Who: Michael Guerin and Alex Manes What: Michael shows up to Alex’s mom’s funeral When: Monday Where: Church to a bar to Michael’s place Warnings: Sexual situations Status: Complete
It had only been a few days since Alex picked up his car. Michael hadn’t seen him since, not that he was expecting to. But still Michael would be lying if he said Alex’s presence wasn’t missed. He knew it was only a matter of time before Alex went back to New York. It would probably be for the best if Michael just left their exchange at that. Never saw the guy again. And yet when he saw the notice about Alex’s mom’s funeral he found himself compelled to go.
Michael didn’t remember what it was like to lose a parent, he remembered nothing of his own. But there was still part of him that felt he should be there for Alex in any way that could be. Even if that meant just sitting in the back. He just had to be there.
Which is precisely what Michael did. Dressed in jeans and a black button up shirt (one of the few nice ones he had) Michael slid into the back of the church just moments before the funeral began. He didn’t make any attempts to talk to Alex (not that he could in the middle of a funeral) but still he was there.
Alex was sitting at the front, but apart from his father and his siblings. He wasn’t one of them, they didn’t recognise him as one of them. His attempt to talk to his father had only served to remind him why he left. The man hated him, loathed him, and denounced Alex as his son.
Alex was actually fine with that. He wasn’t here for his father. He wasn’t even here for his mother. He was here for himself. For his own reasons. For closure. With his mother in the ground, he felt he could once and for all turn away from his family, and everything the Manes name stood for.
It had brought him nothing but pain. Maybe he’d change it. He’d thought about it a few times over the years, but had never pursued it because of the legal fees and red tape involved. He might just do it now, though. Maybe. He’d think about it after the funeral.
It wasn’t until the service concluded, when he stood up to follow his brothers out of the sanctuary, that he saw the familiar mop of curls at the back. Alex felt his heart skip a beat, and for a split second he felt like the floor fell out from under him. He drew in a deep breath to try and recover his senses before he started moving forward, toward Michael Guerin. He turned his eyes to the floor, the gawdy red carpet under his feet as he walked, and as he neared the row where Michael was sittin, he looked up.
Michael watched as Alex walked out, not tearing his eyes away from the guy, never looking away. Alex’s head was down, following his family out. Michael didn’t want to interrupt anything. That wasn’t what he was here for. He wasn’t even completely sure why he was there. It wasn’t like he was anything to Alex. He was just some guy that went to high school with him and fixed up his car. And yet Michael still felt compelled to be there.
When Alex looked back up Michael was able to lock eyes with him. He stood up, not quite approaching Alex, still not trying to interrupt anything. But he was there. If Alex needed anything.
Alex held Michael’s gaze for a long moment. The only thing keeping him from reaching out to him right then was Jesse Manes. Alex knew his father would have something to say, the bastard would cause a scene despite the setting.
But as soon as the procession of family broke up, and his father was cornered into conversation with someone, Alex sought Michael out. “I didn’t expect you to be here,” he said. There was an uncertain tone to his voice. Why was Michael here?
Not only a simply why, but what did it mean? Alex didn’t want to read too much into it, but it felt personal. Michael didn’t know Alex’s mother, he barely knew Alex. And yet. Here he was, and Alex felt...relieved, honestly. He felt a little thrill at the thought that Michael had come to support him.
Michael hung around once Alex continued his walk with his family. Alex had seen him now and Michael was pretty sure he wanted to say something. Either way he wasn’t going to leave without at least getting a chance to offer condolences. That was what funerals were for right? Hell if he knew the only one he’d been to was for the guy that left him the garage.
Michael watched as Alex broke away from his family as soon as he could, making his way straight to Michael. He felt something twist in his stomach, in a good way but wasn’t sure exactly what to make of it.
“Hey,” Michael replied giving him a small smile. Shit. Was he supposed to smile? This was a funeral after all. “Yeah,” he agreed, he barely expected himself to be here. “It just seemed like I should?” It was more a question than a statement. “I don’t know. Just wanted you to know I’m uh… here for you.”
Alex wished, more than anything in that moment, that he could hug Michael. Just throw his arms around the other and embrace him fully. Shamelessly. Right out in the open, where everyone could see. The problem was, they weren’t at that level of friendship, but more than that. Alex’s dad was nearby. He was talking to someone, but he was no doubt keeping an eye on Alex.
Alex didn’t think Jesse would make a scene at the funeral, but he might. Because he was a bigoted asshole who hated his youngest son, and everything Alex stood for. He hated Alex because he was gay, because he didn’t fit the carefully curated Manes-Man mold Jesse’s father had designed. Jesse’s first three sons were practically carbon copies of each other. Alex was the black sheep of the family in just about every way.
Especially because he liked boys instead of girls.
“You didn’t have to sit through this,” Alex said softly. Funerals were boring, when you weren’t close to the person being honored. Sometimes even when you were as close as having been nurtured in their womb. But that was a whole other thing, and Alex really didn’t want to think about it. He wasn’t really here for his mother, he was here for himself.
“But I’m glad you did. It means a lot. But we need to get out of here.” He gave a subtle glance toward his father. He could feel the man’s gaze boring holes in his skin.
Michael noticed the way Alex kept looking at the man that he assumed was Alex’s father. There was a tension there, Michael could practically feel it himself. Michael began to second guess his decision to come. This was a family thing. And Michael wasn’t family. Hell he wasn’t even a friend really.
But then Alex was saying how much it meant that he was there and a sense of relief washed over Michael. Not to mention the way his stomach twisted at those words. Which of course he ignored.
“You don’t need to stay?” Michael asked with a raised brow. He wasn’t sure what type of obligations came with a funeral. It was clear though that Alex didn’t want to stay at least. “I could use a drink,” he offered not caring that it was still fairly early in the day. Michael could always use a drink really, and he had a feeling after what Alex was dealing with he could use one too.
Alex shook his head. “I was never supposed to be here, so.” His father would notice that he left, sure. But only because he was keeping tabs on Alex. Probably waiting for him to show out in some way.
Showing out had never been Alex’s motivation. He preferred to fade into the background like some kind of wall flower when he was around his father. Leaving the premises all together was even more appealing. Leaving with Michael Guerin was almost a dream come true.
“And it’s like you’re reading my mind. I was just thinking I need a drink.” Because of the funeral, because of his father, because of his attraction to Michael. He felt drawn to the man in a way he couldn’t explain, and it terrified him at the same time it fascinated him.
“Let’s get out of here,” Alex said. He forced himself not to look for his father, but looked straight to the exit.
This was not how Michael was expecting his day to go. Hell he didn’t even expect to be going to a funeral let alone getting a drink with Alex after. But here he was, and he had to admit he was actually looking forward to having some time alone with Alex, not in a work or funeral setting. Or around all Alex’s friends from high school.
“You read my mind,” Michael said with a smirk as he lead the way to the parking lot. There were questions he wanted to ask. Comments Alex had made. He wasn’t supposed to be here. What the hell did that even mean? It was his own mother’s funeral after all. And what was with the looks with his dad? Michael probably wouldn’t ask him those questions. But they were there.
Right now he just wanted to get Alex the hell out of there. Because the look on Alex’s face, Michael just knew it was what he needed. Once outside he looked from his truck to Alex. “You need a ride? Or did you want to just meet there?”
Alex didn’t like the idea of leaving his car in a parking lot were his father would see it. The New York plates would give it away. On the other than that was an entirely too paranoid train of thought. Like his dad would bother to mess with his car. That sort of thing was beneath him.
“If it’s not too much trouble, I’ll hitch a ride with you,” Alex said. Maybe he should drive separately so he could bail out when he wanted to. If he felt like he was getting in over his head. But no. He’d said he’d ride with Michael because he wanted to be close to him.
He didn’t really understand the attraction, but it was...deep. Intense. Undeniable, though Alex would deny it if anyone tried to call him out on it. He’d deny it because he didn’t understand it. He barely knew the guy. They’d gone to the same school for like a year, over a decade ago. It was ludacris that Alex was still drawn to him after all these years.
Maybe he was just using Michael as a beacon. Something that wasn’t terrible in the past that he could cling to now. Any psychologist would have a field day analysing that. Alex didn’t even know what to make of it himself.
Riding together was perfectly fine with Michael. Which was of course why he had offered. He also had a pretty high tolerance and wasn’t sure if Alex wanted or needed to get drunk. Giving the other guy a ride seemed like a good idea. And yeah Michael wouldn’t mind spending a little more time with Alex either. Not that he would admit it.
“Nah,” Michael said nodding towards his truck since Alex didn’t exactly know what kind of car Michael had. Where Michael knew exactly where Alex’s car was given the whole having worked on it thing. Which, if he did end up needing a new car Michael could help him out. Both picking one and fixing it up if needed.
Michael walked around to the driver side climbing in. Once Alex was in Michael couldn’t help but feel just how close they were. Without realizing it he took a breath before starting up the car, heading to one of his favorite bars. “When you planning to go back to New York?” he asked still under the impression that Alex was leaving.
Alex snapped his seatbelt and settled in for the drive. He had half a mind to tell Michael to drive, just keep driving till they ran out of gas because coming back to California was a mistake and he just wanted to get out of town. But instead he drew a breath, and lay his hands in his lap.
“I’m not going back. I’m staying,” he said. “I’ve joined a band, if you can believe it, playing guitar. I don’t know if I’m really good enough, but I’m hoping it’ll give me a decent income until I can find a job.”
Again Michael felt a sense of relief wash over him. Alex was staying. He wasn’t sure why that made him feel so… warm, but it did. “Shit, really?” Michael asked keeping his eyes on the road. Michael knew plenty of bars in the area so it wouldn’t be that long of a drive.
“I didn’t realize I was in the presence of a rockstar,” he joked clearly impressed. “That’s awesome, Alex,” he went on a bit more serious and sincere. He even glanced over at him that sincerity in his eyes before he went back to driving. “What are you talking about? You were amazing back in high school.”
“Yeah, but I was in high school then,” Alex said. He wasn’t all that. At least, he didn’t think he was. He was just a guy who played because music relaxed him. When he played the guitar, or ven listened to music in the dark alone, he felt a peace he didn’t feel otherwise.
“I don’t know. I’m trying not to second guess myself. I mean. I made a commitment, so. I’m going to show up and follow through and hope I don’t make a complete jack ass of myself.” He probably would. He could already see it. He was going to freeze the moment he was supposed to play in front of people.
He sighed, and glanced at Michael, then away. “You should come. To the show this weekend.”
“Nah I’m sure you still got it,” Michael assured pulling into the parking lot of the bar. It had to be like riding a bike or something. Michael wouldn’t know though he wasn’t able to play anymore. Not since his hand was broken.
“Yeah,” Michael asked raising a brow before getting out of the truck. “I could do that.” He felt oddly excited at the idea of going to see Alex play. “What time?”
“Show starts at 8, I think,” Alex told him as he slid out of he car. “I’ll get you the details later,” he added. He wanted to double check the venue, make sure he didn’t give Michael the wrong information. He’d do that later. Not when they were about to walk into the bar.
Alex glanced at Michael as they walked up to the door. Going out to a bar with Michael Gerin was like his greatest high school wet dream. Well, the part that happened before the wet dream, anyway. It was kind of surreal for it to be the reality right now. But it was real, and not a dream, so Alex had no expectation that it would go further than hanging out, drinking at the club, and then going home. Or back to the church to get Alex’s car.
But damn, the fantasy was entirely too easy to imagine. The way Michael filled out his clothes, the tangle of curls like a mop on his head. Alex wanted to run his fingers through that hair. He wanted his lips to feel tingly and numb from Michael’s kisses.
He cleared his throat as they approached the door to go inside. Hopefully the indecency of his thoughts didn’t show on his face.
Walking through the parking lot Michael felt Alex’s proximity to him. It was oddly exhilarating but again something Michael just pushed to the side and ignored. Not sure where all this was coming from. Though he had a vague memory of feeling something similar back in high school.
Once inside he made his way over to the bar sitting down on one of the stools. He flagged the bartender down ordering himself a whiskey and whatever Alex wanted. Because yes it was on him. The other guy was having a bad day it was the least Michael could do really.
“So,” Michael began once they were settled. “How are you doing?” He wasn’t sure if Alex wanted to talk about what he was going through or just drink it away. Either way Michael was here for it.
“Can’t complain too much,” Alex said. The words felt heated and heavy on his tongue. He felt his tongue move across his lips, providing much needed moisture. And then he was leaning forward, just the slightest bit, one hand moving to brace against Michael’s thigh.
His eyes closed as his lips pressed against Michael’s. The moment felt surreal. He knew it was happening even as his mind was telling him not to do it, his heart and his instinct were all in. For better or worse, he was kissing Michael Guerin.
Michael’s brow furrowed, he was about to question that. Sure seemed to him like Alex would have a hell of a lof to complain about. But then before he could even process it Alex’s hand was on his thigh sending sparks of electricity with it.
His breath caught in his throat as Alex came closer. Next thing he knew Alex’s lips were on his. On his own instinct Michael returned the kiss, his hand moving to the side of Alex’s face. This was hardly the first time he had kissed a guy in a bar. But this felt different. He could feel something more there than just the usual lust. It terrified and excited him at the same time.
Alex was kind of regretting that he hadn’t done this in the truck. But here they were in the bar, surrounded by people and very much lacking privacy. Kissing was about as far as they could go at the moment, unless he dared to let his hand move up a little on Michael’s thigh.
He pulled back from the kiss to catch his breath, but then he was right back at it, unable to really pull away. He’d felt drawn to Michael all those years ago, when they’d been stupid teenaged boys who didn’t have much life ecperience behind them. Alex had been with a handful of guys since then, but he’d never felt anything like what he felt with his lips pressed against Michael’s, his tongue battling Michael’s for dominance.
Later, he might recall the sensation as a feeling of finally finding home.
Michael eagerly returned the kiss, not even realizing that this was exactly what he was missing. He let himself go, completely caught up in the moment. Not to mention Alex’s hand on his thigh which was doing things to him. If he was thinking properly he would have suggested they go back to his place, or his car at least, or hell even the damn bathroom. But all thoughts were gone from his mind. All he could do was live in this moment with Alex.
He didn’t even notice the bartender bring their drinks over. He was lost in the kiss, in the feeling of Alex’s lips against his, Alex’s tongue in his mouth, the way his skin felt under Michael’s hand. Eventually he had to come up for air. “Shit,” he muttered slightly in awe of what had just happened.
“That was…” Alex started, but then he didn’t really know what word would encompass what he meant to say. Wonderful felt over done, fabulous felt too gay, amazing felt flat. “Incredible,” he said after a moment, as if the one word made up its own sentence. It wasn’t quite the right word, but it was the best he could do on short notice.
It was a wonder he could think at all.
His tongue swiped across his lip, tasting Michael there. “Fuck. Michael, I…” want more than a kiss he thought. This was ten years over due, and he needed so much more than a kiss.
Michael’s eyes fell on Alex’s. More like locked on them. And he could feel that twinge of feelings building up inside him. Michael pushed those aside though instead choosing to focus solely on the lust. That was what he was good at. Everything else? Not so much.
Wordlessly he downed his drink, pulled some cash out of his wallet and slapped it down on the table. He removed Alex’s hand from his thigh because he wasn’t sure how much longer he could stand it there. Not while they were in public like this. However he did keep Alex’s hand in his and began to lead him out of the bar.
Alex followed Michael’s lead, taking a deep drink before abandoning his glass. He couldn’t take it with him, and if the choice was sit and finish the drink or go with Michael, well. That wasn’t really a choice at all. He curled his fingers around Michael’s hand, and mentally steeled his mind, shutting down all protests.
It was too soon, too fast. He knew he should pull back and slow it down if he wanted it to last, but he couldn’t make himself put on the brakes. He wanted, maybe even needed, this with Michael right now. He’d deal with what happened later when the time came. Right now, he wanted to focus on the moment.
His lips tingled from the sensation of the kiss. His palm felt heated where Michael held his hand. His knees felt like jelly, and his stomach seemed to be home to a colony of butterflies. And it was perfect. It was all perfect, because he was leaving a bar with Michael, and being with Michael was the only thing he could think about right then.
Michael took Alex lacing his fingers with Michael’s a sign that Alex wanted this too. Of course he had gotten that feeling from the moment Alex kissed him. But maybe that was as far as Alex wanted to go. Not everyone was as down for random hookups as Michael was. Because in Michael’s mind that was all this was going to be.
He led Alex straight to his truck, pausing to kiss him once they reached it. Deep and passionate. A hint of feelings seeping in with all the lust. Which Michael continued to ignore. Breaking the kiss he looked at Alex. “My place?” he questioned between heavy breaths. His voice was low and rough.
Alex nodded. “My place involves Mimi DeLuca, so…” yeah. He definitely didn’t want to go to his place. It wasn’t even his place, really. He was just staying there, with Maria. Alex did not want to think about Maria. Not now. Not when he could smell the alcohol Michael had hastily consumed just moments earlier.
“Your place,” Alex added after a beat. He wanted to see where Michael lived. He wanted to feel his back pressed against the walls, the softness of Michael’s mattress beneath him, as the hardness of Michael’s lean frame assaulted him...Hell, he felt his body reacting to the thoughts, the images, the promise of what was to come.
Michael knew Alex was staying with Maria. That Mimi would be there hadn’t occurred to him. Either way his place was the better option. He lived alone. Michael crashed his lips into Alex’s again unable to get enough. If he didn’t stop he was going to end up ripping Alex’s clothes off right here in the parking lot… in broad daylight.
“Fuck,” he breathed pulling away and quickly walking over to the drivers side getting in. Once Alex was in he wasted no time starting the car. This drive was going to be torture.
Alex had about as much restraint as Michael, just enough to get in the truck. His self control was raging a battle against his desires, but of course he wouldn’t do anything to distract Michael while he was driving. It wouldn’t do either of them any good if they ran off the road, or worse. Alex didn’t want to think about the worse-case-scenarios.
He wanted to get to Michael’s place, where ever that was, and once they were there he’d give in to the animalistic desires he was feeling. Ripping clothes, bodies crashing together. What was it about this guy, someone he’d vaguely known over a decade earlier and hadn’t seen for years, that drove Alex crazy? The only explanation he had was that it was some kind of cosmic connection, which was a flimsy explanation at best.
But it was all he had, because it was what he felt. He wanted to pull Michael’s shirt off with his teeth. He wanted to yank that belt off him and he didn’t care if he broke the zipper on his pants in his haste to get them off the man wearing them. He wanted to taste every inch of Michael, he wanted to feel every bit of him.
Michael was silent throughout the drive, keeping his eyes straight ahead. He couldn’t look over at Alex, the sexual tension between them was too damn much and Michael just wanted to get to his place so they could release it. Unfortunately the drive to his trailer was a lot longer than the drive to the bar, even with Michael breaking the speed limit on multiple occasions, luckily he didn’t get pulled over.
Finally they made it to the trailer park. Michael parked in front of his trailer and dared to look over at Alex. Leaning over his lips found Alex’s once again unable to wait any longer. Once he was somewhat satisfied, at least enough to get him into the trailer, he pulled away and climbed out of his truck.
His trailer wasn’t much but he was proud of it. It was the first place that was his. The first place that he could truly consider home. He made his way to the door unlocking it so they could get the fuck inside already.
The kiss when Michael parked the truck was almost Alex’s undoing. His hands tugged at Michael’s shirt, but then Michael was pulling away and he fumbled for the latch to open his door. He said a silent prayer that his legs held him up when he slid out of the truck.
He followed Michael to the trailer. He’d thought he’d want to look around, to see the space where Michael lived, but in the moment he didn’t take the time. He was too focused on Michael, on getting right down to business.
He was breathing heavy already, his heart racing in his chest.
Michael pulled Alex into the trailer, letting the door swing shut behind him. He wasted no time finding his lips. Hands already moving over Alex’s body in the process. He reached under the bottom the hem of his shirt tugging at it. Breaking the kiss to lift it up over Alex’s head. Michael took a moment to admire Alex’s body. He could feel his heart speed up, his pants tightening. How own breathing just as heavy as Alex’s.
Lips back on Alex’s he let his hands wander over the mans back, pulling him close as they moved throughout the trailer, closer to the back where the bed was. He let his hand make it’s way down to Alex’s ass giving it a good feel even through the other man’s jeans. Jeans that he couldn’t wait to tear off the guy. He had never wanted to see every inch of a man so badly before in his life. Another thought he pushed aside. This was just another hook up. Like all the rest.
Alex’s hands grasped and tugged, groped for a hold on anything he could reach. Moments after Michael stripped him of his shirt, he sought to do the same to Michael. His fingers trailed a path down Michael’s chest, to his waistband.
“Fuck,” he murmured, his breath hot with lust and need. He looked up to Michael’s face, leaned in to nip a kiss along the man’s jawline. He sucked in his breath as Michael’s hands worked at the front of his pants.
He felt no shame or embarrassment as his erection popped free. They were here for one reason, and he was all in.
Michael’s own pants were beginning to feel incredibly tight but he wasn’t worried about that right now. He just wanted Alex. He continued to yank the man’s jeans off pulling his boxers down with them. Enough for Alex to kick them off the rest of the way at least.
All thoughts left Michael’s mind. He was acting on pure desire. A desire he had never felt before. He pressed Alex against the wall, nipping at his neck, followed by a kiss on his jawline then lips moved to his ear. “I want you so bad,” Michael muttered his breath a whisper against Alex’s skin.
“I’m yours,” Alex murmured in response. Not a chance in hell he was going to fight it, or even argue for dominance. He easily, naturally, and fully defaulted to Michael for that. Maybe because he’d been beat down his whole life by the people who were supposed to love him and lift him up. Maybe he was just naturally the submissive type. It wasn’t like he was going to surrender and lay down to be used. Oh no. He was an active participant, giving as good as he got, but without much interest in taking the reins so to speak
He was hard, dripping, and aching. His heart pounded like a damn drum in his chest. His pulse raced. He could literally almost feel the blood in his veins, swirling with lust and desire and a desperate need to feel Michael against him and inside him. “Please…” he murmured, voice laced with wanton longing.
Michael could hear the longing in Alex’s voice, see how much he wanted Michael. It only served to turn Michael on even more. He couldn’t take it anymore, he had to take a step back from Alex in order to get his own jeans off, kicking them to the floor along with his boxers. Lips back on Alex’s he moved them to the bed, placing Alex down on it while he reached in the table by his bed for some lubricant and a condom.
He wasted no time preparing anticipation building by the second, growing harder by the second if that was even possible. Finally he slipped inside Alex, a moan escaping him. “Fuck,” he breathed bucking his hips as he began slow thrusts.
Alex closed his eyes for a moment as Michael led him to the bed. He wanted to seer this moment into his brain, to remember it for all time. It felt like everything was falling into place as it was meant to, and the moment it was everything Alex had ever dreamed of.
He watched Michael prep himself, his eyes heavy and glazed. He gasped as the other moved to take him, and the moment Michael slid home was the moment Alex felt whole for the first time in his life. His body reacted, spasming and grinding back to take Michael fully.
“Fuck...yes…” he murmured, his voice barely audible.
Something was different for Michael. This wasn’t like all the times in the past with other guys, other girls. There was a connection there that Michael never felt before. Where it had come from he had no idea. But he had to admit he liked it. A lot.
“Alex,” Michael’s breath was heavy as he bucked his hips again. He didn’t usually call out names, it always felt too intimate to him. But it felt right to say Alex’s name. “Shit,” he moaned not able to get much else out at the moment. All he could think about was how damn right it felt to be inside Alex.
Alex had only been with a handful of other people, all of them guys. Nothing compared to what he was feeling right now. All he could think was that it was amazing, perfect, beautiful. And entirely cosmic. He wasn’t sure why that word kept floating through his mind, but he kept coming back to it.
“Oh god, I’m...fuck…” Alex gripped the sheets, then made a grab at Michael’s shoulders. He felt like it was happening too fast. He wanted to slow down, and make the moment last.
There was no slowing down for Michael. This was all building up from the moment Alex put his hand on Michael’s thigh back at the bar. He was surprised he had held out as long as he had.
“You close?” Michael asked assuming that was what Alex’s previous cry was about. Which ugh just brought him even closer to his climax. But he did want to try and make this last. As much as he could at least.
“Fuck,” seemed to be the only word Alex could manage. He was close. He’d never gotten off so easily like this. He was so in tune with Michael, though, it felt entirely normal. His body shuddered, his muscles spasmed. “So close,” he purred, nails digging into Michael’s shoulder.
Alex’s nails on his shoulder were also driving him crazy. “Fuck,” Michael echoed Alex not able to say much else himself. His brain wasn’t exactly working at the moment. He let out a loud moan as he felt everything in him tighten and then released. “Alex,” he moaned out again overcome by the pleasure of it all.
Alex was right there with him. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he might have blacked out for a moment, as everything seemed to explode inside his head. Pleasure washed over him in wave after wave as he felt Michael’s release.
He attempted to murmur Michael’s name, but all that came out was a low growl. He all but melted against the mattress, his entire body going limp, fully spent and still spasming with aftershocks of pleasure.
Michael pulled out collapsing next to Alex. He was completely spent. And most of it was due to all the anticipation. Though he had to admit the actual event had held up. He felt a warmness he had never felt before and a little… fluttery.
“That,” Michael panted when he was finally able to get words out. “Was not how I thought today was going to go,” he added rolling over on his side so he could look at Alex. Even leaning over to give him another kiss, sweet and tender. Again not something he usually did and he hadn’t even realized he was doing it. It just came out of pure instinct.
Alex gave a soft, contented sigh. He couldn’t remember the last time he ever felt so satisfied. The anticipation, the build up, the act itself. Everything had been perfect. Aside from starting out somewhere other than the funeral, he wouldn’t have changed a thing.
Well, maybe he would have skipped the bar and maybe he would have made out a little in the truck. But honestly, it had all worked out, and it had all worked out beautifully. Eery little detail seemed to have fallen into place.
Almost like fate. “Me either. This is definitely the part of today I want to remember.” He moved a hand, a single finger grazing across Michael’s skin. His hand stilled when Michael kissed him, soft and sensual. Just one more thing that felt perfect.
Alex’s finger was still sending bolts of electricity through Michael's body. How was that even possible? He wanted more of it. Not more of the sex, though he wouldn’t mind that either. But more of just Alex in general. Definitely not a feeling he was used to.
“Mm,” Michael agreed pulling away from the kiss. He propped himself up on his elbow looking at Alex. Damn, he was so attractive. More so than he had been in high school. And Michael had found him plenty attractive back then, he just never acted on it. “Glad I could turn the day around for you,” he said this time it was his turn to run a finger over Alex’s chest feeling the beating of the other man’s heart beneath his hand. He didn’t want to ruin the moment. (Since when did he even have moments?) But still he wanted to know. Needed to know. “Are you okay though?” he asked not so much referring to the sex but the whole mom dying, funeral, and whatever the hell the tension was between Alex and his father.
Alex lay on his back, looking up at Michael. He liked the view. He could get used to this position. This feeling. This...connection. He closed his eyes when Michael asked if he was okay, and he felt a little of the magic of the moment ebb away because the question brought him back to the present. To awareness of a world that existed beyond this bed and Michael pressed against him.
“Yeah. I am.” He didn’t want to talk about his mother, her death, or what it meant to him. He sure as hell didn’t want to talk about his father, their history, or what it meant to Alex to be back in California where his father could squash him like a bug any time he wanted to. Just by existing. “Are you?” he asked, to shift the focus, to take the attention off himself.
Michael wasn’t sure why he had asked that question. Why he even cared. And even with Alex’s eyes closed he could see something flicker over his features. He knew there was a lot more there a lot going on. It made Michael’s heart twist and not in a good way. A feeling he didn’t like and wanting nothing more than to ignore. Just like everything else.
“More than okay,” Michael replied a devilish grin on his face. That was more than enough talking. There were other things they could be doing. Which was precisely why he rolled over on top of Alex, lips finding the other man’s once again.