From Two Down, Two to Go - Chapter Six
Just then a pissed-off Michael Guerin stalked over. "Damn it, Maxwell, what did I tell you about doing that in school? I got a goddamned detention because of you." Without giving Max time to answer, he took in all of their expressions and couldn't help but grin. "You guys, too, huh?" he asked Alex and Kyle casually.
They nodded dismally.
With a glint in his eye, he caught Max and Alex's sleeves. "Well, come on. We're going to be late getting back as it is."
Alex and Max stood obediently as Kyle turned to ask, "What are you talking about Guerin?"
"I say we need to have a little meeting. We need to show King Max here that he can't go around giving all four of us hard ons just because he catches a glimpse of Liz from across the room. Besides, do you guys want to spend the rest of the day like that?" He gestured toward their semi-erect cocks. All four of them. "Trust me when I tell you it ain't going away and could, in fact, get worse."
"Michael…" Max said warningly only to be ignored, not counting the burning glare Michael shot his way.
"What do you mean worse?" Kyle asked, getting to his feet.
Michael stood really close to Max and whispered, "You remember that little bottle of bubble bath you bought for Liz? Maria told me she used the very last of it last night. She even held the empty bottle under the running water to make sure that none was left inside. Nope, she didn't want to miss a drop as she slid her naked body into the warm bath surrounded by the scent that reminds her of you."
"Jesus, Michael!" Max said in his calmest voice, which wasn't calm at all. Michael always knew which buttons to push…
Michael grinned unrepentantly at the suddenly choking Kyle and Alex. "See what I mean? You just have to mention the word 'strawberries' when he gets like this and…" he listened in satisfaction to the trio of inhalations as a wave of lust stormed the group, "bam! Here you are again. Fortunately for us, my apartment's nearby." He reached over and grabbed Kyle by the back of his neck as he growled, "Besides I still owe you for that 'bite me' crack from two days ago."
Without another word, the four of them headed over to the jeep. Each was secretly plotting ways to make Max pay for their near-embarrassment. Even though Kyle and Alex felt no lust for one another, they figured they would have their hands too full with their alien friends to worry about being embarrassed with each other.
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No sooner were they all in the privacy of Michael's apartment, then Max turned and caught Alex in an aggressive kiss, thrusting his tongue deep into the surprised boy's mouth. Alex responded instantly, throwing his arms around the dark haired alien and holding on. It had been a few days since his own initiation, but his body remembered this person, recognized his scent, and responded accordingly; within seconds, his cock went from being semi hard to completely hard and he thrust his hips forward to let Max know it.
Max would have run his hand down Alex's trim body in order to stroke him: an acknowledgement of Alex's offering, but Kyle had other plans for him.
Not intending to be left out, Kyle, standing behind Max, grabbed the bottom of the hybrid's shirt and pulled it upward. Max released Alex's lips and pulled back slightly to help Kyle remove the garment. As he did so, his amber eyes remained trained on Alex's blue ones as Alex, taking his cue from Kyle, quickly unbuttoned his own shirt and removed it. It was added to the growing pile on the floor.
Max half turned so that he could reach Kyle, too, and ran a hand over the athletic boy's muscular chest, enjoying the warm, firmness he found there. Max knew the effort it took to build the abs, pecs and biceps as Kyle had, and he appreciated the results of Kyle's labors. His eyes followed his hand as it roamed slowly, caressingly over every bump and ridge Kyle had spent hundreds of hours in creating until it came to rest upon the one bulge that Kyle had come into naturally. Even through the denim of his jeans, Max could feel the heat emanating from Kyle's hardening member.
Max's eyes flew to Kyle's and got lost there, locked in the blue depths that were looking back at him with so much longing it was humbling. Max wanted to capture that look forever. When Tess had announced that Kyle was her choice, Max had been so conflicted over it he'd actually debated trying to talk her into choosing someone else. Not because he didn't want Kyle; didn't want this, of course he did, his hybrid body would have it no other way. Instead, it was because he was worried Kyle would reject them, him, outright. Max was afraid that the tentative friendship they shared would go up in smoke. Plus, there was the fact that Kyle would make a formidable enemy should the truth about what they were, what they needed, disgust him to the point that he turned against them. Everything they'd worked hard to achieve in Roswell would have come crashing down around them so very easily.
He'd never felt so vulnerable before, not even when it came to telling Liz their secret. Somehow, telling Kyle about the initiation had seemed worse.
Max's nerves had been so tied up as he and Michael approached the darkened Valenti residence that night, he'd thought he would be sick for the first time ever.
His nervousness that night had led to a near catastrophe, as he'd botched the whole explanation of what they were doing there, and what they'd wanted from him. Kyle had gone ballistic, as Max had predicted, until Michael'd stepped in. Forgoing any further discussion, Michael had wrapped his lips around Kyle's cock, and had literally sucked Kyle around to their way of thinking. It gave a new meaning to Maria's favorite saying about being 'sucked into the alien abyss.' Thank goodness for Michael's quick thinking.
They been better prepared for Alex's initiation. Max and Michael had both felt more confident that Alex would be easy compared to Kyle. He'd had more time to adjust to the whole 'aliens among us' thing, and had spent considerably more time with them than Kyle had. Plus they had the experience of what to expect to work from, which they didn't have with Kyle. No, of the two, Kyle had been the dicey one.
Now, to see the desire, affection and friendship all shining out of Kyle's beautiful eyes made Max adore him even more than he already did. Putting both of his large hands on either side of Kyle's face, Max drew him in for a long, lingering kiss. It was as different in tone to the one he'd just given Alex as night to day. He used his lips and tongue to lovingly stroke Kyle's tongue as his fingers caressed the back of his neck. Kyle responded in kind by deepening the kiss and rubbing his hands over Max's bare chest.
So focused on Kyle was he, that Max had nearly forgotten anyone else was in the room until Alex whispered softly in his ear, "I wasn't done with you yet," before setting his teeth lightly against Max's earlobe, causing goosebumps to chase themselves across his skin. He was standing behind Max now and slid his hands around Max's waist to undo the fastenings of his jeans.
Without breaking the kiss, Max kicked off his shoes as first, his belt loosened, then the button on his waistband came undone. He was full to bursting and beginning to throb when Alex started to slide the heavy, metal zipper down… very slowly, impossibly slowly… one… tooth… at… a… time… until Max was tempted to shove his hands away and just finish the job.
The kiss Max was sharing with Kyle changed, becoming more passionate as Kyle picked up on Max's impatience. He, also, had forgotten Alex was there, as caught up in Max's amber gaze as he'd been. Kyle was beginning to understand how Liz could stand and stare at Max's eyes for hours at a time. They were hypnotic in their intensity and openness when they were trained on him.
Air was starting to become an issue between them, and Kyle tore his mouth away from Max's to kiss path to his warm neck, searching out the sensitive places there. He moved slightly to the side to make room for Alex who was also coming around to stand in front of Max.
The alien was nearly at a loss with conflicting desires. He wanted to take charge of the seduction, to pleasure his friends until they were incoherent with need, but he sensed that today what they wanted from him most was passiveness. They wanted to be in charge, to bring him to his knees with lust for them. It took all of his will remain still under their lips and hands. There was something strange about having both Kyle and Alex petting him, but it was a good kind of strange, he decided. It felt weird being at the receiving end of the threesome. Before, during the initiations, he and Michael had been in control every step of the way, their attention focused solely on pleasuring their human friends through the long hours of the night. Today, they were intent on pleasuring him. It was a bit of a twist and Max needed to do some mental adjusting.
Speaking of Michael…
Max looked around with a frown and spotted the other hybrid relaxing on his sofa watching the three of them intently. He had his pants undone and was stroking himself while watching the three of them. What the heck was he doing over there, Max wondered. With a look, Max silently asked if he was going to join them, and Michael's answering smirk seemed to say that he was fine where he was, for now. Mentally shrugging his shoulders, Max return his attention to the two humans that were so focused on him, they hadn't yet noticed Michael's absence.
While Alex pushed the material of Max's jeans and boxers down his legs, helping him to step out of them, Kyle firmly grasped Max's cock and began to stroke him gently. They were both surprised when they felt Alex's tongue licking the tip of Max's cock, removing the small drop of precum that had collected there, causing Max's breath to catch and his hips to jut forward in an invitation for more.
As one, they both looked down at their friend who was kneeling at their feet. He looked like a beautiful acolyte in worship of their king. He looked like a fallen angel with his dark hair and blue eyes. Of course, he was neither. He was Alex Whitman, human being, and he was horney as hell. Coming back to his feet, he again caught Max's warm lips under his, thrusting his tongue deep with no apologies.
Max met him kiss for kiss as his skin heated up another notch with the dual treatment of Alex's kisses and Kyle's hands.
Kyle, wanting to taste Max's essence in his mouth again, craving it with an intensity he hadn't known since the night the hybrids had come to show him the meaning of true passion, took over Alex's former position on his knees in front of Max. As Alex had, Kyle ran his tongue slowly across the bulbous end on the cock he was stroking. Above him he heard Max groan deep in his throat, and repeated the action again before moving his hands out of the way in order to take Max's full length into his mouth. If he hadn't been ready, Max's surprised thrust forward might have gagged him, but Kyle easily allowed Max's thick member to slap against the back of his throat. Putting a hand on Max's hips to steady him, Kyle began a teasing dance of suction, nips and licks guaranteed to bring Max to the razor sharp edge of desire.
Through the fog that was beginning to cloud his reasoning, Max realized he wanted to drag Alex tighter into this… this - whatever it was. The kisses weren't enough. He reached down between their bodies and unfastened Alex's jeans, so he could shove his hands deep inside.
He rubbed his warm hands over Alex's willing flesh in a teasing caress. It was all he could do for him while Alex was still wearing his jeans. He smiled warmly at his friend's frustrated growl.
"Problems?" Max asked with a hint of laughter in his voice underlined with passion.
"Max, you are so cruel, man," Alex complained as he shed the last of his clothes.
When he was nude, Max commanded, "Come here," and Alex was happy to comply. Bringing his lips to Alex's neck and shoulders, Max's hands returned to grasp Alex's hard cock, relearning its shape and size. Remembering how the large vein underneath throbbed steadily with Alex's life force, Max ran a gentle finger along it, causing Alex to shiver. The vein had shocked him the first time he'd noticed it, never having seen anything quite like it before. Of course, the rest of them all had that vein as well as others on their cocks, but Alex's was the most pronounced of the group. Max and Michael could actually see it throb in time to Alex's pounding heart rate.
During the initiation, Michael had discovered it first, exclaiming, "Shit Alex! What the hell is that?" when he'd felt it pulsing against his tongue. After pulling away, he and Max had both stared at it in fascination until Alex moved to cover himself in embarrassment. Max would have none of that, and had drawn Alex's hands away, murmuring, "Alex, that's… Damn, that's amazing." Then Michael's mouth was back, and he swirled and rubbed his tongue against it, an action which they discovered was something Alex liked. A LOT.
Max had thought about enjoying this, being able to hold and caress him again, several times since Alex's initiation, and it was everything he remembered. He wished he could put his mouth on the straining flesh he was holding, but from his current position, Max's mobility was severely limited, so he settled for using his hands to lovingly stroke Alex's erection from tip to base and back again.
Alex was in heaven as the dark-haired alien rubbed him in an erotic caress. He relearned the chiseled planes and angles of Max's chest with one hand. His other hand was rubbing small circles against the indention of Max's spine before venturing to run lower, gliding over the alien's pale ass, enjoying the rhythmic clenching of Max's muscles as he carefully pumped into Kyle's willing mouth.
As a matter of fact, Alex was enjoying it so much that, without giving it much thought, he moved the one hand from Max's chest to Kyle's head. He discovered the silky feel of the other human's silky hair, much different from his own coarse hair.
Opening his eyes, Alex let his eyes memorize this moment: the passion and need stamped on Max's face, the tightness of his shoulder muscles, the ripples flexing in his abdomen with each motion, the glistening wetness of his thick cock as it slid in and out of Kyle's mouth, the desire on Kyle's face, the strength of Kyle's hands where they gripped Max's hips, Max's gentle hands on his, Alex's, cock. All of these things were seared into Alex's brain for future reflection intermingled with the sounds of their harsh breathing and Max's sounds of pleasure and the smells of their overheated bodies.
It was beautiful, this moment. It felt so right, so perfect, but at the same time, Alex worried there was something missing. Something that would make it even better. Something that would complete them.
As Alex puzzled it over, he watched Max's golden eyes slide open. Catching Alex in the act of memorizing the expressions on his face, Max leaned over to place a soft kiss on his mouth, his tongue sliding forward to trace the outline of Alex's mouth before entering fully, stroking against Alex's tongue in a heady caress. Alex's flesh jumped in Max's warm hand, which tightened in response. Pleasure streaked through him, and Alex pushed his hips against him with a small sound.
The sound caught Kyle's attention and, opening his eyes, he looked up in time to see Max and Alex kissing. The sight momentarily arrested him and he pulled away from Max's hardness to watch their dark heads moving in counterpoint to each other's. Then, his eyes followed the lines of their chests down until he found himself staring at Alex's erection clasped firmly in Max's large hands. It was only a few inches away from his face, and he couldn't help but stare at it. Frankly, he was surprised; Alex was bigger than he'd thought he would be. Kyle watched for a moment as Max stroked up and down it's length.
The entire head of Alex's cock was glistening with moisture from Max's loving. Looking at it, Kyle felt his mouth water. Obeying an impulse he would later question, he leaned forward and licked it to see if it tasted as good as it looked. It did.
Kyle released Max and twisted around a little so he was better angled to wrap his lips around his other friend's cock.
Alex couldn't believe what he was feeling, and threaded his fingers tighter through Kyle's hair to keep him from changing his mind and taking his sexy mouth away from him.
Max, feeling the loss of Kyle's attentions, inadvertently sighed in disappointment, but he didn't say anything. If Kyle wanted to turn this around on Alex, he was ok with that; still feeling a little unsure at being object of their attentions.
Kyle heard the small sound, and had to fight back a grin. He suddenly felt as popular as the lead cheerleader on prom night. 'Sorry guys,' he thought. 'There's only room for one.' He reluctantly released Alex and quickly returned to what he'd been doing before he'd gotten sidetracked. With hands, lips, teeth and tongue Kyle concentrated on pleasuring Max, sending him closer and closer to the edge with every touch.
As Max felt his passion begin to spiral out of control, he had to make a conscious effort to keep his grip on Alex's sensitive skin light. He was forcing himself to stand still on legs that were beginning to shake in reaction. All of his muscles were tightening, trembling in readiness for the rush of pleasure that was soon to be streaking through him.
Alex was helping as he explored the tight cheeks of Max's ass, sliding inquisitive fingers between the mounds of skin. The alien obligingly widened his stance to give Alex access to his most vulnerable areas. The questing human brushed past the puckered entrance he found in that area, lingering only briefly, to arrive at his destination: the ultra sensitive spot just behind the hanging sacs of his testies. He pressed against it lightly with one gentle finger.
Max opened his mouth to loudly suck air into his lungs before saying, "Oh god! Oh, yes."
Kyle, realizing that Max was close, opened his throat and with his hands on Max's hips, encouraged a deeper penetration. Max took his cue from Kyle, and began pumping fiercely into his friend's willing mouth, grunting with each thrust. "Kyle, yes. Take it all, man," Max panted out between clenched teeth.
Max was just seconds away from orgasm when, with another brush of his hands against that one spot between his legs, Alex pushed him over the edge. Max chanted out his appreciation, singing praises to both of them as Kyle eagerly swallowed him down. As his hips and heart started to slow down, Max ran a hand lovingly down the side of Kyle's face. Once Kyle released him, Max bent over and kissed him lingeringly, tasting himself on Kyle's tongue.
Deciding that one good turn deserved another, Max put his hand against Kyle's shoulder to push him backward onto the carpeted floor, only, it was not to be.
Before Max could go any further, suddenly Michael was there, pulling Kyle away. "Oh on you don't," he told Max. "I've been waiting for this one. You can have Alex." Pulling Kyle to his feet, Michael fastened his lips to Kyle's startled mouth and began walking him backward to the sofa.
Michael, knowing that time was of the essence, stripped off his shirt and tossed it on the counter, then reached for Kyle's zipper, pulling it down without so much as a 'by your leave'. The buckle and button on his waistband didn't stand a chance, and before the human really knew what was happening, Michael was shoving Kyle's pants and underwear down his legs. He knelt and pulled the fabric off, taking Kyle's shoes with it, and pushed the other boy down onto the sofa.
Before Kyle had time to react, Michael was over him, kissing him deeply and hungrily, his tongue sliding aggressively in and out of his mouth. Kyle was drowning in pleasure as he wrapped his arms around Michael's shoulders to hold him in place. It had been days since his initiation, but he hadn't forgotten the power of Michael's kisses. Making a small sound of need, he pressed closer to the alien's warm body. Michael pushed his fingers into Kyle's soft hair to hold his head in place for the ravishment he had planned.
Back on the other side of the room, Max had happily turned his attention to Alex. Drawing the other boy down to join him on the floor, Max caught him in a close embrace. Though he was temporarily sated, he knew that Alex was on edge, and wasted no time in kissing a path down his chest to take Alex's erection into his mouth as he'd wanted to earlier. Using his mouth, his hands, his whole body, in fact, Max settled into the very pleasurable task of setting Alex's body on fire.
Back on the sofa, Michael had a different game plan in mind. When he felt Kyle's tongue enter his mouth to rub against his own, Michael let him do as he wished for a few moments, but only a few. There wasn't enough time to do this leisurely.
Without warning, he lightly sucked on the other boy's tongue before releasing it. Kyle jumped reflexively as his blood heated up. Damn, that was sexy. Deciding he wanted more, he again sent his tongue into Michael's mouth where it received the same treatment, only the sucking was harder and lasted longer. Kyle started imagining that it was his erection that was receiving that treatment, causing said member to stand at attention, as if volunteering for the mission.
Unable to resist, he just had to do it again.
This time as he sucked on Kyle's tongue, Michael's own tongue was swirling over and around it, stroking and petting its every contour. Kyle was helpless against the desire that poured through him. Just before releasing the abused organ, Michael brought his teeth down to lightly press against it. Kyle groaned as pleasure shivered through him. Moving his mouth to Kyle's ear, Michael swirled his tongue over the outer rim before tracing the curves inward until he could stab the tip inside. Returning to the fleshy outside part, Michael sucked lightly on the lobe again with a hardening pressure before lightly setting his teeth against him. Kyle tilted his head closer in a gesture that meant, 'Don't stop,' which Michael deliberately chose to ignore. Instead, he kissed his way down to Kyle's neck where he sucked and licked lightly on the tender skin there. Having moved his hands, they were now free to roam across Kyle's chest down his abs to his waist and back up again.
Kyle groaned again, this time in disappointment. He'd thought Michael was about to touch his aching flesh, but no, he'd just teased him with the possibility. Maybe Michael wasn't getting the message, he thought. After what had happened in gym class, followed by what he'd just done with Max, Kyle was primed and ready to go. This seduction or whatever Michael was doing wasn't necessary. Kyle wanted him and he wanted him NOW! His body still remembered the heights of pleasure Michael had driven it to during the initiation, and he wanted that again.
"Michael," he implored.
Michael raised his head, his eyes practically glowing with lust as he stared down into Kyle's face. "Yeah?" he asked in feigned confusion. "Did you want something?"
You bet he did. Kyle arched his back and ran one of his own hands suggestively down his own chest to his crotch, but Michael grabbed it away before he could make contact.
With a grin, Michael chided, "Aren't we getting a little impatient?"
"Bite me," Kyle growled in frustration. He didn't know what game Michael was playing with him, but if he didn't get serious soon, then… Well, what exactly, Kyle wasn't completely sure, but he didn't have to lay here and take this. He could always go back and join Alex and Max. Out of the corner of his eye, Kyle could see that Max had Alex in a similar position, only *he* was sucking Alex's delicious cock rather than teasing him. Watching them, Kyle's state of mind redefined the phrase: penis envy.
His wandering attention was suddenly claimed by Michael as the alien grabbed both of Kyle's hands and pinned them to the sofa over his head, an action which brought Michael's chest close enough to graze his own.
Michael again took Kyle's earlobe into his mouth and bit down lightly before releasing it and whispering, "That's the idea." Kyle's mind had to work for a second before he came up with the explanation for that cryptic remark. Michael was getting back at him for the 'bite me' remark last Sunday in the CrashDown.
Without giving Kyle time to react, Michael again fastened his hot mouth against Kyle's neck and harshly sucked a portion of the skin into his mouth. Releasing it, he traced it with his tongue, causing shivers to march up and down the human's spine. He pulled the same patch of skin in again, this time pressing his teeth into it with enough force to imprint it. Now when he rubbed his tongue against it, he could feel the indentions he'd made. Pulling back, he gazed at the reddened skin appreciatively.
Kyle opened his mouth to object to this kind of treatment, but his words were cut off by the invasion of Michael's tongue. It stroked against his, engaging it in a duel for dominance. Kyle was determined not to lose this one, and retaliated by thrusting his own tongue deep into the alien's mouth. 'Take that,' he thought triumphantly.
Unfortunately, the move played right into Michael's plan. At the same time he closed his lips around it to suck gently as he had before, he reached down between their bodies and cupped Kyle's waiting hardness.
Kyle's mind ceased to function as lust rushed outward from its latent resting place between his legs, traveling around his bloodstream like a drug, effecting and sensitizing every nerve ending until he was twisting helplessly underneath Michael's warm body.
Michael swirled his tongue around Kyle's one last time before biting down on it, with enough pressure to put him on this side of uncomfortable. He released him immediately, but continued with the kiss, sucking and teasing the abused organ until the slight pain was a quickly fading memory.
Releasing Kyle's mouth, Michael slid down the other boy's body, tracing small patterns against his skin with his tongue until he came to a flat nipple. Michael licked the pebbled skin with hungry strokes before turning his attention to the skin directly above it. Like he had with Kyle's neck, Michael pulled the skin into his mouth and sucked hard. It was more difficult because there wasn't a lot of give in the human's taut skin, so Michael brought one of his hands up to help. The other he left where it was, stroking Kyle's cock slowly as if they had all the time in the world. They didn't, but some things take time.
He continued to give attention to the skin above Kyle's nipple, until the other boy caught his head between his hands, and urged him closer. Smiling, Michael asked, "What do you want, Kyle?"
"You know 'what'," Kyle told him, unwilling to say it.
Michael, on the other hand wouldn't relent. "No, I don't know. Why don't you tell me?"
"Bastard," Kyle ground out.
Michael just grinned and licked the nipple beneath the spot he'd been working. Kyle's passionate response was gratifying, so Michael repeated the touch before returning to the conversation at hand. "What Kyle? Do you want to feel my teeth against you?" He sucked on the aroused flesh lightly, while brushing the abused skin with a gentle fingertip.
"Jerk."
"Do you, Kyle?" Another kiss, another lick. "All you have to do is ask." His other hand stopped stroking and holding Kyle's cock firmly, began a short jerking motion, which reduced Kyle's brain to a state of rapidly melting Jell-O.
"YES! Alright?! Yes."
That was close enough. Michael brought his teeth against red spot he'd made and bit down. Kyle groaned in pleasure and held Michael's head pressed right where it was. The feeling, uncomfortable though it was, was incredible and Kyle couldn't get enough of it.
Michael looked at the teeth marks he'd made in satisfaction. But he wasn't done. Not by a long shot. He kissed, licked and sucked his way across Kyle's chest, leaving marks sporadically. Torturing him endlessly until Kyle begged him to stop, until there were angry red marks on his arms, thighs, chest and belly. All the while, Michael continued to stroke his straining cock alternating between a light touch to a harsh grip with quick motions that were driving him insane.
Finally, when Kyle didn't think he could take any more, Michael brought his mouth to the place where they both wanted it. Kyle braced himself of another round of harsh sucking, but the alien surprised him with the gentleness with which he held his most sensitive flesh. Kyle was ultra aware of Michael's teeth, carefully sheathed behind his lips as Michael went down on the entire length of Kyle's dick. Slowly, gently, he pulled his head back until just his tongue was touching the very tip, and his hand added support to the base. Then came the long, slow plunge back down again.
Michael used only minimal suction, as a reward for Kyle going along with his 'punishment'. He was thrilled at what Kyle had allowed him to do and now he was planning to be as gentle as possible as he brought his friend to completion. A quick glance at his wristwatch told him that they were all due back at school in five minutes, but he wanted to finish this, and Kyle deserved better than to have the ending rushed after that drawn out overture. Obviously, they were going to be late getting back as he'd predicted. Even if it meant another detention, it'd be worth it, he decided. They were going to take this slow.
With that thought in mind, Michael again gradually bobbed his head up and down using only a gentle pressure down and light suction back up.
It was a very un-Michael thing to do, and Kyle's swimming senses became confused. Another slide up and down, and Kyle realized that the sensation Michael was creating was nearly identical to what Kyle experienced as he slowly made love to his girlfriend. Gently, a hot pressure encased him followed by a soft resisting pull as the heat pulled away. Kyle bit his lip and tried not to think of Tess.
Turning his head to the side, he was again distracted by the goings on across the room. Alex and Max had shifted into a "69" position and were going down on each other with gusto. From the sounds coming from them, it was apparent that Alex was mere minutes away from an orgasm. Kyle had a flash again of that 'penis envy' he'd had earlier. He wanted to be sucked into a release from the sexual knots Michael'd spent the last half hour tying him up in. On the other hand, the envy went both ways. To give and receive. He wanted to be where Max was now. He wanted to be the one who would get to taste the fruits of Max's labors when Alex came. (That short taste of precum he'd gotten earlier from Alex had merely wet his whistle.) Or the fruits of Alex's labors when Max came. Max or Alex, Alex or Max, Kyle would be happy to have either one.
Michael caught and caressingly squeezed Kyle's balls, bringing the other boy's focus back to him, unaware that it had strayed. He looked up at the numerous marks he'd left on Kyle's skin, and unconsciously sucked a little harder on the upswing. Kyle made a sound as pleasure streaked through him and shifted his hips a little. Michael looked higher still and locked eyes with his friend. Kyle's gaze was slightly unfocussed, but the desire burning there had Michael's passion leaping to meet it.
His caresses got a little rougher; the suction a little stronger as he continued to minister to Kyle's aroused flesh. Michael noticed immediately when Kyle's hips began pumping in time to the rhythm he was creating. It occurred to him that this was what Kyle wanted. He'd strung the poor guy out on passion's limb too long for *nice* to get the job done now.
He'd have to save his softer side for another day.
So, without warning, he went into full suck mode as he picked up the speed of his motions.
Kyle's eyes flew open as stars danced in front of them. "Jesus!" he cried out as he reflexively pushed his hips upward, slamming his dick deep into Michael's mouth. He caught Michael by surprise, but the alien gave back good as he got, causing Kyle to exclaim, "Shit, Michael!"
A few short minutes later, Kyle was stretched out on the brink, about ready to fall into the alien abyss all over again. He was panting with each thrust, groaning, loudly. It felt so good, Michael's hot mouth sucking him down with each heartbeat. It was almost the perfect sensation. Almost. Something was eluding him. There was something he needed to drive him over the edge, and he finally figured out what it was. With his eyes clenched tightly shut, Kyle panted out, "Do it, Michael."
Not stopping what he was doing, Michael looked at him in confusion. 'Do what?' he silently asked.
Opening his eyes, Kyle glared at him and said, "You know what. Go ahead. I want you to. Do it."
Pulling away from him, Michael had to ask, "Are you serious? You really want…?"
"Yes," Kyle said, his hips still thrusting despite Michael's departure.
With a burning look that clearly said, 'well, you asked for it,' Michael again slid his mouth down over Kyle's thick member. He had to adjust slightly to take him all the way down until his lips were against the dark, curling hair that grew around the base of Kyle's cock. Then he carefully unsheathed his teeth and pressed them lightly into his friend's sensitive skin.
Kyle put both hands on Michael's head to hold him still and ground upward. "Harder," Kyle panted.
Michael ignored him and pulled upward until just the smooth tip was left in his mouth and he again lightly bit down.
Kyle was shaking his head even as he said, "No, no, no. Harder, Michael."
Michael disregarded his plea, and instead, roughly bobbed his head up and down, sliding his mouth the full length of his friend's erection seven, eight, nine times. On the tenth downward glide, he again took Kyle as deep as he could go, all the way to the base where he again pressed his teeth into Kyle's skin.
Kyle called out, "Yes. Shit, Yes. Michael," as he met him thrust for thrust.
The pattern was repeated; nine strokes then the bite Kyle was beginning to crave like he needed air to breathe. On the fourth repetition, Michael was on his way down for the count of nine when Kyle grabbed his head and literally shouted, "BITE ME, GUERIN!"
And so he did, HARD.
Lust shaped stars exploded in Kyle's head as he finally was pushed over the edge as he helplessly came into Michael's hot mouth. The alien swallowed down every last drop, then set about laving Kyle's abused flesh. Like a cat caring for its young, he carefully licked him from top to bottom, underside as well as top, in silent apology. As with Kyle's chest, there were now teeth marks completely encircling the base of the human's penis.
Oops.
Just then Max walked up next to them. Seeing the devastation of Kyle's beautiful body, Max exclaimed, "Jesus, Michael! What'd you do?"
Quick to defend himself, Michael stated, "ME? He made me do it."
For that piece of idiotcy, Max just glared at him and ground out, "Gimme a break, Michael."
Before Michael could say anything more, Kyle roused himself enough to admit, "No, Max, he's right. I did ask for it." Wincing as he sat up, Kyle carefully ran a hand over his abused chest. "That'll be a lesson for me."
Max still looked unconvinced, but he dropped the subject and said instead, "Well, get dressed, we've got to get back to school. We're pretty late as it is." Kyle eyed Michael, wanting to stay and give the troublemaker a taste of his own medicine, but Max was right. They needed to get back. His father was still fuming over he last time he'd gotten caught skipping.
With a mental shrug, Kyle let it go. He'd get his chance with Michael soon enough, he supposed. It's not like the alien was going anywhere.
Planning his retaliation, Kyle joined the others in getting dressed. After pulling on his shirt, he heard Max chuckling at something Michael'd said to him, and took a moment to look at his friends. They'd originally come here this afternoon to pay Max back for nearly embarrassing the hell out of them at school, but instead, *he'd* gotten punished while Max had gotten off scot-free. There was something seriously wrong with that. (Gotten off? Oh, look, another pun. Wasn't he just the comedian, he thought darkly.)
But what was a guy to do? he asked himself ruefully. Nothing ever worked out the way it should when there were aliens involved.
Alex's thoughts were running along the same lines as Kyle's as he looked around one last time to make sure no one had left anything. They'd have to put off punishing Max until another day. It would be something to look forward to.
Maybe they could get Kyle to bring over a pair of the sheriff's handcuffs.
Alex was grinning wickedly as he followed the others outside and climbed into the jeep already making plans of his own.
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