dated july 11

[littleorphanalien]

Was it a good idea to spend a week's wages on this?

Probably not, but ever since the conversation about whether he's a kid from the 1990's or the 1940's, Michael's idiot brain had latched onto the comment that if he's from the latter, he'd better start dressing like it. So he'd taken his pay from the garage, he went to the clothing store, and he bought himself a nice burgundy cardigan, a pair of khaki pants that Max would probably salivate over, and then tortoise-shell faux glasses.

On the way out, he picks up a pack of hard candy, because if he's gonna be an asshole about the comment, he's gonna go all the way. Once he changed and slicked his hair like a magazine he saw, he heads to open mic night with the hard candies in his cardigan pocket, sitting himself down in the front.

He waits until Alex's act, but then he very deliberately unwraps one of the candies with a smirk on his face, popping it in his mouth. Alex wants him to act his age? Well, he might not do that, but he's gonna dress it, just to prove a point.

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[unendurable]

Feeling much more confident after his first week on stage, Alex gets there earlier, dressed more the part. Black skinny jeans and a careful to match the blacks black tee under an open bowling shirt that gave him a kind of vintage look that Alex realized actually suited him.

It definitely suited the first song he sang, always feeling comfortable when he sang Panic. He's only just started when he saw Michael there in that same seat, dressed... for his age.

Alex very nearly lost his place, fighting to keep himself on track and having to look away from Michael as he kept singing, smirking despite the words of the song, the tempo of it. Originally he had planned to sing High Hopes next but he turned to check something, made a quick arrangement before he came back to the microphone.

The music is much different than the last song, and yet Alex has obviously been practicing a bit of Sinatra given how he puts himself wholly into the song.

"What a day this has been. What a rare mood I'm in. Why, it's almost like being in love."

Definitely singing it for Michael, crooning the song while staring at him, cradling the microphone like a lover.

"There's a smile on my face for the whole human race. Why it's almost like being in love."

[littleorphanalien]

Michael absolutely ends up checking out Alex's ass when he takes the stage in those skinny jeans, even though he actively laughs at the bowling shirt, because really? He's not letting Alex live that one down, given the hipster nature of it all.

Still, he sucks on the candy in his cheek as Alex sings, smiling up at him like he's the most innocent man in the world, hands folded over his lap as he taps his foot, adjusting his glasses every once in a while.

That smile is wiped from his face when Alex starts singing Sinatra in that low, beautiful voice. He goes from teasing him to absolutely bowled over, like every time he thinks he can't fall more in love with Alex, he does.

He brought a flower tonight, even though it's a single rose in plastic wrapping, and it sits beside him as he watches Alex sing to him, he knows it's only for him.

[unendurable]

Alex puts himself fully into things. Especially as he transitions into Sinatra, crooning as he sways to the music. Watching Michael closely, eyes hooded, singing to him as he sits there looking like he and that song went together.

As amusing as the outfit is though, those glasses do something to Alex that truly makes him ache to slowly draw them from his face, to kiss him slow and deep.

Those thoughts definitely cause his voice to deepen, emotions ringing in his words as the notes end and he straightens, snapping back to here and now and what he's actually doing and not his thoughts about Michael.

Then as the song ends, he shifts to singing "I put a spell on you," acapella, his voice low and husky and there's definitely nothing but seduction to those words. Entirely unplanned, crossing a few lines he suspects and unable to hold himself back.

[littleorphanalien]

He really needs to start considering what coming here and listening to Alex sing does to him. Michael lifts the rose up and puts it right in front of his face, tapping the plastic against his lips, letting Alex see that it's there and it's for him as he points to Alex with the flower.

When Alex starts with the next song, Michael knows it's a mistake, but he drops the flower away and he mouths, 'and now you're mine' right back to him, because it doesn't matter if they're only friends.

He is. Friend, best friend, boyfriend, whatever work they want to use, that's the truth.

[unendurable]

The rose makes him smile, eyes lighting up as Michael's holds up the rose. His heart swells at seeing that, that Michael had brought him another gift for these performances. Even dressed as he is.

Slowly Alex lowers himself, crouching near the edge of the low stage, putting himself on the same level with Michael, a bit lower even, repeating those words back to Michael, letting the notes fade away.

Smiling as he stares at Michael for a long moment, hearing the applause but not entirely aware that they're not alone.

[littleorphanalien]

This is definitely way too dangerous. Michael tips the rose out to Alex, staring at him, and the entire world fades away, exactly the way it does when he's using his powers or when Isobel has dragged him into her mind space. He doesn't fiddle with his glasses or the cardigan.

He's not sure he can move, honestly

Alex just made him one hell of a promise, but only after Michael made it, too. He thinks his means more, because Alex has already screamed at him in a prison that Michael is his family, but then, Michael never looks away. Not really. Right now, he's definitely living up to that. He sets the rose down, heart pounding, and remembers to applaud, exhaling like he finally remembered how.

[unendurable]

It's only the pain in his leg that makes Alex realize it was a mistake to drop down like that. Not that he will ever regret it looking at Michael, the expression on his face, and the emotions coursing between them in that moment.

Remembering where he is as Alex manages to get to his feet, barely catching himself with the mic stand as his lifts his gaze, looking over the room and remembering this is not the single spotlight that the world had seemed a moment before, staring at Michael and seeing nothing else.

Giving a nod and a smile to the room, a small wave as he puts his guitar away and heads off stage and over to the table where Michael is.

"I believe that's mine?"

[littleorphanalien]

Michael wants them to not be sitting anywhere near the front of the room, which is why he's switched tables while Alex was putting his guitar away, standing by a table near the edges of the crowd so that no one's watching them. He holds out the rose, giving him a fond smile. "You better enjoy it, because the guy gouged me. It was like five whole dollars," he says.

He wishes he could say the bitching is old man character, but it's not, it's just him.

Once he's given up the rose, he adjusts his glasses, squinting like he needs to get a better look at Alex. "From what I could hear, and my hearing is going," he pretends, making his voice nice and crotchety. "I think you're going to be very famous," he teases.

[unendurable]

Alex is glad for the distance, for being away from the rest of the room, even if he's just performed openly, in front of others. Everyone saw him singing to Michael, not hiding how he feels about him, but he's glad that Michael moved away from the middle of the room.

Taking the rose, he can't help but smile. One that widens at Michael's words. "I do. I love it," he admits. "No one has ever given me flowers, or a plant." He may well dry the flower and keep it. He won't admit that, but he's thinking about it.

Though Michael draws attention to what he's wearing, and Alex can't help but laugh.

"Well here's hoping your pudding dinners and early bedtimes won't stop you from coming to a concert or two," he teases, head cocking to one side. "Though I'll tell you. I kind of like those glasses on you."

[littleorphanalien]

Michael grins at him as he fiddles with the glasses, dragging them off to look at them before sliding them back on. "I think they're pretty popular these days," he admits. "All these hipsters and vintage-chasers love the damn things." He adjusts them on his face, then the cardigan, which he pulls down before he takes a seat.

"I loved the set. Nice variation," he praises, even as his heart practically pounds in his chest. "What made you choose to sing that last one? There was no music, it almost didn't seem planned."

[unendurable]

Settling in across from Michael, smirking though as he watches him fiddle with his clothes, laughing when he goes on about the details. "Maybe I need to accept that you're the age you say you are," he teases, unable to help how amused he is by Michael's behavior. "I'm okay with a May/December romance though if the time ever comes," he adds, sounding smug and being definitely amused with himself.

"Thanks. Uhmmmm, it wasn't planned at all," he admits. "I've been listening to some jazz lately, since after my last time someone ... Okay I'm still adjusting to the kidnapping, nevermind that some people were kidnapped after the last World War and are not much older than I am," he admits. "So figured it might do me some good to listen to a few things that aren't only known by my generation," he admits. "So I was listening to more of your generation. For the oldster crowd," he teases, smiling still. "But that... that is one of the growing number of songs that make me feeling like I'm stalking you."

Still a joke, surely. Especially since it's not as if any of it's unwarranted. Just kind of feeling like the tables have turned, and more and more he's realizing how miserable he personally made Michael's life, not even counting what Jesse did.

[littleorphanalien]

Alex keeps saying things that give him this warm rush that floods him, making him feel uncertain about the fact that he's the one that talks about wanting to be friends when, honestly, he also wants to grab the rose out of Alex's hand, pin him against the nearest wall, and take everything he can.

That's not really the plan.

And yet, here he is, staring at Alex and knowing how much he's in love with him, smiling at him for the fact that even though he was sitting here trolling Alex, he'd been doing the same in return. "You're not stalking me," he guarantees. "You can't be. I'm the one sitting here, making sure I come an hour early so I get a seat."

After all, Alex can't be stalking him if Michael is the one who's willingly there.

"Am I at least looking good for my age?" he teases with a smirk.

[unendurable]

It's not as if they're denying how they feel about one another, or what they hope can come out of all of this. It's that Alex has realized Michael's right. They need this. They need to know they can be friends, and beyond that he's finding how much he enjoys the time they've been spending together. All that they're sharing that they never had before.

Alex will always love Michael, but he needs him as a friend more than anything.

"I think I've logged in more hours at the mechanic shop than two of the mechanics combined, and I'm not on the payroll," he points out, though he keeps thinking he should just do it officially and get paid for all the time he spends going over their computers and chatting with those coming in for their vehicles.

"I like that you come that early," he admits, knowing he's blushing a bit. "And that you wore that outfit. It's very sexy on you," he says, smirking. "Well, except the slacks. They remind me of Max. Sorry," he says, grinning though as he leans over, looking Michael over. "Damn sexy for your age, and handsome too. At any age."

[littleorphanalien]

"I mean, we still need someone at reception," he says bluntly, because if Alex is going to be there anyway, he might as well get himself on the payroll. He's not about to say it, but the idea of Alex working on a regular basis with him is the kind of thrilling thing that has him feeling like he's seventeen again, like he can't keep his eyes off Alex.

Not that he ever could, honestly, but it's been getting worse lately. He reaches over for his beer and huffs out a laugh when he gets compared to Max. "I could roll around in some grease, tear these open, get them more Guerin for you," he quips, flushing as he endures Alex's look.

"You gotta stop doing that," he says and it's soft, but it's there. "Alex, you gotta..." He exhales, shakily. "If you keep saying that and singing to me like that, I'm gonna forget why we're waiting."

[unendurable]

He wants to do it. He wants to be there and be around Michael, and he needs to actually have a job until he makes it big. He's not accepting otherwise, that it's not the option that will eventually happen. He will make it. Until then though, if Michael is encouraging him, why not be there near him if he can?

"I'll do the official thing tomorrow then," he says, looking shy though he's smiling.

"It's the tan. You're not a tan person," he points out. "Except that working tan, which I love on you," he says, still wildly flirting and taking chances.

Though, when Michael says that, Alex sets his beer down, shifting his chair a bit closer to Michael. "If you say stop, I will. That's it. That's all there is to it, but I can tell you why we're waiting. For this. For us here, doing this. For us sharing time together and finding out we're not just good in bed, but we're enjoying the time we have together. The good times are starting to outweigh the bad, Michael. At least for me. I hope they are for you."

[littleorphanalien]

"I hear you. You're saying you like me in my tight jeans," he quips with a smirk on his face, but he goes more serious when Alex talks about why they're doing what they're doing.

He's right, too. His expression softens as he stares at Alex and he nods, because he's right. "The good is definitely starting to outweigh the bad," he agrees. The good is almost monotonous and boring, but Michael's learning that maybe that's kind of all you need.

"I don't really want you to stop, that's the thing," he huffs out. "All I want is to figure out how to, I don't know, how to do this right," he says with a gesture to Alex. "I love coming here and watching you play and I love that you come into the shop, especially if you're gonna be working there, pulling a wage..." he teases. "Man's gotta eat, right?"

[unendurable]

"Oh. I'm definitely saying that," he admits with a grin and a waggle of his brows. "I've spent quite a bit of time staring at you in them," he admits, not saying if it's now or back then in Roswell when they were teens. Likely a bit of both.

"I like we have memories now, Michael, that don't hurt me to think about. I'm hoping you have the same." And he hopes they can make more. "And we'll make more. We should plan to do something," he admits. "Go to a show, to the beach. Something. Not a date," he says, holding up a hand. "But just hanging out."

Nodding though about coming by the shop, but then Michael adds that last part, and Alex goes still. Sitting back, staring at Michael pointedly. "Thank you for reminding me," he says. "I've been meaning to talk to you about that. How long were you planning on feeding me and spending your money on me and not even liking me to bring you coffee?"

He's talked to others and learned that it's not a Darrow thing, so that means only one person could be behind it.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael lets out a laugh, because his jeans are greasy with holes in them, and besides, he never thought the ass was his best feature. He taps the boring black belt he's wearing now, just a few nudges of his thumb against the buckle. "And here I thought everyone noticed the belt buckle."

Mainly because Michael makes sure everyone notices it.

"We should go to a movie," he says, with a shrug. It's safe. The movie will be playing, so they'll talk before and after, but be there in the dark during, maybe even sharing popcorn.

He's about to open his mouth and say something, but then Alex catches him in his fib, his eyes wide, and he gapes for a second. "I..." Wait, how does he explain it? "I didn't know if you were gonna feed yourself," he says defensively. "I wanted to make sure you took care of yourself, and having food was the best way to do it." He raises a brow curiously. "How'd you figure it out?"

[unendurable]

"Everyone noticed it because you french tucked your tee shirt behind it and walk from the hips and not the shoulders," he points out, proving that he most certainly did notice it and a lot more given that little glimpse into how Alex sees things.

"We'll go then. Anything to spend more time with you." Anything to have moments they can look back on and think about what they've done here in Darrow and how normal it's been. Even if this place isn't.

Alex just stares at him before he reaches over, catching Michael's hand for a moment and giving it a squeeze. Then impulsively raising his hand and nearly kissing the curve of Michael's knuckles before catching himself. He flushes darkly letting go of his hand.

"Thank you," he says, not able to keep worrying Michael that he might somehow, for some reason, be upset. "I mentioned it to someone else, about how crazy this place is that they give you money and housing and food and yet let creatures roam in blizzards, and... surprise," he says, smiling. "You were right though. I barely remember with the food in the house. If I had to out for it, I'd likely eat fast food while hanging around with you and forget the rest."

[littleorphanalien]

Michael had been about to open his mouth and defend himself and his belt and his way of walking, but then Alex lifts his hand, he nearly kisses it, and Michael can't speak. He's not sure he can even think, his brain just sort of short-circuits.

Whenever he and Alex get together, it's heated and passionate, but it's rarely as tender as this. True, at Caulfield and at the reunion, there have been touches like this, these desperate things, but never so casual as this, and fuck, he doesn't know what to do.

"I just want to make sure someone's taking care of you. You had the Air Force all those years," he says, ducking his gaze away, when he finally can speak, brushing his hand over his khakis, like he can feel the connection. "It's my turn, right? Now that I got a shot?"

[unendurable]

Alex isn't sure for the longest time if he had gone too far, feeling like he has to be extra careful of what he does, how he acts. Not that he feels he's walking on eggshells, but that he wants to feel as if he can do this right. For both of them.

Yet the need to touch, to be near, to explore things they never had before, such as romance and intimacies and tenderness. He wants them as much as he wants to be friends with Michael. All the things they never had before.

Alex is quiet for a few minutes before he nods. "You're right. It is your shot now," he agrees. "But that means you have to let me do the same," he points out softly. "Maybe sometime this week I could make you dinner? I can nearly cook," he assures him with a small smile, looking more hopeful than he realizes. "Just to take care of you."

Not a date. Not in that way. Just because he can, and Michael deserves it.

[littleorphanalien]

Oh, this is a very bad idea.

If Alex comes over to his place and makes him dinner, Michael is pretty sure he'll be hard-pressed not to pin him to the couch and make out with him, but what's he going to do? Say no? He glances to the next act, wincing when it's too noisy, and nods to the door. "You wanna get out of here? Walk along the pier, maybe grab an ice cream or something?"

He can answer then, too, after he's had a few minutes to think about it.

"I can cook, you know," he adds, when he's at the exit door, ready to let himself out. "Had to learn, so when I do remember to do it, I'm not half bad."

[unendurable]

Alex is trying to look pleasant. He really is. It's killing him. So when Michael asks that, he nods eagerly. "God, yes please," he says. "Let me leave my guitar with the manager to pick up after," he says, already gathering it up and moving it to the bar. He keeps the rose though, coming back noting that Michael had agreed.

He'd actually made it clear he didn't need Alex to do that for him.

"I assumed you could cook, but I just wanted to offer since you've done so much for me. But I understand if you'd rather we not do anything like that. I worried it was asking too much," he says, giving Michael a smile, trying not to be hurt. Despite things like the moment during his last song, Alex also knows Michael has made it clear it can't be anything more than friends. Not for a long time.

[littleorphanalien]

"Hey," Michael says, reaching out for Alex when he walks out the door. He pushes the glasses up so they're in his hair and won't get in the way, but before they get too far, he wants to make sure Alex knows they're on the same page. "I'm not saying no. I'm saying I can cook, but I wouldn't mind taking the night off sometime."

Bad idea, such a bad idea, but he wants to. He's getting real tired of only being friends, but he doesn't know if they're strong enough yet.

Once he's said that, he pushes past Alex to start walking towards the pier that's a few blocks away, thinking the cool air and the waterfront along with all the other people will help with some of the sparks between them. "You ever come down here? It's nice. I kind of love the sound of the waves crashing on the shore."

[unendurable]

Michael catches Alex's arm and a million moments go through his head. So many times when they've stopped like this when things got so bad. They're not bad now, and he smiles as Michael pushes the glasses up to nestle against his hair. He wants so bad to reach out and destroy that style, free his curls, but he resists because he's fairly sure he won't move away or stop if he touches Michael now. Not in that way, not that close.

"Once when I first got here, when I was still kind of creeped out by being assigned to an apartment and all. I kept exploring thinking I'd find a way out," he admits. He'd stop trying the moment he'd learned Michael was there as well. "When I was at basic down in San Antonio, I walked along the river front there a few times but that's so much like home, you know? This place is green and ... I don't know. Wet. Humidity and all. Between Roswell and the Middle East, it's kind of weird to me," he admits with a chuckle.

He pauses a moment, glancing sidelong at Michael. "If I asked to hold your hand, would that be too much?"