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Chapter 48: Two Scotch bros

Chapter 48: Two Scotch bros

"I have only done the normal ones." Maxwell admitted stiffly, and Andrew was surprised he was uncomfortable talking about this topic. Glancing at the table, and noticing that Maxwell had eaten most of everything on his plate, Andrew stood up.

"Let’s continue this conversation over some drinks, hmm? It’s been a while since we’ve done that." Andrew suggested and after a moment of thought, Maxwell stood up, taking his plate in his hand.

"Should I help you clean up then?" He asked tentatively, and Andrew smiled.

"No. We’ll just leave them in the sink. All naughty-like." He teased, and Maxwell stared at him as Andrew smiled warmly at him. "I can deal with them tomorrow morning. Why don’t you grab us something to drink? Nothing too crazy. I don’t want to get drunk." Andrew warned and Maxwell’s lips twitched.

"You were quite the handful the last time you were drunk." Andrew groaned, and nudged Maxwell with his hip as they walked side by side to the kitchen.

"Stop reminding me. I was heartbroken, what else was I going to do?" Andrew said, glancing at Maxwell to find that he had a thoughtful look on his face. They had begun putting away the dishes when he finally said what was on his mind.

"I had to go masturbate in the bathroom after you passed out." Andrew nearly choked on the air in his lungs. He coughed a few times before spinning to stare at the smaller man whose expression hadn’t changed. "What?" He asked, as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on Andrew.

"What?" Andrew exclaimed, shocked beyond words. "Y-You had to touch yourself after?" Andrew asked, and Maxwell nodded, focused on the task Andrew had given him.

"Yeah. You were super handsy, and I was horny. I mean, anyone would be when the man that they liked was newly single, touching them constantly, and doing so in a way that is considered very intimate to those of us with second genders." Andrew furrowed his brows, confused, and Maxwell tossed a teasing look over his shoulder. "If you read the brochures, I’m sure you’ll find out." Maxwell said, smirking.

Frowning, Andrew rolled his eyes at Maxwell’s not so quiet provocations as Maxwell grabbed two tumblers and a bottle of scotch. It wasn’t one they’d had before, but it was clear from the bright expression on Maxwell’s face it was one he liked. Andrew watched the man as he headed for the doorway, a slightly happy step to his gait and Andrew found he couldn’t remain angry at him. He probably wouldn’t be able to remain angry at him their whole relationship. He was just too cute to him.

"Baby, are you coming?" Maxwell called when Andrew was still quite a ways away from him, and Andrew moved his feet before he spoke.

"Sorry, I’m coming." He said, swallowing as he followed Maxwell.

Once both of them were on the couch, Maxwell poured them both a healthy knuckle of scotch before raising his glass and the two of them clinked glasses before each took a sip.

Surprisingly, Andrew had gotten into whiskey and scotch on his own. He’d stumbled into a whiskey bar one time on his way back from the hospital and after he had gotten talking to some of the staff there they had sparked a love of whiskey and scotch in him. When he’d lived in England for school he’d gone on a few scotch tours that had only expanded his love of the stuff.

When Maxwell had heard he’d gone on a few tours when they had first started hanging out, that was when he had brought out the scotch bottles. The good ones. Since then, the two of them had shared a few glasses together at night and chatted.

Well, not for the last two weeks. They had been avoiding alcohol, or, Andrew was pretty sure Maxwell had. At least with Andrew. Maybe it was because he was scarred from that night, or that was what he had thought before Maxwell admitted he had gone and jerked off after he had fallen asleep. The only other thing he could think it could be would be that alcohol and ruts didn’t mix. He had no idea, and Maxwell obviously wasn’t going to tell him.

"So...you had to go jerk off?" Andrew started again, and Maxwell nodded sagely.

"Several times, actually. You packed quite the punch to me at the time." Andrew blinked, but he definitely felt flattered.

"Thank...you?" He said slowly, and Maxwell laughed. When he looked at him, his blue eyes were warm, and he leaned forward to press a kiss against his lips.

"Had I known I could have gotten what I wanted, I would have gone for it. But, I’m not one to ruin a relationship, and you were actively grieving a relationship. I didn’t want you to regret anything we did." Andrew nodded, exhaling slowly.

"I’m...glad we didn’t do anything then. I think it would have weighed on me for a while if we had." Andrew admitted and Maxwell smiled at him.

"See? I knew it. Now tell me about the things you were thinking about, and don’t hold back just because we’re dating now." Andrew chuckled awkwardly at his words, before taking a sip of his scotch and let it wash his mouth and mind clear.

Well, here goes nothing.

"Maxwell...I know that you’re experienced, anyone could tell but...I can also tell you haven’t had sex in that many positions." Andrew started slowly, and Maxwell froze. He took a sip of his own tumbler before he sighed, and ran his hand through his hair. Andrew watched him, finding him sexy even as Maxwell felt awkward.

"I...I like to be in control." He started slowly, and Andrew listened. "I find that sometimes, others, not you, don’t listen when I tell them my boundaries. I didn’t at first think it was because I was an omega, but as I slept with more people, it became obvious that was the reason. So I would just get on top of them before they could try to force me into any other position." Andrew’s heart ached to hear the words, but he’d already had that guess in the back of his mind.

Swallowing another sip of scotch, Andrew sighed.

"Would you be open to exploring things with me?" He asked, and Maxwell laughed, glancing at Andrew before looking away again.

"Andrew, I know you can’t remember your rut well, but I was sober and not in a heat. Yes, I had fun, but I remember everything. We did...quite a bit of experimenting." Maxwell’s ears were pink, and Andrew smiled.

"Did you like any of them?" He asked, curious but also excited. Maxwell sighed, clearly uncomfortable, but still, he was going to answer. He cast a glare at Andrew.

"Pick out one of the fucking books on the coffee table or I’m not answering." He threatened, and with ease, Andrew found one of the books on pheromones and held it up to Maxwell with a grin.

"I’m going to fulfill my end of the bargain." Andrew teased. Maxwell grimaced, his ears turning a brighter shade of pink before he sighed.

"I...It may be something that developed over time, but I prefer having sex when face to face with someone. Without the eye contact it just feels...impersonal." Andrew hated to hear that, and what it could say about some of the interactions Maxwell had had in his life, but that was for a later time. Right now, it was telling him what Maxwell wasn’t saying. Anything that had face to face contact, Maxwell was inherently into.

"So you don’t like doggystyle?" Andrew watched in glee as Maxwell’s blush spread from his ears to his cheeks. He covered the lower portion of his face with the tumbler.

"No comment." Andrew felt his lips twitch.

"Okay, so we can come back to that at a later date, but you’re open to other positions as long as they are face to face? Or can you do partial face?" Maxwell cast him a confused look.

"What does partial face mean?" He asked, Andrew’s grin was full of mischief.

"Oh, you know, it either starts without eye contact, or with it, and then it either disappears or reappears near the end?" Maxwell bit his lip, and Andrew watched him roll his lip between his teeth. He blinked slowly as Maxwell finally opened his mouth to respond.

"I want eye contact at the end." He told him slowly, and Andrew knew it was a big thing for him to admit. He could feel Maxwell glancing at him, and when Andrew met his gaze, Maxwell looked away again.

"What is it, Maxy?" He asked softly, warmly, and Maxwell took a large sip from his tumbler before he spoke.

"What about you? Is there anything you want to try?" There were several, but they were off the table if Maxwell wanted eye contact. Maxwell, for some reason, was able to sense this and his eyes narrowed. "There is something. Tell me!" He demanded, and Andrew chuckled.

"Well, they kind of are against what you want, so I was going to wait until we were more comfortable with each other." Maxwell narrowed his eyes, and Andrew felt a lecture coming on. He raised a hand to stop him. "I’m fine telling you them, even if you say no to them." Andrew licked his lips nervously before he smiled. "I really want to eat you out. It’s not the same if I do it from the front. Having you on your knees, whimpering as I shove my tongue into your ass as you hold onto a pillow as I milk you is just...there’s no better way to do it. Of course, I am a gentleman, and I respect your wishes. I can eat it from the front too." Maxwell’s cheeks were pink as Andrew spoke.

"Y-You brought that up before." Maxwell said and Andrew laughed.

"Oh, I think I did! What do you think of the idea? Do you hate it? I know that there isn’t much eye contact." Andrew’s eyes went wide and he put down the tumbler. "Maxwell, I just thought of a way around this. What if we got a mirror?"

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