When one wakes up the next morning after amazing sex, one hopes that their bed partner is still there in order to enjoy either some morning festivities or some morning time cuddles before the day commences.
Luckily for Michael, he is slowly brought back to the realm of the living by small pecks being littered over his chest by none other than the man he’d been hoping to wake up to that bright and early morning.
Michael, to make sure it wasn’t a dream, brought his fucked up hand into his line of vision just to see that, yes, it was still broken.
“You’re awake” the sultry, sleep calm voice of the man he’s loved all these years says before he places one last kiss over Michael’s heart then settles into laying down on that same exact spot.
He knows he shouldn’t be indulging in the hope, love, and happiness surging through his body at the mere feeling of Alex against him but he can’t help himself as he lays his fucked up hand on the arm wrapped around his waist while the other starts combing his fingers through Alex’s sleep-mussed hair.
“You stayed” Michael mused with a happy smile on his face as he just couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that Alex wasn’t pulling away or being forced away by some unseen force.
“I didn’t want to leave you to wake up alone” Alex muttered back as he nuzzled into the skin under his face.
If every day could start out like this, Michael would be love and happiness drunk; it’d keep him out of the Wild Pony for sure.
As they lay there, neither of them said anything more as they didn’t need words to express what they wanted to say. All they did was enjoy the closeness of the other as they both took in the fact that last night had been amazing, and the morning was shaping up to be one of the most memorable ones between them.
Michael, bending his head down just enough, delivered a kiss to the crown of Alex’s head which makes Alex sighed softly before he rubbed the side of his face against Michael’s torso again.
They both soon slipped into a doze to where they both weren’t really asleep but they weren’t really awake either, just basking in the other's presence until they felt like getting up to greet the morning.
Soon, however, both of their stomach’s decided that it was time to get up to go get some food to which, humble servants to their bodily functions as they are, begrudgingly agreed to which saw Michael pulling his jeans on while a, still sleep-dazed, Alex looked after him.
“Be out in a minute” Alex grumbled out as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.
“Don’t take too long” Michael commented with a soft smile on his face as he put on a clean shirt and headed outside leaving a grumbling Alex behind him that, dollars to donuts, will just fall back onto the bed in order to get some more uninterrupted sleep.
It didn’t matter to Michael if Alex slept on his bunk for however long he needed it, but Michael wasn’t about to pass up on a proper breakfast at Crashdown just so he could spend some more time in bed doing nothing; he was the restless soul between the two of them, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
As he was heading to his truck, he saw another one parked up beside it which was odd because he knew he’d driven Alex back to his Airstream so he had figured he’d left the truck at the Wild Pony while Adrian had been left at wherever they were staying.
Walking up to the back end of the truck showed him that he’d thought wrong as there the kid was sleeping with a pillow over his head to block out the sun wrapped in two sleeping bags that, no doubt, left the other two on the other side of the bed open for Alex when he was there to actually sleep in them.
Michael, figuring the kids gotta be hungry, shook his shoulder lightly to wake him up, “Hey, Adrian, get up and let's go get some breakfast.”
Adrian just groaned at him, but Michael’s persistence seemed to pay off as he eventually shuffled out from under the pillow to look at him with bleary eyes, “Do you know what time it is? It’s sleep time, so, I should still be asleep.”
Michael chuckles silently to himself as he thinks to himself that Adrian was a lot like Alex in regards to sleep it seems.
“Yeah, but it’s also breakfast time, and if I know a growing kid as I do, then your stomach is also going to get really angry with you real quick. Get up, I’ll take us to get some breakfast from Crashdown and bring some back for your Dad.”
“I fucking knew you two old men would hash out the UST pretty quick.”
Michael gave him a confused look as he tried to figure out what UST meant and why it pertained to him and Alex.
Adrian, seeming to catch his confusion and responded with, “Unresolved sexual tension. I’ve seen Dad battling it for the last ten years.”
Michael, now knowing what he meant, couldn’t deny that, yes, there had been a lot of tension built up between the intervening years that he and Alex had been away from one another, but he can say with certainty that the tension hadn’t been lessened between them in any way.
It’s just been toned down a bit.
“Come on, breakfast” Michael urged the teenager as he slung the top sleeping bag off the teen making it land on Alex’s side of the truck.
“I hate you” Adrian murmured as he forced himself to get up and go with Michael to the Crashdown Cafe.
Liz isn't there that morning so the waitress working takes their orders and leaves them to talk amongst themselves.
Michael and Adrian seem to sit there in silence while trying to find a topic, any topic, to break the awkwardness between them because Michael hadn’t exactly thought that Alex, of all people, would willingly sleep with a woman in order to get an offspring but, he guessed, weirder things have happened.
“So…” Michael tries starting out, but immediately comes up blank on what to say.
“He misses you” Adrian comes out saying as he looks at the man before.
“Yeah, he misses you a lot. I think this trip has been good for him, though I will only truly know when we run into Master Sergeant Asshole.”
Michael’s eyebrows raised in surprise as he replies, “You kiss your Mother with that mouth?”
“I wouldn’t know, I don’t have one. It’s always been Dad and me for as long as I can remember” Adrian tells him as the waitress brings them a coffee each along with a carafe to allow them to serve themselves more.
“So, she, what, signed over parental rights to him and beat a hasty retreat?” Michael asks trying to hash out why someone would give up Alex’s kid with no never mind to the both of them.
“From what my Dad told me recently, it’s a little more complicated than that.”
Michael gives him a look that isn’t getting what the kid is saying, “How can it be any more complicated than that?”
“He’ll need to tell you, it’s his story to share and not mine,” Adrian tells him deflecting the question as he drinks his cup of black coffee. There’s something Michael and Adrian seemed to share, you don’t mess with coffee - it’s good as is. Alex liked to put cream and sugar in it to dress it up to his liking, but Michael liked the bitterness just fine.
“Then, if you can’t tell me, can you at least point me in the direction of why you hate Master Sergeant Manes so much?”
“You’re seriously asking me that question?” Adrian asks like he’s outraged that Michael should even ask him something like that. Like he doesn’t even have a clue as to why.
“It’s a legitimate question” Michael fires back starting to get a little annoyed with the teenager who is sitting in front of him acting like a closed book. He knows Alex had to have raised him to be better than this.
“Because that asshole fucked up your relationship with my Dad due to his own hatred of you and his son!”
The earthquake that rocked the cafe came suddenly and went just as suddenly alarming Michael as he tried to figure out or find out why it happened.
“Another earthquake, seems the fault lines are shifting again,” Rosa says as she brings them their food.
Michael, who remembers the one from 2011, keeps himself on alert while also seeming to take the now-resurrected teens explanation even though an earthquake shouldn’t have happened this early unless it wasn’t natural.
As she walked away, Adrian apologizes for his outburst, and Michael says he understands as Alex must’ve told him what had happened the last night they were both together.
“So, tell me, what made you fall for Dad?” Adrian asked changing the subject altogether.
Michael sighs leaning back in the booth and away from his food as a nostalgic smile spread across his lips, “Ah, man, the first time I even noticed your Dad was...we were in Sophomore year I believe and he’d just got his nose pierced. I thought that little bit of jewelry was made to taunt me because combined with his eyeliner, I wanted nothing more than to be with him.”
“Wait, Dad had his nose pierced? Like nostril?”
“No, no, he went straight for the bullnose.”
“Holy shit, my old man was emo!” Michael exclaimed as he laughed over the thought that his grease monkey of a Dad once wore all black, had a bullnose piercing, and wore eyeliner like any regular scene/emo kid out there today.
“Nah, I’d say more goth since he didn’t do all that weird shit with his hair, but he also had an ear piercing that he stretched out too.”
Adrian made a show of waving his arms around like he couldn’t handle what Michael was telling him, “I...I can’t handle this mental image. My greaseball of a Dad was a goth and not some cowboy who worked at the local garage, my brain can’t process this information that’s been bestowed upon it.”
Michael laughed jovially as he looked at Adrian who looked so lost with what he’d just told him about his Dad, “Believe it, kid, he listened to all the popular bands back then like KoRn, Slipknot, Godsmack, could talk him into My Chemical Romance on a good day.”
Adrian whined as he held his head in his hands as he processed that his Dad would sometimes willingly listen to My Chemical Romance, “The Rock music isn’t a surprise since he likes to blast 2000’s rock over the stereo at his work, but any bands like My Chemical Romance are bands strictly to be played at the direst of times.”
“Well, he never could say “no” when I wanted to listen to “I’m Not Okay”. It kind of fit both of us now that I think about it.”
Adrian looks back up as he plays the song over in his head, “Yes, yes it is if he was living with My Grandpa From Hell at the time.”
Michael nods his head and says, “Yeah” before looking off to the right remembering vividly the night it had all ended in a metaphorical blazing fire.
“Well, come on, you noticed him in Sophomore year, and then what?” Adrian egged on trying to get Michael to talk more.
“And then, I acted like the creeper I was back then because I wasn’t confident enough to go up to him and ask him to go to the Eraser Room with me.”
“Someplace nobody else but teenagers goes to in order to make out?”
“Yep, that’s about the size of it. It wasn’t until Senior year when I saw him in his tux at Prom that I finally found the guts to go to his work and kiss him under the fake UFO’s and stars. One of the best memories I have of the both of us.”
“It’s so sweet, I wanna puke” Adrian commented as he looked at Michael with a look that screams that he was actually happy for the two of them.
As the breakfast hours dwindled, Rosa brought Alex’s to-go order out for them as they got ready to go.
As they get back to the junkyard, Adrian has Michael stop before he got out of the truck, “Thank you, for telling me about how you fell in love with my Dad. I know how he fell in love with you, but I wanted to know your side of the story as well.”
Michael felt oddly touched by the kid’s thanks as it meant a lot knowing that the teenager could’ve easily written him off and saw him as not good enough for his Dad, but he didn’t - he seemed to think that Michael is more than good enough.
Feeling vulnerable in a way he never has, he mutters, “You’re welcome” before they both got out.
Alex was up and about when they finally exited the truck, and he was in nothing but jeans (which are not from the night before), boots, and an open button-up showing the tanned torso along with some of the light bruises Michael’s grip left behind from the night before.
“Put that shit away!” Adrian exclaimed to his Dad as he walked over to their truck.
“Hey! Watch your fucking language!” Alex yelled back seeming to know Adrian was just playing with him as he straightened up the bed of the truck.
“Seriously, Alex?” Michael asked raising his eyebrow at his ex-boyfriend. Wait, was he his ex still? Did they even properly end their relationship? Last night’s sex was amazing, but are they even in a relationship at all? Friends with benefits, maybe? Michael doesn’t know, but he needs answers.
Alex hopped out the back of the vehicle and went over to Adrian slinging his arm around his shoulders, “Ah, I stopped caring when he was thirteen and decided that, instead of doing chores, he was going to cuss me out in every language he knows. Surprisingly, he got to German before he finally got the message that I didn’t care that he was cursing at me - it was chores or else.”
“Wow, straight-laced, Manes lets his kid curse him out. I thought you’d’ve taken a belt to his hide.”
“I tried it, the little fucker learned to lie so I got pissed off at the person who suggested it and never did it again. Hurting him hurts me.”
“Yep, and now we’ve learned when the other is playing and the other is serious when it comes to cursing at one another” Adrian comments as he lays his head down on his Dad’s shoulder who, in turn, starts combing his fingers through his hair lightly.
Michael wishes he could be in on the scene unfolding before him as Father and son bask in the presence of the other for a minute before they start moving again.
“Alright, I’ve got the truck packed up for tonight so we can start heading back to Santa Fe,” Alex says as he goes back to the bed of the truck in order to make sure everything is strapped down.
Michael, caught off guard, gets back into the conversation and not in the haze of familial warmth, “Wait, what?”
Alex stops working on making sure everything is strapped in to stand up and turn back to Michael who’s moved to the tailgate, “We were only here for the weekend” he tells him with a sad expression on his face.
“Michael...I-I thought you’d have left Roswell. I didn’t think you’d stay here just to be with Max and Isobel” Alex tells him looking as if he was hurt and his heart was breaking at knowing that he hadn’t taken enough time off of work just to be able to continue staying in Roswell.
Michael looks down to the dust covered ground as his mind pieced together that Alex hadn’t even thought he’d still be there after seventeen years. Roswell is the only place he’s ever known that spells out “home” yet, now that Alex came like a rainstorm back into his life, he didn’t feel at home here anymore.
He has an eight-wheeled tin can that he calls home, a junkyard that is basically a pit of everyone else's lost hopes and dreams, and not a person to share it with.
Adrian, seeming to sense the growing tension between the two of them that isn't of the sexual nature, retreats into the Airstream in a bid to give them some privacy.
Alex sighs as he walks over to the tailgate and sits down pulling Michael in-between his legs so they are close enough to touch, “If I had known you were here, I would’ve taken the entire week off just so Adrian and I could stay here with you, but I didn’t and I’m sorry. I don’t want to leave you here, Michael, please believe me.”
“Came long enough to see everyone you care about before the Master Sergeant caught wind you’re here” Michael mutters as he keeps looking down at the ground.
Alex looks down himself before he murmurs back, “Yeah, yeah I did. I didn’t expect last night to happen, but I’ll never see it as a mistake.”
It’s like that reassurance lifts an unknown weight off of his shoulders which, in turn, has him stepping closer and caressing both sides of Alex’s neck with his hands as he bends his head down to rest his forehead against the other man’s own.
“I will never regret this weekend, seeing you has been the highlight of this entire trip,” Alex tells him as his eyes slip closed.
Michael allows his own to close as they try to bask in the time they have left together.
If the Earth could stand still, science be damned, he’d make the most of every moment they have until it’d start spinning again. “I love you” Michael mutters to him as he blindly starts kissing Alex’s face who just seems to sit there and wait until their lips connect to which he responds with his own confession of love to Michael.
Silent as it may be, Alex doesn’t hold back when it comes to his feelings for Michael in word or feeling; he’s always been so straightforward and now seems to be no different as Michael feels all of Alex’s love and passion be pushed into the kiss.
“I love you, I love you, I love you,” Alex says over and over again once they pull away.
“I know, baby, I know” Michael whispers into his ear as he kisses it.
To the outside eye, these two would look like they’re winding up for an encore, but Michael knows Alex wouldn’t do that in front of Adrian who could hear and see everything they’d be doing.
As the afternoon starts fading into early evening, Alex and Adrian make sure they’d grabbed everything they’d brought with them as well as any souvenirs that Adrian had bought the night before.
Once it was time for them to make the four hour trip back to Santa Fe, Adrian was left sitting in the passenger side of the truck while Alex and Michael said their “see you later”’s because neither one of them believed that the other would stay out of the other’s life for very long.
Not after the reunion they’d had.
“I better hear from you, Guerin, or I’ll come back down here to give you a piece of my mind” Alex threatens lightly as he holds onto Michael’s neck while looking directly into his eyes.
“I’d be stupid to not text and call you every day” Michael vows to him as he looks back into his eyes expressing his wish for him to stay even though he knows Alex has to go. He doesn’t have a life here in Roswell and, no matter how much it pains him, he’ll take talking and texting over the phone over not being able to talk to him at all.
“You’d better” Alex mutters before he pulls Michael into one last searing kiss that leaves the other man looking dazed as he walks to his truck, opens the driver's side door, and gets in starting it up.
“No regrets?” Adrian asks looking at his Dad.
“None,” Alex says as he puts the truck into gear and they both start driving away leaving a hopeful Michael behind.
Michael, himself, hopes for a future where he won’t be forced to see Alex driving away from him each and every time. Maybe, just maybe, they could have everything they ever wanted when they were seventeen.
When they’d come together in a cosmic blast that left both wanting the other, after all, this only the beginning to their story. Not the ending.