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Max didn't know how the fuck he managed to go to his car, his eyes burned so bad, but not as bad as how the humiliation of having cried in front of everyone burned.
It was all that fucker Punk's fault, why the fuck would he ever talk about that fucking meet and greet? He had to calm down if he wanted to drive to the hotel without killing himself, he had to chill, why was he even this worked up over that shit, it happened so long ago, why the fuck-
“Max”
Fuck, fuck, fuck, the fuck was he doing here? That voice made his muscles go so taunt they started to ache.
“Punk, are you blind in addition to old and stupid? This my car, not yours”
“I wasn't looking for my car, give me your keys, we are going back to the hotel”
“What? No, I'm not going anywhere with you, you...you just-” Fuck, he was tearing up again, he hated this, he hated him.
“Max, you can't drive in this condition, give me the keys now” Max wanted to punch him in the face, the gall of this man trying to order him around, he wanted to punch him even more because against that tone he had no defense. He gave Punk the keys.
The ride was silent, Max stopped himself from fidgeting the entire ride but the minute the car stopped he was out there like a shot, he basically ran to his room, he didn't even look if Punk was following him.
His hands were shaking so much he couldn't open the damn door, he almost jumped out of his skin when he felt Punk's hands on his own, the keys were taken from him, and he got shepherded into the room in quick succession.
Max didn't even have the time to put up a fight and keep Puck out of the room, he just found himself in the middle of the room, feeling himself tearing up a little at the look in the other man's eyes.
Max saw Punk reaching for his face and he flinched hard .
“Oh, Max”
“Don't, why the fuck are you here?”
“We have to talk about this”
“There is nothing to talk about” Max pushed him, he just wanted to stop thinking about all this shit but Punk's presence was a constant reminder, as he went to push the other again he felt himself being...hugged? Punk was hugging him, he was being hugged and the dam that was keeping his tears at bay broke.
After long minutes of Max getting shushed and getting petted while sobbing into Punk's shoulder he calmed down, only to want the floor to swallow him whole.
“Hey, hey, where are you going? Max, it's okay, it's okay ”
It wasn't okay, Max put some space between them, he needed it to think, Punk's arm around him made him want to melt.
"If this ever goes out I'm gonna run you over with my Porsche”
Punk laughed “Oh, you are back, I was getting worried, we need to eat, what do you want?”
Max held him back when Punk tried to move toward the phone “Punk, the fuck are you doing? I don't need or want your pity, I'm not some kicked puppy, I am a snake, I want titles, I want the glory, fuck my past, I would strangle all of you”.
Punk had the audacity to laugh, he was thinking to move up the strangling to just about now.
“Maxie, stop, stop pushing me, seriously, I'm hungry”
“Go eat in your room, then, and you never answered my question”
“What do you mean?”
“Punk I know I make fun of you all the time but I know you are not that stupid”
Punk sighed “You are going to think something is up”
“What do you-” He was being kissed and it was light out in his brain, he didn't know which way was up or down, the world shrunk down to Punk's mouth.
“You were right...i think...i think something is up” when they separated for breath, Max was panting and very confused.
“Max, don't tell me you don't feel this too, this electricity between us and I want to try, I know you're an asshole but it's not like I'm a saint either and, Max, I know there is something else there so what do you say? You want this meal?”
“Order me a steak and I reserve the right to run you over if you are too much of an asshole”.
Punk just laughed and kissed him again, if nothing else he will get a steak out of it but hopefully more.