A little liar (m)

"So why did you want to lie down?" Andrew asked as they stepped into the bedroom. He was glancing around, curious about what Maxwell could need. He had a feeling that it had something to do with him, but if Maxwell wanted to relax, Andrew wasn't opposed to it. He could put on some music, light a few candles, rub Maxwell's feet while he soaked in a bubble bath. 

Yeah, that sounded like a good idea. 

Andrew opened his mouth to suggest it when Maxwell beat him to it. 

"I was lying." Andrew froze.

"O-Oh?" Why would Max lie? There was no need to. Andrew grew more confused as he followed Maxwell into their room. Far enough in that when Maxwell turned, he wasn't expecting it when he shoved him suddenly. Startled, he felt himself start to fall until his back hit the mattress. He was even more shocked when Maxwell crawled on top of him. "M-Max?" He stuttered, shocked, as Maxwell licked his lips.