(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 103: A breakfast for two

Chapter 103: A breakfast for two

The two somehow managed to keep their hands off of each other. It might have to do with how good Andrew’s food smelled, but he wasn’t going to take credit for that. It was all Maxwell’s willpower. Andrew barely had any when it came to the man, and was willing to give the other full credit.

Watching Maxwell eat was like watching a piece of artwork move and act. He was such a clean eater, and watching him enjoy the food that Andrew made, made his heart warm. It wasn’t obvious, but if you paid close enough attention, you could tell what he liked and didn’t.

Thankfully, it appeared that everything Andrew had made this time, he liked. His brows would draw together every time he had something that he liked, and it was almost like he was pretending that he didn’t really like the food. He would have several bites of another food, or several, before going back for a slightly bigger bite. It was adorable, and got even cuter the more he observed it.

Andrew was pretty sure Maxwell had no idea that he did it, and that made the moment even more precious. He would keep his observations to himself forever.

"Do you like the pancakes?" Andrew asked eventually, practically staring at the other man as he ate. Maxwell’s ears were pink, and he was clearly embarrassed.

"I...yes. They are very good." Maxwell said, and Andrew grinned.

"What about the syrup? Do you like it?" Andrew had done his best, but it was hard to get it exactly right. He did have quite a few spices in the house, but it seemed he was missing the right one to get the exact depth of the scent right.

Maxwell made a face, and Andrew hid his laughter. Maxwell was doing his best to say nice things, and Andrew appreciated it. But he knew that the syrup wasn’t for him. And how could he blame him?

Andrew didn’t really like pancakes all that much. He was more of a french toast kind of guy, but watching Maxwell relish every bite he took of the pancakes themselves truly told Andrew all that he needed to know. They both liked each other, but not exactly...

Shaking his head, he smiled at Maxwell warmly, and Maxwell sighed.

"It’s...interesting." He said, and Andrew burst into laughter. Maxwell frowned further as Andrew continued to laugh. Maxwell had only touched it once, and that was it. He didn’t even go back for a second taste, and his face had remained so completely neutral during that bite that Andrew had worried if he was alright.

Trying to control himself, Andrew wheezed, before coughing, and covering his mouth. His shoulders trembled as he tried to regain his composure, and the longer this went on, the deeper Maxwell’s frown got.

"Why are you laughing so hard?" He demanded, and that almost sent Andrew off on another laughing fit. It took about two solid minutes before he was able to control himself, and in that time, Maxwell had put down his fork and knife and was staring at him with his arms crossed.

Andrew’s cheeks hurt from laughing and smiling, but he couldn’t help himself. This man was just too loveable.

"I just...I could tell you didn’t like it. You barely touched it." Andrew told him, smiling. "It’s okay if you don’t. I didn’t get it exactly right anyways. It’s...missing something." Andrew admitted, and Maxwell stared at him in silence for a moment.

"I just...I guess it’s just a lot for me." Maxwell said. "There’s a lot going on in it." He admitted, and Andrew smiled. Unable to help himself, he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against his forehead. Maxwell stared at him when he pulled back.

"Well, good thing I like things that are complex." Andrew said and Maxwell narrowed his eyes.

"Come here." He growled, yanking Andrew close again and kissing him deeply. Andrew, never one to refuse Maxwell’s whims, did as was asked of him.

The kiss tasted of maple, butter, and something a little more pungent. Neither of them seemed to mind, taking their time enjoying the taste of the other. It was a deep, but slow kiss. One that neither wanted to break.

They only separated when a knock sounded at the door, and this time, it was Andrew who growled. His gaze turned towards the front door, locked on with such malice that Maxwell had never seen before.

Maxwell’s eyes went wide as Andrew threw an angry, aggressive look towards the door.

"Andy? What’s wrong?" Maxwell asked softly, placing his hand on Andrew’s chest. The touch soothed him, but Andrew still felt on edge. He did not want anyone near Maxwell. Not when he was like this. He felt like a monster, but one who wasn’t able to fight his base desires.

"I don’t want anyone near you right now." Andrew growled, and Maxwell stared at the man.

"Why?" Maxwell asked. Andrew managed to tear his gaze away from the door to look down at him, and only found curiousity. He had worried he was going to find fear. He knew he was showing a different side to him, and Andrew hated it. He only wanted to be sweet to Maxwell. Show off his good sides. He felt that he had shown him too many of his bad ones.

"I...It’s a new feeling. I just...the idea of other alphas around you right now, when you still smell..." Andrew inhaled, smelling the deep, rich scent that was still lingering. Maxwell was mostly out of his heat, but he didn’t want to take any chances. "I don’t want anyone else to be able to smell that. That’s....that’s mine." Andrew declared, and then felt his eyes widen in surprise. Maxwell’s expression mimicked his own.

"That’s...yours?" He repeated slowly, incredulously, and Andrew felt his body begin to sweat.

"Uh, fuck, I mean, you aren’t, no one can-" Maxwell covered his mouth with his hand, and Andrew gulped. The look he was giving him...was he in big trouble? He shouldn’t have said that. Treating a person like they are an object is not a good thing, and Andrew had never meant to voice that new thought of his.

It had come with the teeth and growth spurt. This desire to possess and own Maxwell. It scared Andrew. He didn’t want to do that to him. Maxwell was his own person, and he was afraid that this strong possession could hurt him. He never wanted that. It was one of the reasons he so willingly agreed to bite him right away. He was still riding that possessiveness.

"Baby, do you think I belong to you?" Maxwell asked, and Andrew groaned. Fuck. He wasn’t going to be able to lie to Maxwell, and the man knew it. From the way his eyes curled at the corners, their blue depths so calm and still. He was soooo fucked.

Andrew, his mouth still covered, looked away from Maxwell but nodded his head. He felt like a monster. He was not expecting Maxwell to grab his face with both hands and kiss his lips, before he began to pepper his face with light, quick kisses.

"That’s hot as well." Maxwell whispered between kisses, and like that, Andrew melted into the other man’s hands.

"You don’t hate my thoughts?" Andrew asked softly as Maxwell continued to kiss every exposed inch of Andrew’s face. Both of them having forgotten the reason this conversation was happening in the first place.

"Andy, I declared you as mine in front of my Father. And Dr. Smith. Do you think I would give a single fuck if you thought I was yours?" Maxwell’s blue gaze grew bright, warm, and Andrew felt a different kind of shiver run down his spine. "God, I want to lick you up. I’m worried I’ll never get enough of you." Maxwell whispered, pausing his assault to stare at the other man’s face. His gaze swept over him, and Maxwell gently pushed Andrew’s glasses up onto of his head to press soft, warm kisses against both of his eyes.

Andrew wrapped his hands around Maxwell’s wrists, holding onto the man as he stole his heart all over again.

"I hope you never grow tired of me." Andrew whispered, and Maxwell sighed.

"And I hope you never grow tired of me." Maxwell admitted softly. Andrew felt his eyes widen, as even this close he could see Maxwell’s expressions clearly.

"Me? Grow tired of you? It’s never going to happen." Andrew declared intently. "But you have so many better options out there, so I worry that someone else could catch your attention." Maxwell’s gaze narrowed and he pressed a firm, almost bruising kiss against Andrew’s lips.

"Who would be better than a man who is the perfect house husband? Who feeds me, cleans up our house, pampers me, makes me whatever I want, and dicks me down so good I can’t walk straight for several days? Hmm? Who else is going to be able to do that, Baby?" Andrew made a face and Maxwell squeezed his face. "No one. Not a single other person could do that. You handle me and my mood swings like a pro. Like it’s easy. I know I’m not easy, but you’ve never complained." Andrew scoffed.

"Mood swings? You’re just passionate. I love watching you get like that." Maxwell’s expression melted at Andrew’s sincere words, and he pressed more kisses against his skin.

"See? Where else would I find someone like you? You’re a one in a billion kind of man, Andrew, and I don’t want to even consider anyone else after finding you. They’d all look like fucking squid anyways. You’re too handsome for your own good." Andrew blushed.

"M-Me? Handsome?" Maxwell chuckled.

"Of course you’re handsome. You’re tall, well built, you have natural blonde hair and good features, and those big, brown eyes of yours. Plus, your skin tone is super sexy too." Maxwell said, before he pressed a kiss against Andrew’s lips and grinned. "And you have a big dick too. That’s only going to get bigger. God, that turns me on like nothing else. And you’re always hard for me. No, there is no chance I’m wandering. Not after you declared I’m yours. You’ll have to kill me to get rid of me." Andrew’s grip grew tight on Maxwell’s wrists.

"I would never-"

"Relax, Baby, I was just making a point. I know you wouldn’t. Calm down, and give me a kiss."