(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 229: A line almost crossed (suggestive)

Thomas and Luis were a little worse for wear as they left the office and gave Andrew and Maxwell a moment to gather themselves as well. Both parents made it very clear to Andrew that Maxwell was their priority, and it was clear that Maxwell was having his worldview turned on its head.

Maxwell, up until this point, had thought that his parents ’liked’ him. More that they tolerated him than anything else, and probably saw him as an asset that could be exchanged for something better. Very business oriented.

Andrew knew that was wrong, but he had the feeling that Maxwell wouldn’t have listened to him if he had said it. Now, finally being confronted with the absolute horror on his parents face as he admitted some of his feelings, Maxwell was coming to terms with the fact that wasn’t the case.

Add to the fact that Maxwell had spoken about something that was trauma for him, he was doing the best that he could now that his parents had left.

Andrew remained beside him, both of them still seated on the couch. Maxwell had stopped crying a while ago, and the redness under and around his eyes had faded enough that he didn’t look like he had been sobbing. He didn’t look well though.

When Thomas had left, he had told Maxwell to call him if he needed help today or in the future. It wasn’t as if he was fully active as the head of the Company he was handing off to Ben, so he could always slide into the role that Maxwell filled, with a little help. Andrew worried that maybe they should have done that right away, but Maxwell hadn’t said anything.

Andrew held his tongue, holding onto the man as he tried to gather himself, and offered the comfort that he could. He was proud of Maxwell that he had done it. Proud that he had spoken up, and out, even if it was to follow the rules that they had laid out. Maxwell didn’t have to admit to as much as he had, but he was a thorough man. In doing so, he found out more about his parents, and Andrew hoped that he had gotten some of the worries off of his chest.

It seemed that was the case, since Maxwell seemed a little deflated as he lay against Andrew’s shoulder. It wasn’t worrisome, at least not to Andrew. The soft sigh that left Maxwell’s lips had Andrew wrapping his arm tightly around Maxwell’s shoulders. He had changed their positions slightly so that he had one arm wrapped around his shoulders, and the other was on top of Maxwell’s hand that rested on Andrew’s thigh.

"It’s okay to take your time, Angel." Andrew told him warmly and Maxwell exhaled again. When he glanced up at Andrew, his face almost devoid of emotions, as if he was numb, he reached up, cupping Andrew’s face. free𝑤ebnovel.com

"Thank you for being here. For coming back." Maxwell whispered and Andrew felt his heart tremble at the soft words.

"Max." Andrew said his name like a prayer. "There wasn’t really another option. Even when I thought we were over, I didn’t think that I would be able to get over you." Andrew told him and Maxwell’s face scrunched up.

"Don’t say that. You’re an amazing man. I’m sure someone else would have come along and interested you." Andrew chuckled, shaking his head.

"There’s no way. There is no one else like you, Maxy. You’re unique, and I..." Andrew flushed. "I yearn for you." Andrew admitted softly. Maxwell’s eyes widened, before he flushed as well, all the way from his ears to his cheeks.

"You what for me?" He whispered back softly, and Andrew groaned.

"Don’t make me say it again. It’s embarrassing." Andrew complained, even as he meant every word. Maxwell swallowed, before his gaze slid down Andrew’s body, and when he slid his gaze back up, his eyes were determined. Hardened.

Andrew was about to ask what he was thinking, when Maxwell grabbed Andrew’s hand in his, picking it up as Maxwell moved. He stood up, shaking off Andrew’s arm around his shoulder, his gaze on Andrew’s face as he moved to be in front of Andrew’s legs. Andrew only had a second to realise what he was doing until it was too late and he gasped as Maxwell slid his legs on either side of Andrew’s. It was a wide stance, one that Andrew was intimately familiar with.

Maxwell grinned as Andrew flushed, his own cheeks just as bright.

"Maxwell Beckett, your parents just left the office." Andrew said, scandalised and Maxwell chuckled, reaching out and wrapping his arms loosely around Andrew’s neck. His fingers began to play with the hairs on the back of Andrew’s neck, and the other man shivered. Andrew’s hands instinctively went to Maxwell’s waist as the man slid closer, until their crotches were flushed, and Maxwell could tell how affected Andrew was by his simple touch.

Maxwell’s smile, the way his face came to life as he realised a simple touch from him had Andrew hard and ready, was something of pure sin. Andrew swallowed, the gentle way he was touching him making his hands twitch on Maxwell’s waist.

"And what are you thinking we are about to get up to, Dr. Knox?" Maxwell teased, his gaze sliding to Andrew’s lips and Andrew groaned.

"Maxwell." He warned. They had just come to an agreement this morning. They couldn’t be breaking it already!

Maxwell’s gaze drooped, and his eyes grew sad. Andrew felt guilt fill him as Maxwell stopped playing with his hair.

"I wasn’t thinking anything that far. I just...can I get a couple of kisses?" Maxwell asked, raising his eyes slowly. Big, soulful, and blue.

Andrew felt himself caving quickly.

"Max, I already told you. I’m at my limit, and you are so clearly not okay right now. I don’t want to take advantage of you. You aren’t really in the right mind to consent." Andrew told him softly, and Maxwell’s sigh in response ripped at his heart.

"You are such a good guy." He said. "I don’t deserve a man like you in my life. I’m sorry I’m so bad. I know you are just looking out for me." Andrew’s lips thinned as Maxwell pulled his hands forward, pressing them against his chest. He put some distance between them, but with his right hand he began drawing little shapes and patterns on top of the sweater Andrew was wearing.

Andrew felt the shapes like a brand, especially since they were over Andrew’s heart.

Andrew could feel every second that Maxwell kept touching him like this, the tight control he had kept on himself slipping. Until Maxwell gave him a little glance through his eyelashes, batted his blue eyes once, twice, and the shackles fell off.

"Oh fuck it." Andrew growled before he raised his hand, clamping it on the back of Maxwell’s neck and swallowed the small gasp as Andrew smashed their lips together in a needy, full of teeth and tongue kiss that had both of them moaning, grinding their hips against each other.

Maxwell wrapped his arms around Andrew’s neck again, his fingers digging into his shoulders and hair as he gave as good as he got. Andrew knew he had been tricked into this, hell, he should have just gotten up and been the bigger person.

But he couldn’t push Maxwell away. As much as he had been tricked, Andrew could sense the fragility to his expression, the way his fingers and hands trembled slightly. If Andrew had said no to this, Maxwell would have taken the blow quite seriously.

It also wasn’t something hard for him to give into. Having a needy, moaning Maxwell in his lap, rubbing his cock through his pants against his own was just...perfect. It was perfect.

Andrew pulled away from Maxwell’s mouth, his lips moving to kiss his chin, neck, throat, sucking on the skin there, wanting to leave a mark. Maxwell gasped, trying to gather his breath as Andrew went on a warpath.

He had warned Maxwell he was on the edge, and now the man was going to have to deal with the beast he released.

"Andy, Baby, we can’t." Andrew paused, before he sunk his teeth carefully into Maxwell’s throat and the man trembled at the feeling of Andrew’s sharp, alpha teeth so near the back of his neck. "I-I mean we can’t go the whole way. Help me get our cocks out. We can do that. Take the edge off." Maxwell murmured, his hands gentle on Andrew. He was trying to calm him down.

Andrew knew his behaviour was bad, he could tell. He wasn’t normally this kind of guy, but they had gone so long without each other, and the emotional rollercoaster had been so severe that Andrew was barely holding on by a thread.

With that being said, he knew that they shouldn’t do that. He knew it, but then he found his hands on his belt, on Maxwell’s belt, and then he was rubbing their cocks together, Maxwell’s hips jerking against his hand as he pressed kisses against his throat, his teeth and lips sucking at the skin before him.

"Andy. Andy, kiss me." Andrew raised his head, his gaze a little hazy as Maxwell took his face in his hands, kissing him with an open mouth, their tongues fighting as Andrew stroked their cocks in a tight, brutal pace.

Neither of them were going to last long, the scent of their pheromones thick in the air as Maxwell let out a little gasp, before moaning and swallowing the sound that Andrew made as they both came, Andrew covering the tips of their cocks so that their clothes didn’t get soiled. They remained plastered together, kissing long after the two of them had reached release, the flame lit and unable to go anywhere else.

There was a pulse in the back of Andrew’s head that screamed that he should breed, breed, breed. It was intoxicating, especially with Maxwell’s pheromones swirling around his head.

It didn’t appear that Maxwell was doing much better, his gaze dazed, his pupils dilated, and his touch shaky, but firm. Andrew didn’t know how long they remained intertwined, but the knock on the door finally shook both of them from their daze.

The trail of saliva between them told Andrew all that he needed to know, and he wiped at Maxwell’s lips, still tempted to go back. Maxwell shivered.

"Don’t look at me like that." Maxwell whispered. "Or I’m not going to listen to our deal, and I’m going to make you take me on my desk." Andrew shuddered, narrowing his gaze at the visual. He could already see it, and that alone should have scared him. He didn’t want to take Maxwell like that.

He shouldn’t.

"We should move away from each other. Give us some distance to calm down." Andrew said, but neither one of them moved.

"Mr. Beckett?" Mr. Newman’s voice held a hint of worry to it and Maxwell closed his eyes, sighing. Andrew watched as he pulled himself together, slowly, and then the Maxwell he had grown to know was in his lap. His lips swollen, his cock still in his hand, but professional.

"You should go before I get any more ideas." Maxwell whispered. "Have lunch with me?" He asked and Andrew nodded.

"Of course." Maxwell smiled, and that soft, nervous, anxious man was back for a split second before the badass was in place once more. Andrew shivered. Was he going to make it the week?