Chapter 21: The crazy ex-girlfriend
"Sir? Are you alright?" Both of them froze at the voice. Andrew did not recognise it, but Maxwell did. Andrew watched as Maxwell went white.
"Stay in the living room!" He shouted, sitting up in Andrew’s lap, and he groaned. He took the loss of Maxwell’s heat personally. Maxwell was quickly, but safely, trying to get off of Andrew, but when he put his foot down on the ground, his knees gave out. Andrew caught him, holding him upright as Maxwell’s face flushed.
"Max, are you okay?" Maxwell didn’t have a chance to answer when the voice from before yelled again, but slightly closer, clearer.
"Are you alright? Are you injured? Have things taken a turn since we spoke?" Maxwell chuckled, glancing at Andrew’s still erect cock standing proud between them, the condom full.
"They’ve taken a turn, but not negatively. Andrew has remained sane, surprisingly." Andrew cleared his throat.
"Maxwell and I will be out shortly. I won’t jump him in the five minutes it’ll take us to get dressed." There was silence on the other side of the wall, and Maxwell took this time to gain the strength back in his legs. When he was able to stand on his own, he took Andrew’s hand, who was still without his glasses, and led him to the bathroom to clean up again.
Neither of them had waited for a response from the assistant and Doctor.
It was after Maxwell had tenderly taken off the condom on Andrew’s cock and cleaned him up that the man chuckled again.
"Well, I certainly didn’t expect you to fuck me until I was legless." He muttered quietly, and Andrew wondered if the people outside were alphas and omegas. Andrew sniffed.
"Well, if I had more time, I would have-" he cut himself off, raising his head as he felt Maxwell’s gaze on him. He could feel his cheeks heating.
"If you had more time, what? You would have fucked me until I couldn’t walk? Until I couldn’t breathe? What, Andrew?" Maxwell’s tone was light, teasing, but held a hint of a threat. Andrew cleared his throat.