Max Martin storms into the room, catching Elijah White mid-munch, his slender frame bent over the bed. Elijah's eyes widen in surprise, his smooth, pale skin flushing. Max, with his boyish charm, is visibly upset, his cute features contorted in anger. 'What the fuck, Elijah?' he snaps, his voice cracking. Elijah, trying to maintain his composure, stands up, his hard cock tenting his briefs. 'Max, I can explain...' he starts, but Max cuts him off, his hand rubbing his own bulge, 'No, Elijah, let's talk when you're not so fucking distracted.'