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The fabric felt unfamiliar to him, as Max pulled the partly sheer shirt over his shoulders. Not for the first time wondering how he managed to find himself in this situation. And he wasn’t just talking about getting dressed into something what was out of his comfort zone.
Thinking back to the day a few months ago, when he and a bunch of his friends had been chilling at a beach bar after a day at the beach near Saint Tropez. Well maybe goofing around was considered a better term. When he noticed the attention of a dark skinned, hot, rich looking, thirty something man on him. Until this day it remained a mystery why someone that attractive, who could get everyone he wanted, was interested in him of all people. Not that he was ugly, just not anything special looks wise. On top of that he was awkward, both socially as in general. Stubborn, direct, a bit of a nerd. Could act like a goofy loud idiot and had a pretty foul mouth to finish it off.
Not exactly what a man like that should even consider, let alone be interested in. That’s why he had tried to ignore those dark eyes. Having believed the man would get bored and loose interest. Imagine his surprise when upon returning from the bathroom, the hot stranger suddenly stepped in his path to ask if he could offer Max a drink.
His first instinct had been to deny it. Unsure what the man wanted from him. Yet considering there weren’t any red flags to indicate the man had bad intensions, and he had been there to have fun. He found himself thinking what the hell and had agreed to the drink.
One drink let to another, although the hot stranger, who had introduced himself as Lewis, had made sure to varied the drinks he introduced Max to were both alcoholic and non alcoholic. None of them apparently very strong, because by the time Lewis invited him back to his hotel room, Max didn’t even feel tipsy. Or at least clear minded enough to consciously accept the man’s invitation. He had even excused himself to inform his friends where he was heading. Earning him catcalls along with some have fun's.
The night had been nothing short of amazing. Lewis turned out to be a passionate and affectionate lover. Pampering him with attention, kisses and his touch, to the point he had begged the older man to let him come.
Because that was what Lewis was, older. Not only was he thirty something, he was nearly a full 16 years older. Having turned 39 in January, while Max himself wouldn't turn 24 until the last day of September. Not that the age difference bothered him. He had flings with people older than him before, although not by this much. And there was no denying Lewis was incredible fit.
Anyway the next morning Lewis spoiled him by ordering a luxurious breakfast through room service. After which the man had asked him how long he and his friends were staying in the area, before following it up by asking for Max his number. Considering the fact he still barely knew the man, it would have made perfect sense to decline giving it. But seeing the way Lewis had treated him, combined with the fact that he found the man attractive as hell, he found himself exchanging numbers anyway. Not that he held any expectations that anything would really come from it.
Oh boy wrong he had been.
The following day upon returning from another beach day with his friends, the woman at the reception had called him over. To his astonishment she had pulled a huge bouquet of wildflowers out of a side room. Informing him that the man who had ordered them had called ahead to make sure they could give it to him since he had only known the hotel Max was staying at and not the room number.
Flabbergasted, Max had taken the bouquet from her with a quiet thanks. Stunned mind working overtime. At loss as to why Lewis would send him flowers. And how in the hell had the man known which hotel he was staying at? A terrible sense of dread filling him at the possibility that the man had followed him back to the hotel the previous day. That was some serious stalker behavior, making him feel sick to his stomach.
Luckily Lewis had managed to clear that bit of information up an hour or so later, when he texted to ask if Max had received his present. The Dutchman had thanked him, before straight out asking how he had known where to send it to. The explanation turned out to be rather simple, erasing all his worries. His phone number was connected to his social media, that was how Lewis had seen the pictures of him and his friends, in which their hotel was tagged. Lewis even went as far as to follow it up with an; I hope that is okay and I didn’t overstep. That was never my intention. Just wanted to spoil you some more.
Relieved Max had fell back on the bed. Still unsure what he had done to deserve such a royal treatment, but grateful and appreciative none the less. He ended up texting back and forward with the man until his friends knocked on his door, indicating that it was time to hit the nightlife.
During the remaining days of his vacation, he spend 2 more evenings and morning with Lewis, before the man had to return to England. Yet even after that they stayed in touch. And despite his objections the Brit frequently send him gifts. Not to Max his actual address, feeling uncomfortable to simply share that, but he shared the town, making it possible for Lewis to send stuff to the local post office or other pick-up points. Always making sure Max knew when and where there was something waiting for him.
Yet despite bathing in the attention and care the Brit showed him, Max never truly considered what they had going on to be anything special. Somewhat waiting for the day Lewis would wake up and loose interest in him. But then Lewis had surprised him once again by inviting him over for a weekend in England. And like the pure gentleman he was the man had given Max the option between staying at a hotel or to stay at Lewis own house.
Despite his first instinct being to choose Lewis’ place, he had listened to his more common sense and had opted for the hotel. Reminding himself that the despite the fact they texted all the time. Spend hour on the phone or on video calls, he still in some way barely knew the older man. Having seen enough episodes of Catfish to know that everything was not always as trustworthy as it may seem.
Still the weekend went off without a hinge and Max even had ended up staying both nights over at Lewis' place. Feeling reassured by the knowledge that he always had a place to retreat to if he for some reason would want to, or if would start to feel uncomfortable. And besides who wouldn’t want to spend time at the luxurious penthouse Lewis owned.! Not that he hadn't picked up on the signs that Lewis had money, but that weekend had been an eye opener to the fact the man was far more wealthy than he had originally thought. And here he was spending some of that money on him of all people.
Anyway, one weekend let to another. This one in Amsterdam, were they did share a hotel room and had spend their days playing tourist in the Dutch capital. Walking hand in hand through the city. Visiting museums and going for a boat tour of the canals.
Fast forward a few weeks and here Max was, standing in Lewis other house, in freaking Monte Carlo of all places, getting ready for his date with his sugar daddy as his friend Daniel liked to call Lewis.
He is Max. A man like that buying you stuff and spoiling you the way he is, definitely makes you his sugar baby, so he is your sugar daddy. And don’t you dare argue with me on this, because you know I’m right.
His friend’s words had been. And despite the fact that Lewis never called him ‘sugar baby’ or even ‘baby boy’ there was no denying that Daniel had been right. Even when that realization had unsettled him at first. It sounded so tacky and almost made him feel cheep. But that wasn’t how Lewis made him feel at all. Quite the opposite actually. Lewis made him feel loved, special, strong and appreciated.
In the end that helped him come to the realization that Sugar daddy was just a term and if people wanted to call it that, then so be it. He had grown far too fond of Lewis, to let people’s judgment chase him away. Knowing that Lewis didn’t just spoil him only for his attention, believing they had much deeper connection.
A low whistle sounded from behind him, jerking him out of his thoughts. “Damn babe, don’t you look nice.” Eyes sliding appreciative over Max his body, before the man walked over. Circling his arms from behind around Max his waist. “If I’d known you’d look this hot in it, I would have bought you something like it way sooner.”
Feeling rather bemused, Max leaned back against his lover's chest, raising his eyebrow. “For me to wear it without you being there to witness it, you mean?” He found himself teasing.
In the mirror he saw dark eyes sparkle, as Lewis breathed out a laugh. “Good point. Wouldn’t want that now, would we?”
Smiling the Dutchman shook his head. Not about to admit that he wouldn’t have felt confident enough to pull of wearing a shirt like this without Lewis’ comforting reassurance by his side.
“It is that we have dinner reservations, otherwise I would have chosen to stay in. To let myself enjoy slowly stripping you out of these clothes” the older murmured in his ear. Pulling Max even tighter against his muscular chest.
So yeah he still not completely understand what it was Lewis saw in him, but there was no denying in the man’s want for him. And he was loving every minute of it. Whether it was just hanging out together, going on trips together or spending time in bed together.
“Well you’ve got plenty of time to do that after we return.” Wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at the man. With a confidence Lewis had helped built within him.
All but growling, Lewis nibbled on the sensitive skin of Max his neck. “I like the sound of that.”
“Then let’s go.” Stepping out of the man’s arms. Allowing his eyes to travel down the Brit’s own outfit. A what must be designer shirt, with a deep V neck that went down to the man's midriff. Well fitted pants that Max was sure were hugging the man’s ass, making him as handsome as ever. “The sooner we get there, the sooner we can get back.”
Chuckling Lewis grabbed his hand, bringing it up to kiss his knuckles. “I like the way you think darling.” Before lowering their hands and interlacing their fingers. “Lead the way.”