(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 542: When you forget you’re famous

Their back and forth argument went nowhere. Maxwell kept insisting that everyone was there for Andrew, and Andrew kept insisting that Maxwell was the reason. Neither was willing to bend, even when the bodyguards knew that they were both right.

Everyone was there to see them. Not one or the other.

They were just too blinded by their own love for each other to even consider that as a couple, they were a big deal. Both of what they claimed were true, which would make anyone want to follow them and figure out what they were up to.

Honeymoon was splattered across most notorious news sites. High definition photos of the couple walking with their luggage, holding hands and Maxwell's little cocky smirk with eye-catching words scrawled across them covered everyone's feeds. That was what Andrew had been scrolling through, and he hadn't picked up on the fact that it was directed at both of them.

It shouldn't matter. Maxwell eventually made that clear as he continued to sit in Andrew's lap, the couple bickering while Maxwell played with the hairs on the back of his neck. It wasn't even a full argument, no heat to their words. It was truly a lover's spat that everyone got to witness.

Andrew had no idea the kind of publicity that would get, and Maxwell? He just wanted others to know that he owned this man, he was his, and anyone who dared to get close enough was going to get the privilege of dealing with Maxwell.

He made sure that his ring was on full display, every move calculated against Andrew's more natural, genuine reaction.

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Andrew's plans were destroyed even more as they weren't allowed to board first. It would be too distracting to the general public so they were made to wait quietly while the rest of the plane boarded, and then they were allowed to enter.

They were in first class, so they didn't have to go far but from the way that the others in first class were looking at them, it was clear that Andrew had miscalculated.

Defeated and deflated, Andrew told Maxwell as they were settling into their seats that they could take a private jet on the way back. He didn't want to, but his dreams were already shattered.

Maxwell grinned, reaching over and patted the other man on the shoulder.

"Alright, Andy. I'll handle the trip back." Andrew's shoulders deflated. He knew that Maxwell didn't mean for it to be a swing at his pride, but it was. Andrew had wanted this to be a good experience for Maxwell, something memorable. He just worried that despite everything that Maxwell had told him that it wasn't for any good reasons.

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First class living was a new experience for Andrew. He hadn't done that before, so while he was having a good time, Maxwell seemed a little…unsatisfied. Andrew could only imagine why. There wasn't a lot for them to do on the plane. Andrew suggested either watching a movie or reading a book, but Andrew could tell how the man was itching for something else.

Work.

He wanted to pull out a laptop that had not been packed and work. Andrew almost confiscated his phone so that he wouldn't be able to do that either, but instead Andrew made sure that the man had his phone on airplane mode. Maxwell was antsy, and the quality of care on the plane wasn't what he was used to.

They were good, but Andrew could tell that he found them lacking in his humble, golden spoon opinion. Andrew thought it was great, but Maxwell was clear in his pleasure. He didn't want to watch a movie, he hadn't brought a book, he was just…on the plane.

Andrew handed over his headphones and told the man to get some rest. They were going to need it when they got to their final destination and that, somehow, was the right thing to brighten the other man's spirits. He didn't take the headphones, opting to just…go to sleep but asked for Andrew's sweater to cuddle with.

Andrew wouldn't have been able to refuse him if he wanted. He'd brought the sweater because the airport was always cold and was already thinking of Maxwell. He didn't anticipate that the other man would sit in his lap the whole time that they had been waiting so he didn't have a chance to get cold.

Handing over the sweater, Andrew watched as his husband subtly took a sniff, his shoulders relaxed and he curled up with it. Andrew felt his heart throb, his body tense and once more he had to control his pheromones. The man was too cute for Andrew's sanity. Too sweet.

He hoped that no one else saw that.

~

When they arrived at their destination and got through customs, Andrew and Maxwell were carted off by their security detail to another, more intensive security detail.

Andrew hadn't understood why until the army of reporters were spotted. It seemed that someone had released where they were going so that when they landed that they would have the first scoop of seeing the newlyweds.

Andrew was just confused, allowing the security team to do their job and guide them to cars that they had warm and ready for them. Andrew was once again grateful that they hadn't gotten bigger suit cases, making this process all the easier.

Maxwell was relaxed, used to these kinds of situations, and honestly? Andrew was used to these kinds of situations, but from the security guards side of things. From the first days of his and Maxwell's friendship. Andrew realised, not for the first time, that Maxwell hadn't needed him around in that capacity in the slightest.

That was all a ploy to think that he needed help. To make Maxwell look weak. Inside of the car, Andrew raised their joined hands, kissing the back of Maxwell's. His little plotter. Maxwell didn't ask why Andrew kissed his hand, instead smiling and cuddling up to the other man in the back of the car while their security figured out the finer details.

Andrew remained calm, trusting his people, because that was what they were. His people. Their people. Andrew would fight for them as much as they would fight for him and Maxwell. Andrew hoped that they understood that.

There seemed to be a few conversations to be had with the security team of the airport, but they didn't take too long. Soon, they were off, driving through some of the prettiest sights Andrew had seen.

They couldn't have the windows open for safety reasons, but Andrew could see the vibrant green trees, the nicely taken care of homes, the highways. The further into the city they drove, the more that Andrew could feel that this was a completely different home compared to his own.

Compared to where he had lived when he was in England as well.

Even the air in the car was warm, a little muggy and Maxwell let out a soft sigh.

"It's nice and warm." He murmured and Andrew could only smile at the other man. He would gladly go anywhere if it meant that Maxwell was this pliant and warm against his side.

The drive into the city and then out of the city took longer than Andrew had imagined. There was traffic at this time of the day and Maxwell told the security team to prioritize safety over anything else. The car at least wasn't completely quiet and the soft music of the city played over the radio. Andrew just sat, taking everything in and knowing, in his heart of hearts, they were not exploring the city at all.

Andrew had thought that maybe they would, but with the reaction at the second airport? Not a damn chance. Maxwell wouldn't allow it, and while Andrew was a little disappointed, he was understanding. He could ask the security team to take care of the shopping for groceries and knew that they would be good at it. They knew them, after all.

So, Andrew made sure to swallow as much of the sights as he could with his eyes now. He was sure he'd have a spectacular view of the ocean and forests once they got to their home for their honeymoon. Andrew was calculating what little things he would need the team to pick up to help him on at least one night of the honeymoon.

Andrew tried to keep still, not letting Maxwell know how nervous he got at just the thought, how his body twitched. How his breath caught as he tried to plot around his executive plotter. He wasn't as good as Maxwell, and never wanted to be.

He just…wanted this moment to be special. It was a big thing, and he was sure that Maxwell would humour him.

After all, he hadn't worn a collar the whole wedding and even now, his pretty little throat was bare. A tease, a test. Intentional, just as intentional as Maxwell was in showing off his ring. Any chance he got, Maxwell loved to show it off.

Andrew was softly muttering to himself as they were driving through the city and Maxwell, smiling, leaned further into him. Andrew paused, wrapped his arm even tighter around the other man and sighed.

"What do you want for dinner tonight?" Maxwell asked, tilting his head back to look up at Andrew. Andrew hadn't even considered that.

"I hadn't thought about that. What were you thinking?" Andrew asked in return and Maxwell blinked before a slow smile touched his lips.

"Let's order in. I did some research on the local restaurants and my Mom gave me a few suggestions. She comes here semi-regularly with Dad." Maxwell said. Andrew was impressed, his gaze drawn to the window again.

"Oh? Sounds good. We can ask them to pick up some groceries for us at the same time they go to pick up the food." Andrew said and Maxwell chuckled. He cuddled into Andrew's side.

"That sounds good. Can we have pancakes for breakfast tomorrow?" He asked and Andrew squeezed him tighter.

"Of course, Maxy."