Unexpected intimacy

"OWWHHH, MY PWECIOUSS BABYCAKES, ARE YOU OWKAY~" Max babbled, cooing at the unconscious chef.

For some bizarre reason, after their little scuffle, Max had convinced himself that Zane was his lover. Completely untrue, of course. But that didn't stop him from acting like a doting, gentle, "green flag" boyfriend to the guy now passed out in front of him.

Max knew he'd probably get scolded by his dad or maybe even his new assistant the next day. Fights like these weren't out of the ordinary for him. Despite his parents raising him in a luxurious, spoiled lifestyle filled with extravagant events and opportunities, he had a habit of getting into trouble. Honestly, causing chaos was his way of "playing games" with everyone around him. Hence, people were always left guessing what weird stunt he'd pull next.

Maximus Evander MacGregor wasn't made for normalcy. That much was clear.

Anyway, the way Max held Zane was surprisingly sincere, full of unexpected adoration. For once, he wasn't just putting on a show-it felt real, like he actually cared.

You could always tell the difference between Max's sober and drunk states. Normally, he was an over-the-top, unpredictable weirdo, causing chaos wherever he went. But when drunk, he was strangely well-behaved... at least until he reached the point of no return. Once he hit that threshold, though, his inner monster would come out-like a boss-level villain in a video game, ready to unleash a whole new level of craziness.

"SO CUTE, WAHH!" The heir squealed, marvelling at Zane's sleeping face, pinching his soft cheeks without a second thought.

"SO SOFT. MY SOFIA-SOFIA THE FIRST!" He giggled uncontrollably, now in full drunk mode, spiraling into a series of random outbursts.

"Twinkle twinkle little stawr how I wonderr whatchu r~" he slurred, bursting into an off-key serenade.

"Look, my lovieess, thishhh polo I'm wearing is made from animal skin. Soooo cooooool, doncha thinks, "

"Are you dead, loviessss? Talk chuu meeeee. I'm sooo lonelyyyy~"

Despite Max's nonsense, the real-world consequences of his shenanigans were taking shape. They had somehow ended up at the reception desk of a love motel, checking in, all thanks to the chaos swirling in the young master drunk mind.

The events unfolded in a blur, with both Max and Zane fighting off the haze of drunkenness and pounding headaches. When they arrived at the hotel entrance, the chef stirred, jolted awake by Max's less-than-graceful attempt at carrying him. His grip on Zane's waist slipped multiple times, causing the poor chef to crash onto the pavement a little harsh.

Slowly but surely, Zane began regaining his senses, though he still struggled to grasp reality. Through his groggy eyes, he mistook Max for Brando, assuming his friend was just struggling with his weight. Little did he know, it was none other than the irritating, rude Maximus Evander MacGregor.

After a few clumsy stumbles, Zane gave up on being carried and instead threw an arm around Max's shoulder. Together, they swayed down the narrow hallway toward their room, looking like a pair of chaotic drunkards on a very strange adventure.

Brando's changed a lot, he thought to himself. His face seems bigger now, and his chin... so sharp.

He glanced down at the man's arms and occasionally squeezed it.. Since when did Brando's arms get this long, like an elephant's trunk? And Why do his arms feels so stiff? They used to be smooth and soft. 

He must have started working out. Zane concluded.

Despite the confusion, the chef kept walking, unaware of how wrong he was, until they stumbled to the hotel room door. 

When they entered the room, they were greeted by an overwhelmingly romantic and intimate setup. The king-sized bed, draped in silky linens, sat prominently in the corner, surrounded by softly glowing scented candles on the table side. Rose petals were delicately scattered over the bed, as well as across the tiles and carpets, creating a lush, romantic environment.

The bathroom continued the theme of romance. A large, inviting bubble bath was already prepared, with candles flickering softly around the tub and more rose petals strewn across the floor. The cabinets were stocked with various sizes of condoms, popular lubricants, and large dildos, all meticulously arranged for an intimate experience. The overall ambiance was designed to enhance a deeply romantic and private experience.

Max carefully laid Zane on the bed, then stripped off his own shirt, complaining about the heat. The air conditioner was off, making the room uncomfortably warm.

"WHY IS IT SO HOT?" He whined. He started using his shirt as a fan, flapping it furiously. His wild waving occasionally smacked Zane's poker face, though Max seemed blissfully unaware of it, making the scene funny.

Zane, visibly annoyed, snatched the shirt from Max's hand and turned on the air conditioner to cool the room.

"Seriously? Stop flapping that thing around. You're smacking me in the face Idiot" chef snapped, irritation dripping from his voice.

Zane's hazy thoughts gradually cleared, and he started to recognize the room around him. His annoyance intensified as he realized he was not with Brando but with the obnoxious Mr. Young Heir-Maximus Evander MacGregor. Zane's previous encounter with him had left a strong impression, mostly because Max had been insufferably irritating.

Despite this revelation, Zane remained unfazed. He was more than capable of handling the situation; after all, he knew taekwondo.

'One swift kick to his head and hell be knocked out,' Zane thought if ever the heir invaded his private space.

The only thing stopping Zane from acting on his irritation is that he isn't being taken advantage of. Maximus Evander isn't touching him in a way that makes him uncomfortable. Plus, he's drunk.

Just look at what he's doing now-lying on the floor with his arms up, as if he's playing with something in the air.

'I thought I was the weirdest drunk person, but apparently, there's someone weirder.'

He shakes his head, gets off the bed, and approaches Max.

"Hey, weirdo. Get up. You look like an idiot lying there. Come sleep on the bed."

" . . . "

"HEY!" He raise his voice when the young master isn't listening.

"NO, I'M HAVING FUN WITH LEON HERE," Max protests, continuing to fiddle with the invisible thing in the air while giggling like a child

Zane is bewildered. Who is this Leon he keeps mentioning? He's driving the chef insane and doubling his stress.

Zane struggles to lift Max, who is twice his size, and carries him to the bed. Young master , however, makes it even harder by resisting and refusing to leave the cool tiles. "NOOOO~ IT'S COMFY HERE~" 

"I LIKE IT COLD~" He wiggles, causing Zane to fall back to the floor together.

"OWW-IEEE~" Max scratches his back and changes positions, making Zane laugh. The rose petals scattered across the floor had stuck to Max's sweaty back, creating a hilariously oversized heart shape.

Zane watched the scene, struggling to stop his laughter. "If ever I have a suitor and they proposed like this, I'd probably kick them in the privates," he thought, shaking his head in amusement.

Ding! Dong!

"Delivery service for Mr. MacGregor!"

The young chef wondered how the heir managed to place an order while being so drunk. He didn't know that Max had already bought all the liquor at the motel earlier on their way.

Neither Max nor Zane was aware of this; it was just Max's drunken behaviour kicking in.

"Wait a sec!" The chef said as he tidied his clothes.

"Come in," he said with a plain smile as he opened the door and welcomed the delivery person.

As the hotel staff unloaded young master's orders, Zane couldn't help but wonder why the weirdo had ordered so much.

Almost everything in the order was high-end liquor costing $700 per bottle, along with two types of dishes and two desserts. Chef's first thought was that he'd have to wake the heir up to pay for it, as he wasn't planning to cover the cost himself.

"$6,410 total..." Zane's jaw nearly hit the floor. That amount was a month's salary for him, spent by Maximus as if it were mere lunch money.

But then the staff added, "But since Mr. MacGregor already paid and left a $500 tip. There's nothing for you to worry about."

Zane felt a mix of relief and discomfort, realizing just how far Max's recklessness had gone.

"Thank goodness he only tipped $500," he mumbled under his breath, unaware that the staff overheard.

"Actually, he asked how many staff members worked in our hotel and then tipped us $500 each. I just forgot to mention that," she said with a bright smile before leaving, still having other work to do.

Zane watched her go, feeling a mix of disbelief and frustration. '"I'm really going to lose it over the things he's doing with his life. He's so unpredictable. ."

"Now, what am I going to do with all this?" Zane asked himself while staring at the delicious desserts and dishes, perfectly paired with the liquor Max had ordered.

"It's a good thing this food pairs well with the alcohol," he thought as he looked at the heir, who was sound asleep on the bed.

When Zane's stomach growled, he couldn't resist eating the mouthwatering food. It was so delicious that he could finish it in just a few minutes, especially since it had been six hours since his last meal.

While eating, Zane chugged the expensive liquor in one go, drinking it like water to wash down the food. He didn't realize that, within the next few minutes, he too would be knocked out again. He wasn't aware that the alcohol content in the expensive liquor was much higher than his tolerance.

In the following minutes, a strange series of events took place. Max, who is sleeping just a few moments ago, suddenly wake up-still under the influence of alcohol-and became increasingly random and impulsive. After a chaotic mix of complaining about the heat and fan-waving, and after Zane had returned from dealing with the delivery, the situation took an unexpected turn.

Max, who had been lying on the bed in a hilariously awkward pose, suddenly reached out and tried to kiss Zane. Zane, who had just finished eating and was becoming increasingly drunk from drinking so much liquor, felt a mix of irritation and drunken confusion at how close Max's face was. In response, he pushed Max's annoying face away.

Without clear intention or awareness, Max playful banter to Zane slowly turned into a heated kiss. As their inhibitions faded, their clothes began to come off, too. Max's erratic behavior seemed to guide their actions, and despite Zane's earlier annoyance, he found himself reciprocating the affection. What started as irritation gradually shifted into something more intimate. 

The situation is just going along with the young master's flow. Instead of waking up with just a headache the next morning, they might wake up with lingering resentment or, conversely, an unexpected connection. You can say Max's charm really works wonders, in an odd way, of course.

The room is filled with muffled moans, grunt, and skin slapping fast and hard. Both stay in their drunken state, completely surrendering on pleasure they give and receive to each other. For sure, with how much booze they had drunk, this thing will not be remembered at all.

"MHHMMMM~"

*FWOP FWOP*

*GRUNTS*

"aghhh~"

"AGHHHHHHH~♡"

Perhaps only fragments of pleasure-moans, grunts, and the sound of their skin slapping together-will remain.