Author: Icalynn
Disclaimer: This fic is in no way affiliated with the WB, UPN, Melinda Metz, Jason Katims, "Roswell" the television series, or any of the actors of that series. The author makes no claim to any of the characters portrayed herein, and claim no remuneration for this work. This fic is for entertainment purposes only.
Pairings/Couples/Category: Mi/K Slash
Rating: ADULT
Summary: Kyle's car breaks down and he calls for help.
Author's Note: I started this fic ages ago and just now finished it. This fic has not been beta'd all mistakes are mine.
This fic was inspired by, Brendan Fehr. He mentioned at the con that I attended that Nick had called him because his car broke down and he went and rescued him…. And my slashy brain went with it!
Enjoy!
1/1
The phone rings incessantly and you can't help but pull the pillow over your head, trying to block out the noise. It's way too early to get up on your only day off in what seems like weeks.
"Nobody's home," you grumble as you squeeze the pillow tighter against your head and you sigh happily when the phone stops ringing, leaving you in the silence you were wanting.
You hear another ring and it takes you a second to realize it's your cell phone. Not any cell phone, but the in an 'Alien' emergency cell phone.
Emphasize on emergency.
You groan as you lunge for the phone, obviously you won't be able to avoid this call. You click it on, "What?"
"Michael," A voice replies with a sigh. You blink as the voice registers in your sleep deprived mind and for some reason you can't help but smile.
"Kyle?" You question as you run your hand through your hair.
"Don't you know how to answer the phone?" He groans and I can't help but laugh, realizing that it must have been him on the phone just a few minutes earlier.
"Yeah," You shrug as you stand up and make your way into the kitchen. "What's the emergency?"
"My car broke down," he mumbles and you frown, something else has to be wrong.
"Aren't you the mechanic?" You laugh nervously as you grab a bottle of Snapple from the fridge.
"I, uh." He hesitates, taking a deep breath. "Kinda blew the transmission."
"Blew the transmission?" You repeat, wondering how he managed to do that.
"Not like you haven't done it before," He grumbles and you pause, suddenly understanding what he meant.
"Oh," You gasp. "You blew up the transmission- I thought, I mean," you mumble wondering what was safe to say over the phone. "Where you at?"
You write down the directions and tell him you'll be there soon. The relief in his tone is viable and you can't help but smile.
Thirty minutes later, you're on an old dirt road and you pull your motorcycle over to the side of the road. Kyle smiles at you and you can't help but notice how sweaty and dirty he appears this early in the morning.
"You okay?" You ask as you take off your helmet and step beside him, it's then that you notice the angry blue sparks that mar his skin.
"Just peachy," he shrugs, rubbing at his arms. "You think you can get it to work?" He questions, turning away from you and gazing at the car.
"Kyle," you sigh, running your free hand over your neck. "What about you?"
"I'm fine," he insists, shrugging and you can't help but watch the muscles tighten in his back- he's anything but fine.
You grunt, placing the helmet on the bike and cross over to look at the car with him. You shudder slightly as your arm accidentally rubs against his, the sparks igniting something you didn't even know existed.
You stare blankly at the engine, your thoughts focused on the one standing beside you. You take a deep breath and groan as his musky scent infiltrates your senses- you've not been one to be tempted by another man, but you suddenly can't imagine anything else.
"Can you fix it?" Kyle questions as he begins to rub his arms, a motion that causes him to brush his arms against yours.
"Why didn't you call Max?" You suddenly question turning to him. "You know I'm not good with this shit."
Kyle tenses, his lips thinning as he bites back what seems like the obvious response. "Can you fix it or not," he huffs, turning to you as he falters slightly and you reach out to grab his arms to help steady him.
The sparks nip at your skin and you tighten your hold. "Kyle," you state your voice unsteady as you run your hands over his arm and he blinks up at you.
"Don't," he insists as he pushes you away and you instantly ache at the loss of his body.
"Don't what?" You ask as you reach out to him, you're not one to step down from a challenge. You fingers brush against his arms and he shocks you as he closes his eyes and moans your name.
"Fuck, Kyle." You groan as you grab him and kiss him. His arms snake up behind your back and he pulls you in, his tongue probing your own.
You pull away, gasping for air. You watch as he licks his lips and you can't help but groan. "Michael," he moans, running his hands down your back and forcing your groin to brush up against his.
It's pure agony, the sweet friction. "Kyle," you exhale as you lean in and kiss him once more, savoring his lips as your hands mimic his own and you rock your hips into his.
"Fuck," he grunts as you continue your motion, dry humping on the side of the road. And it turns you on even more, knowing that anyone could pass by and see, but unlikely on this stretch of road.
You hiss as he pushes you back against the car, the heat of the metal burning through your thin tee. "Kyle," you gasp, frantically pulling up his shirt, moaning as your fingers make contact with his skin.
He moans in your ear as your hands inch lower, your fingers hooking on the band of his jeans. "No," Kyle grates as he pulls away and you groan in protest, instantly pulling him back, catching his lips in a heated kiss.
"Yes," you moan and he instantly melts into your touch, his body melding into yours. You are so close to the edge that your thoughts are frazzled and you can't even make out what he's saying until he bites at your ear and you still your motions.
"You're ringing," he chuckles and you pause, barely making out that your cell phone is indeed ringing.
"Fuck," you drawl as you feel his hand slip into your jean pocket, brushing up against your erection as he pulls your cell phone out and answers it with a smirk as you try to focus your thoughts on anything but his moving lips.
He turns away from you and your trail your fingers over his back. You're slightly alarmed as he stiffens at your touch and pulls away from you.
"Maria," he deadpans and drops the phone into your hand.
"Huh?" You gasp as you glance at the phone and then back at him. He stares at you, the look of guilt crossing his eyes as he pulls even more away. You're gaze is glued to his as you press the phone to your ear and you instantly hear Maria's voice. "Hey."
"Michael," she sighs and you flinch slightly at her tone. "Can you come into work? Jose is having a really off day and-"
"Work?" You repeat, unable to switch gears so rapidly, your heart is still racing and your erection is hard and heavy from his touch.
Kyle turns away from you and you immediately reach out to him, stroking his arm as you lean into him, needing to feel him against you. You interlace your fingers with his and squeeze his hand. He flashes you a smile and you lean in to kiss him.
"Are you even listening to me?" Maria gasps into your ear and you sigh, ignoring her comment as you deepen the kiss. "What are you doing?"
"Kissing," you reply without hesitation and Kyle moans as you brush your hand over his erection. For a second you feel guilty, but then you recall the most important detail. She broke up with you and you suddenly can't remember why you were together in the first place. It never felt this electric-
"Kissing?" She repeats incredulously. "Where are you and who are you kissing?" She questions and you can't help but laugh.
"It's none of your business-" you state, not sure if you should out Kyle as well as yourself.
Kyle grabs the phone from you and hangs up. You gasp in surprise, not expecting that from him, but totally lose your train of thought as he kisses you once more, his hand rubbing against your erection.
The frenzied touches continue and once again, you find yourself close to the edge. "Kyle," you gasp as his hand wraps around your cock and you tremble, falling back against the car.
He quickly jerks you off and you see flashes as you come. Images of him flash before your eyes and you realize that he has had feelings for you for awhile- and it was only today that you broke through, that you broke down and felt the same.
"Kyle," you moan, trying to regain your senses as he leans against you, kissing you and you realize he's still hard.
"Michael," he groans as you slip your hand down his jeans and wrap your hand around his erection. You finger the slit, and you know he's close. "Fuck," He gasps as he digs his fingers into your biceps as you begin to pump his cock.
You nip at his lips, sucking on his tongue as he finally lets go and you love the feel as his orgasm washes over him and he becomes limp in your arms for a second before he roughly returns your kiss.
He pulls away, flashing a bright smile as he sweeps his gaze over you. "You look horrible," he teases, leaning in and kissing you. "Or well fucked."
You chuckle as you glance down, your clothes are wrinkled and there is a telltale sign of your orgasms drying in splotches on your clothes. "Yeah," you agree reaching out and pulling him into another heated kiss, wondering what the rest of the day will bring.
the end