Chapter 409: Just some shower time fun (suggestive)
Andrew let out a groan as Maxwell gripped his cock in his hand. Maxwell was toeing the line, but he wasn’t crossing it. Instead he stood, Andrew’s thighs spread wide open as he rubbed his cock against Andrew’s, their soft sounds filling the air.
"Maxy." Andrew breathed, a hint of warning in his voice. Maxwell smiled, leaning in to press kisses against his face.
"Just this. Just once. I’ll leave your dick alone after, promise." Maxwell was a damn good negotiator, and it wasn’t as if Andrew hated this. He clenched his teeth, fighting the wave of...possessive energy inside of him from roaring to life.
"You’re living dangerously." Andrew warned and Maxwell chuckled.
"I know. Thank you for tolerating me." Maxwell told him, before rubbing the tip of Andrew’s cock with his thumb. Maxwell used both hands to grip their cocks, holding them together. It was an intoxicating sight. The heads of their cocks rubbing against each other, listening to Maxwell’s slightly stuttered breathing, Andrew’s own breath loud in his ears.
"Ugh. Maxy." Andrew groaned, tilting his head back, having to look away from the naughty act in front of him. Maxwell leaned in, pressing kisses against his throat. Soft, gentle, making his lower stomach tense. The man was always good at seducing him, and Andrew knew that he had to keep his hands to himself right now.
Otherwise things might take the turn he was worried about, and he had big plans for tomorrow.
So, he kept still, kept a death grip on the tiny bench they had temporarily placed in the bathroom until they could start renovations in the spring/summer months, and prayed he didn’t break it. It creaked warningly under his hands, only making Maxwell chuckle.
"I’m glad that those big, strong hands aren’t on me right now." He teased, getting a blurry glare from Andrew. Andrew could see Maxwell’s face well because it was so close, and the man was all blushing cheeks, warm gaze and hands, and eyes that told him that the man was holding back his true desire.
"Maxy." Andrew warned again, and Maxwell chuckled.
"I’m close. Aren’t you? After, just making out and cuddles. I promise." Andrew let out a soft, warning growl, telling the man that he was really pushing his buttons. The only good thing, safe thing that Maxwell hadn’t done was crawl into Andrew’s lap while doing this. If he had?
Andrew knew all bets would be off then. No good intentions would be able to stop him from his omega.
Andrew closed his eyes, shuddering at how those words impacted a part of Andrew that he was still coming to terms with. He had accepted most parts of this new, alpha side of him. He’d done most of the work because he needed to for Maxwell’s sake. The last little bit? He’d done not really for himself, but for the kind of man he was sure his Mom would want him to be if he had manifested when she was still alive.
The last little bit? That part was still there, tossed to the side, and he picked away at it occasionally. Like right now. When Maxwell had his hands around their cocks, rubbing them together with his hands and the thrusts of his hips.
He didn’t like thinking that Maxwell was his, even in passing. He didn’t like having this possessive urge, and not only that, but that he called him his omega? Maxwell didn’t belong to anyone.
Andrew opened his lips, unable to stop the question. He needed to ask it, even as they were at this point, so close to climax. He could feel his cock swelling.
"Max, do you like to be referred to as omega? Do you want to be owned like that? Is it degrading?" Andrew certainly thought that it was, and maybe he was trying to temper the desires inside of him by asking this question. He wasn’t quite sure. He did know that if he didn’t ask it, he would never know Maxwell’s stance.
Maxwell’s hands paused, his hips coming to a halt as he blinked, pleasure clear on his face, but his eyes were clearing up slightly. He’d heard what Andrew had asked, and the small smile dropped from his face, replaced by a look of confusion.
"Is that...what you are thinking about to distract yourself right now?" Maxwell asked and Andrew swallowed.
"Well, not intentionally, but my mind wandered there. So, I thought I’d ask." Andrew watched as Maxwell’s gaze slid to the bite mark that was still healing up on his throat, closer to his shoulder, and watched as Maxwell swallowed.
"Baby, let’s talk about that when we’re done, alright?" Maxwell said, not upset, or dismissing him. He was just focused on the task at hand. Andrew nodded, his lips tilting up slightly. His shoulders still tense, but a little less so.
"Okay. Sorry for throwing a curve ball at you." Andrew said and winced when Maxwell squeezed their cocks.
"Baby," Maxwell said as he leaned in, brushing their lips together gently. Not going for a full kiss, just whispering against Andrew’s lips as he stared into his eyes. "I don’t give a fuck if you get distracted, especially when your thoughts are still about me. Especially when they are about things that I would like or dislike." Andrew didn’t think of it that way, and was surprised that Maxwell had. He felt his face warm as Maxwell gave him a gentle peck, then slid his lips down his chin, his throat, halting over the still healing wound. "I’m going to be excited when this is fully healed and I can kiss it without worry." He whispered.
Andrew let out a soft chuckle.
"You like it that much?" He asked, and knew without looking at Maxwell’s face that that was true. The man wasn’t obvious about some things, but ever since Andrew had offered that mark to him, and that he had done it, there was more confidence in Maxwell. He was less stressed. He was still nesting, stealing some of Andrew’s clothes and making a very reasonable Maxwell nest in his closet, but there wasn’t this desperation in his gaze. It didn’t haunt him.
It did something to Andrew to know that Maxwell’s inherent nature needed a mark like this. It was something Andrew was still grappling with. That was one of the major issues Andrew was having since moving from beta to alpha. He felt the desire to bite Maxwell, and while he was working through the fact that most of his issues were tied to his father when it came to any hold ups, that didn’t mean he was completely over them.
It was honestly a great relief to him that this had satiated Maxwell’s desire. He had almost fooled himself into thinking that it had solved the issue. So that he could stop poking at the parts of him that he had intentionally left alone.
Didn’t want to upset the beast that lived inside of him.
But the look in Maxwell’s eyes as he stared lovingly at the mark on Andrew’s throat? It made him realise that he wasn’t safe. He was deluding himself since he’d been bitten. He was going to have to work on himself, probably alone, with a therapist. That was going to have to come after tomorrow, after the weekend. He’d tell Maxwell his thoughts later, after this moment was over.
Especially since he was so close.
"Angel, your hands feel so good." Andrew groaned, and watched as Maxwell’s eyes lit up.
"Yeah? How good?" Maxwell asked, leaning in closer and Andrew chuckled. It was a strained sound, coming from the part of Andrew that was trying to hold on.
"So good. I’m gonna cum." Andrew told him and felt Maxwell smirk.
"Me too, Baby. I’m going to cum too. Are we going to cum together?" Maxwell asked, his lips going to Andrew’s throat. Andrew let out a deep breath, his chest tight, his cock pulsing. Maxwell no doubt could feel the knot forming at the base of his cock. Andrew could feel the knowing smile against his throat as Maxwell’s hands sped up before Maxwell let out a choked sound of his own.
Both men came, Andrew feeling a deep sense of satisfaction as he felt Maxwell’s cum hit his stomach, mixing with his own. It didn’t wash away since Maxwell was protecting it with his body.
Andrew let Maxwell lean against him, could feel how the man was trembling slightly from the force of his own climax. Andrew, feeling a bit better, turned and pressed kiss after calming kiss against Maxwell’s shoulder and throat. Gentling him down from the edge. Maxwell’s body shivered with each pass of his lips against his throat until Maxwell stood back up. His legs were a little shaky, but held him, and a deep affection was in his eyes as he scanned Andrew.
"You held out, didn’t you? What a good boy." Maxwell said softly, and Andrew was a little bit glad that with the distance Maxwell had put between them he couldn’t clearly see his expression. That didn’t mean he didn’t have a good guess of how Maxwell was looking at him.
Soft, satisfied, probably a little smug. It was enough of a prediction that Andrew felt himself aching to get up, so he did.
"Let me wash you up, hmm?" Andrew suggested, his heart in his throat. Now that the moment was over, the reality of everything going on in his life was hitting him. Tomorrow, he was going to show Maxwell the culmination of all of their joint work, praying that the man liked the ring, and then after that, everyone would know that they were engaged. The wedding planning would take off out in the open.
Andrew was under no illusions that Luis and Maxwell hadn’t been already working on that. Not if he wanted to get married in...god, a year. They were going to be doing an even crazier turn around in a year.
Andrew’s head swam as he led Maxwell over to the water, gently scrubbing the other man’s body and letting Maxwell do the same in turn.
It was a soft, quiet task. Both men clearly had something on their mind as they took care of each other. They ended up sighing at the same time, both men pausing, before laughter filled the air. Andrew pulled Maxwell close, Maxwell wrapping his arms around Andrew without prompt, and the two men stood there. Letting the spray of the water wash over them as they were simply there with each other.
Present.
Happy.