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“I told you I didn’t need to go to the hospital.”
“Don’t sound so smug” Michael snapped, still on edge. “You hit the wall hard, you could have had a concussion. And you’re hiding a limp.”
Alex tried reaching for his hand once they settled in the truck, but Michael placed both of his on the wheel in a white-knuckled death grip. “I’m fine. My dad used to give me harder love-taps than that when I was a kid—”
“Is that supposed to be reassuring?” Michael asked in a low, dangerous voice.
“And my leg will be good once I give it a little time out of the socket,” Alex continued. “Jones twisted it when he ripped it off. I may need to get fitted for a new one, but that’s doable. Don’t worry about me.”
“Don’t tell me –” He let out a frustrated breath. “I’m allowed to worry, asshole.”
Despite Michael’s anger, Alex smiled as tenderness filled him. “Of course you are.”
Michael peeled out of the hospital parking lot and Alex let his hand rest on the nape of Michael’s neck, fingers playing with the untidy curls until he felt the tension in the muscles under his hand loosen.
“Are you gonna stay tonight?” Alex asked, injecting a hint of suggestion into his tone. But Michael’s response was curt and the opposite of sexy.
“Until Jones is caught or put down, I’m not letting you out of my sight. Consider me your own personal attack dog.”
Sighing, Alex ran the back of his finger across rough stubble on Michael’s jaw and said softly, “I wish you didn’t see yourself that way. You’re so much more, Michael.”
Then Michael did something surprising. He grabbed Alex’s hand, placed a firm kiss to the back of it, and intertwined their fingers, resting them on his thigh and not letting go until he made the turn into Alex’s driveway. It was a sweet gesture 17-year old Michael would have done and made Alex all melty inside, like they were actually back in high school again.
As soon as he entered his house, he sat and removed the prosthetic. His leg hurt more than he wanted to admit to Michael, but he knew all he needed was some time out of its socket.
“Could you grab the walker from the hall closet?”
Michael did, unfolding and setting it in front of him before grabbing the prosthetic from the floor. “I’ll put this next to your bed.”
Alex followed him into the bedroom, standing so he could effectively trap Michael between the bed and nightstand. He placed both hands on Michael’s shoulders, partly to keep him in place but mostly to maintain his balance as he released the walker.
He opened his mouth to speak, but Michael cut him off with a swift, “I’m going to check the perimeter. You get to sleep.”
He tried to step around Alex, but Alex refused to release him.
“Listen to me, Michael. I meant what I said. I can’t go through life without you. Every time you put yourself in harm’s way, when you disregard your own safety, I’m right there next to you, feeling every blow. You need to promise me you’re not going to do anything stupid in retaliation for what Jones did tonight. No one’s life means more to me on this earth than yours, okay? Promise me.”
Michael’s hands held his waist, helping to stabilize him and his face tipped forward to rest against against Alex’s forehead.
“You’re my person, Alex, my home. You have been since we were 17.” He took a ragged breath, sliding his hands up Alex’s body to cup his face. “I promise,” he said softly.
“If Jones attacks, we’ll face him together. I don’t need you here to be my body guard. I need you here because I love you.”
Something snapped inside Michael, like a constricting band around his lungs had broken and he could finally take a deep breath. Michael stared at the man before him, at this wonderful, spectacular human who saw the best in everybody, even when they didn’t deserve it. Alex put his heart on the line time and time again, no matter how badly it had been burned in the past. He wanted to be worthy of the trust Alex placed in him, to protect his generous heart, to prove that Alex’s faith in him wasn’t misplaced.
Michael picked up one of Alex’s hands, kissing the inside of his wrist before pressing Alex’s palm over his heart. He barely got the words out, that he loved Alex too, when the space between them disappeared and Michael was opening for Alex’s desperate mouth.
Alex cupped Michael’s face between his palms and kissed him furiously, for all the times in the last decade when he’d wanted to, but distance or their own stubborn stupidity had prevented him from it. Michael matched his intensity, grabbing at him and trying to bring their bodies closer, though it was physically impossible. He tried to help by hooking his right knee around Michael’s hip, but only succeeded in unbalancing himself.
Alex would have stayed like that forever, kissing him fiercely, but necessity had him sit heavily on the mattress, pulling Michael down with him. He scooted up until he was laying in the middle of his unmade bed, Michael following his movements like he was a magnet attracted to the center of Alex’s body.
The full weight of his lover on top of him was a breathtaking relief. He wrapped both legs around Michael’s hips and squeezed, wishing they didn’t have so many layers between them but unwilling to release his lips long enough to do something about it. He settled for sliding his hands beneath the hem of Michael’s shirt and hiking it up as best as he could, fingers digging into the smooth muscles of his back. His alien was strong and warm and completely overwhelming in the best possible way. The scent of rain flooded his senses and made his eyes well up at how right this felt.
Michael growled into Alex’s mouth in frustration. The small buttons on his shirt were impossible to undo when he was this turned on so he ended up ripping it open, eliciting a startled gasp from his lover.
Pausing momentarily with an apology on his lips, Michael met Alex’s passion drunk gaze, but Alex only tugged on his shirt and demanded, “off.”
Together they hastily removed the rest of their clothes and even those few moments of distance had Alex feeling deprived of his touch. But then Michael resumed their kiss and all rational thought abandoned him.
Alex had taken a handful of lovers after he’d left high school – left Michael – when his loneliness and desperate need for a lover’s touch had gotten the better of him. None of them had been around long enough to really learn his body inside and out. Only Michael knew how to unravel him so thoroughly, so effortlessly. And only Michael had ever topped him. It hadn’t felt right to be that vulnerable with anyone else, especially not a one night stand. With Michael he could relax, let the other man care for him, trusting him, body and soul.
Every time he was with Alex, Michael had felt like he reached the pinnacle of arousal, that it was impossible to surpass it, yet every time they were together they reached new dizzying heights that made his head spin. Alex threw his head back on the pillow and he availed himself to the column of his throat, trailing hot, open-mouth kisses down his collarbone, his chest, paying extra attention to Alex’s nipples, which were as sensitive as he remembered them being in high school.
The memory of the time he’d brought Alex to climax while kissing him and playing with his nipples beneath his shirt rushed to the forefront of his mind. They’d been horny teenagers back then, not needing much stimulation to set them off. He wasn’t sure if they could do it now, but it would be fun to try — some other time. The heady scent of Alex’s arousal made his mouth water for him and he continued his path down to the center of body.
Alex had shoved a pillow beneath his shoulders to prop himself up so he could watch Michael tenderly take him into his mouth. There was no teasing, no preamble, only Michael’s hot, clever tongue working him as he took Alex’s length down his throat. And he wasn’t hurried about it, as though this was merely a roadblock he needed to get past in order to achieve his own pleasure. Michael sucked him like he was starving for his taste, his essence, like Alex’s cock was the best thing he’d ever had in his mouth.
Michael moaned and the vibration had him dangerously close to the edge. He tugged Michael’s hair, harder than he would have had he been in his right mind. “I don’t want to come until you’re inside me,” he panted.
Without pause, Michael placed his hands beneath Alex’s thighs and pushed his legs up and open, exposing his fluttering hole and diving for it.
Alex let out a guttural cry as unimaginable pleasure spiked through him. No one but Michael had ever touched him here and he’d forgotten how incredible it felt. Flinging out his arm, he reached blindly for the drawer of his bedside table, trying to aid by providing lube, but held in place by Michael’s hands and talented tongue, his reach was just shy of his goal.
“Michael…” he croaked out, hoping the stretch of his arm toward the drawer was enough for Michael to understand the wordless demand.
It was. Michael used his telekinesis to float the small tube into his grasp and he promptly squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers before bringing them to Alex’s entrance.
Fuck, nothing was more beautiful than having Alex spread out before him, pliant and panting for his touch. He didn’t want to tease either of them for much longer, but he refused to rush the prep and risk hurting Alex. He knew it was time when he was three fingers deep and the man practically levitated off the bed when he brushed his prostate.
Michael prepped himself swiftly and took his place above Alex, who tangled fingers in his hair as soon as he was within reach and drew him down for a scorching kiss. Balancing his weight on one arm, he reached down with the other to guide himself home in one smooth thrust. Alex groaned into the kiss, but Michael didn’t relent. He wanted to bury himself in Alex’s body, tongue fucking his mouth while his cock filled him, and he never wanted this moment to end.
They made love slowly, no words spoken between them until Michael couldn’t hold back any longer.
“Alex,” he breathed. “I want to try something.” He placed his hand deliberately over Alex’s heart. “Can I?”
Immediately, Alex covered Michael’s hand with his own. Michael had told him about psychic imprinting and how Max was the only one of them to do it. He nodded, harboring no doubts that Michael was capable of it as well. His alien was so much more powerful than he gave himself credit for.
The hand covering his heart glowed and heated. Just before he thought it would go up in flames along with the rest of his body, he felt that warmth pour into him, only instead of fire, it was a flood of memories and emotions.
Their kiss at the reunion, how right it felt even after so much time apart, how it felt like no time had passed at all. The first time they fumbled their was through sex, nervous energy but feeling like they’d finally found their place in the universe. Their first kiss at the museum, scared to admit to the big feelings they had, but oh god, was it worth it. Holding each other after a dizzying round in the airstream, trying to stay awake because Michael knew when he woke up, Alec would be gone.
“I’m never leaving you again, Michael. I’m never leaving you again.” Alex reached out to him, physically and through their bond, needing Michael to believe him. Sending love and reassurance felt like the most natural thing in the world and it poured out of him freely.
With their bodies wrapped so tightly around one another and the emotions flowing easily between them, Michael was hard pressed to determine where he ended and Alex began, but if he were to lose himself, he could think of no better way to go.
Michael was dangerously close to the edge. Wanting to follow Alex’s climax, he drew back just enough to be able to pinch and roll Alex’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger, knowing it was a sure fire way to make him fly.
Alex cried out as his cock pulsed and shot onto Michael’s stomach. Hands-free orgasms were always more intense for him and Michael knew how to make them incredible. Seconds later, still in the throes of his own climax, Alex felt Michael’s rhythm faltering as he shot inside him, burying his face in the crook of Alex’s neck as he did so.
Michael brought them back to earth gradually, thrusting gently now, mouth finding and loving on one of Alex’s nipples until Alex grabbed his face and pulled him up into a delectably soft kiss.
“No,” Alex groaned when Michael started to pull back, making like he was about to leave the bed. “No checking the perimeter. Stay.”
“I’m getting a towel, I’ll be two seconds.”
But Alex didn’t let him up, instead wrapping his arms and legs snugly around his hot, sweaty body. “You’re not allowed to leave, cowboy. Use that big brain of yours to get a towel or, hell, one of our T-shirt’s off the floor. I don’t care, but you’re not leaving this bed til morning.”