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[littleorphanalien]

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[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.

[littleorphanalien]

This is just how he normally drives, which probably isn't a great thing to say too loudly, because then he'll get a lecture, but hey, it's the kind of speed that gets them there faster.

"I got you," he guarantees, because if his hands and feet fail, his powers will kick in. Still, he reduces his speed just a little, all because Alex had requested it, because Michael is nothing if not whipped for him.

[halfaleg]

Speed is all fine if the road is straight and empty. But he doesn't fancy running into Deputy Msx with his growing boner. That wouldn't be particularly fun. He does calm down slightly as Michael lowers the speed though.

"Thank you," he replied with a relieved sigh. He is still a little nervous but for other reasons. They really pushed the bounds earlier. It's ironic how he survived three rounds to Iraq but his fellow Americans strike such fear into him.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael wishes he weren't so trained to want to please Alex that when he hears him thanking him like that, every part of his brain perks up like a dog who's been given a treat, eager to accept. "Yeah, yeah," he waves it off, trying to ignore his pink cheeks.

It's still not long before they hit the junkyard and Michael's trying hard not to jump out and run. He controls himself, barely, and waits for Alex to exit, to see if he needs help.

[halfaleg]

As they arrive Alex just sit there in silence looking out and around the car. His body is stiff as stress starts building up inside. For a brief moment the risk stares him into the face. It's more than just being found out. It's his job, his pension. He doesn't want a Chapter 15 dishonorable discharge. He then takes a deep breath, getting his breathing under control. His heart slows down as he opens the door and puts down both his feet. He holds on to the car as he shifts his weigh over to his functional leg, pulling himself out of the car as on routine. Stabilizing himself against the car he glances over at Guerin, his frame tense as in awaiting of some Iraqi terrorist would come around the corner with a bomb taped to his chest. "Guerin, can you hand me my crutch please?"

[littleorphanalien]

"What, I'm not crutch enough for you?" he quips, but he's already moving to grab the crutch, sliding it under Alex's armpit, a worried look in his eyes.

He hates that Alex is hurting, hates that he's got to deal with this shit because of what happened with them. It'll never make him look differently at the man, but he still hates how he's hurt. "Are you okay?" he asks, softly.

[halfaleg]

The quip made his eyes light up as he sent a smile Guerin's way. Keeping himself stern around Guerin wasn't easy. Never had. "That would imply you're hindering me in some way. Which you clearly aren't. You're my support, not crutch," he said with a grateful smile as he grabbed the offered crutch. Leaning to his side he supported himself so that he could walk easier. He probably could walk around without the crutch but it was comforting in a way." I'm fine Guerin. Nervous maybe, but fine."

[littleorphanalien]

Michael still doesn't know what, exactly to do. He wants to help, but he doesn't? Because he doesn't want to imply that Alex is helpless when he knows he's the furthest thing from it.

"I mean, you don't have to be nervous." If Michael knows anything, he knows that. "I already know that there's nothing that you could do that would disappoint me." And that, he knows, is the truth.

[halfaleg]

"I'm not nervous for that reason," he said with a shake of his head. He's calm. But he's still tense and on guard. It's instincts kicking in. He'll be fine once they're in the Airstream and out of the open.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael frowns, because he's not entirely sure what reason he could have for being nervous, but he still opens the door to the trailer and nods inside for Alex to follow, wanting to have this conversation in private, if they can.

"Come on," is all he says, stripping off his shirt once he's in there, to change into something cleaner.

[halfaleg]

And Alex isn't going to tell him. He does however visibly relaxes as they enters the trailer and away from any prying eyes. Before Michael manages to put on a shirt though, Alex embraces him from behind, wanting to feel Guerin's skin against his own. He kisses the nape of Micahel's neck before moving to rest his head against the others shoulder. He just wanna hold him close for a bit to calm his nerves, his fingers moving down the naked torso.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael can't help his grin, sincere as he leans back into the warmth of Alex's body at his back. He tucks his chin into his shoulder, only able to see a little of Alex's face from here, but loving it. "Hey," he murmurs, voice low. "Is this why you wanted to come take a ride with me? Just to curl up like this?"

"We could've done this in the car."

[halfaleg]

"Shut up," he snicked and pulled Guerin closer to him. "It's not a bad thing to want you for myself for a little bit. Drinking. Cuddling. Fucking. Whatever comes to mind. I've ten years of catch-up to do," he said as he circled his hands over Guerin's stomach.

[littleorphanalien]

Michael isn't going to argue that, grinning even as Alex pulls him in, telling him to shut up. He turns a little and lets his eyes slip over Alex, his heart pounding as he thinks about how badly he wants those things. "Which of those three you plan to start with?"

He traces his thumb over Alex's lip, his breath catching as he exhales, needing him so badly.