(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 95: A new record

Chapter 95: A new record

Andrew had never felt so exhausted in his whole life.

He lay on the bed at this point, hos body unable to hold himself up. Maxwell was a giggling fool beside him, all bright blue eyes curled into beautiful crescents, soft touches and pure, male pride.

He was cocky, and Andrew couldn’t deny it. He had every right to be so.

Andrew had thought that he had milked Maxwell in the bathroom. He had been very, very wrong. Milking? He had no understanding of the word. He’d been a fool, thinking he was a dairy farmer, when in fact, he owned one fucking cow.

Maxwell? Maxwell was a dairy farmer. And the giggling warmth pressed against his side had earned that title.

"You did such a good job, Andy. You came 12 times. That’s amazing. Are you doing okay? Could you go another round?" The man asked with plump, swollen lips. Andrew worried that he was in pain, but instead he seemed invigorated. Andrew was worried even more.

He knew that Maxwell had cum a few times, but not anything powerful like Andrew liked to give to him. But Maxwell had been insistent that he was okay. That this was pleasurable to him. That might have been true, and that was fine, but this?

Maxwell’s lips would be swollen for days.

"Hey...Max? I know you said something about this recently, but did you ever end up checking if your...heat was coming up?" Andrew asked softly. He wasn’t sure how Maxwell took talking about his heat. He’d so far noted that he was pretty casual about it, but until it was approaching and Maxwell was actually in it, he couldn’t know.

His Mom had hated talking about her heat. She never did with Andrew, unless it was coming right away and she’d forgotten it. That was when she hid herself away from him for about a week, made sure he had food and money in case anything happened while she was gone, and dealt with it herself.

He never wanted Maxwell to feel like he had to do the same, so he needed to broach this carefully.

The giggling, happy man beside him froze, and Andrew kicked himself immediately.

"Oh. Oh. That would explain sooo much. I’m not...well, I am voracious, I won’t deny that, but I’m not usually this bad. Let me check." Maxwell got out of his bed and headed towards his closet. He kept a calendar in there, and now Andrew knew why.

It was to help track his heats.

Sitting up slowly, and admitting to himself that ejaculating 12 times was an absurd number and could only be achieved because he was now a true alpha, Andrew fluffed a few pillows behind his back as he sat up and rested against the head of the bed.

He was naked still, and his crotch looked like a war zone. Nail marks, hand prints, kisses, love bites, hickies. You name it, the area around his penis was covered in them. Maxwell hadn’t lied either. He’d swallowed every last ounce of cum that had emptied from his balls. Every time it had been hot and Andrew worried that he would get addicted to it.

The man had to be an incubus. There was no other way around it. A fallen angel sent to tempt him. Tempt him into doing what? He had no idea. But Maxwell was doing a bang up job doing it.

Groaning as his muscles contracted, Andrew was in desperate need for water. He’d ask Maxwell for some once he finished checking his calendar. That was far more important. Because if Maxwell was near his heat, or if it had moved, they would have to worry about that first.

If this was a taste of what Maxwell was going to be like, Andrew needed to prepare himself. He could get devoured by Maxwell if he wasn’t careful. He’d need to come up with some other things that they could do besides sucking Andrew’s cock. Cause that had only lasted a few hours.

Heats lasted a lot longer than that.

Maxwell wandered back into the bedroom at that time, his face set into a concerned expression. He seemed thoughtful, and after glancing at Andrew, he headed for his phone. Pressing a few buttons, he held the phone up to his ear as Andrew waited patiently.

"Hello. Yes, Dr. Smith. Andrew is...fine. No, I didn’t harm him. I think. Uh, I just have a quick question since you are our resident expert. Is there a chance that Andrew’s manifestation would speed up my heat arriving?" That answered Andrew’s question as Maxwell listened to whatever Michael said on the other line.

Maxwell was nodding, his expression open as he listened. It was funny that he was never like this when Michael was actually here. He treated Michael like he was below him, or at least kept him at a distance. It was clear it was to protect himself, and Andrew shouldn’t have found it as adorable as he did.

Maxwell had done the same thing with him. Though their connection formed faster then the one Maxwell and Michael were forming, Andrew could see the beginnings of it, and it made him happy. It would be good for Maxwell to have other friends, especially if they were alphas. Who weren’t related to him.

Maxwell needed proof that not all alphas were dicks. Kind of like how Andrew needed proof that not all true alphas were serial cheaters. Or scumbags.

"Alright. Yes, I have noticed a few symptoms. Andrew brought it up, and uh, I checked my calendar. How early? About three weeks. It was supposed to arrive after my brother’s wedding. Now it feels like it will be before." Andrew took off his glasses and realised how dirty they were. Fumbling in the side table next to the bed, he found his polishing cloth and worked away on them as the two people he cared about spoke to each other.

Maxwell kept glancing at Andrew to see what he was up to, and Andrew would keep smiling at him. Tight lipped smiles, of course. He didn’t want the man to fall out of love with him.

"What did I do exactly?" Maxwell repeated, and Andrew froze, glancing up at Maxwell, curious. He even put his glasses back on to see his expression. Maxwell looked...torn. He bit his bottom lip, and winced. It had to have hurt. He looked a little bit like he was wearing fake lips. "I...well, I basically forced Andrew to cum inside of me. I took pills after, I promise, neither one of us is ready for a child, but that’s something out of character for me. I then...I forced Andrew to cum several times." Andrew noticed how Maxwell’s ears were pink, and so were his cheeks.

He was really embarrassed.

"It wasn’t forced! I consented!" Andrew yelled loud enough that Michael could hear it. Maxwell shot a scowl in Andrew’s direction but he grinned. He was going to have no one thinking that he and Maxwell had done anything without consent. There was no damn way.

"Yes, that was Andrew. No, he probably can’t come to the phone right now. No, I didn’t tie him up, but he’s probably...dehydrated." The way Maxwell was speaking sounded as if Michael was yanking the information out of him. Stunted, and with great reluctance, Maxwell was speaking about their personal life.

Andrew was so proud of him.

"Look, is it possible? I know you are taking this all down to track how Andrew is doing, but he’s doing fine. Especially if his teeth are going to come in soon." Maxwell was getting to the end of his rope, and everyone could sense it. His expression was hard as he listened to Michael talk, and only kept nodding instead of verbally responding, so Andrew went back to polishing his glasses.

He was humming a little song to himself, waiting for the verdict until he heard Maxwell swear.

Glancing up, putting his now super clean glasses back on, he noticed how Maxwell was looking at him with a pained expression.

"Should we even do that? I don’t know if that’s a smart idea. I should just take suppressants and-" Maxwell cut off, Michael clearly interrupting him. Maxwell’s expression told him that he hated that. "Who cares about my health? One time won’t kill me, will it? I’m more worried about Andrew. It’s too soon and-" Maxwell was cut off again. His expression was sour, his lips comically in a firm line, and his hand on his waist. He was even tapping his foot. "I understand that you are in charge of the two of us, but that doesn’t mean-" He was cut off again and Andrew could practically see the fumes coming from the top of his head.

He was pissed.

"I don’t think Andrew could handle it!" Maxwell finally exploded, and Andrew frowned. Andrew was already planning for it, and it wasn’t like him coming was the mission of an omega heat.

"Hey, that’s not very fair to me. Did I, or did I not just do something insane with your help?" Andrew pouted, and Maxwell’s expression softened. He covered the bottom of the phone, staring at Andrew.

"I know that you are willing, but I don’t know how your new body will handle being surrounded by so much of...my pheromone. Remember when I said I was a true omega? My...quirks come out the most when I’m in heat. Dr. Smith is saying that it might be a good thing for you, since it could speed up the changes to your body in the most natural way possible, while I worry it could have a negative impact on your overall health." Andrew stared at Maxwell, and the sour expression he made when Michael spoke to him over the phone.

"I appreciate your concern, but it’s clear that you shouldn’t be taking suppressants to suppress your heats, or am I reading the room wrong?" Maxwell paled slightly, and that was answer enough. Andrew smiled softly. "Then we do it the natural way, Maxy. I am not planning to leave you alone and in a heat if I can help it, and I can. We’ll figure something out." Maxwell’s expression dropped.

He almost looked desperate.

"Andrew, I’m not sure you understand. My heats have been like clockwork for my whole life. It shouldn’t change, but Dr. Smith says you played a role in it. I will want things from you that I normally wouldn’t. I probably want you to knot me. God, even saying those words out loud is just-" He cut off, swallowing. "And it’s not time. But my body..." He trailed off, and Andrew took in how nervous and worried he was.

He was right to have these fears. Heats and ruts were scary. You lost control of yourself. Andrew had experienced his own one now, and understood the depth of his fear.

"We’ll figure something out. You want cum? We’ll get some." Maxwell’s eyes widened and Andrew glanced at the small phone he held in his hand. "Michael, can you source us some fake cum? True alpha condom safe stuff, please."

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