SB ‘06
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell dammit! LoL
Category: Kyle/Rath
Rating: Adult
Summary: Kyle and Michael break up, he goes on Spring Break in the Bahamas. What happens next? Find out
A/N: This is for the Avant Garde contest over at Dreaming Among Stars, but it is almost my first foray into m/m Slash, and I’m very excited about it. I”ve always wanted to write about Kyle and Rath, but I’ve never had the courage, so I’m using this as my opportunity. Tell me what you think!!! Also, it’s Kyle’s POV, unless I decided for the purposes of the story I need to change POV, but I’m not seeing that right now.
Chapter 1
I didn’t know it would hurt this badly. Wait, stop, who am I kidding. I did know it would hurt this badly. I just never thought it would happen. I never thought in a million years that the man I loved with all of my heart, the man who forced my to open up to my true identity would cheat on me. But not only that, he fucked one of my biggest enemies.
As I prepare to board my plane to the Bahama’s with Maria, who had become my best friend, I can’t stop the images of finding my love, Michael Guerin, fucking Max Evans. His king, supposedly, but none of that is of any reassurance to me. “Kyle, are you ok?” Maria asks me tentatively. I know she is worried about me, and she knows I’m not ok, but I think if anyone can understand where I’m coming from, she can.
“I’ll be fine,” I say with a smile, grabbing her hand. “We are going to have fun.” I reassre her, but the fact is that I’m really just going over the events of last week in my mind.
*I was going over to Michael’s after a long day’s work at Toby’s Auto Shop. I had gotten off a little early, and I wanted to surprise him. He always loved it when I would show up unannounced. He would wrap me in his strong arms and kiss me until I forgot who was was, and then fuck me like there was no tomorrow. Or I would fuck him as the case may be.
I couldn’t wait to get inside to him. I had been aching for him all day. It had been a couple days since we had time to ourselves, because he had to go on an impromptu aliens only trip for the weekend. But he was back, and I was going to get to hold him close to me again.
I opened the door, like I always did. He never cared, he left it unlocked for that reason. I used to love when I would catch him just out of the shower, in a towel. Or sweating as he worked out.
When I walked into his small, but homey apartment I didn’t see him. I went into the kitchen, picked up a Snapple, and opened it, as it took a second to take a sip. And then I heard a grunt. It sounded distinctly like Michael’s grunt, mid-coitus, and I smiled. He must have been jerking-off, and most likely thinking about me. I loved that. Michael used to tell me all the time how much he wish he was buried deep inside me when he had to relieve his own tension.
So, I picked up my bottle of Snapple, and I headed back to the bedroom. No need for him to get himself off if I was there to be of some assistance. As I approached his closed bedroom door, I heard another distinct, masculine moan come from the room. Was he watching porn? He liked to do that sometimes, but usually he just pictured me.
I reached for the nob of the door and turned if slowly, not wanting to surprise him, but as I opened the door and saw the sight in front of me, it was I who was supsrised. There, on the bed that I had shared with Michael countless times was Max Evan’s bent over, as Michael thrust passionately into him.
I dropped my bottle of Snapple, signaling my presence, and as tears welled up in my eyes, I saw Michael’s look of shock and guilt as he quickly removed himself from Max. He reached over and pulled on some shorts as Max, obviously ashamed, through Michael’s comforter over his naked body. “Kyle, baby, I can explain.” Michael said.
I didn’t want to hear any explainations. I wanted to die. I couldn’t believe it. In one minute my entire world had come undone. Michael came toward me and laid his hand on my shoulder but I roughly pulled away. “Don’t fucking touch me.” I screamed as I charged at Max. I hated him. I had always hated him. I still remembered him as the man who stole Liz Parker from me, and while I see now that I never really wanted her, it was the principal of the matter.
But this was worse. I loved Michael. Michael made me know what love was. Michael and I had discovered ourselves together, and once again, Max took the only person I had. The only person that I wanted, needed. As my fist connected with Max’s shocked jaw, Michael pulled me away from him. He pushed me up against the wall and said, “Kyle it isn’t his fault.”
“How could you?” I screamed at him, the tears easily falling down my cheeks. I didn’t want to cry in front of him. I wanted him to feel that I didn’t care. But the thing was, I did care. I cared more than anything, and my heart was breaking apart, piece-by-piece. I fell into his, sobbing. I was holding onto him for dear life as he moved me into the living room, motioning for Max to stay where he was.
“Kyle,” he said lifting my chin to look at him, and when I did, the rage came back.
“Fuck you!” I spat out. “How the fuck could you do this to me?” I yelled pulling harshly away from him as I began pacing the room.
“I’m sorry, baby,” he said, as tears shown in his eyes.
“I don’t give a shit how sorry you are. You KNEW that I had issues with Max and you are fucking him. How long?!” I screamed at him. “How long have you been fucking him?”
“Just…” he started, getting up to touch me again, but as I moved away from him, he say back down. “It happened this weekend. I didn’t mean to. I’m draw to him,” he said. Like that was supposed to make me feel better. Like that explained away the fact that I just walked in on my lover having sex with the one man I hated more than anything.
“Well, I hope you are happy,” I said, faking strength. I made my way to the door, unable to stay there any longer. I knew that if I was there for another minute, I would break. The floodgates would open, and I would be a weeping, emotional wreck.
Michael shot out of his seat and stopped me, “Baby, please don’t leave. I can’t explain it, but I love you. I don’t want this to end.” He nearly begged.
“You should have thought of that,” I countered. “You can’t have me and Max as a fuck buddy on the side,” I said to him, and then I walked out the door and out of Michael Guerin’s life.*
“Kyle, that’s us,” Maria says with a sympathetic smile, pulling me out of my daze. I look at my ticked and smile back.
“Ok, let’s go,” I say to her. Maria and I had planned this trip for Spring Break a while ago, and I wasn’t going to ruin it for her. Michael was supposed to come, but Maria had very defiantly uninvited him. Tess is taking his place, and I could be more happy. The two best people in my life, my best friends are with me, and they promise I’ll get through this, though I’m not sure how.
*******
The plane lands in the Bahamas about 6 hours later. And though my heart was still heavy, I feel a sense of relief at leaving Roswell, NM, even for a week. I want this to be a fun trip for everyone, and I know Maria and Tess are trying to help me take my mind off of Michael, but how can I forget the man that means so much to me?
“Ok, how about we go to the hotel and sleep,” Tess suggests dramatically. “I’m beat.”
I smile at her. “Sounds good to me. Don’t want to have jet lag all Spring Break!”
Maria nods in agreement and we make our way out to catch a cab. I stop dead in my tracks as I notice something out of the corner of my eye. A vender in the mall is selling different little knick-knacks and my eyes stop on one in particular. It’s a stuffed alien doll. Its amazing how one little thing can recall your mind to such a great thing. Such and important and all consuming part of your life.
“Kyle, you coming?” Maria calls back to me. I shake the thoughts of my estranged lover out of my head for the moment and smile at her as I follow them out of the airport.
TBC…
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Chapter 2
After our nap, Maria, Tess, and I make our way to the beach. The sun is just about to set, and we want to see it go down on the beautiful water of the Atlantic Ocean. “I can’t believe we are really hear!” Maria squeals with excitement. We had been planning this trip for 3 years, and it was finally here.
“I know,” I say with a genuine smile. It is nice to be here with the two other people I truly love.
We moved onto the beach, setting up our chairs, and we sit in the setting sun. “So, what are we doing tonight?” Tess asks.
I shrug my shoulders. I am not the plan maker. I look over at Maria and see a grin spreading across her face, and it immediately worries me. That is never good. “Oh, God, what had you got planned?” I ask, almost afraid to know.
“There is a club a friend of mine told me about.” Maria say.
“Maria,” I warn. That is the last thing I need to be doing. My heart is broken, I’m a gay college freshman, and I just want to cry whenever I am in a group of people.
“Kyle, we are here to have fun,” she says firmly. “We are going out, because you need to have fun. I mean more than just hanging out with the two of us,” she says.
I sigh and roll my eyes. I can tell that Tess wants to go to, and I’m never going to win this argument. What’s the worst that could happen? We go, I’m bored, we go back to the rooms and I go to bed. Things could be worse. “Fine,” I huff. When Maria wants something, she can always get it.
“Yay!” she squeals as she jumps into my lap. I smile and hug her tight. I love to make her happy. She is my best friend, and next to Tess, the only person I trust these days. It’s ironic because technically I stole Michael from her, but they were so passed over anyway.
I still remember when we told her about our feelings. We hadn’t acted on them, wanting to respect her feelings, but when we told her we were gay, and wanted to be together, she was actually happy for us. Later, she told me she was relieved because she and Alex had been getting closer. They dated for a little while, but when he moved away for College they broke up. Maria was single and ready to mingle and Michael was the furthest thing from her mind.
“Ok, well we better get back. I want to look hot,” Tess giggled getting out of her chair, as the sun had already completely set.
*********
I walk down to Maria and Tess’s room and knock on the door, and as they open it, I can tell they are taking this clubbing night seriously. They look hot, and I have to say, I don’t look too bad myself. I figure, if I’m going out, I might as well look good.
They take my arm and we walk out of the hotel and down the street to this club Maria wants to go to, “What is it called again?” I ask again looking around for the club.
“Skin,” Maria says as she looks around as well. Some name for a club I think. If this is a strip club, I’m really going to lose it.
“There,” Tess says pointing at a sign on the other side of the street. I look at it. It is kind of dark, and I cant tell what kind of club it is, but it doesn’t look like a strip club. Maria grabs me and pulls me to it. She looks excited, so what the hell.
As we approach the bouncer and show him our IDs, I feel a little bit of nervousness. I take a deep breath and enter the club, and immediately I notice something off. I look around and see men dancing with men; women dancing with women. I figure it out. Maria took us to a gay bar!
I shoot her a glare, but she just continues to walk over to the bar and take a seat. Tess follows, and so do I. What can I do? I can’t believe she did this. She knows that this is the last place I should be. I can’t handle this. I just lost my first boyfriend a week ago. I’m supposed to be here with Michael, and Maria takes me to a gay bar! “Maria, why didn’t you tell me?” I ask angrily as I sit next to her at the bar.
“I knew you wouldn’t come if I told you,” she says honestly. And she is right. There is no way I would have gone to a gay bar in the Bahamas willingly. Tess watches us uneasily, and I get the distinct impression that she knew exactly where we were going tonight. I hate both of them right this moment. I turn back to the bar and sulk. Yes, I sulk like a big baby, but I think it’s my right to act like a spoiled child at the moment.
A bartender approaches us, taking Maria and Tess’s orders, rather uninterested, but when he turns to me, he flashes me a smile. I would be lying if I said he wasn’t attractive. He was downright HOT in all the ways that a man CAN be hot, but I’m not interest. “And what can I get you, baby?” he asks me, flirting hard, and I am flattered, but so not interested.
“A gin and tonic,” I answer without interest. I continue to sulk until I get my drink and I notice the bartender has made it extra stiff. Good luck, buddy. You’re not getting in my pants no matter how trashed I get.
“Kyle, you could act your age,” Maria whispers harshly at me.
“No, Maria, I cant.” I say finishing my drink and getting up off the barstool. I throw my money down on the counter and glare at her. “Have fun, I’m going to bed.” I say, and without waiting for a reaction I stalk out the door. I walk briskly back to the hotel, running a frustrated hand through my hair.
Why did being at the gay bar tonight bother me so much? I don’t know, but I know that I was bothered, and I would think that Maria of all people would understand my feelings. Why was she pushing so hard? Why couldn’t she just let it lie? Dammit! I walk into my hotel room and slam the door shut. Fuck!
I strip out of my clothes, wanting only to lie down and go to sleep. Go back to the happy times with Michael, which only exist in my dreams. I flip open my phone to set my alarm, but then I get sidetracked. I have a missed call. It’s Michael. He has been calling me for a week straight. But for some reason tonight, I contemplate calling him back.
I think it over in my mind. Finally, probably due to the buzz I have from the strong drink at the club, I click send and listen to the line ring, waiting for him to answer.
“Hello?” his smooth, rough, sexy voice answers. I freeze. I can’t say anything. I shouldn’t have called him. Hearing his voice isn’t helping my resolve to get over him. “Baby, is that you?” he asks almost hopeful. I still don’t say a word, not trusting myself to say anything. “Kyle, I can’t hear you breathing,” he says.
Still, I remain speechless, but he continues, somehow knowing it is me on the other end. “I’m glad you called me. Baby, I’m so sorry.” Michael says almost pleading. I’ve heard all this before. It doesn’t make me feel better. “I told Max to leave me alone. I don’t love him I love you. Baby, please come home. We can work this out,” He says.
I can’t listen to anymore. It just enrages me. How dare he assume that I can just get over this? Why am I the only one who thinks Michael cheating on me is a big fucking deal. I hang-up harshly, knowing he isn’t going to hear my angry hang up. I throw the phone on the night stand and roll over to fall asleep.
**********
The next morning, I wake up to Maria and Tess on by bed and a try from room service. “Morning,” I say groggily.
“I’m sorry about last night,” Maria says to me as she lays down on one side of me. Tess takes the other side of me and I wrap my arms around both of them. I’m in every straight man’s fantasy.
“Maria, it’s ok,” I tell her. I’m not really mad at her anymore. I can’t stay mad at her for long. “Why though, why did you take me to that club?”
“I just want you to move on,” Maria tries to explain as she looks into my eyes. “I just want you to be happy, and that means you need a rebound man, so that you can find someone who deserves you. Someone better than Michael Guerin,” she explains.
I smile at her. She really cares about me, and what else can I really ask for. Maybe she is right. Maybe a spring break rebound is what I need. It’s hard to think that I could ever randomly hook up with any guy though. Michael is the only man I’ve been with. I didn’t even know I was gay until I met him. Now, it is quite apparent to me that I’ve always been attracted to men.
“Maria, I understand,” I tell her. “Its just hard for me.” I leave it at that as we eat our breakfast. One thing is for sure though. I’m going to club skin again tonight alone. I’m going to try to act my age and have fun. Michael Guerin isn’t going to stop me this time.
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I’m going back to that club. I know what you are thinking. You hated it once, why go back? And you might be right. But if anyone knows me, they know that I am a glutton for punishment. Besides, Maria might be right. I might just need a random fuck to get over Michael.
I knock lightly on Maria and Tess door, and when they come out, they look ready for a night on the town. “Hey Kyle,” Tess says hugging me tightly. “Ready to go?” she asks looking me up and down.
I look fucking hot if I do say so myself. I’m poured into my tightest jeans, the ones that show off my ass, and a Kelly green polo. “Yeah, but I’m not going with you guys,” I say quickly.
“Kyle, I thought we talked about this,” Maria huffs at me and I just smile at her.
“I’m going out.” I clarify. “I’m going to go back to that club, Skin. But you two are going somewhere else. First of all, you are never going to have fun at a gay bar, and secondly I can’t go there with you guys. It’s like you are my fag hags. Its lame.” I explain.
Both Tess and Maria beam at me and Maria says, “We are your fag-hags, Kyle.” I roll my eyes and nod at her before a say good-bye and turn to go back to the club. I’m jumping back on the horse no matter how painful this whole thing is.
I breeze into the club, not betraying the fear coursing through me. As I look around me there are many more men in the club than women, and most of them are pretty hot. This is a hot club, and I’m just going to play it cool, so I walk over to the bar and sit down.
“Hey sweet thing,” the same bartender that hit on my last night says. Instead of blowing him off I flash him a charming smile.
“Hey,” I say, “Can I get a gin and tonic?” I ask.
“Sure,” he says with a wink and proceeds to make my drink. “So, what is a hot young man like you doing here alone?” he asks handing me my drink.
“Well, I just got out of a serious relationship,” I say. I don’t tell him anymore. It’s none of his business.
“Aww, that’s too bad,” he says winking again and then he went over to the other customers. I turn around on my stool, drink in hand and people watch until a man, about 45 sits next to me at the bar. I’m slightly uncomfortable as he is defiantly invading my personal space. As he leans over and says hi, I can smell the liquor on his breath.
“You lookin’ for some fun?” he asks winking at me and I think I’ve gotten in over my head. I try to scoot further away from him. He isn’t attractive, and really he is just freaking out. As he places is sweaty hand on my leg, I freak out slightly, but then the man is pushed away from me.
“Yo, his isn’t interested,” I hear a gruff and vaguely familiar voice say to the man. I can only see the man who has saved me from the back. He is tall, nice build. He reminds me of Michael. I immediately push those thoughts aside. Michael isn’t important. Michael is over. I don’t care about Michael anymore.
The large man who has finally gotten the older man out of the club finally turns around. My breath catches as I see him come toward me. “Ya alright?” he asks me in a much nicer tone than he used with the man. But I can’t speak. The man before me is…He’s Michael, only rougher, different, sexier, and I don’t know what is going on.
“What are you doing here I ask?” astonished.
“I know you?” he asks, confused. What is going on? This can’t be Michael, but it looks so much like him.
“Michael?” I ask.
“Nah, man. I’m Rath,” he says extending his hand. Rath. Oh god, what the hell was I getting myself into?
TBC…
After our nap, Maria, Tess, and I make our way to the beach. The sun is just about to set, and we want to see it go down on the beautiful water of the Atlantic Ocean. “I can’t believe we are really hear!” Maria squeals with excitement. We had been planning this trip for 3 years, and it was finally here.
“I know,” I say with a genuine smile. It is nice to be here with the two other people I truly love.
We moved onto the beach, setting up our chairs, and we sit in the setting sun. “So, what are we doing tonight?” Tess asks.
I shrug my shoulders. I am not the plan maker. I look over at Maria and see a grin spreading across her face, and it immediately worries me. That is never good. “Oh, God, what had you got planned?” I ask, almost afraid to know.
“There is a club a friend of mine told me about.” Maria say.
“Maria,” I warn. That is the last thing I need to be doing. My heart is broken, I’m a gay college freshman, and I just want to cry whenever I am in a group of people.
“Kyle, we are here to have fun,” she says firmly. “We are going out, because you need to have fun. I mean more than just hanging out with the two of us,” she says.
I sigh and roll my eyes. I can tell that Tess wants to go to, and I’m never going to win this argument. What’s the worst that could happen? We go, I’m bored, we go back to the rooms and I go to bed. Things could be worse. “Fine,” I huff. When Maria wants something, she can always get it.
“Yay!” she squeals as she jumps into my lap. I smile and hug her tight. I love to make her happy. She is my best friend, and next to Tess, the only person I trust these days. It’s ironic because technically I stole Michael from her, but they were so passed over anyway.
I still remember when we told her about our feelings. We hadn’t acted on them, wanting to respect her feelings, but when we told her we were gay, and wanted to be together, she was actually happy for us. Later, she told me she was relieved because she and Alex had been getting closer. They dated for a little while, but when he moved away for College they broke up. Maria was single and ready to mingle and Michael was the furthest thing from her mind.
“Ok, well we better get back. I want to look hot,” Tess giggled getting out of her chair, as the sun had already completely set.
*********
I walk down to Maria and Tess’s room and knock on the door, and as they open it, I can tell they are taking this clubbing night seriously. They look hot, and I have to say, I don’t look too bad myself. I figure, if I’m going out, I might as well look good.
They take my arm and we walk out of the hotel and down the street to this club Maria wants to go to, “What is it called again?” I ask again looking around for the club.
“Skin,” Maria says as she looks around as well. Some name for a club I think. If this is a strip club, I’m really going to lose it.
“There,” Tess says pointing at a sign on the other side of the street. I look at it. It is kind of dark, and I cant tell what kind of club it is, but it doesn’t look like a strip club. Maria grabs me and pulls me to it. She looks excited, so what the hell.
As we approach the bouncer and show him our IDs, I feel a little bit of nervousness. I take a deep breath and enter the club, and immediately I notice something off. I look around and see men dancing with men; women dancing with women. I figure it out. Maria took us to a gay bar!
I shoot her a glare, but she just continues to walk over to the bar and take a seat. Tess follows, and so do I. What can I do? I can’t believe she did this. She knows that this is the last place I should be. I can’t handle this. I just lost my first boyfriend a week ago. I’m supposed to be here with Michael, and Maria takes me to a gay bar! “Maria, why didn’t you tell me?” I ask angrily as I sit next to her at the bar.
“I knew you wouldn’t come if I told you,” she says honestly. And she is right. There is no way I would have gone to a gay bar in the Bahamas willingly. Tess watches us uneasily, and I get the distinct impression that she knew exactly where we were going tonight. I hate both of them right this moment. I turn back to the bar and sulk. Yes, I sulk like a big baby, but I think it’s my right to act like a spoiled child at the moment.
A bartender approaches us, taking Maria and Tess’s orders, rather uninterested, but when he turns to me, he flashes me a smile. I would be lying if I said he wasn’t attractive. He was downright HOT in all the ways that a man CAN be hot, but I’m not interest. “And what can I get you, baby?” he asks me, flirting hard, and I am flattered, but so not interested.
“A gin and tonic,” I answer without interest. I continue to sulk until I get my drink and I notice the bartender has made it extra stiff. Good luck, buddy. You’re not getting in my pants no matter how trashed I get.
“Kyle, you could act your age,” Maria whispers harshly at me.
“No, Maria, I cant.” I say finishing my drink and getting up off the barstool. I throw my money down on the counter and glare at her. “Have fun, I’m going to bed.” I say, and without waiting for a reaction I stalk out the door. I walk briskly back to the hotel, running a frustrated hand through my hair.
Why did being at the gay bar tonight bother me so much? I don’t know, but I know that I was bothered, and I would think that Maria of all people would understand my feelings. Why was she pushing so hard? Why couldn’t she just let it lie? Dammit! I walk into my hotel room and slam the door shut. Fuck!
I strip out of my clothes, wanting only to lie down and go to sleep. Go back to the happy times with Michael, which only exist in my dreams. I flip open my phone to set my alarm, but then I get sidetracked. I have a missed call. It’s Michael. He has been calling me for a week straight. But for some reason tonight, I contemplate calling him back.
I think it over in my mind. Finally, probably due to the buzz I have from the strong drink at the club, I click send and listen to the line ring, waiting for him to answer.
“Hello?” his smooth, rough, sexy voice answers. I freeze. I can’t say anything. I shouldn’t have called him. Hearing his voice isn’t helping my resolve to get over him. “Baby, is that you?” he asks almost hopeful. I still don’t say a word, not trusting myself to say anything. “Kyle, I can’t hear you breathing,” he says.
Still, I remain speechless, but he continues, somehow knowing it is me on the other end. “I’m glad you called me. Baby, I’m so sorry.” Michael says almost pleading. I’ve heard all this before. It doesn’t make me feel better. “I told Max to leave me alone. I don’t love him I love you. Baby, please come home. We can work this out,” He says.
I can’t listen to anymore. It just enrages me. How dare he assume that I can just get over this? Why am I the only one who thinks Michael cheating on me is a big fucking deal. I hang-up harshly, knowing he isn’t going to hear my angry hang up. I throw the phone on the night stand and roll over to fall asleep.
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The next morning, I wake up to Maria and Tess on by bed and a try from room service. “Morning,” I say groggily.
“I’m sorry about last night,” Maria says to me as she lays down on one side of me. Tess takes the other side of me and I wrap my arms around both of them. I’m in every straight man’s fantasy.
“Maria, it’s ok,” I tell her. I’m not really mad at her anymore. I can’t stay mad at her for long. “Why though, why did you take me to that club?”
“I just want you to move on,” Maria tries to explain as she looks into my eyes. “I just want you to be happy, and that means you need a rebound man, so that you can find someone who deserves you. Someone better than Michael Guerin,” she explains.
I smile at her. She really cares about me, and what else can I really ask for. Maybe she is right. Maybe a spring break rebound is what I need. It’s hard to think that I could ever randomly hook up with any guy though. Michael is the only man I’ve been with. I didn’t even know I was gay until I met him. Now, it is quite apparent to me that I’ve always been attracted to men.
“Maria, I understand,” I tell her. “Its just hard for me.” I leave it at that as we eat our breakfast. One thing is for sure though. I’m going to club skin again tonight alone. I’m going to try to act my age and have fun. Michael Guerin isn’t going to stop me this time.
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I’m going back to that club. I know what you are thinking. You hated it once, why go back? And you might be right. But if anyone knows me, they know that I am a glutton for punishment. Besides, Maria might be right. I might just need a random fuck to get over Michael.
I knock lightly on Maria and Tess door, and when they come out, they look ready for a night on the town. “Hey Kyle,” Tess says hugging me tightly. “Ready to go?” she asks looking me up and down.
I look fucking hot if I do say so myself. I’m poured into my tightest jeans, the ones that show off my ass, and a Kelly green polo. “Yeah, but I’m not going with you guys,” I say quickly.
“Kyle, I thought we talked about this,” Maria huffs at me and I just smile at her.
“I’m going out.” I clarify. “I’m going to go back to that club, Skin. But you two are going somewhere else. First of all, you are never going to have fun at a gay bar, and secondly I can’t go there with you guys. It’s like you are my fag hags. Its lame.” I explain.
Both Tess and Maria beam at me and Maria says, “We are your fag-hags, Kyle.” I roll my eyes and nod at her before a say good-bye and turn to go back to the club. I’m jumping back on the horse no matter how painful this whole thing is.
I breeze into the club, not betraying the fear coursing through me. As I look around me there are many more men in the club than women, and most of them are pretty hot. This is a hot club, and I’m just going to play it cool, so I walk over to the bar and sit down.
“Hey sweet thing,” the same bartender that hit on my last night says. Instead of blowing him off I flash him a charming smile.
“Hey,” I say, “Can I get a gin and tonic?” I ask.
“Sure,” he says with a wink and proceeds to make my drink. “So, what is a hot young man like you doing here alone?” he asks handing me my drink.
“Well, I just got out of a serious relationship,” I say. I don’t tell him anymore. It’s none of his business.
“Aww, that’s too bad,” he says winking again and then he went over to the other customers. I turn around on my stool, drink in hand and people watch until a man, about 45 sits next to me at the bar. I’m slightly uncomfortable as he is defiantly invading my personal space. As he leans over and says hi, I can smell the liquor on his breath.
“You lookin’ for some fun?” he asks winking at me and I think I’ve gotten in over my head. I try to scoot further away from him. He isn’t attractive, and really he is just freaking out. As he places is sweaty hand on my leg, I freak out slightly, but then the man is pushed away from me.
“Yo, his isn’t interested,” I hear a gruff and vaguely familiar voice say to the man. I can only see the man who has saved me from the back. He is tall, nice build. He reminds me of Michael. I immediately push those thoughts aside. Michael isn’t important. Michael is over. I don’t care about Michael anymore.
The large man who has finally gotten the older man out of the club finally turns around. My breath catches as I see him come toward me. “Ya alright?” he asks me in a much nicer tone than he used with the man. But I can’t speak. The man before me is…He’s Michael, only rougher, different, sexier, and I don’t know what is going on.
“What are you doing here I ask?” astonished.
“I know you?” he asks, confused. What is going on? This can’t be Michael, but it looks so much like him.
“Michael?” I ask.
“Nah, man. I’m Rath,” he says extending his hand. Rath. Oh god, what the hell was I getting myself into?
TBC…
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Chapter 3
Kyle’s POV
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“Rath…” I breath, extending me hand and shaking his.
“Duke, you look kinda freaked out,” Rath says with a chuckle. Then I see it in his eyes. Recognition. He remembers me. He remembers me from the day he blew into Roswell, New Mexico.
“Ummm, uhhh,” I stutter.
“Wanna get out of here?” he asks me. I know I shouldn’t. This man is a murderer. But my body defies my mind and I stand, following him out of the club. He walks over to a motorcycle, and picks up the helmet resting on the seat of what I assume is his bike. “Here,” he says handing it to me.
Without thinking I take the helmet still unsure why I’m not running for the hills. “Where are we going?” I ask, quietly as he climbs on the bike.
“A private beach,” he says with a warm smile that is in direct conflict with his rough exterior. I climb on behind him, like an idiot, and wrap my arms tightly around him. The way I did when I would ride with Michael on his bike. This is so surreal. Every part of this man feels like my ex-lover, and yet he is completely different. My mind tries to wrap itself around this whole thing, and I can’t do it.
As Rath rides off into the night, I hold him closer to me. I feel the defined muscles of his back against my chest, and I let out a slight moan. I doubt he can here me with the loud engine roaring between our legs. I hope he can’t.
Rath’s POV
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Damn. I had no intention of picking a guy up tonight. I was just going to go to the bar, drink a few and then go back to the crib. But then I saw Kyle. I didn’t recognize him at first, but then, when he called me my dupe’s name I remembered.
He is so fucking hot. I can’t wait to get where we are going. He looks scared though. I bet he doesn’t really know what went down with Lonnie and me back in high school. I’ll have to tell him. I want to show him. God, what am I thinking? Why do I care? He’s just a human. Sure, he knows my secret, but who cares?
It sucks being the only gay alien in the world. Zan doesn’t understand. Lonnie and Ava try, but they can’t understand either. Can’t understand how lonely life is when, not only you are an alien, but you are a GAY alien. Sure, I’ve fucked my fair share of men, in many lude ways, but I’ve never had a connection to someone. I’ve never loved someone, and I’ve never wanted someone the way that I want Kyle Valenti right now.
He is clinging to me. I can feel his chest rise and fall against my back and all I want to do is stop the bike, bend him over and fuck the shit out of him. But I can’t. I can tell he is wounded. As I watched him sit at the bar, I could tell he was uncomfortable and sad. I wonder why. What happened to him?
I turn down the road, toward the beach house I have owned since I moved from New York. I needed to get away and Zan finally let me go. I shut off the bike as we reach the beach in front of my house and climb off, finally helping Kyle down as well.
“Where are we?” he asks.
“This is my crib,” I say pointing at the large beach house. “I just thought we could sit on the beach and talk.” I quickly say. He nods nervously at me, and I know why, but he follows as I lead him, blanket in hand closer to the water. I lay out the blanket and motion for him to sit down, which he does and I follow.
“Kyle,” I say to him, and I can tell her already knew that I knew who he was.
“How are you alive? And what are you doing here?” Kyle asks. I knew this was coming, and I did own him an explanation.
“Well, you remember when all that shit went down in Roswell and New York, right?” I ask. When he nods his head I continue. “Ok, well Lonnie and I had been brainwashed by Nicholas. It was all alien foul-play. When Max left the city, we found Zan, healing himself in an ally, helped him and everything is back to normal.” I say. I still feel so guilty about that whole thing. Zan is like my brother, and to think I tried to kill him makes me sick.
“So, the kid mindwarped both you and Lonnie, and that is why you tried to kill Max and Zan,” Kyle sums up as he thinks about it. Then he nods.
“Ok, well if I can’t belive in aliens, I guess I can’ believe that,” he almost chuckles. He still doesn’t look comfortable, but I can tell he isn’t afraid of me.
Kyle’s POV
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Whew. What the hell am I doing here? This is very dangerous territory. Michael’s dupe is right in front of me, looking at me with his big gorgeous eyes, and what is even scarier is that I’m not thinking about Michael. How can that be? I shake the cobwebs from my head and ask, “So, your…your gay too then, I assume?” Idiot. I’m and idiot.
His beautiful pouty lips turn up into a smirk, much like Michael’s and he chuckles. “Yeah, I’m gay. What about you?”
“Gay,” I say. He knows this, but I can tell he is looking to make conversation.
“Any of the other aliens gay?” he asks curiously.
I silently steam at the thought. Yeah, two of them. On was my boyfriend, and the other fucked him. My eyes darken, and Rath’s smirk turns into a frown as he asks, “What’s wrong?” He places his index finger under my chin and lifts it up so that I’m looking in his eyes and I feel the shockwaves, from his touch, running through my system.
“Ummm yeah, Michael and Max are gay,” I say quietly. I see understanding show in his face.
“And one of them broke our heart didn’t they?” he asks me. How does he do that? How does he know so much without me telling him?
I nod gently and said, “Michael. I was in love with Michael and I caught him in bed with Max.” I answer slowly.
Rath’s eyes turn cold, as if jealous, and I wonder why that is. He can’t possibly have feelings for me already. I barely know him. “My dupe is an idiot,” I hear him curse under his breath.
“What do you mean?” I ask, confused.
“Why would anyone give you up?” He said honestly, looking me in the eyes. I’m blown away. No one has ever talked to me like that. Ever. Not even Micheal.
“You don’t even know me,” I point out.
“I know more than you think,” Rath says, and I wonder what he knows. “I know that my dupe was a lucky fucker to have you, and if he didn’t know that, he doesn’t deserve you.” Rath says. His eyes show he is telling the truth, and I know mine are welling with tears.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him.
“Well, I moved here about a year ago. New York City just wasn’t for me. I wanted to get away, so I used my formidable alien powers to change enough money to buy this beach house.” Rath says. It sounds so romantic. I smile at him, and before I can stop myself my hand gazes his jean clad knee.
His eyes darken as we move into each other, and gently his lips touch mine. Immediately I’m bombarded with flashes. I see him growing up in New York, his hard life, his loneliness. “Wow,” I say as I break from him.
However, he backs further away from me. “I’m not my dupe,” he says. I can see confusion and fear in his eyes. I know he isn’t Michael. Damn, do I know it. I want him to know that I don’t see him as Michael.
“I know that, Rath,” I say. “I can’t help the fact that you remind me of him because of the way that you look, but trust me, I know you aren’t him.” I say.
“I just want to make sure we are on the same page,” he says to me.
“And what page is that?” I ask. What exactly are we doing?
“I am drawn to you, Kyle. I don’t know why, but when I walked into that club I was drawn to you.” Rath says to me. Wow. What do you say to that? I’m drawn to him too. This is all happening so fast. Maybe too fast. All I know is that I am happy. For the first time since I walked in on Michael and Max, I am happy and I don’t want to leave.
“I know what you mean,” I say. That is it. I have nothing else. Words can’t explain what I’m feeling right now. Besides the fact that I’m not sure how I’m feeling right now. And before I can really think about it, I feel his lips crashing into mine. I moan into his mouth as his hands cup my face.
I grab his wrists with my own hands and revel in the feeling of his tongue probing into my mouth. “Rath…” I breath as his mouth moves down my neck.
“Lay back,” he tells me between ragged breathes, and I don’t need to be told twice. I lay back on the blanket and Rath’s body covers mine almost immediately. He attacks my neck again, his hands groping under my shirt. I feel the warm skin of his hands runs up and down my heaving chest. And I just want him to take the shirt off me, his too. I want to feel his skin against mine.
So I pull gently on the hem of his shirt. I lift if over his head, with his help and soon he lifts my polo off of me. I see him silently appraise my body and I feel pride. He likes what he sees and I love it. I am not the most self confident person in the world and to know that this beautiful man thinks I’m attractive boosts my ego immensely. “Your beautiful,” he says as he places gentle kisses on my chest.
Damn. If that doesn’t turn you on, I don’t know what would. Not that I need to be any more turned on. I’m hard as a rock and so is he. I can feel the bulge in his pants rubbing against my own, and it is all I can do not to buck wildly into him.
Rath’s POV
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God I want this man. I want him more than I’ve wanted anyone else in this world. Somehow this is so much more than attraction. I don’t know what it is, it is new to me, but I know that Kyle Valenti is causing me body to be on fire. But I want to take this slow. I won’t be a rebound. I want Kyle for myself, and I don’t know what he wants. I know that he just got out of a serious relationship with my dupe of all people. This is fucked up, but as I touch him I know that I can’t stop. I need him.
His hands are wrapped in my hair, his short nails digging into my scalp as I kiss down his chest to his stomach. I hear the waves crashing behind us, and I feel like this is a perfect moment in time. I look up at him silently asking permission before I go on. As he looks at me, he smiles a sexy smile and nods, so I move my hands to his jeans, unbuttoning them and unzipping them.
He hisses as my hands pass over his aching cock. I’m aching for him too. I push his jeans and boxers down his legs until he is laid out completely naked in front of me. “Rath…” he breaths, and I could hear that sound forever.
My tongue darts out and licked the tip of his cock. “Oh fuck,” he breaths, and I can bearly hear him, but as I do I only get turned on more. I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock and message his mushroom head. “Oh god, Rath!” Kyle moans.
I lick his cock up and down, savoring the taste of him. Then I take him completely in my mouth. He is big, but I can manage. I deep throat him easily after a while. Fuck he is sexy, writhing under me.
Kyle’s POV
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Rath’s mouth is setting me on fire. He gives the best head in all the land, of that I am convinced. He hums as my cock is fully in his mouth and I feel like I’m going to explode. “Oh fuck, Rath!” I cry taking his hair in my hands. It is all I can do not to fuck his mouth. “I’m gonna…” I start, but I can’t even get the whole sentence out before I come hard, deep into his throat.
He drinks my come hungrily as he licks me clean. He moves back up my body and kisses me again on the lips. I can taste myself on him and it makes me so hot. “Damn, where do you learn to do that?” I asked with a chuckle as I come down from my orgasmic high.
His raspy masculine voice chuckled as he pulls me to him. “Practice makes perfect,” he says. And I have to wonder how many men he has hooked up with. Am I just a conquest. A notch on this belt? At this point, who cares.
My hands move down his chest and push my hand inside his pants. I grab ahold of his cock and wrap my fingers around it. I hear his breath hitch and I move my hand away. “Kyle…” he almost pleads with me as he pulls my mouth to his. I make quick work of removing his hands and underwear from him.
I roll over on top of him and wrap my legs around him, taking his cock into my hand again. “Fuck, Kyle.” He groaned as I thrust into him, rubbing my hardened cock against his.
“Rath…” I moan loudly as I feel the silky skin of his cock pressed against min. I quicken my pace with both my hips and hand, wanting to bring him the same pleasure he had just given me.
“Kyle don’t stop,” he nearly begs me, and I move faster and faster. “You are so fucking hot,” he cries out before his body stiffenes and after a loud moan he came all over my hand and stomach.
I follow quickly behind him as I called out my name, coming all over him. I look at our come, intermingled with each other. Our essence is linked together on our bodies. “Damn,” he says, breathlessly.
“Yeah,” I chuckle, shivering in the cold night air.
“Cold, baby?” Rath asks kissing my shoulder. I smile and nod at him. “You wanna stay the night?”
I know I shouldn’t but I want to. “We don’t have to do anything,” Rath quickly said. And I breath a sigh of relief. I don’t know if I’m ready for sex with Rath yet, but it would be nice to spend the night with him.
“Ok, let me call Maria and Tess,” I say pulling my cell phone out of my discarded jeans. I call Maria and, while she is confused, I tell her I’ll explain everything later, and then I allow Rath to take my hand and lead me into his house. What the hell am I getting myself into?
TBC…
Kyle’s POV
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“Rath…” I breath, extending me hand and shaking his.
“Duke, you look kinda freaked out,” Rath says with a chuckle. Then I see it in his eyes. Recognition. He remembers me. He remembers me from the day he blew into Roswell, New Mexico.
“Ummm, uhhh,” I stutter.
“Wanna get out of here?” he asks me. I know I shouldn’t. This man is a murderer. But my body defies my mind and I stand, following him out of the club. He walks over to a motorcycle, and picks up the helmet resting on the seat of what I assume is his bike. “Here,” he says handing it to me.
Without thinking I take the helmet still unsure why I’m not running for the hills. “Where are we going?” I ask, quietly as he climbs on the bike.
“A private beach,” he says with a warm smile that is in direct conflict with his rough exterior. I climb on behind him, like an idiot, and wrap my arms tightly around him. The way I did when I would ride with Michael on his bike. This is so surreal. Every part of this man feels like my ex-lover, and yet he is completely different. My mind tries to wrap itself around this whole thing, and I can’t do it.
As Rath rides off into the night, I hold him closer to me. I feel the defined muscles of his back against my chest, and I let out a slight moan. I doubt he can here me with the loud engine roaring between our legs. I hope he can’t.
Rath’s POV
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Damn. I had no intention of picking a guy up tonight. I was just going to go to the bar, drink a few and then go back to the crib. But then I saw Kyle. I didn’t recognize him at first, but then, when he called me my dupe’s name I remembered.
He is so fucking hot. I can’t wait to get where we are going. He looks scared though. I bet he doesn’t really know what went down with Lonnie and me back in high school. I’ll have to tell him. I want to show him. God, what am I thinking? Why do I care? He’s just a human. Sure, he knows my secret, but who cares?
It sucks being the only gay alien in the world. Zan doesn’t understand. Lonnie and Ava try, but they can’t understand either. Can’t understand how lonely life is when, not only you are an alien, but you are a GAY alien. Sure, I’ve fucked my fair share of men, in many lude ways, but I’ve never had a connection to someone. I’ve never loved someone, and I’ve never wanted someone the way that I want Kyle Valenti right now.
He is clinging to me. I can feel his chest rise and fall against my back and all I want to do is stop the bike, bend him over and fuck the shit out of him. But I can’t. I can tell he is wounded. As I watched him sit at the bar, I could tell he was uncomfortable and sad. I wonder why. What happened to him?
I turn down the road, toward the beach house I have owned since I moved from New York. I needed to get away and Zan finally let me go. I shut off the bike as we reach the beach in front of my house and climb off, finally helping Kyle down as well.
“Where are we?” he asks.
“This is my crib,” I say pointing at the large beach house. “I just thought we could sit on the beach and talk.” I quickly say. He nods nervously at me, and I know why, but he follows as I lead him, blanket in hand closer to the water. I lay out the blanket and motion for him to sit down, which he does and I follow.
“Kyle,” I say to him, and I can tell her already knew that I knew who he was.
“How are you alive? And what are you doing here?” Kyle asks. I knew this was coming, and I did own him an explanation.
“Well, you remember when all that shit went down in Roswell and New York, right?” I ask. When he nods his head I continue. “Ok, well Lonnie and I had been brainwashed by Nicholas. It was all alien foul-play. When Max left the city, we found Zan, healing himself in an ally, helped him and everything is back to normal.” I say. I still feel so guilty about that whole thing. Zan is like my brother, and to think I tried to kill him makes me sick.
“So, the kid mindwarped both you and Lonnie, and that is why you tried to kill Max and Zan,” Kyle sums up as he thinks about it. Then he nods.
“Ok, well if I can’t belive in aliens, I guess I can’ believe that,” he almost chuckles. He still doesn’t look comfortable, but I can tell he isn’t afraid of me.
Kyle’s POV
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Whew. What the hell am I doing here? This is very dangerous territory. Michael’s dupe is right in front of me, looking at me with his big gorgeous eyes, and what is even scarier is that I’m not thinking about Michael. How can that be? I shake the cobwebs from my head and ask, “So, your…your gay too then, I assume?” Idiot. I’m and idiot.
His beautiful pouty lips turn up into a smirk, much like Michael’s and he chuckles. “Yeah, I’m gay. What about you?”
“Gay,” I say. He knows this, but I can tell he is looking to make conversation.
“Any of the other aliens gay?” he asks curiously.
I silently steam at the thought. Yeah, two of them. On was my boyfriend, and the other fucked him. My eyes darken, and Rath’s smirk turns into a frown as he asks, “What’s wrong?” He places his index finger under my chin and lifts it up so that I’m looking in his eyes and I feel the shockwaves, from his touch, running through my system.
“Ummm yeah, Michael and Max are gay,” I say quietly. I see understanding show in his face.
“And one of them broke our heart didn’t they?” he asks me. How does he do that? How does he know so much without me telling him?
I nod gently and said, “Michael. I was in love with Michael and I caught him in bed with Max.” I answer slowly.
Rath’s eyes turn cold, as if jealous, and I wonder why that is. He can’t possibly have feelings for me already. I barely know him. “My dupe is an idiot,” I hear him curse under his breath.
“What do you mean?” I ask, confused.
“Why would anyone give you up?” He said honestly, looking me in the eyes. I’m blown away. No one has ever talked to me like that. Ever. Not even Micheal.
“You don’t even know me,” I point out.
“I know more than you think,” Rath says, and I wonder what he knows. “I know that my dupe was a lucky fucker to have you, and if he didn’t know that, he doesn’t deserve you.” Rath says. His eyes show he is telling the truth, and I know mine are welling with tears.
“What are you doing here?” I ask him.
“Well, I moved here about a year ago. New York City just wasn’t for me. I wanted to get away, so I used my formidable alien powers to change enough money to buy this beach house.” Rath says. It sounds so romantic. I smile at him, and before I can stop myself my hand gazes his jean clad knee.
His eyes darken as we move into each other, and gently his lips touch mine. Immediately I’m bombarded with flashes. I see him growing up in New York, his hard life, his loneliness. “Wow,” I say as I break from him.
However, he backs further away from me. “I’m not my dupe,” he says. I can see confusion and fear in his eyes. I know he isn’t Michael. Damn, do I know it. I want him to know that I don’t see him as Michael.
“I know that, Rath,” I say. “I can’t help the fact that you remind me of him because of the way that you look, but trust me, I know you aren’t him.” I say.
“I just want to make sure we are on the same page,” he says to me.
“And what page is that?” I ask. What exactly are we doing?
“I am drawn to you, Kyle. I don’t know why, but when I walked into that club I was drawn to you.” Rath says to me. Wow. What do you say to that? I’m drawn to him too. This is all happening so fast. Maybe too fast. All I know is that I am happy. For the first time since I walked in on Michael and Max, I am happy and I don’t want to leave.
“I know what you mean,” I say. That is it. I have nothing else. Words can’t explain what I’m feeling right now. Besides the fact that I’m not sure how I’m feeling right now. And before I can really think about it, I feel his lips crashing into mine. I moan into his mouth as his hands cup my face.
I grab his wrists with my own hands and revel in the feeling of his tongue probing into my mouth. “Rath…” I breath as his mouth moves down my neck.
“Lay back,” he tells me between ragged breathes, and I don’t need to be told twice. I lay back on the blanket and Rath’s body covers mine almost immediately. He attacks my neck again, his hands groping under my shirt. I feel the warm skin of his hands runs up and down my heaving chest. And I just want him to take the shirt off me, his too. I want to feel his skin against mine.
So I pull gently on the hem of his shirt. I lift if over his head, with his help and soon he lifts my polo off of me. I see him silently appraise my body and I feel pride. He likes what he sees and I love it. I am not the most self confident person in the world and to know that this beautiful man thinks I’m attractive boosts my ego immensely. “Your beautiful,” he says as he places gentle kisses on my chest.
Damn. If that doesn’t turn you on, I don’t know what would. Not that I need to be any more turned on. I’m hard as a rock and so is he. I can feel the bulge in his pants rubbing against my own, and it is all I can do not to buck wildly into him.
Rath’s POV
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God I want this man. I want him more than I’ve wanted anyone else in this world. Somehow this is so much more than attraction. I don’t know what it is, it is new to me, but I know that Kyle Valenti is causing me body to be on fire. But I want to take this slow. I won’t be a rebound. I want Kyle for myself, and I don’t know what he wants. I know that he just got out of a serious relationship with my dupe of all people. This is fucked up, but as I touch him I know that I can’t stop. I need him.
His hands are wrapped in my hair, his short nails digging into my scalp as I kiss down his chest to his stomach. I hear the waves crashing behind us, and I feel like this is a perfect moment in time. I look up at him silently asking permission before I go on. As he looks at me, he smiles a sexy smile and nods, so I move my hands to his jeans, unbuttoning them and unzipping them.
He hisses as my hands pass over his aching cock. I’m aching for him too. I push his jeans and boxers down his legs until he is laid out completely naked in front of me. “Rath…” he breaths, and I could hear that sound forever.
My tongue darts out and licked the tip of his cock. “Oh fuck,” he breaths, and I can bearly hear him, but as I do I only get turned on more. I wrap my mouth around the head of his cock and message his mushroom head. “Oh god, Rath!” Kyle moans.
I lick his cock up and down, savoring the taste of him. Then I take him completely in my mouth. He is big, but I can manage. I deep throat him easily after a while. Fuck he is sexy, writhing under me.
Kyle’s POV
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Rath’s mouth is setting me on fire. He gives the best head in all the land, of that I am convinced. He hums as my cock is fully in his mouth and I feel like I’m going to explode. “Oh fuck, Rath!” I cry taking his hair in my hands. It is all I can do not to fuck his mouth. “I’m gonna…” I start, but I can’t even get the whole sentence out before I come hard, deep into his throat.
He drinks my come hungrily as he licks me clean. He moves back up my body and kisses me again on the lips. I can taste myself on him and it makes me so hot. “Damn, where do you learn to do that?” I asked with a chuckle as I come down from my orgasmic high.
His raspy masculine voice chuckled as he pulls me to him. “Practice makes perfect,” he says. And I have to wonder how many men he has hooked up with. Am I just a conquest. A notch on this belt? At this point, who cares.
My hands move down his chest and push my hand inside his pants. I grab ahold of his cock and wrap my fingers around it. I hear his breath hitch and I move my hand away. “Kyle…” he almost pleads with me as he pulls my mouth to his. I make quick work of removing his hands and underwear from him.
I roll over on top of him and wrap my legs around him, taking his cock into my hand again. “Fuck, Kyle.” He groaned as I thrust into him, rubbing my hardened cock against his.
“Rath…” I moan loudly as I feel the silky skin of his cock pressed against min. I quicken my pace with both my hips and hand, wanting to bring him the same pleasure he had just given me.
“Kyle don’t stop,” he nearly begs me, and I move faster and faster. “You are so fucking hot,” he cries out before his body stiffenes and after a loud moan he came all over my hand and stomach.
I follow quickly behind him as I called out my name, coming all over him. I look at our come, intermingled with each other. Our essence is linked together on our bodies. “Damn,” he says, breathlessly.
“Yeah,” I chuckle, shivering in the cold night air.
“Cold, baby?” Rath asks kissing my shoulder. I smile and nod at him. “You wanna stay the night?”
I know I shouldn’t but I want to. “We don’t have to do anything,” Rath quickly said. And I breath a sigh of relief. I don’t know if I’m ready for sex with Rath yet, but it would be nice to spend the night with him.
“Ok, let me call Maria and Tess,” I say pulling my cell phone out of my discarded jeans. I call Maria and, while she is confused, I tell her I’ll explain everything later, and then I allow Rath to take my hand and lead me into his house. What the hell am I getting myself into?
TBC…
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Chapter 4
“Well Mr. Valenti, you have a lot of explaining to do,” Maria says with fake anger as I step out of the cab, but when Rath follows me, her jaw hits the floor. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Maria DeLuca is speechless.
It had been 4 days. Four wonderful days of my giving Maria and Tess the run around, and they have been very patient with me. I spent those three days at Rath’s house. We spent our time in bed, getting to know one another. We never had sex, but we explored each other in other ways. I could tell that Rath wanted sex, but he never pushed it. He seemed to be waiting for me, and that only made me fall for him more.
“Maria, Tess, this is Rath. You’ve met before,” I say calmly.
“Yeha, and the last time I saw him, he was a murderer,” maria says her eyes blazing. I knew this was coming.
“Look, we can explain everything if you just calm down,” I tell her. I look at Rath and I can tell her words hurt him, but he understands. He had tired to kill one of her good friends, and just because he was mind-warped didn’t change that fact. “Here, let’s go up to my room and talk,” I say leading the way back into the hotel.
Maria sits on my bed, and cocks her eyebrow as a sign for me to explain myself. Tess sits at the desk and Rath and I stand before them holding hands. I look at him and he begins to speak. “Look, I know you guys are upset, but I can explain.”
As he tells them his story I watch him closely. I am so deeply in love with this man, and the thought frights me to death. What if he is just like Michael? What if Zan is he mate, like Max must have been Michael’s. What if he leaves me? I want to shake the thoughts from my head, but I just can’t.
He squeezes my hand when he finishes explaining and I look at Maria and Tess. “So, Nickolas is dead now?” Tess asks, curiously.
“Yeah, Zan and I finished him off.” Rath says shortly. I can tell that he doesn’t like talking about this whole thing. And I can understand. After many conversations over the last couple days, Rath told me how he still blamed himself for all that had happened with Max and Zan, and really everyone.
“Well, ok then,” Maria says wide eyed. “You guys better say your good-byes though. Because we have to leave for the airport soon.”
“Actually, Rath is coming,” I say, waiting for their reactions. It wasn’t my idea, I swear. Rath wanted to come. He wanted to talk to Isabel, Tess, Max, and Michael. To tell them the truth and get to know them. Though he already had a bias against Michael and Max for what they had done to me.
“Ummm, alright I guess,” Maria says. She is definatly going to want to have a girl talk session later, and I know she deserves it.
“Alright, let’s go,” I say throwing my clothes in my bag. Maria and Tess leave the room and Rath helps me finish packing.
“What’s the matter?” Rath asks me as he stops me from throwing, yet another shirt into the suitcase with force. I sigh and sit on the bed allowing him to pull me into his arms.
“I’m just nervous,” I tell him. “I mean, I left for Spring break right after the whole thing with Michael went down. I’ve avoided his calls, and as much as I hate to admit it, I have yet to truly deal with any of it. I just don’t know what is going to happen,” I tell him honestly.
“You mean, if you are going to go back to him?” Rath asks, as he pulls away slightly.
“No!” I say quickly. I don’t want him to think that. I don’t want Michael back. That is the weird thing. But since I met Rath I feel like I don’t need Michael anymore. Maybe I’m just replacing him, or maybe I’m just rebounding. But I tell you, it sure doesn’t feel like a rebound. I know rebound. Vicky DeLany was a rebound. Rath isn’t. “It’s just that, you know he is part of your family. And Max too, and I’d be lying if I said that this wasn’t going to be weird.”
Rath seems to relax, “Look, it will be fine. They aren’t my family, they just share my ancestry. I care about you, and I already hate Max and Michael and principal, so no worries.” He grins at me.
“I don’t want you to hate them because I me,” I say.
“It is more about the fact that anyone who could hurt someone as wonderful as you, cannot be a good person, Kyle,” he says. Again, my heart soars. “Common, we got to go,” he says getting up. We close my suitcase and I pick it up. Back to Roswell it is.
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“Kyle, breath,” Tess says with a chuckle as we get into Maria’s Jetta. We are finally back in Roswell, and first stop is Michael’s apartment, as much as I hate it. We need to talk to Isabel, max, and Michael and tell them about Rath. Alien emergencies come first. As usual.
“So, Tess, did you know that we are kinda brother and sister?” Rath asks, to take the attention off of where we are going. He had told me the story of his past life as much as he knew, and I knew Tess would be excited to find out she had a brother. Or rather, two brothers I guess.
“Really?” she says her eyes lighting up. “I can’t believe it.”
“Yeah, Rath on Antar was with one who introduced you to Zan,” He said looking down at his hands. He isn’t good with emotions, and I can tell that this family talk is a emotional issue for him. I can only imagine what it is like to grow up only knowing 3 other people.
Tess smiles to herself. As I guessed, she is pleased by this new information.
All too soon we are at Michael’s apartment. Max’s jeep is outside and I sneer. Wonder what THEY are doing. Bastards. We all climb out of the car, and Rath takes my hand in his. He kisses my lightly and says, “It’ll be ok, baby,” he says with a smile.
I smiled back at him, and I actually belive him. If he is with me, I know that I’m safe. I knock loudly on Michael’s door. The door I’m so used to walking into, but it is almost a stranger’s house now. Within a couple of minutes the door swings open and Michael stands there looking at me. His face turns into a huge smile as he says, “I knew you would forgive me baby.”
It seems he doesn’t even see the others in the doorway, or the man who looks like him holding me hand. He begins to pull me into a hug, but is immediately stopped, “No way, Duke,” Rath’s gruff voice says. I havn’t heard that voice since he came to Roswell moe than 2 years ago.
TBC…
“Well Mr. Valenti, you have a lot of explaining to do,” Maria says with fake anger as I step out of the cab, but when Rath follows me, her jaw hits the floor. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, Maria DeLuca is speechless.
It had been 4 days. Four wonderful days of my giving Maria and Tess the run around, and they have been very patient with me. I spent those three days at Rath’s house. We spent our time in bed, getting to know one another. We never had sex, but we explored each other in other ways. I could tell that Rath wanted sex, but he never pushed it. He seemed to be waiting for me, and that only made me fall for him more.
“Maria, Tess, this is Rath. You’ve met before,” I say calmly.
“Yeha, and the last time I saw him, he was a murderer,” maria says her eyes blazing. I knew this was coming.
“Look, we can explain everything if you just calm down,” I tell her. I look at Rath and I can tell her words hurt him, but he understands. He had tired to kill one of her good friends, and just because he was mind-warped didn’t change that fact. “Here, let’s go up to my room and talk,” I say leading the way back into the hotel.
Maria sits on my bed, and cocks her eyebrow as a sign for me to explain myself. Tess sits at the desk and Rath and I stand before them holding hands. I look at him and he begins to speak. “Look, I know you guys are upset, but I can explain.”
As he tells them his story I watch him closely. I am so deeply in love with this man, and the thought frights me to death. What if he is just like Michael? What if Zan is he mate, like Max must have been Michael’s. What if he leaves me? I want to shake the thoughts from my head, but I just can’t.
He squeezes my hand when he finishes explaining and I look at Maria and Tess. “So, Nickolas is dead now?” Tess asks, curiously.
“Yeah, Zan and I finished him off.” Rath says shortly. I can tell that he doesn’t like talking about this whole thing. And I can understand. After many conversations over the last couple days, Rath told me how he still blamed himself for all that had happened with Max and Zan, and really everyone.
“Well, ok then,” Maria says wide eyed. “You guys better say your good-byes though. Because we have to leave for the airport soon.”
“Actually, Rath is coming,” I say, waiting for their reactions. It wasn’t my idea, I swear. Rath wanted to come. He wanted to talk to Isabel, Tess, Max, and Michael. To tell them the truth and get to know them. Though he already had a bias against Michael and Max for what they had done to me.
“Ummm, alright I guess,” Maria says. She is definatly going to want to have a girl talk session later, and I know she deserves it.
“Alright, let’s go,” I say throwing my clothes in my bag. Maria and Tess leave the room and Rath helps me finish packing.
“What’s the matter?” Rath asks me as he stops me from throwing, yet another shirt into the suitcase with force. I sigh and sit on the bed allowing him to pull me into his arms.
“I’m just nervous,” I tell him. “I mean, I left for Spring break right after the whole thing with Michael went down. I’ve avoided his calls, and as much as I hate to admit it, I have yet to truly deal with any of it. I just don’t know what is going to happen,” I tell him honestly.
“You mean, if you are going to go back to him?” Rath asks, as he pulls away slightly.
“No!” I say quickly. I don’t want him to think that. I don’t want Michael back. That is the weird thing. But since I met Rath I feel like I don’t need Michael anymore. Maybe I’m just replacing him, or maybe I’m just rebounding. But I tell you, it sure doesn’t feel like a rebound. I know rebound. Vicky DeLany was a rebound. Rath isn’t. “It’s just that, you know he is part of your family. And Max too, and I’d be lying if I said that this wasn’t going to be weird.”
Rath seems to relax, “Look, it will be fine. They aren’t my family, they just share my ancestry. I care about you, and I already hate Max and Michael and principal, so no worries.” He grins at me.
“I don’t want you to hate them because I me,” I say.
“It is more about the fact that anyone who could hurt someone as wonderful as you, cannot be a good person, Kyle,” he says. Again, my heart soars. “Common, we got to go,” he says getting up. We close my suitcase and I pick it up. Back to Roswell it is.
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“Kyle, breath,” Tess says with a chuckle as we get into Maria’s Jetta. We are finally back in Roswell, and first stop is Michael’s apartment, as much as I hate it. We need to talk to Isabel, max, and Michael and tell them about Rath. Alien emergencies come first. As usual.
“So, Tess, did you know that we are kinda brother and sister?” Rath asks, to take the attention off of where we are going. He had told me the story of his past life as much as he knew, and I knew Tess would be excited to find out she had a brother. Or rather, two brothers I guess.
“Really?” she says her eyes lighting up. “I can’t believe it.”
“Yeah, Rath on Antar was with one who introduced you to Zan,” He said looking down at his hands. He isn’t good with emotions, and I can tell that this family talk is a emotional issue for him. I can only imagine what it is like to grow up only knowing 3 other people.
Tess smiles to herself. As I guessed, she is pleased by this new information.
All too soon we are at Michael’s apartment. Max’s jeep is outside and I sneer. Wonder what THEY are doing. Bastards. We all climb out of the car, and Rath takes my hand in his. He kisses my lightly and says, “It’ll be ok, baby,” he says with a smile.
I smiled back at him, and I actually belive him. If he is with me, I know that I’m safe. I knock loudly on Michael’s door. The door I’m so used to walking into, but it is almost a stranger’s house now. Within a couple of minutes the door swings open and Michael stands there looking at me. His face turns into a huge smile as he says, “I knew you would forgive me baby.”
It seems he doesn’t even see the others in the doorway, or the man who looks like him holding me hand. He begins to pull me into a hug, but is immediately stopped, “No way, Duke,” Rath’s gruff voice says. I havn’t heard that voice since he came to Roswell moe than 2 years ago.
TBC…
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Chapter 5
Rath’s POV
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When I see Michael beginning to touch Kyle I see red. I can’t control my fist as it makes connection with Michael’s jaw. He stumbled backward, surprised, and why shouldn’t he be? I look just like him and I punched the daylights out of him. “What the fuck…” he begins, stunned, but only for a second before he comes after me.
“Don’t ever touch him again,” I yell, getting another good punch in before he hits me in the side of the head, it kinda hurts, but not much. I’m too busy hating this guys in front of me. My dupe. Me.
The mini-fight doesn’t last long as Kyle gets between us, pushing us apart. “STOP!” he yells, and for his sake, and his alone I do, but I can tell Michael is beyond confused. I look at Kyle and see the disappointment on is face and I feel sick. I never want Kyle to look at me like this again.
I back away and let Kyle do his thing, trying like hell to stay out of it. Finally Michael backs down and puts his hands up in surrender. I’m pleased because I would be lying if I said it didn’t bother me to have an angry Michael so close to Kyle. “I want to know what the fuck is going on,” Michael says angrily and I wonder what right he has to ask questions.
Kyle’s POV
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I move away from Michael now that he has calmed down and I notice Maria and Tess as just watching from Michael’s barstools as we have already let ourselves in. Now that the fight is under control, my anger turns to Michael. “Is Max here?” I spit out.
Michael looks down at his feet and I know his answer. Fucking great. Sure enough, not seconds later, Max emerged from the back of the apartment in a towel, hair wet, and whistling. When he sees us, he stops dead in his tracks and looks immediately guilty. Oh yeah, I wonder what THEY were doing. “Well, I’m going to call Isabel,” Tess said, wanting desperately for a job to do to get out of the awkwardness of the situation. No on is paying attention to her.
“Well, I see you are really heart broken,” I saw flippantly to Michael.
“Oh yeah, you too.” He said pointing to Rath.
“Look, let’s just wait for Isabel to get here, and we can all sit down and talk,” Maria says, ever the peace keeper.
I flop down hard on the couch, and rath sits close to me. I take his hand in mine, no longer giving two shits about whether or not Michael cared. He is an ass hole. I hate him. I’ve never hated anyone like I hate him. It only took a few minutes before Isabel knocked on Michael’s door. “What’s the deal?” she asks breathlessly as she walks into the room.
Then, as she walks into the room, she notices Rath. “What the hell is HE doing here?” she bits out. I knew this was coming, and so did he, so I wave my hands up in surrender.
“This is why we have called you here. This is Rath, as you know, and he has something to say to all of you,” I motion slightly to Max and Michael as well.
Rath smiled and stands up, letting go of my hand. “Ok, I know you guys think I’m a murderer, but let me first say I’m not. Zan is alive, and I didn’t kill him. Or rather I didn’t kill him of my own will. I was mind warped by Nicolas.” Rath answers.
“Oh, sure you were,” Michael says rolling his eyes.
“Michael, shut the fuck up,” I say, getting very annoyed with Michael’s attitude. I mean, I can’t expect more. I was freaked out too. Immediately, Michael shuts up and Rath continues. He explains in detail what happened to him, as well as Lonnie, and he even apologized to Max, who didn’t seem to care much. Big fucking surprise.
“Also, I wanted to let you guys know that Tess and I are brother and sister, along with Michael,” he says, and Michael seems to be interested in this, but I can tell he is hiding it. He likes the thought of having a sister, but he doesn’t want to ask anything of Rath.
“So, you thought that you could move in on what’s mine because he and I had a little fight,” Michael bits out, and I almost have to laugh. He is so clueless. But in actuality his words piss me off.
“Hey, we should probably leave them alone,” Isabel says. She understands what is going on like she always does.
“No!” Max says refusing to get up, and I swear to god I could put him through a wall. “I’m not leaving Michael alone!” he said.
“Max, I will put my foot in your ass, so help me god!” Tess yells, and I have to say she took me by surprise. She never gets that mad. Max finally sighs and looks at Michael who seems completely unconcerned with what is going on with Max. His attention is focused on Me and Rath.
Max finally leaves the room, and it wasn’t too soon, because I wanted to beat the sit out of him. But I turn my attention back to Michael, “I don’t belong to ANYONE, Michael, least of all you.” I tell him.
Rath grabs my hand again and I let the warmth of his touch fill my body again. Things re better now. I push his fingers up against my lips and kiss him. He smirks at this act and Michael growls.
“I see you’ve just replaced me with my dupe,” Michael says so sure of himself I want to smack the smirk right off his face. “All that proves is that you are still in love with me. We can have what we used to have. This thing with max is out of my system, we can go back to normal,” Michael says almost pleading now. What a change of attitude.
“No, Michael,” I reply knowing that that is exactly how it looks. “Rath is nothing like you. He may share your DNA and look like you, but he isn’t you. He is caring, and would never cheat on me.” I say, I still have my reservations about that, but I think I’m right.
“Look Michael, I understand we are family and everything, but the bottom line is that I don’t want you anywhere near Kyle,” Rath says. I smirk at his protective nature. He is so adorable that I don’t even care that his attitude is slightly Neanderthal
“Whatever, he’ll be back,” Michael promises. Yeah, he wishes. It’s odd, I don’t even care about him. I lead Rath to the door.
“Where are we going now?” he asks me as we leave the apartment. I smirk at him and lead him down the street.
“My apartment,” I tell him. It’s not far away, about a 10 minute walk, and Rath and I need some more alone time. When we get to my apartment I let him in, and I see him look around. “What do you think?” I ask him with a smile.
“It’s great.” He says and then he turns serious. He sits down on my couch and picks up a bowl of jelly beans I have out. He grabs two handfuls and I chuckle.
“How many damn jelly beans are you going to eat?!?” I ask with fake exaggeration. He laughs and pulls me down on the couch next to me.
“I think we need to talk,” he says in his serious voice.
“What is it baby?” I ask, pertrified. This can’t be good. What could he possibly have to talk about?
“I want to move here with you. I mena, not IN with you if you aren’t ready, but I want to move here, to Roswell.” He says, and I’m floored. That was not what I expected. He has this great house in the Bahamas, a life, a job. He can’t give up all that to live in a shit hole like Roswell, NM.
“I can’t ask you to do that, Rath. I don’t want to tie you down. I wont be like your family. I want you to be happy.” I tell him, as hard as it is. I want him to stay here, with me forever, but I don’t want him to miss out on his life.
“You aren’t asking me. This is what I want. The whole reason I moved to the Bahamas was to find what made me happy, but I found that. It’s you. I love you,” he says, and I’m at a lost for words. Love. I’ve only said that word to one other person and he broke my heart into a million little pieces. But maybe this is different. Maybe I need to take a chance. Instead of saying anything I lean in and kiss him.
“Is that a yes,” he asks huskily against my skin and I nearly shiver. I just nod and return to kissing him. He is a drug and I’m an addict. I want him so bad. He pulls me into his arms and I feel his defined muscles press against mine. I moan into his mouth, unable to control myself.
As I begin unbuttoning his shirt, he stops me. With pleading eyes, he get up and pulls me toward the bedroom. I have no qualms about this anymore. I nod my head and follow him into my bedroom, and into the bed that I’ve shared with Michael many times, but his memory is far from my mind. All I can think about is Rath. The man I love.
“I don’t want to rush you,” he says, but I stop him with more kisses. This is no rush to me. I finish pulling his shirt off of him and let him do the same to me. He places gentle kisses down my chest, and I am at him. As he reached my pants, he unbuttons them and pulls them down my legs, boxers and all. I’m hard as a rock in anticipation for the one thing that I need. Him.
He quickly wraps his lips around the head f my cock and an can’t help but moan his name. but this isn’t what I want. I want him inside me. I want to make love to him. “No,” I say pulling him back up to my lips. “I want you to fuck me, Rath.”
He looks up at me and smiles. I know he wants this two, and I can feel is as I remove the rest of his clothes, his cock is harder than I’ve ever seen it, and as we kiss again I feel the silky skin of his penis rubbing against mine. “I want you so bad,” he says, and I feel more loved than I ever have.
I spread my legs and let him settle in between them, as I feel his cock poking at my hole, I buck into him, impatient. He uses his powers to lube his cock and he directs it into me. “Please,” I beg like a child and he slowly enters me stretching me in the most beautiful way possible. He feels like Michael, yet different. He is slightly bigger, and the emotion behind what we are doing is so intense.
He fully sheaths himself in me and then slowly pulls out. “Oh god,” he groans, “You feel so good, baby,” he says. I smiled and pull him down to me for a kiss. Our tongues tangle as he thrusts in and out of me.
“Fuck,” I groan as he pushes into my g-spot. I’m about to come, I can’t control it. He feels so good, and I want this so much. “I’m about there, baby,” I say through panting breaths.
“I know, me too, just come for me!” He groans, as his balls constrict. “Mmmm, YES! KYLLLLEEEE!” he yells at the top of his lungs as he comes deep in my pulsing ass.
“FUCK RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATH!” I scream in response, coming all over our chests. He falls lightly on me as we finish, panting as we both try to catch our breaths. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. Every cell in my body seems alive, and I’m still buzzing as he turns to me.
“I really do love you,” he says. I can tell he has never said those words to anyone else, and I wish I could say the same, but I give him the best I’ve got.
“I love you too,” I say and I let him hold me as we drift off to sleep.
THE END.
Rath’s POV
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When I see Michael beginning to touch Kyle I see red. I can’t control my fist as it makes connection with Michael’s jaw. He stumbled backward, surprised, and why shouldn’t he be? I look just like him and I punched the daylights out of him. “What the fuck…” he begins, stunned, but only for a second before he comes after me.
“Don’t ever touch him again,” I yell, getting another good punch in before he hits me in the side of the head, it kinda hurts, but not much. I’m too busy hating this guys in front of me. My dupe. Me.
The mini-fight doesn’t last long as Kyle gets between us, pushing us apart. “STOP!” he yells, and for his sake, and his alone I do, but I can tell Michael is beyond confused. I look at Kyle and see the disappointment on is face and I feel sick. I never want Kyle to look at me like this again.
I back away and let Kyle do his thing, trying like hell to stay out of it. Finally Michael backs down and puts his hands up in surrender. I’m pleased because I would be lying if I said it didn’t bother me to have an angry Michael so close to Kyle. “I want to know what the fuck is going on,” Michael says angrily and I wonder what right he has to ask questions.
Kyle’s POV
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I move away from Michael now that he has calmed down and I notice Maria and Tess as just watching from Michael’s barstools as we have already let ourselves in. Now that the fight is under control, my anger turns to Michael. “Is Max here?” I spit out.
Michael looks down at his feet and I know his answer. Fucking great. Sure enough, not seconds later, Max emerged from the back of the apartment in a towel, hair wet, and whistling. When he sees us, he stops dead in his tracks and looks immediately guilty. Oh yeah, I wonder what THEY were doing. “Well, I’m going to call Isabel,” Tess said, wanting desperately for a job to do to get out of the awkwardness of the situation. No on is paying attention to her.
“Well, I see you are really heart broken,” I saw flippantly to Michael.
“Oh yeah, you too.” He said pointing to Rath.
“Look, let’s just wait for Isabel to get here, and we can all sit down and talk,” Maria says, ever the peace keeper.
I flop down hard on the couch, and rath sits close to me. I take his hand in mine, no longer giving two shits about whether or not Michael cared. He is an ass hole. I hate him. I’ve never hated anyone like I hate him. It only took a few minutes before Isabel knocked on Michael’s door. “What’s the deal?” she asks breathlessly as she walks into the room.
Then, as she walks into the room, she notices Rath. “What the hell is HE doing here?” she bits out. I knew this was coming, and so did he, so I wave my hands up in surrender.
“This is why we have called you here. This is Rath, as you know, and he has something to say to all of you,” I motion slightly to Max and Michael as well.
Rath smiled and stands up, letting go of my hand. “Ok, I know you guys think I’m a murderer, but let me first say I’m not. Zan is alive, and I didn’t kill him. Or rather I didn’t kill him of my own will. I was mind warped by Nicolas.” Rath answers.
“Oh, sure you were,” Michael says rolling his eyes.
“Michael, shut the fuck up,” I say, getting very annoyed with Michael’s attitude. I mean, I can’t expect more. I was freaked out too. Immediately, Michael shuts up and Rath continues. He explains in detail what happened to him, as well as Lonnie, and he even apologized to Max, who didn’t seem to care much. Big fucking surprise.
“Also, I wanted to let you guys know that Tess and I are brother and sister, along with Michael,” he says, and Michael seems to be interested in this, but I can tell he is hiding it. He likes the thought of having a sister, but he doesn’t want to ask anything of Rath.
“So, you thought that you could move in on what’s mine because he and I had a little fight,” Michael bits out, and I almost have to laugh. He is so clueless. But in actuality his words piss me off.
“Hey, we should probably leave them alone,” Isabel says. She understands what is going on like she always does.
“No!” Max says refusing to get up, and I swear to god I could put him through a wall. “I’m not leaving Michael alone!” he said.
“Max, I will put my foot in your ass, so help me god!” Tess yells, and I have to say she took me by surprise. She never gets that mad. Max finally sighs and looks at Michael who seems completely unconcerned with what is going on with Max. His attention is focused on Me and Rath.
Max finally leaves the room, and it wasn’t too soon, because I wanted to beat the sit out of him. But I turn my attention back to Michael, “I don’t belong to ANYONE, Michael, least of all you.” I tell him.
Rath grabs my hand again and I let the warmth of his touch fill my body again. Things re better now. I push his fingers up against my lips and kiss him. He smirks at this act and Michael growls.
“I see you’ve just replaced me with my dupe,” Michael says so sure of himself I want to smack the smirk right off his face. “All that proves is that you are still in love with me. We can have what we used to have. This thing with max is out of my system, we can go back to normal,” Michael says almost pleading now. What a change of attitude.
“No, Michael,” I reply knowing that that is exactly how it looks. “Rath is nothing like you. He may share your DNA and look like you, but he isn’t you. He is caring, and would never cheat on me.” I say, I still have my reservations about that, but I think I’m right.
“Look Michael, I understand we are family and everything, but the bottom line is that I don’t want you anywhere near Kyle,” Rath says. I smirk at his protective nature. He is so adorable that I don’t even care that his attitude is slightly Neanderthal
“Whatever, he’ll be back,” Michael promises. Yeah, he wishes. It’s odd, I don’t even care about him. I lead Rath to the door.
“Where are we going now?” he asks me as we leave the apartment. I smirk at him and lead him down the street.
“My apartment,” I tell him. It’s not far away, about a 10 minute walk, and Rath and I need some more alone time. When we get to my apartment I let him in, and I see him look around. “What do you think?” I ask him with a smile.
“It’s great.” He says and then he turns serious. He sits down on my couch and picks up a bowl of jelly beans I have out. He grabs two handfuls and I chuckle.
“How many damn jelly beans are you going to eat?!?” I ask with fake exaggeration. He laughs and pulls me down on the couch next to me.
“I think we need to talk,” he says in his serious voice.
“What is it baby?” I ask, pertrified. This can’t be good. What could he possibly have to talk about?
“I want to move here with you. I mena, not IN with you if you aren’t ready, but I want to move here, to Roswell.” He says, and I’m floored. That was not what I expected. He has this great house in the Bahamas, a life, a job. He can’t give up all that to live in a shit hole like Roswell, NM.
“I can’t ask you to do that, Rath. I don’t want to tie you down. I wont be like your family. I want you to be happy.” I tell him, as hard as it is. I want him to stay here, with me forever, but I don’t want him to miss out on his life.
“You aren’t asking me. This is what I want. The whole reason I moved to the Bahamas was to find what made me happy, but I found that. It’s you. I love you,” he says, and I’m at a lost for words. Love. I’ve only said that word to one other person and he broke my heart into a million little pieces. But maybe this is different. Maybe I need to take a chance. Instead of saying anything I lean in and kiss him.
“Is that a yes,” he asks huskily against my skin and I nearly shiver. I just nod and return to kissing him. He is a drug and I’m an addict. I want him so bad. He pulls me into his arms and I feel his defined muscles press against mine. I moan into his mouth, unable to control myself.
As I begin unbuttoning his shirt, he stops me. With pleading eyes, he get up and pulls me toward the bedroom. I have no qualms about this anymore. I nod my head and follow him into my bedroom, and into the bed that I’ve shared with Michael many times, but his memory is far from my mind. All I can think about is Rath. The man I love.
“I don’t want to rush you,” he says, but I stop him with more kisses. This is no rush to me. I finish pulling his shirt off of him and let him do the same to me. He places gentle kisses down my chest, and I am at him. As he reached my pants, he unbuttons them and pulls them down my legs, boxers and all. I’m hard as a rock in anticipation for the one thing that I need. Him.
He quickly wraps his lips around the head f my cock and an can’t help but moan his name. but this isn’t what I want. I want him inside me. I want to make love to him. “No,” I say pulling him back up to my lips. “I want you to fuck me, Rath.”
He looks up at me and smiles. I know he wants this two, and I can feel is as I remove the rest of his clothes, his cock is harder than I’ve ever seen it, and as we kiss again I feel the silky skin of his penis rubbing against mine. “I want you so bad,” he says, and I feel more loved than I ever have.
I spread my legs and let him settle in between them, as I feel his cock poking at my hole, I buck into him, impatient. He uses his powers to lube his cock and he directs it into me. “Please,” I beg like a child and he slowly enters me stretching me in the most beautiful way possible. He feels like Michael, yet different. He is slightly bigger, and the emotion behind what we are doing is so intense.
He fully sheaths himself in me and then slowly pulls out. “Oh god,” he groans, “You feel so good, baby,” he says. I smiled and pull him down to me for a kiss. Our tongues tangle as he thrusts in and out of me.
“Fuck,” I groan as he pushes into my g-spot. I’m about to come, I can’t control it. He feels so good, and I want this so much. “I’m about there, baby,” I say through panting breaths.
“I know, me too, just come for me!” He groans, as his balls constrict. “Mmmm, YES! KYLLLLEEEE!” he yells at the top of his lungs as he comes deep in my pulsing ass.
“FUCK RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAATH!” I scream in response, coming all over our chests. He falls lightly on me as we finish, panting as we both try to catch our breaths. That was the best sex I’ve ever had. Every cell in my body seems alive, and I’m still buzzing as he turns to me.
“I really do love you,” he says. I can tell he has never said those words to anyone else, and I wish I could say the same, but I give him the best I’ve got.
“I love you too,” I say and I let him hold me as we drift off to sleep.
THE END.
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