Chapter 240: I hope you didn’t forget
Andrew felt like a naughty schoolboy. The lab coat didn’t help his feelings.
Nor did the fact that as soon as Michael had left, and so had Jenny and Luis, Maxwell had pulled him into a dusty closet nearby to slam their lips against each other. Maxwell had locked the door behind him in the tiny space, before he’d grabbed Andrew’s face and kissed him senseless. Andrew wasn’t exactly going to tell the man he wasn’t allowed to kiss him after what he’d done last night.
"Max, you know we aren’t supposed to be doing this." Andrew got out in between the hasty kisses, Maxwell’s lips barely giving him a chance to breathe, let alone speak. It was as if he was trying to prevent Andrew from thinking.
Too bad he didn’t need his lips to think.
"You aren’t supposed to be feeling me up, or filling me up, but you can kiss me." Maxwell said against Andrew’s lips, his hands on the other man’s waist, covering Andrew’s hands as if he was able to hold him in place. Andrew said nothing, letting the other man feel like he was pinning him in place. Andrew was weak to his seduction no matter what, but given the conversation they had at lunch, he was still feeling a little sensitive, and down.
"But if you keep kissing me, I’m going to have thoughts, and then I might act on those thoughts when we’re alone." Andrew complained, worried, and Maxwell sighed against his lips.
"Andy, Baby, it’ll be-" Andrew stopped him, not letting him placate him this time.
"Max, you aren’t going to fight me if I push it. I know you won’t, and then I’m going to be in trouble with your Doctor, and my own. Sure, we’ll both be satisfied, but I don’t want to get ripped to shreds by Michael again." Andrew’s heavy breathing wasn’t really selling his case. Or, it was, considering Maxwell stopped, his own breaths coming hard and heavy as they were pressed against each other in the crowded storage closet.
This wasn’t the first time Maxwell had chosen this one in particular, but it had been a while since they had used it. Almost three weeks, to be exact.