(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 238: Andrew, you should have done your reading about your own body (suggestive)

Obviously, after something like that, Andrew and Maxwell’s plans were interrupted.

Maxwell wanted to continue, even begging and pleading with Andrew that he didn’t mind, and he could knot him as much as he wanted, his eyes filled with lust, but Andrew wouldn’t have it. After the second condom broke, he was worried. He was especially worried since it had felt like he’d ejaculated twice the amount that he normally did when he came, so it was basically like he’d nutted in him four times.

That was scary for Andrew, and he knew that Maxwell was trying to make light of it because he didn’t want to worry him, but Maxwell should be worried too. Andrew wasn’t an idiot. He’d heard the story.

His father had only had to sleep with his Mom one night, and Andrew was conceived. It wasn’t a far stretch for him to think that these actions could result in a baby.

Andrew had rushed to the bathroom, nearly making a mess of everything as he searched for the pills, and then rushed out, his cock still rock hard as he went to the kitchen and grabbed Maxwell some water to swallow it down with.

Maxwell had complained that he would have rathered Andrew’s semen, but Andrew had put his foot down. It was a strange situation, but Andrew had to make some tough choices. What if he gave Maxwell his semen to swallow it down with, but that cancelled out the effectiveness of the pills? He wasn’t going to risk it.

He’d drink water, like a normal person, and they would figure it out later.

Andrew had only been barely talked down from calling Michael. Maxwell had to pet him down from it as he cried, his cock still buried inside of Maxwell, worry making him a mess. He wasn’t afraid to admit that he was scared. He’d never done that before! It had felt good, but no one liked it when things that had remained unchanged for years suddenly got a surprising twist.

Maxwell was trying to comfort Andrew, even as he dripped cum onto their bed, and Andrew had to eventually throw a blanket over him since he couldn’t take the sight. The smell of their pheromones was keeping him hard, and watching his seed drip out of Maxwell was doing something to his head.

He’d never been like this before now, and he was certain it was an alpha thing. Maybe even a true alpha thing. He felt possessive, dangerous, like he wanted to own and mark every inch of Maxwell. He hadn’t felt like this as a beta with any of his other partners.

Not that he’d had a lot that he had a serious relationship with, but that wasn’t an excuse. This was scary, this was alarming, and Maxwell was just...taking his feelings in like they were something easy to take when Andrew felt like he was drowning. It was almost frustrating how kind and caring and considerate he was being.

Andrew almost snapped at him until he looked at Maxwell, really looked at him, and realised the man was covered in bite marks, bruises were forming on his body from Andrew’s grip. HIs wrists were slightly bruised, his lips were swollen, his eyes were actually puffy from all of the tears he’d shed as Andrew had his way with him, and he was sure he was sore down below, but instead of getting upset he was comforting Andrew.

Andrew felt like a piece of shit.

Maxwell noticed the shift and grabbed Andrew’s throat, yanking the man down and slammed his head into his lap.

"Don’t you fucking dare." Maxwell warned, his teeth clenched, and his hands shaking. Andrew froze as Maxwell’s hand tightened on his throat until his airflow was constricted. It wasn’t enough to truly choke him, but it did what Maxwell wanted. Got his attention. "Don’t you fucking dare ruin this moment for me." Maxwell growled, and Andrew swallowed.

"W-What?" Andrew asked and Maxwell glared down at him, his blue eyes hard and watering.

"I know you didn’t grow up in this, I get it, so you don’t understand the significance of knotting. I know. It was scary for you. I get it, but I-" He bit his lip, and Andrew stirred. He was still hard, even as he was in turmoil emotionally. Being in Maxwell’s lap wasn’t changing anything. His thoughts kept drifting to the fact that he was dripping cum from his ass, Andrew’s cum just below his head.

He wanted to get him a plug or something.

"I know that, so I’m trying to be patient, even when you’re in despair while I..." Maxwell’s lips shook. "While I’m so fucking happy." Andrew’s dirty thoughts froze at Maxwell’s shaky declaration. What? Why would he be happy about this? "Do you know what it takes to get a true alpha to knot outside of rut?" Maxwell asked softly. Andrew shook his head.

"I...haven’t read about that part." Andrew admitted as Maxwell’s fingers gently touched his face, tracing shapes into the skin of his cheek. Andrew noticed how his hand was shaking, trembling. The mask that Maxwell had been wearing was slipping the longer that Andrew actually looked up at him instead of being filled with panic.

No. Andrew had just hadn’t noticed how poorly he’d put it on as he’d been panicking about pregnancy and the dangers of it for Maxwell, and how it wasn’t the right time. He had chosen not to realise what state Maxwell was in because he’d been fine all other times.

Andrew closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, before he opened his gaze again and looked at Maxwell. Maxwell’s eyes filled with tears as he met a more steady, calm gaze from Andrew.

"It’s emotion. It’s the strong desire to own, to possess, to love. It’s...a sign of how much a true alpha likes you. How much they want you." Andrew’s own emotions caught in his throat as a tear fell from Maxwell’s eyes, landing on his skin. Maxwell sniffed, reaching up and wiping away the next one that was forming. "So, I know that you’re worried, but I’m so happy. I was worried, I think, that you cared about me, but not enough to knot me. It was just that your body was still developing. You do want to knot me." Maxwell gave a slightly watery smile and Andrew exhaled slowly. He reached up, pulling the man down until Andrew could wrap his arms around him.

"Oh Maxy." Andrew whispered, and he ignored the fact that Maxwell’s body was shaking as his tears overflowed. Andrew had no idea that the man was so insecure about their relationship. He had no goddamn clue, and now that he was learning about it, it was breaking his heart.

Andrew was trying to assure him in normal ways, beta ways, but Maxwell was searching for assurance in an omega way. Andrew didn’t know what that meant, and he was struck with the fact that there was a cultural difference between them that he was still learning.

There were things that were universal, but there were some things that Maxwell needed, that Andrew either didn’t know outright, or hadn’t looked into because he was scared from his own history. He didn’t know where knotting fell, but it was clear that it had been weighing on Maxwell’s mind, even if he hadn’t admitted it until now.

Maxwell sniffed, trying to push himself up, breaking away from Andrew’s tight grip on him.

"I’m sorry. I know this is-" Andrew pulled him down again, squeezing him tightly as he tried to move.

"No. It’s okay. Yes, I’m worried but-" Andrew exhaled. He should tell him why, he should explain why he was reacting like this, when he hadn’t before this time. He’d been hesitant before, but he’d still filled the man up when he wanted him to. He was only like this because of their argument, and because with him knotting him, he felt like his transformation was complete.

He was now like his father.

That terrified him, and Maxwell deserved to know why he was ruining this moment for him.

"I’m sorry I ruined this for you." Andrew muttered. "I’m freaking out, more than I usually do, and it has almost nothing to do with you." Maxwell stiffened as Andrew sighed, squeezing him. He pressed a kiss against his shoulder. "My...Mom got pregnant after one night with my father." Andrew muttered. "I don’t think she knew that I knew that. I overheard her talking with...gosh, I can’t remember who was over at the house, but someone was there and they were discussing it. I heard it, and it’s stuck with me ever since." Andrew remained silent for a moment. "I...That felt like a lot, you know? A lot of cum, even for me." Andrew admitted, and froze when Maxwell’s body trembled.

"O-Oh. Okay." Maxwell’s voice was muffled, but Andrew could tell that thankfully, he wasn’t shaking from tears. It didn’t sound wet and heartbreaking. He hoped it was from laughter. This was a ridiculous situation. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"I panicked. I worried that I got you pregnant, just like my father did to my Mom. I know we have a different relationship, but this feels...this was the last thing I couldn’t do that was like a true alpha. The last thing that made me different from my father. I had no idea it held so much meaning for you." He pressed another kiss against his shoulder and throat, staring at the marks, the bites he’d placed there. "I didn’t mean to take away your happiness from it."

"It’s okay, Andy. You didn’t...you clearly didn’t know. We both had reactions, and we’re talking it out. Look at us. Improvements already." Maxwell joked, pulling back enough that he could meet Andrew’s eyes. "You aren’t like your father just because you can knot me, alright? You can knot me because you like me. I doubt your father has ever knotted anyone." Andrew snorted, his lips twitching at the conviction in Maxwell’s voice. "I bet he’s only knotted people while he’s in rut because he’s got a heart made of ice. You aren’t him. You’re mine, alright? And Andy," Maxwell’s expression grew vulnerable. "You wouldn’t leave me if the pills didn’t work, would you?"

Andrew felt like he’d been stabbed in the chest by the sudden attack. Leave him? When he was pregnant? That wasn’t even an option. Andrew’s grip on him tightened, and Maxwell inhaled as Andrew’s pheromones grew thick, nearly smothering him.

"Andrew." Maxwell gasped, and Andrew jerked. His heart was racing in his chest.

"Why would you even think that?" Andrew asked, his heart breaking. "There is no way I would ever even consider that. You’re mine. If I put a baby in you, you’re both mine. My Mom might roll in her grave that we got knocked up before marriage, but she’d be fine with a shotgun wedding." Maxwell’s expression shifted and he exhaled.

"I don’t know where that came from. It just...it snuck in, and I couldn’t help but ask. I just...it was a worry." Maxwell muttered and Andrew sighed. It hurt a little bit that Maxwell thought that of Andrew, but he was trying not to take it personally. Maxwell was trying to be vulnerable with him, and if that meant asking him questions like that and reassuring him that Andrew wouldn’t leave, Andrew would do so.

He wasn’t doing it to be cruel. In fact, Maxwell looked like he was in more pain as the words had left his mouth, like he was afraid of hurting Andrew by asking it. Andrew peppered Maxwell’s skin with kisses.

The plans for the rest of the night were cancelled. Maxwell wasn’t going to be able to get out of work tomorrow, unless he cried himself to sleep and was unable to go to work because of that. Andrew held the man as Maxwell rubbed his face against him, basically marking him and sighed softly.

He was going to have a lot of questions directed his way tomorrow. He could feel it already, and he was bracing for it now. He could already see Luis’ face that she’d give him tomorrow.