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Chapter 133: These moodswings are a killer

Chapter 133: These moodswings are a killer

Andrew had a feeling that Maxwell’s admission and condition only played a small role in why he was currently in a foul mood. He was angrily tying his tie while Maxwell watched him with a worried gaze. He knew he shouldn’t be behaving this way, but it was hard for him.

He was doing his best to control his pheromones, his temper, and stopping himself from hauling Maxwell down and out in front of everyone until they found Michael. He was kicking himself for not bringing his phone since if he had, he could have prevented this.

He knew if he brought up why he wanted to use Maxwell’s phone, he probably wouldn’t get it, and with him unable to mask his emotions around Maxwell, there was no way he wasn’t going to ask why Andrew needed his phone.

So, Andrew got dressed angrily, while Maxwell clearly felt like he was walking on eggshells.

In fairness to Maxwell and the whole situation, this was the outfit that Andrew had dreaded the most. Maxwell’s family had a slightly strange tradition that had been passed down on Maxwell’s Father’s side. Maxwell would probably do the same, so it was better for Andrew to wrap his head around it now.

Tradition stated that they were to have three receptions, with the wedding itself attended by everyone at the first reception. The second was for business relations and family if they wanted to attend, but the last reception was for family and friends. With the first two receptions the married couple was to remain in white for the most part, even if they changed their outfits.

It was at the third reception meant for family and friends where the married couple would change out of their wedding garb and into black clothing, while the rest of the reception would change into white. Both men and women.

So, Andrew and Maxwell had to both get into cream suits with cream shirts and cream ties. Andrew hated every second of it. It didn’t help that they weren’t just cream suits. Oh no. The suits had small flower details in a white shimmery fabric so that whenever they moved they came into contrast. Andrew had felt like his father before now, but this moment? He truly felt like he was an imitation of him.

The man never wore anything but cream suits. Sometimes, when Andrew assumed his other suits were dirty, he wore a bright white one.

Maxwell had been excited when his Father had first shown him the suits. It was cute that he’d gotten one for Maxwell and Andrew each. It was the fact that he’d gotten them each one as a matching set that had sold Andrew on the suits as well.

Now though, the suits felt like they were taking too much damn time to get into. He just wanted to get Maxwell to Michael as soon as possible. It was unfortunate that Maxwell wasn’t able to read that that was the reason Andrew was so anxious.

"How are we on time?" Andrew asked stiffly at one point after realising that neither of them had spoken for a long, long time. Maxwell chuckled, adjusting his hair with some of the gel left for him in the bathroom.

"We’re running a little behind, but I’m sure they won’t mind." Maxwell told him, giving him a small smile. Andrew didn’t smile back, adjusting his tie and turning to check himself out in the mirror in the bathroom. God, it was like looking at his father.

"Sounds good." Andrew replied and even if he noticed how awkward Maxwell was, he couldn’t do anything about it. Not until he had Michael look at him. It was too much for him.

Maxwell finished primping himself until he gleamed, and once he had his shoes on, Andrew took his hand in his. Maxwell relaxed, and Andrew sighed.

"I’m sorry. I’m not mad at what you said." Andrew told him and Maxwell flinched.

"You didn’t say you weren’t mad at me." Maxwell replied as he led them down the hall. Andrew stared at the back of Maxwell’s head intently as the smaller man led him towards the next location.

"I won’t lie and say that I’m not mad at you, but it isn’t for the reason you’re probably thinking." Andrew told him. "I promise. I’m not mad about it. I might be...a little upset, but I’m not mad. Really." Maxwell gave his hand a squeeze and didn’t look back at him.

"You mean it?" He asked softly and Andrew stuttered in his steps. Dammit. He’d been so worked up about how Maxwell was doing he’d forgotten about how Maxwell was doing.

"Angel, I wouldn’t lie to you about that. I just...I have a lot on my mind because of it, and I’m in a cream suit." Andrew said and Maxwell didn’t look back at him, but gave his hand another squeeze.

"Does the cream suit have something to do with your father?" Andrew nodded at Maxwell’s soft question. They didn’t pass a soul as they continued down the hallway.

"Yes. He preferred cream, but sometimes wore white, and rarely wore other brightly coloured monstrosities." Andrew told him with clear disdain in his voice. Maxwell’s shoulders shook.

"I see. Tell me how you really feel." Maxwell joked, but it sounded tense. Andrew hated that he’d had something to do with that, but once Maxwell was seen to by Michael, then he would grovel for his behaviour. Until then, he could feel his whole body vibrating with the urge to just pick him up and run to find the man.

"I try." Andrew replied and Maxwell stopped, turning to stare at him. Andrew felt a wave of emotion wash over him as Maxwell’s blue gaze looked him up and down, his expression a little weary.

"I know." He replied softly and Andrew groaned.

He took two steps towards him before releasing his hand and taking Maxwell’s face in his hands. He kissed him aggressively and Maxwell grabbed onto his hands and let Andrew devour his mouth. Andrew didn’t know how long the two of them stood there, trying to soothe each other for a few moments but Andrew pulled away when he heard laughter bubble up nearby.

Panting, Andrew pulled away from Maxwell’s lips, slightly appeased that Maxwell was also short of breath. They both searched each other’s gaze, and Andrew wondered what Maxwell was looking for in his eyes. They were nothing like Maxwell’s, but he was at least happy that Maxwell liked them.

"We should move quickly so that they don’t tease you too much." Andrew muttered and Maxwell’s lips turned up slightly.

"I’m not the one who can’t handle their teasing." He replied and Andrew grumbled.

"I’m only bad at it because I never expect it." Andrew said and Maxwell tightened his grip on his hands.

"More like you just can’t hide your reactions." Andrew watched as Maxwell’s eyes, which had been full of fear and worry, cleared. Thank goodness.

"I never had to." Andrew protested. "This is unfair. Give me a few years, and maybe I’ll be able to handle it." Maxwell snorted, pushing Andrew’s hands away but keeping one in his grip. He raised it to his lips, placing a kiss on the top of Andrew’s hand. Andrew felt his face flush.

"A few years? Baby, you don’t have that kind of time." Maxwell warned and Andrew felt his heart race.

"What? What do you mean?" Andrew asked and Maxwell grinned, mischief in his eyes as he turned and began to tug him down the hallway again. "Maxwell! What do you mean by that?"

Maxwell kept his mouth shut, chuckling to himself until the two finally emerged into the sea of whites and creams and Andrew groaned. He still towered over everyone, so no one would be able to miss him, but it also meant he could scout while Maxwell dragged him towards where his family was.

"Andy! Max! Don’t you two look cute in your matching outfits!" Kim and Jenny were sitting down next to Amir’s grandparents while the Beckett parents sat across from them at a small table set up behind a velvet rope. There were even bodyguards to chase others away. Where this small area was set up was the perfect place to keep an eye on everything and people watch.

It didn’t surprise Andrew at all that they’d made themselves at home, and Mr. Beckett glowed with Kim’s words.

"I selected the fabric myself." He told them proudly, and Maxwell chuckled.

"Well, keep in mind, Andrew hates white the most." Kim winced at Maxwell’s words, picking up a glass before her and she took a sip.

"Well, of course you would. I bet that man wore nothing but white." She sneered, and Amir’s grandmother gave her a sharp look.

"You know this man’s father?" He asked and Kim couldn’t hide her disgust.

"Unfortunately." She replied. Mr. and Mrs. Beckett leaned in.

"Oh, do tell." Mrs. Beckett said, before freezing and glancing at Andrew. Maxwell also glanced at him, but Andrew was busy with something else.

Andrew spotted him then, and Andrew turned the smile on.

"Oh, don’t worry about me. You can speak about it. Max and I have somewhere else we need to be." Andrew bent, scooping Maxwell up in his arms before turning and moving towards the Doctor.

Andrew missed the way that the other’s jaws dropped and the shocked look on everyone’s face as he moved through the crowd. Including Maxwell.

"A-Andrew Knox! Put me down!" Maxwell protested, but Andrew didn’t hear him, or chose not to. Michael, as if sensing him, turned from the conversation he was having and spotted Andrew. His eyes widened as the tall man raced towards him.

Michael, sensing his fate, ended his conversation before grabbing his case and turned to meet Andrew in the middle of the crowd.

"Something’s wrong?" He asked. "Is anyone hurt?" He asked and Andrew gave a nod. Maxwell’s eyes were wide, his ears pink, and he was pissed.

"I am not injured!" He protested and Andrew grit his teeth.

"Something is very wrong, and we should speak somewhere with fewer eyes and ears." He told his friend. Michael nodded, and began to lead the way since Andrew was just the muscle at this point. He was going to get Maxwell help even if the man didn’t want it.