Chapter 393: Maxwell is a diligent student (m)
Andrew wasn’t as nervous as Maxwell was. Andrew could tell. The man had made up his mind, but he was in uncharted territory for him. That alone normally made Maxwell a little testy, because he liked to be in control.
Andrew thought it was very cute that the man was trying so hard to behave like he knew exactly what was going on. Andrew didn’t say anything against that as he suggested they get a shower. Andrew was going to have to clean up down there, and Maxwell was anxious to learn and help out.
Maxwell had never really had to clean up below. A product of him being an omega as well as a man. Andrew, being a beta before and now a true alpha would absolutely need to clean up. He didn’t mind teaching Maxwell about it either.
The two of them stood under the warm water, Maxwell watching intently as Andrew cleaned himself out. He was behaving as if he’d never seen an asshole before, and it was making Andrew rather embarrassed.
"Maxy, you gotta stop looking at me like that." Andrew muttered. Maxwell was standing behind him, hand on his chin, looking contemplative as Andrew worked on cleaning himself out.
"Like what? I’m simply watching an expert at work." Maxwell said casually, truly meaning it. That only made Andrew more nervous.
"I’m not an expert. I’ve been...not bottoming for years now, Maxy." Andrew reminded him but Maxwell wasn’t listening. Without much warning, the man stepped up and out of Andrew’s line of sight. Andrew let out a shout as he felt Maxwell’s fingers gently stroke along his own. "M-Max! Warn me when you do that!" Andrew chastised, his breath coming in panicked breaths. Maxwell let out a soft exhale.
"Sorry. I just got curious. You don’t get wet, right?" Maxwell murmured and Andrew let out a harsh breath.
"No. I’m not an omega or a woman. Men typically don’t get wet if they are betas or alphas." Andrew told him and Maxwell made a soft noise in the back of his throat.
"I just realised we don’t have condoms for you. You can’t get pregnant, right? I know through basic health class that is the case, but I just want to make sure." Maxwell told him and Andrew had to face forward. He stared at the tiles, his face warm as he came to terms with the fact that they were going to do this.
Maxwell was staring at his ass, touching his asshole with gentle fingers and asking him real questions. Practical questions.
"We should check the drawers. Just to make sure. I can’t remember if we unpacked normal condoms or not. Michael might have brought them over as a gag gift, or just to be safe. Not that I don’t want you to cum inside of me, I just think we should practise safe sex. Especially on the first go around." Andrew hesitated. "If you like it, we don’t need to use condoms." Andrew said carefully.
Andrew shuddered when he felt Maxwell’s warm lips against his shoulder blade.
"You made a grandiose statement about how I like cum, but here you are, suggesting that I cum inside of you without a condom. You’re a little cum slut too, aren’t you?" Maxwell’s soft words had Andrew’s cock standing up.
"W-Well, it’s just a suggestion. I mean, I won’t lie and say that I don’t like the sight of cum dripping out of you but...I’m not sure if you’d like to see the same from me." Andrew muttered, hoping that the sound of the water hitting their bodies and the tiles below them would muffle his words.
Maxwell’s soft chuckle told him that wasn’t the case.
"Andy. I think you’ve cleaned up enough on your own. We should take this to the bed now." Maxwell pressed another kiss against Andrew’s shoulder blade and Andrew shuddered. "Make sure to take your glasses with you. I want you to be able to see what I’m doing." Maxwell’s voice was full of promise and Andrew gulped. He was excited, and nervous at the same time.
This was either going to be a great thing, or a terrible thing.
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Andrew found himself pushed back onto their bed with Maxwell hovering over him. Maxwell had a calculating look on his face, as if he was weighing his options. It wasn’t as if Maxwell was new to sex, clearly, but the way that he was looking at Andrew...
Andrew didn’t think he’d been looked at like that since their first time together. Like he was trying to gauge how Andrew was going to react. How much was he going to enjoy this?
Andrew didn’t realise he was pulling himself up the bed until his head bumped against the headboard and he looked back in surprise. Maxwell let out a soft chuckle and Andrew turned his gaze towards him. His eyes were soft, but determined.
"Are you scared now that we’re actually doing this? You were so supportive and so excited before now, but as soon as the time comes, you’re running away? I didn’t take you for such a coward, Andy." Maxwell’s words were like a punch to the gut. Andrew clenched his teeth, letting out a slow exhale.
"I’m not backing out of this, I’m just...I expected to have more time to think about this. To chew the idea up in my mouth. I’m excited, and nervous, but I’m not scared." Andrew told the man who was slowly spreading Andrew’s legs wider so that he could crawl in between them.
"Oh good. I would hate for you to get cold feet now. Though I would honour it, I would be terribly upset about it." Maxwell teased as he reached over Andrew and his hand headed for the drawer. Normally it was Andrew who was reaching for the drawer, so it was a bit of a strange experience to have Maxwell do it. Not a bad feeling, just strange.
Watching Maxwell grab the lube, the cum lube, and lean back on his knees had Andrew swallowing thickly. Maxwell was focused on the task at hand, pouring the lube over his own fingers and rolling it there, warming it up. He didn’t use a lot, and Andrew wondered why. It wasn’t like it was he was used to it, but when he smiled up at Andrew and spoke, he understood why.
"I just want to go slow at first. I don’t want to just thrust my cock in all willy nilly, get my goods and then leave you high and dry. That’s my concern, remember? So I’m just going to get used to this. It might feel like I’m just playing with you, but I promise I’m just trying to get used to being on this side of things." It was a sweet sentiment. Maxwell’s words were soft, but firm, and Andrew let out a soft exhale.
"Alright. Let me know if you need any help. Especially if you get too nervous and lose your hard on. My mouth is free." Andrew offered up, hoping to get a rise out of the serious man on his knees before him. Pleasure rushed through him as Maxwell’s face warmed and he gave Andrew an angry glare.
Maxwell reached up and slapped his abs. Just enough to sting, not to punish.
"Could you be serious here? I don’t want to hurt you." Maxwell muttered and Andrew grinned.
"The only way you could hurt me is if you didn’t use any lube at all. You’re already on the right track." Andrew told him and watched as Maxwell worried his lip before he adjusted Andrew’s body again. Maxwell was making sure he had a full view of Andrew’s ass and Andrew did his best to relax his body. To ready himself for Maxwell’s fingers in, on and around his asshole.
Andrew’s knees were up, his legs bent, as Maxwell slowly began to tease him. His fingers were slippery, a little cold still, but that was fine. They warmed up fast enough. Andrew stared up at the ceiling as Maxwell continued to swirl his finger around his clenched asshole. He was doing his best to relax as he heard Maxwell open the lube bottle again.
"Are you doing okay? You’re twitching down here." Maxwell asked carefully and Andrew let out a snort.
"Angel, I know that you’re used to it, but it’s been years. My body is going to be resistant to something coming in that end. Hate to break it to you." Andrew said, smirking up at the ceiling.
"Do you want me to stop?" Maxwell asked and Andrew snorted again.
"No. I said it’s not used to it, not that it can’t get used to it. Just go slow, alright?" Andrew told him with a chuckle. Maxwell let out a soft sigh.
"Okay. I’m going slow. Are you alright if I push a finger in now?" His voice was soft, and Andrew dropped his gaze between his legs to meet Maxwell’s worried one. Andrew nodded, and Maxwell exhaled slowly before pushing a finger inside of Andrew.
It was a strange feeling. After so long, it was a little uncomfortable, but not too strange. It was like...picking up a skill he had thrown to the side a while ago, and now he was stretching his muscles again. Maxwell didn’t know what to do.
Once he stuck his finger inside, he did nothing, and Andrew chuckled.
"You can move it, Maxy. I’m not going to freak out. Just feels a bit strange right now. You need to move the lube around." Andrew told him, watching him with a warm, caring expression. Maxwell met his gaze, and glanced down at the finger he had in Andrew’s ass before he moved. He leaned over, and Andrew could tell what he wanted.
He met him halfway, their lips meeting in a tentative kiss that quickly deepened as Maxwell began to wiggle his finger around. Andrew almost thought it was cute how he was moving around.
"Max, you can be more confident. You can just do what you would want to do to yourself." Andrew told him against his lips and watched as Maxwell gulped.
"You already warned me that you aren’t like me. I can’t just vigorously thrust my fingers into you without a care. That feels like it goes against what you already said." Maxwell sounded distressed and Andrew froze, before he started laughing. "You can’t laugh. You’re squeezing my finger." Maxwell warned and Andrew laughed harder.
"Just imagine that’s going to be your cock, and hurry up Maxy. I want you inside of me." Andrew told him, pulling him in for another kiss. Maxwell looked flushed when Andrew pulled away, and a little dazed.
"Fuck. This isn’t fair. I want to be inside of you while you’re inside of me." Maxwell complained and Andrew grinned.
"After, Angel. Now, you know where your prostate is, right?"