(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 114: A pouting man

Chapter 114: A pouting man

It was another day of Maxwell doing work from the bedroom, but this time, Andrew did feel a little responsible. Maxwell had given him permission, but about halfway through, Maxwell had passed out.

Apparently, Andrew had been a little too intense.

Andrew had stopped counting how many times Maxwell had cum after the fifth time, and poor Maxwell was sat glaring at Andrew, his cheeks flushed and several new hickies all over his neck and shoulders.

Andrew did feel a little bit bad, but he also felt...satisfied in a way he couldn’t put into words. When Maxwell wasn’t looking at him, glaring at him, he was smiling to himself at the memory.

It was also good because Maxwell had woken up out of his heat. He was now free of it, and Maxwell told him that it was the fastest he’d ever fully come out of his heat. Small victories, right?

Andrew chuckled nervously as he brought Maxwell his lunch in bed. He had insisted on it since he didn’t want to be carried to the dining room. He was either going to walk, or not. Given his current condition, he wasn’t walking anywhere.

Andrew had apologised, but Maxwell hadn’t seen it as sincere. He saw the little smile on Andrew’s face, and had smacked him repeatedly.

Even now, as Andrew approached, Maxwell’s previous neutral face stoned over, and his turned down. He was pouting, and it was unfortunate that Andrew found him so endearing when the man was so upset with him. Andrew didn’t know that he could get so angry.

Maybe it was also because he was embarrassed? That he passed out part way through? There was no need for it. Andrew took it as a compliment that Maxwell had been so exhausted by his repetitive motions that he couldn’t take it anymore. It was flattering, and Andrew had made sure to take care of him properly after he’d passed out.

Andrew had loved being able to care for him, and for Maxwell to, even subconsciously, trust him to do so. It had been a sweet moment for Andrew, but Maxwell had not taken it the same way.

"How is my busy businessman doing today?" Andrew asked, bringing in the tray with a smile. He’d made some of Maxwell’s favourites. Well, it was always a plan to make something that was in his favourites, but he’d tried extra hard. Maxwell narrowed his eyes at the tray.

"Busy, of course." Andrew bit his lip to keep himself from smiling at the cold, calculating tone Maxwell used with him. Andrew placed the tray next to him on the bed, moving the drink to the nightstand so that it didn’t spill but was still within reach for Maxwell.

"Ah yes, of course." Andrew replied, waiting for Maxwell to say anything else. When he didn’t, and kept his gaze on the screen, Andrew let out a heavy sigh. "So? How long am I in the dog house? Am I sleeping on the couch tonight?" Andrew asked, and Maxwell jerked.

"No!" He shouted, and then covered his mouth immediately after. Even Andrew found himself surprised at Maxwell’s sudden outburst. Maxwell’s ears were pink, and they remained in the silence of the moment before he glanced away, coughing. "No. No matter what, we sleep in the same bed." He declared and Andrew felt himself nodding.

"Oh. Okay. I guess I’ll...leave you to your work then." Andrew said, before backing out and leaving the room, missing the way that Maxwell looked at him desperately.

~

It was dinner time when Andrew ventured into the bedroom again. Maxwell hadn’t called for him, so he assumed he was able to get to the bathroom on his own, but he didn’t know. Maxwell was quiet about those kinds of things.

Maxwell had his guard up again as soon as Andrew entered, and this time, Andrew sat on the edge of the bed. Michael had already been by for their lesson now that Maxwell was in the clear, and was also excited that Andrew had stabilized so much. Only a few more days before Andrew was clear to go to work in the same building as Maxwell.

The two of them could finally leave the house, and Andrew could stop feeling like he was forcing Maxwell to stay with him in the house, even if Maxwell didn’t view it that way.

"So, Michael said that I’m good to go. As long as everything else is done on your end, we can start going to work outside of the house." Andrew told him, thinking that the words were going to cheer him up, but he got the opposite effect.

Maxwell looked even more upset.

"Oh." He responded, and Andrew fiddled with his fingers, aware that the food he was making was in the oven and almost ready. He looked away from Maxwell, his heart aching as he worried about silly things.

"Are you...upset about that? I thought you would be excited. You wouldn’t have to be trapped with me in this house any longer. You know, no more worrying that you can’t walk." Andrew joked, his heart twisting. He shouldn’t have said that. He shouldn’t have said anything.

"Andrew." Maxwell spoke, and Andrew flinched. He sighed. "Fuck. I like being alone with you. It isn’t a trap. I’m going to have to deal with so many more people now that you’re able to work. I fucking hate people, and when I’m home with you, I don’t have to pretend to be someone I’m not. It’s not like whatever is in your head. I just hate that I’m going to have to share you now." Andrew turned, surprised as Maxwell stared at him, meeting his gaze. His ears were pink again.

"S-Share me?" Andrew stuttered, and Maxwell puffed his cheeks out.

"You’re a walking stud, Andrew, and now that you have alpha pheromones, I’m going to have to beat off omegas and alphas alike with a broom." Andrew felt his whole face heat and he covered it with his hands.

"You think I’m a stud? Maxwell, that’s so sweet!" Andrew’s voice was muffled by his hands, and Maxwell grumbled.

"Fuck. I can’t even stay mad at you. Come here." Maxwell ordered and Andrew did as he was told. Maxwell wrapped his arms around him, and Andrew felt his lips against his hands. "You of course are a stud. I wouldn’t choose anyone less for my partner." Maxwell told him, and Andrew uncovered his face.

He stared at the man who had wrapped his arms around him, who had been prissy and angry with him all day because he’d embarrassed him last night, and felt a smile touch his lips.

"So you aren’t mad at me anymore?" He asked, and Maxwell frowned.

"This and that are two different things." It was Andrew’s turn to pout.

"Why? All I did was make love to you." Andrew protested, and Maxwell narrowed his eyes.

"All you did? That was all you did? Andrew, I fucking-" Maxwell’s whole face went red, and Andrew had no idea what he was going to say. "You fucking made me dry orgasm again. I am not forgiving you." Maxwell declared, and Andrew gasped.

"You gave no signs that I did that! Oh Maxy, is that why you passed out? I’m sorry. I should have noticed." Andrew told him, meaning it, and that only seemed to make Maxwell more embarrassed.

"And that! You made me pass out! I lasted four fucking days with very little sleep, but a few hours of your ’love making’ and I pass out? How does that even make sense?" Andrew didn’t think that Maxwell wanted a lecture on his stamina, so he remained quiet on that topic. What he did speak on was something that he knew Maxwell had little knowledge about, and something he liked.

"That’s because they were more intense orgasms because they were withheld. We basically practised edging, Max." He chuckled. "Not basically, we did. I’m proud of you for lasting as long as you did." Andrew told him, warmly, and Maxwell stared at him.

"What?" He demanded and Andrew smiled.

"We were working on a kink that I really like. I’m sorry you didn’t enjoy it. I won’t do it again if you hate it so much." It would kill him, but he wouldn’t. Not if Maxwell truly disliked it. Maxwell stared at Andrew, watching as he grew silent, and slightly upset, and groaned.

"Fuck." He exclaimed and Andrew glanced at him. "I didn’t...it’s just embarrassing. I thought I knew so much, and yet here you are, teaching me knew things all the time. I hate it." Maxwell admitted, and Andrew sighed. He smiled, pulling the smaller man into his arms and giving him a hug. It was warm, and Andrew loved the feeling of Maxwell in his arms.

"It’s okay. I know you like to be in power. That’s why I tell you about them so you can research them. There is more power in knowledge, right? Have you looked up kinks yet?" Andrew asked, and Maxwell flushed.

"No, of course I haven’t. I have actually been busy with work, Andrew." Maxwell told him, a warning in his voice. Andrew chuckled.

"How are you so cute all the damn time? Even when you’re mad at me? It’s alright that you haven’t. If you don’t like being out of control, I can wait. We’ll do it the classic way, the ways you like. Until the mirrors arrive. Did you at least order those?" Andrew asked, and watched as Maxwell shifted uncomfortably.

"I was waiting to order them until after my brother’s wedding. I just...I don’t think I could look any of my family in the eyes if I had them up before." Andrew was surprised by his response, but he shouldn’t have.

Maxwell, like his family, were quite concerned about their image. Even amongst each other. That was clear from all of the actions he’d seen so far, but he was surprised that the mirrors would cause him an issue.

"We can make them tasteful? Who said that they had to be ugly and unsightly? We can blend them in with the furniture." Andrew told him, pressing a kiss against a kiss mark on his neck. "So, am I forgiven?" He asked again, and Maxwell groaned.

"You damn man." Maxwell grumbled, before he yanked Andrew’s face towards his own. He pressed his lips against his own in a quick, forceful kiss. "Yes. You are forgiven." He grumbled, and Andrew smiled widely.

"Thank god. That was some of the worst few hours of my life." Andrew told him, and Maxwell frowned.

"Don’t joke like that. I know it’s not true." Andrew hmmed, not downplaying Maxwell’s reaction, but thinking about it seriously.

"Well, I try not to think about those times, so their pain isn’t as sharp right now. Currently, having my boyfriend angry at me is very upsetting, so yes, it was upsetting." Maxwell’s blue eyes softened slightly at his words.

"Well, this boyfriend has forgiven you. Is that enough to chase the bad thoughts away?" Maxwell asked softly, and Andrew melted.

"Yes, it is." Andrew murmured, pressing his lips against Maxwell’s again. "But, dinner is ready. Shall we go? Will you let me carry you now?"