(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 102: A little white lie

Chapter 102: A little white lie

After Maxwell had gotten his fill, Andrew took a moment in the bathroom to recover himself. Compose himself. It wouldn’t do either of them any good if both of them didn’t have their head on straight.

Not in this circumstance.

Andrew thought that Maxwell was going to be fine, but he also took Michael’s warnings seriously. And there were his own feelings involved now. Once Maxwell’s heat had gone down to what most would consider a ’manageable level’, Andrew’s own body had begun to act up.

It was actually a good thing that Maxwell had slept for so long. It gave Andrew time to freak the fuck out. He’d had a whole day just to stare at his new face, his new fangs without Maxwell telling him everything was going to be fine in the background.

Not that he hated that Maxwell cared about him so much. But sometimes...sometimes you needed to just freak out for a little bit.

There was also the issue with his height. And his body.

Andrew had outgrown his clothes in the 24 hours after 4 full days he’d spent with Maxwell during his heat. He was grateful that Maxwell hadn’t noticed yet, and that Michael had planned for this. He was already on the biggest size that Michael had brought, and had been too embarrassed to bring it up to Michael when he’d been panicking about his teeth coming in.

But it had happened. Andrew had grown. Again. It had been painful, and he’d been in agony besides Maxwell in the bed. He hadn’t wanted to wake him, so he’d moved himself to the bathroom and just...lay on the cool tiles there.

There had been a small part of him that had worried that Maxwell would get up and walk in on him in the bathroom, but then he’d brush it off. There was no way Maxwell was walking unassisted for a while. He’d snort at that, the thought bringing him some comfort, before drifting into a dreamless slumber that would be interrupted by the pain.

But it was nowhere near what he’d been through when he first manifested. He also knew that if he was truly in bad shape, Maxwell was in the bedroom just around the corner. He would never leave Andrew alone like this. Never. Andrew was certain that if something was truly wrong, Maxwell would wake up from his dead sleep and be there for Andrew in a heartbeat.

That brought him enough comfort to remain on the bathroom floor until the pain faded, and he was a fucking giant. God, he’d already felt like he’d been tall before, but now? Now he felt like a damn giraffe.

How the hell was he going to be able to kiss Maxwell now? The poor man was going to have to climb him like a damn tree. That wasn’t very sophisticated, so Andrew had a feeling his free kisses were going to diminish. It was an awful thought that left him in a dark mood as he moved around the house, cleaning up the mess they’d made from the heat itself.

Andrew must have been on a breaking spree, because for every two things he cleaned, he broke one. He was so mad at himself, for adjusting to his new body, and then having it change again. It was so fucking annoying, but there was nothing he could do. Beyond blaming the people who put him in this situation.

His father and Tracey. They were the two people to blame in this fucked up situation.

But, now that Maxwell was awake, and the house was more or less cleaned up, there were other things to worry about. Like how Maxwell was going to function, and heal from his experience. What he was going to eat, how he was going to do his work. All the things that Andrew had tried to consider, but knew nothing about.

Thankfully, Maxwell had things in place for heats, so it was a smooth transition. He had a little laptop he could work from while he was in bed, and Andrew’s job was to take care of him until all the heat pheromones were gone, and Maxwell could walk on his own.

It was an easy job. Andrew always wanted to take care of Maxwell. And being able to help him without much protest from Maxwell? It was amazing, but Andrew could tell that Maxwell could sense something was different.

"Andrew, where are your normal clothes? That I bought for you?" It was the first question that he asked that felt like a warning. Andrew began sweating, trying to think of a reason as Maxwell stared at him from their bed, his blue eyes spark, piercing.

"W-We made quite a mess, and at some point, you tore some of them." Andrew said, not quite telling a lie. But not the full truth either. They were torn, but by Andrew’s hands.

Maxwell, however, didn’t take Andrew’s words at face value, and Andrew knew it.

"Hmm. You look...bigger. Did you-"

"No!" Andrew cut him off, and fled the room. Maxwell watched him as he did, his eyes narrowing.

It went one for two more days, until the day that Andrew had been waiting for arrived. Maxwell was able to walk unassisted to the bathroom on his own, and was able to get himself dressed on his own now, but walking further made his legs quake. It was quite cute to see the smaller man struggle, holding onto the walls, determination in his gaze.

Andrew knew his head would get bitten off if he said it out loud, so he kept the thoughts to himself. Instead, he planned a little surprise for Maxwell. A small celebration of sorts. And made sure to do it in the dining room just so that Maxwell had a change of pace. That, and he could do it without worrying that Maxwell was watching him. He knew Maxwell’s guard was up. Maxwell wasn’t an idiot. He knew something was up, but Andrew just...he wanted to pretend that nothing had changed for just a bit longer. Just a little bit more.

"Maxy, I made breakfast!" Andrew called, and glanced into the bedroom. Maxwell was typing away on his computer, but as soon as Andrew called, he shifted, plugging in the computer and putting it on the nightstand beside him. Andrew’s heart warmed at the simple action. The easy way that Maxwell just accepted that it was breakfast, and it was time to eat.

He bent over, holding onto his heart. Damn it, it was killing him not telling him the whole truth, but he was worried about what he would do when he found it out.

So, he planned a little surprise, a little cheer-me-up, and hoped that Maxwell would like it.

Taking off his apron, he checked that everything was ready, and the table was set, before he went to grab Maxwell. Confusion washed over his face as he noticed that Andrew hadn’t come in with the tray that he normally did for meal times. Andrew hadn’t forced Maxwell to eat in the dining room this whole time just so he could spring this surprise on him.

"I set it up in the dining room today. Let’s try to get back to our normal routine, alright? Did you want me to carry you, or did you want to walk on your own"?" Andrew asked, and watched as Maxwell weighed both options. He was fine with either, but was partial to carrying him. He just liked having Maxwell close.

"I’ll walk. It’s just the dining room?" Maxwell asked, and Andrew nodded. He waited by the door, knowing better than to rush to Maxwell’s side at the slightest sign of problems. Maxwell had already given him an earful for not letting him stretch his legs, so Andrew knew better. Wait till he came to him.

Escorting Maxwell was easy. He loved feeling the way Maxwell curled his fingers around his forearm, holding onto him tightly as his legs wobbled beneath him. It was even more rewarding when Maxwell came to a stop after seeing what Andrew had done to the dining room.

He hadn’t gone all out, but he’d lit some candles, decorated the table, and set out their meals. It was soft, and romantic, and hoped beyond all hope that Maxwell liked it.

"What’s all this?" Maxwell asked, confusion on his face, and Andrew gently nudged him, getting him moving again. Maxwell’s steps were slowed, and when Andrew helped him sit down, he watched as Maxwell swallowed thickly. "Andrew? What did you do all this for?" He asked, turning his gaze towards him. Andrew couldn’t stop the giant smile from splitting his cheeks, and he leaned in, pressing a kiss against his forehead.

"Happy one month, Maxwell! Thank you for dating me." Andrew told him, proudly, happily, and watched as Maxwell’s hard exterior just fell apart. He looked down at the plate before him, a plate of pancakes with fresh fruit and a homemade syrup, and Andrew watched as his eyes watered.

Sniffing, Maxwell wiped at his eyes as Andrew took a seat next to him, taking his free hand in his own. He wasn’t panicking, because he knew that Maxwell wasn’t upset. He didn’t smell that way.

"This is...so like you." Maxwell whispered, before giving Andrew a smile. He motioned for Andrew to come closer, and Andrew happily obliged. He was rewarded with a deep, thorough kiss that had a flush on both of their faces when Maxwell pulled away. "You damn charmer. How did you keep track of something like this?" Maxwell demanded, and Andrew grinned.

"I put it in my calendar. It’s a big day, you know. Not many get to say they dated Maxwell Beckett for a whole month." Maxwell narrowed his eyes, and pinched Andrew’s nose in punishment. Andrew laughed.

"Ha ha. Very funny. I would throw that back at you. Not many get to date the son of the founder of the A & D firm." Andrew’s cheeks flamed at the reminder and Maxwell grew smug. Maxwell turned his attention back to the food. "So, pancakes and...what is this syrup?" Maxwell asked, and Andrew felt his cheeks warm for a different reason.

"Oh, well...that’s what...you smell like to me." Andrew admitted softly, and Maxwell froze. He let out a slow, shaky exhale before he turned to Andrew.

"You are not making this easy to keep my hands off of you." Maxwell protested, and Andrew couldn’t get the smile off of his face.

"I wasn’t really trying."