(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 334: An anxious CEO

Andrew’s heart kicked back into gear, his whole body unfreezing as he stared at the embarrassed, awkward Maxwell across from him.

"What? When? Where? Did this happen at your latest Doctor appointment?" Andrew felt the flood of questions leave his mouth and winced. He was sure that the other man didn’t want to talk about it, but Maxwell exceeded his expectations.

He looked guilty, nervous, as if this was something to be ashamed of. Andrew was only filled with concern for the other man. He looked down at the plate in front of him, his hand squeezing Andrew’s tightly in his grasp.

"I...spoke to Michael today at lunch. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but...I’ve been a little weird." Andrew had noticed. Of course he had, but he just chalked it up to them moving, all of the alpha pheromones in the house, and stress. The fact that Maxwell had turned to a Doctor on his own, even Michael, made Andrew realise this was probably a lot bigger than he thought. It was a lot bigger than he thought!

Separation anxiety? Andrew knew about anxiety, but if he was honest, he didn’t know much about this particular type. He had probably heard a few cases on the news, but hadn’t really paid attention. He knew that it was something that could affect omegas more, but he didn’t know what that meant. Damn it, he had wished that he had more time to study the last little bit, but he’d been so busy that his schooling had been pushed to the side for a bit.

"I’ve noticed." Andrew said stiffly, and could tell that Maxwell hadn’t expected his answer to be so abrupt. He looked a little shocked, and not in a good way. Andrew swallowed, squeezing Maxwell’s hand. He didn’t want to put that look in his face. "I didn’t say anything because I didn’t think it was a bad behaviour. Are you alright?" Andrew asked, worried. So damn worried.

Maxwell turned his gaze back down, and the shy way he was behaving had Andrew on high alert now. He didn’t like it. It had been semi cute before, but now it was anything but. He didn’t like that his bold Maxwell was avoiding making eye contact with him.

"I think so? Michael didn’t say it was anything negative, but that I should make a journal of my behaviours and then once we had enough data that we could then see what was the right path for treatment." Maxwell’s soft way of saying something that sounded like a big fucking deal had Andrew’s blood pressure rising.

He wasn’t mad, why the hell would he be mad that Maxwell was confiding in him? He was just so damn worried now that he knew that Maxwell was going through something.

"Did you look it up? Is this related to your sleep walking that you were doing? Is there anything I can do? What does separation anxiety really mean?" Andrew knew he was throwing a lot of questions at him, but he hated that the man had been holding this in. Even if it had been only a few hours. "You should have called me right away if this was going on. I would have come up." Andrew told him and Maxwell let out a shuddering breath.

He finally raised his eyes up, meeting Andrew’s gaze and Andrew felt his heart squeeze. The man looked...uncertain. Worried.

"I know, but I needed some time to myself. I...I have something to confess." Maxwell muttered and Andrew wouldn’t let his mind go to the worse case scenario. There was no way it was possible, but he was worried about what he was going to confess. Was it along the lines of this new diagnosis? Was he going to come out and tell him that he had been spying on Andrew for months? Or that he killed someone?

Andrew was ready to hear any and all things from his mouth.

"Okay. What is it, Angel?" Maxwell winced at the nickname coming from Andrew’s mouth.

"It’s not very angel-like behaviour." Maxwell muttered, before taking a deep breath and then letting it out. "I...stole your used clothing from the laundry bin and took it to work to huff whenever I wanted. I’ve been doing this for a while." Andrew blinked, staring at the other man.

He looked like he had committed a grave crime. Something so terrible and horrendous that there was no forgiveness for him. Andrew was shocked.

"Okay. Anything else?" Andrew asked slowly and Maxwell stared at Andrew, not quite understanding how easily Andrew had gotten over it.

"What do you mean is there anything else? That’s disgusting! And horrible! I-I’m even wearing your old sweater right now!" Maxwell exclaimed and Andrew stared at him and realised that this man had really never been in a relationship before.

Andrew raised their joined hands, pressing a kiss to the back of Maxwell’s.

"Maxwell honey, you’ve cum in my mouth before. Do you really think I think it’s wrong of you to borrow my clothes? Are you forgetting what I was like only a few weeks ago?" Andrew spoke carefully, knowing that Maxwell was feeling a certain way about this.

He looked like a caged animal, all anxiety, ready to lash out at anyone and anything.

"B-But I-" Maxwell tried to start and Andrew shook his head gently. That action alone was enough to silence the other man, which told Andrew that he was really, really shaken up by his own actions.

"Max, Honey, the apple of my eye, stealing each other’s clothes is what partners do. I don’t think that there is anything wrong with you taking my clothes. I really don’t, and even if I hadn’t manifested, I still wouldn’t think it’s weird. Plus, it comforts you, doesn’t it? Why would I get upset about something that makes you feel better, soothes you, and I also find very endearing?" Andrew asked softly, pressing his lips against the back of Maxwell’s hand.

Maxwell seemed lost. As if he had expected Andrew to throw harsh words at him, and instead had gotten the exact opposite. He tried to speak a few times, halted, and Andrew felt like he could see how confused Maxwell was by this whole interaction.

"What if I had taken underwear?" Maxwell blurted finally and Andrew raised an eyebrow.

"How kinky." Andrew said without missing a beat. "But I already knew that. It’s okay. I’m fine with it." Maxwell’s blush spread from his ears to his cheeks and damn it, Andrew knew this wasn’t the time to find him adorable, but he was being so damn cute. So flustered. So unsure. Andrew should have felt bad about this, but he couldn’t.

"W-Why are you so understanding about this? I expected a fight. I know that you are understanding and love me, but even this feels...wrong." Maxwell said and Andrew stared at him, before his expression softened even more.

"Max. I don’t want to fight with you. I’m way more worried about your actual condition, and how I can help you, ease this burden this is putting on your body, then any of the side effects that impact me." Andrew told him. Maxwell seemed to choke up, before he dropped his gaze again and Andrew pressed another kiss to the back of his hand.

"...I can’t get enough of you. It’s why I asked you to sleep with your cock in me." Maxwell told him. "I get these new urges where I just...don’t want to be away from you. I want to be...in your skin. I know we’re two different people. I completely understand that but I just can’t feel comfortable without you by my side anymore. I think part of it might come from us spending a full month together and our heat and our rut together but I just..." He trailed off, staring at the plate of food in front of him. "We should eat. I don’t want your efforts to be in vain." Maxwell muttered.

"Angel." Andrew said, and Maxwell flinched. "It’s okay. It’s just food. You speaking on this is more important. So you want to be attached at the hip? Okay. Are you sure it’s okay for you to sleep with my cock in you all the time? Would that help you?" Andrew asked sincerely and Maxwell let out a shuddering breath.

"Don’t enable me. I’m trying to get over it, not delve deeper." Maxwell muttered darkly, but his face was bright pink. Andrew was pretty sure that he really liked the idea.

"Should I reach out to Michael and ask? Or should we be speaking to your Doctor personally? What are you more comfortable with? I realise I didn’t ask this, I just assumed, but it’s me you’re having separation anxiety about, right?" Andrew asked and Maxwell nodded slowly.

"Yeah. It’s you." Maxwell confirmed and Andrew let out a soft exhale.

"Okay. I realise I should have said this first, but my own panic got to me. Thank you for telling me about this. I know it’s hard for you to open up to others about your struggles, but thank you for telling me so soon." Even if Andrew wanted him to tell him earlier. This was still a big step and Andrew should acknowledge it.

He watched as Maxwell glowed under the praise, and Andrew’s heart relaxed slightly. When Maxwell looked up at him, relief in his expression finally, Andrew was glad that he had said it.

"You aren’t upset that I took my time?" Maxwell asked and Andrew shook his head.

"No Angel. I’m not upset. Only worried. It’s okay. We’ll work on this together, and I’ll do some research on my own as well. If you want to get this fixed, we can do that. We should also look up what is just common as an omega, since this is so common, and what we should be worried about. I’m sure your team might have some information on this, so we can pull from that as well as what the general public knows. I’m glad that you are growing as an omega, but I’m sorry it is causing you this much distress." Andrew told him.

He meant every word. He hated to see Maxwell so unlike himself. Maxwell let out a shuddering breath before he pulled their joined hands in his direction. Shyly meeting Andrew’s gaze, he mimicked what Andrew had done, kissing the back of Andrew’s hand.

Andrew felt himself grow instantly hard.

"Thank you for being so...accepting. I know it was silly to worry, but after I got off the call with Michael my head just started spiraling." Maxwell admitted and Andrew nodded.

"It’s okay. It happens to everyone. I promise I would never judge you for something like this. Honestly, I was bracing for something much more dramatic. Like maybe...you admitting you’d killed someone before." Maxwell’s eyes widened, nearly bulging out of his face before he started laughing.

"Murder? You were ready for me to admit I killed someone? Baby, I would never do that before we were legally bound. That’s silly." Andrew was glad that his words had brought the sparkle back to Maxwell’s eyes, and Andrew felt himself relax.

He felt that this was a successful navigation of what concerned Maxwell, and as soon as they finished eating, Andrew was going to dive head first into research. He needed to know what was bothering his precious Maxwell.

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