Chapter 316: Asking for help
Andrew was humming to himself as he watched the garage door close behind him. The car was turned off, he grabbed the bag from the passenger seat, and he was just opening the car door when the door to the house swung open.
In the doorway was his stunning, gorgeous, most handsomest man he’d ever laid eyes on. His boyfriend. The man he wanted to marry.
Maxwell was wearing a soft-looking baggy black knit sweater over an equally soft looking shirt. The bagginess of the sweater meant that the collar he was wearing was in full display. All of its gems and velvet.
It was the one he’d worn during Andrew’s rut. Andrew felt his cock harden instantly.
His pants were wide pieces of dark fabric, covering his legs. He looked like a damn model as he leaned against the doorway, his arms crossed as he watched Andrew step out of the car. He didn’t look upset in the slightest, or even angry. In fact, he just looked happy to see him.
"How did it go?" He asked and Andrew could feel as his gaze darted towards the bag, his eyebrows moved up slightly, and his lips curled even more. He was pleased, and he knew that the man already had an idea of what Andrew had been up to today. That was okay. While Andrew did want some privacy, he didn’t want Maxwell thinking that he was running around on him.
"I think...it went well." Andrew started, closing the door behind him. Maxwell opened his arms as Andrew got closer and there was no way Andrew could turn the man down. He wrapped his arms around him, lifting him up in his arms and Maxwell wrapped his legs around his waist. He held onto him, breathing in his scent as Andrew entered into the house, closing the door behind him.
He then went over to where they took off their shoes, kicking them off before heading for the couch. Maxwell was ordering a whole new set for the new house. It was going to take a while for it to get there, so he was sad that he had to take this stuff with him. Andrew didn’t start the argument with him about it, especially when Maxwell said it reminded him of his single life.
What idiot would argue about that? Don’t take the furniture that reminds you of being single. He wasn’t going to make the man keep it, especially when Maxwell was intent on selling it.