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Chapter 107: A round of questioning

Chapter 107: A round of questioning

"How did your chat go?" Andrew asked as he approached Maxwell, and without being able to stop himself, he leaned in and pressed a kiss against Maxwell’s forehead. Maxwell’s cheeks were pink, but he clutched onto Andrew’s shirt in his hand like a lifeline.

"Well...it was a little bit awkward, but Dr. Smith is very professional." Maxwell stated, and Michael chuckled.

"He’s a better patient than you, Andy." Andrew gasped, pretending to be offended, but he was actually quite proud of Maxwell. He was happy that he was talking to Michael about his own concerns, and when Michael turned his gaze to Andrew, all happy feelings faded quickly. "Now, onto my most important research sub-I mean, patient next." He chuckled as Andrew gulped.

Maxwell tugged on Andrew’s hand, motioning for him to join him on the couch, and Andrew wasn’t one to resist him. Sighing heavily, he sat, and turned so that he was facing Michael, but had his back turned to Maxwell. He was surprised when Maxwell wrapped his arms around his back, and his soft, warm hands rested on his abs.

Andrew’s whole face went red, and he felt his whole body tense.

"M-Max?" Andrew cursed internally at how high his voice sounded. Maxwell chuckled behind him.

"Are you going to tell me to stop?" He asked with a sickly sweetness. Andrew knew it was a trap. There was nothing that could have spelled a trap more to him, but he could not turn Maxwell away.

"N-No. I’m just curious what made you decide to act this way. Y-You hate pda." Andrew was negotiating against a master negotiator, and he knew he was cooked when Maxwell giggled. The man never giggled, unless it was to cause Andrew some kind of pleasure/pain.

"But this is my house? There can’t be any pda in your own home, silly. Plus, Dr. Smith told me that this is the best way to calm you down right now. Or, are you upset because you can’t see me?" He gasped, scandalised. Andrew felt his body shift behind him, and waited in anticipation as he felt Maxwell’s breath fan his ear. "We can’t have mirrors everywhere in this house, Baby. What would polite company think of us?" Andrew groaned, and knew he was never going to live this down. Kim was watching him with wide, surprised eyes, and Michael looked like he was having the best day of his life.

"Max, if you wanted to embarrass me, there were other ways." Andrew muttered, and Maxwell laughed, patting his abs. Andrew winced with each tap.

"None that are as fun as this. Look at my big baby, all nervous. It’s adorable." He told Andrew, and Andrew knew he had to have a giant grin on his face. Unable to resist, he turned, just so that he could see it.

It was a reward for his teasing, being able to see Maxwell smile this wide, this happily. Andrew closed his eyes, shaking his head. He couldn’t even be mad at the man. He was too pretty for anger.

"M-Michael, you said you had questions for me?" Andrew turned, desperate to change to conversation. They still had people here, and no condoms. It was highly likely that Michael had brought some, but Andrew wasn’t going to beg for them. He could just eat Maxwell out until the man begged him to do something about the ache inside of him, and then they could...he didn’t know, but he needed to change the topic.

"Ah, yes. Do you want others to leave while I ask you some questions?" Andrew took a moment to think, but he was fine. He wasn’t embarrassed by what happened. It was Maxwell who was.

Kim waved her hand, drawing everyone’s attention to her.

"I’m going to go back to the kitchen. There are some things I just don’t want to know. Dr. Smith, give the same sign that you gave Andrew and I’ll be back. Do you have some snacks in there?" Kim asked and Andrew laughed.

"Of course. There should be some cookies in the fridge. I kept them there so that they didn’t go stale as quickly." She nodded and moved towards the kitchen, giving them some privacy. It was clear that Maxwell would have put up with her being there while they relieved his heat, but from the way he clutched onto Andrew after she left that he was relieved. Andrew chuckled, but made sure he was focused on Michael.

Besides the hand he placed on top of Maxwell’s on his stomach.

"Well, I’ll start with the same question I asked Mr. Beckett. Was there anything strange that you noticed during the heat?" Andrew took a moment to truly think about it.

"Well, it was the first, er, I guess second time coming face to face with Max’s desire like that, so I’m not sure if I’ll be able to gauge his reactions properly. He was quite forceful. And direct. But he’s normally like that when we’re together." Andrew could feel that Maxwell hated him talking about this. It was the fact that his nails got involved on his bare skin.

And the deep inhale that Andrew could hear behind him. Fuck. Now he was thinking of Maxwell naked on the bed with just his shirt wrapped around his neck. Those damn blue eyes of his staring at him as he pounded him mercilessly.

Clear your mind, Andrew. You’re in the middle of something.

Michael was making a note in his book, and when he glanced back at Andrew, he found that Andrew had gathered himself once more. Michael smiled.

"So, you’re saying that for what you are used to experiencing, Mr. Beckett was more direct and demanding?" Andrew nodded.

"I mean, despite the begging for creampies, yeah, everything was normal-ish." Michael did his best to control his expression while Maxwell’s pheromones wrapped around Andrew like a rope. It tightened around his neck. "What? Did I say something wrong?" Andrew asked and Michael shook his head.

"No. Not at all. Alright, onto the next question. Did you experience anything strange during the heat? Not in regards to Mr. Beckett, but in regards to your own body?" Andrew leaned a little bit back, forgetting for a moment that Maxwell was there. The smaller man didn’t protest verbally, but did dig his nails into Andrew’s stomach in warning. Andrew laughed, but his mind was elsewhere.

There was a point about day two into the heat that Andrew felt something...shift. He wasn’t sure if it was because he was intoxicated by the smell of Maxwell, but something had shifted inside of him. It became easier to breathe where it had been slightly difficult before, and Andrew could move more freely. He wasn’t sure if that was something Michael wanted to know, but maybe it was important?

"Uh, well, there was something I noticed. I don’t know if it’s anything strange though." Michael nodded and waited. "There was a point on day two, oh, I should mention first that it was a little difficult to breathe around Max’s pheromones at first. They were so thick and rich that it kind of felt like I was hiking at a higher altitude. Like the oxygen in the air was thinner. But after a certain point on day two it became easier to breathe." Andrew told him, and Michael rapidly wrote down what he had said.

"Interesting. It was hard to breathe, but from your description, not too difficult. Had you experienced that before with Mr. Beckett?" Andrew shook his head.

"No. Never. I wasn’t worried. I just assumed it was part of heats. It would make sense to me. A lot of pheromones, something that only alphas and omegas can perceive. It would have to be something around the same size of oxygen molecules, right?" Michael snorted, shaking his head.

"Of course that’s where your brain would go. I’ll make sure to make some pamphlets on that for you next time to read. Now is not the time to discuss what we think pheromones are." Michael chuckled to himself, while Andrew felt himself perk up. That would be an interesting topic for him. He’d love to know more about it.

"Thank you, Michael." He waved off Andrew’s words.

"How long would you say the heat lasted in full?"

"I’d say about 4 days in total. Maybe five. But he was more involved as ’Maxwell’ on the fifth day." That made Michael pause.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked, and Andrew wasn’t sure how to respond.

"Well, Max when he’s in his heat isn’t fully...there. He’s there, I know he is, but he’s different. I can’t really have a conversation with him without it being about sex. But regular Max can joke with me, or tease me, or talk about something that isn’t sex. Max was coming back to that person on day five." Michael made a note of what Andrew was saying, but it seemed like he paid more attention to that.

"Is that true?" Maxwell muttered, and Andrew turned to glance at the smaller man. He appeared to be concerned, worried even. Andrew smiled at him.

"It’s alright. I think it’s cute." Andrew told him, but Maxwell was still frowning.

"I’m not worried about you, Andrew, I’m thinking about the others I spent my heats with. They made no notes about this." Andrew’s blood chilled slightly, and he sighed.

"Well, there are two options. Either it didn’t happen with them, or they kept it to themselves to hold power over you." Andrew told him, and Maxwell didn’t seem to relax.

"I do not like either option." He muttered, and both turned to look when Michael cleared his throat.

"Or there is a secret third option. It could be that this is the first time Mr. Beckett has relaxed enough with his partner during a heat to let out this side of himself." Michael offered, and Andrew glanced at Maxwell to find him staring up at him. He had a stunned look on his face, and Andrew watched as his ears turned pink.

He jerked his head away, and Andrew watched, his eyes wide as Maxwell buried his nose into the fabric of his shirt and inhaled. Andrew felt a shiver run down his body, but somehow managed to keep himself together. The man was too cute for his own good. For Andrew’s good.

"I...that could be possible." Maxwell muttered, and Michael chuckled.

"We’ll take it into consideration at the very least. Next question. How long do you think the side effects, or the lingering effects of the heat remained?" Andrew scrunched his face up as he thought about this one. He thoughtlessly played with the fingers of Maxwell’s hand on his abs.

"Hmm, a few days. He’s almost out of it now, so I’d say by tomorrow he should be all clear." Michael scribbled away.

"Are you aware that you have become very good at detecting minute changes in pheromones? And not just Mr. Becketts?" Andrew turned, facing Michael head on and noticing that he was smirking.

"W-What? How did that happen?" Andrew asked, and Michael’s smirk grew.

"I knew spending time surrounded by Mr. Beckett’s scent would be beneficial for you, but I didn’t know it would help you stabilize your own pheromones, grow your teeth back in, and give you a growth spurt. I wonder what your first true rut spent with him is going to be like for your body? Especially since that is what will be next until you two synchronize."

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