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Chapter 137: It isn’t blackmail, it’s a home video

Chapter 137: It isn’t blackmail, it’s a home video

Andrew met Maxwell’s gaze as he lowered his hand, and a shiver went down his spine.

He couldn’t get turned on right now. He was wearing white, and under the blue lights it was fluorescent. Everyone would be able to tell if he was hard, since he hadn’t tucked himself away in the slightest, and Maxwell’s eyes flashed with that knowing.

Knowing without words what Maxwell wanted, Andrew leaned in, kissing Maxwell’s lips as he gripped his hips before slowly dropping to his knees before him. Andrew didn’t take his eyes off of Maxwell’s face even as the noise around them grew riotous.

Maxwell tsked, his lips turning up at the corners.

"Open." Maxwell ordered and Andrew blinked slowly, before opening his mouth. The crowd around them went on even more of a frenzy. Andrew knew he wasn’t going to regret this tomorrow, but he wondered if Maxwell was going to. He had no doubt this was being filmed.

After all, Maxwell’s parents had ordered the photographers to focus on them as well, and they were still here.

Andrew waited patiently on his knees, his hands on Maxwell’s hips and Maxwell stared down at him. Maxwell put his hand in Andrew’s hair, tugging his head back gently and Andrew let him, unable to stop the smirk from forming on his lips before he went back to keeping his mouth open. Maxwell’s gaze was focused, his breathing unsteady.

Slowly, spilling it slightly, Maxwell poured the shot into his mouth. It didn’t help that the shot looked milky, but Andrew didn’t care. Andrew took it all, watching Maxwell’s face the whole time. Maxwell’s face was flushed, his skin covered in glitter. Andrew didn’t know where it had come from, but he didn’t care.

His gelled hair was messy, but in an attractive way. His lips were plump, juicy, and wet as Maxwell licked them. Damn him, he wanted to kiss him so bad. Would Maxwell forgive him if he did right now? In front of everyone?

Andrew held the liquid in his mouth, and Maxwell swallowed. He moved his hand away from his hair, trailing his fingers down and around until they were gently stroking his neck.

"Swallow, Andy." Maxwell whispered, and Andrew did so. Andrew licked his lips, cleaning up any of the mess Maxwell had made and smiled up at him. Maxwell’s face flushed and Andrew glanced around. He noticed a whole tray of the shots. They were something sweet and creamy, clearly an innuendo, and Andrew wanted an excuse to kiss the adorable smaller man.

"Your turn." Andrew told him, and that made everyone riot even more. Maxwell frowned.

"I am not getting on my knees right now." He protested a little bit too loudly for his own good and Andrew laughed. Andrew got to his feet, reaching for the tray and held the shot in his hand. He smiled down at him and his shoulders still shaking from his laughter.

"I don’t want you to." Andrew told him. Maxwell’s confusion didn’t last long as Andrew poured the shot into his mouth and grabbed Maxwell quickly. Pulling him into a deep, tongue-filled kiss that had the crowd losing their minds. Andrew didn’t care about them, instead listening to the small cues from the man below him.

Maxwell’s fingers dug deeply into Andrew’s hair, holding him against Andrew’s lips tightly. He kissed him back deeply, and Andrew caught the man when he jumped into his arms. Andrew held him tightly, his heart racing in his chest as Maxwell clung to him, kissing him aggressively, dangerously with so many witnesses.

Andrew could feel his cock hardening in his pants, and Maxwell pulled away from the kiss long enough to give him a pleased, male look that had Andrew nearly swallowing his tongue.

Maxwell kissed him again, no shot as an excuse and Andrew knew that they were a few minutes from an accident that Maxwell would never want. Andrew was the one who broke the kiss, practically holding Maxwell off of him as he tried to catch his breath and calm down. He caught Amir’s gaze and Amir’s cheeks were flushed, but gave him a thumbs up.

That was all Andrew needed.

He spun, taking him and Maxwell away from the party, away from the fun. Others teased him as he passed, but Andrew was on a mission, and a time limit.

Andrew’s blood was thick as it pumped through his veins. Maxwell might have stopped kissing his lips, but that was it. He was rolling his hips, rubbing their cocks against each other through the fabric, and was kissing and nibbling on Andrew’s neck. His hands gripped onto Andrew’s back, claws that clearly wanted every scrap of clothing off of his body.

Andrew was in a daze, unsure of where he was going until he realised he was following Maxwell’s pheromone trail back to their rooms. It wasn’t he’d ever noticed he’d done before, but at this moment, he was thankful for it. He didn’t think he wanted anyone else to see Maxwell this way.

This was for his eyes only.

Andrew only knew for sure that they were at their rooms proper when Andrew opened the door and found their clothes strewn about the room from their previous moment. Andrew’s cheeks flushed, but he had bigger fish to fry.

"Maxy, do you know who I am?" Andrew asked softly, urgently, and Maxwell chuckled.

"Who are you? You’re mine." Andrew swallowed. That was adorable, but didn’t answer his question.

"Yes, I am, but who am I?" Andrew asked and Maxwell grumbled as he was distracted from his work.

"Why are you asking? You’re mine. You’re Andy." Andrew let out a relieved breath.

"Yes, I am Andy. Do you know where we are?" He asked and Maxwell grumbled some more.

"We’re at my brother’s wedding." He replied and Andrew was glad that he was more sober than he appeared. He was not comfortable doing anything with a man who wasn’t at least aware of their surroundings. Even if he knew he had permission previously, he never wanted Maxwell to think that Andrew took advantage of him. It would break his heart.

Andrew kicked off his shoes, reaching behind him to lock the door behind him before he headed for the bed.

"Very good. We are there. We’re also in our room. Can you let go of me so I can take off your shoes?" Andrew asked and was surprised when Maxwell released him easily and sat calmly on the bed as Andrew untied his shoes.

"Are we going to have sex?" Maxwell asked, all excited and Andrew paused, looking up at the man. His face was flushed, his eyes slightly dazed, and he was swaying slightly as he sat still.

"Do you want to have sex?" Andrew asked and Maxwell nodded. As soon as Andrew popped off his shoes, Maxwell scrambled off the bed and headed for their suitcases. They had packed on each, since the outfits took up so much space, and Andrew waited as Maxwell rifled around in his.

He eventually stood up and turned, a proud smile on his face. He held out his hands to Andrew, and in his hands was a black silk bag.

"I even brought this because I remembered that the beds here were four posters!" He declared happily and Andrew swallowed. What the hell was in the bag?

Worried, and also curious, Andrew held out his hand for the bag and Maxwell trotted over. It was adorable, and Andrew itched to take a video of him like this right now. For his personal use.

He had no doubt that everything was going to be deleted once Maxwell remembered his behaviour and bribed the others. Threatened was more likely, but at the same time...

Andrew took the bag from Maxwell who sat down excitedly next to him. Andrew got up almost immediately, and felt Maxwell grab at his arm.

"Hey! Where are you going?" He demanded and Andrew chuckled.

"I’m just grabbing my phone. I’ll be right back." Andrew promised.

"Don’t open the bag without me!" Maxwell warned, and Andrew laughed.

"I wouldn’t dream of it." Andrew told him and glanced back at Maxwell. He was in his pretty vest, his white pants, and he had his arms crossed. He was actively pouting, and with his flushed cheeks and bright eyes, he looked like a little cherub. He was so fucking cute. Andrew wanted to give him a squeeze.

Andrew hurried to find his phone, and was already pulling up the video function before he even got back to him. Andrew held up the phone, recording right away as he pointed the phone at Maxwell.

"Maxy, how are you feeling?" Andrew asked and Maxwell was still pouting.

"Neglected. You ran away as soon as I came over." He was pouting and it was so freaking cute. Andrew chuckled, flipping the camera as he came over so that he could record him pressing a kiss against those adorably flushed cheeks.

"I’m sorry Angel. I’m back now." Andrew told him and Maxwell relaxed. "Did you have fun tonight?" Andrew asked, flipping the camera around again so he could watch Maxwell. He nodded, his eyes bright.

"Yup. It was very fun. Amir can’t drink, but he did his best." He looked a little guilty. "Don’t tell anyone, but he did have to go throw up. We aren’t supposed to tell Ben." Andrew had to cover his mouth to hold in his laughter.

"Oh, I won’t tell Ben." Maxwell grinned at him widely.

"I know you won’t. You’re a good guy." Andrew melted.

"Am I a good guy?" He asked and Maxwell nodded his head.

"You are. You are such a good guy."

"Do you like me?" Andrew asked, teasing him and Maxwell nodded.

"I do! I love Andrew!" He raised his hands up above his head. A wide, happy grin on his face and Andrew’s heart nearly stopped. They hadn’t brought up the L word yet, but damn it, here this man was, sloshed and he wasn’t even going to remember this probably!

Thank god he got it on film.

He was going to need to make several back up copies.

"I love you too." Andrew told him easily and Maxwell melted.

"Do you? Give me a kiss." It was an easy thing to do, and Maxwell kissed him just as deeply. The small happy sigh he let out when Andrew pulled away? Fuck. He was so damn happy.

"Are you going to remember this tomorrow?" Andrew asked, already knowing the answer. Maxwell seemed to know as well as he gave a big, goofy, unlike Maxwell smile.

"Nope!" Andrew turned off the camera, happy with his results, and put the phone on the bedside table. Now it was time to find out what Maxwell had wanted to show him.

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