Chapter 302: Sleeping beauty wakes up
Richard almost made it the whole night without waking up. Andrew got the panicked, relieved call from Ford around 5 am. Richard had opened his eyes, asked what time it was, and then had gone back to sleep.
That meant nothing. If Richard’s sleeping habits were anything like when they were younger, he’d be up again within a half an hour. Andrew scrambled, waking Maxwell up and letting him know that Richard was awake. Maxwell, bleary-eyed watched as Andrew shoved his glasses on and rushed to get dressed.
Maxwell followed him, still half asleep, going through the motions of getting dressed while he was still trying to wake up. He looked like he was moving in slow motion while Andrew felt a sense of urgency burning under his skin. He tried his best not to rush the other man, but Maxwell could sense it, and with a chuckle and smile, he slid on one of Andrew’s sweaters, drowning Maxwell in fabric before he tucked it into his pants.
"This’ll do. Come on Baby, let’s get you to the company." Maxwell murmured, his voice still deep with sleep as he yawned. He took Andrew’s hand in his own, Andrew fully dressed, and pulled him towards the door.
Andrew couldn’t put his feelings into words, so instead he helped him pull on his shoes and winter coat before he rushed to the garage and opened the door for Maxwell. Maxwell had his hand on Andrew’s thigh, his head leaning against his hand as Andrew tore out of their house and towards the company.
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Maxwell was like a sleepy companion as he held onto Andrew’s hand, being led around his own company in the early hours of the morning. Andrew felt like he was going to lose his mind, but Maxwell’s calm, if somewhat sleepy presence was helping him remain level headed.
Any time he felt like he was slipping with his pheromones, Maxwell would just quietly remind him. Had been doing so quite a bit in the car ride, and in the elevator ride down to where Richard was being held.
Andrew was jittery, anxious, and Maxwell? He was leaning against Andrew, his man, holding onto his arm as he tried to keep himself awake. Andrew knew this wasn’t an insult to Richard in any sense.
Maxwell had kept them up quite late the night before with his...desires, so it completely made sense to Andrew that he was so exhausted. Andrew couldn’t focus on the fact that he was also wearing his sweater, practically declaring to everyone that he belonged to Andrew. Er, was tied to Andrew.
Maxwell didn’t belong to anyone.