(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 538: An unknown countdown
Turns out, the shot was a blowjob shot. It was a shot that Andrew was…quite familiar with from his younger days. Andrew had a past, and he wasn't shy. However, he somehow found himself in a chair, his thighs spread with a glass between his legs while Maxwell grinned up at him from on his knees, licking his lips.
Maxwell had both hands on his thighs, holding onto Andrew for stability and excitement while a circle formed around them. Jenny made sure Leo didn't see it, while Kim kept an eye on the show for them. Andrew was glad that the rest of the older family members were gone.
It would have been embarrassing to have to look Ford in the eye after he witnessed Maxwell do this to him.
Maria and surprisingly, a rather drunk Michael were the instigators of the chanting. Andrew didn't mind his new husband doing this kind of thing to him, teasing him this way. He just didn't like that they had a captive audience.
However, Maxwell wanted to do this, and Andrew was…always there to please his enthusiastic husband.
Andrew smiled down at Maxwell, reaching out his hand to touch Maxwell's cheek. The smaller man leaned into the touch, turning his head to press a kiss against Andrew's open palm. He was feeling rather playful, Andrew could tell. It had nothing to do with the fact that the man was on his knees in front of a group with a cream-filled shot between Andrew's thighs.
Maxwell's gaze was hot, staring at Andrew. With a rather shaky sigh, Andrew shifted his hand, sinking his fingers into Maxwell's carefully crafted hairdo and heard everyone get louder as Andrew nudged Maxwell closer to the shot. Closer to his crotch.
Maxwell's grip on Andrew's thighs tightened, a small smile touching his lips as Andrew and Maxwell's gaze met. Even with his intoxicated state, Andrew could tell that Maxwell was taking Andrew's actions as a challenge. Andrew just wanted to get this over with, and instead he'd lit a fire inside of Maxwell.
Ah. He was in trouble now.
Maxwell leaned in, taking the shot glass into his mouth, getting a bit of cream on his lips. He tilted his head back, the shot sliding down his throat and Andrew watched as he swallowed. He didn't take the shot glass out of his mouth, instead opting to put it back where he'd gotten in. The grin that was on his lips as he pulled away was a warning to Andrew.
Maxwell was going to run him ragged. Andrew gulped.
"Did you enjoy your shot?" Andrew asked carefully, watching the other man begin to eye him up like a chunk of meat at a butcher shop. Maxwell chuckled, getting to his feet shakily, reaching a hand out and grabbing the back of Andrew's neck roughly. Andrew had to catch the other man with his hands, keeping him stable as the man practically fell into his lap. Andrew squeezed his thighs together, keeping the shot glass safe and his husband safe at the same time.
Maxwell heavily petted his face, smiling at Andrew.
"You want a taste?" He asked before leaning in and kissing Andrew messily on the mouth. It was a rather aggressive kiss, Andrew and Maxwell's teeth hitting each other but Maxwell didn't seem to mind. He just wanted to kiss Andrew, and the rest of their audience was glad to be witnesses. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎
Andrew kept him at a safe distance, even if the man was eager to make this a far more intimate moment. Andrew had some lines, and even if he had been as intoxicated as Maxwell was at the moment? He would not have allowed that kind of behaviour. Maybe at a different time, but becoming a true alpha had made it so that Andrew had to face his possessive tendencies head on.
Some things Andrew would keep for just himself.
"Maxy, Angel, if you want to continue, we have to leave the party." Andrew told him, pulling back and holding Maxwell far enough away from his face that he could hear him. Maxwell was pouting, looking so damn cute and sweet that he almost missed that the man was reaching for his cock. "Maxy." Andrew's voice was firm as he grabbed the other man's wandering hands. He had an unapologetic smile on his face.
It was hard for Andrew to remain unaffected when he was being so damn cute and playful. Maxwell was rarely like this, so it was hard for Andrew to stand firm.
"I'm serious, Maxy." Andrew warned and Maxwell pouted harder. His bottom lip was so far out that Andrew just wanted to lean in and suck on it.
"Come on, Andy. Just a little?" Maxy asked, all sweet and handsome and the prettiest man Andrew had ever seen.
"Not with others watching, Maxy. I draw the line there." Andrew remained firm, proud of himself. Maxwell harrumphed, crossing his arms and looking twice as cute. He got up, pissed, and gave Andrew the finger. Andrew knew that he didn't mean it, but he could tell that Maxwell was surprising a few people who had never seen him like this.
Andrew was glad that they had decided not to get pregnant ahead of the wedding. Maxwell got to have these moments of peace. Even if it made Andrew want to slam his head into a wall to keep his sanity.
Maxwell headed for the bar, getting more shots and Andrew knew that Maxwell probably thought he had a long night ahead of him, but Andrew was putting a timer on. Half an hour, max, before Maxwell reached the point of no return and Andrew was not going to let him feel him up in front of others anymore.
Andrew was going to carry his new husband back to their rooms, bathe him, and tuck him into bed. He would have to tend to him tomorrow considering most of the things he was drinking were sugary sweet.
From the kiss, Andrew could tell.
Ben came over, laughing as Andrew was getting up, picking the shot glass up from between his legs, his hand on the back of the chair as he stood.
"He's got maybe an hour, max." Ben told him, grinning as he continued to drink scotch. He hadn't switched from it, and had been taking his time with it. He was intoxicated, but it was a pleasant buzz. A maintainable buzz.
Maxwell? He was out of control.
Andrew huffed, rolling his eyes as he watched Maxwell rope unsuspecting members of the party into doing a shot with the groom.
"That's generous. He's got about half an hour before that pretty little bottom is over my shoulder and we're leaving for the night." Alright, so maybe Andrew was feeling a little more annoyed and spicier than he thought. Ben's smirking glance at Andrew told him that he could tell Andrew was on a thin line.
"If you scoop him up now, he might even still be lucid." Ben suggested and Andrew gave a harsh laugh.
"Absolutely not. The previous shots he's taken haven't caught up with him yet. He's nowhere near lucid. Besides, I'm not taking advantage of him tonight. We have plenty of time to be intimate. We're heading on our honeymoon two, technically one day from now. I am a patient man." Andrew told his brother-in-law. Ben chuckled, raising his glass to his lips.
"You're a good man, Andy." Ben told him, and Andrew would take the compliment. Even if what he was doing was basic human decency. He knew plenty of men that weren't like that.
Glancing around the room, Andrew caught, with a bit of surprise, that Elijah and Nicole had tucked themselves in a corner and were making out rather heatedly. Both appeared to be rather intoxicated, with Elijah sitting in Nicole's lap. Andrew turned his head away, feeling like he was watching something he really shouldn't be.
"Jordan and Rose disappeared." Andrew muttered and Ben made a noise, making Andrew glance towards him.
"Little Fern was acting up. Jordan didn't want to leave him alone so they decided it was time to head out. They meant to say goodnight, but knew that they would see you in the morning." Ben said. "I caught them just as they were leaving. Amir and I were taking a moment to call his grandma and see how Mehar was doing." Ben told him. That was a small relief.
He also didn't spot Will, or Rue, but there was no way that Andrew thought the two were together. Rue didn't strike Andrew as the kind of man that would forgive someone who had pushed them past the point of no return.
"Will's okay?" Andrew asked and Ben sighed.
"Doubt that, but he's figuring himself out. He was actually…very sincere in his apology to Rue. It was good. He had to leave early. Something came up at the hospital, and since he hadn't been drinking both Dad and I told him it was okay to leave. He stayed for the important parts, and his work is far more hands on than ours." Ben said, frowning slightly. "Is it selfish of me to be a little bit excited for you to become a Doctor if only to help out at the hospital? It probably is, isn't it?" Ben suggested and Andrew felt himself smile.
"Of course it is, but I understand where you're coming from. You can't help Will the same way you can help Maxy, and that's frustrating to you, right?" Andrew suggested and Ben sighed.
"Yeah. It's hard to watch him struggle and knowing that even if I tried to help, even by hiring someone to help him, he'd be pissed. He'd call it interference." Ben muttered. Andrew thought that language was very familiar.
"Funny, Maxy thought that you were doing the same for him. Maybe it's in the approach? Have you asked Will what he needs? For him to consider what kind of help he'd like instead of inferring what you think he needs?" Andrew asked and watched as Ben stiffened. He frowned, staring at the others around them, the pounding music filling the silence between him.
"Damn it." Ben muttered. "Thank god you married into the family. Otherwise we would have lost Max for good, wouldn't we?" Ben asked, looking towards the other man. Andrew gave a smile as he shrugged.
"I can't say for certain, but he was pretty pissed. Told me not to expect anything." Andrew told him. Ben flinched.
"I promised Amir I wasn't going to get drunk tonight." It was more of a chant to himself than anything else. Andrew chuckled.
"Don't dwell on it. Things have changed for the better, and you have a chance to help and fix it before it goes too far. I have to pee, keep an eye on the hooligan that my husband has turned into?" Andrew asked and Ben chuckled.
"Of course. Come back soon, or he might get separation anxiety." Ben warned. Andrew shook his head. Maxwell's heat was long gone so Andrew didn't think that would come to pass.
