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lambourngb · 2 years

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Definitely want to hear about/a snippet of It's a Love Story, Just Say Yes!!!

I don't know if I have shared this before, but this is the next chapter of my AU

Michael awoke smiling under the soft light of above and that was new for him.

The diurnal cycle in the palace biodome on Oasis consisted of delicate ceiling panel crystals, shot through with iridescent coral and ochres, and were governed to glow brighter in sync with the dominant system star of Aizza, as it reached full ascension over the dome’s surface. Michael had trained his body to awaken with the faintest glow from above, in the off-chance he was too fatigued from his activities in a strange bedchamber to leave when the act and the agreement were completed.

Far better for Michael to slip back into the Royal wing of the biodome while most of its occupants slept, than to chance crossing paths with his father, the Dictator of Oasis, on his return. It was difficult for Michael to face his father, after a post late-night negotiation. Jones would often look upon him with disgust and pride; disgust that his son had bargained with his body, with casual sex being a lowly act to engage in for a race of telepaths, but the pride that cushioned that blow, that Michael was willing to do it, for Oasis and to secure their continued dominance in the system. Seeing that mix of love and hate on his father's face, before Michael had the chance to use the water reclamators to wash up, it was just too much for him.

More than that, he wanted to avoid the smugness that followed from his father. Walking evidence that everyone believed in his rule, even his Heir was willing to sacrifice everything to uphold the Dictator’s grip of power over Oasis.

Michael held two closely guarded secrets in his head at all times. They slept under layers of intricate mental shields designed to stymie even the most stubborn telepath, two unspoken truths that curled around the haze of drugs he ingested to confuse the security thought screeners and any Oasian he entertained in his bed to secure support from. The first secret was that his apparent sacrifice of dignity and his loyalty to the Dictator’s requests was not to uphold his father’s power, but to undermine it.

One day the Resistance would rise up. One day, his mother would come with Max, the perfect clone of the Dictator. One day ,this nightmare of famine and fear would end for Oasis. On that day, the Alighting would herald in a perfect body-swap of a tyrant like Jones for a benevolent ruler like Max, with Nora’s wise hand securely steering the way. Each trade agreement was minted with the stamp of the Dictator’s hand but was fully negotiated by Michael, and would then fall to Max, for his benefit, once his father was gone. Dead.

That was still many turns around Aizza away from happening. His second secret was what kept him going in the meantime.

Today, he dared. In the privacy of his bedroom, with the psy-null shielding threaded throughout the walls to muffle his thoughts from others, he dared to drink in this feeling of anticipation, knowing that all of the deals had been made for his father and the demands on his time were his own for once. Freedom, for a day at least. His lips formed around a name, he had the urge to say it out loud the way humans did. His second most highly guarded secret.

Alex. Alex.

Maybe it was probably too early to feel like this, but when Michael awoke with the brightening atmospheric crystals, and a smile, the lick of happy excitement on his face, he clutched that second secret close. He was far more used to waking up with worry, with fear, and occasionally with outright confusion; if he had imbibed too much the night before. There were times that in order to make it through his assignation with some visiting delegation without wanting to claw his skin off, he had been forced to mix Chaos with ketone syrup, leaving his body cloaked in the warmth of analgesics while his mind swirled with the refuge of indecipherable static. However, waking up with hope bubbling in his stomach instead of dread for what was ahead of him was nice. It was new. He could get used to feeling like this, if he dared.

The nanobot poisoning that had led to their first meeting had left Alex camped out in the Engineer’s quarters for weeks to recover. Michael had the rare luck to be able to steal away to the Underground and visit almost daily; time that had been purchased once he had overseen the signing of a successful agreement with the Barrens to trade their weapons for a third of the outer moon’s food crops. A deal he had secured with time entertaining a second daughter and zeir partner, together. The Dictator in the meantime was occupied in dividing up the new supplies to distribute to his strongest allies in the capital, using hunger as a motivation for greater piety to his rule.

Jones called it a game, but it was barbaric to Michael. Although barbaric, it had been at least attention-holding for his father, allowing Michael to slip away unnoticed to the Underground.

After the first time he had appeared at the workshop, he had attempted disinterest while he was wasted on Chaos and had asked after his mother’s recovering patient in the most-roundabout way he could manage. Nora had simply sighed, not needing telepathy to read his motives with how his eyes kept drawing back toward her quarters and let him inside, with the instruction to be useful. She had placed in his hands tools, guiding him over to Alex, who was sprawled in a shivering sweating mess from the contamination, and had put him to work on repairing contact points between the nanotech and Alex’s nervous system that dotted around the end of his amputated limb, In the meantime Nora had taken the prosthesis to work on, to repair the ruptured seal. The plan was then to turn off the programming of the nanites, letting the body’s natural waste process finish the job of flushing out the malfunctioning tech before replicating new ones.

Back then, Alex had kept his hand near his projectile revolver on the cot as soon as Nora left his sight with his prosthesis. Tense and bare chested, with only a draped blanket across his lap for modesty and then losing his mobility to strangers, it had been a completely understandable reaction to Michael. A projectile weapon discharge in the Engineers quarters, even in the lawless Underground, would have brought palace security. Trouble. Jones and his enforcers would finally have had an excuse to sweep the area fully, looking for any sign of sedition.

And with that in mind, Michael had the task of attempting to distract Alex from his incapacitation with small talk, “that’s an impressive weapon you have.”

“I’m sure you say that to all of the boys.”

Michael had pointedly raised his eyes to the firearm, instead of the rumple of sheets, and smirked. “You have a nice gun, too.”

Unbelievably, his game had worked, Alex had relaxed into the flirting and he had moved his hand a little further away from the revolver, allowing Michael to continue working without worrying about a blast into the stone-cut walls. It had been intricate and agonizing work, the trial and error of connecting tech to nerves, and to keep Alex’s mind off of the short pulses of pain, Michael had spun tales from the palace to him.

Tales about tense meetings with sector-moons, where Oasis had little to offer but dwindling arms and the other side had known it. Stories where a lavish meal, a flattering reception and Michael’s charm had won out; they had been able to bargain from a deficit. He had shared stories about dancing with forgotten attaches and flattering the conservative and wizened generals, describing in detail the clothing of some of the outer planet delegations to Alex, all while taking care to cast himself as the foolish, drunk Heir out of habit.

He had worked with his head down, his hands unnervingly close to the top of Alex’s thigh, where the hair grew darker and coarser, disappearing tantalizingly under a plain bedsheet across his groin. Keeping his touch as professional as he could was a trial, especially with Alex watching him with a trusting gaze, something he had sensed was unusual for the other man. His self control had been helped by his mother moving in and out of the room, punching code into her tablet as she worked to provide a new replication of nanites to replace the old, while he rebuilt the connectors to Alex’s prosthesis.

He turned over in his bed, remembering how Alex had traded quips with him when he had sensed how distracted Michael had become with their proximity. Dark, flashing eyes and that a keen intelligence had lent a cut to his words that had Michael feeling both flushed and excited. Then Alex had pulled at threads of his stories, teasing out the details of how it wasn’t the might of the Dictator that closed the deal but the charm and grace of his Heir. The praise Alex gave him felt odd to Michael, like a new garment with the starch of production scratching at his skin until days passed, and it started to feel more worn in to see Alex look at him with respect in his eyes, not derision or pity.

Respect in someone’s eyes instead of disdain for who he was, who was related to, was also new.

It could be just charm. Alex had a way of making Michael think that he saw right through everything, parsing out every secret without a telepathic ability, while at the same time, he had given nothing of his own past away to Michael.

Michael pressed his face into his pillow to hide his smile, letting the bubble of joy expand inside his chest. Alex was finally recovered and mobile enough to seek his own quarters in the Underground. It was time for that promised meal. A date even.

#malex au #rough rough draft lol #its a love story just say yes

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meggie-jolly · 5 months

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I finally finished another scene for the Malex Red, White and Royal Blue AU! This scene is inspired by an amazing trip to Paris I took at the beginning of October. I meant to finish writing this right after, but writers block hit and it took me way longer than planned. I actually went to a wine and cheese tasting at the restaurant I mention in the story. The people who organised the tasting are called We Taste Paris, they have a website and an instagram, and they put together an amazing experience for our group. You can find all the posts about this AU here. The tag list is at the end, let me know if you want to be added or removed. Read it on AO3 here.

Alex got out of the conference in Germany and they plan to spend some time together in Paris outside of the fundraiser. Michael is honestly not sure if he would prefer to see Alex privately before or after the public event with all the cameras and press. It will be damn near impossible to keep his hands of Alex after not seeing him for weeks and after what happened at the Polo match, but the idea of going to a public event right after he and Alex had alone time and preferably shared multiple orgasms is terrifying. What if someone can tell? Obviously they know better than to leave any marks, but… it seems risky either way.

In the end their schedules decided for them because Alex is asked to do another royal engagement in Paris to make up for Germany and he will be arriving just in time for the fundraiser to start.

Michael very pointedly doesn't watch the entrance for the entire half hour he's at the venue before Alex arrives. When he finally does, Michael pretends not to notice him right away and waits a couple of minutes before walking over as if by accident to greet Alex. He might deserve a fucking Oscar for this performance, if you ask him.

Michael and Alex shake hands and then do a sort of bro hug that Michael hopes comes of as casual and not like he kind of just wants to burry his head in the crook of Alex' neck and stay there for a few hours. He can feel Alex softly tugging on one of his curls and hopes no camera caught that.

After that it’s a few hours of typical public appearances stuff. Lots of cameras, lots of fake laughs, lots of people who pretend to be more important than they are and no chance for Michael and Alex to exchange more than a few glances and one or two small talk phrases in passing.

A few hours later they were finally free of the obligations and head into the city.

“You said you wanted French cheese. I found someone who was willing to organize a private wine and cheese tasting for us. Interested?”

Michael laughs. “Seriously? Yeah, of course. I can’t believe you organized a private wine tasting. Isobel will be so jealous."

A pleased smile forms on Alex's lips that makes something in Michael buzz in a way that should make him nervous, but instead just makes him smile back.

Alex pulls out his phone and opens the navigation app. "It's a little more than a ten minute walk, do you mind?"

"Not at all, it'll be nice to see the city not through the window of a car."

Alex nods and glances at their PPOs to get their ok as well and then he leads the way into one of the smaller side streets of Paris. The PPOs hang back a bit and it all feels achingly normal, so normal that Michael almost reaches out to take Alex's hand.

Which would be stupid for so many reasons. Number one being, that they are not like that. They don't hold hands. They antagonize each other over text and sometimes they get each other off. Well, and apparently today they take a walk through a warm Parisian evening to have wine and cheese. Definitely no handholding.

They take a wrong turn somewhere so it takes them a little longer than ten minutes, but eventually Alex leads them into a little courtyard that is decorated with lots of frogs and they meet a guy named Andre who leads them into a private room of a little restaurant named Roger la Grenouille that has even more frogs inside. He explains that the restaurant is famous for its frog legs.

Once Andre is gone to get them their first round of wine and cheese Michael nudges Alex. "I'm really glad you didn't bring me here for frog legs."

Alex chuckles "They're not that bad. I'm not exactly a fan, but they are better than oysters or other mussels."

"Good to know. I've had oysters at a fancy dinner once, I thought I had learned to eat almost everything, but I really struggled with finishing those."

"Why do they always serve the strangest things at the fanciest dinners? Who is actually impressed by these things?"

"I wish I knew. Give me good greasy diner food over fancy dinner menus any day."

Alex nods in agreement and they are laughing together when Andre comes back with a bottle of wine and a waitress with a tray of cheese and a basket of bread behind him.

Andre tells them where the wine and cheese comes from and while Michael appreciates it, he isn't really in the right headspace to retain the information right now. So he just nods along and is glad when Andre steps out of the room discreetly and leaves them alone.

The wine is great and the cheese even better. Michael and Alex savor each new combination Andre brings in and Michael feels like he could sit there all night, watching Alex become more and more relaxed and open.

Eventually they have sampled all the wine and cheese that Andre prepared for them and they agree to a quick picture with Andre and his partner for their business instagram before heading out. Their PPOs have been served cheese and bread as well and even get to take a bottle of wine with them to enjoy once they are of duty.

Michael feels warm and tipsy and happy and he can't wait to get his hands on Alex back at the hotel. He wonders if Alex feels the same when he asks his PPO to get them a car instead of suggesting they walk back.

Sitting in the back seat next to Alex without being allowed to touch him feels torturous, especially when Alex's hands keeps moving closer to his and eventually their fingers touch.

The anticipation grows and grows and they are finally at Michael's hotel, they make it up to the room and Michael sinks to his knees in front of Alex almost as soon as the door closes behind them. He wants to kiss him, but getting his mouth n Alex' dick feels less risky right now for some reason. He isn't going to think about what a kiss would be risking. Instead he works on improving his blow job skills. Judging by Alex' reaction, he might be getting better. Not that Alex had seemed disappointed the last time.

They make it to bed at some point and there is kissing and orgasms and Michael is blissed out and still happily wine drunk. It feels dangerously close to perfect and just so fucking French that he forgets that they aren't supposed to spend the night. Casual frenemies with benefits don't spend the night.

But that night they do and he's not sure if it's all the wine, or the orgasms, or the fact that he get's to sleep in Alex' arms with Alex' face buried in his curls, but he can't remember the last time he slept so well.

He wakes up in the morning and Alex is still asleep. Michael can't help but lay next to him and just watching him. He wants to trace every scar and map them out, try to take their pain away, but he can't, he can just watch and ignore the nagging feeling that he shouldn't be doing this.

Alex wakes up and they have decadent French room service breakfast and Alex sings along to French songs on the radio that Michael can't understand but that still sends shivers down his spine.

When Alex has to go, he leaves a bottle of the wine from last night they both liked best and Michael isn't sure he'll ever be able to drink it. But he wraps it in multiple layers of clothes onto his suitcase and hopes it will survive the trip back to the sates.

By the time he lands he has a text from Jenna with a link to an article about the fundraiser that has a whole paragraph about him and Alex and their friendship. Jenna added a caption: 'At least you didn't fuck this one up. Good job I guess.'

There is another text from Isobel, who somehow found the Instagram post about him and Alex at the wine tasting and wrote: 'You went to a Parisian wine tasting without me?!'

It's weird to see the evidence of their time together like that, through the eyes of his friends, family and the public who see them as nothing more than friends or even forced allies. He supposes it will stay like that, articles about their 'bromance' friendship while they occasionally find the time to get each other off. He knows it's ridiculous, this is purely physical and that's not changing, ever, but he kind of already misses Alex.

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#rnm rwrb au #malex #paris #roswell new mexico #roswell nm #red white and royal blue #malex rwrb au #my writing #alex manes #michael guerin

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jule1122 · 8 months

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Malex Fic - Fuck my way through college

Written for @rnmafterdark Day 3. This is chapter 1 of 2, but it can completely stand alone. Chapter 1 is mostly casual sex and chapter 2 will be more sex but with feelings.

This is a college AU I've been trying to write since I first heard the line "Fuck my way through college" from Glass Animal's "Take a Slice." Sex and sexuality are looked at and talked about with college levels of majority. There are references to Michael and Alex with others, but the sex scenes are between the two of them.

Additional Warnings: Alex sings a lyric from Green Day's "American Idiot" that contains a homophobic slur. It's not used as a slur, but the word is there. For the dubious consent - Michael sees Alex giving someone else a blow job, he enters the room and with Alex's consent jerks Alex off. The other person is not aware Michael is there until the end, but it not upset.

Fuck my way through college Chapter 1 on A03

Summary: When Michael's roommate hooks up with the guy who gives the best blow jobs on campus, Michael never expected it to be Alex Manes.

“You know what I want right now,” Michael says as he passes Chris the joint they’ve been sharing.

Chris glances over at the empty pizza boxes piled on the desk and sighs, “Wings?”

Michael hums in agreement. “Wings would be awesome, but I really want a blow job.” It’s not that being high makes him horny, exactly, but it does make him crave contact. He wants to kiss someone and hold them and then have them hold his dick in his mouth until he gets hard and comes.

“Been awhile?” Chris sympathizes.

“Too long,” Michael whines. He’d gotten all his gen ed requirements out of the way his freshman year and had breezed through with plenty of time for parties and sex. Now faced with demands of a double engineering major, he’s been unprepared for the amount of time his midterm projects consume.

“You still bi?” Chris asks as he hands the joint back to Michael.

If anyone else asked, Michael would be offended, but Chris shrugged off Michael’s sexuality confession with a casual “cool” when they were paired as roommates last year. Chris is easy going enough that he and Michael are still roommates and friends a year later. And in his defense, Michael isn’t sure Chris has ever seen him hook up with a guy, and his only attempt at a relationship has been an ill advised three weeks with Katie last spring.

Michael takes a long drag before answering. “Kind of a permanent state.”

“Just checking, cause I know a guy.”

“You know a guy?” Michael asks with a laugh. Michael isn’t sure why he’s even surprised. Chris knows a guy for everything - a guy who will write papers for you, a guy who can get you into all the good bars, a guy with keys to all the campus buildings. And now apparently a guy for blow jobs.

“Shut up, I’m serious. There’s this guy who is supposed to give A+ blow jobs. And he will blow anyone - gay, straight - he doesn’t care. If you have a dick, he’ll suck it.”

“You try it?”

“Nah. I know they say a mouth is a mouth, but I figured I’d have to picture tits or something to get off and that’s cheating.”

“You can’t cheat at orgasms,” Michael protests. “Anyway, sounds like an urban legend. The boogeyman and the blow job fairy.”

“I am not making him up,” Chris glares at Michael and snatched the joint out of his hand. “You know Conner, Miguel’s boyfriend?”

“Yeah.” He and Chris had some seminar with Miguel last year, and Michael vaguely remembers his boyfriend.

“Swears he was straight until this guy blew him. I heard Miguel sent him a fruit basket after they got together.”

“Now I know you’re making this up. No blow job is that good.” Michael holds up his hand when Chris starts to protest. “Prove it, call him right now.”

Chris visibly deflates. “I don’t actually have his number or know his name.”

Michael shakes his head in mock disappointment. “You owe me apology wings for getting my hopes up.”

Chris rolls his eyes, but picks up his phone. “Fine.”

A few weeks later, Chris runs up to Michael at a party, knocking two drinks over in his haste to reach him. “He’s here,” he says as he grabs Michael’s arm.

“Who?” Michael asks. He looks around, but doesn’t see anyone following Chris.

“The guy, you know,” Chris makes an obscene gesture Michael immediately recognizes. “I told you he was real!”

“He’s not fucking Santa Claus,” Michael rolls his eyes.

Chris pauses and blinks, “I mean he might, but forget that. I hooked you up. In ten minutes go to the upstairs bathroom, third door on the left.” “You’re an idiot.”

“I’m the idiot who is getting you laid.” Chris holds out his hand for a fist bump. “You are going to owe me so much beer.”

“Whatever,” Michael shoves at Chris’s shoulder, but he just dances away and joins a game of beer pong.

Michael is sure Chris is full of shit, and he intends to forget they ever had such a stupid conversation. But nine minutes later, he finds himself climbing the stairs and trying to ignore the way Chris cheers and winks at him as he goes by.

He sees someone leaning against the wall by the third door. They’re looking at their phone so he can’t see their face, but he likes what he can see - long legs in tight black jeans, big hands with fingers moving quickly over the screen, dark spiked hair, small gold hoop in his ear.

“Hey,” Michael says as he approaches. Whatever hope he had of seeming cool goes up in smoke as soon as the guy looks up. “Alex? Alex Manes?” he sputters.

The smirk that was on Alex’s face turns into a frown, and before Michael can react, Alex moves away from the wall and pushes Michael up against the door. “Is this some kind of joke?” he spits out. “You want to go back to Roswell and brag about how you got the resident queer on his knees? Well, jokes on you, I don’t care what you or anyone else says about me. You can’t shame me, Guerin.”

“What? No! That’s not what, I mean I wouldn’t,” Michael trips over his words as he tries to reassure Alex. He doesn't blame him for jumping to conclusions - Roswell hadn’t been kind to Alex. Michael doesn’t remember Alex ever saying he was gay, but everyone talked about it like it was a fact. The football team harassed him daily about it, making it clear that anyone who dressed like that, who had multiple piercings, must be gay. He and Alex never had any classes together, and Michael was too busy trying to fly under the radar and get the grades he needed for a scholarship, to talk to anyone outside Max and Isobel.

“So why are you here?” Alex continues to glare at Michael.

“Umm, this is kind of embarrassing,” Michael admits. He blushes when Alex raises one brow and waits for him to continue. “My roommate sent me up here for, you know,” Michael gestures at his dick and winces at how ridiculous he must sound. “I didn’t even know it was you.”

Alex takes a step back and gives Michael enough room to take a deep breath. He very obviously looks Michael over before asking, “And know that you do know it’s me?”

It takes Michael longer than it should to realize the blow job is still on the table. He’s not really sure what kind of response Alex is looking for. He’s tempted to tell him he’s even hotter than he was in high school. Michael’s pretty sure he’s added a tongue piercing to the earring and nose ring, and Michael’s discovering he really likes the eyeliner. But doesn’t think bringing up high school is a good idea so he blurts out, “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Whatever,” Alex rolls his eyes and pushes Michael aside to open the bathroom door. “Come on,” he pulls Michael inside when Michael doesn’t react, and locks the door behind him. “Condoms are mandatory, you can touch my hair, but not my neck. I’d prefer you keep your mouth shut, but if you have to talk, no ordering me around.”

Michael nods, he’s not sure starting off with a lecture is very sexy, but if what Chris said is true, Alex must have a routine. Alex crowds him against the wall and runs his index finger up Michael zipper before unbuttoning his jeans. He leans close and whispers, “I don’t have a gag reflex so don’t worry about being polite.”

Alex’s breath is warmth against his ear and while he’s slowly working Michael’s zipper open, Michael reconsiders just how sexy a lecture can be. Alex drops to his knees and pulls Michael’s pants down past his knees. Michael sucks in breath when he sees Alex looking up at him, gaze steady as he slides the condom on. “Ready?” he asks.

And if Michael liked Alex’s breath on his neck, it’s nothing compared to how it feels on his dick. Alex hasn’t really touched him, and he’s already getting hard. “Yeah,” he finally says once he realizes Alex is waiting for an answer.

“Good,” Alex winks before taking the head of Michael’s dick into his mouth.

Alex closes his eyes, and Michael wishes for a second he’d kept them open before Alex does something with his tongue that leaves him gasping for air. Michael has had his fair share of blow jobs, but nothing like this. He can’t even say exactly what Alex does that is so special. The tongue piercing helps, and Alex clearly knows how to use it.

But if pressed, Michael would say it’s the way Alex seems almost devoted to what he is doing. He keeps his eyes closed, and he seems almost as blissed out as Michael feels. No one has ever taken their time, or savored the experience, quite like Alex does. He starts by taking Michael deeper into his mouth inch by inch, licking and sucking as he goes. By the time he takes Michael as deep as he can, Michael is red faced and panting and ready to come.

Then he stops moving, just holds Michael’s dick in his mouth. Michael must whine or something because Alex pulls off and laughs. He starts with just the head of his dick again, taking him in just as slowly, but playing with his balls this time. When he stops again, Michael groans, “Alex, please.”

“Once more, ok,” Alex tells him.

Michael is honestly shocked he doesn’t come as soon as Alex’s lips touch his dick again, but he doesn’t. Alex goes even slower this time, lavishing attention on every inch of Michael he takes into his mouth like they have all the time in the world. He takes Michael deeper this time, so deep Michael doesn’t even know how he can breathe. Michael watches Alex’s face and silently begs him not to stop again.

He unclenches his fists and drops them to Alex’s hair, gently holding him in place. Alex makes a pleased sound and swallows around Michael’s dick while pressing hard against the skin behind his balls, making Michael come harder than he thinks he’s ever come before.

Alex doesn’t back off, sucks gently at Michael’s dick until he’s done and sensitive enough to push Alex back. Once Alex takes off the condom and walks to the sink to wash his hands, Michael slides down the wall and tries to catch his breath.

“See you round, Guerin,” Alex walks toward the door, giving Michael a judgemental look on his way out. “I wouldn’t sit on that floor for long if I were you.”

Michael half-heartedly flips him off. Sure, he should have pulled his pants back up before sitting down, but he still can’t feel his legs. He’ll get up in a minute, he promises himself, just as soon as he decides who gets the bigger fruit basket - Chris or Alex.

Michael doesn’t see Alex again until an end of semester party. He’s walking down the hall when some guy stumbles out of a bathroom right into him. The stunned look on his face and the way he can barely string the syllables together to apologize make him wonder just how high he is. Then he sees Alex come out of the same room, a satisfied smirk on his face, and it all makes sense.

Over the last few months, Michael had convinced himself that Alex was as hot or as skilled as he remembered. One look at him now, and Michael knew he hadn’t been exaggerating. Alex was gorgeous, in all black again, but this time his lips were red and shiny. It hit Michael all at once exactly why Alex looked like that and he went from pleasantly buzzed to desperately turned on in a second.

“Guerin,” Alex nods at him.

Michael knows he should respond, but all he can do is stare at Alex’s mouth and lick his own lips.

Alex watched him before laughing and jerking his head toward the open bathroom. “You want another go at it.”

More than anything, but Michael had assumed it was a one and done kind of thing. He didn’t even let himself imagine it happening again. “Is that allowed?” he finally blurts out.

“Don’t be a dumbass,” Alex rolls his eyes. He walks into the bathroom, leaving the door open behind him.

Michael follows quickly, not wanting anyone to get between them. He has his pants down before Alex finishes locking the door.

Alex takes in his already hard cock, and drops to his knees. “Eager aren’t we?” he teases as he rolls the condom on.

Michael doesn’t say anything, just tangles his hand in Alex’s hair and pulls him forward. He prepares himself for slow and thorough, but Alex surprises him by taking him deep right away.

Alex doesn’t close his eyes this time, just looks up at Michael as he sucks his cock. It’s fast and messy, and if Michael didn’t know Alex had just done this - just done it with someone else - he’d swear Alex was as desperate for it as he is. Alex carefully scrapes his teeth along his dick as he slides his mouth down, then takes him deep again before pressing his piercing along the underside of his dick.

He can’t stop staring at Alex’s lips stretched around his cock, and he’s trying so hard not to move he’s barely breathing. When Alex lets his cock slip from his mouth, Michael bangs his fist against the wall.

“I told you not to be polite,” Alex reminds him. He grabs Michael’s ass and tugs.

And, yeah, Michael can work with that. He waits until Alex squeezes his ass again to be sure he’s ready, and he thrusts carefully into Alex’s mouth. Alex moans around him and urges him to go faster, harder. Alex is still watching him, but Michael has to close his eyes. All he can hear is the sound of his dick moving in and out of Alex’s mouth. Alex moans again, and Michael thrusts even deeper and comes.

Pride keeps him on his feet, and he manages to get his pants back up while Alex disposes of the condom and washes his hands. “So repeats are a thing,” Michael says, wincing as soon as the words are out of his mouth.

Alex dries his hands and looks at Michael like he’s an idiot - Michael is becoming worryingly fond of that look. “I’m not Prince Charming working my way through campus looking for the perfect dick. I do this when I want and with whoever I want. You have a nice dick, and you don’t use it to try and prove you’re better than me, so,” Alex shrugs and smiles.

Michael can’t decide if he should preen over the compliment or find everyone who treated Alex like shit and punch them in the face. He blames his conflicting desires for what he says next. “I’m heading back to Roswell on Sunday if you need a ride or anything.”

Even sex drunk, Michael knows immediately he fucked up. Alex goes completely still, and while he’s still smiling, every bit of emotion is gone from his face. “The only time I will ever step foot back in the hellhole is to spit on my father’s grave.”

He’s out the door before Michael can think of a response.

Michael tries not to think about Alex - especially his fuck up with Alex - once he’s back in Roswell. He has a room in the Evans’ basement now, and he spends the first few weeks sleeping in and catching up with Max and Isobel. They’d hit a rough patch just before graduation when Isobel started having migraines so bad she blacked out. Michael had stayed close to her all summer while Max went on his road trip with Liz Ortecho then Max returned just in time for Michael to leave for college.

Just to be safe, Max and Isobel had both taken the year off after graduation. Things were better by Christmas, and they were all on solid ground by the time Michael came home for the summer. Max had gone on another road trip with Liz before starting online classes for Creative Writing and Literature. Isobel decided not to go to school, but was working as a waitress at the country club. When Michael questioned her choice, she’d ticked off her reasons matter of factly.

“The tips are phenomenal, Mom and Dad have enough clout that even the creepy members keep their hands to themselves, and I am making all the right connections.”

“For what?” Michael asked.

“You’ll see,” Isobel had replied with a gleam in her eye that had Michael thinking he’d come back one day to find Isobel was the youngest mayor in Roswell history.

Everyone is in a more festive mood this year, even though Isobel is pretty busy before the holidays, and Max is moping because Liz decided to spend her break in LA with Rosa instead of coming home. Mrs. Evans bribes them with extra cookies if they’ll hang the Christmas lights,and Michael knows it, he’s opening presents and stuffing himself on the enchiladas Mr. Ortecho brings to Christmas brunch.

He sees Jesse Manes a few days after Christmas. He’s walking through town in his uniform, and Michael realizes he’s never seen him out of uniform. Maybe that’s why Alex hates him so much. The military is still pretty conservative, and he can see how the whole gay thing would have been an issue for someone whose whole identity seems to be about his service.

After that, Michael can’t stop thinking about Alex. He tries to remember if they ever talked in school, and he can’t think of one time he even said hello to Alex. Michael wants to know why he hates Roswell, he wants to know what makes Alex laugh. He wants to know what kind of apology he’s most likely to accept, he knows Alex isn’t the type to just let things go. Michael remembers the way he looked at Kyle Valenti after Kyle became the world’s biggest douche - Alex can hold a grudge, especially when it’s justified.

The problem is, Alex was just as much of a loner as Michael was so there is no one to ask. He only ever saw Alex with Liz and Maria DeLuca. Liz is out of town, and Michael doesn’t know Maria well enough to just start asking questions about Alex. He almost asks Isobel what she remembers about Alex, but high school is still a touchy subject for her so he resigns himself to learning nothing.

The day before he heads back to school, he’s waiting for Max at the Crashdown when Mimi DeLuca stops by his table. Max told him that there are rumors about Mimi losing her mind. He says the cops have picked her up a few times wandering around at night, talking nonsense. She seems fine to Michael - still young and pretty enough to be the cool mom, and kind enough to be approachable.

“Michael,” she greets him with a smile even though they barely know each other. “Would you do me a favor and please say hi to Alex for us.”

“Umm, sure.” Michael can’t really tell her he doesn’t think Alex will talk to him again. And it’s not like what they were doing involved much talking in the first place.

Mimi leans down and pats him on the arm. “Just be patient with him. He’s never had much kindness in his life. I know that’s something you understand.”

Normally Miche would get defensive, but he can tell she doesn’t mean it as an insult, just a way to connect him to Alex which is what he’s been looking for. “Thanks,” he tells her with his own smile, even though he’s not sure what she means. Alex didn’t grow up alone with at best neglectful and too often violent foster families. But then he pictures Jesse Manes striding through town in his uniform and wonders.

Michael doesn’t understand how he went over a year without knowing Alex was at UNM because once he’s back on campus in January, he sees Alex everywhere. Well, not really everywhere, but he catches a glimpses of him across the quad and then he’s walking into Michael’s favorite coffee shop just a few minutes after Michael leaves. The third time he’s working the circulation desk at the library when Michael is killing time between classes, he decides to stop pretending he doesn’t want to talk to him.

“Hey,” he says when he approaches the desk. Alex just stares him down, waiting for Michael to say something else, and God, Michael really missed the judgemental way Alex looks at him.

Michael’s about to walk away and give Alex the win in their staring contest when he thinks of something to say. “Is this your first year here?”

“No,” Alex says slowly, his expression shifting to confused as well as judgemental. “I’m a sophomore just like you. We graduated together, remember?”

“Yeah, I know, it’s just how did I never see you before?”

“Big campus,” Alex shrugs.

“Big campus,” Michael repeats. He shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. This whole exchange is excruciating, and if it wasn’t negative a hundred outside, he’d wait out the half hour before his next class on a bench or something.

Alex sighs and takes pity on him. “My break is in ten minutes. There’s a gender neutral bathroom with a lock at the end of that hallway.”

Michael looks in the direction Alex is pointing at and nods before heading back to the table he was pretending to study at. This isn’t what he expected when he approached Alex, but he’s not about to let the opportunity pass. Ten minutes drag on, and as soon as Michael sees Alex leave the desk he gets up to follow.

Alex locks the door and walks toward Michael until he’s backed up against the wall. He takes his time undoing Michael’s belt and unzipping his jeans. By the time he’s done, Michael’s well on his way to hard. And even with the latex between them, the feel of Alex’s fingers sliding the condom up his dick has him shivering.

Without the background noise of a party, everything feels more intentional and intense. When Alex takes the head of his dick in his mouth, Michael can hear the sound he makes when he starts to suck. “Oh,” Michael says when Alex takes him deeper. He closes his eyes and thumps his head against the wall. Alex is getting louder, and if Michael has to hear him and look at him, this isn’t going to last, and he wants it to.

Alex shifts higher in his knees, he stops sucking for a minute, just holds Michael in his mouth. Then Michael hears the sound of another zipper, and he knows it’s not his, which means it must be Alex, and that means Alex is touching himself while he sucks Michael off.

Michael opens his eyes, but he can’t really see what Alex is doing. But he can hear him, can hear the sound of Alex’s hand moving while he jerks himself off. Alex is licking Michael’s dick again, pressing the piercing against the head the way Michael likes before sucking him down. He moans when Michael is deep in his mouth, and Michael doesn’t know if it’s from sucking Michael off or his own hand, but it doesn’t matter because as soon as he hears it, Michael snaps his hips forward - harder than he meant to - and comes.

Alex pulls off as soon as Michael is done, and Michael would be annoyed, but he can still hear Alex’s hand moving, faster and faster, until it stops and Alean moans - deeper and louder than before.

Michael knows he must look ridiculous - face red and condom hanging off his dick. Especially since by the time Alex stands up, his pants are done up, and he looks perfectly composed - not all like he just jerked off during his break. Michael throws the condom away and wipes up with a paper towel while Alex washes his hands. “I didn’t know you did that,” Michael says, gesturing toward Alex’s zipper.

Alex raises one brow at him and purses his lips like he’s trying not to laugh. “I do, just not every time.”

“You’ve never with me before,” Michael says, not sure why he’s pushing this.

“You’ve never been my first of the night before. Is it a problem?”

Alex’s expression starts to close off, and Michael rushes to correct him before he fucks up again. “No, I’m just glad you’re enjoying yourself.”

“That’s kind of the point, Guerin,” Alex shakes his head and walks off.

Michael waits a few minutes before heading back to his table and pretending to study. He waves at Alex on his way out, and Aex rolls his eyes, but waves too so Michael takes it as a win.

Alex doesn’t blow him every time he sees him in the library, not even weekly, and he doesn’t jerk off every time either, but it’s still the most regular sex Michael has ever gotten. He’s not sure if people can tell he’s getting laid or if he’s just more confident, but he’s hooked up with someone at almost every party he’s been to as well. Even Chris notices.

“What’s going on with you, man? You’re really crushing it with the ladies right now,” he says as they stumble their way back to the dorm after some frat party.

“I’m just that sexy,” Michael slurs with a laugh.

“If I didn’t just see you with two different girls this week, I’d swear you had a girlfriend, or boyfriend,” he adds on. “You weren’t even this well fucked when you dated Katie.”

“Just a run of good luck and my irresistible charm,” Michael insists.

Chris laughs so hard he falls into a bush. Michael helps him up and somehow they make it back to their room without any injuries.

Michael thinks about it the next time he sees Alex. He’s had more sex with Alex than anyone he’s ever dated,and he doesn’t know anything about him, except they went to high together and Alex hates Roswell. It makes him feel guilty, like he’s using Alex, and Michael knows he is using Alex, that Alex expects it of him, but he doesn’t like thinking of it that way.

“What’s your major,” he asks Alex the next time they hook up.

Alex just looks at Michael for a minute before finally answering. “Computer Science and Music Theory and Composition.”

“Huh,” Michael responds. Alex looks like a music major with the whole emo thing he had going, but Michael has a hard time picturing him sitting in front of a computer for hours.

When Michael doesn’t say anything else, Alex sighs and asks, “What about you?”

“Mechanical and environmental engineering.”

Alex narrows his eyes and studies Michael before saying anything. “Suits you.”

He’s gone before Michael can decide if that was a compliment or not.

A week later, Michael follows Alex out of the bathroom and catches him while he’s still in the hallway. “Do you like working here, the library I mean?”

Alex turns back and leans against the wall. “It’s easy, quiet. I make better money and tips at The Grind.”

“You work at the Grind? I’m there all the time, how have I never seen you there?” Michael’s starting to feel like the universe is conspiring to keep him away from Alex.

“I work the early shift, five to nine am. They pay more since most college students don’t like mornings, and the first few hours are pretty dead.”

Michael makes a face at the thought of working that early. “Yeah, the only way I’m up at five is if I haven’t gone to bed.”

“I don’t sleep much so it’s not a big deal,” Alex shrugs. “You work on campus?” Alex asks before Michael can follow up on the comment about not sleeping.

“No, I work at an auto shop off campus a few days a week. Pays not bad, and I get free tune ups which my poor truck desperately needs.”

Alex laughs. “Is that why your hands?” Alex holds up his own hands.

Michael looks down. He’s used to the permanent grease stains around his nails, doesn’t really think about them much anymore. He used to be embarrassed, but Alex seems more curious than critical so he doesn’t get defensive. “Occupational hazard. Even if I wasn’t working there, I’m always tinkering with something.”

“Life of an engineer,” Alex laughs again. “Well, I should get back,” Alex points back toward the desk and walks away.

Michael thinks it might be their new found rapport, but the next time Alex sucks him off, he comes so hard he thinks he might have an aneurysm. Whatever Alex did with his tongue is superhuman, and he means to ask him about it, but what he says insead is, “Why weren’t you at graduation?”

Alex doesn’t answer, just storms out of the bathroom without checking to see if Michael is decent.

“Fuck,” Michael exhales as soon as the door closes. He really fucked it up this time.

Alex won’t even look at him for the next two weeks, and then he’s suddenly gone - never at the library the same time as Michael. If Alex changed his shift or even quit just to avoid Michael, he must be more upset than Michael realizes. He thinks about showing up at The Grind to apologize, but that seems a little too much like stalking especially since he told Alex he’s never up that early.

Michael still looks for Alex around campus, and when he can’t seem to find him he sulks. He studies more than normal, and when Chris convinces him to go out, he gets drunk and fucks around with any girl he knows is only looking for a good time no strings attached. It’s never the same girl twice - if he learned anything from Alex it’s that he gets attached way too easily.

He sulks all the way through midterms before Chris decides it’s been long enough. “I know it sucks to get dumped, but it can’t be this bad,” he tells Michael when he finds him hiding in his bed one afternoon.

“I wasn’t dumped. I wasn’t even dating anyone,” Michael protests.

“Then what’s with the pouting and the half hearted hook ups? Looks like a broken heart to me.”

“There is no broken heart,” Michael insists. “I had a thing, ok. Like a casual acquaintances with benefits thing for a while, but it ended.”

“Did she fall in love with you?” Chris gasps, “No, you fell in love with her. Michael, that really sucks.”

“No one fell in love. I just said something stupid and pissed him off. Story of my life.”

Chris frowns. “Don’t be so hard on yourself. You just need to get back out there. Fuck another guy instead of just girls and forget about him. Hey, I could find the blow job guy for you again.”

“No!” Michael can’t imagine anything more embarrassing.

“Are you sure? Dane from my physics class hooked up with him last month and said he thinks he saw Jesus when he came. And Grant said the blow jobs he got from him this semester are the best he’s ever had. He actually has an alert on his phone so if someone spots him at a party he gets notified and can show up.”

No, seriously, no,” Michael cuts Chris off.

“Fine, but the swim team is having a party tomorrow, and you’re coming with me. We’ll find some hot guy to get you out of your slump.”

“There’s no slump. And since when do we have a swim team?”

Michael learns two things about swimmers Saturday night - they like the music loud, they are very comfortable hanging out half dressed. Two drinks in he wanders upstairs and tries to decide if he wants to hook up or just get stone drunk.

He walks past a half open door when he hears it. Some guy yelling, “Come on, come on, just like that. Give it to me,” between breathy moans. Michael moves to close the door, because no one needs to hear that.

Michael has to come closer than he’d like to reach the door handle, and that’s when he sees him. Alex is on his knees, some red headed kid up against the wall getting his dick sucked. He plans to shut the door, he really does, but he’s never seen Alex like this. Never seen just how his lips look stretched around a dick from this angle, never saw the stretch of Alex’s neck or the way he can see his tongue moving. Alex’s face is almost expressionless, and Michael can’t tell if he’s okay, but when he looks down, he sees Alex is hard.

The guy’s getting louder, and Michael remembers what Alex said about keeping his mouth shut. He’s not ordering Alex around exactly, but his tone is more demanding than begging and it’s starting to piss Michael off. Michael takes another step forward when he hears Alex make a noise. He moans and shifts a little and that’s when Michael remembers he’s hard, Alex is hard, but he’s not touching himself because he’s using both arms to hold this douche bag still.

Michael closes the door behind him and comes up behind Alex. He drops to his knees,and places his hand on Alex’s shoulder. Alex freezes. “It’s me, Guerin,” Michael whispers. Alex doesn’t respond but he relaxes.

Michael drops his other hand to Alex’s hip then slides it around to rest at the top of his jeans. He wants to touch, he’s already hard just thinking about it, but he needs Alex’s permission. “Can I,” he asks. “Is it ok if I touch you.”

Alex moans and his hips jerk against Michael’s hand, and he takes that as a yes. It takes both his hands and a bit of fumbling for him to get Alex’s pants undone from this angle. Once he gets them down, he can’t wait to get Alex’s dick in his hands. He’s hot and hard and slick already and feels perfect in Michael’s hand.

“Thank you,” he whispers against Alex’s ear. He wants to take his time, wants to get Alex close a few times before he lets him come. But he can tell the idiot Alex is sucking off is getting close, and he wants Alex to finish first. Doesn’t want anyone else to see him like this.

He tightens his hand around Alex’s dick and let’s him thrust into it. Michael uses his other hand to cup Alex’s balls, he wants to take them in his mouth and suck on them but this will have to do for now. He strokes the skin behind them, making Alex moan again. When he feels Alex’s hips stutter, he loosens his grip and toys with the crown until he comes.

Michael manages to get Alex’s pants back up and mostly fastened even though he’s distracted by watching the way Alex’s cheeks hollow as he finishes the guy off. Michael’s breathing almost as heavily as he is, and he wants so badly to grind into Alex from behind, but he knows he’ll come in his pants if he does so he keeps a small distance between them.

The asshole shouts when he comes, and brings his knee up, almost catching Alex in the face. He glares when he spots Michael. “Wait your turn like everyone else,” he complains.

“Maybe learn to shut a door,” Michael chastises him.

“Whatever,” he rolls his eyes at Michael. “If watching me get off is what gets you all hot and bothered, you can blow me later.”

“Dick,” Michael grumbles as he leaves. At least this time he remembered to shut the door..

He hears Alex laugh, feels him move away. When he looks back over, Alex has turned to sit leaning against the wall. He’s flushed and beautiful, and Michael wants him. “Can I kiss you?” he blurts out. “Do you do that?”

Alex rolls his eyes. “This isn’t Pretty Woman, Guerin. Come here.”

He holds out his hand, and Michael takes it, letting Alex pull him closer. He means to sit next to him, but somehow he ends up in Alex’s lap. Michael’s careful, tentative - first kisses are always awkward. But Alex threads his fingers through the curls on the back of Michael’s head and tugs him forward. He kisses like he sucks cock, intent and focused. When he drags his tongue piercing along the roof of Michael’s mouth, Michael moans and thrusts his hips against Alex.

Alex taps his leg, “Stand up and I’ll take care of that for you.”

“No,” Michael says forcefully enough that Alex leans back and raises his brows. “Just your hand,” he clarifies. “That’s enough.”

“Ok,”Alex shrugs. He pulls a small bottle of lube out of his front pocket while Michael shimmys his pants down to his knees.

He ends up kneeling next to Alex, and the angle is a little awkward, but he can keep kissing Alex so he doesn’t care. The first touch of Alex’s hand is cool and slick, and it takes some of the urgency away. Alex strokes him gently at first - fingers exploring, teasing. He kisses Michael the same way- tongue dancing in and out of his mouth. Michael whines, reaches for his dick with his own hand, but Alex pushes it away.

Thankfully, Alex takes the hint. He tightens his grip and strokes Michael firmly, He deepens the kiss, sucking on Michael’s tongue as Michael thrusts into his first. Michael moves higher up on his knees, chasing every bit of contact he can get. It all feels so good, then Alex bites at his lower lip and Michael comes with a gasp.

Alex wipes his hands on the carpet and makes a face. “This is why I prefer bathrooms. I could really use a sink right now.”

Michael looks around and realizes for the first time that they are in some kind of office or study room. He sits down next to Alex and tries to catch his breath. “You don’t have any hand sanitizer in your pocket?” He jokes. “You have everything else you need.”

Instead of laughing, Alex looks like he’s considering the idea. “I might have to start doing that.”

He starts to get up, but Michael stops him with a hand on his arm. “Hey, I’m sorry about before. It was none of my business.”

“It’s fine,” Alex brushes him off, but doesn’t get up. “I just don’t like talking about”

“Anything personal,” Michael fills in when Alex seems lost for words.

“Pretty much,” Alex agrees with a smile.

“Still, I”m sorry, and I hope you can get your shift back.”

“What?” Alex blinks at him, clearly confused.

“At the library. You don’t have to avoid me,” Michael feels really bad about that.

“You think I quit the library to avoid you?” Alex laughs. “I’m not fragile, Jesus. Most of their budget is for work study and since I don’t qualify, they can only give me so many hours. They just ran out of funding for the year.”

“That sucks.”

“Nothing I can do about it. I picked up another tutoring job, and they’ll bring me back for the summer.”

Michael has a lot of questions, but he settles on one he hopes is safe. “You stay here over the summer?”

“No where else to go,” Alex shrugs. He keeps talking before Michael can apologize again. “It’s not bad. Between the library and the coffee shop, I can work a ton of hours, and if I have enough saved I can take a few online summer classes.”

There’s a commotion outside the door - sounds like someone started some kind of drunken relay race. Alex makes a face and stands up. “I’ve had enough of people for one day. See you around, Guerin.”

He’s out the door before Michael can do more than wave in acknowledgment.

Michael doesn’t see Alex around, not for weeks, even though he’s looking. He still can’t bring himself to show up at The Grind when he knows Alex is working even though he wants to. Would Alex kiss him again, would he let Michael touch him? It feels like something changed between them, and Alex vanishes just when Michael wants to see what it means.

The weekend before finals, Chris insists they need to go to Francesco’s for dollar beer night. Despite the name, Francesco’s is a typical college dive bar - no one looks too hard at IDs and in return no one complains about the watered down beer.

Michael can hear the music before they even get to the door, and he remembers seeing some flyers around campus about a band night. “If the music sucks, I’m out,” he tells Chris.

“Don’t be a snob. No one comes here for the music.”

Chris pulls him through the door, and Michael comes to a complete stop when he sees the stage. Alex is up there - singing. He’s added a black leather jacket to his normal black jeans and Tshirt. His hair is spiked to razor points, eyeliner perfectly defined and his lips are red and shining like he just got done sucking cock. Michael can’t breathe.

He lets Chris drag him to the bar. But as soon as he has a beer, he’s pushing his way toward the stage, not checking or caring to see if Chris follows. Most people are crowded around the bar, staying within easy access to cheap beer, so he finds an open table just to the right of the stage.

Michael sits down and doesn’t bother to pretend he’s doing anything other than staring at Alex. Up close he can see the studded collar he has around his neck, the silver bracelets slipping down past the cuff of jacket, and the black polish on his nails.

It’s hot outside, even for May, and inside the bar it’s worse. Michael finishes his beer quickly, he’d get another but that would mean getting up and looking away from Alex. Instead he unbuttons the top half of the buttons on his shirt, pulls the fabric from his chest to get some air circulation. Alex keeps singing, doesn’t acknowledge Michael in any way, but Michael knows he’s watching. It makes him want to show off, keep Alex’s attention, so when he lets his shirt settle, he makes sure it falls to the side so one of his nipples is showing. Michael can see the amusement and desire in Alex’s eyes.

Alex’s band is good - they stick to well known emo cover songs. But Alex’s voice is the real star. It’s deep and sexy and, like everything else about Alex, goes straight to Michael’s dick. He’s so hard it’s all he can do not to touch himself right there. Michael knows he would do it too if he thought Alex could see.

Michael’s both relieved and disappointed when Alex announces their last song. On one hand he could watch Alex sing forever, but if Alex gets off the stage, Michael might be able to do more than watch. He can see the next band waiting on the other side of the stage as they launch into American Idiot. Alex is mesmerizing. Even the noise of the bar quiets some as more people stop to watch and listen.

Alex turns so he’s looking directly at Michael as he sings. When he gets to the line “Well, maybe I’m the faggot, America,” a chorus of cheers goes up across the bar. He winks at Michael and raises his middle finger toward the audience, smiling when some people respond in kind.

Michael can’t take any more of this. He's waiting at the edge of the stage before the song is even over. As soon as Alex gets off the stage, Michael grabs him by the arm and pulls him into the handicapped bathroom, quickly locking the door behind them.

“I’m going to kiss you right now, ok?” He barely gives Alex time to nod before his mouth is on his. Michael isn’t interested in gentle or finesse, he shoves his tongues into Alex’s mouth, rubs it around his piercing. He can't’ help thrusting against Alex, groaning when he feels Alex is hard too.

“That turn you on,” he pants, pulling his mouth away with effort. “Singing in front of all those people make you hard?”

“You make me hard,” Alex tells him. He slips his hand into Michael’s open shirt, rolling his nipple between his fingers, making Michael gasp. “Showing off, staring at me like you wanted to jump me right there on the stage.”

“I did, I would have if I didn’t think someone would stop us,” Michael confesses. He takes a breath and decides to go for it, ask Alex for what he wants. “Can I fuck you? Please.”

Alex’s eyes widen, but he nods and pulls a condom and lube out of his pocket and hands it to Michael.

“Always prepared,” Michael laughs. He sets them on the edge of the sink then freezes when he sees Alex shoving his pants down. He braces himself against the wall, ass out toward Michael. “God,’ he breathes. Michael reaches out and strokes the smooth, firm skin of Alex’s ass. He’s magnificent. He squeezes, kneads the muscles under his hand.

Alex moans, and Michael wishes he could take his time. He wants to touch and look, to lick and bite before he fucks him. But they’re in a public restroom on borrowed time. He gets his own pants down past his knees and puts the condom on. Once his fingers are coated with lube, he slips them between Alex’s cheeks. Michael spreads the lube up and down the crease of Alex’s ass, getting more lube when Alex presses back against his hand.

They both groan when he pushes his first finger into Alex. It’s been awhile since he’s done this to someone else, and he’s not sure how slow he needs to go. Alex isn’t fighting him though, he’s moving with Michael, and Michael adds a second finger.

“Like that,” Alex encourages him. “Deeper.”

Michael fucks Alex with his fingers, twisting and spreading them to open Alex up faster. He rests his head against Alex’s back, the scent of leather from his jacket surrounding him. He wants his mouth on Alex, but he remembers what Alex said about not touching his neck so instead he brings two fingers from his other hand to Alex’s mouth.

He presses his fingers to Alex's lips, moaning when Alex sucks them into his mouth. “Your fucking mouth,” he moans. “Your lips were so red and full, like you’d been sucking cock for hours. Is that what you did? Did you blow the band before you took the stage.”

Alex laughs and lets Michael fingers slip from his mouth. “Lip plumping gloss. But I like the way your mind works.”

“If we had more time, I’d ask you to suck me off after I fucked you,” Michael tells him just as he adds a third finger.

“Next time,” Alex promises as he pushes back into Michael’s hand. “Now get on with it and fuck me.”

Michael pulls his fingers out and hastily spreads some lube over the condom. He holds Alex’s hips still and pushes in as slow as he can. Alex is hot and tight and perfect around him. He wants to stay there forever.

“Move,” Alex demands.

Michael can hear Alex jerking himself off and he can’t hold back anymore. They move together, Michael fucking him hard and fast, trying to match the pace of Alex’s hand on his own dick. He comes a minute before Alex, feels Alex clench down on him when his own orgasm hits.

They wash their hands together in the sink,and Alex kisses him one more time before leaving. A quick, almost chaste kiss. “Have a nice summer, Michael,” he adds as he leaves.

Michael doesn’t see him when he makes his way back to the bar. He lets Chris buy him a few more beers before they head out and hit up another party. Alex isn’t there either so Michael lets the crowd and the drinks distract him from the thought of a long summer without seeing Alex again.

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