(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 344: Documentaries only tell the truth

The rest of the night was quiet. Richard didn’t come back downstairs, which meant that Maxwell went to check up on him on his own. Andrew just waited, knowing that Maxwell kind of wanted to take over the caring aspect of Richard. Andrew didn’t mind, and liked seeing this side of him.

It was so interesting to know that Maxwell’s caring side wasn’t fake, and just didn’t show up for others in an obvious way. It warmed Andrew’s heart quite a bit to see him passing by the kitchen doorway, a slightly concerned look on his face.

Andrew waited for the debrief, knowing that the other man was going to tell him all that was going on. While doing so, he wrapped up his evening of cooking and baking since it was getting late.

He was finishing up washing the last of his dishes when Maxwell’s scent caught up to him first and then a pair of warm, slightly smaller hands slid around his waist. Maxwell tucked his head against his back, letting out a sigh.

"Everything alright?" Andrew asked and Maxwell let out another sigh.

"He’s just overwhelmed by all of the smells and not used to how his body behaves to it. He was on some blockers and they are slowly weaning him off of them so he had a reaction. He didn’t react well to the reaction so that’s why he ran out like that and hasn’t come back. He asked that we restrain ourselves for at least two days because our scents are so strong to him." Maxwell grumbled. "I agree with him, but I’m disappointed that I don’t get my Andrew fix." Maxwell was pouting, which was adorable.

"He could smell that?" Andrew asked and Maxwell sighed.

"Our scent would linger after, even if we didn’t mean to. It also wouldn’t just go away with a fan or something since it tends to linger a little longer. It does go away with time, but he’s super sensitive right now. He looked terrible asking for that. All red and blotchy, tears in his eyes." Maxwell sounded quite upset and Andrew finished washing up his dishes, dried his hands and then turned, pulling the other man into his arms properly. Maxwell sighed.

He was burying his face into Andrew’s chest, clearly finding comfort there.

"Well that sucks. All of our plans, gone." Andrew teased lightly and Maxwell just nodded. The man was probably feeling very upset and was trying to be reasonable since it wasn’t like Richard could control his actions.

Andrew gave him a squeeze.

"Well, we’ll just have to cuddle aggressively, hmm? Does that sound okay?" Andrew asked and Maxwell nodded. He looked up at Andrew, his eyes all big and wide.

"Can we cuddle on the couch while we watch a movie or something before going to bed?" Andrew wouldn’t have told the man no under any circumstances. Not when he looked like he was close to crying. Andrew smiled, reaching up to brush a few strands of hair behind his ear.

"Of course, Angel. Why don’t you go find the movie and I’ll make sure we have something to snack on if you get peckish?" Andrew told him and Maxwell let out a deep, heavy sigh before he nodded, pulling away from Andrew with a sad expression that broke Andrew’s heart. Maxwell headed for the living room and Andrew made sure he didn’t take too long getting things ready.

He came to the living room shortly after, Maxwell having decided on a film and sitting in the middle of the couch looking like a kicked puppy. Andrew’s heart ached for the man, but he couldn’t help but smile.

The man wanted him so bad it was so cute. He looked like a sad, mopping cat.

Andrew came in with the small plate of snacks and the cups of hot chocolate he made. He made one for Richard as well.

"I made a small plate and cup of hot chocolate for Richard as well. Do you want to drop it off or do you want me to?" Andrew asked and Maxwell practically teleported to the kitchen, rushing past him to go run the snacks to Richard.

Andrew got himself sorted, sinking into the couch with a smile and waiting.

Maxwell was back in no time, a look in his eyes as his gaze zeroed in on Andrew’s lap. Andrew opened his arms wide, letting the man do whatever he wanted and he crawled into Andrew’s lap like he was trying to crawl into his skin. Andrew almost expected him to tear off Andrew’s top so that he could touch as much as he wanted, but he didn’t.

It was only a few seconds after that that Maxwell started the movie.

Andrew did his best to focus, but Maxwell kept wiggling in his lap, adjusting. Andrew knew exactly what the man was doing, but he really didn’t need to. Andrew was already hard, a consequence of having Maxwell in his lap. The man really didn’t need to egg him on.

To stop him, Andrew insisted he have a cup of hot chocolate, and the man was pouting more. Andrew hid his smile behind his own cup of hot chocolate and tried to focus on the movie.

Andrew had never seen this movie before. It was a documentary. It should have been rather boring, but Andrew got quite into it, and so did Maxwell. It was about the field that Maxwell worked in, and by association, that Andrew worked in.

Now that the two of them were watching it properly, Andrew watched Maxwell and the screen from his vantage point. He could see every little twitch the man made, and every face he pulled. They were subtle, but Andrew liked watching Maxwell. Maxwell pulled a particularly obvious face at one point and Andrew chuckled.

"What? What’s wrong?" Andrew asked and Maxwell reached for the remote to pause the program. He then gestured to the screen with the hand holding the remote, most of his hot chocolate gone in his other hand.

"They’re just wrong." Maxwell told him and Andrew smiled at him.

"Really?" He asked and that set Maxwell off. He went on a long rant about what they had gotten wrong in the documentary, how what they were spreading was dangerous, and how he should get in contact with the people who made this.

"Why didn’t they contact me?" Maxwell muttered at the end and Andrew really laughed at him.

"Sweetheart, I love you, but you aren’t the most approachable person out there." Andrew told him with affection in his tone and Maxwell’s ears turned pink. He looked down, embarrassed.

"That’s not my fault that people don’t want to approach me." Maxwell complained and Andrew laughed. Didn’t want to? Everyone wanted to know Maxwell Beckett. Andrew had no doubt about that.

He just also knew that idiot alphas had bad intentions for him, while betas and omegas were afraid he was a cunt because he never smiled. Andrew wasn’t exactly opposed to the fact that not many had seen Maxwell’s cute smile, and the open affection he gave Andrew so willingly.

That being said, it might be a national treasure, so he shouldn’t be too greedy.

"Your family reputation probably dissuades people from reaching out. People tend to think those who are rich don’t want to speak to them, especially documentaries that are criticizing the work that the person does." Andrew pointed out and Maxwell grumbled.

"I should find out who made it and offer them a tour. Because this is on a major streaming site and it’s spreading misinformation. Shouldn’t someone who makes a documentary want to spread the truth? Not lies?" Maxwell asked and it was so sweet that this was something that Maxwell believed.

He was so cautious and tense about so many other things, but this was something he believed? Andrew had to protect him.

"You’re right, Angel. They should want to. I’m sure that they’ll react rather positively to you reaching out, but don’t do it personally. They would probably think it was a scam. Have Mr. Newman reach out with official email stamps or even a letter. It’ll be a little intimidating, but it’ll get the point across that it’s you." Andrew told him and Maxwell nodded.

"They also didn’t get everything wrong." Maxwell told him after a long pause. "Just a lot of it is wrong." Andrew chuckled. He was being so damn cute, it was a crime that he couldn’t put his hands on him right now.

"Well, I’m glad to hear it. Do you want to continue watching it?" Andrew asked and he nodded. They turned it back on, and they grew quiet as they continued to watch it, and Andrew continued to watch Maxwell’s expression twist. He only paused it one more time to rant about what the crew was recording, and how they were doing it.

Then after they had finished, Maxwell went on another rant, letting Andrew feed him the snacks he had prepared as he continued talking about the documentary. It was a soft moment, one that made Andrew’s heart feel full and Maxwell, despite his ranting, also seemed pretty happy as well.

Richard really didn’t make another appearance that night, and after Maxwell had left Andrew’s lap, Andrew did his usual check on every door, alarming the house, and then headed upstairs.

He hesitated at Richard’s door for a second before he finally knocked lightly. He wasn’t sure if the other man was still up. It was so quiet after he knocked that he thought the man had fallen asleep and was just about to turn away when he heard a gentle reply.

"Yeah?" Richard asked gruffly and Andrew smiled.

"We’re just heading to bed now. The doors are alarmed, so just open a window if you need fresh air. I can show you how to disarm it tomorrow, alright? Have a good night, Richard, and you’re welcome to anything in the kitchen downstairs if you get hungry in the middle of the night." Andrew told him.

"Okay. Thanks. Have a good night." Richard told him quickly and Andrew smiled.

"Good night Richard." Andrew turned and headed towards his bedroom. Maxwell was already curled up in bed, Andrew’s side of the bed turned down for him and Andrew smiled. He closed the door behind him, not locking it, just in case.

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