Letting Michael stay over for some drinks and some pastries was the right move. It gave Maxwell some time to calm himself, and had an official medical professional around as well. Plus, Maxwell wasn't the only one who needed some gentle care.
Michael brushed it off, but he did seem genuinely surprised and a little upset about the proposition he'd received. A little talking with Andrew and Maxwell seemed to settle him, and he was very appreciative of the snacks that Andrew had available. Maxwell was a little upset that he didn't get to use his new toy right away, but he also seemed worried about Michael.
They were able to get a bit more out of him as time went on, and it wasn't lost on Andrew that both Richard and Michael were being pursued in some way at the same time. Andrew kept it to himself, offering help and a kind word, but eventually, Michael got another call.
Andrew was kind of pissed that the man got no time off, as was Maxwell. Michael just waved it off, thanking them for the snacks and told them to let him know if they needed anything else. What Andrew needed was Michael to take a damn nap, but knowing him…
Andrew saw him to the door, saying goodbye to his fellow friend and alpha, before he locked the door and turned to stare down the hallway. He half expected that Maxwell was going to be waiting behind him, but that wasn't the case.
Andrew, careful, thoughtful, made sure that everything was locked up, turning off lights until he got to the living room. There, he found that Maxwell was sitting on the couch, a thoughtful look on his face as he looked over at the tree.
It wasn't anything fancy. Mainly because Maxwell hadn't even considered setting up a tree until Andrew had brought it up. They hadn't gotten it together, hadn't really picked it out. Andrew had just gotten a cheap one, pre lit with lights, and then a few baubles to put on it to make it presentable.
From the look on Maxwell's face, Andrew had a feeling that the tree wasn't going to last long, and they were going to have a much more serious situation on their hands next year. Andrew's chest warmed at the thought.
Next year.
They were going to be doing this again, next year.
"What's on your mind, Maxy?" Andrew asked and watched as the other man slowly turned his gaze to Andrew. He thought he was going to say something sweet, maybe even charming. Instead, Andrew felt his face flush as he heard Maxwell's words leave his lips.
"I was just thinking about the best angle for the fuck machine, and where I should be in relation to you. What do you think?" Maxwell asked and Andrew closed his eyes, taking his glasses off so he could press his fingers into said closed eyes.
He took a moment to gather himself, before he sighed, put his glasses back on and met Maxwell's gaze.
"Well, we have a couple of options." He said, and watched as Maxwell's lips curled up in pleasure.
"Okay. Give them to me." Maxwell said and Andrew sighed, shaking his head.
"Well, we have a question we need to ask first. Do you want me to penetrate you, or do you want the machine? What do you want to suck, Maxy?" Andrew asked. He watched as the other man's face warmed, but he considered the words seriously.
"Well, is it strange that I want to suck on your cock while something else thrusts into me? I mean, we completely forgot to talk to Michael about more pills." Maxwell told him, his eyes going wide.
Andrew stopped in his tracks.
They had completely forgotten. Andrew felt his face go white.
"Do you have more?" He asked and Maxwell watched Andrew's expression. Concern, and also something else.
"Are you upset?" Maxwell asked softly and Andrew wasn't quite sure what to think.
"i…I don't really want to think about it, especially since we already decided it was too soon. Your Mom said it best. You don't want to be pregnant for your wedding." Andrew said, and Maxwell watched him before he nodded.
"You're right. Worst case scenario, I can just get rid of the bundle of cells." Maxwell said, getting to his feet. "Let me go check upstairs in the bathroom to see if there are any more pills." He said, and Andrew knew that something was wrong.
Andrew didn't let Maxwell do it on his own.
He followed the man like a shadow. He knew that Maxwell was sensitive right now, knew part of it was because he was getting more in touch with his omega side after not being in touch with it for a while. That didn't make Andrew feel better about the situation.
Andrew followed him up the stairs, stood behind him as he searched the bathroom, got him a glass of water when he did find more pills. They stood in silence as Maxwell took them, and when he was done, Andrew reached for him and pulled him close. He wrapped the smaller man up in his arms, tucking his head under Andrew's chin, squeezing him tightly.
"I love you, Maxy." Andrew started. "I love you so much I'm worried it's a burden. I know I'm not perfect. I know I have my flaws, and I am so grateful that you love me despite them." Maxwell shifted in his arms, and Andrew squeezed him tighter.
"Andrew," Maxwell began, but Andrew shook his head.
"No. Please just listen." Andrew told him. "I love you so much it hurts sometimes. I can't see a life without you in it at this point. Knowing that, I also know that I'm selfish, and that there are things that I am not giving you right now that you need." Andrew slid his hands down Maxwell's body, hovering over the man's lower back. "I know you want a baby, Maxy." Andrew said softly, and Maxwell inhaled shakily.
"I don't want a baby if it's not with you." Maxwell said immediately, halting Andrew's words. "I don't. I couldn't care less if it's someone else's kid, Andrew. I would abort it in a fucking heartbeat, consequences be damned. It's you that I want. It's you that I want to start a family with, live the rest of my life with. I know that these are new urges to me, but I wouldn't be having them with anyone else." Maxwell told him. "So…it's okay. It's fine. I know what you need right now, I know what we agreed upon. I'm just…" Maxwell let out a soft sigh. "Disappointed. I don't know why." Maxwell muttered and Andrew gave him a squeeze.
"Give me a kiss?" Andrew asked softly and Maxwell tilted his head back. Andrew kissed him softly, gently. Putting his care and love for the man in every touch. Maxwell melted. "I'm sorry you're feeling this way. Is there anything I can do to help?" Andrew asked against his lips. Maxwell shook his head, reaching his hands up and wrapping them around his neck.
"You could kiss me more?" Maxwell suggested and Andrew chuckled. He did as he was asked, hoisting the other man up so that Maxwell could wrap his legs around his waist. They spent some time kissing upstairs, Maxwell resting against the bathroom counter until Andrew felt it was time to go back downstairs.
He carried the man down, making sure to grab some condoms, and the charging toy before heading back downstairs to look at the logistics of setting up the fuck machine.
Maxwell was perfectly content being carried around in Andrew's arms as the two casually discussed the best position. Maxwell had some good suggestions, and they ended up deciding on a set up that had lots of the couch cushions on the floor, a blanket, and the cum lube nearby.
Maxwell had a little light behind his eyes, a sparkle that told Andrew that he had made the right call in picking out a machine like this. Andrew certainly wasn't going to allow another alpha, omega or beta near His omega, so this was a good solution.
He just had to make Maxwell promise one thing.
"Maxy." Andrew started rather seriously. "You need to promise one thing before we get started." Maxwell, who was still in his arms and looking over the little nest that Andrew had made for him, turned to look at the other man.
"Hmm? What is it, Baby?" Maxwell asked, his hands soft on the other's chest. His hold had been possessive since Andrew had picked him up in his arms.
"You can't like the fake dick more than mine." Andrew told him seriously and watched as Maxwell's eyes widened, checking to see if Andrew was serious, before he started to laugh. Loudly.
"Baby, are you serious? You think a machine could replace you? Seriously? Your monster cock?" Andrew felt his face flush at the amusement in Maxwell's voice.
"What? I'm not allowed to be worried?" Andrew muttered, defensive and Maxwell leaned in, pressing soft, teasing kisses all over his face.
"You're so fucking cute. Come here." Maxwell pulled him in for a deeper kiss. He pulled away, his eyes warm, his lips glistening from their saliva. "Baby, there is no one who can match your cock. Remember that, alright? Honestly, you could just clone your cock and make it into a dildo and we can use that. Is there a service that does that?" Maxwell asked and Andrew wasn't quite sure if that was something he could do.
"I…am actually not sure about that." Andrew admitted and Maxwell's grin was purely mischief.
"Well, I guess that's something I can look into. We'll make do with this paltry fake dick before we get a clone of yours. Can we make it cum? That way it can really feel like you're filling me up while I wait for the right time." Maxwell asked, all innocent big eyes and dangerous smiles.
Andrew felt his cock stiffen in his pants.
"Maxy. You know you're being bad right now." Andrew warned and Maxwell grinned.
"Why not be a little bad? The condom already broke. What more do we have to lose?" Maxwell teased and Andrew growled. His cock stiffened further.
"This and that are not the same thing." Andrew told him, and Maxwell grinned, leaning in and biting his bottom lip.
"I know that, but I'm just making a point. I have fake and real cum inside of me right now. From this point on, it's your choice to decide what fills me next." Maxwell told him, meeting his gaze. "I've already taken the pills. Might as well make it work for it."