(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 499: A frilly white apron for a handsome man
Andrew woke up, slowly the next morning. The sunlight couldn’t pierce the room due to the thick curtains that Maxwell had insisted on.
Right now, Andrew was thankful that he was so insistent. He was sure that Maxwell would feel the same once he woke up. He was sure that Maxwell was going to have a severe headache when he awoke.
Andrew let out a soft sigh, adjusting his grip that he had on Maxwell. He was bare chested, and tucked against the other man, Maxwell encapsulated in his arms. He was still connected to Maxwell, like he had suggested the night prior and Andrew felt a small smile touch his lips. Andrew’s body ached, sore from how tense his body had been the night prior.
Maxwell had been a devious seductress as soon as they had arrived in the bedroom. He’d forced Andrew to lie on his back while he rode him into oblivion. Andrew wasn’t afraid to admit that he cried, a lot, both from aching for release and from the pure pleasure that Maxwell gave him.
The tub of cum lube was...mostly empty now.
Maxwell had been...heavy handed and Andrew wasn’t about to say no to him since this was a way for them to both be safe. The sheets, however, had to be changed a few times.
Andrew smiled, remembering the previous night as he tucked Maxwell even closer to his chest, enjoying the feeling of the man against him in all of his glory.
Andrew dozed like that for a while until he felt Maxwell fully stir. The man groaned at the start, sounding like an upset child as he slowly awoke.
"My head." Maxwell grumbled, his voice deep with sleep and Andrew grinned.
"Do you need some pain medication, Angel? Andrew asked, sweet as pie as Maxwell tightened around his cock inside of him.
"Please." Maxwell whispered and slowly, Andrew withdrew himself from Maxwell, kissed him on the cheek and then headed to the bathroom, naked as the day he was born.
When he came back, Maxwell was sitting up in bed, looking dazed and confused as he squinted towards Andrew. His lips were full, his hair was a mess, and he was covered in kiss marks.
He looked adorable.
"My sweet fiancé, there is a glass of water by the bedside, and I have some medication for the headache that you no doubt have." Andrew told him, placing the pills into Maxwell’s hand as he approached and then grabbed the glass of water for him. Maxwell took it carefully and it looked painful as he swallowed before he passed the glass back to Andrew.
Andrew placed it back onto the nightstand before he stood before Maxwell, smiling.
"Well, what would you like to do, Maxy? Stay in bed, or would you like breakfast and I can bring you downstairs so you can watch me cook?" Andrew asked. Maxwell was slow in his decision, but he did eventually make it.
"I want to watch you make breakfast. And I should eat. God, why did you let me drink like that?" Maxwell complained, blaming Andrew. Andrew grinned, leaning in and pressing a kiss against his lips.
"Because I don’t control my sweet, handsome fiancé. I just cleaned up the mess after." Andrew told him with a naughty grin and Maxwell weakly hit his arm.
"You asshole." Maxwell grumbled, but there was no bite to his words. Andrew laughed and headed for the bathroom again.
"Do you want a shower or a bath?" Andrew asked.
"A shower. I don’t want to soak for a long time. Just want to get clean and get it over with quickly." Maxwell told him and Andrew waved a hand behind him to show that he heard him.
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Cleaned, freshened up, Andrew and Maxwell headed downstairs, with Maxwell getting the Andrew special.
Carried in his arms like the precious man that he was.
Maxwell looked tired, his head lolling from side to side with each step. His movements were slow, weak, like a baby bird, and Andrew was doing his best not to make fun of the other man. He was sure that there were several members of his family that were having a hard time moving around. It was a blessing that they made sure there were a few days between actual Christmas celebrations and the party.
Otherwise, Andrew had a feeling all of it would be cancelled.
Andrew did put on some Christmas music while he made breakfast. Time didn’t matter to him, they were having breakfast. That was what he told Maxwell, and that was what he was going to do.
It was a full breakfast too. They had worked up quite the appetite, and Andrew was not going to make a little bit of anything. Maxwell probably would only be able to eat a third of what was put before him because he was hung over, but that didn’t mean Andrew wasn’t going to give him options.
Andrew made sure that Maxwell had a nice cup of orange juice and a glass of water to sip on while he bustled around the kitchen in just an apron.
He’d made sure that Maxwell was fully dressed in a pair of underwear and Andrew’s t-shirt, but that was about it. He even made sure it was a festive shirt, with a cartoon Santa and some reindeer on it. He couldn’t remember when he’d got the shirt either.
Maxwell was grumpy, dazed, slumped over while he was sitting at the island and watching Andrew move around the kitchen in his frilly white and red apron that he’d gotten for the holiday season.
"It should be a crime to have that ass and wear that apron." Maxwell muttered and Andrew let out a laugh.
"Why? Like what you see?" Andrew asked, giving him a playful look over his shoulder as he wiggled his ass in front of the other man. Maxwell scowled at him, but Andrew knew it was more because he felt terrible, not because he was annoyed at Andrew’s response.
Maxwell remained mostly silent, with a few moody comments here and there until Andrew finished making breakfast. Once food was ready, Andrew was sitting down beside the grumpy man, Maxwell seemed to even out.
He clearly just wanted Andrew near him for comfort.
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He didn’t eat much, like Andrew anticipated, but that was okay. Andrew could tend to his hung over lover safely from the comfort of their own home. Maxwell would just have to put up with Andrew and his desire to watch Christmas movies in their living room. Maxwell, however, had no complaints as long as he was glued to Andrew’s side.
It was actually the sweetest thing imaginable to have Maxwell pressed against him, wrapped up in a themed blanket, sleeping peacefully as classic Christmas movies played in the background. Andrew just sat in the moment, letting all of it sink into his bones. Change him on a fundamental level.
It was so sweet, so cute, that it felt like Andrew could not contain how much he loved the man. Even at his weakest. Hell, it was probably because he was at his weakest, and he was trusting Andrew to tend to him and take care of him completely. The trust...the love...Andrew’s heart was full.
Andrew felt a small shiver run down his back as he remembered the conversation the previous night. He wondered if Maxwell remembered, but if he didn’t, Andrew wouldn’t mind. They had plenty of time. For now, he could actually take the time to imagine what their kids would be like, who they would take after.
Would they be like Andrew? Needy, cuddlers with big smiles and open arms? Or would they be like Maxwell? Softer, a little less needy but greedy for attention? It would be cute either way. As long as they got parts of Maxwell in them, Andrew wouldn’t care.
He also wouldn’t care if they had to adopt. If pregnancy didn’t work out well for Maxwell. He didn’t care, truly. He just wanted to continue to build a life with Maxwell full of love and light.
He just wanted to make a home that his Mom would be proud of, that he could say he was proud of as well. Somewhere safe for him, Maxwell, and any of the people that they cared about.
He also wanted to make sure that those who had hurt others would face justice, but Andrew did not have to worry about how that happened. His sweet, wonderful fiance who was terribly hung over was making sure that was happening, as well as the police.
Tragically for the Abraham family, they would not be able to buy their way out of this one. Not with Mr. Dalton also holding his foot to the police force’s neck. This was going to be a battle of the rich families, and Andrew had faith in his side.
Andrew smiled, brushing some hair out of Maxwell’s eyes so that it didn’t wake him.
He couldn’t wait to marry him and make him his. He wanted the world to know that Maxwell Beckett and Andrew Knox were tied together, forever. Nothing would be able to separate them. Not even the Abrahams.
