Chapter 332: Maxwell’s hiding something
Maxwell was barely holding it together.
He was glad that Andrew hadn’t really noticed how bad everything was, but from their conversation in the morning, he wasn’t completely oblivious to what was going on.
Maxwell felt like he was a sex crazed monster. It was a sudden development, and he was so clearly out of his heat that he was beginning to think that there was something wrong. He was also glad that Andrew hadn’t noticed that Maxwell had stolen his used shirt out of the hamper and brought it to work with him. He was glad that the man had been so focused on chattering on about if Richard liked the place to not notice that Maxwell was shoving the clothes that smelt like him into his work bag.
He was also glad that Andrew hadn’t visited him in his office at lunch and found him huffing said used shirt like he was some kind of pervert. Because he was.
He hadn’t lied to Andrew when he said that the Doctor had cleared him of all concerns. The doctor had been concerned about Maxwell’s blanking out, but had told Maxwell that the other things? Completely normal.
Maxwell was just feeling safe enough to show off normal, omega characteristics.
He was nesting. With Andrew’s things. That was completely normal.
Maxwell still felt embarrassed hearing those words. Nesting? Him? The Maxwell Beckett was nesting for an alpha, and not just an alpha, a true alpha?
It was a lot to take in.
So, his new behaviour, the sheer panic he felt when Andrew said he was going to do anything sexual alone or otherwise? It was shocking, startling. He knew he loved the man, Maxwell had come to that conclusion ages ago, when he was still in a relationship with someone else. But getting jerky, panicky all because the man touched his own cock by himself?
That was new.