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Adam was going to turn on him. He wanted to believe the genuine look in those electric eyes and the loving smiles he gave him and the laughter, but with every passing day, it got more and more difficult.
Adam was going to turn on him. Maxwell was too difficult. He wasn’t a good enough friend. There were too many times- too many close calls- and even though they had hugged it out in the ring, when he was alone he would cry about it.
Adam was going to turn on him.
Max picked at his nails. He was being made a fool out of. And when Adam would turn on him he would be laughed at. Mocked for finally trusting. What’s more, he even was foolish enough to consider Adam his best friend. So stupid! How could he let his guard down like that?
He took a deep breath. Closed his eyes. Steadied his breathing.
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Finally, he had time to himself. Time to process. But it was weird. He couldn't think about it. He tried- Max's yelling, his betrayed face, his tears. It all felt weirdly out-of-body. He would have to watch the video later. His mind was so blank.
He took it as a blessing.
Within the time that he stared outside the window, Adam's mind drifted to the pleasurable thought that he was a complete genius. Max hadn't suspected him- not even for a moment. Those late nights where he held Max in his arms, scratched his back and stroked his hair and listened to him talk about the Devil until he fell asleep. He'd been underestimated, flown under the radar under the guise of love.
Max hadn't seen the smirk on Adam's face as he raked his nails through his short hair, had no idea he was lying on the chest of his greatest enemy in that moment.
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Max recalled the events somehow just a little over two hours ago, of finally winning back his title from Wardlow, who had turned on the Undisputed Kingdom when Adam's ankle had finally healed enough for him to return and he had confidently asked for 'his' title. Max scoffed to himself at the thought, wondering how Adam could have been stupid enough to truly believe that Wardlow would actually just hand over the glorious Triple B like it was a football. It was dumb, uncharacteristically dumb for him, as Max had learned. And he had indeed learned it the hard way.
The betrayal at World's End was only a few months ago and yet the wounds were, as much as it pained him to admit it, still raw. Max hadn't trusted anyone since then, no. He had come back from his injury, his shoulder healing seemingly fuelled by the pure sting of betrayal, and he reclaimed his name. Slowly, slowly, but surely. His hair was shorter again, the sides buzzed; he was a man of dress shirts once more, having taken fabric scissors to those Better Than You Bay Bay and Double Clothesline t-shirts a long time ago. He donned his trusty scarf, having burned his favourite clone because no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get Adam's scent off it. He was, once again, in all purposes but physically, the Devil. Who needs a mask to show it? In all truth he was technically a babyface, but would he still hold those intrinsic values Adam had edged into him? Hell no. In this company you couldn't trust anyone, and Max hated himself every day for many months for not maintaining that strong view despite Adam. Adam's manipulation, his fucking game. No. Max worked best on his own. He was a true champ, and no one would ever take that away from him again.
a little snippet of a fic im working on because worlds end stuck a knife in my heart that i haven’t been able to pull out yet.
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Breaking Max [adamjf]
nsfw
I guess he is kinda cute when he cries. Just like the first time we fucked. Grateful, surprised I’d actually want to fuck him. I know Max has only been fucked a handful of times, most of that handful being myself actually. I know any sex he’s ever had in his life was probably him banging some easy chicks after wrestling shows or something, never meaningful. But when I fucked him for that first time, I think I made him feel something deeper than he’s ever felt before. Heheh. Deeper.
I blink back to the present when I feel Max pulling down my underwear just enough to get my dick out.
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I tilt his face up by the chin with the tips of my first two fingers and he knows to meet my eyes. Max's sad, wet eyes look into mine. I can’t help the little tug at the corner of my mouth. With my thumb I stroke his cheek and I can see the almost not even there movement of him leaning into my touch.
“You’re pathetic.”
His eyebrows make a tiny sort of flinch into a furrow for a second and I see his eyes narrow ever so slightly. Aw.. he’s confused. I guess I can give that to him. I guess in his eyes there was no reason for me to turn on him. Classic MJF. Only thinks about himself.
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oh boy.
nsfw//
“Suck me off.”
And Max just looks so pathetic. He uses his wrist to try to wipe his eyes red, blotchy, teary, and fixes them on my dick, blinking wet eyelashes. I hear him sniffle.
“What’s wrong, Maxie? You don’t wanna suck me off anymore? You used to leap at the chance.”
He lets out a sob and screws his eyes shut, turning his head to face the floor.
I gently run my fingers through his hair and I definitely don’t miss the keening sound that comes from his throat. He misses my touches.
yall i just thought of the most heartbreaking adamjf idea and i started bawling out of nowhere in the middle of my room.
