(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 36: Regrets the next day

Chapter 36: Regrets the next day

Andrew was ready to grovel. He was ready to beg and plead his case. He honestly had no idea how Maxwell was going to forgive him after everything he had done to him, but he had to make it up to him somehow.

When he had woken up, feeling more refreshed than he had in what felt like years, and he had turned over to see Maxwell’s morning face, he had felt like his heart had stopped.

Maxwell had been covered in marks, bruises, everything. It was clear that Andrew had done it, and even if his memory was fuzzy, he had clear recollection of him doing it. He had panicked at first, and gotten up rather quickly to make sure that Maxwell was actually okay. When he’d flipped the sheets off of him, Andrew had covered his mouth in horror. Maxwell was covered. Covered in markings! What was he, some kind of fucking animal?

Such a sense of shame had filled Andrew, he wasn’t sure how he was going to endure it. So, he made sure that Maxwell was in a fresh bed, with fresh sheets since he couldn’t remember changing them the night before, and washed him with a cloth. Maxwell hadn’t woken up, only making soft complaints when Andrew scrubbed a little too hard, but did remain asleep. It was a blessing to Andrew, since he knew he was going to get a strip ripped off of him as soon as he woke up.

So, Andrew set about trying to make sure that there was some reason to keep him around. So that Maxwell wouldn’t kick him out a day after saying that he was his. That would not only be embarrassing, Andrew was pretty sure it would break his heart again, if not more than what Tracey had done to him.

Andrew cleaned up the living room, found out where the washer and dryer were, and set about cleaning the place from top to bottom. He cooked some more, put everything into the freezer in organized, dated plastic bags, and then set about making more food for Maxwell to consume on his own. He had noticed that Maxwell had plenty of precooked meals that he could just warm up and eat. Andrew thought that was rather cute of him, since he didn’t seem like the kind of man who would go out for fast food, and instead had homemade meals made for him and frozen.

It was so out of pocket compared to what Andrew was used to, that he found it adorable.

He kept an ear out for movement from Maxwell, but when time continued to tick on, and Maxwell hadn’t woken up, he began to worry.

It was around 3 pm when Andrew finally heard Maxwell shifting in the bedroom. Freezing at the sound, Andrew wasn’t sure what to do. In the silence, the loud beep from the timer he had set for the bread he had in the oven filled the air. Panicking that it would disturb Maxwell, he rushed to turn it off and then take the bread out. He turned back to the doorway, staring in the direction of Maxwell’s bedroom.

He should...face the music now. The longer he put it off, the more stressed he was going to be.

So, making his way towards the bedroom with his tail between his legs, he peeked into the room. What he was met with was something out of a painting.

Maxwell was stretching, the sheets covering his lower half and his hair tousled. He groaned, his muscles contracting under his skin and Andrew hated how that stirred him so easily. The man had been used and abused, he didn’t deserve Andrew’s desire directed towards him. He deserved rest. When Maxwell caught sight of him, a large, bright smile crossed his face, and Andrew swallowed.

"Andrew. Come here." Maxwell ordered, and Andrew moved to his side of the bed. Maxwell opened his arms, and when Andrew didn’t move, he pouted. "Come here." He demanded, and Andrew bent until Maxwell could wrap his arms around him and press a kiss against his lips. "Good morning Baby." Maxwell greeted against Andrew’s lips, and Andrew felt his emotions overwhelm him. Maxwell froze when he felt something wet land on his face. "Andrew?" He asked, confused, pulling away to stare up at Andrew who was crying.

"You aren’t mad at me?" He asked, his lips trembling and Maxwell stared at him in shock.

"Why would I be mad at you?" He asked, confused. It was clear that the two of them had very different understandings of how their respective mornings were going to go. Andrew wiped at the tears falling from his eyes, getting on his knees next to the bed so that he didn’t have to hunch over Maxwell.

"I-I did so many unspeakable things to you yesterday. L-Look at your body. I just...You can hit me if you want." Andrew offered, while Maxwell stared at him, baffled.

"Andrew, who in the world would be upset about that? You warned me about what was about to happen. I agreed." Andrew wouldn’t meet his gaze. And Maxwell didn’t take kindly to that. Gripping the other man’s face in his hands, he yanked him closer until they were nose to nose. Andrew tried to not meet his gaze, in fear of his anger, but Maxwell wouldn’t let him. "Don’t be a big baby. Look me in my eyes, Andrew." Andrew swallowed, before meeting his gaze. Instead of the anger he expected, he found a deep sadness. That made him panic.

"W-Why are you sad? What can I do? Are you in pain? Oh god, do I need to call Michael?" Andrew’s panicked voice would have normally caused Maxwell to at least smirk, but he didn’t.

"I am sad because I expected that we were going to have a nice, slow afternoon. One where you carried me everywhere, I might have bosses you around or made fun of you, and instead, you come in, all big sad brown eyes and say I can hit you. I know you have very little understanding of your new body, and I am understanding of that, but." Andrew tried to look away and Maxwell tsked. He yanked his face closer, and Andrew’s eyes flew wide. Any closer and they would be kissing. "You need to understand that I have lived in this world, the world of alpha and omega for far longer than you have. I knew what risks I was getting into, even if you didn’t. We only stopped two days ago because Michael and my assistant arrived. That and you have an incredibly strong will." Maxwell’s faze roamed over his face, and Andrew swallowed thickly.

"Just because you knew what to expect doesn’t make it okay." Andrew muttered, and Maxwell growled at him. Andrew held still.

"Andrew Knox, I swear to god. Any other alpha, especially a true alpha wouldn’t have given a rats ass about how I was feeling the next day. They also wouldn’t have been so sweet to me during it either. I know you have no understanding that you are different, but you are, Andrew. You did not treat me poorly. I don’t give a fuck that I’m marked up. Do you want to know why?" Andrew didn’t know why Maxwell was so worked up. Besides having wanted a peaceful afternoon. Andrew could feel the tears welling in his eyes.

"W-Why, Maxwell?" He asked, trying to hold it together. Maxwell kept panicking whenever he cried.

"Because it proves that I spent a rut with you. My first rut with an alpha. With you, Andrew." Andrew felt everything in his body freeze. He wasn’t sure if he was going to be able to draw in air. Maxwell’s eyes roamed his face, taking in his reaction. He scoffed. "What? Why are you so surprised? You’re the motherfucker I’m more surprised with. You flipped me around like I was a ragdoll yesterday. Respectfully, but still. I don’t normally allow others to control me." Andrew finally found his ability to breathe, and he gulped in air.

"Y-You hadn’t slept with someone in a rut before?" Maxwell shrugged, smirking as Andrew’s brain grappled with what that meant, before short circuiting, and trying again.

"No. Do I seem like a man who would lie about that?" Andrew shook his head.

"No, I just, you are just so pretty that I thought-"

"That I would let anyone sleep with me? Andy, you wound me." Andrew’s cheeks flushed, as his eyes tried to look anywhere but at Maxwell. Maxwell shifted, releasing Andrew’s face to lie on his back on the bed, smirking up at him. Andrew knew he was in hot water, but in a different way now. "Andy, Andy, Andy. Did you just quietly call me a whore?"

"No! I would never say that! I just..." He fumbled, before sighing and running his hand over his face. He was still on his knees beside the bed, and as much as he wanted to get up, to get away from this awkward situation, he knew it would be better if they talked it out. "You were just so good before, and I just wanted to please you, but you just get me going. I knew others would find you attractive, and I just wanted to impress you." Andrew ended lamely, his cheeks red. He sighed again. "This is why I’m so upset with myself. How could I treat you this way when you’re so precious to me?"

Maxwell, who was listening to Andrew, turned pink. Andrew, who was focused on his own feelings, didn’t notice it right away.

"You should be treasured, and instead I feel like I soiled you the first chance I got. I should have treated you better. I don’t even remember how many times you came. I should have. Fuck. I should have eaten you out more. Made you all nice and soft before I-I bet you’re swollen down there. I was so rushed!" Once the floodgates had been opened, there was no turning back. "I’ve been kicking myself all morning. You should be angry at me, Maxwell! I know that alphas and betas are different, but I just don’t feel like I was a good lover yesterday. Some of the parts are hazy. I feel like I was only focused on myself." Andrew finally glanced down to Maxwell and noticed that the man was practically glowing. "Maxwell?" He asked and the omega covered his face with his hands.

"Aaaaah, fuck." He drew out between his lips, before peeking out from between his fingers. Andrew was stunned silent at the delicate colour across his cheeks, and the shy way he was behaving. "Do you remember the conversations we had?" He asked and Andrew furrowed his brow.

"We had...conversations?" Maxwell swore up a storm.

"Fuck. No wonder you’re a goddamn mess. Andrew, sit down. With you on your knees I feel like a sick patient. I’ll be fine after a few painkillers. You bent and twisted me like a pretzel, but you didn’t hurt me." Hesitantly, Andrew did as Maxwell ordered. "You big dumb oaf. Andrew, I came so much that I..." Maxwell cleared his throat, and Andrew was concerned. "I came so much that I couldn’t cum liquid anymore." He ended, and silence filled the room for a few beats.

"What...does that mean, Max?" Andrew asked softly. Maxwell groaned.

"You’re really going to make me say it, aren’t you?" He sounded bitter, but Andrew was at least able to recognise it wasn’t directed at him.

"Max?" Andrew prompted after he’d held his tongue for a beat too many, and Maxwell sighed again.

"I had a dry orgasm." Maxwell admitted, and Andrew sat still, before a wide, slightly smug smile covered his lips and Maxwell groaned. "This is why I didn’t want to tell you. Look at your smug little face! You’re going to hold that over me for forever." Maxwell protested, and Andrew leaned over and pressed a kiss against his shoulder.

"No, I’m not. Thank you for telling me that. It’s a hard thing to achieve. Have you had one before?" Andrew asked the omega below him, and Maxwell groaned.

"Fuck. No, I haven’t. No one has...it’s my first time spending a rut with someone, Andrew. Who the hell would want to make me cum that much?" His tart tone was bellied by how bright his ears were, and Andrew’s heart finally felt at ease. If Maxwell had this much energy, then he was fine. They were fine.

"I do. Often, actually. You know, I don’t remember much, but I do remember having a thought about eating you out slowly and thoroughly. I didn’t do that, did I?" Andrew asked, and Maxwell smacked his shoulder.

"Shut the fuck up, you menace. You aren’t allowed to do that again. It felt degrading." Andrew stared at Maxwell, watching him as his throat worked, and he tried to hide the fact that he was slowly getting erect.

"I think you just aren’t used to it yet. I was a little rough. Can I make it up to you later? Not today, you’re probably too sore to enjoy anything, but maybe later? I’ll let you sit however you like. I’d prefer if you sat over my face. It’s a relaxed position for you." Maxwell picked up the pillow next to him and swung it at Andrew, who took the hit with a laugh.

"Where the fuck did the crying, big baby Andrew go? You’re a cheat! I want him back!"

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