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]

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.

[littleorphanalien]

Well, what's he going to do? Disappoint Alex by not swallowing him whole? No fucking way. He grabs his hips and hauls Alex in towards him for a deeper suck, like he's giving him permission, because what's the worst that happens?

He might get it all over his mouth, he might choke a little, but it'll be worth it to know what it feels like to swallow Alex when he comes. He's rubbing himself off against the bed, too, because Alex's fingers in his hair are giving him a real problem all over again.

[unendurable]

"Michael! Fuck, I'm so close," he whines, knowing he should give Michael warning. Whimpering as he tugs at his curls, rolling his hips, unable to hold himself still.

Arching up to watch Michael, groaning as he sees him working so hard against Alex's cock. "Don't... Please let me make you come," he groans, shuddering as he whimpers once more. "Michael. I can't... I'm coming. Fuck."

Head back suddenly, eyes wide as he shudders and bucks through his second orgasm of the afternoon, making soft, strangled sounds as he comes.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael releases his hold, letting Alex work against him the way he wants. He doesn't want to hold him back now, not when he's so close, and when he comes, he does choke a little. He coughs and splutters, trying to swallow as much as he can, knowing that he won't be able to manage to all.

The rest, he swipes at with the back of his hand.

But, fuck, he's so hard. Letting out a painful little sound when he eases off, the flash of it is in his eye. "Please," he begs, the most vulnerable he's ever been in his life, for Alex. "Your hand?" he begs, even if Alex isn't wearing half the rings he always used to fantasize about.

[unendurable]

"Oh God. Fuck. Michael. Oh God," he whines, not having expected Michel to do that. Shit. he's going to fucking lose his mind dating Michael if this is how it's going to be.

Hearing Michael though and his eyes roll back. Shit, there's nothing he wouldn't give him in that moment. Moving to push him over, lay Michael back as Alex licks the palm of his hand, wrapping it around Michael's cock even as he leans over him.

Staring down at him, hesitating only a moment before kissing him. Hard, aching to kiss him more, and unable to help wondering how it will taste. Stroking him with rough, quick strokes even as he moans into the kiss, soft sounds in the back of his throat.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael feels like he might come apart, broken into pieces, but he's so hyper-aware of himself, careful not to let his powers get away from him, because he doesn't want Alex to worry about that right now. He gasps when he sees Alex lick his hand, and he sort of whites out a little.

The nightstand vibrates again, shaking, trembling, but only because Michael is shaking the same until he gets it under control, which happens to be the moment Alex kisses him and everything goes quiet and calm, the same it does when he's playing music.

"Alex," he gets out, a soft hiccup that's so needy and pleading that he barely recognizes it.

[unendurable]

If Alex wasn't so acutely focused on Michael, all of this could go so badly. Thankfully there is little he is cognizant of but Michael. The way he tastes, the way he feels, the sounds he makes that leave Alex trembling. A tremble that does well in hiding the telekinetic energy working around him.

Whimpering at the way his name sounds like that, with Michael sounding so amazing as he twists his hand, eager to given Michael anything he wants as Alex licks and nuzzling at his throat, kissing along his chest, just experimenting and touching and wanting so much more as he goes.

[littleorphanalien]

Alex is kissing his own come off Michael's lips.

It's a thought that comes to him belatedly, and when he realizes it, he comes. It's like he's been shot, but there it is, he watches Alex kiss down his throat and his chest, hips snapping forward as he orgasms for the second time in less than an hour, leaving him laughing and breathless.

"Oh, fuck," he groans, but it's full of glee. "Was it good for you?" he can't help asking, practically falling apart with ridiculous laughter.

[unendurable]

He figures if he is going to suck Michael off eventually, and he knows he is going to, then he needs to know if he can handle the taste of it. That and he's realizing already how easy it would be to become addicted to Michael. To how he tastes, just kissing him.

Gasping though when Michael comes so suddenly, not slowing, doing to Michael everything he would do to himself, knowing what it is he likes and how he liked jerking himself off. Slowing his strokes, leaning in to kiss Michael one more time before flopping on his side before Michael.

"Smart ass," he groans, shoving him on the side. "What would you do if I say no? HUh?" Not that he would. Not at all.