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.
