finding his boxers from the floor to tug them up. Shit.
“Max,” Daniel sighs, shifts to push himself up as well and sit up against the headboard. “Stop, I didn’t mean it like that. I – sorry, that was shitty to say,” he explains, glancing down at his hands folded in his lap, barely covered by the bedsheets.
“No, it’s okay,” Max continues dressing, wiggling his tight, tight jeans up over his big thighs. “I should anyhow check in with Alex and see if he had fun last night,” he says, finding his shirt strewn over the chair. Daniel’s eyes land on Max’s little love handles at the tight waist of his jeans. He wants to bite them.
Max pulls his shirt over his head and grabs his phone from the bedside table and then puts on a smile for Daniel as he runs his hand through his hair.
“I hope you meet some hot guys to film with this week,” Max says as he stuffs his feet into his shoes, a fake smile plastered on his face. Daniel can tell. Max smiles so easily, so readily. This one is so fake and Daniel hates it.
“I really didn’t mean it like that,” he tries to explain, but he knows it’s a lost cause. Max is half-way out the damn door. “I like hooking up with you, Max,” he says and Max just smiles again, nodding his head.
“Me too, but I have to get back to Alex,” he says and before Daniel can try again Max is out the door, and Daniel runs his hands over his face, heaving a sigh. He’d been trying to play off his freak out over liking Max a little too much, and he’d ruined it all in a single sentence.
* * *
“You mean that guy you hooked up with in the spring and you never shut up about?” Alex asks across from the breakfast table, piece of toast halfway to his mouth as he stares at Max.
“Yes, we saw each other last night. That’s who I was with,” Max explains, wrinkling his nose a little. “And then this morning he was like, ‘oh we didn’t even film it’, and I just left,” he continues, shrugging as he reaches for his orange juice. Max knew they weren’t anything to each other. They’d only seen each other in person one weekend before last night and they had sparsely talked other than Twitter replies or likes here and there but yet… Max had kind of thought, kind of felt, like there was a little more there than strictly just content between them. Even if it wasn’t anything more than hot sex that would be okay.
He didn’t expect anything of Daniel, and nothing could happen anyway. They lived on opposite coasts of the country. But he supposed he did expect that Daniel had a little more respect for him than to complain about not getting to film fucking him last night. Max didn’t think he’d imagined their chemistry and how good it felt to have sex with Daniel. Like Alex said, he talked about it often. How hot Daniel was. How good the chemistry was. How amazing the sex had been.
“What an asshole,” Alex says, and Max shrugs, ready to finish his breakfast and forget about Daniel. It wasn’t like Max had expected Daniel to kiss him hello and have sleepy morning sex together but he also hadn’t expected for Daniel to be so blunt about making it clear that he was only interested in getting content. Max had asked him, last spring in New York, if he ever had sex just for the fun of it, not for work, and he’d said he did.
Daniel had said that sometimes he hit it off with guys and just wanted to hook up for the fun of it.
Just not with Max, he supposed.
That same night Daniel had wondered if Max really enjoyed bottoming as much as he does, or if he was just a good actor. Maybe, Max thought, it’s Daniel who’s a good actor. Good at faking how into Max he seemed to be. Good at making the guys he fucks feel sexy and confident. It’s a good quality to have when you make porn for a living, Max supposes.
That night Max films a POV on his phone of himself getting fucked by a muscly American with a big dick, shot angled down his body to where he comes all over his belly, moaning the whole time.
He captions it ’finally, a good fuck in miami’ and posts it to Twitter, and hopes it hurts when Daniel sees it.
* * *
Miami had sucked over all and Daniel was grateful to get back home to LA and forget about it all. He hadn’t wanted to do much after that morning with Max, and instead dragged himself through drag brunches and more parties at night but his heart wasn’t in it. He felt shitty about Max, and shittier about what he’d seen on Twitter, because he knew Max was reacting in anger, or hurt, or both, and that sucked.
Daniel sighed as he stretched out on his couch. His Twitter mentions were full of people excited to see what he’d shot in Miami and the truth was Daniel had nothing to show for it. He couldn’t find it in himself to hook up with anyone else after his fight with Max and that had him feeling some kind of way. He barely knew Max. Had only met him in person twice over the span of seven months. And yet he couldn’t deny that he had some kind of twisted up, complicated feelings about the guy.
Max was funny, and smart, and no doubt the physical attraction was off the charts for Daniel. It was more, though. Max made him want to try harder, do better, even if it was just sex. He wanted Max to like him. To enjoy himself. And Daniel knew, he knew Max did. It was undeniable the chemistry they had, the sparks he felt with Max. He knew this was stupid. Daniel didn’t really know anyone who could be in this business and make something work out with another guy on a deeper level. Only Pierre and Charles seemed to have that one figured out. No jealousy, no possessiveness, they each made their content with other guys, with each other, with other guys together, and seemed to enjoy and love each other just the same with no mess. Daniel didn’t know if he could do that.
Max wasn’t anything to him and since that clip he posted in Miami Daniel had been a little bit crushed. He knew Max was lashing out. He knew that Max had had much more than a ‘good fuck’ with Daniel and he was just being an asshole. Daniel deserved it, he knew. He’d tried too hard to not give away how weird he was beginning to feel about Max and he’d fucked it all up. He’d hated seeing Max with other guys since then; had to mute him on Twitter because it got his hackles up.
Daniel had had the real thing. He’d heard with his own ears the beautiful sounds – whimpers, moans, sighs – Max made. He’d seen the pink flush up Max’s chest, he’d watched Max come multiple times in a night, he’d felt the warm, tight, welcome of Max’s body when he pressed inside. Seeing it all on his Twitter timeline couldn’t compare and he didn’t want to see it anymore either, especially not other men experiencing him.
Daniel ran his hand over his face, sighing a bit at all of this. He opened Twitter and scrolled through his feed to find a clip he had posted months ago; 45 seconds in his New York hotel room, where nothing could be seen but their bodies in the bed. Max’s legs were hitched up around Daniel’s hips, bodies grinding together, Daniel slowly rocking inside of Max. Their faces couldn’t be seen but the intimacy in the way they moved together, Daniel’s hand clutching Max’s hip, Max’s hands running up Daniel’s sides and over his ribs, sliding around his back to keep Daniel close and tight against him.
And the sounds of Daniel kissing Max deeply, the way Max whimpered into the kiss, could be heard, and Daniel knew anyone who saw it could tell there was more to this than just sex.
Daniel retweeted the clip, and typed: missing @orgasmax so much and hit ‘post’.
He was pathetic. Max’s last Twitter post was from his other hook-up in Miami which was clearly a dig at Daniel. Here Daniel was re-tweeting arguably the most intimate clip he’d ever posted on Twitter and the caption? Pathetic. Stupid.
The replies came in fast, the notification tab marked with a blue dot. Daniel read through the replies, unable to help but to smile a little.
’this is fiiiiiiire! they have to be a couple for real, right?’
‘maxiel forever! we’ve been dying for more of u two. anything new?’
‘cant say ive ever seen tender and emotional Twitter porn before lol wow guys!!’
‘the kissing soundssss omg!’
If complete strangers could see it through their phone screens, why couldn’t Max?
* * *
Exhausted from travel (and a weekend of partying), Max fell into his bed as soon as he got home to his loft. Stripped out of his clothes, scrambled under the covers, and yawned as he stretched out. Miami had been good, overall. Despite his encounter with Daniel. That had been good, too, he couldn’t deny. It’d been the best part of the weekend, honestly, but he’d felt so fucked up about Daniel wanting content out of him that he’d had to leave and find someone to help him forget about it.
Max knew he was promiscuous. He truly had no idea how many men he’d slept with in his four years in New York. Hundreds, easily. But that didn’t mean he didn’t have feelings, or didn’t want to be thought of as more than just a hole and some dollar signs. He didn’t care about making content with guys at all but Daniel felt different. Content was great with Daniel and Max liked that part just fine. He’d really thought – hoped – that maybe there was something more to it for Daniel. Perhaps he was naïve.
When his phone dinged with a notification Max frowned at the screen: ‘@BigRicEnergy tagged you in a tweet’.
They hadn’t made any new content together this weekend. Max was confused about what Daniel could possibly be posting.
Max tapped the notification, Twitter opening on his screen to reveal a clip he’d seen before, a retweet. The caption made Max pause; eyebrows knitted together in a frown. Missing him? Daniel could have re-tweeted any of their many clips together. It could have been Daniel coming all over Max’s tits in the sunshine of his hotel window. Or he could have re-tweeted the one of Max face down, ass up in the bed while Daniel nailed him from behind. Or even the one where Daniel ate him out and sucked him off.
But this one. This one was one of the highest viewed clips Daniel had ever posted. This one was gentle, and soft, pressed together and rocking slowly, the sounds of their kisses and Max’s pleased little whimpers and almost nothing more. Max remembered this so clearly.
It was Daniel’s last day in New York, back in Max’s bedroom. Max had had plenty of sex with dudes, sprawled out on his back while he got fucked. But this was different. It had been hot, absolutely, but after Daniel had made him come once he’d pulled this move – slow, deep, gentle, impossibly satisfying missionary sex with so much kissing. Some guys never wanted to kiss Max at all. That day it’d seemed like Daniel couldn’t get enough. Like he was savouring Max before he returned to LA. Like he was remembering him and soaking him up.
This clip was… well. Max read the replies to the retweet and lots of people were thinking on the same page Max was.
’soooo intimate, boys!’
‘they have to be a thing right?
‘when will someone make love to me like this? damn!’’
This clip was deliberate. It had to be. It was so much. Intimacy like that couldn’t be faked. Max felt so conflicted. Daniel’s caption said he missed Max. He had Max, though. A sleepy, soft Max in his bed who accidentally slept over, and he’d ruined it all by what he said.
So why this tweet? Why this clip?
Max locked his phone and dropped it aside, flopping back into his bed and staring at the ceiling. Daniel had said he hadn’t meant what he’d said like that. Max had been too hurt to listen to him, just wanted to get out of there and not think about how crushed he was to discover Daniel only wanted him for content. If he didn’t mean it, why did he say it?
He reached for his phone again and opened his DMs with Daniel.
@orgasmax: why did you repost that?
@BigRicEnergy: bc it’s true
@orgasmax: missing that we didn’t film anything for your onlyfans that’s all
Max watched Daniel’s typing dots appear and disappear a few times, frowned at his phone willing Daniel to actually reply. He didn’t, and Max dropped his phone to run his hands over his face. This was so stupid. He should not be so cut up about Daniel; about a stupid guy he hooked up with and caught stupid feelings for because it was never going to go anywhere. Daniel fucked other guys for work. Max did it for the hell of it. Max could stop any time if he had a boyfriend. He’d just never really hooked up with someone who he felt like he wanted to see more than a few times, or more than a few fucks.
But Daniel.
The spark was there so quickly – the moment they left the lounge back in the spring and walked back to Max’s loft and he made Daniel laugh into the night… Max had felt that swooping sensation in his tummy and it only continued for their weekend together.
Miami solidified it all. Seeing Daniel on the dance floor had been instantaneous delight and Max had gone so easily into his arms and back to his hotel and…
His phone pinged with a notification and Max sighed, unlocking it to see Daniel’s response in their DMs.
@BigRicEnergy: i swear i’m not max. that was such a stupid comment and i only said it bc i was scared you’d be freaked out if i got weird and asked you to stay.
@orgasmax: why would i freak out?
@BigRicEnergy: bc i wanted you to stay more than i wanted to go out again. i thought i’d go to miami with my friends and hook up with a lot of guys and film all kinds of stuff but as soon as i saw you i was like fuck anyone else i only want him.
Max frowned as he read Daniel’s message, trying to parse it through. He understood they had chemistry and attraction. Obviously, Daniel ‘only wanted him’ to film with that weekend. Max didn’t understand what he was missing here. Why would he freak out about Daniel expressing that?
@orgasmax: i guess i do not understand why you think i would be upset about you only wanting to film with me in miami
@BigRicEnergy: maaaaax. do i have to spell it out?
@orgasmax: idk what you’re meaning so i guess so
@BigRicEnergy: i only wanted to BE with you that weekend. i only wanted to hang out with you and not even sleep together or film. i saw you dancing and i was so happy you were there. there were thousands of guys at that party and i saw you? it felt like the universe made it happen. and then you slept over and i was freaking out when i woke up because i like you so much and i wanted you to stay. i didn’t want to go to any more parties or meet anyone else. i only wanted to be with you all weekend and it freaked me out because i caught weird feelings for you and i knew if i said anything it’d hurt me in the end when you weren’t interested in me like that, so i said that dumb shit to play off like i wasn’t already in my feelings for you too deep.
Max stared at Daniel’s response, trying to process this. His feelings? Max had certainly felt feelings. He had felt that spark, that connection, that warmth and pleasure throughout his body when Daniel smiled, or he made Daniel laugh, or the ways Daniel touched him – with so much care and attention. Even when they were having hot, filthy sex in a Miami nightclub bathroom – even when it was dirty and quick – Daniel still took the time to touch him all over and hold Max’s body closely and make sure Max was happy. He was considerate and wildly dedicated to making Max feel good.
Was Daniel here suggesting that all of this was because of something deeper? Because he felt something for Max? Like Max did, for Daniel?
Feelings were confusing. This was why Max just hooked up with guys and kicked them out when it was over.
Except… he hadn’t done that with Daniel. The first time. The first night. He’d let Daniel use his shower and he’d ordered them take-out and they hung out on the couch well into the night just talking and laughing despite having really filthy, sweaty sex only hours before. He’d let Daniel stay and that was…
Something.
He glanced back down at his phone when another message from Daniel came through.
@BigRicEnergy: sorry for dumping that on you. i know you don’t want anything from me but i just wanted to tell you why i did that. it’s ok if you wanna like unfollow me and just move on. i wont repost anything from before again.
Max didn’t know how to have this conversation because he’d never really done it before. He’d had to set hard boundaries with guys before – guys who came on too strong, too fast, who definitely caught some kind of obsession with him after their hook-ups, or got too drunk with the attention their content received on Twitter and wanted more out of Max.
He’d never reciprocated any of those sorts of feelings for the guys he’d slept and filmed with so it had never been a conversation he’d needed to have other than telling clingy guys that he wasn’t interested in them for more than a hook-up and he wouldn’t be seeing them again.
But he couldn’t deny, now, that he had feelings for Daniel despite only seeing him in person twice over the span of a handful of months. Maybe it was just infatuation. Maybe it would fizzle out and Max’s head and heart were all fucked up over the great sex and pheromones and whatever the fuck else.
But.
What if it wasn’t?
@orgasmax: i don’t want that actually. i got so mad that morning because it hurt me when you said that. like you only wanted me to sell to your fans and that’s all i was good for to you.
@BigRicEnergy: i know and i regret it so much. i was trying to play it cool like i wasn’t panicking that you’d want to get out of there as quickly as possible. i’m sorry. i wanted you to stay so bad max. i wanted to just lay around in bed with you and kiss you and hang out all day.
@orgasmax: me too.
@BigRicEnergy: can we talk for real? facetime or call or something?
Daniel sent his number in the next message and Max’s heart jumped as he added it into his contacts. He sent Daniel a text so he’d have his number too, and felt his tummy swoop when his phone lit up with an incoming call.
Max answered, and Daniel’s nervous voice coming through the speaker made something tender and warm twist up in his tummy instead.
* * *
Daniel felt good about the conversation he’d had with Max. It had been vulnerable and a little awkward admitting his feelings for Max – that he liked him, a lot, more than just a content and hook-up buddy. That he wanted to spend time – real time – with Max and get to know Max with his clothes on, so to speak.
He wanted to see if his feelings and thoughts about Max were actually something and not just a crazy infatuation he’d developed with the intensity of their sexual connection. He didn’t think it was just the good sex, he thought it was more than that, but he had to be sure.
Living on opposite coasts of the country was a problem, though. Daniel had the freedom to travel and go to New York if he wanted to and it was something he considered but didn’t want to bring up to Max yet because this was so tentative and new.
And there was his job to consider as well.
He and Max weren’t anything but talking at this point and Max had seemed to be okay with the fact that Daniel was still making content and filming with guys. Daniel didn’t expect any different from Max, either, and he let him know. They didn’t owe each other anything at this point.
Daniel may have muted Max’s tweets for the time being, though, because he didn’t trust himself to not be hypocritically jealous at what he might see. That was a whole thing to figure out.
For now, they had each other’s numbers now and agreed they’d keep texting, keep talking, keep seeing how things developed and if they had anything to talk about or communicate about when it wasn’t emotionally charged.
And there was the whole thing about making the first move. Did he just send a ‘hello’? A picture of what he was up to? Check in about Max’s day? He supposed he’d treat it like any of his other potential relationships. He’d had boyfriends before, he knew how to do this. It felt different with Max, somehow. He felt more unsure of himself than he’d ever done before and Daniel knew he needed to shake it and get over himself. Max liked him. Max told him on the phone that night that he was into Daniel in more than a hook-up sense and Daniel had been relieved because he knew he felt all the same things deep down. The only difference was their respective online activities and Daniel decided for the sake of both of them he’d need to shake it off and just go forward as he would with any other guy he was interested in building an actual connection with.
The tricky thing was that he’d never had a boyfriend whilst making content to sell. He’d never found a guy who was okay with what he did, and Daniel understood that, but that meant he’d never had to navigate these uncharted waters of relationship and job. Most people weren’t okay with their boyfriend fucking other people for a living. Daniel himself wasn’t sure he’d be okay with it if the roles were reversed. He’d thought about Pierre and Charles and the way they’d navigated their relationship in this world but they seemed to have something special, some unique understanding. Maybe he and Max could get there but he wasn’t sure. Max didn’t make content for work, he did it because he liked sex.
Daniel couldn’t imagine that Max would be okay with abandoning the kind of lifestyle he’d had for the last few years for a long-distance maybe-boyfriend, with only phone sex and a few times a year in person meet ups. Being bi-coastal was not helping things. He could move. Daniel could move. There was plenty of opportunity in New York to do the kind of work he did but… He loved LA. He loved the sun and the beach and the scene. New York was cold, and far away from his friends and the life he’d built here.
And why the fuck was he thinking about moving across the country to be close to a man he’d seen in person two times in the course of nearly a year? Infatuation was a hell of drug.
Daniel sighed and ran his hands over his face. He could invite Max out to visit. He’d be done his semester soon enough for winter break and who wouldn’t want winter break in LA? Surely it would beat the cold, bleak winter in New York.
Daniel decided to make the first move then and there, and text a photo of the view from his apartment - the palm trees, blue skies, sunshine. It’d be tempting to anyone dealing with the cold November winter in New York.
winter break in LA?’, he sent with the photo, then put his phone down to actually get shit done today.
* * *
Daniel’s waiting for him at the arrivals terminal; bright smile, tan skin, holding a handmade paper sign that says “Mr. M. Verstappen” in his terrible chicken scratch scrawl.
Max can feel his cheeks heating up as he walks toward him. What now? Do they hug? Kiss? It’s not like they’re boyfriends. They’re just two guys who are into each other and want to spend time together and Max isn’t really sure what to do. He’s spent time with guys he’s hooked up with because they enjoyed each other’s company, but it was never like it is with Daniel.
He adjusts his backpack straps and smiles, relieved as Daniel makes the first move and pulls him into a hug. Daniel smells of good cologne and sunshine and warmth, and Max feels the anxious tension melt out of his shoulders as he hugs Daniel back. Nothing to worry about.
They’d been texting and Facetiming non-stop since Daniel’s invitation to spend winter break here, getting to know each other on a deeper level, learning about more than just each other’s bodies.
There was Facetime sex, too, of course. That was a given. Max spent many evenings fucking himself with a toy Daniel had sent him, talking so much shit about how he wished it were actually Daniel, how nothing could compare to Daniel’s perfect dick, how much he was going to come thinking about the next time he got fucked by Daniel for real.
But now he was here and he wasn’t sure how to be present with Daniel in a way that wasn’t sexually charged like the previous times they’d spent real time together. Perhaps this was a test of whether the sexual and intimate chemistry in bed could translate to non-sexual, casual, hanging out. As much as he wanted to get right back into bed with Daniel the second they were alone, Max also wanted to see if the attraction was going to fizzle out or not when they did normal things.
What if Daniel hated Max’s real personality? What if Daniel’s incredible charm and attention was all fake for his content? So many what ifs.
“So glad you’re here,” Daniel says as he pulls back from the hug, shaking Max from his spiraling thoughts. “Let’s get outta here,” he grins, reaching for Max’s weekender bag to carry it for him.
Max follows Daniel out of the terminal and out into the bright, warm, California sunshine, and decides to stop thinking so much, and start living. If things get weird he can go home early. Or get a hotel and enjoy his break here anyway.
The fluttering in his tummy tells him that’s probably not going to happen. Daniel is chattering away as they walk to his jeep - all his plans for their time together.
“I’ll take you to In-N-Out, and we’ll go to Santa Monica Pier, and West Hollywood, obviously,” he says as he tosses Max’s bag into the back of the Jeep. “You’re cute and blonde and blue-eyed and foreign, and all the boys down there will eat you up,” he grins and Max laughs as he slips his backpack off and climbs into the front seat of Daniel’s Jeep.
“I won’t let them,” Max says as Daniel climbs in across from him. He meets Daniel’s eyes and delights in the warmth of his smile. “Only you can eat me,” he teases, and feels relieved that the banter is coming easily.
“Enchanté,” Daniel smirks, wiggling his eyebrows as the Jeep revs to life. Max laughs, revels in the feeling, and forgets about every worry he’d had.
* * *
Sending Max off at the airport and going home alone had been one of the worst feelings Daniel had felt in a long time.
He’d worried a bit about their ten days together and how it would go - if the chemistry would be there for normal things, not just sex, but it undeniably was. They’d had so much fun together; laughter and good conversation, jokes and trips around the greater Los Angeles area. Daniel had taken Max to all the touristy stuff in LA and made Max pose for photos with the Hollywood sign in the background, with the handprints at Grauman’s Chinese Theatre, under palm trees, and on the pier at Venice Beach.
There were also the photos he took at home, or in the Jeep, or out for lunch. Max looking sweet and sleepy in bed when he’d just woken up, holding Max’s hand across the center console while driving, Max’s mouth and fingers messy with animal-style fries at In-N-Out.
And then the dirty stuff. Photos and videos of sucking Max’s dick and the flush on Max’s cheeks as he looked down at Daniel. Videos of Max riding his dick, sunlight streaming in through the bedroom window, warming Max’s perfect pale skin. A picture of Max face down, ass up, and Daniel’s come leaking so prettily down Max’s balls.
A video they’d shot for Daniel’s OnlyFans just this morning, where the electric energy and soft desperation was evident. Max was leaving only a few hours after this was shot and it was clear that they were clinging to each other - physically and emotionally. Max’s pretty blue eyes were staring straight up at Daniel from where he was sprawled on his back, Daniel on top and inside him, hand clasping Max’s thigh where his leg was curled up around Daniel’s hip. His plush, pink lips were parted in pretty little moans as Daniel fucked him, Max’s back arching up to meet each thrust. It was as hot as it was beautiful.
He took a moment to revel in his camera roll as he sat in the Jeep of the departures lot, sighing to himself because Max was off back to New York for his next semester and Daniel was missing him already. It’d been ten minutes since he watched Max disappear around the corner into the security line.
Now what was he going to do without Max’s grumpy shuffle into the kitchen after waking up at the crack of noon? Without Max’s pretty pink-blushed cheeks when Daniel told him how cute he was? Without Max’s big laughter at Daniel’s crazy stories about moving to LA?
”Miss u already :( ”, he texted Max. He did. The chemistry was real. It wasn’t just their sexual energy matching. They got on so well these last ten days, had so much fun, learned more about each other’s lives and habits and quirks, and Daniel was finding that he wanted Max to stay.
He knew Max couldn’t, because of school, but it had been so hard to say goodbye and send him off to New York. He knew Max would be busy with his final semester but that didn’t stop Daniel from looking at his calendar to find times he could go see him. He had the money and the free schedule. Every other weekend in New York would be doable. If Max wanted it. Daniel worried he might be too clingy already. What if Max didn’t want that? What if Max had had a great time in LA with him but was okay with going back to his life in New York and maybe seeing Daniel again here and there? Daniel was getting ahead of himself. Every other weekend in New York, flying across the whole country, for a couple of days with the guy he was in love with was maybe crazy.
Daniel frowned, pausing his scrolling and looking up from his phone to think.
In love.
He was in love.
He was in love and he would go to the ends of the earth for two days with Max. Screw the country. He’d go anywhere.
”already looking at flights to come for new years lol. text me when you land.” He sent, put his phone down, and started his Jeep.
Daniel had never had a New Year’s Eve kiss before.
He couldn’t wait for it to be Max.
* * *
Max makes his mind up after the video on his phone ends, for the third time.
He’d clipped it from a longer video he and Daniel had shot the last morning of Danie’s most recent visit to New York, for Daniel’s Only Fans. It was after they’d both come and were coming down together, sprawled in Max’s bed. When he’d caught his breath, Daniel had rolled over to plaster himself against Max’s side, sweaty and sticky and without a care, and press kisses up and down his neck; Max had giggled and scrunched up, ticklish, but not wanting to get away.
He looks so happy in the video - cheeks flushed, smiling big and happy, laughter filling the room.
In love.
He’d watched the clip back over and over again, watched himself laugh as Daniel kissed up his body, watched Daniel nuzzle happily into Max’s sweaty neck, watched Daniel’s hand slide over his tummy and up his chest to rest over Max’s heart. He watched the way Daniel lay his head on his shoulder and closed his eyes, the camera capturing Daniel’s own smile as he rested there for a moment before tipping his head up to press a kiss to the underside of Max’s jaw.
Max closed his photo app and opened his text thread with his father.
He had one week of his undergrad left. Exams started tomorrow, and then.
And then.
He wasn’t going home.
Max felt the way his heart pounded in his chest as he told his father as much, felt the anxious prickle of what this was going to mean for him.
His student visa would expire soon, but Daniel knew all about applying for work visas and residency in America and he would help Max through it.
He and Daniel had made the last five months of long distance work, while Max finished his degree. Daniel had flown back and forth to New York so many times to be with Max, and Max was so ready to end the distance between them.
He wasn’t going home.
His dad would cut him off.
But Max knows that the warmth of LA and Daniel’s welcoming arms when he steps off the plane meant everything would be okay.
He switched his phone to Do Not Disturb so as not to face the wrath of his father’s incoming texts and calls, and opened his app to book a one-way flight to Los Angeles the day after his final exam. This was it. He screenshotted it and switched back to text the image to Daniel, then set his phone down to breathe for a moment.
He was staying in America. The plan had always been to finish his undergrad and go to law school when he was back in the Netherlands; to follow in his father’s footsteps and eventually take over his father’s firm. It’s what his dad had wanted. It had always felt inevitable, and like his life wasn’t really his own. It was just what he’d do. What his father had done. What his grandfather had done.
There was never any consideration for what Max wanted, but going to university across the world in America meant at least some freedom to be himself away from prying eyes, to do what he wanted for a few years before he had to go back.
Now, he had Daniel. He knew this would change the course of his life forever but Max couldn’t live under his father’s thumb anymore. He was a grown man and he was staying in America and never, ever going back to the prescribed life set out for him by expectations and abuse and fear.
When he picked up his phone again Max saw that Daniel had tried to call him when he was in DND mode, and he called back immediately.
“Summer in LA, baby! I’ll have to get you medical grade sunscreen,” Daniel said, not even a hello, when the call connected. Max felt his heart clench. This was it.
“What about forever in LA?” Max asked, nervous, voice shaky as he bit his lip, sat on the edge of his bed in the loft that had been his home for the last four years.
The line was quiet, but Max could hear the background noise of wherever Daniel was taking this call from. Traffic, the call of a seagull, Daniel’s music playing distantly in the back. Max’s life had been financed by his father whilst completing his education. He had no right to work in America, to make money, and he knew that until he could get a work visa sorted it’d be a big ask for Daniel to allow him to come and stay, to take care of him until he could sort himself out financially.
“Maxy,” came Daniel’s voice, no longer boisterous but soft, gentle, fond. Daniel knew about Max’s struggles with his father. He knew about their strained relationship and the abuse Max had lived through. He knew about the pressure Max felt to do what his father wanted, and he knew what a big decision this was for Max to make. To break free. “Baby. I’ve got you,” he said, and Max felt the relief crumble him, a held-back sob escaping.
“I already told him,” Max said, sniffling through it. “I texted him and said I’m not coming home. I’m finishing my exams and I’m coming to LA and I’m never telling him where I am ever again,” he cried, feeling the reality of the moment all too heavily. His dad didn’t know about Daniel. America was a sprawling, massive country, and Max was going to disappear into it, and never have to face his father ever, ever again.
“Don’t cry, Maxy, it’s okay,” Daniel said, and Max believed him. It was always okay, with Daniel. “I’m going to be there to get you at the airport and we’ll figure it all out,” he said.
Max knew they would. Daniel was the first person in Max’s life to love him and accept him and want him exactly as he was. Daniel didn’t care about Max’s grades, or his reputation and legacy. He didn’t care about Max’s history or how he lived his life. Daniel cared about making Max laugh and feel good and loved and that was worth far more to Max than anything the Netherlands could offer him.
When they ended the call, Max flopped backward onto his bed and let out a breath as he calculated the days until he was with Daniel once again.
* * *
Daniel had posted a lot of content with Max over the last year that they’d known each other. All the travel to New York he’d done had resulted in not only time with Max on a relationship level, but some of the most emotionally intense content he’d ever made. All his subscribers could tell that it wasn’t just sex for the sake of content.
Sat up in bed editing what they’d filmed the day Max got to LA, Daniel smiled to himself because this one was special. Max still didn’t show his face, but the love they had for each other was clear in the chemistry and touches and kisses and orgasms, and Daniel couldn’t help but love how obvious it was.
They’d talked it all out and Daniel still made content with other guys, and in New York Max still had his hook-ups. But there were rules. No kissing anyone else, and no repeat hook-ups, privately or for content. It worked for them when they were apart, but now with Max asleep in bed next to him - hopefully for the rest of forever - Daniel knew things were going to change. Sex was sex, but Max was more.
When he’d clipped what he wanted, he attached it to a new tweet:
@BigRicEnergy: everyone’s fave @orgasmax is here forever. never letting him go.
The clip was 37 seconds of footage from after the sex had ended; Max on his back and Daniel kissing up his chest, then capturing Max’s lips in a kiss out of view, but breaking into a smile as he pulled back into frame again.
“What are you doing?” Came Max’s sleepy voice from next to him. Daniel grinned as he set his phone aside, shifting down onto the bed again to be face to face with Max.
“Showing Twitter how much I love you,” he said, delighting in the near-immediate pink blush that dusted Max’s pretty cheeks.
“Stop,” Max laughed, reaching out for Daniel who so willingly scooted closer to slide an arm around Max’s waist.
“Never,” Daniel said, leaning in to press a kiss to Max’s lips. “This is the first day of the rest of our lives.”