Andrew felt like a naughty schoolboy. The lab coat didn't help his feelings.
Nor did the fact that as soon as Michael had left, and so had Jenny and Luis, Maxwell had pulled him into a dusty closet nearby to slam their lips against each other. Maxwell had locked the door behind him in the tiny space, before he'd grabbed Andrew's face and kissed him senseless. Andrew wasn't exactly going to tell the man he wasn't allowed to kiss him after what he'd done last night.
"Max, you know we aren't supposed to be doing this." Andrew got out in between the hasty kisses, Maxwell's lips barely giving him a chance to breathe, let alone speak. It was as if he was trying to prevent Andrew from thinking.
Too bad he didn't need his lips to think.
