“Because it’s technically mine, now. He willed it to me after he died.” But it would probably be the old Valenti cabin until he either moved out or other people started calling it Alex’s. And it wasn’t as if he’d told a lot of people where they could find him. Kyle only knew because he’d tried to break in.
He pursed his lips. “Are you going to hold that over my head forever?” he demanded. It wasn’t as if he’d had a lot of options. Going into the Air Force had not been his first idea for a career, but there’d been a reason he’d become so good at blackmailing people. He’d learned it from his father.
Well, that was a lot deeper of a relationship with a Valenti than Michael had ever expected, but maybe the father didn't exactly condone Kyle's torture and torment of Alex during high school, and it gave him a place to live that wasn't his father's.
So, yeah, he could be grateful for that.
"I'm not holding it over your head," Michael said, wearily. "I'm just telling you that I don't like it when you do," he added. "Being honest, because I'm tired of secrets," he admitted, rubbing his face as he gestured and nodded. "I get it," he agreed. "Take the time you need and when you're ready, if you're ever ready, you know where to find me."
If Michael had just left it at 'when you're ready', Alex would have been fine. He could have accepted what Michael was saying and admit that he had a valid point, even if it was a point that hurt Alex, and he would have gone to think it over, maybe talk to Liz and find out her take on this whole situation.
"Don't make this about us," Alex said walking over until he was close enough to touch Michael and then taking a step closer so he was actually in Michael's personal space.
His eyes flicked over Michael's face and all he really wanted to do was lean in and kiss him and forget any of this had ever happened.
Michael inhaled, holding his breath when Alex suddenly was closer. When he looked to his lips, Michael felt his heart pounding in his chest, but he didn't look away. He didn't think he could, even if he tried. "You seriously going to stand there and tell me that it's not, not even a little?"
He shook his head, just the smallest bit, because it would be impossible if it weren't. He held Alex's gaze, eyes half-lidded, staring at Alex's lips.
“Yes, Guerin. Not everything is about you.” And now Michael was returning the favor and staring at his lips. Alex’s eyes kept darting back and forth between Michael’s eyes and his lips. “Okay, maybe it’s about you in that you know Isobel and I have to deal with the fact that I know someone who maybe is but probably isn’t someone who killed one of my best friend’s sister.”
He pressed a hand to Michael’s chest. “But that’s not about us. I need to talk to Liz and, last time I checked, you weren’t her.”
Michael breathed in slowly the second Alex got his hand on him, which locked in place where this was going. He stared at Alex's lips, the way his eyes kept sliding between Michael's and his eyes, and he decided that he didn't want to think about Isobel or murders or anything like that.
"No, I'm definitely not Liz," he agreed, staring at Alex's lips completely now, his mouth half-open, like he's thirsty and the tallest glass of water was right in front of him. "You need to talk to her right away, huh?"
“Yes,” Alex murmured. He hadn’t intended anything with the hand on Michael’s chest and almost put the lie to the thought when he curled his hand in Michael’s shirt. He honestly had been - was - planning on leaving. He needed to think, not get wrapped up in whatever this was. But, as was often the case when he and Michael were in close proximity like this, it was getting hard to think.
“You’re impossible,” he continued as he found himself leaning in and he knew that he wasn’t any better. It was so much easier to do this, be this with Michael than to try to examine his feelings or even the things he should be thinking about.
“It’s not like I’ll find some new parts you’re hiding.” As if this was just Michael’s attempt to show Alex that he was the same person. He knew it wasn’t that, but the words came out anyway.
Michael breathed in deeply, but he didn't take his eyes off Alex, gauging what he could get away with. He still was touching him, he was still so close, and he was even saying things about him being impossible, which was completely the case.
When Alex leaned in, he decided to go for it, wrapping a palm around Alex's neck to bring him in for a slow kiss, enough that Alex will be able to pull away, if he really didn't want this. "I mean," he exhaled, whispering the words, "wouldn't it be safer if you checked?"
"This isn't going to solve anything, Guerin," Alex muttered. It was postponing the inevitable. Because he still needed to talk to Liz, still needed to do some thinking about what it meant that Isobel could be a murderer, still needed to not rush into this head first.
But he found himself tucking his fingers into Michael's belt loops and chasing after his lips for a deeper kiss.
Michael would beg to differ. It was going to solve the aching hole inside of him that felt like it would swallow him whole if he didn't get to kiss Alex. It would solve the voice in his head that said he needed to go find Alex and beg for forgiveness.
So he led with his hips, letting them crash against Alex as he cupped his neck and kissed him deeper, trying to pour every last desperate needy emotion into it, in case this was the last kiss he got from Alex in a while.
Alex felt as if he should have been angry at Michael for forcing this, but he felt more resigned. If Michael had just kissed him out of the blue, then maybe he'd have a leg to stand on, but Alex had met him halfway. And the kiss. Hungry, desperate. Alex wasn't sure if it was coming from himself or Michael or both, but he slipped his fingers from Michael's belt look and instead curled his fists in Michael's shirt.
He took a moment between kisses to take a breath and then made a decision. He could have - should have - pulled away and left before Michael could tempt him a second time.
But then he shook his head, maybe at himself, and kissed Michael again, increasing the intensity of the kiss.
The sound that came from Michael was barely more than a whimper when Alex kissed him harder, fumbling to try and press his body flush against Alex's, because he didn't think he could kiss him like this and not want to touch him.
The problem being, of course, how much there was to touch. His hands drifted from his ass to his back, tangling into his hair, then grabbing for his shirt again.
"Alex," he moaned into the kiss, turning, and he was seconds from tumbling them to a flat surface, but only if Alex was willing.
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Date: 2019-04-23 08:23 pm (UTC)He pursed his lips. “Are you going to hold that over my head forever?” he demanded. It wasn’t as if he’d had a lot of options. Going into the Air Force had not been his first idea for a career, but there’d been a reason he’d become so good at blackmailing people. He’d learned it from his father.
“I need to think, not go fight overseas.”
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Date: 2019-04-23 10:30 pm (UTC)So, yeah, he could be grateful for that.
"I'm not holding it over your head," Michael said, wearily. "I'm just telling you that I don't like it when you do," he added. "Being honest, because I'm tired of secrets," he admitted, rubbing his face as he gestured and nodded. "I get it," he agreed. "Take the time you need and when you're ready, if you're ever ready, you know where to find me."
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Date: 2019-04-24 07:07 pm (UTC)"Don't make this about us," Alex said walking over until he was close enough to touch Michael and then taking a step closer so he was actually in Michael's personal space.
His eyes flicked over Michael's face and all he really wanted to do was lean in and kiss him and forget any of this had ever happened.
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Date: 2019-04-25 01:56 am (UTC)He shook his head, just the smallest bit, because it would be impossible if it weren't. He held Alex's gaze, eyes half-lidded, staring at Alex's lips.
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Date: 2019-04-26 02:48 pm (UTC)He pressed a hand to Michael’s chest. “But that’s not about us. I need to talk to Liz and, last time I checked, you weren’t her.”
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Date: 2019-04-28 07:18 pm (UTC)"No, I'm definitely not Liz," he agreed, staring at Alex's lips completely now, his mouth half-open, like he's thirsty and the tallest glass of water was right in front of him. "You need to talk to her right away, huh?"
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Date: 2019-05-01 09:11 pm (UTC)“You’re impossible,” he continued as he found himself leaning in and he knew that he wasn’t any better. It was so much easier to do this, be this with Michael than to try to examine his feelings or even the things he should be thinking about.
“It’s not like I’ll find some new parts you’re hiding.” As if this was just Michael’s attempt to show Alex that he was the same person. He knew it wasn’t that, but the words came out anyway.
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Date: 2019-05-04 09:14 pm (UTC)When Alex leaned in, he decided to go for it, wrapping a palm around Alex's neck to bring him in for a slow kiss, enough that Alex will be able to pull away, if he really didn't want this. "I mean," he exhaled, whispering the words, "wouldn't it be safer if you checked?"
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Date: 2019-05-11 04:19 pm (UTC)But he found himself tucking his fingers into Michael's belt loops and chasing after his lips for a deeper kiss.
Never let it be said that Alex Manes was smart.
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Date: 2019-05-12 11:57 pm (UTC)So he led with his hips, letting them crash against Alex as he cupped his neck and kissed him deeper, trying to pour every last desperate needy emotion into it, in case this was the last kiss he got from Alex in a while.
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Date: 2019-07-06 02:44 am (UTC)He took a moment between kisses to take a breath and then made a decision. He could have - should have - pulled away and left before Michael could tempt him a second time.
But then he shook his head, maybe at himself, and kissed Michael again, increasing the intensity of the kiss.
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Date: 2019-07-06 01:43 pm (UTC)The problem being, of course, how much there was to touch. His hands drifted from his ass to his back, tangling into his hair, then grabbing for his shirt again.
"Alex," he moaned into the kiss, turning, and he was seconds from tumbling them to a flat surface, but only if Alex was willing.