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It was so silly, he knew, but he loved that he could get chicken any time he liked now. He could get chicken for lunch. He could get chicken delivered.

That was the best.

Max had had a thing and Nyx was busy, too. Hex had jumped on the opportunity to get online and play a bit, only pausing when the door alert went off. He left his headset and answered the door in his shorts, a smile on his face for the driver.

Except the driver wasn't there. Not a trace. Just the food stapled shut in a paper bag.

"That's odd," he said as he gathered it all up to bring it in.

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The driver was still there though, just off to the side where he'd cornered Max and was attempting to hit on him- Something Max didn't seem terribly receptive to.

"Come on, let's trade numbers, yeah? I'll take you for a drink," The driver offered.

"Um, I- Actually, I have a boyfriend," Max lied, looking over When Hex appeared, and quickly reaching for him. "That's- Um, that's my boyfriend, actually. See?"

The driver looked unconvinced.

Hex had been distracted by food, but feeling Max's hand and hearing the word boyfriend had him perking up. He knew what he needed to do.

"Practically married," he confirmed, then roughly grabbed Max and all but carried him and the food inside.

The door banged shut and he let him go.

"I was hoping you'd be home. I ordered enough for us both," he smiled.

Max laughed brightly as Hex hauled him inside, smiling as they walked back up to the flat.

"Thanks, it smells lovely. I brought us home a few things too," he added, gesturing to his bag. "Bought you a little gift, actually."

"A gift? What for?" he asked, trying to think if there was a holiday.

Not that it mattered. He loved a little treat.

"What is it?" he pushed.

"No reason, just made me think of you," Max said, putting his bag on the counter and digging through until he found what he was looking for. It was a shirt, black with some mesh cut outs. The sort of thing Max had seen blokes wear to clubs. He'd seen it, and for whatever reason had imagined Hex in it.

Smiling, he held it out in offering.

"If you don't like it, no worries, I can return it. Just thought you might like it."

Hex unwrapped it and held it up, grinning brightly.

"Say, this is boss, Max," he said happily.

He slipped it on to check if it fit. It didn't pair with his shorts, but it fit him nicely and would draw attention at the club.

"Thanks," he smiled. "You like it?"

Max admired him a moment, then nodded with a smile.

"You should wear it on stream sometime. You look good in it," He said, before pulling out something he'd bought himself. It was nothing flash, just a black tank top and a pair of pants that had an almost wet look to them.

"You think?" he smiled, warmth spreading through him with Max's casual praise.

"Alright. Any time you like. I like that, yeah? Is that for the stream, too?" he asked.

"Yeah, yes... You think it'll be good on camera?" he asked. "Maybe I'll try it on after we eat."

"I'll go put it on plates. Like fancy people," Hex grinned, wandering off to put dinner together for Max.

""Do you want noodles or rice or both?" he called from in the kitchen.

"Oh, just rice please!" Max called back, pulling a few more things from his bag and wandering through. He'd bought some posh tea and coffee, and he placed them next to the electric kettle to share.

"Food smells brilliant."

"I'm sure I'll get tired of it eventually, but working at the med center, this place was our treat once a month. And now, thanks to you, I can afford it more often," he explained, offering Max a plate he'd done his best to look fancy as a restaurant.

"I think I left me game up, too," he said as he took his own plate. "Let me go shut it all down."

"You don't have to shut it down. I like watching you play," Max said honestly, taking the plate with a nod of thanks.

"You don't mind?" he asked, but could see Max didn't.

He took his plate and sat, eating a few bites before picking up the controller to pick his game back up. As he did, he looked at Max and smiled.

Everything had gotten better in his life, everything, since he'd met Max.

"You want to play, too?" he offered.

"Nah, I'm no good," Max said, leaning against Hex as he settled in with his plate and started eating.

"What did you do today?" he asked between bites.

"Not a lot. Spent most of the day in the gym, then I came home and showered and I've been playing..."

He scrolled through his stats to show off a bit.

"I was hoping you'd be home tonight. So I was waiting," he added.

"Should have texted, yeah? All I did today was shop a bit. I was hoping to stream a little later," Max admitted. "You going to join tonight?"

The question was so casual, and yet a shock of excitement shot through him as he nodded.

"I'd like to," he said quietly.

A couple button taps had the system paused and he put the controller aside.

"You been getting a lot of views alone?" he asked curiously.

"I do well, but people do ask for you," Max noted. "You have a lot of fans."

Max reminded him of that from time to time, and Hex would like to believe it...but he didn't. He'd believe some people liked his cock or his muscles, but to him it was Max that was worth watching. Max with the beautiful eyes. With the sweet, soft lips. With the lovely, graceful lines of his neck...his arms...

His brain went a bit blank as he admired Max.

"Oh, sure," he agreed after a minute. "That one bloke always sends me a tenner, yeah?"

He smiled at that. He'd accept he had that one fan.

Max thought he was joking, and laughed softly. "I've missed you, it's always good having you in streams. You make me feel more confident."

"That's good, yeah? I always like when I can tell you're having a good time," he said as he tucked into his dinner.

"It's easy having a good time with you," Max shrugged. "Sometimes I think you and Jack are the only people I feel I can be myself around. Maybe Greg too."

He paused then, realizing he'd not said much about Jack before. He still wasn't sure what to tell Hex about his other job. Mostly he said it was tech related, and then as little else as he could.

"Yeah? He's good to work for?" Hex asked, not a shred of jealousy, only curiosity. "And he's good to you?"

"He is, yeah," Max nodded, hesitating, then admitting, "Even after I made a tit of myself. I asked him out, went back to his, and... I couldn't, um, perform. Not without help. I thought I was over that."

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