Maxwell was laughing at him. He wasn't even hiding it. Andrew tried to keep his pouting internal, because he knew that would only make Maxwell laugh more.
"Baby, please. You can bake the bread later." Maxwell's voice was warm, soft, but Andrew didn't believe him. "We can just go back to bed, alright?"
They were down in the kitchen now, Andrew having let Maxwell do a quick clean up of his body before he'd rushed downstairs.
Well, 'rushed' wasn't exactly the word that Andrew or Maxwell would have used. Andrew had forgotten how it felt to bottom. He had also forgotten the toll it took on the body.
Andrew's legs felt like jelly.
Walking down the stairs, holding onto the wall and railing had been a nightmare of embarrassment. Especially since Maxwell had been howling behind him. Andrew wouldn't forget that sound for a while.
