Chapter 17: Blurry, but still there
Andrew's head felt stuffy, and his body didn't feel like his own. He felt like he was floating through this experience, as he followed the blob that smelled like Maxwell.
"Did you take your pills?" He felt himself ask, concerned for the omega in front of him. He didn't want to hurt him. He never wanted to hurt him.
"Andrew, that's the third time you've asked. Yes, I've taken my pills. Stop worrying." Andrew couldn't help it. He really didn't want to hurt him. He knew something had changed within him. He felt hot, even though he knew he probably had frostbite or something close to it. He had a craving for...something, but he just couldn't put his finger on it, but knew that whatever he was craving, Maxwell had.
That terrified him.
Andrew was twice the size of Maxwell. He'd never seen Maxwell outside of a crisp dress shirt and pressed pants, but he had a feeling he wasn't built from muscle. He knew omega body types. Apparently, he'd slept with at least one, but he knew what his Mom had looked like. She had been soft, delicate. Squishy when she was at her ideal weight, and thin when she had begun to get ill. It was worse later.
"I just-"
"If you say you don't want to hurt me one more time, I am not held responsible for what I do to you in retaliation." That had Andrew coming to a halt. What did that mean?
"W-What would you do to me?" Andrew asked, as Maxwell led him through his house by the hand. Andrew really liked holding Maxwell's hand, since it was so small and soft, but he wasn't sure how Maxwell would take that. So he kept his mouth shut. Maxwell's sigh took Andrew out of his head for a moment.
"What would I do to you?" He repeated, as the view changed from blurry dark shapes to blurry white shapes. "What would you like me to do to you, Andrew?" Andrew nearly swallowed his tongue.