Chapter 387: Maxwell Beckett, calm down
"Are you sure you’re okay?" Maxwell asked for the 14th time. Andrew just laughed, his hand pressed against his neck as he turned the wheel with one hand.
"Maxy, I swear to god, if you ask me how I’m doing one more time, I might actually get mad." Andrew warned, his lips turned up in a smile, but his annoyance at an all time high. Maxwell shut his lips, but didn’t tear his gaze away from Andrew.
Andrew had never heard Maxwell apologise as much as he had in the last 20 minutes.
Things, in his opinion, had gone wonderfully.
Maxwell had rode him into oblivion. Andrew may or may not have broken a part of the door on the passengers side of the back seat. Maxwell had been all smiles when he’d heard the sound. Even when Maxwell had bitten him, and bitten him hard, Andrew had been fine.
Because Maxwell had made sure to do it when he was climaxing, when they were both climaxing. That was when things went wrong.
Andrew had pushed the syringe, filling Maxwell up as his cock swelled, and then Maxwell had sunk his teeth into Andrew’s throat, so hard and painful that Andrew had lost the ability to breathe. He’d fucking cum like a damn fountain, he knew that much.
Andrew had always known he liked a little bit of pain every now and again when it came to sex, but he didn’t realise how much he liked it until Maxwell had bitten him until he bled.
Then, he felt the condom snap. Actually snap inside of Maxwell, and Maxwell had felt it too. Both men were so focused on what they were doing, what they were experiencing that they couldn’t acknowledge what had happened.
Hell, Andrew could barely string together a fucking thought, he was so drained.
Then, he’d started to feel something drip down his back, and then the smell hit his nose. Blood.
Maxwell had bitten hard enough that he was bleeding.
Pride had swelled inside of him. His omega teeth had done the job. He’d marked a big bad true alpha. Maxwell should be so damn proud.
But then, the blood wouldn’t stop, the condom was broken, and everything turned into a flurry of panic. Andrew had also forgotten, on top of everything, that Maxwell had been drinking. He wasn’t fully sober.
So, Andrew was driving back to their house, Micheal was on route as well, while Maxwell tried not to break apart at the seams. It was a damn miracle that Richard wasn’t home right now. He was praying that Kim and Jenny would be home and not at his house when they drove back.
He didn’t think they would be unsupportive, he just didn’t want to look into Kim’s eyes and feel her making fun of him. Whether that was actually going to happen or not, he just didn’t want to have to deal with it.
So, the ride back was silent. Andrew felt it was too silent so he turned on the radio. Maxwell took exception to that and Andrew didn’t have enough hands to comfort the man. Andrew was pissed, but not at Maxwell.
At the fact that neither one of them had thought to do this in their own damn home where they would have things to help clean up, put on the wound, everything. He hated that he had to call Michael and tell the man every little damn thing going on in his sex life. Even if he was used to that, Andrew wasn’t.
The only people who knew what he was getting up to prior to this were the people who he was getting up to no good with. That, and Michael was his friend. He probably didn’t want to know how kinky or not kinky his friend was.
Fuck. Did they even have more pills? Did he remember to ask Michael for that? Were there even any stronger condoms compared to what they were using?
Andrew remained in that state until they got to the house. The security team was incredibly worried when they saw Andrew topless, with his shirt pressed against his throat. He imagined that they had all jumped to the worst conclusion, but Andrew assured them that they were fine, and that they had already called a Doctor.
Maxwell was stiff with worry, and now that they were out of the car Andrew could comfort him more. Andrew pulled him into his lap on the couch, giving him a hug, a squeeze.
"I’m fine, Maxy. Not mad, not upset, more like I’m kicking myself that we didn’t think to do this at home." Andrew told him softly. "I’m not mad about what we did. I’m more upset that we were too damn horny to wait 15 fucking minutes." Andrew told him as they waited for Michael to arrive.
That didn’t seem to make Maxwell feel better.
"I’m sorry. I’m the one who said we shouldn’t waste condoms." Maxwell apologised and Andrew kicked himself.
"Angel, that’s not-you’re the one who has been drinking. I should have been smarter. I’m not blaming you. Please, look at me. I can’t bear it if you regret this." Andrew told him and Maxwell slowly raised his gaze.
His blue gaze hadn’t been dry since they had the conversation, and that bruised something inside of Andrew. Maxwell sniffed and wiped at his eyes.
"I hate being this damn emotional. I used to be so damn level headed. I blame you." Maxwell muttered. "Your emotions rubbed off on me." Andrew let out a choked laugh. There was certainly something that had rubbed off on him, that was fucking sure.
"You can absolutely blame me." Andrew told him. "I’m big enough. You can do that." Andrew told him and Maxwell let out a laugh.
"You’re doing it again. Being too fucking accommodating. You should be pissed at me." Maxwell muttered, reaching up, his gaze going to the shirt on Andrew’s neck. It was soaked. Maxwell’s eyes faltered. "Does it hurt?" He asked softly and Andrew smiled.
It stung like a damn bitch. It pulsed, throbbed, and heat radiated from the mark. Was he going to tell Maxwell that? Absolutely not.
"Knock knock. Where the hell are you guys? This place is huge." Michael’s voice carried through the house and Maxwell scurried out of Andrew’s lap and to the doorway of the living room. The side that connected to the hallway.
"Over here, Michael." Maxwell called, remaining there until Michael had joined him in the doorway. Andrew rose to his feet as Michael came in. He was wearing his coat still, damp spots from the snow still noticeable. He looked fashionable as always, and his stern expression only hid the fact that his eyes were sparkling for a moment.
"Honestly, getting a call on Christmas day, I was expecting this to be reversed." Maxwell’s face went bright red and Andrew coughed. He couldn’t exactly tell the man to shut up. That was completely normal.
"Well, we have to keep you on your toes somehow." Andrew told him seriously and Michael laughed, moving towards the couch with his briefcase. He placed it down on the coffee table, a smile on his lips as he glanced between the couple.
"Of course. It wouldn’t be a house call to my dear friends Andy and Maxy if that wasn’t the case. Now, can you take that shirt away from the wound?" Michael asked, and Andrew glanced at where Maxwell was hovering close by. He had his hands wrapped around his torso, looking like a damn ghost.
Andrew did as Michael asked, letting the man poke and prod and ask questions while he watched Maxwell get more and more anxious. Finally, Michael cleaned it up, told them that it didn’t need any patching up, but Andrew was going to need a few shots, but that was everything.
Maxwell seemed the most shocked, and Michael laughed in his face. Michael actually appeared to be in a great mood, even though he’d been called to the house on Christmas day.
"What, Maxy? Thought you’d killed the man? He’s fine. You did a great job on the bite mark too. I think it’ll heal well, but don’t pick at it, Andrew." Michael warned and Andrew nodded, the wound still pulsing. "I have the shots with me too, I just need to check to make sure that they aren’t expired. Give me a sec." Michael said, humming.
"Are you...okay?" Andrew asked, now a little concerned with his good mood. Michael gave him a grin.
"I’m great, actually. You two pulled me out of one of the most awkward interactions I’ve had in a long, long time. I’ve never been propositioned by a true alpha and their partner before, and I was having a hard time turning them down. With your phone call, the timing was perfect." Andrew blinked.
"Why did you say no?" Andrew asked and that was when Michael paused. The man looked flustered and Maxwell, coming down from his anxiety and panic, gave a snort.
"It sounds to me that someone didn’t want to bottom." Maxwell said and Michael sighed.
"Maxy Maxy Maxy, it’s not about how it happened, but the fact that they wanted to do it at all. I’m their Doctor. That’s wrong. Unethical." Michael said, but Andrew felt that Maxwell had hit the nail on the head.
"You totally didn’t want to bottom. What? Got some pride about it because you’re an alpha? It feels good, Michael." Andrew told him, and Maxwell nodded.
"It does." Maxwell agreed and Michael huffed.
"I really don’t need to have this conversation right now. It doesn’t matter. I’ve already turned them down. That, and I don’t want to add more confusion to them when they are just figuring out their new dynamic. They’re a new true alpha, like you are." Michael said and Andrew couldn’t exactly fault the man for that.
Andrew shrugged, letting out a sigh as he sat down on the couch, waiting for his shot.
"Well, good for you for standing up for yourself. Maybe you can revisit it when you aren’t their doctor anymore. I’m sure the door is always open." Andrew was serious, but Michael glared at him. Maxwell smirked.
"What did they say when you told them you were their doctor?" Maxwell asked and Michael wouldn’t meet either of their eyes.
"...They said that could be easily fixed." Michael muttered and Maxwell let out a laugh.
"Ah. The perks of working for the rich and famous. Sorry, I shouldn’t be laughing, but rest assured. We won’t ask you to be a third in our relationship." Maxwell told him confidently and Andrew nodded.
"I’m too possessive for that." Andrew said, and Michael and Maxwell looked at him. Andrew grinned. "What? I wanted to say it at least once." Andrew teased, and Maxwell snorted.
"Well, at least you know that it isn’t a competition, because you would lose." Maxwell warned. Andrew grinned, and watched as Michael’s shoulders relaxed again.
"Michael, want to stay for a drink and some pastries?" Andrew asked, and watched as the man’s eyes sparkled. It was the least he could do, given the day and time it was.