Chapter 390: Aftercare with Andy
Andrew was busy bathing Maxwell as the other man did his best to stay awake. Maxwell laid back in the bath, his body loose and pliable. Andrew kept his laughter to himself, his gaze soft as he looked over the exhausted man before him.
Maxwell had asked for another three rounds, and had barely lasted about halfway through the last round. They had done a few things, but it was clear that Maxwell wanted to get through two rounds of each.
Two rounds of Andrew fucking him while he sucked on the dildo, and two round where he sucked Andrew off while being pounded by the fuck machine. Maxwell was just jelly. A wiggly, wobbly version of himself. Andrew was glad that they had no plans for the next two days because he had a feeling that Maxwell would need recovery time, and he also felt like the man had gotten addicted.
"Maxy, stay with me, okay?" Andrew said softly as he scrubbed each arm tenderly, making sure that his favourite person was clean and bathed. He knew Maxwell didn’t like to be dirty and loved washing up after they made love. Andrew normally would have taken him into the shower, but figured a bath would be better for his muscles.
Maxwell let out a soft groan.
"I’m alive." Maxwell muttered, his eyes fluttering open to watch Andrew pour water over his chest, gently tending to him. Maxwell’s lips tilted up slightly. "I normally would protest this kind of treatment." He said softly, his voice hoarse. Andrew did smile at that. He knew Maxwell well enough to know that this was outside of the normal scope of treatment. Maxwell sighed. "But because it’s you...I’ll allow it." Maxwell’s lips quirked up slightly with his comment and Andrew melted.
He leaned in, pressing his lips against Maxwell’s temple before pulling back with a smile.
"Well thank you, Maxy. I’m glad that I get special treatment." Andrew told him and Maxwell slid his gaze towards Andrew.
"You’ll always get special treatment from me." Maxwell promised and Andrew swooned.
"My special man." Andrew whispered, leaning in to press a gentle kiss against his lips. "I’m almost done with the bath. I’ll have to put a few lotions and things on you on the bed. Is that okay?" Andrew asked and Maxwell let out a soft laugh.
"Andy, you could fuck me right now, and I wouldn’t even be mad. No protests from me here. I probably wouldn’t get hard, but hey, I’d enjoy it." Maxwell told him. Andrew was a bit horrified to hear that from Maxwell’s mouth.
"Max, you are in no condition to be doing anything. Why the hell would I even consider that? I can’t even feel myself getting hard given the condition that you are in. That’s...absolutely not. I want you to be an active participant in anything that we do. I would never." Andrew told him, horrified. Absolutely disgusted, too.
Maxwell let out a soft chuckle, his lips turning up in a true smile as he saw Andrew tripping over himself to say what he did.
"Andy, I’m the one who suggested it. It’s alright. I was just saying because you didn’t really cum as much as you normally do." Maxwell said, sliding his gaze down to Andrew’s crotch. Andrew narrowed his gaze, his lips firming into a line.
"I have a good time when you’re having a good time. Climax or no climax. Don’t worry about something so stupid. Can’t you remember? I had two orgasms in the car. I’m fine today." Andrew bent, pressing another kiss against the foolish man’s temple. He couldn’t help it, even if he was mildly frustrated with the man.
"Okay. I was just worried, you know? I came so much I think my dick’s broken." Maxwell muttered and Andrew coughed, unable to stop his gaze from sliding towards his crotch. HIs dick did look pretty sad. Hmm. Not sad, tired. Andrew shook his head with a light chuckle.
"He’ll recover." Andrew told him. "They’re pretty resilient." Andrew said from experience and Maxwell raised his hand from the water, touching Andrew’s face. It was wet and warm, but Andrew leaned into the touch.
"So much knowledge in this brain. Do not let me meet the people who helped you gain this knowledge. I will be mean and jealous." Maxwell told him. Andrew laughed as Maxwell dropped his hand back into the water and Andrew gave him one last scrub before it was time to get him out of the tub.
"I will do my best. For the most part, everyone is overseas. Should I point them out to you if we do meet?" Andrew asked. "I wouldn’t want it to be a surprise. Honestly, Maxy, you’re giving them too much credit. Do you think I let them do things to me?" Andrew asked, smirking, and Maxwell narrowed his gaze as he looked up at the man.
"No. I bet you were the one who instigated everything. After all, you’ve brought up me fucking you more than once, and you bought the fuck machine. I can believe that they didn’t even know you were behind the chaos until it was too late. Not that I’m complaining, I just don’t like that other people know that about you." Maxwell muttered. "Honestly, had I known that I would have met someone like you, I would have saved myself. I’m actually more pissed that I didn’t do that." Maxwell muttered.
Andrew had some conflicting feelings upon hearing Maxwell’s words. On one hand, he knew that he was well intentioned. He knew that Maxwell wasn’t saying this to put pressure on him, or belittling Andrew in any way. He was belittling himself.
Andrew didn’t like that.
Andrew didn’t think waiting was the right call. Not given Maxwell’s condition. He was an omega with pheromone sensitivity. So serious that he started his own company to help create drugs that would save him, and others. That meant that anything that he needed to do to help him with that, he should do.
Sleeping with others? That wasn’t even a big deal in the grand scheme of things that Maxwell could have done. It was so like Maxwell that he pretty much only had one night stands. How long had he been doing it? Andrew didn’t care.
Did Andrew care if he met one of the men that Maxwell slept with; because Maxwell only slept with men; maybe. Only if they spoke poorly about Maxwell. Andrew didn’t really care. It was a good thing that Maxwell had lived a life before him. He wanted to, because Maxwell certainly wasn’t sleeping with anyone else from this point on.
It was Andrew, or nothing.
Andrew clenched his jaw at that thought. It was so damn possessive, and so unlike how Andrew used to be that it made him worry. He could feel Maxwell staring at him, so he had to explain himself. He focused on draining the water out of the tub first, drying Maxwell off, wrapping him up in a big, soft towel and carrying him to the bed before he voiced his thoughts.
"I am not upset that you had a life before me." Andrew started, and he could feel Maxwell watching him. Andrew swallowed. "I think it’s good that you did that, so that you would never have a lingering thought about ’what if?’ thought after we slept together. While I appreciate that you’re thinking from a possessive standpoint, I’m not worried. Maybe it’s my own confidence, but I know I can satisfy you. Some of that comes from the fact that I’ve slept with others, and yeah, I’ve left them satisfied, but most of it comes from...my own interests and desires." Andrew said softly.
Maxwell was leaning against the headboard, several pillows keeping him upright as Andrew grabbed the lotions and salves he’d placed on the bedside table ahead of time. Maxwell watched Andrew carefully as he began to rub them into Maxwell’s skin.
"So...you don’t really care that I slept with other people?" Maxwell asked and Andrew sighed.
"It’s not a matter of not caring, Max. I do care, but...it’s not going to take over the fact that I’m with you now. Does that make sense?" Andrew asked, looking up to meet his gaze. Maxwell looked thoughtful, curious.
"How can you be so calm about it? I have a hard time dealing with it." Maxwell told him easily and Andrew chuckled. He felt the man’s skin under his hands. The knowing that he was the only one allowed to do this, to treat him and take care of him practically gave him a high.
"Well, it’s because I know that no one else is going to be able to touch you from this point on." Andrew told him, before he froze. "Uh, that, sorry. That was-" Andrew tried to defend himself, but cut off when Maxwell started laughing.
His tinkling, pretty laughter filled the air and Andrew froze. What part of that was he laughing about? That was worrying him.
"Andrew Knox. Come here so I can kiss you." Maxwell was still laughing, his lips turned up in a pretty pretty smile. Andrew did as he was asked and received a soft, love-filled kiss in return. Andrew pulled away, staring at Maxwell in confusion.
"What part of that made you want to kiss me?" Andrew asked and Maxwell chuckled, shaking his head.
"All of it. You don’t care because you are so confident that you can satisfy me so that no one else will cross my mind. Damn, that’s pretty cocky, but I can’t argue. Look at me. I’m unable to even care for myself because you dicked me down so good. Who am I going to wander to?" Andrew felt his cheeks warm. "Now I just need to get as confident as you are. I need to make sure that my alpha is just as satisfied as I am." Andrew felt a shiver run down his spine at the way that Maxwell was looking at him.
"I-I am very satisfied, Max!" Andrew told him, and Maxwell’s eyes were soft, warm pools that only made Andrew nervous.
"Hmm. I know you are, but I’m always worried. There are just some things I am going to worry about. I need to make sure that you don’t think you are lacking anything." Maxwell told him softly. Then he closed his eyes with a sigh. "We can continue this conversation in the morning. I’m so fucking tired. I can barely stay awake right now." Maxwell complained, pouting, and Andrew felt his shoulders relax as he dropped it for now.
"Go to sleep, Maxy. I’ll make sure you’re functional for tomorrow." Andrew promised and Maxwell let out a huff.
"Well, one part is not going to be functional tomorrow." Maxwell muttered sleepily and Andrew snorted as the man passed out. He was going to be fine. A little rest would go a long way.