Chapter 384: Pretty snowflakes (suggestive)
Dinner took no time at all, and unlike what they had originally planned, the two men didn’t end up having a quickie in the house. Even after Thomas gave them the go ahead.
They ended up doing it in the car on the way home.
Andrew, who hadn’t drunk for safety reasons, took them on a nice little drive home as it had started to snow around dinner time and had continued into the night. Andrew asked Maxwell before he decided to go on a drive if Maxwell wanted to, and he was all for it.
He was excited to drive around the city, watching the snowflakes pass by the bright lights, the festive decorations, everything. Andrew was glad that he had Maxwell at his side during this time, grateful that the man that he loved was so sweet and pretty.
Maxwell asked Andrew to go towards a park that his grandmother had owned, and when security pulled them over, they easily waved Maxwell and Andrew through after confirming his identity.
It was sweet that they could have a private little moment, and even though they didn’t get out of the car because it was so damn cold, they did get into the backseat so that they could cuddle and look up through the sunroof. Or the moonroof, given the time of the night they were here.
"Thank you for coming into my life." Andrew murmured, Maxwell’s head tucked under his own, his smaller arms wrapped around his chest as Andrew enfolded him in his arms from above. Maxwell let out a soft sigh.
"You’re the one who made the first move." Maxwell protested. "How the hell would I even know who you are if you hadn’t brought that casserole?" Maxwell muttered, and Andrew felt his lips curl up. He was right.
"Yeah, but if you hadn’t come and asked for my help, we wouldn’t be here." Andrew protested. Maxwell remained silent for a moment before he grumbled.
"...No. I would have found some way to reach out to you." He muttered quietly and Andrew blinked, the first time he’d heard this.
"What?" Andrew asked, confused, and Maxwell grumbled.
"I was always watching you with my eyes." Maxwell admitted quietly. "I couldn’t take my eyes off of you. I would find myself going up to the upper levels of my house to catch a glimpse of you. The fucking stalker was just an excuse. I would have caved eventually. You were on my mind the whole time after you stopped by the casserole. Didn’t help that it was damn delicious."
Well well well. What an admission. Andrew felt like he couldn’t pick his jaw up off the floor. Maxwell had liked him that much? Maxwell Beckett?
"Gosh, I didn’t realise I was your type that much." Andrew muttered, more to himself than to Maxwell. Maxwell shifted in his arms, tilting his head back to glare at him.
"Why? You’re attractive, strong, and kind. Plus, you walked around topless a lot and had a great ass." Andrew really couldn’t pick his jaw up, nor could he prevent the way his mouth was turning up in pure joy. He’d just been living his life, but Maxwell had been stewing because Andrew had been so attractive to him.
Andrew bent, peppering the other man’s face with kisses, that slowly led to something more serious. Maxwell pushed Andrew back, flipping him over so that Maxwell could crawl into his lap and take the lead.
Maxwell’s gaze was narrowed, his expression flushed from liquor and arousal as he stared down at the other man. Framed by the snowflakes hitting the window above him, and the streetlights, the man looked truly enticing.
Andrew’s throat worked as he swallowed, his breath shaky as he stared up at the man.
"Beautiful." He thought that he had spoken, and was surprised to find out it was Maxwell.
"What? No. That’s you." Andrew quickly protested and watched as Maxwell’s own throat worked, his breath coming ragged as he stroked his hand across Andrew’s neck. His fingers were soft, intentional, and Andrew angled his head back slightly to give him more skin to touch.
"You’re a damn work of art." Maxwell told him softly. "So sexy. So handsome. I just want to hide you away so that no one else can see you. My Andrew. My Andy. Mine." Maxwell’s voice floated around the car interior, filling it up as Maxwell’s pheromones came into play. Andrew’s breathing grew harder, more ragged as he was choked by the thick desire coming off of Maxwell.
"I wouldn’t really like that, Maxy. I like working." Andrew told him and Maxwell let out a soft, reluctant sound.
"I know, which is why I’m saying it instead of doing it." Maxwell told him and Andrew laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation.
"This is also a two way street, you know that, right?" Andrew warned softly, and watched as a predatory smile crossed the pretty, pretty face of the man sitting in his lap. Andrew winced as Maxwell ground his ass against Andrew’s hard cock, something that they had both been avoiding bringing up until this point.
"A two way street? Andy, you’re too much of a good man to tie me up and lock me away. You respect me too much to do anything I wouldn’t want you to do." Maxwell was so sure, so cocky that Andrew swallowed whatever protest he had.
Maxwell was right. He cared about Maxwell too much to do something that he didn’t want him to do. At the same time...
"You don’t seem to be too opposed to being tied up, Max. You kind of sound like you’re protesting the being locked up part." Andrew told him, watching as Maxwell blinked, his blue eyes growing a little dazed before he narrowed his gaze.
"You wouldn’t consider tying me up. I doubt you even know how." Maxwell told him and Andrew felt his own eyes widen, before he let out a soft chuckle. Andrew watched as Maxwell shifted nervously in his lap at the sound.
"Oh? Are you wanting to test that, Maxy? Do you think I really didn’t try bdsm when I was abroad?" Maxwell shook his head quickly.
"Uh, nope. I believe that you did. You’ve already given me a lecture on that kind of stuff, remember?" Maxwell reminded him, and Andrew just smiled.
"I don’t think I gave you a lecture, Angel, I just pointed out a few flaws and suggested some things that you would maybe like. Being tied up? That sounds exactly like something a CEO would be into. People who are often in charge like to not be in charge in the bedroom. At least sometimes." Andrew suggested, his hands sliding down to grip Maxwell’s ass with firm fingers.
Maxwell jerked as Andrew dragged the man closer, rubbing against him. Maxwell shuddered, and with the light as bright as it was, Andrew could see his eyelids flutter close as he enjoyed the sensation.
"Now, how is my little cum slut, hmm? How did it feel to be around your family full of cum?" Andrew asked and watched as Maxwell shuddered. Maxwell dropped his head, pressing his forehead against Andrew’s shoulder.
"Fuck. It is always going to affect me when you speak to me like that." Maxwell’s breath was hot against Andrew’s clothes. "It was...fuck. I had to go jerk off after speaking to Richard. I felt so..." Maxwell let out a soft moan. "God. I think that was the best gift I received this Christmas." Andrew let out a huff of laughter, pressing his fingers against Maxwell’s ass, feeling the damp heat there.
"Are you sure? You haven’t tried out your other gift yet." Andrew whispered against Maxwell’s throat, pressing an openmouthed kiss against the skin there. Maxwell’s whole body shook as Andrew continued to play with his ass through his pants.
"Fuck. Don’t tease me. Just touch it directly." Maxwell swore, and Andrew chuckled.
"You would have to move for me to do that." Andrew told him and Maxwell grumbled, pulling back just enough to undo his belt. The sound of the metal clinking filled the air, along with their panting breaths. Maxwell, unable to hold himself back, leaned in again and kissed Andrew deeply, wetly, not giving the man a moment to hesitate.
Andrew’s fingers took over Maxwell’s as the man raised up his hips to help him. Maxwell’s hands were firm on Andrew’s shoulders, his grip almost bruising as he used it to stabilize himself.
Maxwell moaned into the kiss as Andrew slipped his hands below the waistband of the other man’s pants, touching the sensitive skin there. Andrew’s hands were practised, experienced as they slipped Maxwell’s pants further down his body, and then shifted the other man so that he could get one leg free. Maxwell let Andrew bend him and shift him until Maxwell was partially undressed, his cock out, and a dazed, sexy look on his face.
"Well? Are you going to touch me?" Maxwell demanded against Andrew’s lips and Andrew shivered.
"I will. Just...give me a second." Andrew muttered, kissing Maxwell deeply for a second before he shifted, moving to the door behind the driver’s side. Where Andrew had hidden a small baggy full of the same tools that Andrew had used on Maxwell only this morning.
Andrew watched as Maxwell’s eyes widened in surprise and his cock bobbed in excitement.
"Are you fucking serious?" Maxwell whispered as Andrew leaned in to kiss his throat, his teeth hooking around the collar on his neck. Maxwell shuddered. "You’re so fucking bad, Andy." Maxwell told him and Andrew chuckled.
"I just want to please you, and you’re into cum play right now. Don’t worry, I made sure to take it into the house so it’s not too cold." Andrew told him warmly, and Maxwell blinked, staring at him before he just shook his head.
"You’re a menace. No one noticed?" Maxwell asked and Andrew hesitated.
He was fairly certain that Thomas hadn’t noticed exactly, but he did know something was up.
"Uh, I’m not sure." Andrew admitted softly. "I don’t think so, but who am I to say? No one said anything about it specifically." Andrew told him and Maxwell narrowed his gaze.
"Who was it? Amir?" He asked and Andrew just smiled. He had a feeling he would be embarrassed if he told him that it was his own father, and thankfully Maxwell took the smile at face value.
"It doesn’t matter right now, does it? So, do you want me to fill you up with more cum, Maxy?" Andrew asked. "Out in the car, where others could find us?" Andrew was getting worked up himself just thinking about it.
He watched Maxwell as his chest rose and fell quickly, rapidly, before Maxwell licked his lips.
"Lock the doors." He ordered and Andrew grinned.
"Absolutely, Angel."