(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 231: Is this what having a support system feels like?

The next few days actually flew by. Between the two of them not being able to touch each other fully, and Andrew’s own workload, not even considering Maxwell’s workload, Andrew found that the two of them would get home a little later, he’d make dinner, and the two of them would go to bed relatively early.

Andrew would have to get up in the middle of the night and rub one out, but that was a different story. He knew better than to let Maxwell touch him again. After they had blown a load together, Andrew had even more of a desire for the man, not less. His dreams didn’t help either.

He kept having dreams about things he and Maxwell had already done together, and Andrew almost woke up several times about to cum. Thankfully, Maxwell was either a heavy sleeper this week, or pretending to help him save some face since he never woke up as Andrew unwrapped him from himself and headed off to the bathroom.

He’d keep the door open like he had the first time, kind of hoping that Maxwell might wake up and join him, while at the same time hoping that that didn’t happen. If Maxwell put his hands on him before the weekend, Andrew didn’t think he’d be able to stop.

He felt like a lust filled monster, unable to take his eyes off of Maxwell’s lips, his ass, even the way his nipples looked in dress shirts. He felt like a degenerate, but at least he was upholding his side of the bargain since Maxwell had upheld his half.

Speaking of, it hadn’t been radio silence from Maxwell’s parents since they had opened up to them. Maxwell’s Dad was around a lot more, helping Maxwell out in ways that wouldn’t step on his toes. He let Maxwell focus on the projects he had recently started, like the daycare and cafeteria plans while he took over some of the older contracts. Specifically, contracts with alphas that Thomas thought might have ulterior motives.

Maxwell had protested at first, until it became clear that Thomas was right to step in. The request for meetings diminished, and work wasn’t questioned. Thomas’ jaw grew tighter, but he never blamed his son, or even anyone working with him. He always blamed the alphas who were trying to start something.

Maxwell’s Mom was also around a lot more. She didn’t interrupt their lunch dates, but she did show up mid afternoon to check on both Maxwell and Andrew, dropping in, elaborately dressed, make-up done to perfection, every bit the model that she was, while also showing off any power she had.

She made sure that Mr. Newman, Andrew and Maxwell knew of the plans she had made without making it obvious what her plans were to the public. As far as they knew, she had made fitting appointments for Andrew and Maxwell for something frivolous like clothes. Maxwell and Andrew knew it was for the Doctor, and unlike what Maxwell had thought, his Mom had gotten him in a lot sooner.

Andrew thought that maybe Maxwell did it intentionally, tried to make his Doctor visits later, harder to get to, and he couldn’t blame him. His Mom wasn’t going to have it though, and Luis was a woman of her word.

It also didn’t help that December was getting close, so now Kim and Jenny, May and Ford, and Luis and Thomas were getting into the holiday planning mode. Luis wanted to have Maxwell in a more stable state so that he could handle the holidays, and Andrew agreed. Maxwell was embarrassed that he was the center of attention in this way, while Andrew was pretty sure it was about damn time. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Andrew wasn’t off the hook either.

May and Luis got on very well, as did May and Jenny. Kim and Ford got along very well, as well as Ford and Thomas. The families were blending and in ways that spelled doom for Andrew and Maxwell.

May had been searching for a therapist for Andrew. Not about his being a true alpha, which Andrew had started up again after missing a week, but for his regular trauma. Luis, hearing this, had jumped on it and knew that Maxwell, hell, the whole family needed to do it too. The stigma around it was ignored because May admitted easily, openly that she’d had to go to therapy after a bad relationship before Ford.

It was something she had never spoken about, and the shock alone had surprised Rose, Richard, and Andrew. Thus leading to the situation where Andrew was basically bridal shopping, but for a therapist, and Maxwell was next to him doing the same time. May sat on Andrew’s side, Luis on Maxwell’s. It was one way to spend an afternoon at work, that was for sure.

Basically, Andrew didn’t have time to think, hell, even worry about the lack of intimacy between him and Maxwell since the rest of his family and friends were too busy making sure that they were properly being taken care of. Even Ben and Amir had stopped by the company, checking in on them.

Andrew had worried that Ben was going to beat the shit out of him, which he had every right to do as an older brother. Instead of that he asked Andrew how he was doing, checking in on him after he had heard the full story from his parents, and if he should stop drinking around him.

It was strange. Very strange for Andrew. He hadn’t fully said anything, hadn’t even fully acknowledged it himself, but when Ben said it out loud, it made it real. Andrew had froze, his smile stuck in place, his eyes wide before he had started laughing. He told Ben he’d get back to him on that, and it was like with Ben’s words, he had taken something off of his shoulders.

Everyone else had kind of danced around it, not really naming it, but now that Ben had said it, it made it real in a way that Andrew couldn’t ignore and admitting that made a bit of the stress that he had been feeling evaporate.

Michael coming back to town after his conference really solidified that as well.

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Andrew had been sitting at his desk Thursday afternoon, having just seen Maxwell’s Mom and Jenny, who had come in place of May since she had a meeting she couldn’t skip at her company, and the two had forced Maxwell and Andrew to go through the second round of picks for therapists. His head was swimming, his mind trying to focus on the data points that he had to enter for his job when the door to the office hit the wall.

"You sneaky little fox." Michael exclaimed, surprising everyone with his sudden entrance. He was wearing a long black jacket, a pair of nice fitting dark wash jeans with a nice leather belt, and a rich, olive green dress shirt. Everyone in the office jumped. Richard had the largest reaction.

"Jesus Christ! Knock, would you? Everyone else does!" Richard snapped, and it didn’t take Andrew a lot to guess that the man had probably been working on something serious.

"Sorry Dr. Gates. I’ll be borrowing Dr. Nice for a check up." Michael basically yanked Andrew from his seat, dragging him out of the office. Andrew hadn’t expected this kind of behaviour, of this level of strength from the other man.

Michael had been smiling when he’d first come into the office, but it dropped as soon as they were away from windows or other offices.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Andrew?" Michael said, glancing at him. Michael was holding onto his arm, his grip tight and Andrew swallowed.

"I don’t know-"

"Look, I get it. I do. You’re the kind of guy that never wants to burden others. I understand. I’m the same fucking way, but I am pissed that you never fucking disclosed that you had a drinking problem to me. Your fucking friend, and Doctor." Andrew swallowed, taking in how serious Michael’s gaze was, the anger in his jaw and Andrew dropped his head. He let Michael drag him to another part of the office space, using a set of keys to access a part of the floor that Andrew had no idea he had access to.

Michael gestured for Andrew to enter first, and Michael flicked on the light as Andrew carefully stepped inside and found...a doctor’s office. Had Michael always had this?

The door closed behind him and Andrew sealed his lips, shutting down outside thoughts as Michael marched into the room, pulling out a chair for Andrew to sit down as he slammed his portable office down on the desk, opening up his briefcase that he always carried around with him on the bed where patients would normally be seen.

"Michael, I didn’t-"

"Shut it man. I don’t want to hear excuses. Do you know how fucking pissed I was when I heard you went M.I.A. again? I had this conference planned for months, and I almost cancelled it to try and fucking hunt you down. You couldn’t even give me a warning, nor did you message me after." Andrew felt like shit. He didn’t have any excuse beyond that he had gotten busy. He hadn’t messaged Maria either. Fuck. He’d been so focused on everything else, on Maxwell, that he had neglected everyone else again.

"I broke my phone." Andrew said, and Michael’s mouth thinned into a line as he rustled around in his briefcase. "I also didn’t tell you about it because I don’t...I haven’t gone on a bender like that in a long time. I usually have more control but..." Andrew sighed and the rustling from Michael paused. "I’m sorry. I wasn’t even thinking about everyone else around me. I didn’t think I even had anyone who would be worried about me. I just...did what I was used to." Andrew told him and Michael exhaled slowly.

"You’re a fucking idiot. I wouldn’t check up on a guy every day like this, or make him fucking pamphlets if I didn’t care about him in some capacity, even if I was getting paid for it. You’re someone I care about Andrew, and you better not do that fucking shit again. If you go on a bender, just message me. I’ll go on it with you." Andrew’s eyes widened as Michael turned around with a grin. "I’m probably due for one." He said, a dimple in his cheek as he smiled and Andrew let out a shocked laugh.

"Michael, I don’t think you could keep up." Andrew joked, knowing full well that he would not allow him to even start it if he called him. Michael laughed.

"You have no idea what I can drink nowadays, Andy. it’s been a fucking minute since we drank together. Now, we’re drawing some blood today since it’s been a while since I’ve seen you. Roll up your sleeves."