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]

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."

[unendurable]

Snuggling in close, Alex sighs and just stares all dreamy eyed down at Michael. He's so sweet, and handsome, and Alex wonders if he's dreaming. And if he is, if he can do something so that he never wakes up.

Kissing him back, cradling Michael close. He loves that he's as touchie feelie as Alex feels with him, that they just keep cuddling and touching and that's so new to him too and he loves it.

"Hey, I was thinking about that on the walk over. I mean, it's possible no one is going to kick us out. Like ... I mean, maybe this was meant to be my place. I think we ... God, you're going to laugh at me. I think we slipped through a wormhole into our future. Well this is future me's apartment."

[littleorphanalien]

Michael keeps absently running his fingers over Alex's body and looks around the apartment, tracking down items, noticing them and seriously considering what Alex is saying. The phone conversation, the date in his calendar with Alex, all the things he can't explain imply that they are in a future.

The problem with that is that there's nothing in this apartment that looks like it belongs to Michael. There's also a prosthetic that he noticed, and neither of those things bode well.

"It's not outside the realm of possibility. I mean, we've been theorizing that if you create an artificial field around a black hole, you could live half the time of someone on the planetary surface below," he starts, and he's rambling, feeling safe enough to do it. "There's also wormholes, but Einstein's equations basically make that a no-go what with infinite mass, though he's not the end all expert there."

Most realistically? "We're in some kind of cosmic string," he says. "Some pocket with huge amounts of mass that warp space-time, maybe let us slide into the future somehow, but I don't know how we'd get back."

[unendurable]

Alex listens to Michael, slowly leaning back, staring down at him. His eyes widen, stunned by all that Michael is saying. He's heard several of those theories and yet it's stunning to be laying there against him, listening to those words and the theories that he's putting out there.

"Maybe..." He takes a breath, thinking about a few things he's read. "Maybe I don't want to go back," he says without any hesitation. "I read a lot of those texts between us, Michael. Best I can tell we've been sharing those texts for months, and we have a date scheduled for next week. I didn't see any others. Michael? I think we screwed up somehow and this isn't us," he says, tangling his fingers into Michael's curls, not wanting to let go of him. "So maybe this is some dumb kind of wish fulfillment or something. I don't know. I just know, I want this. I want us, Michael."

[littleorphanalien]

Without anything in this apartment to show evidence of himself, he's not sure he can disagree. After all, the Alex in that photo was older, and if he's that old and they're not together, then something must have really gone wrong. It breaks his heart to even consider it, staring at him with a hopeful look.

"I don't want to have screwed this up, it's the one good thing in my life outside of my full ride," he admits, his heart sinking as he wonders what could have possibly happened to make it so bad. He breathes out, a hitched sound, when Alex's fingers sink into his curls and draw a happy little sound from him.

If this is a wish being fulfilled, it's the best wish ever.

"Well, if this is wish fulfillment," Michael says, very seriously, and nudges Alex off him just a little so he can grab by him by the hips and pin him to the sheets, starting to slide down his body. With no warning, he wraps his mouth around Alex's cock, tongue curled around the tip before he takes him deep.

[unendurable]

Kissing along Michael's shoulder, the curve of his neck, every little kiss a tiny promise that this is it, that he isn't letting whatever could happen, happen. It's this, and them together, and he doesn't have to worry about that because they've changed it, right? He has to believe they can change it and make it better.

"Michael," he sighs. "I love saying your name. I should have sooner," he admits with a grin.

Though he's being rolled over, frowning slightly. And then Michael's mouth is on him, sucking him, and Alex cries out. Back arching, his hands gripping at the sheets beneath him, unable to find even words as he suddenly has something he's dreamt about. A lot.

Dreams never, ever compare to the real thing.

"Fuck. Michael." Whispering practically, his throat tight.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael actually has no idea what happens next. He's watched a lot of porn, okay, but he's never done this. Even with girls, he's barely gone down on them because it's always been an awkward thing (he says always, but there's only been two girls and one of them had been at the group home because they were bored).

Still, he thinks that he can learn as he goes.

He tentatively starts working his tongue with a little more suction, taking his time to make sure that Alex is enjoying it, framing his hips with both hands as he arches his back to get Alex deeper down his throat. And then, just trying it out, he gives a soft moan, just to see what that does.

[unendurable]

In fairness, the guy he is madly, head over heels falling for is sucking his dick for the first time ever after they had sex. Unless Michael bit him, there's nothing he's going to do that Alex isn't going to love.

It is amazing though, feeling Michael's tongue against him. Arching up slightly, needing to see this, to watch Michael. Swallowing hard against the lump in his throat when he sees that mass of curls, watching Michael as he holds Alex tight. Which he's glad for because the sensation is there to roll his hips, desperate for more as much as he wants this to last.

He never would have thought a moan would do much, make much difference, but then it's rumbling over him, and Alex whimpers, falling back against the mattress.

"Oh God. Oh God. Oh God." Whispering the litany over and over again as he writhes beneath Michael's touch.

[littleorphanalien]

The only problem with this is twofold. The first being that Michael desperately wants to be watching all this and casting his eyes up from where he's lying isn't doing anything for him, other than making him feel utterly and completely like he's missing out.

The second is that the more Alex moans, the more he writhes, the more he can feel his tenuous control on his powers slipping. He can feel the nightstand behind him vibrating just a little, but he stops it, so maybe Alex will only think it's a phone notification.

Closing his eyes, he slows it down, takes his time, and starts thinking about if he's really gonna be able to swallow (because he wants to, but he's not so sure he can).

[unendurable]

"God, Michael." Groaning the words, one hand moving to cup Michael's head, tangling in his curls, just loving to touch and stroke over him, encouraging him. "It's so good. God."

He knows he shouldn't be that close, but he's never had this, and he hasn't a clue how to stop himself. All that talk of baseball and who knows what isn't helpful when Guerin's mouth is so damn hot and driving him mad.

"Michael. Fuck, I can't..." Moaning loudly, tugging at his curls, hating how he can't hold himself off much longer, can't just have this go on and on. Not coming yet, but knowing that he won't make it long even with Michael going slower.