RP: Ben and Max Date: July 7th 2030 Characters: Max and Ben Location: Hawthorne Place Private/Public: Private Rating: TBA Summary: Max Christens his wok
He wasn't quite sure why he was so nervous. Ben had seen him naked for God's sake, more than that he'd been inside him. At least tonight he was fully clothed and not being a wanton little sex fiend. Well not yet anyway. Maybe it was the fact he was stone cold sober. Or maybe it was the cool light of day and his spotlessly clean apartment that was making him jittery. It was too clean, it wasn't natural. But then he didn't want the place to look like a troll lived there.
See this was why he never invited people over for anything other than sex. Too much to think about. Deciding to leave his Quidditch gear stacked in the corner by the tv, he nodded once, thinking at least the place looked lived in with that bit of mess. He turned his attention to the kitchen instead.
He adored his kitchen. He could cook pretty well and he had every type of ingredient you could think of in his store cupboards. It helped that he had been raised to be healthy and most of the time that meant preparing your own food from scratch. Soon enough he had a Chicken stir fry on the go with noodles ready and waiting to be added in the last few minutes. Now all he needed was his cute downstairs neighbour to show up.