(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 50: That’s...certainly a first lesson

Chapter 50: That’s...certainly a first lesson

Andrew sat on the couch in the living room, anxiously bouncing his leg, He was waiting.

For who?

For Michael to arrive.

Last night, Maxwell hadn’t agreed with anything Andrew had said, and after crawling into his lap and kissing him senseless until he was gasping for air and hard as a rock. Maxwell had simply smiled, put the brochure in his hands, gave his cheek a slap, and off he went. Andrew was sure he’d shaken his hips as he left, leaving Andrew a mess. It had taken him a full ten minutes to calm down before he’d been able to focus on the words on the page.

He had managed to read more than one last night, but his head was still swimming from all the information he was supposed to process. And he knew Michael would expect the world from him. He couldn’t blame him. Andrew expected the world from himself as well.

So, he’d done his best, and had even gone to bed before Maxwell. Was it a way he could be angry at Maxwell? Yes. Did he tell Maxwell that he was going to bed early? No, but he’d made a lot of noise as he had gone to bed, making it obvious what he was doing.

When he’d woken up, Andrew had found Maxwell sleeping in one of Andrew’s shirts, curled up on his side and against Andrew’s back. Andrew knew he was never going to win an argument against the man. It was better for him to find out now, then later. He could plan for it better now.

Andrew was going to have to be sneaky if he was angry from now on. Like making his food too salty or something. Not enough to harm him, but enough to annoy him.

Andrew had then made breakfast, and set about trying to remain normal and get the normal tasks he would get done in a day knowing that Michael was going to be coming over. He had no idea when he would, so he wasn’t able to get his normal baking in because he didn’t want to be interrupted. It was actually smart of him not to.

After Maxwell had woken up and eaten his breakfast in Andrew’s shirt, (the little vixen!) he had gotten dressed, and headed to work. Shortly after that he received a text message telling him that Michael planned to swing by around 11 am. That was prime baking time, so Andrew was glad that he had halted himself.

But that meant he was a nervous wreck as he waited for Michael to arrive. Andrew was the kind of guy who liked to go to other people, not waiting on others to arrive. If he had control over the situation in that regard, he was usually quite happy. He hated having to wait for Michael to arrive.

He’d tried to focus on another brochure, but his mind was just not processing any of the words written down. He sighed, leaning back against the couch for a minute to close his eyes and shake his fist at himself. He was really in a rough shape if even his mind wasn’t working the way it normally did. For Andrew, he was normally able to memorize something right away. It wasn’t a photographic memory by any stretch of the word, since it was in his own mind’s voice, but it was helpful. It’d helped him all through his schooling, so he just wasn’t able to understand why now it wasn’t possible.

While he was in a pool of self loathing, a knock came to the door. Jumping, he scrambled to rearrange the brochures until they looked perfect, before smoothing out his clothes and heading for the door. Being more cautious than the previous time, Andrew approached the door and checked the peephole before opening it for Michael. Michael came in with his arms full of bags, and hugged Andrew warmly before pushing his way in.

Andrew was surprised to find Mr. Newman behind him.

"Mr. Newman, I wasn’t expecting you." Andrew said, and Mr. Newman nodded.

"I have to speak with Mr. Beckett, and had a second to drop off Dr. Smith. I hope you two have a good session." Andrew smiled, ruffling Mr. Newman’s perfect hair and watched as his cheeks flushed. Andrew really thought of Mr. Newman as a little brother, since the way that Maxwell treated him was in the same realm. He had a feeling that Maxwell treated him that way because he wanted to be a big brother.

Andrew had a feeling that Maxwell had a lot of things he wanted to be, and was annoyed that others were it while he wasn’t. He wasn’t sure if it was a complex or not, but he also wasn’t going to be the one to poke that bear. He was just going to support Maxwell through whatever he wanted to do, and if that was be an older brother figure to Mr. Newman, he could do that. He’d never been an older brother before, but he’d been told plenty of times he had the characteristics of a good one before. Whatever that meant.

"Andy, get your ass over here." Michael called from where he’d placed his bags down on Maxwell’s bed in their bedroom. Andrew furrowed his eyebrows, but nodded to Mr. Newman before he rushed away. Michael wasn’t tapping his foot in impatience like he had expected, but instead was rifling through the bags he had brought. Andrew had no idea what he was up to. "Close the door behind you." He ordered, and Andrew did as asked, growing worried.

"What’s going on here?" Andrew asked as Michael shuffled around before pulling out the first item from his bag, and with dawning horror, Andrew began to realise what was going on.

He was getting a sex education lesson today.

Michael’s grin was devious as he stared at Andrew’s paling face and laughed.

"This is important, because you need to know what items work for you, and what don’t anymore. Normal condoms Andy? Off the table. For some reason, they don’t work well, and in don’t work well, break with true alphas. The research behind it isn’t fully completed yet, but there is an idea floating around that it has to do with how your pheromones react with the rubber. It’s far too complicated for me to explain right now, but please, for Maxwell’s sake, and your own, make sure you are buying condoms that look like these." Michael slapped a box down on the bed, and Andrew was at first a little bit too embarrassed to pick it up.

He then remembered who he was, and who he was with, and gathered himself. He took several, deep, soothing breaths before he reached out of the box. It wasn’t a small box of condoms, but there was one strange thing about them.

"Uh, Michael, strange question, but why do these say knot safe?" Michael’s eyes smiled as he looked over Andrew.

"True alphas can knot whenever, wherever. So they need condoms that are safe for that. These ones are. Some other brands might say that they are, but don’t trust them. These ones are. In fact, all of the products I’ll show you today will be safe, and are always my go to when it comes to recommendations, so if you can’t find them, just send me a text. I can always recommend a back up brand. Your sexual safety, as well as Mr. Beckett’s is very important to me. No, onto lube and other things that I would like to recommend." Andrew could already tell that his head was going to swim after this conversation, and Michael knew it too. He had a stupid little smirk on his face.

~

Two hours later, Andrew was lying down on the bed in the bedroom surrounded by various sex paraphernalia and he was seeing stars.

Michael had been rather...thorough.

So thorough he had asked to see Andrew’s penis.

It wasn’t sexual, of course, and was very clinical. He was making sure that Andrew was okay, there weren’t any deformities and that everything was functioning perfectly. Unlike a normal doctor, or any doctor Andrew had ever been to, he did ask him if he could get erect for him. Andrew had been a blushing mess, and it had been very awkward to have a man who wasn’t Maxwell staring at his cock, but he had managed.

Michael had been rather casual about it, and had even measured it. When Michael had frowned, Andrew had felt a little insulted, but Michael explained why after.

Andrew was small for a true alpha.

Andrew had blinked several times hearing that, and the words that came out of Michael’s mouth were the reason that Andrew was seeing stars while lying on the bed.

Michael was convinced Andrew’s dick was going to grow more. In length, girth, whatever which way. It was just going to get bigger. And he thought that about the rest of his body too.

In the bag he had brought were several more outfits. Bigger articles of clothing for when Andrew had his growth spurt and shot up like a tree. Andrew was already tall, and was already being mistaken for an alpha on a daily basis in his regular life as a beta, but Michael was convinced it was going to get worse. He was also convinced that Andrew’s teeth were going to fall out, and he wanted him to go to a dentist. A beta dentist, because Andrew wouldn’t be able to handle an alpha or an omega one. Not as freshly manifested as he was.

Andrew was still on the fence about all of this, until Maxwell had come down and knocked on the door.

The two had turned, and Maxwell had entered. After looking over everything on the bed, he had asked for an explanation from Michael, who willingly gave it. After he had given Maxwell his theory, Maxwell had seemed thoughtful, before he had added his own peace.

He believed Andrew’s dick had gotten slightly bigger, and was doing so every time that they had sex.

It had been a humiliating thing to hear, but Michael had been thrilled. He’d left shortly after, on a mission to find a dentist now that he had been given the green light, and he had left a few more brochures for Andrew to look through. Andrew lay on the bed staring at the ceiling, while Maxwell, who remained in the room after Michael had left, was leaning against the far wall, his arms crossed.