(BL)Alpha Made
Chapter 161: Can’t we just order in?

Chapter 161: Can’t we just order in?

The drive back to the house was cordial, nice, and honestly, Andrew felt like he was floating. It was nice to pull into their driveway, Maxwell waddle out of the car and Andrew would help him to the door, nod to the security that was sitting in the car out front, and then they’d enter the house together.

It was just...nice. He felt like they were taking a step forward. They were actually living together now, and he couldn’t help the giant, goofy, happy smile on his face as he took off his shoes.

He could feel Maxwell watching him, but even if Maxwell asked what was going on, he wasn’t sure what to say. That he was happy? He was sure that Maxwell was going to find it suspicious, but that was all Andrew could say.

He was happy.

Andrew tucked his shoes away, watching as Maxwell took off layer after layer of clothing. Andrew, wanting to help, stood and took everything from him, hanging it up for him. When Maxwell went to bend and take off his shoes, Andrew jumped on the chance to do it for him.

Kneeling before the other man, Andrew carefully helped Maxwell take his shoes off, Maxwell’s hand on his shoulder for balance feeling like a brand.

"Andy Baby, you don’t need to do this." Maxwell said with his mouth, but didn’t stop Andrew from doing the task. Andrew smiled to himself as he carefully took his foot out of his shoe and lined it up like Maxwell liked.

"I know. I just wanted to." Andrew told him. Maxwell’s hand flexed on his shoulders.

"Are you planning to make dinner tonight?" Maxwell asked softly and Andrew nodded.

"Yeah. We ate out for lunch, and I had already made the layered potato dish I planned to have tonight and it’s in the fridge." Andrew told him and Maxwell’s grip tightened.

"What if we ordered in instead?" Maxwell asked and Andrew froze. He sensed a plan, and he slowly raised his head to meet Maxwell’s soft, curious gaze. That alone was suspicious.

"Well, I may or may not have promised Mr. Newman some of our leftovers for lunch tomorrow." Maxwell scowled.

"Why would you do that?" He asked and Andrew laughed at the way his face scrunched up to show his displeasure.

"Well, because I didn’t know you wanted to order in. Is there any particular reason?" Andrew asked carefully and Maxwell carefully, playfully, ran his fingers along Andrew’s shoulders. Andrew couldn’t really feel his fingers, but he knew what he was doing. Especially since Maxwell’s eyes had lit up from within.

"I was thinking that we could...celebrate you having your first day back to work." Maxwell said and Andrew had a sneaking suspicion he knew where this was going.

"Oh yeah?" Andrew asked and Maxwell nodded. "What kind of celebration did you have in mind?" Andrew asked and Maxwell grinned.

"A toe curling one? One that involves you naked, me naked, and a bunch of condoms?" Maxwell suggested mildly and Andrew snorted, covering his mouth.

"And why would that prevent me from making dinner?" Andrew asked again, watching Maxwell as he tried to quietly seduce him. He was being polite about it and Andrew loved it. He was so freaking cute.

"Well, I wanted to suck the soul out of you as soon as we stepped in through the door, and you can’t exactly cook while I do that." Andrew felt his eyes widen as Maxwell’s words tumbled out of his mouth. He was pouting, upset that he wasn’t able to do that.

"Uh, well. The potatoes just need to go into the oven to warm up. I uh, think that I can change out the protein. We can do some...leftover ham from breakfast the other day." Andrew’s mind was racing as he was trying to find something else he could do, anything he could do as Maxwell mentioned having his mouth on him in any capacity.

Maxwell tilted his head back and laughed as he watched Andrew scramble from below him. Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around Andrew’s chin, tilting it back until he met Maxwell’s dancing gaze.

"You like it that much to change your plans?" Andrew nodded. "But not enough to order in?" Maxwell asked and Andrew felt himself frown. He shifted slightly, getting more comfortable.

"That’s not a fair thing to say. I just care about your health and well being." Andrew protested and Maxwell smirked.

"Really? That sounds like an excuse." Andrew narrowed his gaze, knowing damn well what the man was up to.

"If you are trying to make me angry enough to bow into your needs, it’s not going to work. I won’t fall for it. Let me get the potatoes in now while you get changed, and I’ll see what else I can do. Once I know that dinner is sorted, we can get up to whatever nefarious plans you have concocted for us, alright?" Maxwell’s lush lips poked out, and Andrew laughed.

Getting to his feet, he couldn’t help but stop at those lips to sip at them, kissing away the upset that Maxwell felt.

"Come on Angel. You know I’m right. That’s why you’re upset." Andrew whispered against his lips, his hands on Maxwell’s hips as he held him close, but not close enough for Maxwell’s liking. Maxwell’s hands were practically claws at Andrew’s nape, and he had a feeling he might have scratches there tomorrow.

"I didn’t even suggest ordering anything bad for us. Like pizza. We could have ordered food from a Michelin star restaurant or something." Andrew pressed a kiss against his lips, smiling.

"And while I appreciate your wealth, you don’t need to flaunt it to me, Maxy." Maxwell rolled his eyes at Andrew’s words.

"You could order it just as well as I could, Mister my Mom made a company for me to inherit." Andrew’s cheeks flushed at Maxwell’s words.

"W-Well, if that’s the case, I still say no. I shouldn’t be doing that with my money. I still haven’t been able to talk to anyone about that, and honestly, I feel perfectly fine having Kim deal with it for now. But that is besides the point right now. The food doesn’t matter. It’s the fact that I planned ahead, and made food." Andrew smirked. "Did you think you were the only one who knew they were going to want to devour the other once we got home?" Maxwell’s eyes went wide as Andrew pressed another kiss against his boyfriend’s lips. "That’s why I made something ahead that we could heat up, Angel. Now, go get changed while I try to make it an even easier meal, alright?" Andrew slid his hands down Maxwell’s body until he got to his ass, giving it a good squeeze.

Andrew watched as Maxwell’s eyes flared with desire, and his ears turned pink.

"You are such a fucking tease." Maxwell muttered against Andrew’s lips before he pushed back and away from him. Andrew laughed as Maxwell stormed towards the bedroom quickly. Andrew was on the move as well. He knew it wasn’t in anger, but in haste. Maxwell wanted Andrew. Now.

"I care about you too." Andrew called after him as he made his way into the kitchen. As soon as he yanked open the fridge, he realised that they had already used the ham up, or he had diced it up for another use. Either way, he was scrambling to find another protein, something, anything, that would go with the potatoes.

He was about to lose his damn mind when he found some pounded out chicken breast he had shoved into a marinate and he nearly cried when he found it. It was still safe, it would be delicious, and it was easy and quick.

Maxwell would be delighted with the news.

"How is it looking?" Maxwell’s voice from the doorway told Andrew that Maxwell was very much on edge and wanted Andrew badly. Maxwell wasn’t a patient man normally, but this was testing his limits.

Andrew rarely said no to him. Mainly because he didn’t want to, and he was always raring to go thanks to his new secondary sex. Andrew was actually quite pleased with his new recovery time, but he would never tell a soul that. Even Michael.

"I found something, and they shouldn’t take long. What time were you thinking we should eat?" Andrew hadn’t turned to face Maxwell yet, shuffling things around in the fridge so he could grab both things quickly and easily.

"Whenever we’re finished." Came Maxwell’s reply. Andrew was surprised that the man hadn’t moved closer, since his voice sounded like it was from the same place. That wasn’t like him.

"Oh, okay." Andrew closed the fridge and turned, and nearly lost all ability to breathe.

Maxwell hadn’t changed, he’d stripped everything entirely. He was as naked as the day he was born, and fully erect. Maxwell was leaning against the doorway of the kitchen, staring at Andrew with his arms crossed. Andrew felt the man’s gaze slowly move up and down his body before coming back to Andrew’s face, smirking. Andrew didn’t miss the way his cock bobbed a few times as he looked him over and now Andrew was fighting against his own hard dick.

"Maxwell Beckett." Andrew breathed and Maxwell smiled.

"Do you like what you see?" He asked cockily, and Andrew covered his mouth, before he shook his head. He began approaching Maxwell, undoing his tie as he moved.

"Of course. I love it. Fuck. You have to warn me. My heart about jumped out of my chest." Andrew told him as Maxwell uncrossed his arms and held them open.

"Carry me." He ordered and Andrew didn’t hesitate. He picked up the man, feeling his legs lock around him as Maxwell wrapped his arms around his shoulders. He took over Andrew’s own hands, kissing his neck and chin as he worked on getting Andrew undressed. Andrew was on a mission.

He needed to make it to the bedroom soon, or else he was going to be lost in Maxwell wherever Maxwell wanted. The couch, dining room table, wall, anywhere. Andrew was better than that. At least right now.

Maxwell deserved soft places, and warm touches. Especially today. Today was a celebration, a victory. Andrew had overcome what had happened to him enough that he was able to go about regular, everyday life. So, Andrew wasn’t going to let Maxwell derail him, even if his little teeth got involved and made him stutter in his steps.

They were going to have warm, soft, passionate love making today. He was determined.