Author: Nehal

Email: azul_crysale@hotmail.com

Title: The Boy Who Could

Rating: PG

Ship: Slash.

Summary: The story of the boy who could and ultimately did escape the

clutches of one possessive alien.  *evil laughter*

Notes: Slash is homoerotica, although the ratings may vary.

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I can fight this.

I will get through it.  It's only one night.  I spend this one alone

and it's through, I'll finally have him out of my system.  I won't

feel this overwhelming urge to rip his shirt off whenever we meet,

and I'll be able to think clearly again.  One more night and its all

through.  I can fight this.  I can-

Damn he's looking at me again.  This is so not good.  Why can't he

keep those sexy intense brown honey eyes away from me? Why does he

always have to lick his lips and wipe his salty sweet forehead with

the back of his left hand?  I know why.  Its his- our- the sign.  He

wants me, now, but I'm strong.  I don't need to go into the break

room.  I don't even need to lock the door from the inside and I

certainly don't need to untuck my shirt, or unbutton the top button

of my pants to find some relief-

Damn it, I can fight this!

Maria's watching me, as I clear a table.  She's been suspicious of me

for a while, she even asked me once why I gave up precious overtime

at the auto shop to help out here and I gave her some bullshit about

Mr Parker asking me to help out in Liz's absence.  It wasn't the

truth, but it managed to get her off my back for a while.  But that

was weeks ago, and now that Liz is back she wants to know why I stick

around, why I stare at Michael every chance I get, why me and her ex

lock ourselves inside the break room almost every other day-

It'll be okay soon though because I can fight this.  If I go without

jumping his bones today then we can return to normal.  He'll start

seeing Maria again and I- I won't feel guilty about dating.  It'll

all be okay after today.  Now, if only he'd stop staring at me. 

It all started as a way to release some tension.  Michael and Maria

had just broken up, and she wanted some space but he didn't and of

course, as always, I was free- for him to practise a little sexual

experimentation.  It was only supposed to be a little fun before

Michael and Maria got back together again but for some reason it

became more- much more.  But I can cope.  I can.  I just need to go

one day without touching his coarse hands; one day without feeling

his slightly salty but incredibly warm lips against mine; one day

without trembling, as his hot breath tickles against my skin.  Just

one day.  I can do it. 

"Hey, Valenti!"

He calls me from the break room.  Arms crossed, legs slightly apart

and bent a little at the knee.  He looks comfortable, relaxed, his

eyes calm as he stares at me.  His eyes feel hot against my skin, and

I instinctively drop a glass.  It shatters across the pale grey

linoleum and I shudder.  One day alone.  I repeat it over and over

again in my mind.  One day alone and I'll fight this.  I look up and

meet his hot liquid eyes.  I imagine kissing his closed eyelids, and

tracing my tongue across his brow, I-

I need to get away from him.

I run.

I can fight this.  I know I can.  I just need some space. 

One day alone. 

I think I can handle it.

~fin~