Chapter 221: A walk down memory lane (suggestive)
Andrew had a barnacle for a boyfriend. Maxwell wouldn’t let the man go. Andrew didn’t mind, and honestly, he was glad for it. It proved to him that Maxwell wanted to be around him, and was also a good workout. Having to carry the man around made him feel strong, needed.
Maxwell only got down when it was time to eat, or Andrew had to go to the bathroom. Beyond that, all night, he carried him everywhere. When they sat down to watch t.v. on the couch, Maxwell was in Andrew’s lap, nuzzled into his neck like he couldn’t get enough of him. Andrew loved all of this affection, but it was quite stimulating after a week of no contact, serious emotions, and everything else.
Andrew understood where Maxwell’s desire came from. Andrew had had the same reaction, or a similar one when he first manifested. Maxwell had been patient with him, so Andrew was going to have to do the same. Be kind, patient and understanding.
He needed to chop his cock off, that’s what. It had a mind of its own, and even if he could feel Maxwell’s little smirk against his throat, he didn’t make any more comments on it after Andrew’s rather impassioned words at the front door.
Actually, Maxwell’s new behaviour had helped Andrew get over the block in his mind about entering the house again. He’d frozen, balking at the idea of coming back into the house, but with Maxwell asking to be carried all over the house by him, Andrew wasn’t allowed to hesitate for long when entering certain spaces.
The bedroom? There had been a worry in Andrew about entering that space, but Maxwell needed to change, and he should too. So, he entered without much fuss, and found that nothing had really changed.
Almost alarmingly so. When Andrew asked where Maxwell had been sleeping, Maxwell had shut his mouth and refused to speak. His face, not just his ears had turned pink, and even when Andrew had gently coaxed him, the man had refused to speak. He’d just stormed off towards his closet and began to change.
Andrew, who knew better than to catch a glimpse of that creamy skin of his, had turned and gotten changed himself. Where Maxwell had slept still plagued him, but there was also the possibility that he simply hadn’t. Collapsing when it got to be too much. That would explain some of the reactions that some of the people who worked for the company had towards Andrew. If they viewed him as some kind of sleeping tonic for Maxwell, who managed to get him a good night’s rest, or managed his health in general, it would make sense.
They would probably have the most absurd reactions towards him, or advice to offer. Mr. Newman and Maxwell coming to pick him up and drop him off would make sense. That was one of the running theories that he had about what happened while he was gone.