MMXX - XII - Diplo & Rhye; you're moving inside me so softly // the faith is something new // so many ways you're fragile, coming to me - mainly max/daniel, mentions of past daniel/scotty, 886 words

Daniel cries the first time they have sex. Max keeps on trying to move Daniel around, get him on his back, so that they're face to face. Max continues saying shit like "wanna see how beautiful you look" and "please Daniel, let me see you", but Daniel isn't ready to give himself away like that.

"Like this Max. It's better." Daniel insists, grinding hips hips into the mattress below him, attempting to dispel that sinking feeling in his gut.

It was supposed to be a favor to George. Stupid. He had asked Daniel, both of them a little buzzed, if they could maybe imply that they had slept together. He said people didn’t believe he was an alpha— which, Daniel had been surprised himself, with those big pleading eyes— and he thought that smelling like an eligible omega would help. Daniel agreed to it; he was feeling benevolent. More stupid. Apparently he wasn’t immune to the big pleading eyes.

He was in the paddock wearing one of George’s t-shirts under his Alpha Tauri jacket for only fifteen minutes before Max found him. “Why do you smell like George?” he asked. Blake, who he had been talking to, walked off in the opposite direction.

“Good morning to you, too,” Daniel said, grinding his molars. Had he been thinking about this when George had asked him, in some dark and evil basement of his mind? Maybe. Only fair there was something in it for him.

“So what, I say no to you because I’m of course in a relationship and you go to the next alpha you can find?” Max asked. His anger gave Daniel a sick satisfaction deep in his gut. Max had been so blasé when Daniel tried to— confess his feelings, or whatever, a couple weeks ago. Laissez-faire when he wanted enchanté.