Alex Manes [Roswell New Mexico] (coldestreality) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-05-08 20:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alex manes, michael guerin |
Who: Michael Guerin and Alex Manes
What: Not so random random encounter
Where: Bar/Michael’s Truck/Michael’s Trailer
When: Friday, May 1
Warnings: Sexual Situations
Status: Closed
Michael had taken Alex to a bar after the funeral. They hadn’t been there long, and the place hadn’t been much to write home about, but every day since, Alex had returned to the bar hoping to see Michael. He felt pathetic, even as he parked his car in the lot and headed inside, scanning for Michael’s truck as he walked.
He had never thought of himself as desperate before, he’d certainly never stalked known hangouts of someone he liked in hopes of seeing them. But then, no one had ever gotten under his skin the way Michael had. It was almost like he needed to see those curls in order to breathe, and yet he continued to breathe somehow even without seeing the man.
He sighed, sliding into the booth where they’d sat the other day. With a little luck, maybe today would be the day Michael came in.
Michael hadn’t seen Alex since the day of his mother’s funeral. He tried not to think about the other guy too much. And he definitely wasn’t about to contact them. Whatever that thing was between them Michael wasn’t ready for it. So he focused on work and drinking and random sex. Pushing all thoughts of Alex from his mind, or at least trying like hell to.
Why he ended up at the bar they went to together that day he had no idea. He had shown up without even thinking, almost as though he was being drawn to it. Drawn to the place that had led to… everything after. When he walked inside and saw Alex he froze.
Breath caught in his throat. God the guy was even hotter than he remembered and it had only been a few days since the last time he saw him. The thought of leaving never even crossed his mind. His feet seemed to carry him right over to Alex. “Hey,” he said with a nod.
“Hey.” Alex wanted to play this cool. Like he hadn’t been sitting there watching the door, hoping against hope that Michael would come in. Now that Michael was there, though, he wasn’t sure what to say.
“You can sit,” he said, gesturing to the empty seat. What else could he say? He felt like he should say something, but he felt like anything he said would fall short. Or sound stupid. He felt stupid.
He also felt a tingling in his core. He felt the first twinge of arousal the moment he saw Michael. And now that he was close, it took every ounce of Alex’s self control not to throw himself at him.
“Long time no see,” Michael joked as he slid into the booth sitting across from Alex at the invitation. He felt electric being this close to Alex again. Why exactly had he not sought the guy out? Oh yeah that strange feeling in his stomach.
“You come here often?” another joke. Of course Michael had no idea that Alex did in fact come here often. Had been here a number of times since the last time they saw each other. Michael was mostly referring to the fact that they had been here a few days ago and now they were here again.
Alex wasn’t fooled by the casual, joking manner of Michael’s speech. He was well aware that Michael was using humor to cover something up. But what? He didn’t need to be nervous. He’d give him awkward. They had engaged in what turned out to be mind blowing sex just a few days ago, and this was the firstthey’d seen each other since.
Not for lack of trying on Alex’s part. Aside from sitting in the bar hoping for days that Michael would show up, he’d gone by the trailer once, and had driven by Michael’s shop more times than he wanted to admit hoping for a glimpse of him. Was he obsessed? Was he stalking?
God, he hoped not.
“Nah. Only been here a few times,” he said. Because like hell he was going to admit to the waiting he’d been doing. He felt like such a pathetic loser, and it was a total bummer to fee that way now that Michael was actually right there, and sitting with him.
Humor was how Michael handled most situations. Well or anger. Which there was no reason for right now. He didn’t know why but he had a feeling that Alex would ever give him a reason to be angry. Which was saying a lot given Michael had a short temper.
Michael merely nodded at Alex’s reply, though he did see something on Alex’s face. He just wasn’t sure what. He didn’t make much of it though, there was no reason to. “Well,” he began smirk forming on his face. “I’m glad you’re here now.”
“Yeah,” Alex said. God, he felt like a fool. He was trying so hard to seem casual, but his insides were fluttering like a damn hurricane was brewing in his gut. “Same. I mean, you know. Glad you’re here.”
What he really wanted was to be somewhere else. Somewhere like Michael’s trailer. Specifically on his back on the bed in Michael’s trailer. With Michael doing his thing to Alex. Because holy hell, they fit together like pieces of a puzzle, like nothing Alex had ever experienced before.
Michael wasn’t entirely sure what was going on with Alex. He seemed unsure of himself. Or maybe he wasn’t sure if he actually wanted Michael to be there. Hell maybe he didn’t even want Michael there and just didn’t know how to say it. The thought almost made Michael frown, but he wasn’t about to let his disappointment show.
“You sure?” he asked instead, brow raised. “Because I could go.” Now that he was here though that was the last thing that he wanted. Yeah he may have spent the last few days whatever he could to distract himself from Alex. But now that the man was right in front of him, Michael couldn’t deny how much he actually wanted to be around the guy.
“I’m sure,” Alex said. He glanced down at his drink and ran his finger across the rim of his glass. A million thoughts careened through his brain, crashing on top of each other, spinning wildly with all sorts of scenarios trying to play out simultaneously.
A moment later, his lips were pressed against Michael’s, without Alex consciously deciding to do it. He was half draped across the table, one hand bracing himself the other snaking into the mop of Michael’s curls.
Despite what Alex was saying, Michael wasn’t totally convinced. But he wanted to stay so he didn’t move. Eyes remained on Alex, watching intently as the other man ran his finger over his glass. He should probably get a drink of his own. That had been intention when he first arrived after all. Before he saw Alex and got distracted.
Before he would make a move, Alex was leaning across the table capturing his lips. Michael wasted no time responding, leaning over the table himself so it wasn’t as much of a stretch for Alex. His hand reached for Alex’s chest clutching his shirt in an attempt to pull him closer. What was it about Alex Manes that Michael couldn’t seem to resist? He didn’t know and at the moment he really didn’t care.
What was it about this man, this one man, that made Alex forget all reason and everything else? His hand slid against Michael’s neck, feeling his pulse in his throat. He wanted to consume him, become one with him, and he didn’t even care that they were in the bar, in public.
He did have the good sense not to go any further than desperate, wanton kisses though. “Take me back to your place,” he murmured against Michael’s lips. The last thing he wanted was an interruption, but they were in public where indecency was a criminal act.
Alex didn’t have to as Michael twice. He was beyond ready to get the hell out of the bar. “Thought you’d never ask,” Michael smirked. However instead of moving to get up he leaned in for one more kiss, gently tugging on Alex’s lip with his teeth as he pulled away.
“Let’s go,” he was already getting up. He knew if he stayed there another second he would just end up kissing Alex again. He didn’t hold the man’s hand as they walked out of the bar this time. He wasn’t sure what more contact would lead to at the moment.
Once outside, Alex’s eyes scanned for Michael’s truck. The thought of driving separately and taking his car didn’t even occur to him. He followed cues from Michael to find the truck quickly, and headed toward it in perfect step with Michael.
“I have this insane desire to offer to blow you off right here in the parking lot,” he admitted, and felt foolish for saying it out loud, but there it was. He felt like he couldn’t get enough, like he was drawn to Michael like a moth to a flame.
Michael raised a brow and licked his lips at that comment. “I don’t remember you being this blunt in high school,” he commented smirk on his face. Granted he hadn’t talked to Alex all that much in high school. More just noticed him. But then he didn’t really talk to anyone that much back then, apart from Max and Isobel.
“Maybe we should wait until we’re at least in the truck,” he added smirk not leaving his face. Because well he certainly wouldn’t be opposed… and it would make the drive back to his less of a torture than the last time.
“I didn’t know what I wanted in high school,” Alex replied. It was truth, mixed with a bit of distraction from the whole truth. Because in high school he’d been under his father’s thumb still. Terrified to act on his interest in other boys, because he knew his father would try to beat the gay out of him if he found out.
Alex was practically thrumming with anticipation by the time he climbed into the truck. He had every intention of following through on his suggestion if Michael really wanted it. It wouldn’t do much to relieve his aching need, but he could suffer with it for the drive back to Michael’s place. He was more interested in getting Michael off than indulging his own wanton desire at the moment.
The walk around to his side of the car felt way too long. But finally he climbed in to the driver’s side shutting and locking both doors. He had no idea if Alex was serious or not. But Michael kind of hoped he was. The idea of waiting for anything until they got back to his place was torture. Last time was more than enough of that.
He dared a glance over at Alex, not attempting to start the car just yet. “And what do you want now?” he questioned referring back to the conversation they were having about high school. Well not so much a conversation as a few comments, but still. He wanted that answer.
“I seriously want to blow you,” Alex answered. He was not the type to go down on a partner in the cramped uncomfortable space of a truck cab. And yet. And yet, he wanted to do just that at the moment. Because it was Michael, though his brain stopped short of explaining why that mattered, and what made Michael so different.
He looked up, looked to Michael’s face. “I want you.” To the exclusion of all else, he thought, but didn’t say that part out loud. He knew it was crazy. It was intense. It was borderline stalking, and yet it was what he felt. He couldn’t explain it, he didn’t have the words to explain it. He had the feelings, though, and they felt deeply rooted.
Michael had no issues getting a blow job in his truck. He had plenty of hook ups in cramped places over the years. He didn’t go home with everyone he met in a bar after all. So if that was truly what Alex wanted, Michael wasn’t about to object. He hadn’t forgotten how hard (in both senes of the word) the drive back to his place last time had been.
And then Alex added that he wanted Michael. There was something about the look in his eyes that Michael couldn’t resist. He reached out placing a hand on Alex’s face and pulling him close letting their lips crash together, not just in lust but in passion too. A passion that wasn’t purely sex driven, there were feelings there too on Michael’s part at least.
The feelings were there for Alex too. Deeply rooted, and completely without explanation. He didn’t understand it, and didn’t want to try to understand it in the moment. He let those feelings carry him as he kissed Mchael.
Whatever this was, they were going to have to talk about it at some point and try to suss it out. That time was not now, though, because words had a way of ruining a good moment. Alex closed his eyes, surrendering himself to the physical sensations of kissing Michael, and that undefined connection between them.
And if his hand moved to work the front of Michael’s pants, well, he had promised the guy a blow.
Talking was the last thing on Michael’s mind at the moment. All he could think about was Alex and how badly he wanted him. Michael’s hand tangled in Alex’s hair, lips remaining locked to his even as Alex’s hands worked his pants. Once they were undone he reluctantly pulled away, because man he loved kissing Alex. But he had a very pressing need that Alex’s mouth was about to take care of.
Wordlessly his eyes locked onto Alex’s, filled with lust. He bit down on his bottom lip, the anticipation practically killing him.
Alex held Michael’s lust filled gaze for a moment before he bent his head. His tongue slid across his lips before his mouth closed in on Michael. This wasn’t his usual scene, he’d never actually performed a blow job in a car like this before. The area was cramped, not really designed for this kind of physical feat, but Alex wasn’t deterred.
He took Michael’s length to his throat, his tongue moving around the shaft. He moaned softly, and tilted his head, lifting his eyes to look up at Michael.
Michael couldn’t help but move his hips upward. It was an impulse. He just couldn’t wait to feel Alex’s lips around him. And then finally they were. He couldn’t help but let out a moan of his own. A bit louder than Alex’s soft moan too. But whatever, he was the one getting pleasured after all. Alex was so damn eager and giving. It made Michael want him all the more. And want to return the favor which he would, after. In his truck or back at his place. Whatever Alex wanted.
He couldn’t think about right now though. All he could focus on was the pleasure he was feeling from Alex’s lips and tongue. His hand moved back to Alex’s head, tangling in his hair. Not pushing down on him too much, but he just loved feeling whatever bit of Alex he could. “Mmm.” Michael murmured when Alex looked up at him. He met his gaze dead on - damn he could get lost in those eyes. “Don’t stop.”
Alex had no intention of stopping. Why would he? He continued doing what he was doing, working Michael over with the skill of someone who had a little experience. He shifted his tongue, used his lips to caress and stroke and pull Michael toward release.
Giving blow jobs wasn’t his favorite thing to do, but he felt so in tune with Michael that it just felt right. It would ease the tension between them for the drive back to Michael’s place, which was definitely a plus.
With each flick of Alex’s tongue Michael came closer to his sweet release. Experienced or not it was one of the best blow jobs Michael had ever experienced, simply because it was Alex. In his cramped truck none the less. God what was happening to him?
Another moan escaped him, louder than the last one. “Shit,” he managed to get out. His hand helping to guide Alex along. He wanted to savor every damn moment of this, even though he knew he was getting close.
When the moment came, Alex was ready for it. He swallowed, rather than spit, which was probably for the best in the truck. He pulled off with a satisfying rush of air as he drew in a breath and sat up, a hand braced against Michael’s thigh so he could get his bearings.
“Fuck.” His tongue slid across his lips, savoring the taste.
Why the hell was Alex licking the taste of Michael from his lips so damn hot? It was almost enough to get Michael going again, well that and Alex’s hand on his thigh. As pleasurable as that all was he wanted to get Alex back to his place already where they had more room, could do so much more.
“You keep your hand there and I’m going to need another blow job soon,” Michael only half joked as he fixed his pants, zipping them back up before Alex turned him on enough to make them too tight again. “You good?” he asked his hand moving to Alex’s pants now because he would happily return the favor if Alex didn’t want to wait till they got back to the trailer.
“I’m good.” He was aching with need. But he could wait. The sooner they got to Michael’s trailer, the sooner he’d get the reward. He had no doubt Michael would take care of his needs when they got there.
“I just want to get back to your place.” He sort of wished they could go to his place too, but considering where he was living that was not a good idea. The trailer was their best option. It was small, but not so cramped as the cab of Michael’s truck, and it would do just fine.
If that was what Alex wanted Michael was happy to comply. He let his hand drop, resting on Alex’s thigh as he leaned over to give him one more kiss, because well Michael just couldn’t help himself. There was a small smirk on his face as he pulled away. “As you wish.”
With that Michael started up the car and began the drive back to his trailer. He knew it wasn’t much but Michael wasn’t ashamed. In fact he was proud of where he lived. That he finally had a place to call his own. And he was more than happy to take Alex back there.
It was more than Alex had. He had a crappy car, and not much else. He’d lived with Maria in New York. He lived with Maria now. He’d never had a place of his own. Not that he minded living with Maria. On the contrary, it was kind of ideal for them both. And especially for him, now that he was back in the town where he’d grown up, where his father and his brothers still lived.
He was absolutely not going to think about his father now. Oh hell no. He was going to focus his thoughts on the man beside him. What was it about Michael Guerin that Alex just couldn’t get enough of him? It was all he could do to keep his hands to himself while Michael was driving, and it took every ounce of his will power not to tell Michael to pull over, he’d changed his mind, he wanted it right there, right now.
The drive back to his place still felt extremely long. Not as bad as last time though, at least for him. Though he couldn’t help but think about what was to come which was making his pants tight once again. He kept his eyes on the road not daring to look over at Alex. He had a feeling he wouldn’t be able to resist the guy.
He remained silent for most of the drive. Even without talking he still felt connected to Alex. He had no idea how this was happening but it was. After what felt like forever they made it back to his place. Michael parked his truck in front of the trailer and finally dared a glance over at Alex.
Alex was all but scrambling to get out of the truck, and into the trailer. He managed a glance at Michael, though, and god, he was so damn horn, so aroused he could barely think straight. He felt his erection throbbing, straining desperately.
“Inside, now,” he barked, more of an order than he intended it to be. He got the feeling Michael didn’t really mind, though. Maybe he even thought it was hot. Alex didn’t know and didn’t care. He just wanted to get inside, get naked, and get satisfied.
Michael definitely thought it was hot. He liked a guy that knew what he wanted, especially if what he wanted was Michael. And even if it came out as an order Michael could also hear the desperation in Alex’s voice. Not that he could blame him, That ride had been hell last time and it was still pretty torturous for Michael this time as well even with getting off before hand. So yeah he was more than happy to oblige and take care of Alex’s needs… and then probably his own again.
“Bossy,” he commented with a smirk quickly climbing out of the truck and going to unlock the trailer letting Alex follow him inside.
“I have a demanding streak, what can I say.” He could be demanding. When he knew what he wanted. And what he wanted was Michael. Right here, right now. Following Michael into the trailer, he was already tugging at his clothes. He felt like he was wearing entirely too many layers with just a jacket and a shirt.
“I don’t know what it is about you.” Shirtless, he moved in for a kiss. “But you drive me wild.”
Michael couldn’t help but let his eyes wander over Alex’s body, his own arousal growing. He wasted no time returning Alex’s kiss, his hands moving down to Alex’s jeans already working the zipper.
“You know,” Michael began when the kiss broke. “I could say the same about you.” But then his lips were back on Alex’s unable to get enough of the guy. Hands continued to work the other man’s jeans, pulling them down as much as he could.
Alex groaned, and rolled his hips against Michael’s hand. Words were suddenly unavailable to him, somewhere beyond his reach. All he could do was moan and grunt and whimper to communicate his desire.
It seemed to be enough. His hands tugged and pulled, yanking Michael’s clothes at the same time he was desperately trying to get out of his own. Fuck, clothes were a pain in the ass at times like this, but once that annoyance was taken care of, he was right back at Michael, pressing against him, seeking friction hard and fast.
Once Alex got his jeans down enough Michael fully stepped out of them, kicking them off to the side, his shirt had already been tossed somewhere in his trailer. He had no idea where nor did he care at the moment. With their bodies pressed together Michael’s hand moved to the side of his face, feeling the roughness of his jawline beneath his palm.
Slowly he pulled his lips away from Alex’s. Hand leaving Alex’s face to push his curls out of his eyes fully taking Alex in once again. He was so damn hot. Lips moved to Alex’s jawline now where his hand had been moments ago. He placed a kiss there slowly moving down to his neck, sucking a bit but not enough to leave a mark, no matter how much he wanted to. To make it known Alex was his. Lips continued to move down Alex’s body, kissing the muscles of his chest and those abs, continuing to go lower and lower until Michael was on his knees, lips ready to take Alex in.
Alex looked down at him, his eyes glassy with lust. He nodded and his hands slid against Michael’s head, fingers tangling in those soft, bountiful curls. Alex’s knees bucked a bit, and he was grateful for the solid wall behind him. It was the only thing keeping him upright, because the moment Michael’s lips were on him he could have gone down in a puddle of goo.
His hips rolled forward, though he resisted the urge to fully thrist against that hot mouth engulfing him. His eyes closed, his fingers scraped Michael’s scalp. He groaned softly.
Michael took Alex in his mouth. His lips and tongue began to work him over. Michael’s hand rested on the wall next to Alex, helping Michael to stabilize himself as he took more of Alex in his mouth.
The man’s hands in his hair, brushing along his scalp felt incredibly good and Michael let Alex guide him as his tongue continued to stroke Alex.
Alex had more self control than a rookie teenager, but fuck if he wasn’t instantly on the edge. God, there was pure magic in Michael’s touch, and it electrified every nerve in Alex. He wasn’t going to be able to last long, and in the end he didn’t try. He tried to give a little warning before he climaxed, and the orgasm ripped through him in wave after wave of pleasure and undulating hips.
“Fuck..” he murmured. His legs were barely holding him up.
It was Michael’s turn to swallow now. He had to admit he was thoroughly enjoying the taste of Alex. He took a moment, catching his own breath and licking his lips before standing back up. His eyes locking in on Alex’s.
“Next time,” Michael began, small smile forming on his face. “Maybe we skip the bar.” Clearly they couldn’t keep their hands off each other and well Michael was over the car rides full of sexual tension.
“Seems that would be a wise choice.” Alex was in agreement. The car rides from the bar to Michael’s trailer were over rated. Not that he objected to blowing Michael off in the cab of his truck. But he’d rather skip that and go right for the heart of things in the trailer.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous, you know that?” Alex really just wanted to let his legs fall out from under him, but now that Michael was on his feet, he pressed forward instead, claiming those full red lips in a kiss.
Michael wasn’t exactly use to those type of compliments, especially afterwards. He didn’t know what to say but luckily Alex’s lips were back on his before he could even begin to respond. Which was perfectly fine by him.
Lips still locked on Alex’s he peeled the man away from the wall, wrapping arms around him he guided them over to the bed where there was much more fun to be had.