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[littleorphanalien]

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[halfaleg]

"I've three brothers. You sure you wanna continue down that line of reasoning?" He deadpans. That's a lot of cock, even for Michael. But as far as he knows Michael might just love it. He the scuffles closer, leaning against his crutch. His prosthetic took a hit and his uncomfortably chaffing his stump. He takes Michael in, wondering just what happens in that extra-terrestrial brain of his.

"If you need that many oil changes, you have a problem," he then continues, voice still dry. "If you don't mind, I might join you for it. I'm off duty anyway." Jesse Manes could take his own good damn pictures.

[littleorphanalien]

"I don't know, some of them weren't so bad from what I remember," Michael quips, even if he's not being serious. There's only one Manes that he actually cares about. He presses his tongue to his lower lip and runs it over it as he looks at Alex intently. "Gotta appreciate this town's need for a tune-up, it keeps me in business."

As if that's the only thing his talents are good for, these days.

He considers Alex another moment and nods, gesturing towards the bar with his head. "You sure you don't need to keep snapping photos? Who are you running to with these boring things, anyway? Or are they for personal consumption?"

[halfaleg]

"That's questionable," he chipped right back. The idea of Michael fancy one of his brothers gave him a little twing of jealousness. He wet his lips ss he locked eyes with Michael, his body stiff and on guard.

"That's classified," he resorted. Standard answer. Easy way of not having to explain things. "Besides I know how your nights usually ends." Lots of alcohol. Then picking up a girl or two to head to someone's bed. It's not needed and it would just hurt him. He doesn't get paid for that overtime.

[littleorphanalien]

"Yeah, maybe," is Michael's smooth reply, his lips curved up with amusement. "But, you know, I get this feeling that maybe I just like thinking about you and how much more attractive you are than your brothers."

He starts heading towards the Pony, letting his gaze slide over him. "That your offer to change the way my night ends today? Or just commenting on the usual sad state of affairs?"

[halfaleg]

The response left him off balance and it took a bit to re-center himself. Damn it Guerin, why'd he always make his heart flutter like a shy virgin. "Well you're biased" - was the only thing he could think of saying to that.

"Just commenting on the usual state of affairs", he said with a shrug. He highly doubted that tonight would be different from any other one. "But who knows, maybe you'll behave for me," he commented sarcastically. The more likely scenarion would be him watching Michael leave with one, two maybe three girls.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael doesn't think he's biased at all, he just thinks he has eyes, but the dreamy smile on his face probably isn't helping his case at all. "Yeah, well, he quips. "I could put a survey out there, prove that it's not just me."

He raises a brow, snorting as Alex talks about behaving. Leaning in so that his cheek is almost touching Alex's, he murmurs, "I could do all sorts of behaving if you gave me the right incentive."

[halfaleg]

"Let's not survey which Manes brother is the most handsome," he says and holds up his hands. He doesn't need the headache of competing against his brothers in yet another field. Makes for awkward family dinners.

As Michael then leans so close, he feel a rush through his body, his cheeks taking a slighter redder tone." And what would that be? " he answers with a hasted breath. The tone is making his body ache like nothing else. Damnn it Guerin, let him have the lead.

[littleorphanalien]

"Really? Because I have opinions," Michael replies, when Alex walks right into that one. "I might even have some photographic proof about which one has the best ass." It's Alex, by a mile, there's really no competition. He grins when Alex blushes, the way he sounds.

"I mean, you're a smart boy," he murmurs. "I'm sure you could figure out a way to prevent me from getting in a bar brawl, or...I don't know, going home with anyone. If I were busy with something else, that couldn't happen, could it?"

[halfaleg]

"Photographic proof? Please tell me that you haven't snatched pictures of my brother's backsides." He says with a painful expression. He didn't like the idea that Guerin was keeping pictures of his presumably straight brothers in compromising situations.

"Bar brawls sure, I can step in there," he replies to Guerin's suggestive idea. "But stopping you from going home with some pretty lady? Can't exactly compete with that," he muses. Sure he got what Guerin was going for. But who knew, the night could go bad. They could argue. Guerin could decide he wanted something better. Anything could happen.

[littleorphanalien]

"Not theirs," he quips, because between high school and Alex returning, he definitely has a few pictures that he keeps to keep him warm at night, when the imagination isn't doing the trick.

Michael snorts and steps back to give Alex a look that says he's definitely smarter than that. "Really? You don't think that you can compete, even though you're the best sex I've had in my life?" he adds, not really pitching his voice lower, because he's not embarrassed to admit it out loud.

[halfaleg]

"Oh," he feels a slight flush coming on as he smiles and looks away. Of course that was what Guerin meant. He didn't understand why he even thought it would be something different.

His flush turned into embarrassment as Guerin loudly exclaimed Alex was the best sex he had ever had. It was nice to hear. A really good compliment. It made him blush. But this wasn't the best place to express it. Alex found himself nervously checking if someone overheard. "Guerin," he then said with a hushed but needy tone. It was a struggle to find the words. He wanted to express how it hurt to see him with women. He wanted to say that Guerin was the best he had had too. But it all mumbled together in his head. He didn't know how to express it without making Guerin go out in a fit of rage.

[littleorphanalien]

"Yeah, Alex?" He's not easing back, because he doesn't want to. He's not the one who's all about walking away, not wanting to do this, and he raises his eyebrows expectantly. "I'm gonna get that drink," he says, deciding to give him the slightest break.

He's not cruel, after all.

"Like I said. You can come with me, give me new ideas for how I ought to spend my night," he says with a slow smirk.

[halfaleg]

Stiffing his back and clenching his jaw, Alex follows in Michael's steps. Only to sneak right up to him, to whisper into his ears with a husky tone. "I swear Guerin, once you're done drinking I'm going to take you home and ride you until you see stars, cowboy." He then leans in, kissing Michael's neck, sucking hard enough to leave a big red mark. People can stare if they want, he doesn't care. Guerin had him riled up too much for him to back down now.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael's breath hitches as he exhales, the way it always does around Alex. Fuck, but that's something that he could hear every day for the rest of his life and be okay with that. "Yeah, yeah, I bet you could," he agrees, breathlessly, and so damn happy to imagine that exact thing.

He tilts his neck to give Alex every bit of space he needs to mark him up, letting out a very telling and desperate moan when Alex's mouth and teeth are on him. "Shit," he hisses. "I have booze at my place. We could drink there?"

[halfaleg]

He finishes marking, feeling proud of the angry red he left behind. He listens to Guerin, his heart suddenly beating stronger. Yes, he'd rather go to Guerin's place. It's not even about the booze. He feels exposed here. The risk of running into someone that wants them bad being quite high. He keeps his emotions in-control as he moves back up to Guerin's ear.

"You think you can hold it together long enough to get the booze? When it's just me, you and the bed?" he breaths warmly into Guerin's ear. As to make a point, he lets his hand slide down across Guerin's torso, stopping shy of his bulging groin.

[littleorphanalien]

"I think if you promised to reward me for my patience, I could try," he says, hissing when Alex gets his hand there, trying to rock into it, even if that's the kind of bad idea that gets him eventually arrested for public indecency.

And by Max, probably.

"C'mon, my truck's around the corner. Let's go for a ride."

[halfaleg]

As Michael tries to rock into his hand, Alex quickly move away to safer territory. He isn't looking to add public indecency to his record or see Max. Besides down here, it doesn't take much for people to claim that. Only qualification is that you're gay. In other words, just kissing Michael is a risk but he doesn't want to stop ever again.

"Let's go to your truck. Just try to keep your eyes on the road. Then we can see what sort of incentive I can give you," he whispers back in a husky tone. He'd much rather be with Michael and drinking than at the Pony where people would judge them.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael gives a slight little angry hiss of a noise when he can't get any friction because Alex backs away, but his sulking only lasts so long, seeing as Alex is ready to go back to the truck. "I'll keep my eyes on the road if you manage not to distract me," he says.

Though, it may or may not be a fantasy of his to get distracted in the best ways possible. Not that he wants to crash, though, or get pulled over. "C'mon," he encourages, biting his lip. "Let's go get that drink."

[halfaleg]

"Let's try not to crash on the way over," he says before following Guerin to the truck. He knows how it probably looks. He's pretty sure someone is throwing a dirty look after them. But it's none of their business and he can't keep letting people put him down.

[littleorphanalien]

"You really think I'd ever let anything happen to you?" Michael counters, turning to grab Alex towards him as soon as he's close enough, tugging him in for a messy, open-mouthed kiss that has very little skill to it and a lot of desperate need and passion, seeing as that's the kind of thing Alex pulls out of him.

At least he's waited until nobody's looking, though he probably could have waited a little longer.

[halfaleg]

"Mfhm," is all Alex manages to say as Michael pulls him close. It's sloppy. But hot. He pushes his tongue into Michae's mouth and lock that kiss in place as he explores the other man's cave. God, this is what he want. Sloppy, hot make-outs. Gentle kisses. Anything to get his heart beat in joy.

[littleorphanalien]

The only problem with making out like this in public is that sooner or later someone's going to stumble on them, and while Michael doesn't care, Alex might if he gets locked up for brawling. So he eases back, reluctantly, giving Alex a seeking look.

"My place," he reminds him, opening the door for him and groping Alex's ass as he helps him in.

[halfaleg]

Alex was more concerned that they'd be found, outed and assaulted. Roswell wasn't a tolerant town. For now though he blocked that all out while he still had the courage. But a breath of air was appreciate. He nodded back at Michael and jumped in, making a soft noise as Michael grabbed his behind.

"That's fine by me."

[littleorphanalien]

Let them come.

Still, Michael is sensitive enough for Alex's sake, which is why he rounds the other side of the truck and hops in, grinning as he fires up the engine, and definitely speeding faster than he should as he heads towards the Airstream. "Hope you don't mind beer, because that's pretty much all I've got these days."

As if they're going to get through that drink.

[halfaleg]

"Hey now not so fast," he managed to exclaim as he felt the truck speed up. He got that Michael was desperate. He was too. He really wanted to get back to the Airstrem and fuck like it was nobody's business. But for that they needed to arrive alive and preferably intact.