Drunk Kiss-Lestappen

16.1-real life

As Max lay on the couch, Charles and Pierre went to Charles's bedroom to give Max some privacy. As they walked into the room, Pierre couldn't help but start giggling. 

 "What's so funny?" Charles asked. "You, my friend," Pierre replied, still snickering. "The way you were staring at Max, it was so obvious you have a crush on him." Pierre teased. 

"Pierre, ferme ta gueule." Charles grumbled, his face turning red with embarrassment. "You're not helping."

"I'm just saying. You should go for it," Pierre said, nudging Charles playfully. "The way he was looking at you when he called you Charlie, he might be into you too." Charles rolled his eyes and blushed even more deeply. "You're making it worse, Pierre. And he has a girlfriend." 

 "You're no fun," Pierre laughed, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at Charles's face. "And he is one of the most straight looking men ever." Charles said. 

"Oh really. Most of the time straight men don't kiss a guy in a club."

They both laughed and joked around for a while until Charles went quiet, looking thoughtful. " What is going on in your mind, Char?" Pierre asked his friend. " Do you really think that there is a chance that Max likes me?" Charles said softly, hoping that the man downstairs doesn't hear their conversation. "I am just saying that he looks at you the way you look at him."

The next morning 

Charles walked downstairs, his heart beating faster as he saw Max on the couch in only his boxers and Charles's shirt. He couldn't help but stare at Max.  Damn, he thought. His shirt was so small that you saw the outline of his abs through it. Charles gaze went down to Max's V-line and before he knew it he was looking at his boxers. 

'Shit' Charles thought, before running to the bathroom. 'Did I really just get a Hard-on?' He wanted to get rid of it, but then he be sure Pierre and Max would hear him. But I cannot walk back out, then they will notice it. 

He walked out of the bathroom embarrassed, and went straight to the kitchen to make breakfast. 

"Good morning." Pierre said. "Did you have fun in the bathroom?" He whispered jokey.

 'Shit', he heard him. "I am so sorry that you heard that." Charles answers embarrassed. "Did it have something to do with the half naked man on the couch?" Pierre asked, looking in Max's direction.  "No, maybe, kind of, Yeah it did have to do with that." Pierre laughed.

In the other room, Max groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. He immediately regretted it as his head pulsed with an intense ache that felt like it was splitting his skull in two. The previous night of partying was catching up to him. He sat up slowly, shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight streaming in through the window. He couldn't believe how much he had drank.

"Good morning," Max said, walking into the kitchen, his voice barely above a whisper. Charles couldn't help but notice the way Max's voice sounded when he was sleep-croaked. 

"Good morning." Both of the other men said. 

"What did I miss?" he asked, his voice husky. "Not much," Charles replied, trying to keep his cool. "I was just making breakfast." 

Max stretched his arms and yawned, showing off his perfect body. Charles couldn't help but notice how Max's body seemed to exude confidence and sex appeal. 

"Is your head alright?" Pierre asked. "For the amount of alcohol that I drank yes, for the rest no. It feels like people are hammering against my brain." Max answers. 

"You want some coffee?" Charles asked, offering him a coffee. The smell of coffee made his headache even worse, and he knew he couldn't handle it. His head was throbbing so much that he couldn't even think straight. "No thank you, I think I keep it by water."

After breakfast, Max changed into his own blouse and pants and walked back to the kitchen to give the shirt back. 

"I am really sorry, I stretched your shirt." Max said while handing back Charles shirt. "Don't worry, it is just a shirt, I have a lot of them." Charles said. "No, I will get you a new one."

"You really don't have to do that Max." 

"It is the least I can do. I probably caused a lot of trouble, and you had to deal with that. So I will give you a new shirt." Max stated on it. Charles knew that Max wasn't going to back down, and gave in. " Okay, you can buy me a new shirt."

"Great. And thanks for looking out for me." Max said while walking towards the door. "No problem. Are you able to get home safely?" Charles asked. "Yeah I will be fine, goodbye." He waves. "Goodbye." 

'I am never washing this shirt again.' Charles thought, taking in Max's scent from it.

When Max got to his apartment, he decided to take some painkillers and sit on the couch for a while. He hoped that he would feel better soon. He tried to meditate and block out the pain, but it was no use. The headache was relentless.

Finally, the painkillers kicked in, and he felt a little better. He got up and made himself a cup of tea. He sat on the couch and sipped his tea, breathing in the soothing aroma. He took deep breaths and focused on his breathing, hoping to alleviate the headache. Gradually, the headache subsided, and he felt better.

What he didn't know is that while he was away his two best friends had a really fun night. This caused them to quietly sneak Marie to her own room, instead of that from Daniel. 

A/N: For the records, Max and Marie are not really dating so it is not cheating what she is doing with Daniel. They are just in a relationship for the media.