"Sir? Are you alright?" Both of them froze at the voice. Andrew did not recognise it, but Maxwell did. Andrew watched as Maxwell went white.
"Stay in the living room!" He shouted, sitting up in Andrew's lap, and he groaned. He took the loss of Maxwell's heat personally. Maxwell was quickly, but safely, trying to get off of Andrew, but when he put his foot down on the ground, his knees gave out. Andrew caught him, holding him upright as Maxwell's face flushed.
"Max, are you okay?" Maxwell didn't have a chance to answer when the voice from before yelled again, but slightly closer, clearer.
"Are you alright? Are you injured? Have things taken a turn since we spoke?" Maxwell chuckled, glancing at Andrew's still erect cock standing proud between them, the condom full.
"They've taken a turn, but not negatively. Andrew has remained sane, surprisingly." Andrew cleared his throat.
