CHAPTER 472: IT’S GETTING HOT IN HERE (SUGGESTIVE)

Maxwell had said shower, and maybe that was how it started, but Andrew wanted more skin in skin contact. They’d gotten a better tub installed already, and Andrew just wanted to lay inside of it with Maxwell.

Andrew had forgotten, probably for his own wellbeing at the time and his sanity, how thick the omega pheromones had felt against his skin and nose. How cloying they were. Disgusting. Andrew did end up throwing up as Maxwell was getting the shower temperature ready. The look of horror on Maxwell’s face as Andrew turned and raced for the toilet was one that Andrew never wanted to see again.

Andrew didn’t even know what he threw up. It wasn’t as if he’d eaten anything since they had their therapy session. That felt like eons ago given everything that had happened in the meantime.

Maxwell was by his side the whole time. His hands, his scent a comforting reminder that Andrew wasn’t alone and he would never be stuck in that house. Ever.

Maxwell kept the shower going, leaving Andrew by the toilet and got him a few drinks to wash the taste away. He even helped Andrew brush his teeth, supporting him even though Andrew didn’t need it. Andrew realised with a start that Maxwell was treating him the same way that Andrew would treat him if their roles were reversed.

It hit him hard in the heart. He was such a sweet man. It was also not lost on him that Maxwell was using his actions towards him as a guideline for what good behaviour was. That alone made Andrew feel all soft inside.

After Andrew had puked his guts up, Maxwell made sure he was hydrated and feeling okay. Andrew had a feeling that while the man was making sure he brushed his teeth for himself, he was also making Andrew brush his teeth for Maxwell’s benefit as well.

Maxwell wasn’t saying anything, but his body sure was. Andrew caught the way that Maxwell’s cock bobbed, hard, while tending to Andrew. It was cute how the man was reacting to him even though they were in a situation where one normally wouldn’t.

Andrew couldn’t ignore it, and even though he felt like shit, as soon as he got into the shower, he was all over Maxwell.

Maxwell, of course, protested. He did not think this was the time or place for anything like what Andrew had planned. It was Andrew’s turn to beg.

"Please, Maxy? I want to get lost in you. I was surrounded by so much in there that I just..." Andrew could see that he was winning Maxwell over as he gently stroked his skin. Andrew knew part of it was because Maxwell was staring at the bite marks all over his hands and arms.

Andrew had done a good job to make sure that she didn’t always break skin, but she was a true alpha. Her jaw and teeth were changed, tougher. He looked like he’d been bitten by a vampire where the rest of her teeth hadn’t made contact.

Maxwell caved relatively easily. Maybe part of it was because Maxwell wanted to please him, but there was another part in his gaze as he slid his arms around Andrew, pressing a few kisses against his chest and throat that told Andrew a different story.

"You were covered in other omegas scents." Maxwell admitted softly. "I tried not to react in the moment because I knew you hadn’t acted on any of it. You’re mine, you’ve told me such and we’re engaged but I..." Maxwell closed his eyes, exhaling slowly. Andrew stared at the man, their chests brushing as they breathed because neither one of them could pull away from each other.

"It must have been hard." Andrew spoke softly, feeling deep pain at hearing Maxwell’s words. He never wanted to hurt the man, even if it wasn’t intentional. Maxwell’s eyes were sharp when they opened, staring at Andrew.

"Don’t even start that. I’m not upset at you over it. I’m just frustrated. It was a clear sign that you could go places that I couldn’t, and that pissed me off. There was nothing you did wrong in this situation. I’m not even upset at the omegas who you came back smelling of. How the fuck could I? I would be a terrible person if I was." Maxwell said, his voice cracking as he took a shaky breath.

Andrew’s chest grew tight.

"You wouldn’t be." Andrew told him softly. "Really, Maxy, you wouldn’t be. This was...this was a horrifying situation. I’m sure Jenny is also getting mad, or maybe frustrated is the right word for how you’re feeling. It’s okay. I would be upset if our roles were switched and you were the one who went in and got covered in alpha pheromones." Andrew felt how his heart roared even at the thought.

Another alpha all over his omega? Preposterous. Andrew would tear them apart, especially because he knew that Maxwell wouldn’t like it.

"It’s okay to be upset about it. It’s also why I want to bury myself inside of you, taste only you. I thought I was going to be sick the whole time I was in there. It was gross. I don’t like anyone else’s smell but yours. I wouldn’t be able to get upset at Nicole if she came out of this more than a little twisted because she’s like me. She had someone she wanted to have as her own and she was surrounded by that shit for a long time." Andrew’s words were soft, his grip tight as he held onto Maxwell.

They had their hands all over each other even as Maxwell was trying to convince Andrew otherwise.

"Baby, can I say something?" Maxwell whispered softly and Andrew nodded. Maxwell took a shaky breath in. "It was so hard to watch you go into that building alone. I didn’t want you to go, but I knew you would." Andrew exhaled shakily on hearing Maxwell’s words.

"Maxy..." Andrew trailed off and Maxwell sucked in.

"I don’t want to change you. I will never want to change you that way. Sometimes it’s just hard to watch you go into dangerous situations. I know we won’t have a lot of them in our lives, I will make sure of it, but this was out of my control." Maxwell told him, choking up. Andrew pulled the man against him tightly, tucking his head against his shoulder.

"You do like to be in control." Andrew muttered and Maxwell sniffed.

"You like to be in control too." Maxwell sounded like he was pouting. Andrew sighed.

"Which is why I went inside." They were silent for a long, long moment. Neither moving, just the sound of water hitting the tiles and their skin. Keeping them warm even as both were naked, pressed against each other.

Andrew could feel Maxwell’s breathing sync with his own and vice versa. It was only when the two were totally in alignment that Andrew felt at peace. Something unlocked in him and suddenly, it was like he was in rut. His blood began pumping quickly and Maxwell let out a shocked gasp.

"Andy?" He sounded strained and Andrew shuddered.

"I think it might be a response to all of the omega pheromones." Andrew admitted, shivering as it felt like his balls grew heavy immediately. His face flushed as he felt his cock harden and Maxwell shuddered.

"Holy shit. I’ve never had someone go instantly into...is this rut? Do we need to-" Maxwell was panicking, his instincts to take care of Andrew coming up against the full force of Andrew’s pheromones and how they affected his body.

Andrew squeezed Maxwell tightly.

"Breathe, Maxy. It’s okay. We don’t need to call anyone, not unless we don’t have any condoms." Andrew rasped. Maxwell let out a slightly panicked chuckle.

"We have a lot. I know my heat is supposed to be coming up soon, and we breezed past when your rut was supposed to be. I think because you’re still in your first year of adjusting to it." Andrew nodded.

"Maybe this just...jumpstarted it?" Andrew suggested, trying to breathe past his own desires. It was so overwhelming. He normally had a warm up. A few twinges here and there, thoughts he normally had but tucked away.

It was like getting slammed in the chest with a transport truck.

"Fuck. You need to get your collar on. Now." Andrew growled, taking a step back from Maxwell. Maxwell blinked, stunned as Andrew stumbled back against the tiles, his hand going up to cover his face.

"What?" Maxwell asked, shocked, and Andrew glared at him, his amber eyes flashing.

"This is-I usually have a lead up. Go put your collar on if you don’t want to regret me biting you tonight!" Andrew felt like he was shouting. He might have been, but from the way that Maxwell was looking at him, he could feel how the man was hesitating.

He wouldn’t get mad at him if he bit him tonight. Andrew could see it in his eyes. Andrew growled lowly, something that he’d heard Thomas doing earlier in the day and watched as Maxwell scanned Andrew’s full body before he stumbled, turned and showed Andrew the back of his neck.

Andrew jerked at the visceral reaction he had to the sight of the pale column of his neck as Maxwell scrambled out of the shower and grabbed the collar that he’d placed on the counter. It was normally next to Andrew’s glasses, but he wore them into the shower today.

The collar snapped onto Maxwell’s neck as the other man slid his gaze towards Andrew. He felt like a damn beast. He was sure his cock looked like one. Maxwell’s eyes were wide, like a deer in the headlights, but the sweet, delicious smell coming off of him told him that whatever reservations he had about their interactions weren’t strong enough for him to resist him.

"Here, or in the bedroom?" Andrew asked softly, his hand still covering his mouth. It might have muffled his words enough that Maxwell couldn’t hear him over the sound of the shower.

"W-What?" Maxwell asked, his eyes blinking slowly.

"Do you want the first three rounds in here, or the bedroom?" Andrew rumbled, feeling like a damn beast. He watched Maxwell’s jaw drop slightly, before the man took a moment to think. He reached over, turning off the shower and that was answer enough. Maxwell began taking steps backwards, not taking his eyes off of Andrew as he tried to leave the bathroom.

Andrew prowled after him. This was going to be a rough one, he could already tell. From the way that Maxwell was flushed from his shoulders up to his ears, the other man knew it too.