Chapter 50: That’s...certainly a first lesson
Andrew sat on the couch in the living room, anxiously bouncing his leg, He was waiting.
For who?
For Michael to arrive.
Last night, Maxwell hadn’t agreed with anything Andrew had said, and after crawling into his lap and kissing him senseless until he was gasping for air and hard as a rock. Maxwell had simply smiled, put the brochure in his hands, gave his cheek a slap, and off he went. Andrew was sure he’d shaken his hips as he left, leaving Andrew a mess. It had taken him a full ten minutes to calm down before he’d been able to focus on the words on the page.
He had managed to read more than one last night, but his head was still swimming from all the information he was supposed to process. And he knew Michael would expect the world from him. He couldn’t blame him. Andrew expected the world from himself as well.
So, he’d done his best, and had even gone to bed before Maxwell. Was it a way he could be angry at Maxwell? Yes. Did he tell Maxwell that he was going to bed early? No, but he’d made a lot of noise as he had gone to bed, making it obvious what he was doing.
When he’d woken up, Andrew had found Maxwell sleeping in one of Andrew’s shirts, curled up on his side and against Andrew’s back. Andrew knew he was never going to win an argument against the man. It was better for him to find out now, then later. He could plan for it better now.
Andrew was going to have to be sneaky if he was angry from now on. Like making his food too salty or something. Not enough to harm him, but enough to annoy him.
Andrew had then made breakfast, and set about trying to remain normal and get the normal tasks he would get done in a day knowing that Michael was going to be coming over. He had no idea when he would, so he wasn’t able to get his normal baking in because he didn’t want to be interrupted. It was actually smart of him not to.