Andrew couldn't take his damn eyes off of Maxwell. The man was so sexy, especially since his ears were bright fucking pink as he moved towards the front doors of his parents house and went about greeting everyone.
Every once in a while he'd give Andrew a little look, a knowing glance, and Andrew had restrain himself. Especially since he was next to Luis, Maxwell's Mom.
It was Thomas who made a comment before anyone else could to Andrew. It was honestly surprising that he did. Thomas had asked Andrew to help him put away their coats and to help him grab a few of the trays of breakfast pastries that the staff had prepared.
A tradition so that their people could have Christmas off. Help them semi prepare the meals for the next three days, label them, and then they could go and the Becketts would fend for themselves. This year they also had Andy, so Thomas was more hopeful than previous years.
