(BL)Alpha Made-Chapter 575: Side story 5

Andrew knew that raising one child wouldn’t be easy. He had no delusion that it was going to be hard, but he did realise he had some delusions when it came to raising two.

He didn’t think it would be that much harder. He knew it would be hard, of course, child-rearing was not an easy task, but he was wholly unprepared.

It was only made worse that the twins did not like him.

Maxwell was doing his best to convince Andrew otherwise, but Andrew could not be convinced. Every time the twins would cry when they were moved away from Maxwell and Andrew would do his best. He wanted Maxwell to take care of himself, have breaks, but they would not be soothed by Andrew.

It was made worse when the others, May included, could soothe his children, but Andrew couldn’t.

It was a blow that Andrew had a hard time recovering from.

All he wanted to do was give his partner a break, some well earned rest. They were only a few months into being new parents but Andrew could tell that Maxwell was exhausted from having to bear a lot of the child-rearing related issues because the children would not let Andrew help. Maxwell was a small man, and considerably weaker than Andrew.

He didn’t like working out, he didn’t work out, and he worked behind a desk. Andrew was going to be stronger than him because Andrew did work out every week, had done so since he’d met Maxwell. He’d even worked out more in preparation to have more stamina for taking care of the children, but they wanted nothing to do with it.

Andrew had broken down at one point, feeling terrible for Maxwell that he wasn’t reliable in any sense, and that he was adding to his already tired husband’s burden. Maxwell was passing out almost as soon as his head touched the pillow, and here Andrew was, worrying about if his kids fucking liked him.

He felt like a damn loser, but he knew he would be in bigger trouble if he didn’t tell Maxwell about his concerns.

So, one night, when Maxwell was on the verge of falling asleep after having a difficult time getting the twins down for the night, Andrew told Maxwell the truth. How he felt like the kids hated him, wanted nothing to do with him, and how he felt like he wasn’t doing enough around the house to help Maxwell with the kids.

Maxwell didn’t wake up immediately, but slowly as Andrew spoke the man dragged himself across the bed, closer to Andrew until his arms were wrapped around Andrew’s waist. He pressed his face into Andrew’s side, inhaling his scent in the same way that he always did. Andrew felt his heart move, even if it really shouldn’t. Maxwell was always tired, the twins didn’t give him any moment to rest and thus, they hadn’t been able to have an intimate relationship, at all. Andrew and Maxwell were both notorious for not being able to rely on others easily, so neither one had even considered asking for help.

Andrew had to control himself around Maxwell. He was not about to make the man even more tired, so he saved all of his affection for soft kisses caught in the moments between the twins’ needs and their own basic ones.

"Baby, the kids don’t hate you." Maxwell whispered. "Why would they ever hate you? You fed them, spoke to them, stroked them and comforted them with your pheromones the whole time they were inside of me. If they’re my children, they could never hate you." Maxwell told him. Andrew felt his lips curl up into a painful smile, hesitantly placing a hand on Maxwell’s shoulder, rubbing him tenderly even if Andrew wanted to grab the man, flip him over, and mess him up until Maxwell was exhausted tomorrow for a completely different reason.

"You’re incredibly biased." Andrew muttered, not dismissing what he was saying, but also not fully believing him as well. Maxwell’s teeth suddenly sunk into Andrew’s thigh, causing Andrew to let out a rather sudden hiss.

"You’re a moron." Maxwell declared, raising his gaze up to glare at Andrew from where he was wrapped around Andrew on his stomach. "You’re a big, stupid moron and you should have said something sooner." Maxwell told him sternly. Andrew felt at a loss. His thigh was pulsing from the pain, and embarrassingly, he was so damn hard that he knew Maxwell noticed.

"I...I didn’t want to add more of a burden to you." Andrew told him seriously, and Maxwell’s gaze narrowed. He dropped his head and bit Andrew’s thigh again, shifting over slightly to spread out the pain. "Maxy, what are you-"

"This is a punishment." Maxwell said, raising up again to glare at his husband. "You’re being a big dumb idiot. You’re not a burden, and if you were feeling this way, you should have said something! I knew something was wrong, but I had no idea what it was!" That admission, that he knew that something was wrong, had Andrew feeling worse.

He had tried not to make it Maxwell’s problem, and yet here he was. Making it Maxwell’s problem. He had added to Maxwell’s worries and burdened him exactly in the way that he had been worried about.

"I...I’m sorry. I thought I did a good job covering it up." Andrew admitted and Maxwell glared at him harder.

"You? Doing a good job covering it up? You flinched every time Flora cried when you held her. You were even worse with Oliver." Maxwell sounded pissed. "Why didn’t you tell me anything? I asked you so many times what was wrong and you kept brushing me off. I felt lonely." Andrew’s heart ached in his chest. "And you haven’t even been doing anything with me. I was worried you were losing interest in me since we had children." Andrew gasped, horrified.

"No! Never! I would never do anything so fucking horrible! I just-you’ve been doing the majority of the child-rearing so I wanted to give your body a break, and we had to wait a longer time because you needed to heal. I would never, ever lose interest in you. I just wanted your body to rest, and it felt like you weren’t able to catch a break." Andrew told him earnestly. "You’re not a physically active person, Maxy, and I’m not criticizing you for that, I just don’t want to push you so hard that you don’t feel like yourself the next day." Andrew watched as Maxwell’s jaw twitched and his ears turned pink.

"I’m not so weak that I couldn’t take a pounding from my husband and then go about taking care of my children. Plenty of people do it." Maxwell reminded Andrew tersely. Andrew swallowed thickly.

"I-I don’t want to brag, but I am well endowed and I know that you were...heavily influenced the first few times after we had sex." Andrew mumbled, embarrassed. He was already expecting the sharp sting of Maxwell’s teeth in his thigh after he spoke.

"Yeah, and if you don’t fuck me, I’m going to feel alone in this experience. I need that kind of intimacy to feel connected to you. I need to feel reassured that you still love me after my body changed. I have a scar now, does that make me ugly to you? What about the marks on my body? Are you turned off now that I’ve carried two lives inside of me?" Andrew’s body jerked hearing Maxwell’s words.

He had a harshness to his tone, speaking as if the words meant nothing to him, but Andrew knew better. Maxwell had his own insecurities, and Andrew was getting a peak into them at the moment. It turned out that both of them were terrible at communicating with each other, and now that Andrew had broached the topic, Maxwell was spilling his concerns as well.

Andrew couldn’t hold back anymore.

He reached behind him, grabbing the hands that were wrapped around his waist in his hands and pulled Maxwell up and over onto his back suddenly, pinning the man’s hands above his head. Maxwell seemed shocked, his eyes wide in surprise as his body slammed against the mattress, Andrew’s body settling on top of him.

Andrew stared at the other man, his gaze hard with an anger that he sure had led Maxwell to biting him three times.

"There is no way," Andrew began, "that I would ever find you unattractive. No damn way. You could be twice your size right now, Maxy, and I would love you just the same. Lose a limb, or several, and I would still love you. A few marks on your body mean nothing to me. Hell, I put them there. We did them together, and they are proof that we made life, together. There is no way that I would ever find that unattractive. I really have just been filling my mind with thoughts of you and the reality that your body has changed, but how you need to heal. I’m sorry I didn’t realise you were feeling lonely." Andrew told him earnestly, watching as Maxwell’s blush crossed his cheeks. "And...I was lonely too." Andrew admitted.

"Kiss me." Maxwell begged, and Andrew gave in immediately. The two fell on each other, pressed against each other as Maxwell turned his hands and clung to the one Andrew was holding him down with. Maxwell’s leg raised up, rubbing against Andrew’s, trying to get more touch from him.

Andrew settled his weight on top of his husband, their bodies finding their hardness, and the way they began to rock against each other had both men moaning into the kiss. Neither one forced it. Neither went to rip their clothes off, too lost in the sweet touch of the other, the friction against their bodies driving them to a fever pitch.

Andrew felt his cock swell, felt the tell tale wiggle of Maxwell’s hips, and before either of them could pull away, both men came. Dampening their clothes, each man refusing to pull away from each other as they continued kissing.

Andrew’s ears were trained, even in this moment, to attempt to pick up any cries from their babies, but nothing came. Andrew continued to kiss Maxwell, his cock still hard, still rubbing against the other man carefully, tenderly.

Maxwell was the one who pulled away, laughter in his eyes and on his lips.

"What are we? A pair of prepubescent teens?" Maxwell joked and Andrew bent, pressing soft, tender kisses to his warm, slightly sweaty skin.

"I feel like one around you. I can barely control myself. I got hard from you biting my thigh." Andrew told him. "I didn’t realise I had that urge in me, but maybe it was just because you were doing it to me." Andrew admitted. Maxwell huffed, rolling his hips up and against the dampness between them and the hardness of Andrew’s cock.

"Well, why don’t we have some prepubescent fun since someone doesn’t want to fuck me properly?" Maxwell teased, a sparkle of mischief in his gaze. Andrew felt any protest he had disappear.

"You’re going to tease me about that for a while, aren’t you?" Andrew muttered, and Maxwell pressed a kiss against his cheek.

"Awe, you do know me."