Continuation from TFLN - (for thenewnormal)

[neverlooksaway]

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?"

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[thenewnormal]

God, it was too much and there were a few times when Alex almost had to pull away, but he wanted this as much for himself as for Michael. He wanted Michael to feel good. He wanted to taste Michael's come in his mouth. He just wanted Michael full stop. So if things were a little awkward or a little uncomfortable, he endured. It was like any skill; the more he did this, the better he'd get. And he planned on doing this a lot.

He was expecting it, waiting on the moment when Michael would finally come, but it came as a surprise, too. Alex took everything he could eagerly, waiting until Michael's hips stopped moving to push back up, deliberately wiping at his mouth with his thumb and then sucking at the thumb.

When he leaned in towards Michael, he was looking more than a little smug.

"So, you want a taste? I'm not sure I can get enough."

[neverlooksaway]

It hit Michael as a surprise, too, rushing through him and elicting a few curses and a cry of Alex's name. He was breathing hard afterward, but Alex's smile and the way he sucked up every drop had Michael thinking about the next time already.

Alex's comment just took that thinking and ratcheted it up another notch.

He laughed, breathless and delighted, and he maybe hadn't ever thought about wanting to taste himself, but with Alex's smile, he found it way hotter than he'd ever imagined.

He wound his fingers back in Alex's hair, tugging him back in for a deep kiss, tongue teasing and tasting himself and Alex underneath.

"Feel free to do that anytime." He pulled back a little and glanced around. "Let's get farther off the road. Maybe I can return the favor..." He hadn't done it before, but the idea played over in his head in good ways. "Or if there's something else you'd like to do..."

Like fucking Michael--he'd been serious about wondering about that, too.

[thenewnormal]

"Everything," Alex said, leaning back in his seat so Michael could start the car again. There was a hesitation in his voice, though, and it wasn't because he didn't want Michael. The bulge in his jeans gave proof to just how much he wanted Michael. He just couldn't help but be a little bitter about the circumstances.

They should have time to get to know each other. Dates, sure, he wanted to sneak a makeout session in the back of a movie theater with him. But they both deserved better than some quickie in the back of Michael's truck.

He grimaced and finally decided to say it. "Your first time shouldn't be in the back of your truck." But there was no way in hell it could be at Alex's. Not unless his dad had to head out of state for a few days, and Alex was pretty sure that after what he'd walked in on, he wasn't leaving Alex in the house alone any time soon.

[neverlooksaway]

Michael's gaze had falled to that bulge that was more than a little enticing, though the hesitation gave him pause, made him frown. When Alex finally went on, though, he chuckled slightly.

"I live in the back of my truck, Alex. I mean, we could try and find a cheap motel somewhere or whatever, but...I like the idea of having memories of you here and back there." He tilted his head toward the truck bed. "The memories will have a place-tie that can't be taken away."

Everytime he laid down in his sleeping bag alone, he'd be able to think of Alex there, against him, around him, inside him, whatever, and it not just be fantasy, but memory. For a while, at least, he'd even be able to smell Alex back there, have a way to hold him close on all those nights Michael spent alone.

[thenewnormal]

"I didn't say I'd never get you back there, Guerin," Alex muttered, cheeks turning a little pink. Yes, he could suck Michael off in full view in his truck, but this made him embarrassed. Who'd have figured?

"Just...the first time should be slow. And special." He got a little redder. "I want to take my time with you."

It was so much easier talking about this when he had the distance of text messages. Or when he was actually doing something. Instead of Michael just sitting there giving him those puppy-dog eyes that were so hard to resist.

[neverlooksaway]

The blush was adorable, and since Michael's cheeks were a little pink, too, also reassuring. Especially since, truth be told, he was nervous about the idea of it. Interested, and definitely wanting to do it, but...nervous. He didn't even have a real frame of reference, but he wanted Alex in every way possible, and the idea of Alex being in him made him feel like he might hyperventilate.

He pulled the truck over again, now far from the road, and not so far from the old mine where their pods were. Technically, they were on the ranch, but far from where the working sections were--no one should bother them here. "I think we can...take our time here, but...we can do anything else you want, too."

[thenewnormal]

Anything you want. The idea was heady and Alex had to get out of the truck without answering. If he answered, he was just going to crawl on top of Michael right then and there and kiss him senseless. He wanted at least some kind of space so that he could touch everything he wanted to touch.

"Come make out with me," he called over his shoulder and headed to the back of the truck.

He was hard enough that whatever they did wasn't going to last long, but it didn't matter. Michael, touching him, thinking about him, sucking him, that had made him hard, so it didn't need to be drawn out.

[neverlooksaway]

Michael got out of the truck cab as quickly as he could using just his right hand, and moved around to the back of the truck with a grin. He managed the release for the back, and clambered in a little awkwardly--this was gonna be a bit tricky with his hand, and he wished he could use his power to make it easier, like he did when he was alone, but the effort was worth it.

More than, as he curled his right hand in Alex's shirt and pulled him close, kissing him deeply with a happp groan to have him pressed properly close, finally.

[thenewnormal]

Alex moaned softly when he ended up getting pulled up against Michael. "Careful," he muttered, nipping at Michael's lips. "Sensitive equipment here." He took Michael's good hand and pressed it up against his jeans just to prove how sensitive it was. And then he couldn't help but press against Michael's hand.

He could have taken advantage more, but he went back to kissing Michael now that his point was made.

[neverlooksaway]

Michael got the point, and hummed into the kiss, pleased. His hand stayed where Alex had put it, rubbing over him slowly. His fingers fumbled at the button on Alex's jeans, had a tough time with it, might've subtly used his power to get it undone.

When he managed to get past fabric and wrap his hand around Alex's dick, he moaned into the kiss. It was still a little strange, holding a dick not his, but strange in a very good way. It was Alex himself that drew Michael, but he liked touching him, learning him; enjoyed the taste of him and the way he fit against Michael's body. It wasn't something he spent much time looking at too closely, after he'd decided to just seize the moment, but it was a wonderous discovery that still delighted him.

It took him a second to get his hand adjusted right, and then make sure they weren't gonna tumble onto his broken one, but once he'd settled into it, he started stroking, slowly, letting his fingers run over Alex's skin, feeling him, and paying close attention to the reactions he managed to get from doing so.

[thenewnormal]

Theoretically, this shouldn't have been any different from jerking off on his own at home. The same mechanics were involved with the only difference being that Michael was kissing him. And really there was an unfamiliarity that came along with it that should have meant it would have been even more awkward.

And yet. And yet this was Michael's hand on him and just that simple fact excited Alex. And yet he was clearly what Alex liked and when he had to thrust to get that little bit more. And yet he was clearly eager in the same way that Alex had been eager to taste him.

"God, I've always loved your..."

Alex froze briefly, his face going pale as he looked at the hand that Michael wasn't touching him with. He'd always loved Michael's hands. He'd watched them play over the guitar he'd given to Michael and had wondered what they would be like on his body.

Shit.

[neverlooksaway]

Michael was pretty sure he was doing this wrong, just because of the awkwardness of the angle, but Alex's dick was hard and hot and heavy in his hand, and Alex was kissing him. When Alex thrust a little more, Michael's hand tightened some to give him more friction.

He was so lost in enjoying the touching, the scent of Alex's pre-cum and feel of him in his hand, that the words didn't register until Alex froze. He pulled back a little with a curious sound, until he followed Alex's gaze to his broken hand.

A pang went through him at that, a flare of hurt for what he'd potentially lost. But maybe not? Maybe it'd heal fine, and he'd work at it, and it wouldn't matter. It did still hurt like a bitch, though, pretty steadily, so he didn't want to talk about it.

"Well, then...you should see what my mouth can do..."

That would be different enough to distract him, though it was awkward to shift position with his hand and he had to pull his right one away from Alex to manage to wriggle down enough. He was, admittedly, a little intimidated after making that boast, but he'd figure it out, right? He knew what he liked, at least, in the few he'd had. Ducking his head, he licked a curious swipe up Alex's dick and around the head, tasting him and finding it far more pleasant than he'd expected.

[thenewnormal]

Alex wanted to curse himself for his moment of distraction, but the wound was still so raw and he still blamed himself. He could have excused it as being a good samaritan if his father had found Michael just staying there, but the unforgiveable sin had been actually sleeping with him.

He let out a soft sigh when Michael switched position and started using his mouth instead. Even if, for all the world, he couldn't actually regret that part.

He kept his hands on his thighs and his thighs still in an effort to make this as easy as possible for Michael. His encouragement came out in soft moans that got louder whenever Michael did something very right. It wasn't perfect by any means, but Michael always had been a good student when he put his mind to it and apparently he wanted to learn Alex.

"It's a very...mm...pretty mouth."

[neverlooksaway]

Michael had been just as keen on the sleeping with Alex part, too, and there was no way he was letting Alex's dad come at Alex with that hammer. It was Jesse Manes who was to blame, not Alex, and Michael hadn't ever thought any differently, even when the pain was almost too much.

He paid attention as he worked his mouth over Alex, and, remembering what Alex had done, curled his hand around the base of his cock, stroking slowly. When Alex moaned louder, Michael remembered and definitely did it again. He couldn't take him in very deep, but he was enthusiastic about what he could do. Licking and sucking, and then he experimented with different ways he could tease with his tongue--it occurred to him that at least some of what he'd learned to do with girls could apply here, at least where flexibility and strength came in.

He hummed his appreciation of the compliment, peeking up at Alex from underneath his lashes.

[thenewnormal]

Alex's hips jerked a little when Michael hummed. He knew Michael hadn't meant it like that, but...his eagerness was more than a turn on. Alex was the first guy that Michael had been with and while he might have been a bit shy talking about it - which was absolutely adorable considering he didn't think he'd ever seen Michael be shy - he was jumping in feet first about the rest of it.

"I'm almost...I mean, if you're not sure if you want to try it, you can come up and kiss me and your hand can finish the rest."

And he wasn't sure that had made any sense to him let alone Michael.

[neverlooksaway]

Michael understood what he meant, and his stomach twisted a little nervously, even as he felt a little thrill. The jerk of Alex's hips, him being close--those were thrilling moments of accomplishment. He did this; Alex wanted him, and Michael was doing something new well enough that he was getting Alex there--maybe not perfect, he knew that, felt his own inexperience, but he was learning.

And part of that was knowing what all of it was.

He hummed again, this time very deliberately, and took Alex just a little deeper, tongue wrapping around him as he slid back up, then down, increasing his pace and the tightness of his hand, urging Alex on.

[thenewnormal]

Alex's eyes went a bit wide when he realized that Michael wasn't only giving him permission, he was actively encouraging Alex to finish. And then there was more, more heat, more pressure, more Michael and Alex forgot about asking permission or warning Michael and was instead lost in the sensations.

And then something in Alex splintered as his release poured into Michael's mouth. To be wanted like that was something Alex had never had before. He slumped back against the truck when he was done and ran a hand over his face.

The shattered pieces started to fit themselves back together, leaving a Michael-shaped spot open to be filled.

[neverlooksaway]

Michael was prepared in the vaguest sense, in that Alex had warned him, and, given he had some experience orgasming, he recognized the signs as Alex got even closer. However, there wasn't really a way to prepare for the hot rush in his mouth, or the force of it hitting his throat. He took what he could, then pulled back, swallowing what he could and wiping his mouth.

Only then could he actually process the taste of Alex on his tongue, saltier than he expected, a little odd, but not unpleasant in taste. He'd have to get better at anticipating how it could hit the throat, make sure he could keep from coughing.

He wriggled back up to sort of sitting, a smile on his lips, feeling pretty pleased with himself for making Alex feel good, for making Alex enjoy something in a world that hadn't given the two of them a whole lot to enjoy. But together? Together they seemed to be good. Really good.

[thenewnormal]

Alex put himself away and zipped up again, but his eyes kept going back to Michael. He had an almost smug look on his face, probably similar to the look that Alex'd had back in the front of the truck. He pushed himself up and kissed Michael, taking care not to unbalance him. The last thing he wanted to do was make his hand worse by accidentally pushing him over and making Michael use his bad hand to break his fall.

He just needed to taste, first himself and, underneath that, Michael himself.

"So, something you might want to practice?"

[neverlooksaway]

Michael kissed him back, trying to figure out how to settle comfortably, able to be close to Alex and touch him and not bang his hand on anything or put any pressure on it or whatever else would make this less fun.

He gave Alex a grin when he eased back. "Any time you want..."

After all, practice made perfect, and Michael was something of a perfectionist.

[thenewnormal]

Alex noticed Michael's flailing and shifted so he could be the one with his back against the bed of the truck and Alex could slide in next to him. He slid his hand under Michael's shirt and contented himself with just touching. He'd slaked the worst of his hunger and now he was content to just bask in actually spending a little time with Michael.

"Good to know." He returned the grin.

"So how did you find this place anyway?"

[neverlooksaway]

Settled more comfortably, Michael curled into Alex a bit more, fingers of his right hand playing with Alex's hair. He cursed the injured hand that kept him from touching more at once. But they were close and touching, and that made him happier than it should.

He shrugged a little at the question, mostly because it was the one thing he wanted to tell Alex most, but couldn't, but...he could tell him some of it, right?

"How do you work in the alien museum and not know this?" he asked with a teasing chuckle. "This is where the crash happened."

Which, to be honest, was kind of depressing, objectively, but it had always felt...right, safe, to Michael.

[thenewnormal]

Alex tapped one painted nail against Michael's chest. "I asked how you found it. Besides, it's not as if the museum hands out a map to this place, otherwise there'd be tourists crawling through the desert looking for the kind of souvenirs they can't find in the gift shop."

He blinked his eyes a little more slowly than usual. It wasn't that he was tired, but the slid of Michael's fingers through his hair was restful. All he'd need to do was close his eyes and he'd be able to have a catnap. Except they were talking.

"Unless I'm missing the plaque that says 'aliens landed here', this just looks like another part of the desert."

[neverlooksaway]

Michael gave a sheepish smile, and a shrug, still playing with Alex's hair. "Well, Foster Ranch's still here--there's the sign for it. I got to know the owner a little bit, helped him out with some stuff, and he pointed me in the right direction."

All true, though some part of him had just known the first time he came out here. But he'd confirmed it, when he was old enough to ask, not just be some punk kid running away to the desert.

"I like coming out here and looking at the stars."

[thenewnormal]

"It is quiet out here. Peaceful." That's what the tool shed had been for Alex. An oasis away from the storm of his father. He'd always felt safe there. And now that safety was shattered. It wasn't Michael's fault. Alex should have known that his father would know when Alex found the least bit of happiness and would find a way to ruin it.

He was half tempted to look over his shoulder, just in case.

"Got any favorites?"