(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 495: Maxy loves pda once he’s been drinking (suggestive)

Andrew had to fight Maxwell off as soon as they got into the car to go home.

Maxwell had drunk a lot. Enough that Andrew knew the man would be feeling it in the morning, and would have been embarrassed at others seeing him in the state that he had been in if it wasn’t for the fact he made sure everyone else was as drunk as he was.

Andrew, Kim, and the minors at the party were a few of the people who managed to keep their sanity. This included Amir, because he only had one drink at the beginning of the night and remained sober the rest of the night. Maxwell had roped Ben, once more, into shots and Ben had simply not learned his lesson from his wedding. Maxwell was a menace.

Anyone who joined him would end up in the same state that he was in if they were not careful, and many were not. Andrew got to see businessmen who were on their best behaviours, slip up, fall, laugh, have a good time thanks to Maxwell.

Andrew was like a damn guard dog, making sure no one overstepped their bounds as Maxwell laughed, giggled, and was so damn pretty that Andrew could feel the jealousy he’d managed to temper, rear its head all over again. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

It was a damn miracle he’d managed to get Maxwell into a car to go home anyways. The party was still going on, but Andrew wanted to go home. Kim, Jenny and the kids were leaving as well, so Andrew thought it was time. Maxwell had almost thrown a fit until frustrated, Andrew had pulled the drunk man close and kissed him to silence him. The whole room had gone up in flames as Maxwell shut up, stunned that Andrew had done it before he wrapped his arms around Andrew’s neck and asked for more.

That was Andrew’s cue to get them the hell out of there. Going through the coat check was a breeze and two cars were already waiting outside for them. Andrew didn’t need to worry since both drivers were outside and looked to be from Andrew and Maxwell’s security detail.

Andrew didn’t even attempt to get Maxwell back into his coat and gloves. There was no way the squirmy drunk was going to let that happen. The security detail was laughing at him as he rushed him to the car, holding the door open for them as Andrew slid the drunk man into the backseat and crawled in himself. As soon as the door closed behind him, Maxwell was on him.

Kissing and hugging him, begging him to touch him.

Andrew knew they were not alone, but Maxwell clearly didn’t know that. The one snort from the driver told Andrew everything, and Andrew had to spend a tortuous amount of time fending off the handsy, pretty man.

"Come on, Baby. Let me suck you off. It’ll be good for you. Come onnn. Lie down. I want to taste your cock." That was what Maxwell was saying to him. Loudly. In the confines of the car.

Andrew was a damn saint for resisting such a siren’s call. Andrew did his best to restrain himself and Maxwell, but the man was so alluring that Andrew couldn’t hold him off completely.

He got a few kisses, Andrew was a weak man when it came to Maxwell, but nothing further. Andrew was sure that Maxwell was not a voyeur, and it was more about their safety than anything else. He didn’t want the driver swerving all over the road while their bosses made out and further in the backseat of their car.

Especially since the car didn’t have a privacy wall or something. That was going to be something Andrew suggested to Thomas or Luis the next time he saw them. Probably at Christmas.

That would be a great, semi-reasonable wedding gift. At least from a rich family. Maybe? Andrew’s brain felt foggy from trying to fight off a man who he had no strength against.

Stumbling into the house with the man on his neck, sucking and nibbling like his life depended on it, was a feat all on its own. He was sure he looked crazy, but no one said a bad word against him. In fact, one of the members helped him into the house, closed the door behind him and wished him a good night.

Yeah, of course.

It was going to be a good night for someone, that was for sure.

"Take these fucking clothes off, Andrew." Maxwell’s voice had a bite to it once they had entered the house. He’d gone from the begging, sweet man who he’d encountered in the car to a firm businessman as soon as the door was locked behind him.

It should have been jarring, but Andrew liked all of Maxwell. He was just as hot and bothered by this Maxwell as he was by the man who had been on his lap in the car.

"Can we at least get upstairs first?" Andrew asked, knowing he was working on borrowed time.

"No. Living room. Right now." Maxwell ordered and Andrew shivered. It’d been a while since Andrew had heard Maxwell be this forceful, and the fact that he was speaking clearly worried Andrew. He was drunk, there was no doubt to that, but Andrew worried that the small bursts of cold air had knocked some of the fog away.

Andrew kicked off his shoes along the way to the living room, knowing where this was going. Andrew was going to end up butt naked on the damn couch again. He was going to have to clean up the living room again. He could feel it.

He was not upset about this prospect in the slightest.

Andrew’s breath came out ragged by the time he made it to the living room. He’d lost his coat in the process, Maxwell’s hands focused on undressing him. His shirt was half undone and Maxwell had slid his hands in under his dress shirt, spreading his hands out on Andrew’s chest. Molding and squeezing the flesh his hands touched.

"Mine." Maxwell growled and Andrew felt a little dizzy.

"It’s all yours, Angel." Andrew promised and watched as Maxwell’s pretty face turned to the dangerous side of feral.

"Yes. All mine." He muttered, leaning in and pressing a kiss against the teeth marks he’d made on Andrew already. Maxwell’s mark on Andrew’s skin.

Andrew groaned as his cock hardened painfully in his pants. Fuck. Now that he knew why Maxwell wanted to mark him beyond his own personal intentions, it made Andrew feel like a damn idiot. He’d been so worried about marking Maxwell, but it was such a relief to find out that they were fated mates.

Was it wrong that that made Andrew feel such relief? Maybe, but that was what therapy was for. He’d talk to his therapist about his feelings on this situation in the new year. For now, he had a handsy, bossy Maxwell who clearly desired him in his hands, his ass filling Andrew’s firm grasp, and Andrew wasn’t a dumb man.

He was going to give the man what he wanted.

Maxwell gave his next orders, making it clear that he wanted Andrew undressed and sitting on the couch. Andrew did as he was told after dropping Maxwell off near the couch so that the man could watch, which was also an order.

Andrew was swelling with pride at the way that Maxwell watched him hungrily as he stripped off each layer of clothing with slow, but practised hands. The man was barely able to stay on his feet as he watched Andrew. Swaying slightly from the alcohol in his system, but he remained standing.

He watched Andrew undress from the side of the couch, using the armrest to keep himself stable as Andrew took off everything he was wearing, including his underwear. He made it a show, of course, a man who wanted to look good for his man, and Maxwell ate up every inch of exposed skin that Andrew revealed. He’d jumped a little as Andrew pulled his underwear far enough that his cock popped out from his underwear like a surprise. Andrew was worried for barely a second that Maxwell wouldn’t want to see it until he caught the look on Maxwell’s face.

Andrew watched as Maxwell licked his lips as he stared at Andrew’s exposed cock. He looked like he was seeing his favourite thing in the whole world. Why was Andrew trying with all the presents under the tree that had Maxwell’s name on them when the man was staring at his cock the way that he was? He should just put a ribbon around it on Christmas Day and tell Maxwell that was his gift.

On a different note, Andrew was glad, once more, that he had a stack of condoms behind the couch hidden in a tissue box. That they had condoms hidden all over the house for these very reasons. Otherwise, moments like this could lead to something dangerous. Something that both Maxwell and Andrew were not quite ready for.

Once Andrew was seated on the couch, his legs wide open, showing off the goods that Maxwell was drooling over, Maxwell stumbled his way over.

He fell to his knees before Andrew, but Andrew wasn’t foolish enough to think that this was a submissive act. Andrew could see the glint in Maxwell’s fevered gaze. The man was in full control of this situation. While Andrew didn’t want to feel like he was taking advantage of someone who was intoxicated, Maxwell was going to fight him the whole damn way.

"Maxy, do you want to take off your clothes?" Andrew asked softly and Maxwell slid his gaze up to Andrew’s. His lips slowly curled into a smile, his eyes such a deep shade of blue that Andrew knew he was a goner.

"You’d like that, wouldn’t you?" Maxwell asked, his voice raspy, dangerous. Andrew hissed as Maxwell’s hand wrapped around Andrew’s cock, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I’ll consider it. Let me play with my toy first." Maxwell said, his eyes zeroing on the tip of Andrew’s cock. Andrew tilted his head back, smiling up at the ceiling as he laughed slightly.

Yeah, he would like that, but this was Maxwell’s world and Andrew was just lucky to be in it.