(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 51: Soothing your boyfriend

Chapter 51: Soothing your boyfriend

"How are you doing?" Maxwell asked, and Andrew puffed air out from his mouth, exhausted and it wasn’t even mid afternoon yet.

"How does it look like?" He asked, a little tartly, and Maxwell chuckled, pushing himself off of the wall to approach him.

"Like someone is upset with me. I can’t imagine why." Andrew turned his face away from the approaching Maxwell, who only laughed louder at his actions. Andrew felt Maxwell’s hand on his chest, and he flinched. "Was I supposed to lie to the good Doctor? The one who only wants this information to help you? Hmm?" Maxwell asked softly, sweetly, and Andrew didn’t know how to respond. Maxwell applied more pressure to Andrew’s chest, sliding his hand up until it rested over Andrew’s nipple, and he swallowed. "Especially when I find you two alone in the bedroom surrounded by items used during sex? And I know you two have a history?" Andrew did look at Maxwell when he said that.

"Michael and I were never like that!" Andrew protested, never wanting Maxwell to think that he had a wandering thought. His lips met Maxwell’s as soon as he turned his head, and Andrew could feel Maxwell’s smile against his lips.

"I know Baby, but I wanted to get you to look at me. You’re being quite stubborn." Andrew blinked, staring at Maxwell before he felt an emotion well in his chest. It felt like annoyance, but it wasn’t as potent as that.

"It’s not very nice to test me. It’s even worse when you don’t mean it." Andrew told him, trying to remain firm, but knew as Maxwell’s hand slid up to his neck he was folding fast. Maxwell’s gaze as he looked over Andrew’s face was soft, warm, and filled with desire. Andrew felt his cheeks heat.

"You’re right, and I’m sorry about that. I didn’t think it would upset you, but clearly I was wrong. Can I kiss it better?" He asked, tempting Andrew, and Andrew grit his teeth.

"You have work to do, don’t you?" Andrew asked, and Maxwell bent down and pressed kisses against his neck, tilting his head back. Andrew gripped onto the bedsheets so he didn’t put his hands on Maxwell. He knew it was over if he did.

"Comforting my boyfriend is more important than work." Maxwell told him in between kisses, and Andrew felt his tense body relax into the bed.

"You’re boyfriend?" Andrew asked, and Maxwell sunk his teeth into the next kiss. Andrew hissed.

"Yes, my boyfriend. He’s a little stubborn sometimes, and doesn’t like to ask for help for himself, so I have to check on him and make sure he’s okay. So, is he okay?" Maxwell asked, his fingers running up and down Andrew’s chest in a dizzying line that had his cock straining his pants. He knew Maxwell saw it, he just hoped he didn’t say anything. Anytime Maxwell touched him he got hard. It was embarrassing if he was honest. He had a bit more self control before this, and he didn’t like not having it anymore.

"He...I’m...okay. It’s just a lot to wrap my head around." Andrew hesitated for a second, before he asked the question. "Have I really...grown?" He asked Maxwell softly, and Maxwell chuckled.

"Well, compared to when we first had sex, I would say so. It hasn’t been super obvious, but I do feel slightly more stretched." Andrew closed his eyes and winced.

"Ah, fuck." He exclaimed, and Maxwell climbed onto the bed. Andrew worried he was going to climb on top of him, but instead he wrapped his arm around Andrew and cuddled into his side. When he nuzzled his nose against Andrew’s shoulder and neck, Andrew relaxed further. He knew he’d been worried, but he hadn’t realised that his body had gotten so tense.

"It’s okay. We’ll get through any changes together." Maxwell spoke softly, quietly, and Andrew felt his eyes water. He sniffed, feeling like a giant kid all over again. He hadn’t cried this much since before his Mom had ended up in the hospital, and then he’d had to stop crying. She was getting too sick to be able to handle it.

Andrew wrapped his arm around Maxwell’s shoulder, pulling him in tighter against him, and burying his nose into his hair. He smelled fresh, clean, and Andrew got a full whiff of his pheromones. The scent forced a part of him that he wasn’t even aware was up and anxious, down, and Andrew sighed.

"Can we just...remain like this for a little bit?" Maxwell didn’t say anything, but plopped one of his legs over Andrews and forced it between his, settling into Andrew’s warmth. Andrew laughed, tightening his grip on Maxwell before settling down, lying on his back on the bed with a man who was slowly meaning more and more to him.

He had no idea how this had happened. Honestly, it felt like it had blindsided him, but at the same time, he couldn’t imagine himself anywhere else. Maxwell felt...big to Andrew, but he didn’t know why. It also wasn’t something he could bring up to Michael out of the blue, since he knew he was going to get teased about it, and it also felt awkward to bring up to Maxwell himself. What if he didn’t feel the same way?

What if he said it was just because Maxwell had supported him through everything?

He knew that thought was his own insecurities talking, and Maxwell was too blunt with him to keep something like that from him, but he couldn’t stop thoughts from coming into his head. Andrew knew himself, and he knew he was never as strong as people said he was. He’d basically become an alcoholic to get through everything that had been going on with his Mom. He’d gotten better in the years since then, but that didn’t mean his old crutch wasn’t waiting in the sidelines at any moment.

If Maxwell wasn’t here, Andrew knew he probably would have fallen into old habits. Like he had when Tracey had betrayed him.

Sighing heavily, Andrew’s grip tightened on Maxwell’s shoulders to an almost painful pressure, and Maxwell opened his eyes and glanced up at him.

"Everything okay, big guy?" Maxwell asked, and Andrew winced. He didn’t want to open that can of worms, so he went with one that was more recent, and more alarming to him.

"Michael said I was...small for a true alpha." Andrew started, and it clearly took Maxwell a second to get it before he burst into laughter. He sat up, pressing his hand against Andrew’s chest again, but for support this time as he stared down at the man below him. His eyes were dancing as he stared down at him, and Andrew knew his cheeks turned red.

"Andrew Knox, are you worried about your penis size? Right now?" Andrew flushed further, and refused to make eye contact with him. That had Maxwell pressing his forehead against his chest, his shoulders shaking, and his eyes glistening with tears from the laughter. "Seriously? That has you pouting? Are you kidding me?" Andrew continued to refuse to meet his gaze, and Maxwell’s beautiful laughter filled Andrew’s ears.

"...It wasn’t a big concern until he compared me against everyone else." Andrew muttered, enjoying the feeling of Maxwell on his chest. His fingers twitching with his laughter, and the weight of him. The way he looked at Andrew and shook his head, his lips smiling as he stared down at him.

"You foolish man. I’m worried about my health. When you get bigger, how on earth am I going to take you? You’re going to be so big that my poor ass is going to tear." Andrew’s eyes went wide, and he froze.

"No, it won’t. I’ll take good care of you. I promise." Andrew’s desperate words sent Maxwell into another round of giggles, this one actually bringing tears to Maxwell’s eyes. Andrew wiped the tears away with gentle fingers, and Maxwell leaned into the touch.

"Oh yeah? How good are we talking?" Maxwell whispered, turning his head and gently nibbling on the finger Andrew had hovering near his face. Andrew swallowed.

"Well, if you let me have my way, I’d be eating you out every time. Keeping you nice and relaxed and warm." Maxwell’s cheeks heated.

"You really like doing that, huh?" Maxwell’s voice was pitched down slightly, and Andrew felt a smile touch his lips.

"I like to take care of the people important to me. I want to show everything to you, and that includes care in sexual situations. I know you like to be in control, so I only mention it. I’m hoping you’ll trust me enough at some point to let me." Maxwell stared down at him, the smile slowly fading from his face and Andrew worried he’d said something wrong. His worries were relieved when Maxwell pressed a kiss against his lips.

"I trust you, but it is a leap for me to lay down with my ass in the air for you as you eat my ass and...milk me? Is that what you called it?" Andrew’s face heated and he nodded.

"I...I think I did use that term." Andrew said, embarrassed, and Maxwell nuzzled his neck, inhaling Andrew’s scent. He laid back down, wrapping even tighter around Andrew.

"Well, it’s not a no, just not a right now. We need to try out your mirror theory before I can even consider it." Maxwell said it quietly enough that it took Andrew a second to realise it, before his eyes widened and he looked down at Maxwell.

"You’ll try?" He asked him, and Maxwell was being shy for the first time. He buried his head in Andrew’s neck.

"I feel like a baby when you talk about all the sexual things you’ve done before." Maxwell admitted, and Andrew softened.

"Oh Angel, no, never. I don’t consider it a competition, and those people aren’t even on my radar anymore. It’s just you. Don’t worry about them in the slightest. I...I may have liked to experiment, but that was with long term relationships. If I’m honest...this is the fastest I’ve ever moved with someone else before." Maxwell glanced at Andrew to find his face red, and he had a slightly warped smile on his face. "And it’s the first time I’m not worried that we’re moving too fast in that sense, but that things could fizzle out on your end." Andrew admitted. Maxwell sighed, nuzzling his face into Andrew’s neck again.

"If I remember correctly, my parents moved this quickly." Maxwell told him, and Andrew froze.

"Really?" He squeaked out, and Maxwell nodded.

"Yup. Pretty famously, they met at a gala, and then were found about half an hour in the coat check. Apparently, my Father had his head buried between my Mom’s thighs." Andrew felt his face heat at the description alone, but Maxwell shook his head with a chuckle. "It’s an alpha and omega thing, Andrew, so don’t worry that pretty little mind. We’re going at our own, perfect pace." Andrew nodded, pressing a kiss against Maxwell’s hair.

"Alright." He agreed, and the two remained tangled in each other’s body and scents for a while.