Andrew had a pep in his step as he made his way into the office. They had arrived a little bit earlier today to drop off the lunches Andrew was carrying in Maxwell's office fridge, and then he was going to head down to work.
He was all smiles as he moved through the lobby, while Maxwell, next to him, appeared pissed.
Andrew knew that wasn't the case. The poor guy was still recovering from their sundae play last night. Andrew was still floating from the whole experience.
Maxwell had been so cute. He'd wiggled and squirmed, trying to get away from Andrew's attention on him, but had given up at some point and let Andrew play. They'd tested all of the toppings, even ice cream. Maxwell was probably still cold from how long he'd been pressed against the cold countertops.
"You seem happy." Maxwell grumbled and Andrew turned his smile towards him, pushing up his glasses when they slipped.