Chapter 353: A quickie? Maxwell!
"How do I look?" Andrew asked, nervous, as he turned to face Maxwell. Thomas and Luis had outdone themselves. They already had supplied all of Andrew’s clothes, with the help of Maxwell, and now they were doing this.
Andrew and Maxwell were in a couple’s outfit.
It wasn’t very obvious at first, until you looked closer. Andrew had a dark, almost black red suit on, with a shimmery, sheer dress shirt underneath, a vest that was in the same shade but a little more structured, and a tie in a complimentary red tone. It made Andrew a little uncomfortable, but it was almost so dark that no one could tell it was a red suit.
Conversely, Maxwell was in a suit that looked sheer and sparkly, with a dark, almost black red dress shirt and a vest that complimented it. He had a tie that was sparkly, and thin, and made the man’s dark hair stand out against his pale skin. His blue eyes also popped, and since he had his hair styled to perfection, Andrew just wanted to smother the man in kisses.
Maxwell’s eyes were wide as he scanned his partner, and Andrew watched as the man swallowed and a tentative finger of pheromones reached out to him before Maxwell actually did it.
Maxwell stepped closer to Andrew, choking the man on his pheromones as Andrew’s cock grew unbearably hard in his pants. The man’s touch was careful, gentle, pretending to brush out a wrinkle on Andrew’s jacket that he couldn’t see. Andrew wanted to touch him, especially as Maxwell looked up at him with that look in his eyes.
"Dr. Andrew Knox." Maxwell began. "If I don’t see your cock by the end of the night, I’m going to get very cross with you." Andrew nodded rapidly, in full agreement. The sweetest, prettiest smile crossed Maxwell’s expression and he stood on his toes, pressing a kiss against Andrew’s lips. "I’m glad we are in agreement. Feel free to pull me aside whenever you want to complete that mission." Maxwell was going to make them late.
"Max, we still have to sit in a car with Richard." Andrew breathed and Maxwell chuckled.
"We could take a separate car." He suggested, and Andrew groaned. He raised his head up, taking his eyes away from the tempting man to stare up at the blank, white ceiling. He needed to get himself under control.
"Angel, we are about to meet some people who your family consider important. I do not want to be thinking about how much I want to have my tongue deeper inside of you." Andrew told him, barely able to control himself. Maxwell’s soft chuckle only made it worse.