(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 131: Double standards need not apply

Chapter 131: Double standards need not apply

Somehow, Maxwell eventually calmed down, and when he realised that he had, he was sitting down at the table, a fork and knife in his hand, sitting across from Andrew. It felt like he’d blinked, and then he was here.

He didn’t even remember what had happened to get him here, or what he had said to Andrew in between this moment and the next. As he stared at Andrew, his head a little lazy, Andrew noticed his gaze and smiled at him.

He was still in his lavender suit, and Maxwell was still in his gray suit. Both men appeared to be...normal. Maxwell took a deep breath as Andrew reached across the small table and touched his hand.

"Are you feeling better? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so upset before." Andrew’s voice was kind, considerate, and Maxwell felt his face warm. Fuck. He’d wanted to be vulnerable, but apparently he’d gone too far. Especially if Andrew was looking at him like that.

"I...I think so." Maxwell muttered, staring at the food before him. He couldn’t even remember eating half of it.

"I had to cover you in my pheromones to get you to calm down. I wasn’t sure if that was the right thing to do, but it seemed to work. You liked it. Sorry about that. You’ve kinda been...a zombie for about 10 minutes or so. But I’ve been making sure that you’re okay. It’s good to see I didn’t need to call a Doctor." Andrew told him and Maxwell watched as he scanned Maxwell’s body.

He was speaking calmly, being very collected, but Maxwell knew that Andrew had probably freaked out. It wasn’t something normal to happen, and Maxwell couldn’t remember a time when it had happened to him before.

But, well, the bodies of people who had secondary sexes like them weren’t quite normal. Maxwell himself wasn’t a normal omega, but a dominant. His life had been ruled by the pheromones of others around him. He was lucky he was so stubborn, otherwise there was a very real possibility where he could have ended up as a shut-in and forced into a mating because it would let him live a relatively normal life.

Andrew didn’t fare any better, but Maxwell could only attempt to understand what his life was like. He couldn’t remember a time before he registered pheromones. He’d been young, even younger than his brothers when they had manifested. Apparently it was a common thing with dominant omegas. Too bad the testing for dominance wasn’t allowed for kids so young, and that there wasn’t a lot of knowledge in that field.

Similar to true alphas, there were just so few of them, and they usually came from higher up, well off families that they could ’choose’ not to be involved in the tests. Maxwell hadn’t done that. He instead made a company who ’strongly suggested’ that others participated in their studies while also making sure that their security was top notch. Maxwell didn’t care who he had to hire as long as he got results. And as long as they didn’t get wrapped in any scandals that he had to cover up, their business was their business.

He would be the first to admit that he’d learned that from his Dad, and also his grandfather. Hire whoever can get the job done, and done correctly, and make sure that they have no reason to turn on you. It was a pretty solid motto, and it hadn’t bitten him in the ass yet.

Andrew’s company had clearly not done the same thing. And now they were going to pay the price.

Fuck, he was getting angry just thinking about them again.

"Max? Are you alright? Your pheromones are all over the place." Andrew asked and Maxwell jerked. He hadn’t realised, but he’d been cutting the same piece of steak over and over again. He flushed.

Clearly, something was wrong and he didn’t know what. It was new for him, and from the concerned look on Andrew’s face, he knew that something was wrong too.

Maxwell carefully put down his cutlery and reached for a glass of water. He stared in shock at how much his hand was shaking and Andrew put down his cutlery. He began to get to his feet.

"That’s it. Something is clearly wrong. You don’t shake like that. I’m going to go find Michael." Maxwell felt his eyes widen at Andrew’s firm tone.

"Andy, it’s-"

"You wouldn’t dare to say it’s fine if it was me, would you?" Andrew cut him off, his usually smiling face firm, serious. Andrew was so rarely like this that Maxwell felt his eyes widen as his heart began to race. Damn him, but he could feel his mouth water.

"Uh, no, I wouldn’t, but just give me a moment before we go that far, alright? I just woke up as you suggested, so I’m trying to understand as well." Andrew sat back down stiffly, clearly not happy about doing so, but Maxwell appreciated that he’d listened to him. "Maybe I drank too much?" He wondered out loud and Andrew stared at him.

"Max, I know you are upset that I have a higher tolerance than you, but I know you can drink circles around others. You’ve gone on several ’dates’ where the man you were with got drunk before you did. There’s no way you could have drank too much. Not unless someone drugged you." Andrew’s face was hard as he said the words and Maxwell laughed.

"No one would have done that here, Andrew." Maxwell said, but Andrew leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms.

"Are you sure? That was a room of business people, and they could obviously view you as a threat. What would stop them? It only takes a second, Maxy. You know that." Andrew told him. Maxwell thought back to Andrew being drugged and taken away from the coffee shop.

His hands reflexively clenched, his jaw tight. Maxwell forced himself to grab the glass of water, even as his hands shook, and took a deep sip. The cold water soothed his throat and Maxwell sighed, placing the glass down when he was done carefully.

"Fuck. I can’t believe that those fuckers almost date rape drugged you." Andrew muttered, furious, and Maxwell was temporarily taken out his own dark thoughts.

"The...Fultons? Seriously? You aren’t thinking about that dumb bitch who kidnapped you?" Maxwell asked and Andrew glowered at him. It was so interesting to see his big puppy this upset.

"Of course I would be thinking about those idiots. They had a room booked in the hotel ready to take advantage of you. Why wouldn’t I be upset about that? I’m glad I convinced you to let me come with you." Maxwell chuckled. It was one of the few times that he’d bent for Andrew when he’d worked as his occasional chauffeur and bodyguard.

He’d trusted the Fultons to behave themselves back then, but the way that Andrew had looked at him had made him relent. Maxwell wondered if Andrew knew how easily he made Maxwell fold.

He hoped he never knew. He also hoped no one else found out. He was already worried that his Father knew.

"Andrew, do you know who I would have pulled up to that hotel room if that had happened?" Maxwell asked, wanting to tease him, but Andrew shook his head.

"No, you wouldn’t have done that. I was still with my ex, and you would have beaten yourself up if you had done that." Maxwell flinched. Damn him for knowing him so well.

"Can’t you at least pretend to humour the idea?" Maxwell muttered bitterly and Andrew let out a small laugh.

"No, because I will not humour you by hurting yourself that way. The same way you wouldn’t like me to do the same." Andrew looked him over and Maxwell felt like he wasn’t even wearing his suit. "How are you doing? You seem to be able to hold a conversation well, but I’m still worried." Maxwell chuckled. This man.

Andrew’s nostrils flared and Maxwell watched as his eyes shifted to amber. Maxwell suddenly became aware that he was leaking his own pheromones and he flushed before quickly trying to dampen them.

"I am so sorry!" Maxwell apologised, flustered, and Andrew smiled.

"It’s alright. I think it’s quite cute how they tend to wrap around me." That only embarrassed Maxwell further. He had worked so hard to be able to control his own pheromones so that he wouldn’t bother others, yet here he was, releasing them like a damn slut.

Well...he kinda was one, but that wasn’t the case anymore.

"No, it’s not okay. Fuck. I keep doing things I need to apologise for." Maxwell muttered and Andrew got up and got on his knees before Maxwell, placing his hands on his shoulders.

"Hey, no. None of that. We all have moments of weakness, and you’re doing your best. You must be worrying yourself in circles about me, and about what you realised you were doing. It’s okay, Maxy. You’re allowed to be weak, and to want comfort." Maxwell felt his lip tremble and he swore. Andrew didn’t hesitate, pulling the smaller man in and enfolding him in his warmth.

"Fuck." Maxwell exclaimed and Andrew chuckled.

"Is there a possibility that uh, having my cum inside of you is a way to keep me with you at all times?" Andrew asked softly. "LIke the way I have a little pocket square of your scent with me at all times?" Damn him for not making a bad point. Maxwell tightened his grip on him.

"There’s...a non-zero chance that it could be that." Maxwell admitted. "But I just...I thought that was only for people like you, who manifest late, and pregnant omegas. I can’t be pregnant. Or, I shouldn’t be pregnant. Ben would kill me if I took away Amir’s moment of joy." Maxwell could already imagine the long, drawn out meetings and text messages being sent his way.

Never mind the voice memos.

"It is a little too soon for that, but I do notice that we are both quite possessive of each other. It might be something related to that. Should I made you a little pocket square?" Andrew asked and Maxwell felt himself stop breathing.

He’d remembered what he had to do to make one for Andrew, and the man was suggesting that here? Now?

"Right now?" Maxwell asked, his cock stirring and Andrew chuckled.

"Don’t get excited. I’ve already filled you up, so you shouldn’t need that. But I was thinking when we get home. You obviously can’t help me otherwise it mixes our scents, but I could...send you a video if you want?" Andrew suggested mildly, pulling away to watch Maxwell’s face. Maxwell yanked him down, kissing him heatedly.

"Fuck yeah I want a video of you jacking off. Holy hell. How am I supposed to calm down?" Maxwell demanded and Andrew sighed. He shifted, getting to his feet and sweeping Maxwell up in his arms before placing him in his lap.

Maxwell was quite content with this change.

"You don’t have to. We aren’t wearing these outfits again today, so you can just stroke it right now. I will, however, be hand feeding you until I feel like you’re doing okay." Andrew informed him and Maxwell felt his shoulders shake.

This was so like Andrew. Get upset, calm down, get upset again, but calm down enough to deal with the original issue.

Maxwell opened his mouth, waiting for the first bite.