Alex Manes [Roswell New Mexico] (coldestreality) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-08-01 22:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, alex manes, michael guerin |
Who: Michael Guerin and Alex Manes
What: Talking
Where: The Airstream
When: Last month
Warnings: Rated M for mature audiences
Status: Closed, Complete
Alex was waiting for Michael at his Airstream when he got off work, just sitting in a lawn chair with his phone in his hand. He’d discovered some stupid game, he tried to convince himself he wasn’t really invested in it, but he was playing it somewhat obsessively. It gave him something to do when he felt like he couldn’t do much else.
He looked up when Michael pulled up, and it reminded him he needed to get a new car. But could he even drive, nw? He’d lost half his right leg, his driving foot was gone. He could walk on the prosthetic, but could he drive? He wouldn’t be able to feel the pedals, so...he didn’t know. He needed to look into that, because he was sure other people with prosthetic legs drove.
He pushed those thoughts from his mind and lurched awkwardly to his feet. It took him a moment to catch his balance. He had an arm crutch propped against the chair, but it fell to the ground and he didn’t really need it anyway. “Hey.”
Michael wasn’t sure what to think about the whole having powers thing. There were definitely worse things that could have happened to him, like losing a leg. He just wished he could get better control of them. It had taken a while in the dreams but he was a kid learning them. Now he was an adult, he should have more control over his emotions and his powers. He had practiced a bit with Isobel. He was learning but he didn’t always have control over when things dropped, which was frustrating as hell. But at least he wasn’t unintentionally making anything move.
After closing up the garage he headed back to his airstream, not at all surprised that Alex was there. They had said they would talk later. Apparently now was the time. Max’s texts had worried him a bit. But he didn’t think Alex would do anything to hurt him. In the dreams or here. Michael did trust him. Which was saying a lot considering he didn’t usually trust people.
“Hey,” he said with a nod as he climbed out of the truck making his way to the airstream. He opened the door, walking inside and letting Alex follow behind him. Wordlessly he went to the fridge, grabbing them each a beer, he handed Alex’s over before popping the top of his own and taking a sip.
“How was work?” It wasn’t that Alex didn’t care. He did. But that wasn’t why he was here. He asked the question because it was the polite thing to do. Because it was a social norm to ask how someone’s day was.
He sipped his beer, grateful for it because it gave him something to occupy his hands since his phone was stashed away in his pocket. He wasn’t going to have it out now, anyway.
“It was fine,” Michael said taking a seat at the small table, leaning back in his seat as he took another drink. “Isobel stopped by for a bit.” That wasn’t unusual though. She usually came by to bring him some type of food at least once a week. Probably didn’t think he would eat well otherwise, which was probably true. Still he left out the part about testing his powers. While Alex obviously knew about Michael’s powers, he didn’t exactly want to share Isobel and Max’s secret. That wasn’t his place. “How was your day?”
“Anticlimactic,” Alex answered. He was learning how to cope with his missing leg. Every day seemed to be a new challenge, but it wasn’t keeping him from living his life. He was just having to make adjustments here and there, and occasionally had to relearn something he’d taken for granted before.
He wasn’t here for pleasantries. Small talk wasn’t his thing, or Michael’s. He was here to talk, tough. To discuss things. To get things out in the open, and make sure they were on the same page. So why was it so hard to get down to it? He just had no clue where to start. How to start.
“So. I like you. A lot. I don’t care that you can move shit with your mind. I mean, I do. But. It doesn’t affect how I feel about you. It’s just...something you can do. Like I can, I don’t know. Hop on one foot across a room.” Not nearly the same thing, not even a close comparison, but he was trying to make a point.
Alex’s point was made. Losing his leg hadn’t changed the way Michael felt about him. So it did make sense that the fact that Michael now had telekinetic powers didn’t change the way Alex felt. Although Alex didn’t know that Michael was probably an alien. That would sure change his feelings. It had to. Hell Michael didn’t even know why Alex liked him in the first place. No one had ever really given a shit about him before. Except Max and Isobel, and even with them he was always the third wheel. Even those years they weren’t getting along, Michael still knew their bond would come before anything else.
“That’s not all,” Michael said ignoring the comment about how Alex liked him for now. “There’s more to it than just moving things with my mind.” He wasn’t sure if he was about to tell Alex this because he wanted the guy to know everything, or because he wanted to push Alex away. Either way he did at least trust that Alex wouldn’t tell anyone. That he wouldn’t let Michael get experimented on. Despite what Max had said. “I’m not - I don’t think I’m completely human.” Or human at all.
Alex arched a brow at that. He didn’t expect that kind of statement. But what, really, did it mean? The dreams were a curious thing. Alex was living proof that what happened in the dreams and what was truth in the dreams could become part of the waking reality. He’d lost half his leg, and he’d woken up after it was healed up and he was able to use a prosthetic.
“You’re...what then? Some kind of otherworldly creature?” What sort of beings could move things with their minds? “A mutant? An alien?” Either one was absurd, but not out of the realm of possibility. Alex had been reading the Valar network long enough to realise things were not always cut and dry. This was a world unto itself, and the impossible was very possible in the OC.
Well Alex had guessed it. Along with a few other things. But Michael had a feeling he knew the real answer. “Our dreams take place in Roswell,” he finally said, eyes focussing in on Alex as he let that information sink in. He watched Alex process, waiting for the moment for what he was to click in to place, unsure of what the man’s reaction was going to be. And yeah maybe even a little bit nervous for it.
It didn’t take long. Once his brain processed that they were in fact dreaming about living in Roswell, site of the infamous UFO crash and supposed government cover up. “You’re...okay. Well. That’s...definitely different.”
He really didn’t know what to think. He was definitely a bit shocked, but not in a horrified way. It was just...who Michael was, apparently. “It’s...I don’t know what I’m supposed to say here, but it’s not like that’s going to be the final straw that pushes me away.”
“Say whatever you want, Alex.” Michael replied trying his best to keep his anger in check. He knew it was a lot to take in. And yeah, maybe Alex was still processing. But still Michael didn’t want Alex to hold anything back. Whatever Alex thought and felt about it all, Michael wanted to know. He needed to know. Even if it hurt.
“I’d understand if it did,” Michael added, a bit calmer now. Hell even without the alien thing he didn’t understand why Alex kept coming back. Why anyone would.
“It doesn’t change the fact that I like you. So what, you’re an alien in your dreams and it’s bleeding over into this life. I lost my leg in the dreams and woke up with the injury. It doesn’t change who I am, fundamentally. I like you. And I guess you’re just going to have to get used to that, because it’s truth.”
He didn’t know, or at least couldn’t put into worlds, what it was about Michael. It was a connection, cosmic as they’d said in the dreams, or otherwise. It was a connection, it was real. Alex couldn’t explain it, but lack of explanation didn’t mean he could deny it. He couldn’t, because he felt it deep in his soul. Like it was part of who and what he was.
He didn’t even feel that strongly about his family. But then, he hated most of them. One of his brothers wasn’t so bad, but his father was the worst. Alex felt nothing but hatred for his dad. What he felt for Michael was the opposite. It was pure and unconditional and it defied words because it just was.
“You need to stop saying that,” Michael said, his eyes locking in on Alex’s. He didn’t deserve Alex’s affection. Or anyone's really, but especially Alex’s. Still he stood making his way over to Alex. Because as much as he feel like he didn’t deserve them, those words still did something to him. He couldn’t respond in the same way. Instead he just crashed his lips into Alex’s. That was something he could definitely do.
“I can’t just…” Alex started, but what was his argument? It didn’t matter, because whatever protest he was going to try and make was cut off by Michael’s lips crashing against his. That, he could deal with. That made sense to hime. That felt real.
He knew Michael felt he didn’t deserve Alex’s affections Hell, Alex wasn’t sure he deserved it either. But it wasn’t something he could turn off, and he didn’t want to turn it off. He liked Michael. He liked being with Michael, he liked talking to him and getting to know him, and sharing his deepest, darkest parts with him. There was a connection there that defied logic and reality, and Alex wasn’t willing to sever that just because there weren’t words to describe and explain it.
It had been Michael’s idea to talk about everything. His powers, the way Alex felt about him. But now that it was happening he didn’t know how. At least when it came to the feelings part. Talking about his powers was easy enough. There were only so many answers he could give. But he didn’t know how to handle the way Alex felt about him. The connection that they had. What he did know how to do was show him.
Michael deepened the kiss. His arm wrapped around Alex, pulling him close and feeling that ass of his. He may not be good at expressing how he felt with words. But he could sure as hell express it physically.
Alex definitely appreciated the way that Michael showed how he felt. He murmured a soft sigh into the kiss, and shifted his hips, pressing against Michael. The fact he hadn’t rejected Alex after he’d lost his leg, and the fact he trusted Alex enough to tell him he was an alien went a long way too.
Alex’s hands tugged at Michael’s shirt, feeling they were both over dressed all of a sudden.
They usually were overdressed when they were together. At least at the beginning. Clothes never seemed to stay on for too long. Michael broke the kiss letting Alex pull his shirt off over his head. Once Michael’s shirt was off he pulled Alex’s off as well and tossing it aside.
His hands moved down to Alex’s jeans, unbuttoning them but leaving them on for now. Lips found Alex’s again. His arms wrapped back around Alex leading him over to the bed.
Alex didn’t resist. Why would he? He couldn’t resist Michael. And he wanted to be led to the bed. He might be self conscious about his leg, but he didn’t get hung up on it with Michael because Michael had been with him when it happened. Michael had seen the ugly stump when it first appeared. There was no point in being twitchy about it with him.
Alex slid down to the mattress, hands groping to pull Michael down with him, barely breaking the kiss.
Once on the bed Michael parted his lips with Alex’s, grazing his teeth along Alex’s lower lip as he pulled away. He placed a few kisses on Alex’s jawline, making his way to his ear. “God, I want you,” Michael muttered, lips gently rubbing against his ear as he spoke. He pulled away again, sitting up enough to pull off Alex’s jeans. Then he went to Alex’s leg, removing the prosthetic with care. He knew Alex was more comfortable without it. And well he didn’t really need it right now. Michael was more than happy to do most of the work. He placed it down next to the bed where Alex could easily reach it, before his lips made their way back to Alex’s.
Alex murmured a soft sign in response to Michael’s words. He wanted him, too. Always, it seemed, every moment of every day. Whether they were together or not.
The moment Michael went for the prosthetic, Alex tensed. He drew and released a breath, and forced himself to relax. He trusted Michael, and honestly, he was more comfortable without the prosthetic. Maybe because he had been thrust into it and hadn’t really had time to adjust at all before he needed it, he didn’t know. But he loathed the thing at the same time he knew he needed it.
Alex slid his arms around Michael’s neck, and adjusted himself beneath Michael. “Take me, then,” he murmured, eyes shifting to look at Michael’s face for a moment.
Michael knew Alex was still adjusting to his leg. That it was all still difficult for him. Which was completely understandable. But Michael just wanted Alex to be comfortable. To be able to relax and be himself. Like Michael was trying to do with the whole powers thing. The leg didn’t bother Michael, it was just part of who Alex was.
“Mm,” Michael replied eyes locking on to Alex, that intense seriousness behind them. “That what you want?”
“It’s a start.” Alex let a hand drift down to Michael’s hip. “But I’m hoping for a little more action.” he smirked. He knew Michael would provide, he was just being coy.
Well if Alex wanted Michael to take him, Michael certainly wasn’t going to argue. He went in for another kiss before rolling Alex over, positioning him at the edge of the bed. Michael finished removing his own pants and got himself ready before entering Alex.
Alex held Michael’s gaze, assisting as he could to get himself into position. The rest was up to Michael, and Alex sighed a soft, contented sigh that was also partly a moan, as Michael slid home. Alex shifted, and continued to gaze at Michael’s face.
As much as he wanted to ask Michael to be exclusive, he didn’t want to risk the rejection. Michael wasn’t built for that, and Alex knew it. He was, to a point, okay with it. He wanted Michael all to himself, but he feared voicing that would push Michael away.
Maybe some day he would ask. Today was not that day.
Michael had no idea Alex was thinking about making things exclusive. That wasn’t something Michael had ever done. Hell it rare that he spent multiple nights with the same person, on a regular basis. But here he was with Alex again. Not that it had truly registered to Michael that his pattern had changed. He preferred not to think about what this thing with Alex meant. He would much rather just act.
Which is precisely what he intended to do. His hands grabbed the sheets of his bed as he began to thrust inside Alex.
Alex rolled his hips against Micahel’s thrusts. There was utter perfection in being together. Like they were made for each other. Alex had never felt so complete as when he was with Michael. It wasn’t something he put a lot of thought into, like Michael he preferred to act on it rather than think about it, though he was a little more self aware about it than Michael was.
“Fuck,” he murmured. Michael had a way of making him half crazy right from the start of things, and his climax wouldn’t take long to hit him.
Michael continued to thrust. Using the bed for leverage he was able to get deeper with each thrust. He wasn’t far from his climax either. It seemed like no matter how many times he slept with Alex, there was always so much sexual tension built up. “Mm,” Michael agreed. “You. Feel. So. Good.” The words were spaced out. Michael was only able to speak between thrusts. And then came a loud moan of his own. “Fuuuck.”
Alex was right there with him, crying out, groaning Michael’s name as he was pushed over the edge. Time seemed to stop for a few seconds, and then resume with a shover running down his spine.
“Fuck. That’s…” Amazing, incredible, fabulous. So many words ran through his mind he couldn’t settle on just one to speak out loud.
“Yeah,” Michael agreed unable to think of words himself. His breathing was heavy as he collapsed onto the bed. Michael was used to going from one night stand to one night stand, Occasionally going back to the same person. He didn’t like getting too close to people. Easy for them to hurt him that way. Plus he kind of liked the excitement. But he didn’t think he could ever get tired of sleeping with Alex.
“Yeah,” Alex echoed. There wasn’t much else to be said. He didn’t really feel the need to fill to shape with words anyway. He just sighed deeply and pulled Michael into a kiss.