(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 451: Alcohol, it can be good and bad

Andrew decided shortly after that the rest of this conversation could not happen without alcohol. He pulled out his phone, letting Maxwell know that they were moving locations, going to a bar or pub, and he also waved over his security.

"Noah, someone from the security team will drive you home tonight and you can come pick up your car later." Andrew told him, not asking his opinion. Noah stared at him, surprised, as Andrew waited for Maxwell's text response.

Instead, he got a phone call.

"Just take him to our house." Maxwell started, no 'hello', no 'how are you doing?'. No nonsense, like the man he loved.

"Are you sure?" Andrew asked, worried. He heard the chair squeak on the other side of the phone as Maxwell leaned back. He scoffed shortly after that.

"Do you not trust him? Out of the trio you were meeting, he's been to my family's party before. I trust him more than the other two." Maxwell said and Andrew slid his gaze towards Noah. Noah looked like he wanted to protest just on principle, but Andrew just stood up, the chair scratching against the tile loudly.

"As long as you're okay with that. I'm probably going to be emotional." Andrew warned and Noah's eyes widened at how easily Andrew admitted it. Maxwell's laughter washed over him through the phone like a wave.

"When are you not emotional, Baby? You cry when I give you head." Maxwell said that, knowing others could hear him. Andrew felt his face warm as the security guard he'd called over cleared his throat, turning away. Noah flushed. Maxwell laughed, like the menace that he was.

"Maxy." Andrew muttered. "I'm not embarrassed about that, but Noah's as red as a tomato right now." Andrew teased, and Noah sputtered which made Maxwell laugh louder.

"Oh, poor thing. Blow him a kiss for me, but don't put too much meaning behind it." Maxwell warned and Andrew smiled, nodded, and turned to Noah and blew him a kiss with a wink. Noah sat there, stunned, while Andrew turned back to his conversation.

"We're going to be drinking." Andrew started and that seemed to change the energy over the phone.

"Are you?" Maxwell asked and Andrew nodded.

"Yeah. It's the kind of conversation that calls for it." Andrew told him and waited for Maxwell's response. It took a moment, the chair creaking again before he let out a heavy sigh.

"I'm not going to walk into anything worrying, am I?" It was the quietest way he could ask if Andrew was going to be okay, and Andrew felt his chest fill with affection.

"Angel, I understand why you're worried, but I'm okay now. Really. I'll tell you that as many times as you need to hear it." Andrew told him and heard Maxwell let out a shaky exhale.

"Okay. Just…don't drink the really expensive stuff. I love you, but that stuff is for special occasions." Maxwell warned and Andrew laughed.

"And inviting my brother over for the first time isn't special enough?" Andrew teased and listened to Maxwell groan on the other side of the phone. Noah looked like he was experiencing whiplash. Between embarrassment, horror, shock and wrapping back around.

"No." Maxwell deadpanned and that made Andrew tilt his head back and laugh with his full chest.

"Alright, alright. I know what you mean. I don't even know if Noah likes scotch, anyways." Andrew said, staring at the other man. "I'll see you at home then. Love you." Andrew blew kisses at the phone and listened to Maxwell sigh heavily before he hung up. To anyone else, that would have sounded like Maxwell being cold. Andrew knew that when he saw Maxwell at home he was going to be in danger.

Maxwell was going to jump his bones, pulling him into his office and kissing him until both of them were horny teenagers. Andrew could already see the way that Maxwell would look at him. Like the man couldn't get enough of the taste of him.

Andrew felt a shiver run down his spine in anticipation. He was going to have to watch how much he drank so that he could be prepared for anything.

Andrew closed his phone, sliding it into his pocket and smiling at Noah.

"Make your choice. Are you going to pick up your car from here tomorrow? Or my house?" Andrew asked and watched as Noah's mouth opened and closed like a fish. He clearly hadn't expected things to go this way, and Andrew waited for a protest. A good excuse. None came and Andrew felt his lips curl up slightly as Noah closed his eyes, sighed, and stood up.

"I'll tail you to your house." Noah said and Andrew grinned. He reached over, patting the man on the shoulder.

"Smart choice." Andrew told him and Noah gave him a look like he didn't quite believe him. That was a smart thing to do in this situation.

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Noah wasn't that big on scotch. Thankfully, he did like wine, and Andrew knew that they had a bunch of it. He wasn't as well versed in what was expensive in the wine world so he did have to call Maxwell again, who passed him off to Ellis.

Andrew was given a short list of brands of wine he wasn't allowed to drink. Andrew then made sure that the wine he brought up to Noah was not on that list and Noah, for his part, knew more about wine than Andrew did.

He was horrified at a few of the bottles that he brought up, and eventually, they were both downstairs in the liquor room chatting over liquor before they came upstairs with a few approved bottles from Noah and Ellis.

After that, it was all history.

Noah was a good drinker, and was very appreciative of Andrew cooking for him, making snacks, everything. He also slowly opened up more as they spoke. Andrew learned a lot about the man.

He had manifested 'late' but not mid 20s late. More like, 19 late. That was still late for someone to manifest, which was why he was able to live a mostly normal life for a few years before the Abraham family found out he was a true alpha.

His Mom was a good person, unlike some of the partners of their father. His Mom, a female omega like Andrew's Mom, was protective of her only son. She cared deeply for him, and Noah cared deeply for her. It was how the Abraham's were able to use her to get away with forcing Noah to do things he didn't want to.

Andrew learned that Noah's fiancé was after money, power and fame. They wanted Noah to have a bunch of wives since that would reflect on them well. They were also happy to introduce anyone and everyone. Acting like a honeypot for Noah, which only made Noah dislike them more.

Andrew knew that it was the omega's way to make the best of a terrible situation, but it was clear that they had no idea who Noah was as a person. Their suggestion proved that. While Noah was open to having more people in a relationship, it wasn't an infinite number. He wanted enough that he could have a 'snuggle pile', his words.

Andrew didn't know how many people that meant, but it was at least two. Noah did not elaborate on that point.

Noah was a romantic as well. He wanted to propose to them all at the same time, and had it all planned out. Like Andrew, he knew where he wanted to do it, what season he wanted to do it in. He was a planner.

Getting engaged the way that he did meant that he lost that as an option, and that only made Andrew angry all over again.

By the time that Maxwell came home from work Andrew and Noah were pretty drunk, and Andrew was offering up his own money to hire a contract killer to get rid of their grandpa who was making Noah's life miserable.

They were in the kitchen, Noah bent over as he sat in a stool at the island and Andrew was standing, food in front of them, his eyes glazed and his glasses dirty.

Maxwell stepped into the kitchen, having heard Andrew ranting, and when Andrew caught sight of him, his whole demeanor changed.

Andrew smiled, all toothy and rushed towards Maxwell. He picked up the man, spinning him around and pressing kisses against his neck and throat. Maxwell laughed, wrapping his arms around the other man as he continued.

Noah turned so that he could watch them, a smile on his lips.

"That's soooooo cute!" Noah called and Andrew laughed while Maxwell's ears turned pink.

"Isn't he? My sweet, pretty fiancé. Ugh, my heart can barely handle the fact that you're going to take me as your husband in a few months." Andrew gushed and Maxwell smiled down at the man warmly.

"Put me down, Andy." Maxwell ordered, and Andrew put him flat on his feet. Maxwell then took in the room, scanning the disaster before him, before he turned to Noah. "If you two are discussing hired killers, I have a better, faster, and more discrete option." He offered and the brothers were silent for a moment before they started laughing.

Maxwell was a little startled by how similar they sounded, but the men were so drunk that they couldn't notice that.

"See? I told you. Scary. I'm glad for you, man." Noah said, offering a hand, and Andrew took it. Maxwell watched them, glad that they were getting along as well as they were.

"Scary? I can be scarier. Do you want to see it?" Maxwell asked, undoing his tie and climbing up onto a stool. Andrew was already fumbling with a wine glass, pouring him a glass and Maxwell smiled.

Andrew was all loving smiles, his eyes practically screaming that he loved Maxwell, and Maxwell was glad to see this version of him. Andrew was glad to show it. Glad that he could prove that he wasn't who had been before.

"Uh, no thank you." Noah answered, and Maxwell grinned.

"Too bad. You're going to get it anyways." Maxwell told him and Andrew laughed, while Noah groaned. Maxwell took a sip of his wine, smiling. Maxwell was glad that he told them to come home. Maxwell would have missed this otherwise.