(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 220: We have to draw a line

Chapter 220: We have to draw a line

Andrew took control of the car. He decided that as soon as they got to the lobby that Maxwell was in no state to drive. How he even managed to drive here confused, and worried him. Who let him get behind a wheel?

Maxwell knew better than to let Andrew drive when he was worked up, so who the hell allowed Maxwell, in the state that he had been in all day, to get into and drive his car here?

It all became clear when the duo stepped outside, hand in hand, and Andrew saw that the parking spot was empty, and a familiar black car was waiting outside. Maxwell chuckled, and Andrew turned towards him.

"You looked so worried that I held my tongue. Do you think Ben would have let me drive?" Andrew was a little embarrassed at the lack of faith he’d had in his siblings, but at the same time, they hadn’t been around to help him, had they?

...Or, like Andrew, Maxwell kept everyone who cared about him at a distance. Yeah, Andrew felt a little bad.

Not apologising, since it wasn’t Maxwell who had doubted, but Ben and Amir, Andrew led Maxwell to the car. He opened the door for Maxwell, letting him get in first before he walked around the back and got in beside him. He tucked his bag into his footwell, but before the driver could get moving, Maxwell changed seats.

As a man who hated sitting in the middle, Maxwell shifted over, taking Andrew’s hand in his and leaning against his shoulder. Andrew was gobsmacked. This was beyond Maxwell being starved for touch, there was something much deeper going on if Maxwell was behaving like this around others. Even if it was a driver.

Maxwell knew everything was reported back to his parents, or at the very least, his Father. So this behaviour was for sure going to be reported back to them. Well, Andrew knew that they knew something was up, since Maxwell had cracked, Luis and Kim drove him home last night, and Ben and Amir stayed with him last night.

"Are we ready to go?" The driver asked tentatively, clearly making sure that Maxwell’s unusual behaviour was okay. Andrew looked at Maxwell, unsure. Maxwell reached across Andrew, buckling him in before he sighed, leaning against his shoulder again.

"We’re ready to leave." Maxwell said. He at least sounded more like himself, confident, focused. It was just how that contradicted his actions.

Andrew swallowed.

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Maxwell could tell that Andrew was hesitating to enter the house. It might have to do with the fact that the car had left already, but Andrew had barely left the driveway. Maxwell had already rushed to the front door, forgoing any unusual behaviour to fight off the cold.

He’d already entered the house, keeping the door open while Andrew stood staring at the house. It was...it felt strange to be back after he had convinced himself that this wasn’t his home, had never been his home, and he had to give up everything he had in here.

"Andrew?" Maxwell’s voice from inside the house stirred him, and he saw the outline of the smaller man in the doorway. "Are you coming in?" Maxwell’s voice sounded like it trembled, and Andrew took a deep breath in.

If he hesitated like this anymore, it would only hurt both of them. Maxwell had reached out to him, now Andrew had to do the same. His legs shook as he moved towards the house, and when he got to the doorway, he could see the concern on Maxwell’s face as he looked at him.

"Do you not want to be here?" Maxwell asked quietly, and Andrew shook his head.

"No, that’s not it." Andrew responded. He let out a shaky exhale. "It’s...It’s hard to be here after I convinced myself you didn’t want me to be here." Andrew admitted. Maxwell’s face scrunched up, clearly upset. He was about to speak, when he closed his eyes and took a moment to compose himself.

"You’re wrong." He said as calmly as he could. "I always wanted you to be here, still do. This is also your home, Andrew." Maxwell said sternly, even as his watering eyes gave away how emotional he was feeling. He reached out for Andrew, grabbing his wrist and giving a gentle tug.

It wasn’t hard, Andrew could have refused it, but he knew that if he did something would be damaged beyond anything he could repair. So, Andrew let him tug him into the house, and that was it.

Maxwell slammed the door behind him, locking it before he wrapped his arms around him tightly, burying his face into Andrew’s chest. Andrew dropped the bag holding his limited belongings and wrapped his arms around Maxwell.

While Maxwell was out of his outer clothes, Andrew was just in his sweater. He wanted to take his shoes off, but Maxwell came first. He always came first, even if it was a Maxwell house rule.

Andrew returned the hug, holding the man carefully, delicately even if he wanted to crush him against him. Mold them together until they couldn’t tell where one began and the other ended. It wasn’t an inherently sexual desire, but Andrew only knew how to achieve that through sexual contact, and he knew that his cock was getting harder the longer he smelt Maxwell and held him.

Maxwell didn’t say anything, his face still buried in Andrew’s chest as he pushed him back until Andrew was against the door and Maxwell. It wasn’t a bad place to be, as far as Andrew was concerned, he just needed to temper his racing desires because Maxwell was in no state to be on the receiving end of them.

Andrew kept chanting that to himself as he continued to hold Maxwell, his cock swelling to uncomfortable levels, but he ignored it. Instead, he tried to focus on the other scents he could smell. Since they were near the front door he could pick up on a lot.

Kim and Luis made sense, since they had probably dropped Maxwell off and made sure he made it into the house safely. So did Amir and Ben. But it was the way that he smelled them that had him wanting to investigate. He could tell that Amir’s scent had slightly shifted, smelling quite a bit like Ben, which made sense.

The two already had a scent that was probably a blend of what they had smelled like individually, but since they were bonded, had blended. Luis and Thomas had a similar scent as well. Ben’s scent also had a sharpness to it that was...different from Amir’s.

Andrew was pretty sure he knew why. Ben’s scent felt like it was directed towards Andrew, and it held a warning to it. If Andrew fucked up again, there was no coming back from it. Would Ben kill him? Andrew didn’t know. Amir would.

Amir left that up to no uncertain terms. His scent was full on hostile, and Andrew almost wanted to laugh if it wasn’t so scary. Andrew knew how dangerous omegas could be, and that sent more of a shiver down his spine then Ben’s threat any day.

"What has you so distracted?" Maxwell grumbled, squeezing Andrew tightly. Andrew knew he was trying to punish him, but his strength just wasn’t able to do that. Andrew sighed.

"Sorry. This spot is just full of scents so it’s hard to focus." Andrew told him honestly, not admitting that he was using the scents to get himself to calm down. He had a warm Maxwell pressed against him, he was unfortunately going to react whether he wanted to or not.

He was only able to control himself at work because he convinced himself that he was at work, he couldn’t be behaving like that, especially in the storage room. He would never live it down. Richard gave him those keys, and all of the omegas would be able to smell it.

He was pretty much the only alpha working in the research department. They would never let him live it down. At least if they were intimate upstairs, there was a chance it could be someone else.

"Who do you smell?" Maxwell asked softly.

"Mm. Your Mom and Kim, Ben and Amir. Those guys." Andrew told him and Maxwell sighed.

"And me?" Maxwell asked softly and Andrew chuckled.

"Of course I’m able to smell you." Andrew said with a smile and Maxwell tilted his head back, a slightly devious grin on his face.

"I know. I can tell." Andrew’s eyes went wide, wondering what he meant until he felt his hand press against his cock in his pants. Andrew gasped, growing flustered. Up until know he had ignored paying attention to it, but now the man was fondling him, stroking the length of him through his pants.

"M-M-Maxwell?" Andrew stuttered and Maxwell smiled up at him, his blue eyes curling up at the corners as he did so.

"Yes, Andy?" Maxwell’s fingers found the head of his cock, teasing it and Andrew groaned, tilting his head back to hit the door.

"Y-You shouldn’t do that." Andrew gasped out and Maxwell chuckled.

"Why? You clearly want me to, and I don’t mind doing so." Maxwell told him and Andrew groaned.

"No. My needs don’t matter. I...I don’t want to do anything like this with you when you’re so tired, and it feels like I’m taking advantage of you." Maxwell laughed.

"Take advantage? Of me? You? Andrew, that’s-"

"You’re emotionally compromised!" Andrew felt like he was shouting, but Maxwell was still playing with the head of his cock and he was having a hard time sticking to his morals. "You are, Maxwell. You wouldn’t have touched me either if the roles were reversed. I want to be with you, I want to be here, and while I know I’m in a better place than I was when this all started, I know you aren’t. I don’t want to do anything we’ll regret. Really. Can’t you understand what I mean?" Andrew was desperate, his hands on Maxwell’s back twitching until Maxwell dropped his hand from Andrew’s cock.

Andrew finally felt like he could breathe again.

"I...I think I understand what you mean." Maxwell muttered. "I’m just so excited to have you back here, that I just...are you upset with me?" Maxwell asked and Andrew looked down at the other man.

"No. I’m not upset. Just overwhelmed. Don’t care about my cock right now, okay? I’m going to react like this because I’m around you, and that’s okay. I’m fine with being hard while you get better. It just means when we do take that next step, it’ll be even sweeter. I’m fine." Andrew told him and Maxwell blinked a few times, processing what he said before he raised his arms and wrapped them around Andrew again.

"Can you carry me to the bedroom?" Maxwell asked, and Andrew laughed. He melted, bending slightly to put his hands on Maxwell’s ass, lifting him up. Maxwell wrapped around him like a barnacle.

"Of course I can." Andrew told him warmly, pressing his lips against his forehead.

"If we aren’t having sex, can we at least kiss?" Maxwell muttered, clearly pouting, but trying not to take it out on Andrew. Andrew grew thoughtful.

"Hmm, dangerous slope, I think. We can try that later, but for now, off to the bedroom to change. I am your valiant steed for now. You can order me where you want me to go." Andrew teased and Maxwell sighed.

"I’m happy being anywhere with you." Maxwell told him and Andrew stuttered in his steps. The man wasn’t making this any easier on him. Andrew wanted to smother him in kisses for that comment, but he couldn’t do that. Not without worrying that he would go too far.

Andrew realised he was going to have a very serious fight ahead of him.