(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 452: A first time over

Noah ended up staying the night as neither Andrew nor Maxwell wanted to send the man home as drunk as he was. He had gotten more drunk as the night went on, clearly happy to be around people that cared about him.

Maxwell was glad that Andrew had someone to dote on for the night, and felt like he was only benefitting from Noah coming over. Andrew was very touchy-feely. Wanting to show off Maxwell to his brother, and also just wanting Maxwell around.

That meant that the man was holding him close, pulling Maxwell into his lap when they were in the living room, staring at Maxwell when he thought not one else was watching. Overall, the man wasn’t able to contain his love for Maxwell, and that suited him just fine.

Maxwell felt like if the two of them weren’t as intoxicated as they were, they would have seen how Maxwell was glowing under the other man’s attention. He knew that Andrew was going to be sad that he missed it, but he wasn’t quite sure that Noah was.

Noah had, at one point, started complaining, more like sobbing, about his fiancé. How cold they were, distant. How they were nothing like the other fiancés he had seen come to the family. How much he wanted something like what Andrew and Maxwell had, and how that just wasn’t going to happen for him.

Not if he was going to let Nicole be happy.

Maxwell wasn’t quite sure what those words meant, but Andrew did. Andrew gave Maxwell a knowing look over Noah’s bent head and Maxwell knew that meant he would know more later. When they didn’t have a sobbing Noah in between them, the man emotional because he couldn’t fully control his life.

Noah then proceeded to cry about the fact that he just wanted two pretty people who cared about him at his side. That went on for a lot longer than Maxwell expected, and forced Andrew to half drag Noah up to the spare room and tuck him into bed.

When he came back downstairs, still intoxicated, he had a thoughtful look on his face. Maxwell sat on their couch, his left arm across the top of the couch, his right hand holding a snifter of scotch. Andrew had insisted at one point that Maxwell drank with them and this way he could pace himself while also being around them.

It was a smart plan, since shortly after he poured himself a glass, Noah had started rambling.

Andrew stood in the doorway, caught as he stared at Maxwell. Maxwell felt his lips curl up slowly, staring at the man whose face was flushed, his eyes dazed, and he wondered what the man was thinking.

"You look so pretty." Andrew mumbled, and Maxwell felt his face break out into a wide smile.

"Oh? Is that why you aren’t coming over and sitting with me?" Maxwell asked and watched as the bigger man visibly swallowed.

"I’m allowed to come over?" Andrew asked and Maxwell chuckled.

"Why wouldn’t you be able to come over? Come on. I want my big teddy bear." Maxwell said, his ears flushing as he said the words. Andrew came over with a start, sliding onto the couch with about as much grace as an elephant before he wrapped his arms around Maxwell, pressing his face into his chest.

"Mm. Maxy." Andrew mumbled, and Maxwell couldn’t even get mad at the man. Not when he was this adorable. It made Maxwell want to get violent, he was so damn sweet and cute. For as big of a man that he was, he always made Maxwell feel secure. Even when Andrew himself wasn’t so sure him.

"Mm, Andy." Maxwell teased and Andrew sighed. He shuffled in closer, hugging the man tighter as he pressed his nose into Maxwell. His glasses were all twisted, and must have not been comfortable from the way they dug into his face but the man didn’t seem to mind.

"What were you thinking about by the doorway?" Maxwell asked him softly, dropping his hand to gently run his fingers through the other man’s hair. Andrew sighed peacefully.

"I was just thinking about how lucky I am to have someone like you as my fiancé." Andrew muttered. "Listening to Noah complain about what he didn’t have, and how he wanted someone like you has really made me grateful for what I have." Andrew told him. When he tilted his head back to look up at Maxwell, Maxwell’s heart squeezed. "I love you, Maxy." Andrew told him and Maxwell melted.

He bent, pressing his lips against the silly man’s forehead.

"I love you too, Andy." Maxwell told him softly, and watched as the intoxicated man lit up from within.

"Really? I couldn’t ask for anything more than." Andrew said and Maxwell let out a laugh. He kept running his fingers through his hair, staring at him with affection.

"You should ask for more. What about everything else you’re working towards? Aren’t you greedy?" Maxwell teased and Andrew’s face grew contemplative, before he gave a big, bright grin.

"I could be more greedy, but you’re going to do the fighting for me, aren’t you?" Andrew said and Maxwell couldn’t even argue with the man. Not when he was smiling so prettily for Maxwell.

Maxwell closed his eyes, sighed, and then opened them to lean in and cover Andrew with his arms. Maxwell then took the last of the scotch, put it on the small table that ran the back length of the couch, and sighed.

"Let’s head to bed, hmm? I want to curl up with you in bed." Andrew grinned up at Maxwell, shifting his weight back and letting Maxwell go just enough that he was able to get up off the couch. Andrew took his hand in his as soon as he was standing, raising Maxwell’s side of their joint hands to his lips.

Maxwell felt his toes curl as Andrew’s lips touched his hand. Andrew’s eyes glittered, like he knew how he effected him, and found great joy in it.

"Are you going to wear one of my shirts, Maxy?" Andrew asked and Maxwell felt a jolt in his crotch. He wanted to wear more than just his shirt, but given the level of intoxication that Andrew was at? That wasn’t fair, and Andrew couldn’t fully consent.

Would Maxwell have cared before? No. Having Andrew at his side was making him a better person. Damn the man.

Maxwell smiled at the man, tugging at his hand so that he could mimic what Andrew had done to him. Andrew swooned as he felt Maxwell’s lips against his skin.

"I was planning to go to bed naked, but I can wear one of your shirts." Maxwell teased. Andrew’s eyes glittered, slowly turning amber and Maxwell was afraid that as much as he was telling himself he couldn’t do anything with the man, he had awoken the beast that always slumbered inside of him.

"Were you? Well, I shouldn’t prevent you from doing what you want. Don’t mind me. You can sleep naked, Maxy. I’ll just have to find other ways to make sure I leave my scent on you." Andrew’s voice had dropped into a low timber, and Maxwell found himself staring at the man.

He was in turmoil because the man was drunk. It was obvious from the way that he was swaying on his feet, the slightly flushed look to his face and how dilated his pupils were. He didn’t want to take advantage of the man, even if Andrew might not see it the same way.

It was the curse of being the sober one of the pair.

"Andy, you’re going to sleep as soon as we get to bed. You’ve been drinking, and I will not have you think I take advantage of drunk people." Maxwell said and watched as the big man began to pout.

"What? What do you mean? You aren’t taking advantage of me. I’m twice the size of you and I could very easily push you off if I wanted to. Come on, Maxy." Andrew pleaded, raising their joint hands again. This time, he nibbled on Maxwell’s index finger. Maxwell narrowed his gaze at the man as butterflies stirred in his gut.

He could feel his body awakening. It had been doing that ever since Andrew had started touching him. Maxwell was weak to this big man. Even his simple touches awoke something inside of him.

"Just because you can doesn’t mean that you would." Maxwell told him and Andrew pouted again. He even stuck his lip out and made it tremble. Maxwell had to fight a smile at the sight.

"What? My sweet CEO fiancé wouldn’t push me off if he didn’t want it? I don’t believe that. He’s so strong, powerful and badass. He would put me in my place if I was overstepping, wouldn’t he?" He was fluttering his eyes at Maxwell, pulling out all of the stops.

Maxwell couldn’t help it. He felt his serious expression shatter as he started to laugh. Andrew had thought that he had won, but he was wrong.

Maxwell reached up with his free hand, cupping Andrew’s face with it and smiling up at him.

"This strong, badass CEO has a major flaw, Andy." Maxwell told him softly. "That flaw is you, Baby. I’d let you get away with murder." Maxwell told him sincerely and watched as Andrew’s playful expression froze. He scanned Maxwell’s face, trying to see if he was joking. Maxwell was not.

"Angel, that’s not a flaw." Andrew said softly, leaning into Maxwell’s touch. "You’re really making it hard for me to talk you into bed." Andrew protested. "Especially when you’re being this sweet." Maxwell grinned.

"Good. I’m trying to be responsible. One of us has to." Maxwell told him and watched as Andrew sighed, his eyes closing for a moment before they opened again. Maxwell felt his breath catch at the amber hue that stared back at him.

He was stunning.

Andrew was a beautiful man. Stunning, and with the amber eyes that stared at him? While he was trying to talk him into bed?

Maxwell should get a reward for being so good.

"Come on, my sweet, lovable alpha. You need to get into bed before you cause me more problems." Maxwell told him and Andrew pouted, but followed after him.

"Alright. I guess I’ll save my favourite midnight snack for later." Andrew muttered defeatedly. Maxwell had to resist the urge to laugh. Otherwise, the man might take it that he could get away with that kind of behavour.

He could, but he didn’t want him knowing that so soon.