(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 240: I hope you didn’t forget

Andrew felt like a naughty schoolboy. The lab coat didn’t help his feelings.

Nor did the fact that as soon as Michael had left, and so had Jenny and Luis, Maxwell had pulled him into a dusty closet nearby to slam their lips against each other. Maxwell had locked the door behind him in the tiny space, before he’d grabbed Andrew’s face and kissed him senseless. Andrew wasn’t exactly going to tell the man he wasn’t allowed to kiss him after what he’d done last night.

"Max, you know we aren’t supposed to be doing this." Andrew got out in between the hasty kisses, Maxwell’s lips barely giving him a chance to breathe, let alone speak. It was as if he was trying to prevent Andrew from thinking.

Too bad he didn’t need his lips to think.

"You aren’t supposed to be feeling me up, or filling me up, but you can kiss me." Maxwell said against Andrew’s lips, his hands on the other man’s waist, covering Andrew’s hands as if he was able to hold him in place. Andrew said nothing, letting the other man feel like he was pinning him in place. Andrew was weak to his seduction no matter what, but given the conversation they had at lunch, he was still feeling a little sensitive, and down.

"But if you keep kissing me, I’m going to have thoughts, and then I might act on those thoughts when we’re alone." Andrew complained, worried, and Maxwell sighed against his lips.

"Andy, Baby, it’ll be-" Andrew stopped him, not letting him placate him this time.

"Max, you aren’t going to fight me if I push it. I know you won’t, and then I’m going to be in trouble with your Doctor, and my own. Sure, we’ll both be satisfied, but I don’t want to get ripped to shreds by Michael again." Andrew’s heavy breathing wasn’t really selling his case. Or, it was, considering Maxwell stopped, his own breaths coming hard and heavy as they were pressed against each other in the crowded storage closet.

This wasn’t the first time Maxwell had chosen this one in particular, but it had been a while since they had used it. Almost three weeks, to be exact.

Maxwell’s gaze roamed Andrew’s face, taking in that what he was saying was the truth. He wasn’t denying him in the slightest, and that alone made Andrew want to sigh and put some distance between them. There was no way he was going to be able to do that on his own though. He liked being pressed against him too much.

Maxwell’s face turned down in a frown, his brows furrowing.

"Damn it, Andrew. Just let me kiss my boyfriend in peace." Maxwell complained and Andrew felt a warmth fill his chest in the face of his pouting. It was so damn cute that Maxwell didn’t deny anything and instead threw a fit.

"I’m sorry Angel. I would, absolutely, but this boyfriend is feeling a terrible case of the blue balls. Even after yesterday." Maxwell’s eyes went wide, his mouth opening and Andrew couldn’t tear his gaze away from that open mouth of his. Andrew hesitated, before he continued to speak. "If I had known, I would have continued yesterday. Worked it all out of my system, but now that I have been given the slap on the wrist, I can’t." Andrew admitted and Maxwell closed his mouth and swallowed. Andrew watched as his eyes dilated, a flush touching his cheeks and his throat worked.

"You can’t tell me shit like that. Now I’m embarrassingly wet." Maxwell whined and Andrew groaned.

"And that’s cruel of you to tell me. You know I can’t do anything about it." Andrew could feel his cock pulse. It didn’t take much to get him hard, not while around Maxwell. That only made this even harder on him. Groaning, Andrew turned his face away when all he really wanted to do was suck on his pink lips until they were swollen. Or bury his face in that throat, inhaling his scent as he rammed into him over and over.

Shit. He was too horny for this right now.

"Don’t turn away." Maxwell protested, tugging on his hands that he held and Andrew flinched.

"I can’t. I’ll...I feel like a beast, Max. I just want to eat you from head to toe. We need...we need a buffer. I don’t want to leave the house for the weekend and stay in a hotel, but we need something else going on so that I can keep my hands to myself. Be good for the next two days." Andrew was pleading with the other man. He really didn’t want to have to leave, but now that he’d had a taste, he wasn’t sure jerking off in the bathroom was going to cut it until he drained his balls completely. Maxwell growled.

"I should have forced Mom to get the time for the visit changed. Moved it forward." Maxwell said. Andrew felt a shiver run down his spine at the way Maxwell was speaking. He loved when he got all angry like this. It was so hot, and Andrew was worried that he was finding everything that Maxwell did hot.

"We can do it. We just...need a distraction. Maybe we go out somewhere in public? A date or something?" Andrew suggested and Maxwell grumbled.

"I wouldn’t care about that right now." Andrew felt his eyes go wide and he turned his gaze back to Maxwell. That was new. He never would have expected that from him. Maxwell was so anti-pda that Andrew kept it to an absolute minimum. To hear that the man himself wouldn’t mind if Andrew...had his way with him in public?

Insane, and proved to Andrew how down bad the two of them were for each other.

Andrew had never regretted doing the right thing more than right now.

"I just want to be inside you right now." Andrew whispered, his desires getting the better of him and Maxwell sighed wistfully.

"And I want you to be inside of me. Too freaking bad that you are a goody two shoes and a damn giant in every way." Andrew felt his face heat as Maxwell spoke. Damn it. This was just another reason to hate his father.

If he ever saw him, he should kick his damn knees in.

"Why don’t we go on a date and then...look at houses? That will keep us out of the house, away from others, and busy enough that neither one of us would be thinking about who is inside of who?" Maxwell offered and Andrew froze.

It was a good idea, that was true, but Andrew had just come to a revelation. Something that both of them had forgotten about. Andrew and Maxwell just needed to scratch an itch. In all fairness, it didn’t have to be Andrew’s cock inside of Maxwell. They had another option.

"That is a great idea, and I do like it, but...we forgot about a third option." Andrew said slowly, the smell of Maxwell’s pheromones making his head feel fuzzy in a good way. "You could top me." Andrew said, and Maxwell froze.

"What?" Maxwell sounded shocked. Andrew swallowed thickly, his heart racing.

"I’ve brought it up before. I don’t mind bottoming. Unless you only exclusively want me to top. I’m fine with either. I just...I can’t enter you, but you could...enter me?" Andrew said, a little breathless. "I can message Michael, see if it’s okay. I am not saying I wouldn’t want to spend a weekend out with you, looking at houses. We can still do that and then..." Maxwell slapped his hands over Andrew’s mouth, his eyes slightly dazed.

"Shut up for a second. I’m just...I’m trying to wrap my head around what you’ve just said to me." Maxwell’s face was flushed, and Andrew watched as the other man began to scan Andrew’s body. The more he looked at him, the more heated his gaze got. Andrew had a feeling that he hadn’t considered it again after Andrew had brought it up the first time. Andrew was a little disappointed to consider that, but then perked up.

It at the very least meant that Maxwell was satisfied with Andrew. Andrew felt a slight shiver run down his spine. He’d be Maxwell’s first, since he doubted the other man had topped anyone else, especially an alpha. Andrew knew his type. He liked to be in charge, but he liked it when others filled him.

That would be...Andrew really liked the idea. He hoped that Maxwell liked it too. Damn it, now that he had it in his head, he hoped that Michael didn’t shoot him down. He’d be destroyed all over again.

He could still hear how Jenny and Luis had laughed at him and Maxwell after he’d been told the news by Michael. He was sure that they both looked like the world had ended. The two were going into a weekend. Alone. Where they weren’t allowed to touch each other. Michael had the decency to at least look apologetic when he’d delivered the news.

Luis and Jenny? Not a damn chance. The two had teased them, which was why Andrew found himself in a closet alone with Maxwell. Luis had stuck around, Jenny leaving to go back to work. Maxwell had clearly reached his limit, since Luis didn’t stick around in the research levels.

Andrew felt his heart racing in his chest, waiting for Maxwell’s reply. Until someone knocked on the door.

"Mr. Beckett? We need to head to your next meeting." Mr. Newman at least sounded apologetic. More so than everyone else who had delivered bad news in their life recently.

"Fuck. Alright. Let me think. I’ll think about it, but I need a little taste for the road." Maxwell muttered, grabbing Andrew’s face and kissing him deeply. Enough that when he pushed open the door to the storage closet, he had to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, and Andrew was painfully hard.

Maxwell’s proud smirk as he left nearly did him in.