"I don't want 'em," he says, shaking his head, tangling up his free hand in Alex's shirt so he can pull him just a little more towards Michael, his other hand busy starting to slide inside Alex's pants.
"Yeah?" He's checking again, because he doesn't want Alex to walk away.
"What if I want them?" he breathed into Guerin's ear. He the sling his arm around Guerin's shoulder to keep himself steady, sliding right up against Guerin. It felt nice. He badly wanted all of this. But what then? "You want me to leave?" he then questioned, a little but of unease making it into his tone. He didn't want to leave, not yet.
"I never want you to leave," he guarantees, because if there's one thing he knows, he knows that. He strokes his hand up and down Alex's back, giving him a fond look as he lets his gaze slip to Alex's lips.
"I'd follow you, though. This time," he admits. "I'd come after you."
"And I'm not walking away. Not again," he said and captured Michael's lips with his, kissing him passionately. He know what he wants and he wants to stay. Now and forever.
Michael's pretty sure he knocks over his half-empty bottle of beer in his haste to get Alex into his arms, carrying him and stumbling the few steps to the shitty bed in his Airstream, but this time, he's the one who goes down first, trying to coax Alex to climb on top of him.
"Come on," he begs. "Alex, come on, please, touch me."
Michael could look at Alex all day without his shirt, because it's a damn good sight. Maybe not as good as his ass, but still good. He lies back, letting Alex touch him and work at his neck, exhaling slowly. "You can definitely keep doing that," he praises.
"Oh? Just that?" he cheekily says as he runs a teasing hand down Guerin's chest. He slides it down his treasure trail towards the alien's crotch. With another smirk, he teasingly squeezes the expanding bulge in his pants. Then he quickly heads right up along Guerin's side to place his fingers across the nape of the lying man's nape.
"That and a lot more, but I didn't wanna sound greedy," Michael replies, turning his head so that he can bury his face in Alex's neck, kissing him slowly as he rocks his hips against Alex's hand, moaning with every little touch, all of them so tender and intimate.
"What about you?" he mumbles near Alex's ear. "What do you want?"
"What I want?" he muses as he sucks down on Michael's neck, hard enough to leave a mark. "I want to fuck you, that's what I want," he then said with a mischievous look on his face.
That's pretty lucky, then, that Michael wants exactly the same thing. Groaning, he works rapidly to unbutton his jeans and starts shoving his pants off, reaching for Alex's hand to cover with his own, stroking his cock a few times, if only to give himself some relief.
"You want me on my stomach?" he asks breathlessly.
Michael grins at the suggestion. "Fuck yeah," he agrees, not needing much convincing at all. He strains back to reach for the lube, getting some on his fingers and wiggling them. "Hopefully you don't mind if I prepare myself?"
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Date: 2019-07-03 07:43 pm (UTC)"Yeah?" He's checking again, because he doesn't want Alex to walk away.
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Date: 2019-07-03 08:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-04 11:17 pm (UTC)"I'd follow you, though. This time," he admits. "I'd come after you."
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Date: 2019-07-05 04:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-05 06:43 pm (UTC)"Come on," he begs. "Alex, come on, please, touch me."
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Date: 2019-07-05 08:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-06 01:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-13 06:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-14 03:59 pm (UTC)"What about you?" he mumbles near Alex's ear. "What do you want?"
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Date: 2019-07-19 10:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-20 12:36 am (UTC)"You want me on my stomach?" he asks breathlessly.
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Date: 2019-07-21 09:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2019-07-21 04:18 pm (UTC)