Mar. 15th, 2019 11:59 pmContinuation from TFLN - (for
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He doesn't reply because he's spotted Alex, and, yes, he's eager for whatever they end up doing, but he really is a tiny bit concerned Alex thinks he doesn't want people to know, like he's ashamed of it or something. He's a bit confused, still, because it's so new and nothing he had any inkling of he started noticing Alex, but he's not ashamed of it.
It's just...theirs. And in the Summer of Awful, he needs something good.
Still, his smile is bright with relief that Alex isn't really upset with him, as he pulls up next to him, and reaches across to open the passenger door.
"Wanna go for a ride?"
It's just...theirs. And in the Summer of Awful, he needs something good.
Still, his smile is bright with relief that Alex isn't really upset with him, as he pulls up next to him, and reaches across to open the passenger door.
"Wanna go for a ride?"
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And then he couldn't help but let his fingers roam for a minute to see if Michael was really as hard as he'd been claiming.
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Honestly, all he had to do was think about Alex and he got hard, but with all the talk of hand and blow jobs, his jeans were downright uncomfortable.
He broke the kiss reluctantly, giving Alex another grin. “Hi.”
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Except that Michael wasn't entirely straight and they had kissed later and now, except for Alex's bastard of a father, it was good. Things were good.
He flicked open the button to Michael's fly. Very good. "Now drive. I'm not risking Sheriff Valenti's wrath in town."
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He took a shaky breath and shifted the truck into drive. It was trickier, with his hand in its makeshift splint, but he’d been adapting. Pulling back onto the road, he gave Alex another grin.
“So, I probably shouldn’t speed, huh?” He’d at least given some thought where to go. “You ever been out to Foster Ranch?”
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"And just so you know, this isn't coming open until we're out of town." He really did want to see if he could do what he'd said he'd do without getting them both killed. He just also didn't want to get them arrested for public indecency. At least out in the desert they had the illusion of privacy.
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He chuckled. "That's probably a good idea. If I start swerving in town, that's sure to catch Valenti's attention." But the flicking motion was distracting in and of itself.
He had the windows rolled down, and rested his left arm on his, figuring that keeping his hand out of the way was a good plan. "The radio works, if you want to find something on it."
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He couldn't wait to get out of this place. Roswell was nice enough, but as long as his father was here, it would never feel like home.
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The fingers on his right hand drummed on the steering wheel a bit. "And, I don't think pressing charges would do much good. I mean, he's an upstanding member of the community, a member of the military. And I'm a vagrant kid, living in my truck, tossed out of foster and group homes for being 'difficult.' Aren't he and Sheriff Valenti friends? I learned a long time ago, I'm not the guy people believe about stuff like this. It only makes things worse."
True enough. None of his foster parents or the leaders of the group homes had ever gotten in trouble for what they did to Michael. And none of them were nearly as respected in the community as Alex's dad.
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"Well if he comes near you again, let me know."
He'd been frozen the day it happened, but he wouldn't freeze again.
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"I'm more worried about you. You have to live with him." And that worried Michael sick, wondeirng what Jesse Manes would do to his son. Alex had said it was bad, and Michael had seen him ready to go after Alex.
"Unless you wanna come share my truck," he said in a hurry to move on to something happier. "Though I can't recommend it for predictability or stability."
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"That mouth drives me to distraction." He undid the front of Michael's jeans, keeping an eye out every once in a while to make sure they weren't veering off in any direction.
"I've been thinking about it ever since the movie theater." He'd even told Maria about that kiss without naming names. Coming out wasn't a thing that should be done for someone else. And besides, at that point it had just been a kiss. An amazing, spectacular kiss, but just a kiss.
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But even that fantasy faded as Alex went on, with hands and words just as wickedly distracting. He shivered and tightened his hand on the steering wheel. He swallowed, cast Alex a sideways glance with a smile before focusing on the road--he didn't care so much about himself, but he wasn't gonna wreck and let Alex get hurt.
"I was thinking about yours since the night you brought me the guitar in the shed," he admitted quietly, a flush creeping into his cheeks. Which was what had led to the museum kiss. "Kicked myself all night that I chickened out." He'd been confused; still wasn't really sure what this fierce attraction to Alex meant, honestly. As far as he knew, you were gay, or you were straight. But he still found girls hot, but he was downright obsessed with everything about Alex. Maybe it was an alien thing. He was fine just going with it, whatever it was or meant.
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"Tell me," he said as he unzipped Michael's jeans and pulled his dick out. "Tell me what you thought about me doing." He'd been thinking about this ever since he'd teased it. About driving Michael to distraction when he could least afford it. He was going to get them both killed but, in an almost suicidal thought, better with Michael than however his father was going to manage it.
He stroked Michael slowly. He had plans to go down on Michael in a minute, but he wanted to hear what Michael's answer was first. He was living his fantasy right here and he wanted to hear Michael's.
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"Uh..." He swallowed, and his cock twitched in Alex's hand. "Um...at first I just thought about the kissing. That I shouldn't have pulled away. That I should've leaned in. And then I imagined what it would've been like, if I had. How it would've been different." He wriggled, a little self-conscious, and also far too turned on by the touching. "I thought about this--you touching me, me touching you, and I realized I liked the idea of it, a lot. That was...about as far as I got..." Because he'd come, hard, just thinking about that.
"I wanted to find you and pull you into some corner and kiss you at school so bad." And that had shaken him in its own way, because he wasn't one to get crushes.
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And now he wanted to know what Michael thought of after they'd had sex.
"Come on. What have you been jerking off to?"
He shifted a little in his own seat. He wasn't unaffected by what was going on, but he was a man on a mission.
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"What do you think? Everything..."
Replaying that afternoon over and over--at least until it went so wrong. That day was one of sharp contrasts--never having felt so good, never having felt so horrible. It was all highs and lows, and he tried so hard to hold on to the one and let go of the other. Thinking about Alex, about the Before of that day was all that had kept him remotely okay since.
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"C'mon, Michael. You give me what I want and I'll give you what you want."
And if it was something Alex wanted, oh well. Alex got it all, apparently.
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"I just want you," he blurted out, then flushed and not from the heat, because, wow. Way to be over-eager, Guerin.
Trying to cover that sentimental gaffe, he found the words for the physical. "I think about that afternoon. What you felt like, tasted like, sounded like. I imagine what it'd be like if we did it the other way, switched...what that feels like."
Although, honestly, he didn't often get that far. He was a teenage boy--it didn't take a whole lot to get him there, as his leaking dick was proving right now.
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"If you're going to do that," he said when he thought he could actually catch his breath, "maybe we should wait until we get where we're going."
Except he didn't really want to stop now that he'd started.
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"It's still a ways away..."
As in, he really didn't want to wait.
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He shifted position until he could properly bend over Michael and then carried through on his threat. Or was that his promise? He licked along the length of him and then started seeing exactly how much of Michael he could take in.
Dear god, let there be no potholes.
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It wasn't his first blow job or anything, but Alex's actually wanting to do it, the thrill of the situation, the way he wanted Alex in ways he'd never wanted anyone...his whole body shuddered as he gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the wheel and made sure he was going the speed limit. He wanted to wind his fingers in Alex's hair, but he didn't have a hand free that worked well enough to do that, so he had to content himself with those sounds of appreciation.
"Holy shit..."
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But what he lost in lack of experience, he made up for in enthusiasm and where his mouth couldn't go, his hand filled in the empty space.
He moaned softly. Michael just tasted so good, Alex thought he could do this forever.
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Turned out, enthusiasm counted for a lot.
The moan made him shiver again, and he echoed it. He was never gonna last at this pace, and he wasn't sure if that was embarrassing or a testament to how Alex drove him crazy and should be flattered. "Don't stop...please...Jesus..fuck..."
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He moaned again, since Michael had seemed to like that, and kneaded his hand along the inside of Michael's thigh.
This damn car ride needed to be over because Michael needed to know what he tasted like. Perfection.
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