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It’s risky, having sex at the Pony. It’s risky because 1) Maria could find out, 2) people could overhear, and 3) Maria could find out and kill them.
Deep down Alex wishes that was enough to stop them, but the minute Michael strolls into the Pony, wearing those jeans, that shirt and the cowboy hat, looking like a wet dream with flecks of oil on his hands, Alex knows it’s too late. The surge of want is too much, especially since Michael obviously hasn’t showered since Alex made him come earlier that day and the scent of him is driving Alex crazy.
He sneaks a look at Maria just so check her location (busy by the pool table, good) and walks over to Michael quicker than he probably should. Michael winks at him when he gets close and Alex wants to throttle him.
“Hey there-“
“Shut up,” Alex interrupts. “Come with me.”
He hears Michael chuckle as he follows behind him into the bathroom but Alex doesn’t care. He’s well aware of the fact that Michael knows exactly what he’s doing and what a goddamned tease he’s being and he’s not going to get away with it. But he is going to take the blame for this if Maria catches them. Damned alien and his hot everything.
He finds eternal pleasure in pushing Michael against the wall and holding him there as he closes the door and locks it. Michael looks at him serenely as he does, though the smug energy radiating from him would be annoying if it was anyone else. He’s lucky Alex adores him as much as he does.
“You are such a fucking shit,” Alex says as he plasters his body along Michael’s. “Looking like that and smelling like sex and rain. Are you trying to make me devour you?”
“No,” Michael replies as he takes hold of Alex’s hips. “I don’t have to try to make that happen. But I did want to show off for you.”
There’s a tone in his voice that Alex can’t fully place, a something Alex is fairly sure he hasn’t heard before and doesn’t want to hear again. Alex touches his thumb to Michael’s lips. “Have I been ignoring you, Michael? Not shown you how much I want you?”
They both know the answer to that isn’t a yes. But Alex has been busy, so it might not be a no either when it comes to Michael’s insecurities.
“Maybe I just wanted your attention,” Michael replies, his tongue poking out to lick at Alex’s thumb.
“You have it, always.” Alex presses his thumb further into Michael’s mouth. “Do you know how much time I spend thinking of you each day? How many times I picture kissing you, touching you, smelling you?”
“You could tell me,” Michael replies. “Or better yet. Show me.”
Alex pushes his right leg between Michael’s, gently pushing it up until Michael is almost riding his leg. He can feel Michael’s dick starting to harden against his thigh, and he rocks himself slowly forward so Michael can truly feel his answering interest.
“Ride my leg until you’re truly hard, Michael. And I’ll show you everything you want to see.”
“Fuck, Alex, you’re such a goddamned tease,” Michael groans out, as he moves, slowly grinding himself on Alex’s thigh.
“I’m the surest thing you’ve ever had, Guerin. I just really like seeing you this excited,” Alex replies, dipping his fingers teasingly down the back of Michael’s jeans.
“How about smelling how excited I am, Alex, would you like that?” Michael grins, cocky and so sure of himself now that he has Alex back in his clutches, undulating and moving with a swagger only Michael Guerin can have when he’s riding his boyfriend’s thigh. Alex just laughs, his fangs lengthening and his eyes burning red in response.
“I love you.”
Michael falters for a second before he picks up the pace again. They don’t say it often, just enough that there’s a thrill to hear it every time. Though both of them know. Of course they do. “I love you too. Now please, Alex. Kiss me.”
Alex does, pressing Michael even closer to the wall, grinding up against Michael as he captures his lips in a bruising kiss. Michael gives as good as he gets, biting with blunt teeth and chuckling when Alex growls as he does. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and it makes Alex warm inside exactly how well Michael can play him.
“What were you hoping for, wearing these jeans?” Alex asks, running his hands over Michael’s ass, finding the hole in the back pocket that goes all the way though. An accident when it happened because of Alex’s strength and Michael’s impatience but the hole has served them well on later occasions. Alex slips his finger into the worn, frayed fabric and encounters bare skin and a touch of lube.
“Michael,” he says. His voice is low, dark and filled with lust. “Did you play with yourself before coming here?”
“Maybe I did, or maybe someone got here first. Why don't you check?"
The possessive part of Alex flares. He knows Michael is teasing, he knows he’s doing it so Alex will fuck him hard and put him away wet. He knows exactly how much it’s working.
Alex winds his fingers through Michael’s curls and pulls sharply. Michael takes a sharp breath as he does, turning his head slightly in a way that sharpens the line of his neck. It makes Alex’s mouth water, the enticing smell of Michael’s blood wafting towards him. He can’t stop himself from leaning in and smelling the gorgeous scent of rain on a summer day.
“You should watch your tongue,” he says before running his own tongue along the beautiful vein in Michael’s neck. “You’ll never know what’ll bite you if you don’t.”
“Well I was hoping it would be you,” Michael replies with a throaty laugh, straining his neck higher to give Alex more room. Alex takes advantage in the best way he knows, and lighty drags his teeth along the beautiful vein. The feeling of Michael shuddering as he does so is exquisite, heady, so fucking hot. It makes his blood sing and his teeth ache, the need to sink them into Michael’s neck and grow delirious on the sweet taste of him more overpowering than ever before. He wants it, craves it even. But right now this is not about him, but rather about showing Michael how much he needs him.
“Any time you want, Michael,” he whispers in Michael’s ear, before he bites lightly on his neck with his fangs, just for a second before he pulls them back up. The skin breaks just enough for a pearl of blood to well up and Alex licks it up greedily as Michael moans loud enough for Alex to place a hand over his mouth. “Remember where we are.”
“I don’t care,” Michael replies. His hips are moving faster, grinding himself down on Alex’s thigh. “I just want you, I can handle being in trouble for that.”
“You better, I’m not taking the blame for this.”
Michael laughs lowly. “No need to worry, I’ll take all the blame. Now touch me, Alex.”
And Alex does, the finger he’s sneaked in through the hole in Michael’s jeans searching further. He really has been playing with himself before coming to find Alex, he’s wet with lube as Alex moves towards the cleft of his ass, searching for that hot part of him. It’s not easy, Alex just wants to rip the jeans off of Michael’s legs and plunge himself in. But first he’s going to play Michael’s game, he will not stand for the teasing if he doesn’t get to play too.
“You’re so wet for me, Michael,” he murmurs in Michael’s ear before he sucks lightly on the broken skin of his neck, just enough for more blood to well into his mouth. “Did you want me to claim you right here in the bathroom? My dick in your ass and my teeth in your neck?”
Michael moans brokenly as Alex moves his finger towards his perineum, grinning as the hole in Michael’s jeans rip just a little bit more, giving him more room to maneuver. The wrinkly skin is even hotter as he gets his finger over it, pressing over it as Michael’s hips stutter where they’re still grinding against his thigh.
Still he teases, pressing over but not in, circling lightly until Michael whines in his ear. “Come on, Alex, please.”
“Anything you want.”
He finally gives in, pressing his finger into the pre-lubed and already stretched hole. He can’t help but shudder at the warmth within Michael. He’s like a furnace on a regular day, but down there? Oof. It’s delicious, it makes Alex want to push his jeans down and run his tongue over it. But he won’t, at least not now. For right now he’d rather just remove Michael’s jeans just enough that he can slip his dick in until Michael is needy and whining, when his blood will taste the sweetest.
He shivers just thinking about it.
“Can I fuck you, Michael?” He asks as he moves his finger in and out, pushing deeper as he pushes in, even if Michael is loose enough that he doesn’t need to. “Right here, right now?”
“Fuck, Alex, I already said you can do whatever and I’ll thank you in the end.”
“It’s always important to ask for consent.”
“Well the consent is damned enthusiastic, get to it,” Michael grunts out and Alex swallows a snort. Instead he concentrates on how Michael is starting to move back towards him, hips moving against the movement of Alex’s finger inside him. It’s delicious, gorgeous, fantastic and it makes Alex’s teeth itch, his hunger for everything the man in front of him is growing with every second.
“I want to rip the hole in your jeans wider so I can fuck you like that,” he whispers into Michael’s ear as he sneaks a second finger through the hole to join the first. The jeans do rip just a bit more, making Michael moan. It’s a heady sound that just makes Alex want him more.
“Might make it a bit hard to walk out of here without anyone noticing.”
Alex hums, but dismisses the thought of ripping the jeans. He does like them on Michael, ruining that would be sad. Instead he reaches in front and opens the belt and button, slowly lowering the zipper without really touching Michael’s really hard dick. Michael whines, and the possessive part of Alex preens.
“I’ll touch you if you need it, but I want you to come just from me being inside you.” Alex licks up Michael’s neck, ending with a sharp bite on his earlobe. “I know you can.”
Michael shudders, tilting his head to give Alex better room as he continues the sharp bites down his neck. He feels the itch for his teeth to drop fully, the itch to sink his fangs into Michael’s neck and drink his fill. But for now he’ll make due with the incredible smell of fresh raindrops as he slowly but surely works two fingers into Michael’s ass through his jeans. He’s still teasing, shallowly dipping in just to feel the heat, working Michael’s jeans down inch by inch in the front until his dick clears. He’s still not touching, but he can smell the arousal on Michael’s skin clearer now, can almost feel the weight in his hand, the precome on his fingers, the smooth skin on his palm.
Michael is moving back on his fingers, more and more until Alex decides it’s time to stop teasing, stilling Michael by softly shushing in his ear as he withdraws his fingers. Michaels whines, a whine that turns into a moan as Alex pushes down his jeans and gets on his knees.
“Stay still for me,” he says as he gets both hands on Michael’s butt and pushes him just the tiniest bit forward until he can see his hole. He doesn’t waste time getting his mouth in there, licking a bread stripe over the furrowed skin before gently pushing his tongue against it. It tastes synthetic like lube, but the taste is also completely Michael. He moans, pushing his tongue firmer in with a grin as Michael moans back at him.
“Alex, stop. I need you to fuck me, please let me come with you in me,” Michael begs, even as he pushes his ass back towards Alex’s face. But Alex knows what he needs, knows the need Michael feels to have him as close as possible when he’s like this, wanton, so willing yet a little bit unsure for some reason. And Alex will always give him what he needs as long as he can.
“Okay,” Alex replies as he gets up on his feet. “Do you need more lube?”
“No.” The answer is short and fast. “I just need you.”
“Then me you’ll have for as long as you want it.”
He can feel how Michael smiles, can see it in the flush that appears in his cheeks and neck, senses it in the way Michael clutches at his arms as Alex brings them around his waist to hold him close.
“You’ll always have me, Michael. I know you doubt so many things, but I hope you’ll never have reason to doubt that.”
Before Michael can answer, he guides his dick to Michael’s hole and slowly starts pushing it. It steals his breath completely, even though he doesn’t really need to breathe. He’ll do it regardless, to never stop the smell of rain clouds that gives him more happiness than anything else in his life. But there’s almost no resistance, his dick sliding in like it belongs. Michael has really played with himself well before coming to find Alex.
He wastes no time in setting a rhythm that’s fast and yet fulfilling, clamping his hand over Michael’s mouth to muffle the moans he knows will come as he angles to hit his prostate at every turn. As much as he doesn’t really want to, this needs to be quick. There’s no way Maria doesn’t already know what they’re doing, with her intuition. And doing this quickly might escape some of her ire.
But still, being here, deep inside Michael, pushing and pulling in the intoxicating warmth and smell of him is worth everything. Worth every second of the yelling they’ll be facing, worth every second as long as Michael is close, and happy, and feeling loved. He grazes his teeth against Michael’s neck again, and when Michael tilts his head slightly, he doesn’t bother to resist.
The blood that fills his mouth is hot, sweet, heedy in a way blood really shouldn’t be. Blood is nourishing, life sustaining, but ultimately it’s just food. But not Michael’s, never Michael’s. It’s the richest coffee, the most delicious creme brulée, the deepest cognac. It’s always the drink of a lifetime. He gets lost in it, in the taste, the smell, the heat surrounding his dick. And before he knows it, or even thinks about it, he’s coming.
Stars explode behind his eyelids (when did he close his eyes?), a loud moan escapes his mouth without his consent and his hips stutter without his permission. It’s breathtaking, even for a creature that doesn’t breathe. He opens his eyes, slightly panicked at coming without even checking if Michael was close. But when his senses kick in fully he knows he doesn’t have to worry, the shuddering in Michael’s body tells him he definitely came too.
Though he can’t help but be a little shit about it, as he murmurs into his ear, “Was it good for you too?”
His heart soars when Michael laughs, pressing as close as he can, wiggling his butt just to be a tease. He feels the deep breath of Michael opening his mouth to speak, but a loud noise from outside interrupts him before they can, and they both freeze.
“I hope it was worth it boys,” Isobel’s smug tone can be heard through the door. “Cause you’ll be regretting it in a second.”
Alex groans, hiding his face in Michael’s neck as he does. But whatever he feels disappears in a second when he hears the low whisper from the man he loves more than anything. And he knows that he has picked the perfect partner.
“For you, it’s always worth it.”