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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[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.

[littleorphanalien]

It's unlike any sex he's had before. The way he moans as he rocks into Alex's body feels like it's been ripped from his core, like he hasn't got any control of his body. He's desperate for Alex, needing to touch him, even if he knows that he's absolutely not going to last very long.

He reaches down and wraps his hand around Alex's cock, stroking him, before easing back, kissing him hard until he lifts his chin and reaches back for the lube, eyes half-lidded as he clambers back onto the bed. "Alex," he says, finding his gaze. "I want you to fuck me."

[unendurable]

Alex isn't sure he's going to be able to stay on his feet. The sounds that Michael is making goes straight through him, leaving Alex's knees weak and fearing he's going to end up on his knees before Michael. Which isn't entirely a bad thing the more that he thinks about it.

Gasping as Michael pulls away from the kiss, aching for more, not wanting to lose Michael's touch against him. Following him up on the bed, eyes dark and slightly narrowed in determination. He's already been trying to think about logistics, who and what and how this is going to go and then Michael says that and Alex whimpers as he follows Michael up onto the bed.

Crawling over Michael, just barely skimming kissing along his thigh, over his stomach and then his collarbone before lifting his gaze to Michael. "Anything you want. God, Michael, I want to give you everything you want."

[littleorphanalien]

Michael's already shifting his legs apart, reaching for the lube for him, the condoms for Alex, and frantically getting it uncapped so he can work a few fingers inside of himself. He hasn't done this with a guy, but he's seen enough porn to get the basics, and he's played around with himself too. He knows how to prepare himself, he knows what to do, and he moans as Alex kisses along his thigh and up to his collarbone.

He's so fucking sensitive everywhere, but he doesn't want Alex to stop kissing him. "Kiss me," he begs, "Keep getting ready, please," he chokes out. He came to in this weird city and the impossible has happened - Alex Manes is about to have sex with him.

Fuck, he'd been panicking about a kiss and now it's like his fantasies and his dreams are coming true. Lying back, he stares at Alex with amazement, his breath hitching as he slows his fingers. "You're so beautiful," he admits. "You know that, right? You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen in my life."

[unendurable]

This is happening, and there's this tiny voice telling Alex that it can't be real, that he can't finally be in bed with Michael Guerin, naked, about to have sex. Especially not when he's got Michael beneath him, fucking his own ass with his fingers and Alex gasps and has to look away because he's pretty damn sure if he doesn't he's going to come just like that, just from watching Michael do that.

Instead taking the square packet, getting it open even as Michael begs and fuck, how is he even going to fucking survive more than a second when every sense is on hyperalert?

Managing to focus, to roll the condom on, intentionally running the back of his hand along Michael's dick as he does, even as he leans down, kissing him hard. Messy and needful, hating that he is so desperate and hoping that he isn't ruining things, isn't going to ruin them. He just need this so badly, needs Michael so much, and he can't help himself in his passion for something he literally dreamt of night after night.

Stopping then, staring down at Michael as he says that, his whole expression softening. Lips parting, nearly telling Michael he loves him but he is sure that would ruin everything, and he'd sound like a fucking idiot falling in love with the first guy he's ever slept with.

Even if Alex is pretty sure it's true, and it has been for a while. Ever since he started getting to know Michael.

Leaning down, kissing him much more tenderly, whispering with his mouth brushing Michael's. "I've dreamed about you, Michael. About being with you. About you every night," he whispers. "I need you. Please, please, tell me..." Panting the words, feeling stupid asking this the way he is, but he can't hurt Michael. He won't do anything to ruin this.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael's hands actually start shaking a little when he watches Alex roll the condom on, moaning desperately when the back of his hand brushes along his cock when he's preparing himself, and the pleading and desperate look in his eyes is a good hint that when they do get going, it's not going to last very long at all.

There are a thousand fantasies he's had about Alex. Lots of them feature at prom or the tool shed or the UFO Emporium, but here in this quiet little apartment with just the two of them? It works pretty well, too.

The way Alex's lips soften makes the corners of Michael's curve up a little, just slightly, pleased that he can have that kind of effect on him. He reaches out and grabs Alex by the hips, hooking his ankle over Alex's hip and shifting backwards against the pillows.

"I want you," he says, blunt and honest. "I want you in me."

[unendurable]

If they had been smart about this, they would have fooled around, kissing and lowing one another and then working themselves back up again to do this. Instead they're here, condom on, Michael's ass slick and worked open and ready for him and there's nothing in Alex that could stop now.

Moaning as Michael moves against him and Alex whimpers, fearing he won't be able to hold himself back for long.

"You can have anything you want, Michael." Shifting to guide himself, staring down at Michael as he pushes into him. Slow, careful, mostly to try and hold himself back as he groans. Michael is so hot, in so many ways, and he gasps, eyes widening. "Fuck. Fuck. Michael." Barely able to breathe out the words, holding himself still for a minute, trying to catch his breath and keep himself from coming before he's even fully in him.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael's a genius in a lot of areas, but clearly not this one.

He's been hypersensitive for this since Alex first kissed him, and he thinks the wrong touch will set him off. If Alex were to kiss or suck his nipple, to bite his neck, to do anything other than pushing inside of him, Michael might come. As it is, he has to steadily run through calculations in his mind to keep himself from ejaculating way too early, and he can't even put a hand on himself.

He can't even find words, nothing other than moaning out Alex's name, caught on his breath, and he grabs for Alex's shoulder to haul him in, kissing him with the desperation of someone who wants to be kissing Alex when he comes for the first time with him, during their first ever time having sex. "God, yes," he sighs, because it's everything cosmic and as beautiful as he'd hoped it would be.

[unendurable]

Obviously they were in the worst possible mindset before starting this, and yet it is the most perfect thing that Alex has wanted for longer than he can remember. There had been no waiting, and even now he realizes he doesn't want to hold himself back. He just wants to feel Michael come for him.

Driving himself deep, crying out Michael's name into that kiss with his hands grip Michael by the rib cage, his thumbs brushing up and over Michael's nipples. That was all it took. Feeling Michael come, tasting him in the kiss, and there was no holding back with the way that he can feel Michael's body flutter around him.

Whimpering into the kiss as he came, his entire body shuddering as he clutches at Michael in desperation, drowning in the sensations of this being reality. Making love to Michael Guerin.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael lets out a ragged cry when he comes, but it's Alex's name. He shakes his head and the only name that falls off his lips is Alex's, sweet and needy and as loving as he'll manage without saying the words "I love you" just yet, because while he's pretty sure, he's not all the way sure.

After all, he's also the guy who freaked out at the idea of kissing Alex because those feelings were still settling.

He's also weirdly disappointed, only because the condom prevented Alex from coming inside of him, but he gets it. Michael's done this before with girls, he's not tested because of the alien thing, he just kind of really likes the idea of Alex's come dripping down his legs. For now, he slides his fingers over Alex's neck and pulls him in for a slow kiss as he sinks back onto the bed.

Someone's bed. He's not sure whose.

When he finally stops kissing him, he leans back, staring at Alex with a dazed, giddy look. He rubs his shoulder, lets out a 'whoo!' and then collapses back, pretty much giggling with glee as he stares at Alex.

[unendurable]

Alex is fairly certain he's going to pass out. It feels too good, and it's perfect no matter what, and he's just had his first time with this guy he's been dreaming about for weeks, if not months if he's honest. It's wild, and he feels breathless, his heart in his throat as he fights not to say things he might regret, that could ruin this moment. He will do anything not to ruin this.

Sighing into that kiss before half collapsing against Michael. Bracing himself on his elbows, nuzzling at Michael's temple, pressing a soft kiss against the curve of his ear, whispering softly, tiny terms of endearment and Michael's name as if it were a fervent prayer.

Groaning as he moves, not wanting to but there's the condom to deal with and thankfully the bag he'd brought in with them to dispose of it, and then he's curling in against Michael's shoulder. Moving quickly, unwilling to take a chance at Michael moving away. As if he has a place to go but that isn't a thought in Alex's mind. Just wanting to curl in against Michael, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael slides his palm over Alex's chest from where he's lying back, refusing to let him go a single second more without touching him. He laughs softly at the ticklish little kisses to the side of his neck, delighted and breathing out slowly as he opens his eyes to watch Alex.

He turns into Alex's warmth, a little sensitive about how warm his body temperature is, but then he's close enough that he can wrap his leg around Alex's knee and pull himself in closer for lazy kisses, making out with little care for a second round just yet, only caring about how good it feels to be doing this.

"You felt so good in me," he mumbles against Alex's lips, his top lip dragging Alex's lower as he tips his head down, then drags the tip of his nose back up his cheek as he looks at him, curly hair flopping around now that it's lost its hold. "Wish it could've been without the protection," he complains, even though he knows it can't be.

[unendurable]

Laying on his side, looking down at Michael as he props himself up on his elbow. Leaning down and kissing him softly, just the faintest of kisses before moving to just stare at him again. Just lost in the reality of this, that he's staring down at Guerin, looking all satisfied and sexy and naked and damn, he can't even help how he groans just from staring at him.

And then there's this. Being cute and intimate and not seeming at all like he's second guessing this. That sting of him pulling away from the kiss is gone, because he has Michael like this now and that is all that matters.

"Well, I mean, that's on you," he says, grinning though, kissing him quickly to prove he's teasing. "And I don't care, just so long as you're here," he admits, knowing to him it's about being with Michael, and that is what matters most.

"I wasn't sure, I mean, after everything? If you would want me to... I mean, I hadn't thought about... Okay I have thought about it. A lot but kind of either way and..."

And he groans, closing his eyes. "I'm an idiot, ignore me."

[littleorphanalien]

Michael could live in this dream forever.

Forget Max and Isobel. Forget UNM. Forget the spaceship he's building under Sanders' auto-yard. The only thing that matters to him in this specific moment is how Alex kisses him so softly and how Michael can tug him on top of him, rolling them until he's on top with a grin. "Oh, it's on me, huh?" he echoes, but he's grinning too.

Then he rolls them back until he's on the bottom again, staring up as Alex babbles in the most adorable and endearing way. God, Michael's definitely in way over his head. "Alex," he drawls. "Are you telling me that you didn't think I'd want you to fuck me?"

There's definitely a lot to talk about, clearly.

Michael bites his lower lip and slides his hand up Alex's forearm, staring up at him through half-lidded eyes. "When I'm with someone I really care about, I don't mind giving up my control and I..." He shrugs. "I really care about you. I trust you. I've never trusted anyone and I trust you."

[unendurable]

Finding himself in a place he didn't recognize, with identification that scared him in a way, and yet finding Michael here and it is all that Alex could want. No father. No pressure to join the military. No fear one day his dad would hit him too hard, or just the wrong way, and he'd be dead. It's a fear he's had since he was a child, and being seventeen hadn't changed that.

So he's here, and this is perfect.

Laughing in a way that feels alive and free, and grinning up at Michael as he pins him.

"Hey, I'm the virgin here so..." Laughing more as they shift again, glad that Michael didn't mind his stupid nerves. Even when he says it that bluntly and Alex blushes, ducking his head before peeking back up at Michael.

"I thought you'd want things to go another way, yeah." And he's been okay with that. Excited for sleeping with Guerin, no matter how it went.

Yet Michael goes on, talking about giving up control and trusting him, and he just stares down at him, his mouth hanging open, feeling kind of like he'd just been punched in the gut. But in a good way. If there's a good way.

"I like you too, Michael," he whispers, wishing he didn't feel like an idiot saying more, telling Michael he loves him. Yet realizing then that he really does. "I don't want to ever do anything to betray that trust. I mean it... Michael." Saying it softly, intentionally, smiling as he says it. For him it feels intimate, just as intimate as them curled up together naked.

[littleorphanalien]

"I've never been fucked before, so I'm a virgin too," Michael protests, but he blushes, because, "Well, I guess not anymore," he admits, but it's a thrilling thing and that Alex took his virginity is the best thing he can imagine. He reaches up to slide his fingers through Alex's hair, pulling him down again because he needs to kiss him.

He can't bear to have Alex right here with him, in this bed, and not kiss him again and again.

"I mean, if you're up for it, we can do it the other way around eventually," he offers, heart pounding against his rib cage. "If uh, if you wanted to uh..." He breathes and forces himself to say it, because he wants it. "If you wanna be my boyfriend?"

[unendurable]

He laughs, peppering Michael with soft kisses. "Glad you corrected that. I was going to say the same thing," he teases him, leaning into that kiss, loving how Michael's fingers feel in his hair. It's like he just can't stop touching him, kissing him, loving that it's more than this sex that seems to have overwhelmed him. It's them coming together like this.

And Alex is ready to agree to that, practically beg for it, and then Michael asks that question and he just stares at him, stunned. "You're asking me to be your boyfriend?" He sounds almost confused, not having expected that and yet when he smiles it's wide and brilliant.

"Yes. Of course I wanna," he says, kissing Michael again. This time it's wild and eager and enough to take his breath away.

[littleorphanalien]

He's worried, suddenly, when Alex echoes the question back to him. Did he do it wrong? Should he have asked that when they've only just fallen into bed (again, in someone else's place)? He leans forward, pressing on his toes so he can push flush against Alex's body for more kisses, whining a little when it seems like he can't get enough.

Then Alex says yes and all the worry sloughs off Michael like a bucket of water has washed it away. "Yeah?" he laughs, cupping Alex's cheeks to pull him back on top of him, giddy for it, letting his head fall on the pillow, riotous curls making a mess. "I mean, I don't know what boyfriends do," he admits. "Maybe date? I dunno, but uh, all I know is I want you to be mine."

[unendurable]

"Yeah. Definitely yes," he says, lighting up as he wiggles a bit, settling against Michael. Folding his hands on Michael's chest, resting his chin there and staring at him.

He's laying there naked! On top of his boyfriend! This is just beyond anything he could have imagined ever truly happening, and he's afraid he's going to be stupid and he's going to cry, but he's smiling so much he's not sure he can.

"I'm yours," he says, and it's like electricity up his spine, realizing that in answering that, he's said it that way. And then realizing it's true. He is Michael's.

"Well, we could check out this beach we saw on the map. Maybe, I don't know, find a theater?" He pauses, considering something. "Are you gonna stay here then? With me?"

[littleorphanalien]

Michael has never been this happy. He actually thinks he's tearing up, because he doesn't get nice things. He gets the foster home that beats him, that ignores him, that sends him to live in his truck. He's the homeless orphan alien who lives in the back of his truck and spends his life in the shadow of Max and Isobel.

He's not Alex Manes' boyfriend, only he is, and it's the best thing that ever happened to him.

He can feel the emotion in his chest, bubbling up and so grateful, and he gives Alex a tremulous smile, kissing him to promise it's fine. "I've never been to the beach," he says, pressing his face into Alex's neck until he calms down, easing back. "And yeah, I mean, I have nowhere to stay. It's not that I want to stay because I'm desperate. I mean, I have nowhere to go, but I slept in my truck, so I could. I'd rather stay here, until we get kicked out."