Chapter 33: Getting to know you (suggestive)
Andrew didn’t know how he ended up on the bed, but he wasn’t asking too many questions. Not when he had a Maxwell, a willing and warm Maxwell on top of him. The man was licking his lips as he looked over Andrew, pulling his tie off in a quick, practised movement that had Andrew so hard he felt like a teenager again.
"A-Are we going to sleep together?" Andrew asked tentatively, and Maxwell’s smile in response made Andrew feel like he knew nothing.
"I certainly don’t plan to sleep. Do you?" Andrew shook his head quickly, and Maxwell chuckled. "You were talking so big before, Andy. What happened? Did you get scared?" Andrew shook his head again, swallowing as Maxwell pushed him onto his back and crawled onto his lap. He settled, rocking his hips until Andrew groaned and Maxwell grinned.
"I didn’t get scared. You took my thoughts away." Andrew protested, and Maxwell’s eyes widened, before they softened and he leaned forward. He pressed his lips against Andrew’s in a soft peck. Andrew was panting when he pulled away. His hands were clenched on the sheets of the bed, afraid of what he would do if he put his hands on Maxwell.
It was clear that Maxwell knew exactly how much he affected the man below him, from the smug grin on his face as he slowly unbuttoned his suit jacket on top of him. Andrew couldn’t take his eyes off of him, and Maxwell watched as Andrew swallowed thickly, his fingers flexing on the sheets.
"You don’t want to touch me?" Maxwell asked, and Andrew’s gaze shot to his face. Maxwell was trying to look and sound innocent, but Andrew knew that wasn’t anywhere near the truth. He glared at him, and Maxwell tossed his head back and laughed. "What? Why are you so upset? You were upset when I suggested punishing you by not allowing you to touch me, and now you’re upset that I’m going to let you do so. What do you want, Andy?" Andrew was at a loss for words. Maxwell was calling him Andy?
Fuck. He was so fucked.
"I-I just want to not hurt you." Andrew told him, and Maxwell’s grin reminded him of a cat who’d gotten the cream. The smaller men bent forward, his lips barely touching Andrew’s as he spoke.
"Andy Baby, I want you to do whatever you want to me. But with a condom on. It’s too soon for me to get pregnant." Andrew’s head swam with the implications of Maxwell’s words. He gulped.