Chapter Ten: A Happy Ride Home
Kol
'He says he can see 300 years into the future if he actually made an effort to use his seer gifts properly,' Kol thought, incredulously. 'What a powerful gift. And it doesn't seem like he has the haunted look most other seers possess as a cost to their gifts. A stronger will, perhaps?'
Kol also remembered how the boy seemed to know quite a bit about his family. He obviously seemed to know about his brother's tendency to find loopholes, which Kol applauded his audacity to call it out. Honestly, Kol found Elijah's little habit extraordinarily amusing at the best of times and physically annoying at the worst. It was a subjective matter.
Kol himself also rather liked the boy's tastes in disliking his parents, though. Esther and Mikael are both first the worst. He'd deface their graves if he had the opportunity in this lifetime.
Something that did annoy him was this Kaleb Westphall guy. At first, Kol could ignore his presence, and focus all of his attention on Max, like he's been doing alot recently. Kaleb was a shy person….Or so he thought.
When the bastard got comfortable, ever since Max told him the reason for taking him in, the witchboy had the audacity to try to get in Max's pants!
'I wonder which of my siblings were supposed to possess this guy?' Kol thought, eyeing Kaleb, who was eye-fuckng Max like a whole ocular love baffet, which strangely had Kol wanting to bite the witch boy's head off, jealousy burning alongside possessiveness over Max. 'I want to kill him. I… think I will kill him when Max brings me back from my desiccation.'
Max
Meanwhile, Max, oblivious to the territorial vampire watching over him from the Other Side, was doing his best to focus on the stretch of road ahead of him — but Kaleb's blatant attempts at flirting with him were making it extremely difficult to do.
It probably doesn't help that the bastard is not at all bad-looking, and Max's teenage hormones were just as good at pointing out how good-looking his fellow warlock was.
From the two days of road travel it took them to reach Mystic Falls, Max can say with full authority that the reason Kaleb was such a good vessel for Kol was because they were both mischievously sly and shameless flirts.
Ever since their first conversation the first day on the road, Kaleb has taken to shamelessly flirting with Max, outright and bold. And Max wouldn't have had an issue with it if he didn't find the flirtatious older warlock ungracefully good-looking.
Suffice to say, he did.
There was something magnetic about Kaleb Westphall. He was the kind of beautiful that felt like a problem — tall, lean, and coiled like a secret just waiting to get Max in trouble. He walks like he knows it, too; all lazy grace and quiet arrogance, every step, every move, every action promising something he'll never say out loud. His every brief touch, deliberately seeming accidental, but obviously intentional, causing static to crawl over Max's skin and shiver to run down his spine.
His hair was a mess in that intentional way — tousled brown waves that look like they've been through someone's fingers more than once. When the light hits it, though, it's chestnut and gold, and Max gets this irrational urge to tug it just to see if he'd smirk or groan. Max reckoned he may even moan, and had to resist the urge to find out.
Then there are his eyes — those wicked blue eyes that gleam like he's perpetually always up to mischief, as if he knows your next three steps before even you do, and he's merely enjoying the view. His gaze seems to undress you, like he's already decided how the night ends. That look — the way Max sees the spark of mischief that's always behind his gaze — that flash of a gaze that matches his impish smirk and wordlessly says he's thinking something you shouldn't ask about, but oh so desperately wants to.
'Goddammit,' Max thought as they checked into a motel for the night, watching Kaleb basically eye-fuck him with that annoyingly obnoxious smirk of his. 'I am a sucker for a mischievous face and a devilish smile. This isn't fair!'
His mouth doesn't help at all, either. Soft-looking lips with a natural curve that never quite commits to a full smile, because he knows half of one is far more dangerous — And far more hotter.
Max caught him smirking at him numerous times, and suddenly his pulse has threatened to act up each time. As someone who'd mastered control over the regulation of his own heartbeat, Max was annoyed by the organic's blasted audacity.
When he talks, it's low and smooth, like silk given a seductive form. It wasn't quite as hypnotic as he imagined Kol's voice talking to him, but it still would be able to make him do some messed-up things if he didn't have the level of self-control he had.
Over the course of the two days it took to return home, Max concluded that Kaleb wore his clothes a tad too perfectly — he dressed in dark clothes, most of the time —— Black shirts, maybe a jacket, rolled sleeves, the occasional glint of a chain or a button left undone. It screams 'Fuckboy' but it was still frustratingly attractive.
And Max could swear he did it on purpose, too. Every movement the older teen warlock made was carefully choreographed to draw his attention towards the lean muscle under his clothes, the way his shoulders shifted, the faint line of veins on his forearms when he flexed his hands.
It worked. Max hated that it worked. He knew it should feel wrong, but it felt oh so right it was. 'We're were supposed to be like cousins, aren't we?' Max thought, as Kaleb took off his jacket mid-ride[Wtf was it on to begin with? It's like 80 degrees in the car!], hinting his abs and happy trail below his shirt in the process[The bastard!]. 'Isn't it wrong to desire your cousin? Does that same rule apply to two male cousins who didn't grow up together?'
Max's thoughts were in disarray. And it only served to work him up deeper. Fuck.
Kol
Kol, on the Other Side, was having difficulty deciding if he really wanted to kill this double trouble minx of a warlock for outright flirting with what he saw as his — Or if the thought of having both warlocks at the same time would be a spicy and much more pleasant scenario. And, for a 1,000-year-old Original vampire, the indecision was eating away at him.
Kol Mikaelson was known as the Wily One and The Wildest Mikaelson, because of his ripper persona and tendency for thriving in chaos. He always gave into his impulses, never shying away from having fun or letting his wild side out. Even comparing him to his sibling, he had a certain advantage that neither Nikky, Bekah nor any of his siblings had — He was immensely unpredictable and highly volatile towards his foes.
When someone touches something he believes is his, it never ends well for that someone.
And yet, looking at this new warlock openly flirting with Max, attempting (and seemingly damn near succeeding) to seduce his little witch, he couldn't help but feel a warmth in his gut — one not born of affectionate fondness, but of undeniable lust.
It was different from how he saw Max. He saw Max as a possession with the potential of something more, something greater. This Kaleb, he only wants to fuck in a raw, passionate way, maybe share Max a few times before he kills the boy. But if he managed to get both Max and Kaleb in his clutches, then he wouldn't complain about that, either.
Kol wasn't worried about taste. Max and Kaleb being cousins was nothing to Kol. They were all men — Or near enough, anyway[All were around 17-18 in terms of physical age, with Kol being eternally 18]. Neither could get pregnant by the other. No matter how much Kol would be willing to try.
As he sat in the backseat of the car, on the 2nd day, halfway to Max's house, he saw a scene that only caused his future plans to solidify themselves.
"Mystic Falls, 10 miles away," the sign had said, but Kol wasn't paying it much attention. No, he was watching Kaleb dramatically yawn with his arms, his short sleeve black shirt's sleeve pulling back just enough to tease the hilt in the pit of his arm—something that evidently peaked Max's interest, as even while driving, he was side-eyeing it, face blushing beautifully.
Kaleb smirked, resting his hand on the middle area between their two seats, before inching its way up Max's leg and into the sweats of his pants, passed the drawls and grasping around what Kol can only assume to be the shaft of his groin.
"Ugh…," Max groaned, as Kaleb began jacking Max off, the wetting sound of hand sliding up and down flesh making even kol hard in his breeches. "K-Kaleb…We shouldn't—-Aghh!"
Kaleb smirking, changed the angle of his stroke, causing Max to gasp and moan, eyes closing briefly and causing the car to swerve slightly, nearly changing over to the next lane entirely. Thankfully, the road was empty. "That doesn't sound like you want me to stop…," Kaleb murmured, his voice like smooth silk flowing through hand.
'Bloody Hell, this boy is way too similar to me, personality wise. No wonder his coven exiled him,' Kol thought, laughing his wily, dark laughter. He could help but approve this boy's ability to wank Max in such a way.
"I-It's not… We're c-c-cousins, Kaleb," Max tried, but Kaleb just kept jerking, changing to a new angle yet again, causing Max to groan, eyes closing again, more than likely seeing stars. "Gods, you're going to get us kill, Kal."
In response, Max himself was a wreck, doing his best to maintain his focus on the road while his naughty naughty cousin was wanking him off from the passenger seat. Hell, even Kol was impressed by the boy's audacity, and would love to try his hand at distracting Max on the road. He wouldn't ever get Max killed, but he'll not let Max know that.
"Then we better not die, then Maxie," Kaleb grinned a mischevious grin, still jerking Max's shaft. "And I do love it when you cry on my name. Say it, Max. Say my name."
Max, attempting to resist, groaned out again, as Kaleb changed the direction twice over, hand gripping his shaft even firmer than before. Max felt like he was going to explode from this much pleasure, Kol had no doubt. And he wanted to see how Max looked when he did.
"Say it, Max," Kaleb ordered, twisting and pulling his firm grip on Max's shaft at the pronunciation of each word. "Say. My. Namee!"
Max attempted to pull over, but Kaleb wasn't having it. He bent his neck, and devoured Max's length whole with an impressive suction force.
"OH, GOD! KALEB! I'm gonna——," Max tried to moaned out in the most heavenly voice Kol had ever heard. The only thing that would make it transcend such a voice would be that voice saying his name. And the best part? Kaleb didn't even try to get off his popsicle stick. As Max shot thick, creamy, warm ropes of juices deep into the back of Kaleb's throat, the boy merely gobbled it all up, swallowing the entire load like he was drinking milk. Kol felt an urge to grab his head and experience that mouth himself, god dammit!
Max's head dragged back to the seat, as he pulled up. His eyes were lidded shut, almost closed, but definitely pleased. Kol knew, deep down, Max had had a heavenly time, because Kol had had one just merely watching.