Follow Through (for thenewnormal)

[neverlooksaway]

[Continued from TFLN]

Michael wasn't sure what he was doing, driving out to the Valenti cabin because Alex asked him to. It didn't make sense, but, then, nothing had since he'd gotten the misfired text. He thumbed back through the texts to look at them again. hot guy...huge crush... He found himself going back to the "huge crush," piece in his head while he drove. Then? Now? Still? Why was Alex planning to seduce him? What had he learned? Was Michael just setting himself up for more heartbreak?

Probably. Alex did this, though, pulled him right back in, made him believe, and then walked away. So, why, again was he backtracking when he missed the turn, taking the right one, rather than heading back to Roswell?

Because he was stupid for Alex Manes, and probably a little bit masochistic.

It took longer than it should have, with the backtracking, but he finally saw the lights of the cabin and turned off into the drive, pulling up to the cabin and cutting the engine off. He could still turn around, go back, but he knew he wouldn't. He was too curious about what Alex wanted here of all places, too keen to know what it was he was talking about, and too desperate to see just how and why he was planning to seduce him.

Still, he kept thinking about turning around even as he found himself at the door, knocking lightly.

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[thenewnormal]

Alex swatted Michael's ass. Not hard, not even enough to sting a little. Just enough to get his attention. Just enough that he could excuse the fact that he was now groping Michael's ass. As if he needed an excuse. "If you want me to keep biting it. It is very biteable."

He followed that statement up by sliding his hand up to Michael's waist and pressing up against him until he could nip at Michael's shoulder blade.

He snagged the lube from Michael and then nuzzled against his neck. There was so much between them that sometimes it literally hurt to be apart from him. To know that Michael was free to do whatever he wanted with whomever he wanted to do it with.

He nipped at Michael's neck and then bit down harder.

[neverlooksaway]

The swat made him laugh a little, though Alex's groping got something more like a twitch in his cock, a reminder of the need under the playfulness. Before he could respond about the biting, Alex was moved up behind him, pressing close, and Michael's breath stuttered in his chest.

This was where he wanted to be, always, next to Alex, pressed so close it wasn't clear where one of them ended and the other began. That was the only time this whole planet made sense to him, the only time it felt like somewhere he wasn't stranded, but somewhere he could call home.

He didn't know how to say all that, though, and then Alex's teeth pressed against his skin, and he didn't want to say anything else. Instead, he moaned, hips pressing back against Alex's urgently, not caring whether he was ready or not, but just wanting more connection to Alex.

[thenewnormal]

It didn't take long for Alex to slick his fingers and slide the first into Michael. It wasn't like it had been that long since the last time they'd been together, but he didn't want this to be rushed. He didn't want this to feel like this was just sex.

Maybe a part of it was remembering Michael's comment about how he'd stayed. He didn't want to feel like that the next morning. He didn't want Michael to think that he had to leave.

Or maybe he didn't want to find out for sure that Michael was braver than he was.

He leaned in to kiss Michael's shoulder when he slid his second finger in.

[neverlooksaway]

Michael groaned as Alex slid first one, then the second, finger into him. He pushed back against the intrusion, easing their way deeper in him. He shivered at the sensation, having to remind himself to breathe as his eyes fell closed.

It still wasn't enough--he wanted all of Alex, everything that the other would give him, everything that he could take. He'd meant what he said, and he wanted to feel it not just now, but later, tas if somehow that would make the moment more real, would ensure that it lasted.

"More...please..."