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littleorphanalienOne 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.
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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Date: 2019-08-02 04:40 am (UTC)Even if it only lasts a few hours, a few days, whatever it is, it will be the best memories that Alex will ever have for as long as he lives. There is really nothing that could top this. Not ever.
"Well, for your sake, I'll let you know that it is the most amazing thing I've ever had. Good isn't even close," he says, sighing as he rests his head on his arm, staring at Michael.
"Okay? I want you to stay, Michael. We're kidnapped and this is all weird, and we get to be boyfriends and if you want, I can sleep on the couch," he offers, ducking his head because, really, he wants more than that. He wants this as they have right now.
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Date: 2019-08-02 03:11 pm (UTC)He beams down at him, his other hand toying with the short hairs near Alex's neck, still in disbelief that he gets to have this. "I don't wanna sleep on the couch," he guarantees, chasing Alex's lips so he can kiss him and make that promise.
"I just wanted to make sure you and I were on the same page. I know it's a lot."
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Date: 2019-08-02 06:21 pm (UTC)Sighing at that touch, his eyes closing as his smile widen, positively beaming.
"Then we both sleep here, and there's food in the kitchen, and we're all set." Eh, he had a key to the place so he was fine with claiming it as his own.
"If that page is that I want to fall asleep like this and wake up with you and I don't care if we're in the back of your truck or here? Then yep, same page."
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Date: 2019-08-02 07:35 pm (UTC)He grins at Alex and he knows that they're doing this and they're in it together.
"Hey," he murmurs, dropping a kiss to Alex's shoulder as he reaches for the pillow to get comfortable. "I'm really glad you were my first time, with a guy."
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Date: 2019-08-02 10:01 pm (UTC)Smiling at that comment though, kissing Michael's temple with a sigh. "I'm glad you were my first. And don't worry. I'm already ignoring any others you've had. It's just me."
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Date: 2019-08-02 10:44 pm (UTC)He gives Alex one last sleepy kiss to the corner of his lips. "We'll make sure it's only you," he says, and with a last sleepy breath, he thinks he can try and keep that promise.