Maxwell knew that he had been holding back. He knew that he'd been holding onto a thin strand of his own sanity while he tried to keep himself afloat.
He had his own problems, and he worked very hard to not make them anyone else's problems. Andrew knew that he was going down the more possessive omega side of things, but he wasn't exactly sure if Andrew knew just how possessive.
Maxwell had been on his best behaviour for the last few weeks. Ever since their slip up in the bathroom, Maxwell had been meticulously planning how this night was going to go. How the night of the Christmas party his parents hosts every year was going to go.
He'd made sure that the hotel staff knew what to do, what not to do. He had everything planned out. He was going to slowly seduce the man, coax him into letting Maxwell tie him to the bed again, but in a cool way, not in the way that Maxwell had done it before.
He wanted them both to be lost in the pleasure of the moment, both of them so tired from finding release that maybe they fell asleep in the bath after, wrapped in each other's arms.
That was what Maxwell had wanted to happen.
All of his plans went right out of the window as soon as Andrew's father had shown up.
Oh, Maxwell knew who the man was. He had known who the man was as soon as Andrew had given him the go ahead to look him up. Maxwell wasn't the kind of man who would turn away that kind of permission, especially after the way Amir's grandparents had reacted.
In fact, that had only solidified what Maxwell had found out.
Andrew was the bastard child of Dennis Abraham. A man so vile that he not only gave true alphas a bad rep, but also gave alphas in general a bad rep. There was a reason that Andrew never wanted to know who he was, because he didn't need to know his full name to know exactly what kind of man he was.
It was a crime that Andrew's Mom had died, and that man had lived on.
It was, however, a small victory that the one man who could have raised his name; both his personal and his family name; out of the mud that he had created with his own hands, wouldn't touch him with a ten foot pool.
It was a small victory, and added to the fact that Andrew was now a true alpha?
Oooh, fuck that man. He had no idea what Andrew's true worth was, nor did he have any idea of who nor what he was messing with.
While before the man had been relatively left alone, that was going to change now.
He'd stuck his nose where it should never have gone, and he should have taken the hint that the Beckett's wanted nothing to do with him. Dennis Abraham had no idea what shitshow he had just stirred up for his family. He thought he was just coming to claim his 'true alpha son'.
What he was going to get was a bitch slap so hard that it unalived him. That was what Maxwell was aiming for, and he could tell that the rest of his family was in full agreeance.
So were many of the people who knew Andrew as well. Especially Kim and Mr. Dalton. While Maxwell hadn't known how close of a relationship Andrew and his Mom had with Mr. Dalton at first, he had done some digging after Andrew mentioned that he had run into him at May's workplace.
Mr. Dalton had listed Andrew's Mom as the godmother of his second child. A child who was so closely protected that some wondered if they were even real. That was a big deal. Andrew didn't even know that, and it didn't matter if he didn't know. Not yet, anyways. Andrew meeting Mr. Dalton and his 'wife' had been a sweet moment, but Maxwell had seen how the 'wife' had looked at Andrew when he wasn't looking.
It wasn't in a sexual way, wasn't even in a way that made Maxwell uncomfortable. It was more like he was sizing him up to see if he could keep a secret. Even after the confrontation with Andrew's father.
Andrew was about to have more keys in his hand then he knew how to handle, and it was all because his Mom had gotten in good with the right kind of powerful people after one fuck up, and because of Andrew's own merits. It did not escape Maxwell's notice how a few of Andrew's omega friends had looked disappointed that Andrew was so besotted with him.
As if they were searching for a gap where they could slip in.
Maxwell had no doubt about Andrew. He hadn't even noticed the digs, the looks, the touches. He had so expertly avoided them, turned them down that Maxwell was sure he wasn't even aware of it.
That didn't mean Maxwell hadn't been watching from across the room. The few that had been attempting to overstep backed off easily enough, giving small smiles of acknowledgement that Maxwell had won, Andrew was his, and that was a good thing for him.
Maxwell needed to make sure the man was off the market by February at the damn latest. He wasn't sure if his heart could handle too much more of this. \\Not being sure that others knew Andrew was his.
That had all come to a head when that piece of shit had shown up. If they had been married, the man would have had a very miniscule claim to him. They wouldn't have even needed to have a conversation about how much they had a claim to him.
They would have had like no legs to stand on.
It really, really got Maxwell worked up thinking about his Andrew, his sweet, kind, caring Andrew being in a room with that piece of shit and his grandfather. The man who was pretty much the same kind of man as Maxwell's grandfather. A piece of shit wrapped in human skin, a demon trying to get others to sign away their souls.
While it wasn't a kind example, it was true. Maxwell didn't want Andrew to ever have to get his hands dirty. Wanted the man to stay pure and innocent to that kind of world.
Never had he considered that the man had wanted to kill his father. Did he hold it against him? Absolutely not. Did that mean that Maxwell had gotten even more hot and bothered?
Absolutely yes.
Which meant that not only was Maxwell worked up, angry for Andrew's sake, and trying to claim his man, he was also pissed because he knew he wasn't in the right headspace to be as sultry and seductive as he wanted.
That, and as soon as Andrews' hands had touched his clothes to take it off, his whole mind had shut down. He'd felt his legs go weak, and he'd felt like a damn fool when he'd snapped at Andrew to go slower.
He'd watched like a man transfixed, and thank god Andrew hadn't thought it was strange. Only complained slightly, but did everything that Maxwell asked of him.
Maxwell was so disappointed in himself, so upset that he hadn't done this the way that he wanted, but seeing the face of pure excitement and desire from Andrew had made what he felt like a failure of a night feel a little bit better.
Andrew then made sure that Maxwell didn't forget that this was just the beginning of the night, and Maxwell realised that both men had come to this night with expectations, and Andrew wasn't backing down from his.
Maxwell wanted Andrew to knot him. He wanted the man to fill him up the brim, his cock flush with his ass as they laid together. He wanted to nipple, bite, suck, fuck. He wanted Andrew to bruise his lips from how deeply he shoved his cock into his mouth.
Maxwell wanted to walk away from the night having to make excuses to his parents while everyone knew what had actually happened, or had a good guess. He wanted to see the way Andrew's gaze sometimes narrowed when he saw a spot on Maxwell's body that he'd made.
The raw heat, the desire, the lust. He wanted the man to not forget a damn thing that they did together tonight. All of the other stuff? The seduction, the sweetness, the soft touches? They were supposed to be the warm up to the kind of night that he wanted.
Andrew, however, considered him stripping his clothes off as the warm up. The man let go of his own reins after they were both naked, and Maxwell was filled up with his giant cock.
Andrew had basically told Maxwell that now that he'd come twice, all bets were off, and Maxwell better be prepared for a ride of the lifetime.
Maxwell wasn't conservative by any means. Would never say so, but he knew that Andrew had more experience on the…kinkier side of things. That was not something that Maxwell had ever cared about before.
Until Maxwell brought up a small desire, and Andrew's eyes had lit up like he'd been told someone's Christmas list, and he already had the perfect gift back home.
It worried Maxwell, not because he didn't trust Andrew, but because he wasn't sure how he was going to manage loving the man any more than he already did. He never brushed off any of Maxwell's concerns. Never dismissed them, but took them seriously. Even in their sexual life.
Maxwell wanted to marry the man so badly, and wanted to help him get over the roadblock he had about being a dad because goddamnit, the man would be the best dad.
And Maxwell wanted his damn creampies.
There, he said it! It was purely selfish!
Maxwell wanted to be leaking with the man's cum. He wanted to get a plug, shove it up his ass, and know damn well what they had been up to prior. He wanted to make Andrew blush whenever they made eye contact at work because they both knew what they had been up to at lunch.
He wanted a life, a future with Andrew, and a lot of that involved the man's cock buried so deep in his ass that Maxwell didn't know where he began, and where Andrew started.