dated 7.29

[littleorphanalien]

One moment, he's at the shop holding a few cabin filters in his hand.

Then, they're on the ground. Michael blinks and stares down at them with confusion, bending to grab them and noticing that his shirt is suddenly fitting really strangely on him. It's too big and his hoodie isn't there, which is a problem when night rolls around and he's going to freeze because he hasn't got it. He collects the filters and sets them back on the shelf, seeing as he can't afford those (wishful thinking won't change that), and then heads outside.

That's when he sees two things.

One, this doesn't look like the hardware store in Roswell.

And two, his truck is missing.

It's the second one that's got him panicked. After all, that's not just his truck, that's his home, and even if he's been staying at the tool shed every now and again, that's not the kind of thing that he wants to start doing as a crutch. Grabbing at his hair, he tugs on it and starts pacing as he digs out his phone. Instantly, he calls Max, but gets a 'this user is not in service' message. Calling Isobel gets the same thing. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Did he hit his head? Did he go back to the fundamentalists and they gave him a concussion? He pages through his phone and sees a few things he doesn't understand.

One being a date in the calendar for tomorrow - Dinner with AM.

AM? Who's AM?

Then, he pulls up the chat history and sees a long one with the same AM, a history that looks more intimate than Michael's ever had with anyone. The only person he's ever even thought about like that has been Alex, but he's still kind of not sure what to do about that. As he goes through his phone, he finds an entry for Alex. His last shot, he dials, but this one doesn't disconnect.

This time, it rings.

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[unendurable]

It's all casual. They're just walking. Trying to not whimper every time they touch, glad for the sound of the city to hide whatever sounds he might make. Stealing glances as they go, glancing sidelong at Michael and unable to help himself from grinning just being there with him.

So when Michael makes the offer, he nods. If nothing else, he utterly wants to grab breath mints and not seem like he's planning on kissing him the moment they're alone. Just that maybe he's not been wrong. Michael has totally been checking him out. He's sure of it. Even if he keeps getting glances of himself in the storefront windows and thinks Michael must like him, or he wouldn't think he looks good like this. Ugh, it's so bad. If nothing else, he's seen his hair!

"I just need gel, nail polish, probably remover because it chips, and eyeliner." Even as he says it, he pushes his fingers through his hair, trying to make it do something less gross.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael grabs the handle of the shop, yanks it open, and nearly throws himself into buying things. He grabs a basket and stuffs it with hair gel for himself, nail polish the color he thinks Alex likes, gel that looks decent, eyeliner, and then three bottles of remover, a package of condoms, and lube.

He also grabs a pack of gum, asking the guy to double bag it. After he pays (he still has some money left, which is weird and nice), he shifts the bag so the lube and condoms are on the bottom, heading back out to walk towards the convenience store, leaning against the wall and tapping his foot anxiously.

Sex with Alex Manes, that's in the cards now. The more he thinks about it, the more nervous he gets and not because he thinks he doesn't want it. He just knows that he does, and it'll be the first time he's ever had sex or kissed someone he likes.

When Alex comes back out, Michael holds up the bag proudly, giving that half-smile. "Lucked out, they had everything you needed," he says. "So uh, where's your place?"

[unendurable]

Alex wishes he had looked around the house more. Wishes he had looked into what was in the apartment, if there was anything to help them out. And if there was anything the guy who lives there had in case anything went beyond kissing.

Though he's assuming that he'll be lucky if Michael kisses him back, so he's not sure why he cares. So instead he grabs a few things, mostly snacks, and heads out to wait for Michael. Smiling widely when Michael comes out, holding up the back.

"Thank you. I appreciate it," he says, giving a jerk of his head. "It's this. Whoever it belongs to. It can't be mine," he says. "Though I plan to keep it until someone throws me out," he admits, laying that out for Michael so he knows how this is going to go. Later he'll ask him to stay the night. Or until they get kicked out. Definitely until they get cooked out.

"But it's back down this way. Come on,' he says, shifting his back to the side away from Michael, heading that way.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael grips the bag tightly and keeps it on the side opposite Alex so it doesn't get in the way as he walks with him. He's still feeling kind of unnerved, not sure if he has clothes here or where his truck is, but Alex is here.

Not to mention, he kind of knows what he wants to do about it. "I tried to call my friends," he says, not his family, "but their numbers weren't working. Out of service. Wherever we are, it's not Roswell. Maybe," he jokes, "we fell into some kind of parallel universe?"

He stares at Alex longingly, thinking about crashing some man's apartment with him, making a little life. It might even be nice. "I'm really glad you're here," he mumbles, barely loud enough to be heard, but he needs Alex to know.

[unendurable]

It is kind of odd but he thinks about it as Michael called him, and he says he called his friends. He wishes he thought Michael thought of him that way. Maybe he does now as they're taking care of one another.

"The only number I had is yours, and I'm not calling anyone else." He wouldn't contact anybody in his family. Not if there's a chance this isn't Roswell. He glances sidelong at Michael though. "You know, that is possible, right? I mean, I believe it could happen."

He isn't sure if Michael will think he's stupid for believing that, but he does.

He hears those words though, slowing his step as he watches Michael more than watching. Stopping outside of the building, turning to face him, not wanting the words to be lost with getting into the apartment. "I know that feeling. When I saw you on the bench, I knew all of this would be okay."

It's such a heartfelt thing, and he feels his cheeks burning red as he jerks open the door, heading inside and to the apartment. The key on the ring opens the door easily.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael ducks his head down, and it's weird. It's like all the noise in his head kind of vanishes when Alex talks about not wanting to have called anyone else. "You believe in all that stuff?" he asks, about the parallel universes. "Should've known you took that job at the Emporium because you believe in little green men," he jokes.

He follows Alex inside the apartment and stares at how big it is. There's a plant and there's all the things Alex said. Nervously, he hitches the bag in his hands, then sets Alex's things, gesturing to the bathroom. "I'm just, I'm gonna..."

Then he vanishes, taking one of the bottles of acetone and chugging half of it back for courage (or to numb some of his worry). When he's used some toothpaste to get the taste out of his mouth, he opens the door and fiddles with the hem of his shirt, frowning as he sees all the grease stains on it, not to mention the holes in it.

"Does uh, are there spare shirts around?" he asks nervously. "This one's kind of toast, but maybe whoever owns this place has a t-shirt I could borrow and then wash and bring back later."

[unendurable]

He snorts, rolling his eyes as he closes the door and then takes time to lock it. They don't know where Jesse is, for one, and so he's not taking chances. "They're not green. If they're not looking like humans, they're grey, thank you," he says, proving that he actually does believe in those things. It wasn't just to avoid being anywhere near home. "It's egotistical to believe that we're the only beings in all of the universes. I mean, it's vast and huge and we have no idea how massive it is, how we could we believe that we're the only beings out there?"

He shrugs though, moving to set the wallet and keys by the bamboo plant without thinking. "I just don't get why they'd want to come to Earth."

Shaking his head as Michael goes into the bathroom, rummaging through the kitchen for ideas of what food there is. Mostly wetting his hands and spiky up his hair. Ugh, it looks so bad.

Turning back, he smiles, thinking about Michael stripping it off. "Come on. Let's rummage through the closet. Some of it looked old, but I'm sure we can find you something," he says, giving a jerk of his head and moving for the bathroom, trusting Michael to follow.

[littleorphanalien]

The way Michael looks at Alex as he talks about aliens is, for lack of a better word, besotted. It's the look of an alien hearing his crush talking about his existence and it pulls something out of him that he needed. "Maybe they found something they wanted to stay for. Or someone," he says, his eyes fixed on Alex a beat too long.

He laughs when he sees him using the water. "I put the gel and your things on the bathroom counter," he says, even though the smile is wiped from his face when a single drop of water slides over Alex's temple and he leans forward to brush it away.

Heart in his chest, he swallows hard, staring at him. "Anything better than what I've got. Flannel or plaid or something," he says, glancing down at his shirt. It's too big, making him feel like he's drowning in it, a kid in his father's clothes.

[unendurable]

Alex considers that for a moment before nodding. "True. I mean, if I came here, I would totally stay for the music if nothing else." If he hadn't met Michael. But he knows if he was an alien and he met Michael, he'd stay for him. It's a thought that sobers him, knowing that his crush runs so deep and realizing then how deeply.

It's easy giving up his family for someone else because his family sucks, but if he came all that way and met the boy in front of him? Yeah, he'd stay, even if he thought there was no hope.

Yet with that soft touch, Michael's fingers brushing at his temple sent shivers down his spin.

He should be finding Michael a shirt, helping him out, but after that touch, the way he keeps looking at Alex, and he can't help himself. Turning there in the hallway, facing Michael with a look of such absolute desperation.

"Guerin," he says, frowning slightly as he just barely shakes his head as he closed the small gap between them. Licking his lips, and then whispering softly, "Michael." Even as he leans in, his gaze dropping to Michael's mouth a moment before raising to his eyes once more.

Shifting closer, unable to help himself though he's hesitant, never having kissed a guy before, worrying Guerin will pull away as Alex tries to kiss him. His heart racing, fearing that Michael will jerk back, will hit him. Or worse, laugh at him. He thinks Michael's into him too but then he thought Valenti was his best friend so...

[littleorphanalien]

Every single hair on Michael's body stands on end, he's pretty sure. His heart races fast and he stares at him longingly, wanting so badly to keep talking about aliens or touching Alex's temple, but he can't do anything other than stare at him.

Right up until the moment that Alex looks at his eyes and every single panicked nerve in his body sings. He freezes up. He doesn't want to, but he does, if only because this moment is so huge and he wants to remember it forever.

He rests his hand on Alex's elbow and pulls him in before he can back away, and he does ease back, only a little before Alex can kiss him, but only so Michael can rest his eyes on his lips, so he can say what he wants to say.

"I've wanted to kiss you since junior year," he says, and his lips curve up just the smallest bit, eyes full of hope and worry, "That is what we're doing, right? We're not just really close talking?" he asks, and he might be rambling, which means that he might need someone to shut him up.

[unendurable]

Frowning because that touch says one thing but then Michael is learning away and he isn't sure what is going on here. Fearing some sort of kind word telling him that he likes him but not like that like him, and he's going to lock himself in the bathroom and never come out if that happens. God, he can already feel that tension around his eyes where he wants to cry because he took this chance and was he wrong?

"I was trying to," he murmurs softly, frowning a bit though he looks more amused than upset. "Then pulled away," he notes, even as Alex presses in closer, sliding his hand over Michael's chest, encouraged by his words. Fingers tracing up his chest, skimming lightly over his neck before cupping his cheek.

Moving slowly as he leans in, wanting to savor this because he's wanted this as long as Michael has. Eyes closing as his lips brush Michael's, unable to help the soft sound of pleasure that rumbles through him just at that tiny kiss.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael leans in for that first kiss, cupping Alex's cheeks and leaning in for a moment before he backs away. His lips curve up, his eyes are half-lidded, and he can't help feeling right. That's when he lets his body operate on auto-pilot, drifting forward as he slides his hands to Alex's waist, grabbing hold of him so he can lean in for less of a short kiss.

He breathes out Alex's name when he does, in disbelief and awe and wonder, because he really never thought that'd get this. He thought he'd freak out or something would come up, like Isobel at prom, but here they are crashing in someone's apartment and they're kissing.

He's kissing Alex Manes.

At least, until he's not. He eases back and sighs with happiness, biting his lip as he lets out a nervous laugh. "I've never..."

[unendurable]

It's a soft kiss, almost chaste, and it's everything Alex has wanted for longer than he can remember. His first kiss, and it's with a guy that he's just slowly fallen for, caught up in watching him in class, and lying in his room, knowing he's in the shed, feeling that it's just good to be that close, and now they're here. In this odd, strong place, in someone's apartment, alone, with Michael. Without Jesse. This is literally everything that Alex could ever want.

Until he hears his name on Michael's lips like that and his knees buckle. Groaning as he presses in close to Michael, clinging to him as both hands grip the front of Michael's shirt, the one they're supposed to be replacing.

"I haven't either,' he whispers, unable to really even blink, just staring at Michael and lost in even had those kisses. "But I've wanted to kiss you for longer than I can remember. I couldn't believe when you called me."

That they're there together, he is realizing, is meant to be. He can't see it any other way.

[littleorphanalien]

It's not something he's ever acknowledge, but he thinks he's in love with Alex. He knows that he feels things for him that he's never felt for anyone else, that he doesn't like anyone the way he likes Alex, and that he thinks it definitely runs deeper.

The question is, now, do they keep kissing or do they do something else next? He really thinks it's the something else. He steps back, only enough so he can get Alex's hands off his shirt, breathing in a few times before he strips it off.

He lets out his breath shakily, staring at Alex as he holds the shirt in his hands, standing there with his hair a mess, and a wild and joyful look in his eyes. "You were in my phone and there was this conversation," he admits. "Alex, I don't remember saying some of those things to you, but they sounded like..."

Like someone who'd been dating him, not the person he thinks he is.

[unendurable]

Standing there in that narrow hallway, heading for the bedroom, and still thinking he can taste Michael on is lips as his tongue touches to his bottom lip, and Alex realizes that somewhere along the way his crush has turned into something else. All those hours watching him in class, of thinking about him at night, of his life focusing on school and music and Michael and now that he's this near to Michael, he's realizing it's more than desire. It's emotions he's never thought were part of his heart, that he could feel. But he does.

And then Michael is stripping, and Alex is remembering every night he lay in bed, whispering Michael's name as he came in the dark.

"I read them too," he admits, dropping his gaze to that tee shirt in his hands and then looking back up at Michael. "I don't know what they mean, or what any of this means, but I know how many times I've thought about this," he admits.

Grabbing his shirt, hands tugging it up and over his head and tossing it aside before he's pushing Michael back against the wall, needing to feel Michael's skin against his own as he kisses him. A little more desperate now. Not sure he can say how he feels, but he can definitely show Michael.

[littleorphanalien]

The hungry sound that comes from Michael's throat when Alex takes his shirt off is one he didn't know he could make. It's an aggressive and pleading thing and he desperately wants so much more, so when Alex pins him to the wall, he drops the shirt to the ground, cupping Alex's face so he can slide his fingers into the hair that he's been so desperate to touch.

The kiss is hungry too, edging on desperation, and he rocks his hips up against Alex's skinny jeans without meaning to, even though he knows where this is going.

"Wait," he mumbles, not to stop them, but he needs to know. "Is this your first time with...?"

[unendurable]

Alex never believed dreams came true until that moment. Not until he is kissing Michael Guerin with need and emotions he could pour into the kiss but couldn't find words for. Reacting instantly to that sensation of Michael grinding against him, moaning loudly as he presses in closer, moving in kind without thought, moving on instinct, desperate for more.

Whining when Michael calls for them to wait, wanting nothing of the kind. Those words though make him pause, shifting back to look Michael in the eyes. Still pressing close to him, his hands gripping Michael's hips tightly.

Swallowing hard enough he's sure Michael can hear it, even over the pounding of his heart, even as he nods. "Yeah. Yeah it is," he admits, biting at his lip, worrying that's going to change things. "You?"

Not denying where this is going, that he wants it to. Even as he groans and it's a distinctly different sound of pain and frustration. "I don't know if this place has... anything." Anything they would need.

[littleorphanalien]

"I mean, yeah," he laughs, but it's filled with nerves and a bashful energy that follows as soon as he lets out a laugh. "But uh, but never with a guy," he admits, sliding his palm over Alex's bare chest, over his heart where he can feel it pounding. "And never," he admits, more tenderly, "never with someone I liked, as much as I like you."

He breathes in slowly and a flash of guilt washes over his face.

"It uh, it definitely has something," he promises. "When you were getting snacks and drinks..." Michael gives Alex a hopeful look, eyes bright as the corners of his lips curve up just slightly. "I hope you don't think that I was thinking you'd be easy, but I kind of picked up...stuff."

[unendurable]

Alex ducks his head a bit, though in fairness it isn't as if there's a lot of out and proud gay boys in Roswell, is there? Hell, he hadn't been sure there was even a hot bisexual boy that he is madly in... is it love? He thinks it might be. God, Oh God, he hadn't truly thought about it before now but he thinks he might be in love.

So when Michael admits that he cares too, it feels like it might be okay then, that he is maybe in love with Michael.

But then Michael makes that admission, and Alex groans as he pushes in against Michael once more, sliding his hands along his hips, just barely dipping beneath the waistband of his jeans.

"Good. I'm glad you did," he groans, head dipping as he nuzzling and licks at Michael's neck, nosing just beneath his ear, panting softly as he nips his earlobe. "And honestly? I am easy for you," he admits, unable to meet his eyes as he says it, keeping his head down to kiss and nuzzle more as he says it.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael's breathing a little harder as Alex presses him back against the wall, his fingers pressing against his skin. Even though Michael runs hot (thanks to his alien side), it still feels like Alex has the warmer touch, but maybe that's just how badly he's got him going.

Biting his lip, he regrets what he has to say next, especially as he tips his neck up to stretch it and give Alex room to work on. "Except, I left it in the main room," he gets out, with a hitch of breath.

If only he could use his powers, they wouldn't have this issue, but he wants to have sex with Alex, not have this turn into some weird Area 51 panel situation.

[unendurable]

Kissing and nipping now, pausing as his hands push down a bit further past his waistband, groaning because they're too tight and he wants so much more. Needs it.

Pulling back, meeting Michael's eyes with a smile as he leans in. Kissing him once more, slow and deep, one hand moving to cup his cheek, sliding back into his curls and tugging at them. It's a long while before he leans back, breathless.

"Go to the bedroom. I'll get them," he says, grinning so wide, excited and giddy. "I promise I'll be quick."

[littleorphanalien]

Michael's heart is racing. He actually feels like he might be vibrating with the excitement and he's just glad that his powers only trigger when he's angry and not when he's turned on, like Max. He turns his head into Alex's touch when they sink into his curls, mouth open as he exhales, half-moaning for the kiss.

"Yeah, okay," he agrees breathlessly, and fumbles to get his shoes off when he gets to the bedroom, tucking them by the door and undoing his belt with the heavy buckle, then the jeans, and last the boxer-briefs, all in a pile before he stares at the bed.

Holy fuck, they're going to do this.

Glancing over his shoulder to check for Alex, he mentally runs through all the possible ways for Alex to find him, and decides that he should leave something to the imagination. He reaches for one of the pillows and stands in front of the bed with it covering his private parts, biting his lip as he waits for Alex to return, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "I really hope whoever lives here doesn't want his bed," he jokes, laughing nervously.

He's got plans and they're not quick ones, either.

[unendurable]

He doesn't exactly run, but there's nothing slowing Alex down as he goes, finds the bag and hurries to the bedroom. He needs this. He needs Michael. He needs hours on hours of nightly fantasies to be real and hot and wherever this is, whatever this all means, he wants Michael. That's all that matters right now. No, that wasn't true.

Michael wanted him.

Enough he bought condoms and lubes and fuck, he liked him. Alex feels like he might just spontaneously combust.

Stopping in the doorway, seeing Michael standing there naked but for a pillow and he forgets everything he's thinking, up to and including the theory he's starting to have that this is his apartment. Somehow.

The bag drops with a crinkling sound to the floor.

"I have thought of this for years," he says, wincing as he admits that. Undoing his pants, pushing them down as he bends to get the bag. Kicking his jeans away, straightening to stand there in his boxers, moving in closer.

Tossing the bag on the bed, he reaches for the pillow, tossing it aside as he moves in, kissing Michael again. Hard, needful, almost demanding. All tongue and teeth and his hand dropping down to stroke Michael's cock. He needs this more than he can find words for and it shows.

[littleorphanalien]

"Definitely months," Michael agrees with a nod, but then Alex is prying the pillow away from him and he's standing there completely naked in front of Alex. He's been naked in front of people before, but it's never felt like it mattered so much as it does right now.

His breath catches when he exhales, like he's been holding it, like there's something in his lungs that needs to get out and it can't, not without a little struggle all because of the way Alex approaches. Michael's instantly his. He melts into his body, hands at his hips, a stuttered moan on his lips when Alex gets a hand around his cock.

He tugs at the hem of Alex's boxers, eyes flicking up to his, even if they're so close that it means the tip of his nose drags along Alex's cheek. "Take these off already," he mumbles in insistence.

[unendurable]

Michael has made it clear he wants this as much as Alex does. More than that, he's spoken of thinking about this, about Alex, and his mind is racing for a moment, thinking about what this could all mean.

But then he's touching Michael, kissing him again, and the entire world pinpoints to Michael and there is nothing else that matters. Hearing the sounds Michael makes, feeling the heated exhale of his breath against his cheek as Michael makes that command and Alex can't help but to laugh. It's a high, excited sound, all emotions and excitement.

Wriggling out of his boxers, kicking them aside as he moves in, a high whine in the back of his throat as he presses himself against Michael. Aching, knowing it's going to take every ounce of his control to not ruin this before it ever start as he finds fantasies and dreams suddenly coming true, and not caring what this place is unless it's not real, because he's finally finding actual happiness in his life and he plans to hold on to it with everything he's gone.