met free Chapter 32: A freak like me
Chapter 32: A freak like me
Chapter 32: A freak like meAndrew stared at Maxwell, and the way he was holding the cookie with two hands. A part of him relaxed, a part he hadn’t even been aware was tense.
"How’s the cookie?" He asked, smiling at the other man. Maxwell’s shoulders immediately tensed, but he nodded.
"It’s good." He said, munching quietly and Andrew’s heart squeezed in his chest. He liked watching him enjoy something that he had made. It made a part of him relax, bring his shoulders down. Provide a comfort he hadn’t expected.
"Good." Andrew said, smiling. Maxwell glanced at him, before quickening his pace until the cookie was gone. Then, he dusted his hands off, and wiped at the corners of his mouth with his fingers, cleaning up any crumbs. Andrew watched him warmly.
"Andrew, why did you let my Father into the house?" He asked, tense, and Andrew shrugged.
"Well, there are a couple of reasons." He started, and Maxwell gave him a glare. Andrew’s smile widened. "First, I thought it was Michael at the door so I didn’t even check the peephole. Second, we have security around the house now, so I doubted they would let anyone in who wasn’t verified by you, and third, he’s your Father. Why would I prevent him from entering?" Maxwell sighed, running his hand through his hair and Andrew clenched his hand. Now that he had certain rights over Maxwell, and thinking about him, he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering.
Fuck, the man was hot. When he raised his hand like that in a suit? Fuck. Andrew knew he was hard now.
"Andrew, just because he’s my Father, doesn’t mean you should let him in. The same goes with the rest of my family. We don’t really get along, and I don’t want you to have to deal with their unpleasantness." That response surprised Andrew. From the way Maxwell’s Father had behaved, he would have guessed it was the exact opposite of what he was saying. His Father seemed to care a great deal for Maxwell, but maybe they weren’t the best at communicating.
Well, actually, were there many people out there who were able to read Maxwell well? Andrew was only confident because he’d spent quite a bit of time with the man, but if he came from a family that was full of people who were just like him...Andrew could see how Maxwell could come to the conclusion that they were on bad terms. After all, he didn’t have to take time to learn and read others’ patterns. They would be easy compared to Maxwell. Especially Andrew, if he was honest with himself.
"I didn’t consider our interaction unpleasant until the last few moments." Andrew told him, and Maxwell frowned.
"Andrew, he made you cry." Andrew shrugged again.
"Yeah, and as you said, my emotions and hormones are out of whack, and I don’t view it a wrong thing to tell someone to leave your child alone if you are worried they are taking advantage of them." Maxwell’s eyes widened slightly, clearly surprised.
"He what?" His voice was quiet, and Andrew knew that wasn’t a good sign. Andrew shrugged.
"I would be the same way if our positions were reversed. Doesn’t matter if you’re a fully grown man. If my son had a random guy move in, I’d be concerned. Of course, there is the element that you are an omega that plays into this, and I won’t deny that, but that’s different. I know I wouldn’t take advantage of you that way, but not many others know that. All they know me as the freak who went from being a beta to an alpha. Not only that, a true alpha. Someone who can suppress others, including alphas, with my pheromones. I’d be pulling my hair out if I knew my kid was alone with someone like that who I’d never met before." Maxwell hated what Andrew was saying, he could see it in his facial expression, and his body language. His arms were crossed, and he was resting most of his weight on one leg.
"Andrew, you aren’t some freak I found off the street. We’ve been hanging out for almost 8 months, and you’ve helped me out several times. Just because my family doesn’t know you, doesn’t mean others don’t. He didn’t do any re
"Then neither are you. It isn’t as if either one of us asked to be different from the rest, especially in your case. So stop thinking that way. Every time you do, I’m going to punish you." Andrew, a man who was still in an alpha rut, felt his head spin. He licked his lips, nervous.
"W-What kind of punishment?" He asked softly, almost scared of the answer. Maxwell raised his lips, ready to snarl, until he smelt the faint scent of pancakes, and he froze. Glancing up at the taller man, Andrew couldn’t meet his gaze. He was too embarrassed by his body’s response. Maxwell’s anger dimmed almost immediately, flowing into a different avenue.
"Well, I had several in mind. A few of them I would have to wait for, since I’d need to get stronger restraints then some flimsy ties." Andrew gulped, nearly swallowing his tongue at Maxwell’s softly spoken seduction. He yanked Andrew closer, whispering into his ear. "The one that’s on my mind the most is forcing my cock into your mouth until you make me cum. Then forcing you to fuck me until I’m satisfied." Maxwell’s teeth sunk into Andrew’s earlobe and the man’s knees went weak. "If you don’t make me wet enough, I’ll punish you more." Andrew’s breath came in short, quick exhales.
His head felt dizzy, and Maxwell’s pheromones began to wrap around him like the sweetest of temptations. He clenched his hands, unsure what to do with them until he met Maxwell’s heated gaze and gave in. Wrapping his hands around his waist, he yanked the smaller man closer, swallowing thickly.
"That’s not a punishment, Max." Andrew said, his voice deepening at the image he’d projected. Fuck, having Maxwell thrusting his cock into his mouth until he came was so fucking hot. He’d love to see his face, his mouth open, maybe a little damp from saliva. He was driving him insane. Maxwell chuckled.
"It’d be one if you couldn’t touch me." Andrew groaned. Not again. He wanted to have his hands all over the man. Squeezing and molding his pale skin in his hands until he knew his whole body by touch. With his hands, and with his mouth.
"Max, I promise I’ll be good." Andrew whispered, and Maxwell reached down, squeezing Andrew’s ass. He jerked, surprised, until he met the wicked grin on Maxwell’s face, in his eyes.
"Are you going to be a good boy?" The words unlocked something in Andrew’s mind, and Maxwell’s nostrils flared as he was coated in Andrew’s pheromones.
"I don’t think a good boy wants to fuck your brains out. Press you down into the bed and fuck you until you don’t know where I end and you begin. I want to fill up with so much cum it makes you uncomfortable, and you can’t move without it dripping out of you. I want to watch as you try to waddle your way to the bathroom to clean it out and a little trail of my seed follows behind you. I don’t think that’s good boy behaviour." Andrew knew something was taking over him, and he could tell by the way Maxwell looked at him. At first, it was shock, before something settled into his expression, and Andrew didn’t know what it was.
"No, that is not good boy behaviour." Maxwell agreed, before he got on his tippy toes and pressed a soft kiss against Andrew’s lips. "That’s my boy’s behaviour."