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.