(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 225: A contract made with words

"Let’s get some breakfast started, clean up my clothes on the floor, and we can discuss this more, okay? If I’m honest with you, I’m still pretty shaken up from finding you like that again, Maxy, and I just need to make sure that you’re okay right now." Andrew told him and Maxwell paused, before he nodded. He rubbed his face against Andrew’s chest, before pushing away from his arms.

It was the first time he’d done so since yesterday, and Andrew couldn’t help the frown that touched his lips.

"Of course, I should-are you pouting? Why?" Maxwell’s serious tone cut off, laughter seeming to surprise him as he stared up at Andrew’s face.

"You pushed away from me." Andrew admitted, and Maxwell’s eyes widened before he grinned.

"Because you want to make breakfast! I just didn’t want to inconvenience you after last night." Andrew pulled him closer, leaning down to grab Maxwell’s ass and haul him up Andrew’s body. Maxwell flung his arms around Andrew’s neck, holding onto him as his legs wrapped around him. Andrew began to move towards the kitchen, still pouting.

"You are not an inconvenience, you are never an inconvenience. Did I complain yesterday when you were acting spoiled? No, and that remains true. Why the hell would I have this strength if it wasn’t to carry around my partner when I wanted to?" Maxwell’s face flushed and he tucked his face into Andrew’s neck.

"I thought you just liked to look nice." Andrew chuckled.

"It also stemmed from my old work. I would get out-lifted by some of the men and women I would be checking up on, and I just found that pretty demoralizing, so I started going to the gym. Had I known that I would have gotten an alpha boost later in life, I might have made some different decisions." Andrew joked and Maxwell sighed.

"More lore. I had no idea that was the reason you’re so..." Maxwell trailed off and Andrew heard him swallow. Andrew smirked. He turned until his lips were brushing against Maxwell’s ear, feeling a little devious.

"Do you like my body, Maxy?" Hearing Maxwell let out a shaky exhale sent Andrew’s body aflame, and his grip on Maxwell’s ass tightened.

"You know I do." Maxwell replied, his voice a little raspy and Andrew groaned. He placed Maxwell on the counter, Maxwell leaning back so that he could look up at Andrew. Andrew knew he shouldn’t. Hell, he really shouldn’t after last night but Maxwell was looking at him, his big blue eyes practically begging and he ran his tongue over his plump lips.

Andrew felt his head dipping before Maxwell yanked him down, their lips smashing together a little awkwardly before Maxwell chuckled and softened the kiss. Andrew let the other man take over the kiss, just enjoying the feeling of having him pressed against him, his lips on him, and his fingers in his hair.

Maxwell’s little needy movements against him had Andrew seeing red. He was so horny that he knew it was going to be an issue. He knew that Maxwell had understood yesterday that they couldn’t cross a certain line right now, but he didn’t know if the Maxwell of today understood that.

Andrew wasn’t sure he was going to have an easy time understanding that either right now. Maxwell’s fingers were sliding through his hair, and he shivered. Maxwell’s tongue was soft and coaxing, and Andrew couldn’t catch his breath.

He was so hard, so willing, and he wanted Maxwell so badly. But Maxwell literally had something strange happen this morning, and Andrew needed to reign it in.

Andrew forced himself to pull away, even as Maxwell’s gaze was warm, willing, and his body was pliant against his own. He could tell that Maxwell was hard, and he was sure that Maxwell couldn’t miss that he was. Andrew panted as if he’d gone on a run, his body at its limit.

"We can’t go further than this. If I kiss you anymore, I might just pick you up and take you to bed, morals and work be damned." Andrew’s voice sounded a bit hoarse and Maxwell swallowed. His lips were wet from their kisses, and Andrew shivered. He raised his hand, brushing his thumb against his bottom lip and Maxwell shivered.

"Andrew, I don’t-" Andrew dropped his head, pressing his forehead against Maxwell’s shoulder as he avoided his lips.

"I know. I know you don’t mind. I can tell, but I can’t be okay with it. I want you so badly, but I can’t bring myself to cross that line because you aren’t well, Maxwell. If you hadn’t...I’m just worried. What if you disappeared while we were intimate? What would I do then? I’d feel...plus, you need to rest. I shouldn’t be keeping you up with my selfish desires." Andrew told him and Maxwell sighed. He continued running his hands through Andrew’s hair.

"Baby." Andrew nearly cried at hearing him call him like that. It felt like it had been forever since he’d called him that. "I understand what you are saying, and where you are coming from. I really do, and I respect that you care about me so much so I’m not going to push this issue. For now. But I also need to know that you aren’t going to leave, and that you actually want me. I know you’re right to be worried, because I don’t feel like myself either. Something’s...not quite right, and knowing that, and hearing your concerns, I know we shouldn’t be intimate." Maxwell said. His grip got a little tighter in Andrew’s hair. "That doesn’t mean I’m not also frustrated, so can we put a limit on this?"

Andrew rubbed his forehead against Maxwell’s shoulder, feeling a little calmer as he listened to Maxwell speak.

"What kind of limit? Until we speak to your Doctor, or until you feel a bit more like yourself?" Andrew asked and Maxwell chuckled.

"My Doctor is quite busy, so I don’t think I’ll get in right away, so how about we make it a week?" Maxwell’s voice was soft, enchanting. Andrew almost caved immediately.

"I’ll agree to that if we tell your Mom about what is going on as well." Maxwell tsked.

"I was hoping you’d just give in without asking questions." He muttered bitterly and Andrew laughed. He raised his head, meeting Maxwell’s gaze with laughter. Maxwell was pouting now, and Andrew found him so damn adorable.

"I know you well enough now to know that I should negotiate if you propose a deal, Maxy. Tell your Mom, or" Andrew leaned in, his lips brushing against Maxwell’s ear, "no cock for you." Maxwell groaned, upset. He turned his head away, his ears red as he pouted.

"Damn it. What about kisses?" Maxwell replied and Andrew smiled.

"We can kiss, but no touching without clothes on. I am not a saint." Andrew told him and caught a glint in Maxwell’s gaze.

"You want me? Like this?" Maxwell asked in disbelief and Andrew gave him a strange look.

"Maxwell, let’s not beat around the bush here. You can feel how hard I am, can’t you?" Maxwell nodded, no prude, but he seemed hesitant.

"I know, but...that could just be a phys-" Andrew cut him off, grabbing his face with his hands.

"Maxwell Beckett, you are the cutest, most adorable, sexy, handsome, smartest man I know. I am always going to react like this, no matter my own personal feelings, but even then, I will always want you. Always. Doesn’t matter if you’re tired, exhausted, or don’t want me back." Andrew said and Maxwell swallowed, before he grabbed Andrew’s hands, leaning into his left hand.

"I love you." Maxwell told him softly, and Andrew felt his lungs stop working. "I’m sorry I asked a silly question. I’ve just been alone this whole time, and I just-" Andrew bent, pressing his lips against Maxwell’s, silencing him. When Andrew pulled back, he forced himself to breathe.

"Max. Agree to tell your parents, or so help me I’m going to lose my mind." Andrew whispered against his lips and Maxwell chuckled.

"Okay, Baby. I’ll...reach out to my Doctor and tell my parents about it. So you better be prepared in a week’s time." Maxwell warned and Andrew laughed, their lips still close.

"I think you should be the one worried, Maxwell. I am not feeling like I’m just going to let you push me around this time. I have a lot pent up, and I want to pound you into oblivion." Andrew didn’t feel like he had control of his words, while Maxwell let out a shaky breath.

"I...I think I like the sound of that Andrew. I just don’t want to know where I begin, and you end." Maxwell whispered and Andrew shivered.

"We better do this on a weekend. You’ll need to recover." Andrew promised and Maxwell chuckled. His fingers traced patterns on Andrew’s hand.

"You promise?" Maxwell teased, and Andrew groaned.

"Max, please. I’m trying to be on my best behaviour." Andrew begged and Maxwell chuckled.

"And so am I." He replied, licking his lips. Andrew had to pull away from him, too close to his temptation. Andrew took a few deep breaths and knew that when he heard that tinkling laughter that Maxwell was laughing at him. Andrew shook his head, taking his time as he breathed in Maxwell’s pheromones.

This was going to be a hard week.