Chapter 137: It isn’t blackmail, it’s a home video
Andrew met Maxwell’s gaze as he lowered his hand, and a shiver went down his spine.
He couldn’t get turned on right now. He was wearing white, and under the blue lights it was fluorescent. Everyone would be able to tell if he was hard, since he hadn’t tucked himself away in the slightest, and Maxwell’s eyes flashed with that knowing.
Knowing without words what Maxwell wanted, Andrew leaned in, kissing Maxwell’s lips as he gripped his hips before slowly dropping to his knees before him. Andrew didn’t take his eyes off of Maxwell’s face even as the noise around them grew riotous.
Maxwell tsked, his lips turning up at the corners.
"Open." Maxwell ordered and Andrew blinked slowly, before opening his mouth. The crowd around them went on even more of a frenzy. Andrew knew he wasn’t going to regret this tomorrow, but he wondered if Maxwell was going to. He had no doubt this was being filmed.
After all, Maxwell’s parents had ordered the photographers to focus on them as well, and they were still here.
Andrew waited patiently on his knees, his hands on Maxwell’s hips and Maxwell stared down at him. Maxwell put his hand in Andrew’s hair, tugging his head back gently and Andrew let him, unable to stop the smirk from forming on his lips before he went back to keeping his mouth open. Maxwell’s gaze was focused, his breathing unsteady.
Slowly, spilling it slightly, Maxwell poured the shot into his mouth. It didn’t help that the shot looked milky, but Andrew didn’t care. Andrew took it all, watching Maxwell’s face the whole time. Maxwell’s face was flushed, his skin covered in glitter. Andrew didn’t know where it had come from, but he didn’t care.
His gelled hair was messy, but in an attractive way. His lips were plump, juicy, and wet as Maxwell licked them. Damn him, he wanted to kiss him so bad. Would Maxwell forgive him if he did right now? In front of everyone?
Andrew held the liquid in his mouth, and Maxwell swallowed. He moved his hand away from his hair, trailing his fingers down and around until they were gently stroking his neck.
"Swallow, Andy." Maxwell whispered, and Andrew did so. Andrew licked his lips, cleaning up any of the mess Maxwell had made and smiled up at him. Maxwell’s face flushed and Andrew glanced around. He noticed a whole tray of the shots. They were something sweet and creamy, clearly an innuendo, and Andrew wanted an excuse to kiss the adorable smaller man.