Chapter 351: Breakfast and a show
Andrew’s eyes were swollen when he got up in the morning. So swollen that when Richard came downstairs after a night of drinking with Maxwell, his head in his hands, he burst out into laughter.
Andrew didn’t appreciate it, but he still slid the man his juice for breakfast and gave him a middle finger as well. Richard just grinned, shaking his head as he accepted the drink.
"Mind your own damn business." Andrew warned. "Or no fresh pastries." He threatened and Richard couldn’t stop his lips from curling up, but he held his hands up in defeat, clearly showing he was no threat. Andrew nodded, before sliding him a plate of food, and Richard smirked.
"So...did Maxwell make a fool out of you last night or something after I went to bed?" Richard asked after a long moment of silence. Andrew gave him another middle finger and Richard smiled down at his food.
"He didn’t make a fool out of me. I’m already a fool for him. That’s too easy." Andrew told the other man and Richard’s face turned up in disgust.
"Oh gross. Yuck. I didn’t need to know that." He said, poking at the food on his plate. Andrew was pretty sure the only reason he wasn’t eating like a starved animal was because of the hangover. Normally Richard couldn’t stop eating Andrew’s food.
"Well, don’t say shit like that and expect me to not play you in response." Andrew told him and Richard curled his top lip up, clearly displeased, before he took a bite of his food. Andrew was just working away, getting Maxwell’s food ready as well. He was planning to bring it to him in bed, waking up his sleeping beauty with a few kisses and some tea to help his hungover mind.
Andrew was lost in a few dreamy thoughts about Maxwell, his lover, when he heard Richard inhale sharply.
Andrew was turning on a dime, bracing for anything and everything, when he met Richard watching him, his cheeks warm.
"Oh, that’s fucking disgusting and weird." Richard said and Andrew blinked.