Chapter 231: Is this what having a support system feels like?
The next few days actually flew by. Between the two of them not being able to touch each other fully, and Andrew’s own workload, not even considering Maxwell’s workload, Andrew found that the two of them would get home a little later, he’d make dinner, and the two of them would go to bed relatively early.
Andrew would have to get up in the middle of the night and rub one out, but that was a different story. He knew better than to let Maxwell touch him again. After they had blown a load together, Andrew had even more of a desire for the man, not less. His dreams didn’t help either.
He kept having dreams about things he and Maxwell had already done together, and Andrew almost woke up several times about to cum. Thankfully, Maxwell was either a heavy sleeper this week, or pretending to help him save some face since he never woke up as Andrew unwrapped him from himself and headed off to the bathroom.
He’d keep the door open like he had the first time, kind of hoping that Maxwell might wake up and join him, while at the same time hoping that that didn’t happen. If Maxwell put his hands on him before the weekend, Andrew didn’t think he’d be able to stop.
He felt like a lust filled monster, unable to take his eyes off of Maxwell’s lips, his ass, even the way his nipples looked in dress shirts. He felt like a degenerate, but at least he was upholding his side of the bargain since Maxwell had upheld his half.
Speaking of, it hadn’t been radio silence from Maxwell’s parents since they had opened up to them. Maxwell’s Dad was around a lot more, helping Maxwell out in ways that wouldn’t step on his toes. He let Maxwell focus on the projects he had recently started, like the daycare and cafeteria plans while he took over some of the older contracts. Specifically, contracts with alphas that Thomas thought might have ulterior motives.
Maxwell had protested at first, until it became clear that Thomas was right to step in. The request for meetings diminished, and work wasn’t questioned. Thomas’ jaw grew tighter, but he never blamed his son, or even anyone working with him. He always blamed the alphas who were trying to start something.
Maxwell’s Mom was also around a lot more. She didn’t interrupt their lunch dates, but she did show up mid afternoon to check on both Maxwell and Andrew, dropping in, elaborately dressed, make-up done to perfection, every bit the model that she was, while also showing off any power she had.
She made sure that Mr. Newman, Andrew and Maxwell knew of the plans she had made without making it obvious what her plans were to the public. As far as they knew, she had made fitting appointments for Andrew and Maxwell for something frivolous like clothes. Maxwell and Andrew knew it was for the Doctor, and unlike what Maxwell had thought, his Mom had gotten him in a lot sooner.