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Chapter 221: A walk down memory lane (suggestive)

Chapter 221: A walk down memory lane (suggestive)

Andrew had a barnacle for a boyfriend. Maxwell wouldn’t let the man go. Andrew didn’t mind, and honestly, he was glad for it. It proved to him that Maxwell wanted to be around him, and was also a good workout. Having to carry the man around made him feel strong, needed.

Maxwell only got down when it was time to eat, or Andrew had to go to the bathroom. Beyond that, all night, he carried him everywhere. When they sat down to watch t.v. on the couch, Maxwell was in Andrew’s lap, nuzzled into his neck like he couldn’t get enough of him. Andrew loved all of this affection, but it was quite stimulating after a week of no contact, serious emotions, and everything else.

Andrew understood where Maxwell’s desire came from. Andrew had had the same reaction, or a similar one when he first manifested. Maxwell had been patient with him, so Andrew was going to have to do the same. Be kind, patient and understanding.

He needed to chop his cock off, that’s what. It had a mind of its own, and even if he could feel Maxwell’s little smirk against his throat, he didn’t make any more comments on it after Andrew’s rather impassioned words at the front door.

Actually, Maxwell’s new behaviour had helped Andrew get over the block in his mind about entering the house again. He’d frozen, balking at the idea of coming back into the house, but with Maxwell asking to be carried all over the house by him, Andrew wasn’t allowed to hesitate for long when entering certain spaces.

The bedroom? There had been a worry in Andrew about entering that space, but Maxwell needed to change, and he should too. So, he entered without much fuss, and found that nothing had really changed.

Almost alarmingly so. When Andrew asked where Maxwell had been sleeping, Maxwell had shut his mouth and refused to speak. His face, not just his ears had turned pink, and even when Andrew had gently coaxed him, the man had refused to speak. He’d just stormed off towards his closet and began to change.

Andrew, who knew better than to catch a glimpse of that creamy skin of his, had turned and gotten changed himself. Where Maxwell had slept still plagued him, but there was also the possibility that he simply hadn’t. Collapsing when it got to be too much. That would explain some of the reactions that some of the people who worked for the company had towards Andrew. If they viewed him as some kind of sleeping tonic for Maxwell, who managed to get him a good night’s rest, or managed his health in general, it would make sense.

They would probably have the most absurd reactions towards him, or advice to offer. Mr. Newman and Maxwell coming to pick him up and drop him off would make sense. That was one of the running theories that he had about what happened while he was gone.

No one had clarified, and he felt Maxwell would be the least likely to do so. Not because he wasn’t one to own up to his own faults, but Andrew kind of figured that he might not fully remember the situation. At least he hoped not.

Andrew didn’t really remember his bender, Maxwell shouldn’t remember his. He thought it was only fair. Both had to pick up the pieces that they’d left behind, Maxwell’s just had...some rather serious real life consequences.

Andrew was glad to see that the food that he’d stored and made a bunch of had been consumed. At the very least, it could have been Ben and Amir, but it was far too much food for that to be the case. Maxwell had been eating. Andrew would have asked the barnacle attached to him more questions about that, but the man was practically suckling on his throat as he moved around the kitchen. There was no way he was going to answer him in a coherent way. He was practically drunk on his pheromones.

Wait, could someone get drunk on pheromones? That wasn’t something he’d ever had to worry about before, and he was curious if Michael had made a note on it in the pamphlets he’d made for him.

Speaking of, he hadn’t seen Michael in a while? Was that...okay?

"Max?" Andrew asked as he pulled out some of the premade food he’d put away.

"Mmm?" Maxwell replied dreamily, slowly blinking as he pulled his head away from Andrew’s throat.

"Is it okay that I haven’t seen Michael in so long?" Andrew asked and Maxwell blinked a few more times before Andrew could tell that he was really with him again. Maxwell yawned, dropping his head to Andrew’s shoulder.

"It should be fine. I was worried at first, but Dr. Smith told me that it worked out. He had to go away for a week for a conference while you were...away. He’s supposed to be coming back either today or tomorrow. I don’t remember." Maxwell told him, and Andrew chuckled.

"Thank you for clarifying. Do you care what we eat?" Maxwell had shaken his head, so Andrew didn’t mind. As long as he was eating, that was okay.

~

Maxwell didn’t last long after they had eaten and curled up on the couch to watch t.v. He passed out, wrapped around Andrew, his soft breath tickling Andrew’s throat with every exhale.

Andrew was staring up at the ceiling, the sound of the t.v. filling the space as Maxwell’s body twitched slightly. Andrew was also exhausted, but there was something he had to do before he could turn in. Frowning slightly, he carefully scooped up Maxwell, carrying him delicately to the bedroom and tucking him into bed. Maxwell frowned immediately, and knowing what had soothed him, Andrew took off the top he’d been wearing.

He slept without a top on anyway, so it was an easy thing to sacrifice. As he bundled it up into a ball and pushed it towards Maxwell’s face, Maxwell’s hands reached for it, pulling it close until his nose was buried in the fabric.

It was so fucking cute Andrew had to fight taking a picture of it. He had other things he needed to do first.

Andrew set about making sure the house was closed down, doors locked, t.v. off. Back door and front door were fine, windows were fine, everything appeared okay. With those concerns alleviated, Andrew set about his next task.

He headed for the bathroom, grabbing a pump of lotion as he passed the sink before sitting down on the shower bench so that he had a view of the bed from the bathroom, just in case. He pulled his pants down slightly, releasing his cock from his pants as he sighed.

He wouldn’t be able to sleep without dealing with this. No, it wouldn’t be fair to Maxwell if he cuddled with him and he felt this pressing against him all night. This was going to only make Maxwell, and Andrew, uncomfortable. So, here he was, feeling guilty as he pulled his cock out and slathered it with the lotion.

He hadn’t jerked off since he’d gotten with Maxwell. At least, not alone. Because of that, or despite that, Andrew knew he wasn’t going to last long. It might have to do with the memories of what he’d done on this bench, Maxwell’s pheromones, or the fact that Maxwell had been pressed against him for hours today, but Andrew’s cock was pulsing in his hand.

He was so hard he had been worried he could have cum against Maxwell’s ass without any other stimulation. Thinking of Maxwell’s ass made Andrew groan, and he clenched his teeth as his hand jerked up and down his cock. It felt strange in his hand, the size something he was sure Maxwell was more familiar with then Andrew was.

The new size, the fact that it didn’t stop growing, was a little alarming to Andrew. He was hoping that it was going to end soon. He was...he didn’t want to hurt Maxwell if it got any bigger. He was sure there was a limit to what a person could take, and Andrew felt he was reaching the max. At this point he didn’t care about how big of a dick others had, he just didn’t want to break his partner.

Andrew’s mouth filled with saliva as he thought of Maxwell. The way he looked when he sank down on Andrew’s cock, the heat and warmth. Andrew’s thighs tensed, his grip firming as he continued his movements. Andrew’s thoughts drifted to what he’d been like when he’d been in heat, so needy, demanding, willing to do anything to get his cum. Andrew let out a muffled groan as he remembered him lying on his back, legs spread as he held open his ass, the fake cum dripping out.

God, what did it say about him that he was thinking about that as he tried to jerk off as fast as he could? Maxwell wouldn’t be doing anything like that for a while, but damn had it been hot. What had Maxwell said at that time? It was something that had made his heart race, but what was it?

’Don’t let me spill a single drop. Make it so that my hole only knows your shape.’ Andrew wasn’t even ashamed as he shook, using his other hand to catch his cup for easy clean up. Maxwell was dangerous, and damn good jerk off material. His spank bank was full for the rest of millennia, and he was sure that he’d be doing this for the next little while until Maxwell got his fill of Andrew’s scent.

That was okay with Andrew. It was kind of nice to go back and remember some of the things Maxwell had done to him, with him. Andrew blinked a few times, sleep coming to him now that he’d gotten the edge off.

He cleaned up quickly, before heading to the bed and joining Maxwell there. Maxwell immediately disregarded his shirt to grab onto Andrew and bury his face against his pecs. Andrew chuckled. The man really liked his chest. Andrew would have to make sure he maintained it for his sake.

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