Chapter 86: A man who spirals over little things
When Andrew pulled into their driveway about 40 minutes later, Andrew’s grip on the wheel had turned his knuckles white. He’d been anxious the whole way driving home, hoping that Maxwell was okay and that nothing had gone wrong. Maxwell was carefree about the whole thing.
When they pulled into the garage, and after the doors had closed, Maxwell flung open his door after taking off his seatbelt and held his arms out to Andrew. Andrew frowned, but didn’t avoid the man. He felt he had to take 100% of the fault here.
Maxwell needed help getting back into the house once they had arrived. His legs were not working the way he wanted them to, and Andrew couldn’t blame him. After all, Andrew had prevented him from moving the last round, and he’d had a hard time getting into his seat after.
Andrew kind of felt like a piece of shit, but it was Maxwell who was all giggles and smiles after their hot sexcapades in the car. In fact, he looked refreshed, happy, and glowing.
"Carry me to the bathroom, would you? I want to take the pill now, just in case." Maxwell said, and Andrew’s stomach dropped. Having Maxwell in his arms was no hardship. He’d carry Maxwell wherever he wanted. It just made him feel like a piece of shit to be reminded that he’d lost control.
He’d fucked up one of Maxwell’s expensive cars too.
He knew his thoughts were spiraling, but he had no idea how to talk him out of this loop. Yes, Maxwell had wanted him to cum inside, but that didn’t mean Andrew didn’t worry about the consequences of their actions. Of his actions. Maxwell even said that he didn’t expect that much cum to come out of Andrew.
This sense of guilt was eating him alive as he took Maxwell carefully, gingerly across the first floor and placed him gently on the counter of the bathroom. He searched for the pills, found them, and handed them to Maxwell delicately, while also getting him a glass to drink some water out of if he needed it.
Maxwell was busy reading the box, making sure he took the right amount, before popping four pills into his hand and dry swallowing them. Andrew blinked, shocked, while Maxwell pushed his hair out of his face with a dirty grin.