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Chapter 169: Andrew’s hungry for dessert (suggestive)

Chapter 169: Andrew’s hungry for dessert (suggestive)

Andrew was happily finishing up making their lunches for tomorrow, along with Mr. Newman’s, when Maxwell came back. He looked a little calmer, more composed, and Andrew was glad that his time outside had helped him. He didn’t like that he smoked, but he wasn’t going to force him to change anything.

Andrew loved Maxwell the way he was, faults and all.

He watched Maxwell pass the doorway of the kitchen, heading towards the closet by the doorway to put Andrew’s jacket away. Andrew chuckled to himself, watching the man move. He had a rather serious expression on his face, and Andrew wondered what he’d been thinking about so hard outside.

It had to have something to do with what they had spoken about over dinner, but he was curious where his thoughts had ended up. Andrew knew he’d probably hear what he’d come up with. Maxwell did keep some things to himself, but he was usually quite open with Andrew.

Chuckling, Andrew was putting the finishing touches on the three lunches when he heard Maxwell make a noise from the doorway. When he glanced up, Maxwell was staring at him while leaning against the doorway. His arms were crossed, a frown on his face as he looked over the boxes. Andrew didn’t have to wait long to figure out what had him in a bad mood.

"Why are you so insistent on making Mr. Newman a lunch?" Andrew laughed at the way that Maxwell wasn’t even hiding his jealousy.

"Why are you so upset about Mr. Newman? You know I only have you in my eyes." Andrew told him, smiling down at the lunches as he began to close them. Maxwell grumbled, pushing off the wall and coming into the kitchen proper.

"Because he’s from as good of a family as me, he’s small, cute, and clearly, good at his job. How is he not similar to me?" Maxwell muttered and Andrew laughed. Maxwell approached him, wrapping his arms around Andrew’s waist, his hands sliding up until they rested on Andrew’s chest. He was handsy when no one else was around. It was cute trait.

"But he’s not CEO, now is he? Nor is he my Maxy. He’s Mr. Newman." Maxwell grumbled, his grip tightening on Andrew.

"I was Mr. Beckett once to you too." He was being adorable, and Andrew had to hold in the urge to smother him with kisses.

"Maxy, you were barely Mr. Beckett to me. It feels weird to even consider it. You were pretty much always Max, or Maxy when I was teasing you." Maxwell gasped.

"So you admit! You were teasing me when you called me Maxy before!" Andrew laughed.

"Of course I was. Your reactions were so cut-hmm." Andrew paused. "Maybe I always thought you were cute?" He pondered, before patting Maxwell’s hands on his body. "I have to put these in the fridge. Follow me?" Andrew asked and Maxwell waddled behind him, his grip firm as Andrew carried the lunches and placed them in the fridge.

Andrew was sure he looked adorable as he waddled. He really wanted to see.

He glanced over his shoulder, but Maxwell wasn’t looking up at him. Instead he was looking around Andrew and into the fridge. Andrew felt a slightly mischievous grin cross his face.

Maybe...he could convince Maxwell to have dessert?

"Hey, Maxy. You never got to dry that sundae I wanted to make for after dinner. Did you want it now?" Andrew asked carefully and Maxwell didn’t look at him.

"A sundae? In winter?" Maxwell said and Andrew laughed.

"It’s not winter yet, Maxy. Just...almost. Come on, please? I’m sure you’ll like it." Maxwell seemed hesitant, so Andrew sweetened the deal and showed him the cherries he wanted to put on it. He’d made the cherries himself, when he’d had more time. They were fresh cherries he’d turned into a sugar syrup. They’d been cooked down with brandy, spices and sugar. Maxwell already knew how delicious they were. He’d had them in a different dessert he’d made. He’d gotten into a lot of things when he’d had free time.

"Oh. Uh, sure. Only a small scoop of ice cream for me though." He replied, his grip tightening around Andrew and Andrew felt himself harden.

"Well, I can’t promise that. How about you back up over there and grab us some bowls?" Maxwell complained as he let go of Andrew, but did as he was told. Andrew quickly grabbed everything he needed before Maxwell even turned around. He piled everything onto the island, making sure that there was still plenty of room. When Maxwell turned around, Andrew was pleased to see the surprised look on his face.

"That’s...a lot of toppings." Maxwell told him, and Andrew watched him as he approached with two bowls. It was clear that they weren’t on the same wavelength. It was one of the few times that this had ever happened to them. Andrew was actually shocked.

"Maxy, why don’t you get up on the counter, hmm?" Andrew asked sweetly and Maxwell furrowed his brows.

"Why do I need to get up on the counter?" He asked, and Andrew could tell he was getting suspicious.

"Maybe I just want to kiss you at a better height without you hurting yourself?" Andrew proposed and Maxwell stared at him, his eyes narrowing, but he put the bowls to the side and turned to jump up onto the counter.

Andrew stepped back, allowing him enough space to do so before he closed in, boxing Maxwell in.

"Uh, Baby?" Maxwell asked as Andrew pressed his lips against Maxwell’s throat.

"Yes, Angel?"

"What about the sundaes?" Maxwell asked and Andrew chuckled, running his tongue along Maxwell’s throat.

"I lied. You’re the sundae." Andrew admitted. Maxwell gasped.

"Andrew Knox! You lied? Come here. I’m turned on." Andrew should have known better. He had wanted to wait to tell Maxwell what the plan was until he’d pushed him over, but having his lips on his skin had changed his plans.

He had a feeling it always would.

Maxwell’s hands ran up Andrew’s back, tugging on the thin tee he’d thrown on to cover up his body. Andrew let Maxwell tug it up and up, breaking the kiss long enough for him to toss it to the side. Andrew stared at Maxwell, the man licking his lips as he looked over Andrew’s body and Andrew grinned

"You too, Maxy. I can’t have my dessert with your top on." Maxwell waited for Andrew to slowly pull his top off, Andrew taking his time to kiss every inch of revealed skin. Maxwell’s hand was buried in his hair as he did so, his grip firm.

"Baby, hurry up." Maxwell warned, his heartbeat loud enough for Andrew to hear, and his cock straining against the pants he wore. Andrew was grinning like a fool as he finally pulled off Maxwell’s top, moving onto his pants. He undid the first button on his pants, and pulled down the zipper to relieve his partner. Maxwell sighed, but Andrew didn’t wait.

He pushed Maxwell onto his back, his mind finally seeing what he’d imagined in his head so many times. Maxwell, laid out against the kitchen counter he’d prepared food on so many times. Maxwell’s cheeks were slightly flushed, his pale skin still bearing the marks he’d made on him earlier.

God, it was so fucking hot.

Andrew reached for something, anything nearby and ended up wrapping his hand around the chocolate syrup. Maxwell’s eyes widened as Andrew flicked the lid open with his thumb, a deadly smile on his face.

"B-Baby?" Maxwell asked, wiggling his hips as Andrew slotted himself in between his spread legs.

"Shh. I promise, we’re both going to enjoy this." Andrew told him and Maxwell stared at him, meeting his gaze. Any nervousness faded quickly, and a part of Andrew melted. The man didn’t lie when he said he needed eye contact during. God, that only made his cock even harder.

Licking his lips, Andrew began to draw a thin line from Maxwell’s crotch and up towards his nipples. Maxwell flinched as the cold liquid touched his skin, while Andrew watched the thin like a beacon.

Andrew put the bottle into the nearby sink, making sure he kept track of what toppings he had already used. Bending, Andrew pressed a kiss against Maxwell’s lower stomach and felt the muscles flex under his attention.

"I want you to try to remember which one you liked the most." Andrew told him, and Maxwell blinked.

"You want to know what?" Maxwell asked, already breathless. Andrew pressed another kiss there, close to the straining cock below him. Maxwell inhaled.

"I just want to know what my Angel likes the most on his sundaes. I’ll tell you what my favourites are." Andrew licked his lips, watching the chocolate trail beginning to run down Maxwell’s body. "Better get started with the chocolate. Let me know if you like it." Andrew told him, and Maxwell threw his head back as Andrew began to lick and suck the chocolate off of his skin. Maxwell tried to angle himself so that he could watch, but could only hold out for so long.

Andrew had to keep his hands on him, holding him in place as the man wiggled and wormed about. It was no problem for Andrew. He loved feeling him move against his crotch.

The soft moans leaving Maxwell’s mouth also helped incentivize him to continue as well.

Andrew was sure he looked slightly crazed as he finished his first trail, licking his lips to taste the mixture of salty sweat and sweet chocolate. Maxwell was panting beneath him, a few smears of chocolate still dotting his body.

They’d need another shower once they were done, but Andrew didn’t hate that idea.

Andrew reached for the next topping and Maxwell met his gaze.

"More?" He asked, breathless, and Andrew grinned.

"Angel, we haven’t even gotten started. I like to savor my desserts."