Chapter 20: Case #X-08212009-3: Starfall Ranch Incident
Co-written w/ @beautifulcheat
Max took a breath, and pressed the doorbell. Nervous. Why the fuck was he so nervous?
Oh right. Because he was ringing the doorbell of a mad scientist. Michael called her a mad scientist. Max had trouble thinking of Liz as anything but a brilliant, interesting and gorgeous woman. Especially when she looked at him with those soft brown eyes….
Max rang the doorbell again, reminding himself that Liz was married. But more importantly, her sister was kidnapped by his sister’s psychopath husband and a man wearing his own face.
Max closed his eyes, breathed deeply. Waiting.
you’re in his dms, i’m saving and healing him after he’s impaled, bringing him to my house, tucking him in on the couch (it’d be weird for him to wake up in my bed), and giving him a little plushie to sleep with. we are not the same
Solo
a knife’s edge (status: complete; malex)
Performance Review (status: complete; marliz)
i thought i was a fool for no one/oh baby, i’m a fool for you
(status: complete; malex)
palabras sinceras (status: complete; malex)
A New Year, A New Hope (status: complete; malex)
A New Year, A New Hope (status: complete; malex)
Six (status: complete; malex)
Rough Stock (status: complete; miluca)
i could make you smile if you stayed a while (status: complete; miluca with background malexa)
Broken Sign (status: complete; miluca)
i set my clocks early cause i know i’m always late (status: complete; Michael & Maria)
A Tremendous Thing (status: complete, marilex friendship, background malexa)
Co-authored with @beautifulcheat
don’t threaten me with a good time (status: complete; malex)
Naked in Manhattan (status: complete; antsabel & marosa)
First Responders (status: complete; valevans)
The Starseed Job (status: complete; malexa)
Crossed Wires (status: complete; malex)
Contigo me encontré (status: complete; malex)
Shelter (status: complete; malex)
The Great New Mexico Fake-Off & Petit Four (status: complete; malexa; background forlex & echo)
cause you’re the one who resonates (status: complete; malexa)
Dealing with Dragons (status: complete; miluca)
Dealing with Knights (status: complete; malexa)
Milestones (status: hiatus; malexa, background echo)
(not so) quiet mornings (status; complete; malexa)
The Truth Is Right Here (status: complete-ish, see below for details); malexa, background Kyliz, endgame kaliz)
Afternoon Snacks be like: Valevans fun
Max is so touchy feely and so good at just consuming a person's space. And yes. Leaning against someone. He's stroking Kyle's cheek. Just running his finger along that strong jawline and skimming across those high cheekbones.
Max's eyes following his fingers' actions. Kyle's eyes following Max. He didn't realize he could get that turned on from all that face touching, but it's all of it combined at once, Max's weight pressed against him, the smell of petrichor and aftershave, the calloused fingers dragging along his face.
It's so distracting, he has forgotten his train of thought, his mouth falls open just a bit, but it's all Max needs. He's dragging his fingers along Kyle's lips now, the tip of his forefinger dipping into Kyle's mouth. He repeats this a few times, removing his finger just when Kyle wants to bite down.
Max smirks down at him but his eyes are so dark they're obsidian, hooded, wanting.
Kyle's breath hitches when Max dives in, all tongue and teeth, biting at Kyle's lip. Max's lips trailing along Kyle's jawline, along the column of his throat, Max's tongue darting out to lick his Adam's apple.
Their hands interlock, Max holding Kyle's against the wall, his eyes spark, playful but heated.
Kyle can't let that rest though, he kisses Max harder, bites his lip and soothes it with his tongue. Pulls his hands away to run through Max's hair, and as his fingers scratch against Max's scalp. He knows the taller man is putty in his hands.
He twists them around while pressing hot kisses to Max's throat, the top of his chest at the flesh between his leather jacket and his Henley.
A long trail of open mouthed kisses down Max's torso, his hands finding purchase beneath the hem of Max's shirt. Max burns like an inferno.
Kyle smirks because he's partly responsible. He presses a kiss against Max's bare skin just above Max's belt. Bites at the tender flesh there, smiles at Max's guttural moan and squirming.
Then he pushes off. Grabs what he needs from the supply closet and backs toward the door.
To say he is leaving Max wanting is an understatement.
"Fuck you," Max growls, playful between his teeth as he struggles to compose himself, looking freshly fucked without any of the actual fucking. Dark hair all mussed, a tuft falling over his eye.
"Maybe later if you're lucky," Kyle smirks. "I don't have time for your alien shit, I gotta go save some lives."