(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 157: Big brother, big paws

Chapter 157: Big brother, big paws

Thomas dropped them off at the front doors, Michael getting out as well since he still needed to speak in private with Andrew about his condition. It was the end of his lunch period, but Maxwell assured him that everyone would be understanding that he needed a few extra moments.

Maxwell didn’t seem to want to part with Andrew in the lobby, since they had to take opposite elevators, and Andrew felt his heart squeeze in his chest at his behaviour.

Raising Maxwell’s hand to his lips, Andrew pressed a kiss there, watching as Maxwell’s ears turned pink.

"Angel, we’ll see each other at the end of the day. Do you want me to come pick you up from your office?" Andrew asked his CEO boyfriend and Maxwell swallowed. Then, a bright, warm smile crossed his lips and Andrew swore he heard someone gasp behind him.

"I would like that." Maxwell told him, before the elevator opened and Mr. Newman rushed out, looking a little frazzled.

"Mr. Beckett! I know that you want to spend more time with Dr. Nice, but we have a meeting we must get to." He was practically begging and Andrew chuckled.

"Holding up, Mr. Newman?" He asked and Mr. Newman sighed.

"Barely." He replied and Maxwell rolled his eyes.

"Don’t ’barely’ me. You get paid exceptionally well for your position." Mr. Newman frowned.

"Ah yes, everyone loves to be paid well to follow another man around and basically be their babysitter." Andrew chuckled as Maxwell glared at the other omega. "You seem to be doing well, Dr. Nice. I’m glad to see it." Mr. Newman told him genuinely and Andrew nodded.

"I’ll make sure that I bring in some of the scones you like. I know I put some in the freezer." Mr. Newman’s eyes lit up from within and Maxwell growled.

"Don’t even think about it." Maxwell warned and Mr. Newman gave Maxwell a disgusted look.

"I wouldn’t even dream of it. Who could even compete with you?" Mr. Newman shivered. "I also think of Dr. Nice as a nice, older brother type. He’s the exact opposite of a romantic interest, Mr. Beckett." Mr. Newman told his boss and Maxwell stared at him for a moment before he nodded.

Andrew, however, was floored. Did Maxwell really think that Mr. Newman had a romantic interest in him for even a second? Really? That was crazy. Andrew wouldn’t have even considered it.

Michael’s chuckle from behind him shook him from his shock as Michael wrapped an arm around his shoulder.

"Mr. Beckett, I fear you’ve broken him. Look at him? He’s shocked." Michael snickered and Andrew tossed a glare in his direction.

"I’m not broken, I just..." Andrew trailed off.

"As much as I would love to continue this conversation, we really do need to get going." Mr. Newman said and Andrew grew flustered.

"Oh! Don’t stop on my account. If you’re busy, get out of here." Andrew told them and Maxwell glanced behind him before he nodded.

"Don’t forget to come up to my office once you’re done for the day. You shouldn’t have to pull overtime on your first day." Maxwell told him and Andrew nodded. He waved as the two omegas headed towards their elevator and turning, he led Michael towards his. Michael withdrew his arm and stood beside Andrew as the two chatted, going down.

When they stepped out, they found Richard chatting with a few of the researchers that Andrew hadn’t met, but he had a feeling they were from the omega department. Andrew smiled at them warmly as he approached, but noticed how they flinched when they caught sight of him. It wasn’t anything new.

This had happened when he’d been a beta too.

"Richard, I’m sorry, but with how lunch went, I didn’t get time to finish my check up. Is it alright if I take a few minutes with my Doctor before we get to work?" Andrew asked and Richard nodded, scanning Michael. He wasn’t wearing anything that screamed Doctor. Just a pair of dark dress pants and a nice, oversized sweater and jacket. He looked classy, even with his brief case.

Michael smiled, holding out his hand.

"If he calls you by your first name, he must know you. Hello. I’m uh, Dr. Nice’s Doctor. I went to university with him before he switched to study at Cambridge." Michael told him as Richard took his hand. "I’m Dr. Michael Smith." He said with a warm smile. "He was a great help to me when I was in school. Too smart for his own good." Michael joked and that seemed to soften Richard.

"Yes. He’s always been like that. Of course it’s fine, Dr. Nice. Take all the time you need. Did you want a tour of the facilities after, Dr. Smith?" Michael shook his head with a sigh.

"Unfortunately, I have a few more home calls to get to after. Apparently there is an alpha with a toothache that needs to be told by a Doctor, not a dentist, to go get it checked." Richard smirked, and Andrew could tell that Michael had said that for the omega’s sake. Andrew chuckled.

"They can be such big babies sometimes." Andrew commented and Michael rolled his eyes.

"You tell me. The amount of silly calls I get is insane. I don’t regret specialising in alphas, since I’m sure they would prefer an alpha as their doctor, but man, when I did my omega hospital placement, they were never like this. They feel far more hardy compared to some alphas I know." Michael winked at the omegas before he released Richard’s hand. "Now, Dr. Nice, are you going to show me your office?" Michael asked, easily manipulating the conversation and Andrew couldn’t help but smile.

"Of course, Michael. I’ll see you in a few minutes, Richard, and I hope you two have a good day." Andrew told them as they headed off. The two omegas seemed to watch them with surprise and Andrew had no doubt that they were going to ask about them once they left. It was just reality. All researchers were like that.

Andrew wasn’t an exception when it came to his field of study.

The two girls were in the testing room when they entered, and waved at Andrew and Michael as they stepped into the main office. The testing room was a sealed off room with a giant window carved into it so that they could be watched as they worked with chemicals.

It was a safety precaution, since Maxwell had heard horror stories about people being trapped in testing rooms before. It was sealed properly, and the glass was incredibly thick, so it just meant that everyone could see each other.

Andrew led Michael over to his desk. It was plain, since Andrew had just gotten it, and it was across from an empty desk since Richard had his own little office tucked off the side of the main room. Andrew pulled over an empty chair as Michael got comfortable on his chair and Andrew sat, facing him.

Michael’s smile dropped as he stared at Andrew, really looking him over as he pulled out his little notebook.

"So, anything you need to report? Any problems that you’ve noticed so far?" Michael asked, serious. Andrew sat back in his chair and it creaked as he looked around the office. He wasn’t sure that there was anything to report.

"I...don’t think so, no. Honestly, everything has felt overwhelming, but not in a way that should be concerning? I’ve been living with just Maxwell for over a month now, so of course things would be overwhelming. But so far things feel...normal? Is that a bad thing?" Andrew asked as Michael wrote everything he said down.

"No, it’s not a bad thing at all. It’s a good thing. My only worry is that because you’ve experienced a bunch of scents and things, you might be unintentionally delaying the backlash on your own. Because you don’t want to cause a problem to others around you." Andrew couldn’t deny that it was a possibility and he sighed.

"I don’t fully agree with you, but I can’t say that isn’t a possibility." Andrew muttered and Michael smiled.

"It’s just a possibility. I wanted to warn you in case it did happen, but that doesn’t mean I am anticipating it being the reality of your situation when you get home. The way to fix it is easy too, and I’m sure Mr. Beckett would be happy to help." From his tone, Andrew had a feeling he knew what he was implying, and Andrew swallowed.

"Why does it feel like every solution to my issue is fixed with sexual favours?" Andrew asked, embarrassed and Michael tossed his head back, laughing.

"That’s a good question. The running theory is because the secondary sex is based so heavily on reproduction that the solutions have to be related to it. Keep in mind, some aren’t. Scent therapy isn’t inherently sexual, and helps both alphas and omegas alike. You’ve gone through a small portion of it." Michael tapped over Andrew’s heart, where the pocket containing the item infused with Maxwell’s scent rested.

Andrew let out a deep sighed, closing his eyes.

"Alright, so if an issue arrives, Maxwell has to help? God, this feels so...unequal." Andrew said and Michael smiled at him.

"I’m sure Mr. Beckett doesn’t view it as a burden in the slightest, and probably never has. He probably just wants you to be healthy, like any good partner would want. He probably views it as a small thing to make sure that your manifestation is easier." Michael’s words did soothe a part of him that had always worried that Maxwell didn’t view this positively. "And who would hate to be told by your Doctor that you ’had’ to do it for your partner’s safety? I’m honestly surprised that he hasn’t called me a fake or a phony yet." Michael laughed. Andrew rolled his eyes.

"Probably because you get angry at me for not taking care of myself." Andrew told him and Michael laughed.

"True. It is hard to get mad at you. It feels like you’re kicking a puppy." Andrew’s shoulders shook as he laughed.

"A puppy? Not a big dog?" Andrew asked and Michael smirked.

"Well, you were a big dog breed before your manifestation, but now your puppy self is the same size as your previous dog. All big paws and no idea how to use them yet. Soon you’ll probably be a full grown dog, but until then, puppy."