Andrew looked up couples counseling and other kinds of counseling that night. Not because he thought that there was anything wrong with their relationship, but because he did not want anything to fester.
Maxwell had been a little fragile for the rest of the day. Andrew completely understood.
He'd only worried about his size in comparison to other people for a brief moment of time. Only because Michael, in retrospect, was probably messing with him. Maxwell was worried for very serious reasons.
Andrew had never had to deal with a partner who thought that his dick wouldn't be enough for him. He'd never had that to deal with that concern before. While he had slept with men that maybe he should have worried about that, Maxwell was no one of those people.
Did Andrew think that maybe he should say that to him? Yes. Did he also worry that it was going to blow up in his face? Also yes.
Maxwell was a jealous person, and very possessive. Andrew loved that about him. Loved that he cared so much about Andrew that he didn't want to share him. Andrew hadn't really had that in a romantic relationship before, and he liked it. But that didn't mean that he should antagonise Maxwell by showing off how many people he had slept with.
Even if Andrew didn't view it that way, he knew that Maxwell wasn't going to take it the same way. So, therapy. Mm, not therapy, counseling.
It would sound better to Maxwell's ears that way.
Andrew spent about 45 minutes while Maxwell slept next to him looking it up on his phone before he decided he'd looked it up enough and it was time for him to go to bed. He wrapped himself around his favourite person, and just settled in.
This was something that they could get through with relative ease. Andrew knew it.
~
Andrew didn't realise it would be this easy. Honestly, after the encounter he'd had with Maxwell only two days prior, he thought that they were going to need a lot more work before they got to this point.
He did not expect that it would take one conversation with Andrew's Mom at the cemetery for Maxwell to come around completely on the topic. Really, it was beyond Andrew's scope to consider that. Was it that easy to get over penis envy?
Andrew had nothing to work from on this topic. He'd always been pretty happy with his dick. It…got the job done, and it'd gotten bigger when he'd become a true alpha. He had been more worried it was too big after he'd become a true alpha.
That was the exact opposite of what Maxwell was worried about.
But that didn't mean that Andrew wasn't thrilled about this turn around. Originally, Andrew and Maxwell were supposed to go see his Mom on New Years, but May and Ford had asked if they wanted to host something for New Years so that everyone could come together to visit. They had also suggested a group visit to see his Mom, but Andrew did not want that to be the first time that Maxwell met her.
So, they were here ahead of schedule to have an early visit.
The ground was crunchy with all the snow, squeaking as they took their steps to his Mom's grave. It was well tended to, with the groundskeepers taking good care of it, as well as by the people that either Maxwell or his Father had put on the gravesite. Andrew didn't mind. It was nice to know that so many people were looking out for her.
Andrew had brought some dried flowers ahead of time. Professionally dried, so that they looked nice. Maxwell had done the same, but didn't let Andrew look at what he was getting until they arrived.
Maxwell had gotten her a bouquet of dried pink carnations and tulips. How he had managed that in the winter, Andrew had no idea. Andrew actually had a feeling that the man had been planning this for a while.
It wouldn't surprise him in the slightest.
Andrew, in contrast, had gotten dried hydrangeas from a store that was nearby their new home. They had only had a few types, and thankfully while they had a lot of blue hydrangeas, they had a few pink hydrangeas.
Andrew had jumped at those. He was never going to gift his Mom blue ones if he could help it. He would rather go to roses if he had to, and they were not her favourite flower. Andrew hadn't planned that far in advance. In fact, he was surprised that the floral shop was even open.
Either way, Andrew and Maxwell had brought their flowers, and Andrew was touched when Maxwell asked for a few moments alone with Andrew's Mom after Andrew had introduced Maxwell to his Mom.
Andrew had wandered away, cold, but sure that Maxwell was colder. He was smiling to himself as he heard Maxwell speaking, but he was far enough away that he couldn't hear what the other man was saying.
It was a private moment, Andrew didn't want to interrupt it.
Eventually, Maxwell waved Andrew over. Andrew noticed that Maxwell looked…calmer. Better. He was glad that speaking to his Mom had helped him work through something. Andrew wasn't upset. Sometimes you needed someone to listen, and it helped when that someone didn't talk back.
Which is what led to Andrew finding out that Maxwell was so much better that he let Andrew know what he was thinking about in the car on the way back home.
"I think I'm okay." He said, and Andrew gave him a curious look while he was driving.
"You think you're okay?" Andrew echoed, unsure what he was getting at. Maxwell looked out the window, a slight smile on his face.
"I think I could top you now. I just needed to…figure it out." Maxwell said. Then, he turned towards Andrew, his eyes bright. "Your Mom said it was cool. You know, as one omega to another." He joked and Andrew felt his face warm.
He was okay? He was cool with it now? What had his Mom said to Maxwell? What had he thought she said?!
Andrew mulled over those words as they made their way back to their house. Maxwell let him stew with his words, a little smirk on his face. Andrew wasn't fully prepared for what happened once they were inside the house, alone, and Maxwell had taken off his protective layers.
Andrew was heading to the kitchen, checking on the bread he'd left rising so that he could bake it later in the afternoon. Andrew was humming to himself, working away, not really paying attention to Maxwell because, why would he? He was feeling better, Andrew was happy about that, so he was a little less focused.
Until a set of hands reached out and squeezed his ass. Andrew let out a squeak, turning quickly to catch the grinning face of Maxwell. He looked absolutely devious, and Andrew felt his cock harden in his pants.
"So, now that we're home and I've worked up my confidence, how about we do a little sideways tango, hmm? A little bit of 'relaxation'. Let's try this. Before my confidence dips." Maxwell told him and Andrew felt his jaw drop.
"Y-You want to do this now?" Andrew asked and Maxwell smirked. Carefully, he stepped forward. He spread his hands against Andrew's abs, his fingers fanning out and Andrew's stomach clenched at the touch.
"Baby, are you scared?" Maxwell purred and Andrew gulped.
"N-Not scared just…my bread." Andrew told him, a little worried how Maxwell would take his words. Maxwell's eyes widened, before he threw his head back and laughed.
"Here I am, asking you for permission to fuck you, and you're worried about your bread?" Andrew felt embarrassment flood his face.
"You're right. That's a little silly. I'll just…put it in the fridge." Andrew muttered and Maxwell laughed harder. He stepped back, letting Andrew do so. Andrew felt his gaze on him everywhere he went, his face warm.
"That's right. Put your little bread in the fridge. Give me enough time to fuck you properly." Andrew nearly stumbled. He was glad that Maxwell was getting better, but he just didn't expect this kind of turn around so quickly.
Hmm. Maybe he should have. It was Maxwell Beckett, after all. Once that man made up his mind, it was made up. Andrew should have probably prepared himself for this kind of switch.
Andrew took a deep breath, calming himself before he closed the door to the fridge, sealing his fate. Then, he turned and met Maxwell's gaze.
"I'm ready." He declared, almost like he was going to war. Maxwell chuckled. Maxwell crossed his arms carefully, leaning on his hip. He tilted his head slightly to the side, watching Andrew still.
"Are you worried?" Maxwell asked, and Andrew shook his head.
"Why would I be worried? You've watched me, no, felt me prepare you before. You know that it has to happen. And if you have any questions, you have me there." Andrew said. "All I ask is that we don't do doggy style right away. I want to look into your eyes when you enter me for the first time." Maxwell's ears turned pink, but that was the only sign that he was embarrassed.
Andrew grinned as he watched Maxwell swallow.
"You think I would do that to you? We're doing classic missionary, because I know you like it." Maxwell declared hotly, and Andrew grinned.
"Awe. You paid attention." Andrew said and Maxwell snorted.
"Not that you don't like other positions, we do have to take our size differences into consideration. I can't lift you up and fuck you against a wall." Maxwell told him, as if he was trying to embarrass Andrew. Andrew could tell that it was embarrassing him more. Andrew chuckled.
"You're right. I bet there is something that we could get that could help us, if you like this. Because if you don't? I'll be fine, Maxy. If we never do it again." Andrew told him and watched as Maxwell's sexy, seductive expression shifted slightly. Like he hadn't expected that.
"Good, but I doubt that will happen." Maxwell told him, and Andrew smiled. Then, he reached out his hand towards Maxwell, offering it.
"Hold hands while we go upstairs?" Andrew asked. He wanted them to go towards the bedroom together.