After the brief discussion with Max earlier, Michael nabs a small bottle of work's finest moonshine (thank you, Corbin). He's also just got a slim flask of his own choice beverage (acetone!) tucked away in his back pocket, to sneak into his glass when Max isn't looking.
He knocks on Max's door and reaches up to tap the cupcake for good measure. He's looking forward to another romp with Max, he feels like they haven't had the chance to hang out as much. Michael's been in his own head a lot, and the stuff with Raleigh....is...complicated. (It really isn't, he's just in his feelings about it.)
It's so fucking cute and so fucking Max. "It's definitely easier to find your room now," Michael says, diplomatic and smirking. "It's nice. Are you selling cupcakes out of your room now? And how come I haven't gotten any?"
Rude, Max, real rude. Michael makes himself at home, striding in and opening the bottle to pour them both generous helpings. "All you need is a TV and a hot tub and I think you'd be all set." Maybe a toilet, Michael?
"I'm not selling anything out of here. And it's not my fault you keep missing cupcake day. You should come by more often." Max sticks his tongue out. Nya!
"Hm. A hot tub... that's not a bad idea." But he's not thinking about that for him. He's thinking about that for a certain Jaerger pilot suffering from sore limbs. Fuck. That could work?
"Hell, if I keep asking for stuff, I may as well just ask for a whole house. Some have." Toilets? Who needs them?
"Maybe if you texted me when you had cupcake day so I don't accidentally get, like, Lucas in his shorts or something," Michael shoots back, almost sticking his tongue back at him.
"I suggested it to Raleigh too," he comments idly. "I thought it'd be good for him, y'know." Asshole doesn't take care of himself.
But they are not there to talk about Raleigh. "Yeah, some people have them. You should have a house, you deserve a lot of space to have a lot of people over. You seem to like having a lot of people over, I mean." Ugh. Michael rubs his face and takes a quick generous drink of moonshine. "I promise I'm not calling you a slut, you're just...really social, and I like the image of you having a house where you can have people hang out all the time."
"If the shoe fits," Max says with an easy laugh, "I may as well wear it proudly. I know what I am, Michael."
He shrugs. He's a slut. But, it does mean he can afford to buy his friends things when they can't (or won't!) get it for themselves. And now that Michael has mentioned it... Max thinks he's definitely going to request a tub for Raleigh. It IS almost his birthday.
"Well, you have a point, too. I do like having people over. And Lucas is in here almost as often as his own room. It would be nice to have more space for it. But, I worry I'd miss seeing people around here. I like that we're all so close, you know?" Passing people in the halls, saying hi, he likes that.
"I mean yeah, I don't just mean the sex." Max has such a big and open and loving personality.
Michael nods, turning to top himself up (and sneak a bit of acetone into his drink). "Think it's like living in a dorm?" He tries not to think about how he missed out on college, and the why. "Maybe you could ask for a bigger room. A bigger bed."
"I know. I know." He's glad Michael has noticed, honestly.
"Yes. I'd say it's a lot like that. I always did love that atmosphere." Max was a social guy in college too. Too bad he never had a chance to graduate.
"I could..." Max comes closer, his words curling on his tongue, "but I think we fit in it just fine right now, don't you?" He knows he's supposed to be having his drink, but he'd rather taste Michael's lips instead.
Yesss let's not talk about what Michael missed out on, let's act on what's right in front of us. Michael leans back against the table, setting his glass down and leaning back on his hands in a way he knows gives his body an inviting angle.
"I'm not sure," he says, smiling slowly and giving Max a look from under heavy lids. "I think we need to see for sure."
Michael tugs Max closer with his mind, settling the larger man's weight against him as he kisses him back. He did promise to use his powers on him, after all.
He slides his hands up Max's back and into his hair, mouth opening under Max's.
Max is suddenly rock hard. Fuck. He loves it when Michael uses his powers on him.
What was already a passionate kiss turns into a frenzy at that. Max digs his fingers into Michael’s hair and holds on while he drags his mouth down from the man’s lips to his chin, neck, shoulder, and he keeps heading south, eventually having to let go of the man's hair. but it's worth it.
Let him show Michael exactly how he feels about being jerked around.
Michael arches under Max with a groan, tightening his own grip into the man's hair as he slides down, pulling sharply when he does something especially nice.
The night is a great reminder of why he likes having sex with Max. It's also Michael's first time staying over with Max, and god damn but the man's got some superior snuggle skills. He tries to sneak out of his arms in the morning (not to leave just to get breakfast started like he promised), but he'll be easily pulled in for some lazy morning makeouts or sex before pinning Max down and making him promise to stay where he is while Michael cooks.
He'll even do it naked, as long as he doesn't cook bacon. Now stay and let him go start the coffee.
Nights like these leave him wondering why the hell he isn't booty calling Michael more. When the two of them quit talking and start fucking, it's amazing.
But the fun doesn't stop just at the sex. It feels like it was a small triumph that he's managed to get Michael not only to cuddle him all night, but then in the morning too (and more) despite several attempts at escape. He's looking quite smug about it, up until Michael makes him promise not to get out of bed to help.
"But-!" he tries to protest, but it's hard to argue when he's being pinned so nicely. And, he did say he'd let Michael do it.
"Fine." That doesn't mean he can't lay here all naked and cute pouting while he watches. That's exactly what he's gonna do. With his arms cartoonishly folded over his chest.
At least... until he spots Michael's flask laying nearby on the floor next to his jeans. He waits until Michael's back is turned then he rolls to the side of the bed and snags it.
"While you get the coffee, I'll get the hair of the dog," he says, popping the lid off of it. He lifts it to his lips for a sip and ends up spitting it out all over the bed.
Michael walks back from the bed with a smirk, making sure to keep Max pinned with his mind until Michael is safely in the kitchen area. It's a real cute sight anyway, Max pouting with his arms crossed like that. "Let someone else take care of you for once," he teases, turning to start the coffee and the eggs.
"Hmhm?" He doesn't think anything of Max having another drink so he doesn't bother looking to see exactly what he's drinking out of until he hears him sputter and curse. Then he jerks his head up and freezes when he sees what's in his hand.
Michael sets the bowl of eggs he's whisking down, puts a fake grin on his face. "Oh yeah I shoulda warned you, I like it pretty strong." He strides over and reaches to snatch it out of Max's grip. "Sorry, I'll take that."
All the warm fuzzy thoughts of how fun it is to get pinned down from across the room have gone right out the window now, replaced by cold dread.
He fixes Michael with a shrewd glare and attempts to dodge the flask away from his reaching hand. "Bullshit. That's not strong stuff! That's chemical! You think I don't know the difference? Are you drinking paint thinner?"
Shit, that's a look on Max's face, and Michael feels the panicked need to lie. "It's not it's--It's just" He flounders, glances at the door like he's thinking of making a run for it.
...He sags.
"It's acetone." Can he have the flask back now. "I was drinking acetone."
"What? No!" Now Michael is confused. "No I--it's a numbing agent for me, a painkiller!" Which still isn't, like, great. "It's not poison for me like it is for...for you. For humans."
Look, he's not leaving. He's just putting his jeans on because he's not having his conversation with his dick out. He sits on the edge of the bed and runs a had through his curls, glancing anxiously at Max. "I'm an alien," he says in a breath, quick. "I don't know where I'm from." He holds his forearm out to show Max the tattoo of three differently patterned circles, lines drawn from them to meet in the middle in a triangle. "This is the only clue we've got and I have no idea what it means."
Well, since Michael is putting pants on, Max decides maybe he'd better do so as well. So, he grabs a pair of gym shorts from the top of his clothes hamper and steps into them.
By the time Michael is back and sitting on the bed next to him, he's had time to come down from the initial shock. And yet. That's still one hell of a thing to hear a guy say.
"Holy shit. R-really?"
Max stares at Micahel in amazement. But he's so... usual looking. At least on the outside. But, okay, he does have his telekinesis. So, really, should Max be so shocked?
He reaches a finger out to trace the line of that tattoo. "I always thought this was just a cool design..."
His gaze lifts to meet Michael's, wanting to reassure the man -alien?- that he's not going to run screaming or anything stupid like that.
"I don't understand. How can you know you're an alien if you don't know where you came from?"
Well Max looks a little calmer, and that's...good. He's not yelling at Michael for lying to him for months, and that is also good.
He nods slowly and watches Max's finger trace the design on his arm. "It's something that connects us. The three of us who survived the 1947 UFO crash in Roswell." Where Michael is from. "Because we were protected by alien pods." He looks up, finally, to look at Max's face. His expression.
Michael shrugs. "I don't remember anything from before coming out of the pod in 1997. I didn't grow up knowing this, the others and I...we just pieced it together. What we could do, where we were found." He looks at Max's face until he's sure he's not mad, and he sighs.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't tell anyone except Raleigh, I didn't know who was safe." And Raleigh found out pretty similarly to how Max did, whoops. "Daniel's got his thing with his invasion..."
After finding out one of his partners is a werewolf, finding out another one is an alien seems... less difficult to process. Lucky for Michael. And Max has no stones to throw about lying, not when he hasn't told a soul about how Jackie is his Master.
"Only three of you?" Max's expression is sympathetic now. "And you had to find it all out like that? Michael, I'm so sorry."
He stops stroking the tattoo so he can take the man's hand. "I'm not mad. I know how it is to be unsure how people might react. That's why I didn't tell anyone about my situation for a long time too. And, when you hide something for so long it just... seems safer to keep doing it. I get it.
"But I'm glad I know now. And this isn't going to change anything between us. I promise." If Michael will let him, he'll lean in to kiss the man on his forehead.
"Hey, it's kind of cool. I can say I've made out with an alien now. And he's a pretty good kisser." He bumps his shoulder against Michael playfully. "That's a joke. I'm not going to tell anyone. I swear."
Michael does feel pretty lucky. He's thinking about how many people he's made friends with, and how many people at home know, and is it really worth pretending here? The danger (dissection) isn't present.
"We had each other," Michael shrugs it off like it's no big deal. But it was. "..Someone protected us for those fifty years, as long as she could." Until she couldn't anymore. "That's when we came out. We looked after each other. Covered up each other's..." he coughs a little. "Mistakes." And it turned out Isobel hadn't been a murderer after all!
He smiles crookedly at the hand hold, at the kiss on his forehead. He lets it happen--it's kind of nice, and doesn't feel patronizing. "I mean I saw, what's his name--Vax, with wings? But people get weird about space." He didn't want to risk it.
"Y'know..." Michael shakes his head and gently shoulders Max in the chest. "You can say it, just don't let on who it is." he gives max a slightly exhausted, cautious smile. "Thanks. Between you and Raleigh, I'm wondering if I shouldn't just come clean."
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Date: 2020-12-06 01:53 am (UTC)He knocks on Max's door and reaches up to tap the cupcake for good measure. He's looking forward to another romp with Max, he feels like they haven't had the chance to hang out as much. Michael's been in his own head a lot, and the stuff with Raleigh....is...complicated. (It really isn't, he's just in his feelings about it.)
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Date: 2020-12-06 03:29 am (UTC)"Come on in. I got us glasses with ice already." The perks of having his own refrigerator and kitchen.
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Date: 2020-12-06 03:35 am (UTC)Rude, Max, real rude. Michael makes himself at home, striding in and opening the bottle to pour them both generous helpings. "All you need is a TV and a hot tub and I think you'd be all set." Maybe a toilet, Michael?
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Date: 2020-12-06 03:43 am (UTC)"Hm. A hot tub... that's not a bad idea." But he's not thinking about that for him. He's thinking about that for a certain Jaerger pilot suffering from sore limbs. Fuck. That could work?
"Hell, if I keep asking for stuff, I may as well just ask for a whole house. Some have." Toilets? Who needs them?
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Date: 2020-12-06 04:03 am (UTC)"I suggested it to Raleigh too," he comments idly. "I thought it'd be good for him, y'know." Asshole doesn't take care of himself.
But they are not there to talk about Raleigh. "Yeah, some people have them. You should have a house, you deserve a lot of space to have a lot of people over. You seem to like having a lot of people over, I mean." Ugh. Michael rubs his face and takes a quick generous drink of moonshine. "I promise I'm not calling you a slut, you're just...really social, and I like the image of you having a house where you can have people hang out all the time."
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Date: 2020-12-06 04:14 am (UTC)He shrugs. He's a slut. But, it does mean he can afford to buy his friends things when they can't (or won't!) get it for themselves. And now that Michael has mentioned it... Max thinks he's definitely going to request a tub for Raleigh. It IS almost his birthday.
"Well, you have a point, too. I do like having people over. And Lucas is in here almost as often as his own room. It would be nice to have more space for it. But, I worry I'd miss seeing people around here. I like that we're all so close, you know?" Passing people in the halls, saying hi, he likes that.
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Date: 2020-12-06 04:23 am (UTC)Michael nods, turning to top himself up (and sneak a bit of acetone into his drink). "Think it's like living in a dorm?" He tries not to think about how he missed out on college, and the why. "Maybe you could ask for a bigger room. A bigger bed."
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Date: 2020-12-06 05:36 am (UTC)"Yes. I'd say it's a lot like that. I always did love that atmosphere." Max was a social guy in college too. Too bad he never had a chance to graduate.
"I could..." Max comes closer, his words curling on his tongue, "but I think we fit in it just fine right now, don't you?" He knows he's supposed to be having his drink, but he'd rather taste Michael's lips instead.
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Date: 2020-12-06 12:10 pm (UTC)"I'm not sure," he says, smiling slowly and giving Max a look from under heavy lids. "I think we need to see for sure."
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Date: 2020-12-06 11:35 pm (UTC)"I guess we do," with that, Max closes the distance between them with a hot and heavy kiss.
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Date: 2020-12-07 12:10 am (UTC)He slides his hands up Max's back and into his hair, mouth opening under Max's.
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Date: 2020-12-07 04:40 am (UTC)What was already a passionate kiss turns into a frenzy at that. Max digs his fingers into Michael’s hair and holds on while he drags his mouth down from the man’s lips to his chin, neck, shoulder, and he keeps heading south, eventually having to let go of the man's hair. but it's worth it.
Let him show Michael exactly how he feels about being jerked around.
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Date: 2020-12-07 12:03 pm (UTC)The night is a great reminder of why he likes having sex with Max. It's also Michael's first time staying over with Max, and god damn but the man's got some superior snuggle skills. He tries to sneak out of his arms in the morning (not to leave just to get breakfast started like he promised), but he'll be easily pulled in for some lazy morning makeouts or sex before pinning Max down and making him promise to stay where he is while Michael cooks.
He'll even do it naked, as long as he doesn't cook bacon. Now stay and let him go start the coffee.
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Date: 2020-12-09 06:13 pm (UTC)But the fun doesn't stop just at the sex. It feels like it was a small triumph that he's managed to get Michael not only to cuddle him all night, but then in the morning too (and more) despite several attempts at escape. He's looking quite smug about it, up until Michael makes him promise not to get out of bed to help.
"But-!" he tries to protest, but it's hard to argue when he's being pinned so nicely. And, he did say he'd let Michael do it.
"Fine." That doesn't mean he can't lay here all naked and cute pouting while he watches. That's exactly what he's gonna do. With his arms cartoonishly folded over his chest.
At least... until he spots Michael's flask laying nearby on the floor next to his jeans. He waits until Michael's back is turned then he rolls to the side of the bed and snags it.
"While you get the coffee, I'll get the hair of the dog," he says, popping the lid off of it. He lifts it to his lips for a sip and ends up spitting it out all over the bed.
"What the hell?!"
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Date: 2020-12-09 07:50 pm (UTC)"Hmhm?" He doesn't think anything of Max having another drink so he doesn't bother looking to see exactly what he's drinking out of until he hears him sputter and curse. Then he jerks his head up and freezes when he sees what's in his hand.
Michael sets the bowl of eggs he's whisking down, puts a fake grin on his face. "Oh yeah I shoulda warned you, I like it pretty strong." He strides over and reaches to snatch it out of Max's grip. "Sorry, I'll take that."
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Date: 2020-12-09 09:33 pm (UTC)He fixes Michael with a shrewd glare and attempts to dodge the flask away from his reaching hand. "Bullshit. That's not strong stuff! That's chemical! You think I don't know the difference? Are you drinking paint thinner?"
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Date: 2020-12-09 09:55 pm (UTC)...He sags.
"It's acetone." Can he have the flask back now. "I was drinking acetone."
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Date: 2020-12-09 10:34 pm (UTC)Cuz. He's not. Okay?
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Date: 2020-12-09 10:40 pm (UTC)Max's expression draws in tight, almost unreadable save for the clear concern still edged into the creases of his brow.
"But... Michael, what are? If you're not human?"
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Date: 2020-12-09 10:53 pm (UTC)Look, he's not leaving. He's just putting his jeans on because he's not having his conversation with his dick out. He sits on the edge of the bed and runs a had through his curls, glancing anxiously at Max. "I'm an alien," he says in a breath, quick. "I don't know where I'm from." He holds his forearm out to show Max the tattoo of three differently patterned circles, lines drawn from them to meet in the middle in a triangle. "This is the only clue we've got and I have no idea what it means."
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Date: 2020-12-10 01:16 am (UTC)By the time Michael is back and sitting on the bed next to him, he's had time to come down from the initial shock. And yet. That's still one hell of a thing to hear a guy say.
"Holy shit. R-really?"
Max stares at Micahel in amazement. But he's so... usual looking. At least on the outside. But, okay, he does have his telekinesis. So, really, should Max be so shocked?
He reaches a finger out to trace the line of that tattoo. "I always thought this was just a cool design..."
His gaze lifts to meet Michael's, wanting to reassure the man -alien?- that he's not going to run screaming or anything stupid like that.
"I don't understand. How can you know you're an alien if you don't know where you came from?"
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Date: 2020-12-10 01:51 am (UTC)He nods slowly and watches Max's finger trace the design on his arm. "It's something that connects us. The three of us who survived the 1947 UFO crash in Roswell." Where Michael is from. "Because we were protected by alien pods." He looks up, finally, to look at Max's face. His expression.
Michael shrugs. "I don't remember anything from before coming out of the pod in 1997. I didn't grow up knowing this, the others and I...we just pieced it together. What we could do, where we were found." He looks at Max's face until he's sure he's not mad, and he sighs.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't tell anyone except Raleigh, I didn't know who was safe." And Raleigh found out pretty similarly to how Max did, whoops. "Daniel's got his thing with his invasion..."
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Date: 2020-12-10 10:04 pm (UTC)"Only three of you?" Max's expression is sympathetic now. "And you had to find it all out like that? Michael, I'm so sorry."
He stops stroking the tattoo so he can take the man's hand. "I'm not mad. I know how it is to be unsure how people might react. That's why I didn't tell anyone about my situation for a long time too. And, when you hide something for so long it just... seems safer to keep doing it. I get it.
"But I'm glad I know now. And this isn't going to change anything between us. I promise." If Michael will let him, he'll lean in to kiss the man on his forehead.
"Hey, it's kind of cool. I can say I've made out with an alien now. And he's a pretty good kisser." He bumps his shoulder against Michael playfully. "That's a joke. I'm not going to tell anyone. I swear."
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Date: 2020-12-10 11:06 pm (UTC)"We had each other," Michael shrugs it off like it's no big deal. But it was. "..Someone protected us for those fifty years, as long as she could." Until she couldn't anymore. "That's when we came out. We looked after each other. Covered up each other's..." he coughs a little. "Mistakes." And it turned out Isobel hadn't been a murderer after all!
He smiles crookedly at the hand hold, at the kiss on his forehead. He lets it happen--it's kind of nice, and doesn't feel patronizing. "I mean I saw, what's his name--Vax, with wings? But people get weird about space." He didn't want to risk it.
"Y'know..." Michael shakes his head and gently shoulders Max in the chest. "You can say it, just don't let on who it is." he gives max a slightly exhausted, cautious smile. "Thanks. Between you and Raleigh, I'm wondering if I shouldn't just come clean."
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