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[littleorphanalien]

Alex isn't home.

He's not at the shop, he's not at home, and there's no text on his phone that tells him where he is, and he's supposed to be at home for dinner. To say that Michael is freaking out is an understatement, but he is. His brain has jumped to the worst case scenarios, and he's freaking out about how Alex could just be gone.

Shit, shit, fuck.

The engagement ring is still sitting in the sock drawer. If something happened to Alex, or he vanished, then Michael never even had a chance to promise himself to him like that. He's panicking so badly, calling everyone they know until someone suggests that he tracks Alex's phone, but he's a genius in other walks of life, not this, and even when he searches how to do it, it doesn't work because that means Alex's phone needs to be on.

So he's going crazy sitting with Bopp, keeping her in his lap and trying to convince himself it's just Alex losing track of time, that's all.

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[littleorphanalien]

Michael kisses Alex back, even if it's barely more than a peck because he absolutely doesn't trust himself. He uses his powers to open the front door, grinning as he hears the eager yipping of their puppy, and Bopp comes skittering across the floor.

"Yeah, girl, we're back," he agrees fondly, and helps to get Alex sitting on the nearest stool so he can play with her. "Your other Dad's gonna take you out, and I'm gonna..." he gestures for the kitchen with the tacos, because if he's in for the night he's expecting, he needs to fuel up.

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Alex smiles, watching as Bopp comes scurrying for them, laughing as he bent down to catch her and drag her up into his arms. She scrambled to get to him, licking at his cheek.

"Sweet, precious girl. I'm so sorry I didn't come home to you." He cuddles her close, sad he had abandoned her and hadn't been there for her. "I'm so sorry, Babygirl," he whispers, scritching his ears.

He looks up at Michael, trying to smile though he's feeling bad. "We'll be right back, okay?"

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Michael watches from the kitchen, leaning out the hall to watch the two of them with a stupid grin on his face, because he's got someone he loves and he's so perfect with that dog. The besotted look on his face is probably ridiculous, but he loves watching them and hearing Alex speak to Bopp like that.

Even better, seeing how she curls eagerly into Alex's arms, because that's a smart dog, doing that.

"Yeah," he agrees, stupidly in love and looking it. "Hurry, or I'm eating all the tacos."

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"That's my pretty girl," he murmurs, kissing the top of her head. "Come on then. Let's go for a small walk," he says, moving to get her leash. "Because I need it just as much as you do."

He needs to clear his head, to stop and think so he can curl up with Michael and be okay for him. Because Michael has done so much for him, and he wants him to know it's okay and how good it feels Michael came for him.

He heads out though, not gone for long before they come racing back in. He unhooks her leash soon as they come in and she goes running for Michael with a bark.

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Michael thinks they're both too pretty for their own good. He laughs and finishes a few more tacos by the time they're back, crouching to pat his thighs and encourage Bopp's uncoordinated, frantic little run towards him. "There's my girl!" he says cheerfully, and lets his ass hit the floor when she leaps into his lap, curling her in to nuzzle her soft fur.

He digs his knee into the ground to get back to his feet, holding out a burrito for Alex. "Eat, please," he requests, because there's still a lot of food left and Michael's not sure when the last time Alex did eat was.

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Smiling as he stands there, watching the pair. They're so beautiful and so perfect, and he is so madly in love as he stares at them, forgetting everything that has happened that day, just for a moment, because nothing but the two before him matter.

Smiling as he comes over, taking the burrito and moving to sit on the couch. Smiling so fondly, utterly enchanted by what his life is. This. Him and Michael. Their dog. Maybe it's not fancy and it's not stopping the world from falling apart but he's happy, and that's all that matters.

"I promise I will not skip meals. No matter what," he offers, digging into what's left, only realizing then just how damn hungry he really is.

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Michael turns and catches Alex staring at him, a little taken aback. He blinks, laughing slightly, and asks, "What?" because he's staring at him with a lot more intensity than he's used to, and he's not sure if someone's not right.

Still, he feels his heart pounding even faster, because god, he loves Ale so much, and he'd do anything to get that look forever.

"You better not, because otherwise I'm going to put an alarm in your phone that's just my voice saying, 'eat your damn good, Manes'."

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"Just thinking about how lucky I am," he admits, being honest. "And how happy I am." Because he wants Michael to know this. To know how much he cares and that he's truly excited and content with this life they have. "And you two are pretty adorable," he adds with a grin, because that's the honest truth too.

"I'm going to have to ask though that you become the voice to all my alarms. Wake up. Food. When my physical therapy is. All of it," he says, enjoying the food as he fights to keep it from Bopp.

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Michael's contending with Bopp trying to tug and nip at some of the shredded lettuce in his taco, but he sidles right up to Alex's side. "Lucky, huh?" he teases, smirking at him. "Well, if you're feeling lucky, then who the hell am I to argue?"

He watches as Bopp starts licking Alex's neck, and Michael smirks.

"I can definitely do that," he says, bending to put her down again. "I mean, 'wake up, Alex. Eat your breakfast, Alex. Stretch your ass, Alex. Fuck me, Alex.'" He smiles innocently at that last one.

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"Michael, look around us," he says softly. "We have a home we're making our own. We have a puppy. We have friends, and we have one another. How much luckier can I get?"

Laughing at Bopp, nudging her aside teasingly so he can take a bite before playing with her again.

"Do I need an alarm to tell me when to fuck?" Arching a brow, unable to help himself as he grins at him. "How often are we setting that?"

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There's an engagement ring he used to force his way into the hospital today that says Alex could get a little luckier, but Michael plans to keep that one quiet for now, because he doesn't want to let it slip, not when he's not ready.

"Oh, I don't know," he teases, and watches Bopp with her attempts at nipping at Alex's pant-legs, again.

He smirks lasciviously at Alex's comment, raising his brows as he leans in, breath hot and heavy near Alex's earlobe. He's seeming less stoned, so Michael feels comfortable murmuring, "At least once a day, to take care of your alien," low and demanding.

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Alex taps her lightly on the top of her head, to make sure he gets her attention and she knows what he's talking about. "No," he says firmly but softly, pushing a toy at her inside. If he wasn't afraid of her getting bigger and doing that to him when he was trying to walk and tripping he wouldn't care but he couldn't risk that. For her sake or his.

That smile though makes Alex goes weak, lost in that look. God, there is nothing sexier in the world in his mind.

"And here I have failed in that. It's been nearly a whole day and nothing. How are you surviving?" Asking it as he wraps his arms around Michael, pulling him in close.

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Michael leans down and taps Bopp with the top of her head with his toes, even as he slides his arm around Alex's waist to tug him into his space, slowly walking them back towards the couch as he yanks the bag of tacos to go with them.

"I'm barely making it, you gotta know us aliens aren't very hardy," he mock-gasps, even though he's absolutely fine. "It's you I'm worried about," he admits quietly. "How are you feeling?"

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She turns, pouncing at Michael's toes for a moment before giving a yip and grabbing her toy and run off.

Alex only barely notices as he presses in close to Michael, dipping his head to nip and nuzzle at Michael's throat.

"You poor thing. How have you even made it this long," he gasps, though he can't help but to grin at him as he slides his hands down, cupping Michael's ass. "Don't worry about me for being stupid, Michael. I'm fine. I promise."

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Michael's definitely not as fussed about dogs underfoot, but he also has telekinetic powers which means it won't be an issue if he doesn't want it to be. Grinning as he watches Bopp go skittering off, he turns back to Alex, breathing out raggedly for the touch to his neck.

"I'm not worried, but you were pretty stoned, Alex," he mumbles, his voice barely audible. "I'm allowed to be worried, right? You good to do this?"

Because much longer and he's not going to be able to stop.

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Still kissing and nuzzling, marking a small bite on Michael's neck, moaning as he suckles at the spot, wanting to leave a mark on his skin that others might see.

"Kind of dizzy, a bit woozy and utterly in lust," he says as if that makes sense with the others. "Do you want me to stop?" He asks it softly, even as he bites and suckles still at his neck. "Say the word and I'll stop, Michael."

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Michael's pretty quickly losing steam. Honestly, if Alex keeps doing that, he's going to run out of arguments real fast, and he breathes out, pushing the air like he needs to just get a hold of himself for a second.

"N-nah," he manages, stuttering a little. "I figured you'd want me to check in. You were literally falling over yourself adorably about an hour ago," he points out, but as he says that, he slides his fingers slowly over Alex's waist and under his shirt, digging his nails into Alex's shoulders before dragging them down.

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And he knows he's not entirely one hundred percent. He's still a bit lost in the drugs, and maybe it's not the smartest idea. Yet it feels good. All of it.

The heat of Michael's body, the way he's touching him, the drag of nails making him whine, a soft needful sound as he bites sharply against that mark. He knows he has to be honest, but he doesn't want this to stop.

"I know I'm still feeling it, but please, Michael? Please? I want you." There's a plaintive whine there, obvious that he's still feeling the sedative and not caring.

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Yeah, Michael's not going to be able to stop this.

It's a good thing Bopp's out of the way, seeing as the only thing Michael intends to do right now is grab Alex by the hips and haul him into his body, flush as he lifts him and coaxes his legs around his waist. "You ate enough?" He's close to babbling, but he needs to check.

"You're not feeling sick? You're okay?"

Because if he is, then nothing is going to stop him.

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"More than enough," he promises, though he knows after what he's put Michael through, it's not enough. "And I'll eat more later. Promise," he says, kissing him almost tenderly. A soft kiss compared to the way he's rocking against Michael.

Kissing along his cheek, his jaw, nuzzling just beneath Michael's ear before whispering to him softly.

"Michael, do I need to actually beg? Is that what you want? Because I will beg you to touch me, Michael. Will beg you to suck me," he groans softly in his ear.

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"You do know that hearing you beg is always, always worth it," he replies, because Alex says that like it's a bad thing and oh, Michael thinks completely the opposite. He lets out a soft little noise as he grabs at Alex, fingers digging into his skin, tangling them up together as he bumps them against the counter.

You'd think he's the drugged one, for how clumsy he is.

"If you pass out..." he warns. "I mean, I'm gonna feel feel a little proud, then I'll forcefeed you more tacos."

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To Alex isn't not clumsiness, it's a desperate need for one another. With all they've been through, the number of times they've thought they lost one another, he can't blame Michael. He wants him just as badly, and he can't hide it with the sounds he's making with every kiss, using his hold on Michael to keep his footing.

Until he shifts back against that counter, gripping it with both hands and hopping himself up onto the counter top. Using his legs, Alex keeps Michael close, pulling him in to him as he cups his cheeks. Kissing him again, breathless, whimpering softly before breaking the kiss.

Still cupping Michael's face, staring into his eyes. "Michael, Sweetheart, please," he groans softly. "I need you. I need you touching me and I definitely need you naked," he whispers, a soft pleading tone as he nips at Michael's bottom lip.

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Michael grabs at Alex's hair a little tighter, maybe more painful, but when Alex gets on top of the counter, Michael groans and rocks his hips fully forward, rutting up against Alex as desperately as he can. "Fuck, darlin'," he groans, when he hears Alex call him 'sweetheart' and look at him like that.

The kiss is definitely sweeter, and he softens as he eases back and unshucks his belt, his pants, and then go the boxer-briefs to get him fully naked, reaching into Alex's pants to start jerking him off, hoping the drugs aren't making him delayed.

"I was so scared," he confesses, barely more than a soft whine. "God, Alex, I was so worried you vanished, that they took you from me."

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That tug, the pull on his hair, it makes him groan, loving how it felt. Moaning as he held Michael close, using the leverage of the counter to rock against him.

Moaning as he watched Michael strip down, wriggling and writhing on the counter as he tries to get out of his jeans, letting them fall to the floor at Michael's feet.

"Fuck. God, Michael," he groans, the sound high and desperate as he drags his nails over Michael's back. "I'm so sorry," he whispers between kissing him, nuzzling at his cheek. "I didn't mean to scare you. I won't do it. Not again," he promises.

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Michael yanks and grabs at the jeans to get them off, sliding his palms over Alex's thighs as he steps back in, grabbing at his shoulder to start pressing kisses down his neck, down his arm, because there's been a request made and he so intends to help out with that.

"It's okay," he mumbles, a promise in his stubborn tone. "Next time, they'll call me." And then one of the next times, the ring in his jeans on the floor will be on Alex's finger, his name might even be attached to Alex's, and they'll have to call.

"You want my mouth or my cock, first?" Because if they need lube, then he needs to pause.