Chapter 280
Serena, for the second time, reached a full concentration to find the true Royal Prince. She had been about to ask Max, Isabel and even Maria for an extra boost through their brands but at the last moment, her newly recovered powers sent her a warning and she ordered them not to do anything until she approved. Once the fog that had enveloped her cleared, she found herself looking into an underground room from above. She was shocked to see Michael lying naked and tied to this weird table with three doctors, by their clothes and four men in suits, with their backs to her, that looked like government agents. The door opened and everyone fell silent focusing on the also suited newcomer. The name “Wilkins” came to Serena’s mind. He walked up to the tied up boy, who was facing the other way, and looked at him appreciatively. He walked around to the other side to see his face, his eyes eating up his naked body. Michael opened his eyes and winced.
“So this is the warrior! He’s just a kid! Eighteen, right? What can he do?” He spoke in what Serena called a “chortle”: a cross between a chuckle and a rumble, with the underwater sound.
One of the suits stepped forward to answer and Serena blinked in astonishment as she recognized Isabel’s husband. That was the warning! But she was sure there was more to it, and it seemed to be coming from Michael himself. What did the boy know that he had chosen not to share?
“They can all change the molecular structure of anything, or melt them until they disappear. He pinned me to the wall high up against the ceiling and kept me there. He can shoot powerful blasts with his hands that will send you flying and kill you instantly. He can even pulverize rocks that way.” Jesse said.
“Impressive, better stay out of his way…” He grinned as if he found it an exageration.
He went back to Michael and pressed a button at the side of the table he was lying on. The centre was raised so his hips were higher that the rest of his body. The man took a pair of rubber gloves from a hidden drawer and put them on. Then he spread Michael’s ass and took a look, scoffing loudly.
“I know you have it bad for the kid, Ramirez, we can all see why…but fucking the living daylights out of him in our limo…uh oh…not what I would have recommended. And what were you trying to do, rip him up a pair of new ones?”
Jesse had gradually got redder by the second, and in the middle of the tirade, he had rushed to the other side of the table to try to defend himself.
“I didn’t do those, he already had them, they just ripped open again and then healed by themselves. It’s definitely alien!”
“You sure made him bleed!” He pulled out of his bulging coat pocket the plastic bag containing the blood soaked scarf and Jesse’s eyes bulged, ready to pop out of his head.
“Sir…I…he…” Jesse stuttered.
“Oh cool it, Ramirez! I know exactly why you did it, I would’ve done the same! Now what are these?” He pointed at the brands.
“Tattoos I guess.” Jesse thought nothing of them.
“Oh really? What do they mean Ramirez? Don’t fuck with me!”
“I don’t know! They seem to be recent! I can find out where he had them done…” Jesse was very uncomfortable.
“I want that info yesterday! You! I want blood samples right away! The synthetic material of the scarf interferes with the blood composition and it’s no good.”
As the doctors left to get what they needed, Serena, quick as a flash connected with Isabel.
At the Crashdown, they watched the alien girl’s eyes roll up into her head and come back down again.
- Max, Maria, Liz! We must connect! Quick! - She reached out and grabbed the two girls’ hands with Max opposite her.
- Serena says I must change Michael’s blood to human through my brand with your boost through yours and Liz’s empathy! Hurry! It’s urgent! -
The Valentis watched them doing their thing and jumped when Jeff Parker came to the booth.
- What’s going on? - He said with an amused voice.
- They’re practicing my mental control thing, from my Buddhism lessons…- Kyle was quick to answer with the excuse that worked fine at school.
Jeff rolled his eyes shaking his head with a mocking grin, and walked away, to their relief.
Serena watched Michael wince and squirm, and she hoped that it was Isabel’s doing. Whatever it was, it was uncomfortable and apparently painful, and no one was touching him, so it had to be from them. The doctors came back with trays full of stuff and one approached Michael to draw out his blood.
“You must do it on his thigh, don’t waste time anywhere else.” Jesse told the doctor.
“How do you know?” He asked.
“I’ve seen it done before, trust me.”
The doctor shook his head disbelieving and unstrapped one of Michael’s arms, stretching it upwards and twisting it so it was practically palm up. He tied the rubber tubing and stubbornly tried several times to get a vein until he scoffed and strapped it back again. Then he fished around in Michael’s thigh and finally got one on the third time. He filled three test tubes and left the room. Another doctor came in with a huge syringe and a normal smaller one.
“We need bone marrow too.” He said.
He shot the smaller one into Michael’s butt towards the side.
“What’s that?” Jesse asked, as he hadn’t taken out any sample.
“A local anesthetic, the procedure is very painful.” The man answered.
“It has no effect on him.” Jesse chuckled as the doctor shrugged.
He stabbed the long thick needle hard and they heard the air hiss through Michael’s gritted teeth as his body tensed and his whole back beaded with sweat.
The man was muttering quietly hating to admit Jesse had been right.
“You see?” Jesse chuckled unpleasantly.
The doctor ignored him and pulled out the needle. Michael moaned and writhed under their uncaring eyes.
The man Wilkins approached Michael again, and opening a jar to scoop up what looked like Vaseline, he pushed his finger into Michael. The boy grunted and squeezed.
“Whoa! Ramirez! Hell of a tight ass, you sure know how to choose them!” He nodded and pulled out. “Get a rubber on him to catch me a sperm sample. Chop chop!” He ordered, pointing to the drawer from where he had got the rubber gloves.
Jesse found one and tried uselessly to do it digging his hands between Michael’s thighs, unable to pull his cock down.
“I’ll have to unstrap one of his legs and roll his hips sideways to do it.” Jesse said frowning.
“Wait!” Wilkins said. He pushed his finger back into Michael and held him around his stomach. “Alright, do it.”
Jesse did it as he had suggested and then he rolled him back on his belly and tied his thigh and ankle again. Wilkins let go of him and started pumping his finger into him, observing Michael’s reactions. There was no doubt the boy was getting sexually aroused. Wilkins pressed down into his prostate and massaged, then prodded as he skimmed it to go deeper. Michael’s moans became purrs and growls and Wilkins thought his finger would be nipped off as the boy came violently, filling the rubber.
“Wow!” Went Wilkins. “Way to go, Ramirez! Congrats on the victim! First class! Sorry, but he’s mine now.” He reached under Michael and expertly removed the rubber and handed it to Jesse, who had to receive it with a grimace. “Take it next door.”
Jesse left the room grumbling, quite upset and took the sperm sample next door to find the team working there not even surprised at their finds. He dropped the rubber into a waiting gloved palm.
“Well?” Jesse asked.
“’Well’ what?” The nearest doctor replied in a mocking tone.
“What have you found?” Something was definitely wrong.
“The kid is AB possitive, very healthy, perfectly normal bone marrow…we’ll have the sperm count in a few secs.”
“What?! Dammit, how could she do it?” Jesse muttered to himself, quite baffled.
“She? He’s as male as they come, I can assure you from experience his sperm count will be real high.” The guy working on the last sample said.
Jesse left the room seething with anger. He returned to the examination room and found the door locked. He knocked and got:
“Fuck off, Ramirez, it’s our turn now! Go eat a burrito and some tamales!” A chorus of laughter reached his ears and he almost screamed in fury.
The last thing Serena saw was Wilkins fucking Michael hard as the white chauffeur, the black man and the oriental one watched breathing hard, their hands over their cocks, waiting their turn. She did a quick scan, locating the place and connected with Isabel again. This time she just seemed to blink.
She gave them the correct location, and said it wasn’t that far away. She got Jesse’s cell phone number from Isabel’s memory without her even suspecting.
Valenti made an anonymous phone call to the police station saying that what looked like a dead person had been carried into a car and taken to this place through a tunnel behind a huge shrub and gave them the correct location, saying he had followed them all the way there, suspecting murder. He used Liz’s alien apron folded over to disguise his voice, and before Hanson hanged up, just after thanking him, he heard him yelling for everyone to go to the cars. Jim called Agent Duff using a safe cell phone number she had given him and informed her all he knew, crouching low, almost under the table with the other ones on the lookout. Then he, Kyle, Max and Isabel went to his van taking a stack of Amy’s pies to have the excuse that they were running an errand for her in case they were discovered, and went in the direction they had sent Hanson. Liz and Maria had to stay behind, as Jeff Parker had already asked them to give him a hand, and Liz’s empathy along with Maria’s contact with Michael through her brands, would keep them informed of how things were coming, calming them down. So far, Michael was just allowing them to feel he was alive, but not what was being done to him or the suffering he was going through. He knew that blocking them out completely would just make them freak out and get them all in trouble.
Serena had told them that she would find the way to activate the alarm which would send all the personnel rushing out an emergency exit on the opposite side from the examination room where Michael was, giving his rescuers enough time to get him out without being seen. She had given Isabel the specific directions to get to the boy through the fastest way possible, and anyway, she would be in contact with her if they needed her help. There was no way Isabel would see Jesse or even suspect he was there, Serena knew Michael would never identify Jesse as one of his abductors, but she still had to find out from him why. Then she called Jesse’s number but it took her a little longer to get through to him because his line was busy. She was about to make the rescue team stall until she told them to go for it, when she finally got through and told Jesse the cops were about twenty minutes away, but to hurry to make sure they found no evidence. Faking a man’s voice, she informed him the police had been alerted by a neighbour who had accidentally seen them carry the covered boy to their car and followed them very carefully, and to get the hell out of there cause the cops were on their way. Jesse rang the alarm and ordered all the evidence destroyed, checking out with a scowl the high sperm count the doctor had predicted. He banged on the door and when the driver opened it with a threatening look, Jesse saw they were all wearing rubber gloves and had cut off strips of flesh from Michael’s back, leaving him all bloody and whimpering, their hands dripping blood. When Jesse explained why the alarm was blaring, they got this cornered look, peeled their gloves off and set then on fire on a sink.
“Burn the flesh samples too!” Wilkins shouted, his voice now breaking with fear, and they tossed the bloody strips of flesh into the fire. As they raced to their emergency exit, Wilkins cunningly sent Jesse back to Michael ordering him to kill him and push the body into the empty well shaft just outside the room, blowing it with one of the sticks of dinamite they had hidden in a nook in the wall under the fire alarm. Jesse ran back, happy to get rid of the alien boy once and for all, but when he arrived there, the straps were undone and the room was empty. Jesse was very frightened and returned to find Wilkins cowering at the back of the group as the cops covered the open door, urging them to come out with their hands on their heads. Jesse whispered what he had found and the man just cursed as he was forced to stand up. Once they were id’d, they were, of course, let go, but anyway, the cops searched the premises finding no kidnap victim at all. The examination room and the straps were very suspicious, but there was no physical evidence, so they had to let them go.
They found Michael just where Serena said he would be, and they hurriedly untied him. Isabel and Max waved their hands making all the blood, burning flesh and gloves disappear. Then they helped him out, still dazed by the drugs. They stretched him out on the back seat where Max and Isabel took care of him. Jim raced through a dirt road that crossed the desert away from the highway, checking out the healing process through the rearview mirror as Kyle kept his eyes on the road, fighting back the nausea. Isabel decided to play it safe and called Liz and Maria to tell them Michael was with them and Max had taken care of him. She told them to meet them at the Pod Chamber until they were sure Michael was completely recovered.
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Chapter 281
Thankfully both Valentis were short, so they didn’t need to push the front seat too far back. There was more than enough space behind the front seat for Max to do his thing. Isabel knelt on the floor holding Michael’s legs as she watched her brother work. She couldn’t help shuddering to think how much that must have hurt. Two long strips of flesh, two inches wide starting under Michael’s shoulder blades and going all the way down to his butt, ending right on top of the brands, had been cut off. Then another two, beginning right under the brands to almost the back of his knee. Isabel had walked behind them as Jim and Kyle being about the same height, with Michael’s arms around their shoulders, dragged the tall boy while Max walked right behind them, leaning forwards and pushing Michael along with both his hands on the hurt boy’s hips. She had made sure the bloody trail Michael was leaving, disappeared as they progressed out of the place. Michael trudged clumsily, mostly from the pain, as his alien side fought off the effects of the drugs. Isabel could feel the strong muscles under her hands going steel hard as Max began by healing the broken vessels to stop the bleeding. Michael buried his face against his forearm braced low on the back of the seat, his moans and gasps made Isabel’s tears run down her cheeks. The rough terrain had Max doing his healing without a direct connection, so when he finished, he sat on the floor opposite Isabel, sweat running down his face, with his back on the door, like she was. Michael sighed and his other hand relaxed over the edge of the seat. He shifted his hips a little sideways as he snuggled and made himself comfortable. Isabel slid her hand up his thigh and cupped her brand, sending him all her love through it. Michael’s hand reached back and covered hers, squeezing it with silent gratitude. She bent down and kissed his hand laying her cheek on it, her other hand hugging his hip. They could both feel Maria’s vibes from the parts of Isabel’s hands that touched the human girl’s brands, saying they would soon be with them. As Michael relaxed to the bearable pain, he dropped his guard and Liz burst into his mind. “Michael, MICHAEL!” He could almost hear her scream. “Max healed me, I’ll be fine, I’m resting now, come soon.” He sent back and received relief in return. Max had wiped his face in his hands and then just kept them there, gradually getting his strength back. Jim slowed down as he reached the hill which housed the pod chamber. He drove close to the hillside so the van could be covered from sight by the bushes. Isabel was in charge of it as Max’s powers were still too weak to put them to test. They slowly climbed the hill, clinging to each other, Max also needing some help now too, and arrived to the cool shady shelter. Kyle spread Michael’s sleeping bag on the floor and Max lay back with Michael half spooned into his side, half over him. Max wrapped his arms around his warrior, and felt him falling asleep, as his fingers interlocked with Michael’s, on his chest.
- Max, you ok? - Jim asked.
- Yes, it’s just that healing really drains my energy, specially in extensive injuies as the ones he had. They weren’t serious, but there was a lot of tissue that had to be replaced. The bleeding came from small vessels, the cuts not deep enough to reach the larger ones, but still they were too many. - Max scoffed.
- If you had…connected to him…what…how…- Kyle hesitated.
- Then Michael’s strength would have balanced my energy so I would have just lost a minimum. That’s how it works with him. - Max smiled at Kyle’s curiosity.
Kyle and Jim nodded together, the father just as curious but more discreet.
- Maria…Liz? - Michael moaned against Max’s chest.
Isabel opened the entrance with a wave of her hand and both human girls burst into the chamber. They rushed to the recovering boys and knelt behind Michael, placing their hands gently on him. Michael took a deep breath and let it out with a growl. The three girls giggled and sat back. Silence fell on the group of friends as their minds digested and came to terms with the latest attack on one of them. Jim and Kyle sat beside the girls, resting against the wall. Although there was so much to talk about, they decided to just close their eyes and let Max and Michael rest. It wasn’t long before Michael’s moans had their eyes open again and focused on him.
- Maria…- He whispered, ending in a whimper.
The blond human girl stood up and walked over to him, muffling her sobs with one hand and wiping her tears with the other. She knelt beside him and sat back on her heels. Then she leant forwards and very carefully, with feather soft gentleness, she glided her hands all the way down the newly healed flesh. Michael’s moans turned into purrs as he immediately recognized her touch. Her hands cupped Max’s and Isabel’s brands, her nails fitting over her own brands as ten distinct electric jolts shot up her fingers. Maria closed her eyes and smiled, enjoying the unique pleasure of Michael’s alien energy. Very slowly, she swiveled her body around so she was facing the other way, her nails covering her other ten brands, lower, towards his thighs. She sighed as she received another bout of Michael’s vibes. She slid her hands down over the rest of the recently damaged tissue, and back up again. In the slowest motion possible, she returned to her original position, holding his hips with both hands. Pressing softly with her thumbs, she eased him apart so that bending her head, her tongue found her way down to his sensitive opening, feeling his involuntary contraction yield right after to let her do what she wanted. His hips rose to her face allowing her to push into him several times as her palms felt his muscles working under them. Then she slid her tongue up, following his spine and giving his ticklish dip a few kitten licks. Michael’s free hand reached back and grabbed Maria’s wrist, as his purrs became a low growl, followed by a shudder which everyone identified as the result of his orgasm. His butt and thigh muscles got a steel hard definition gradually relaxing with Maria’s soothing massage. Maria looked up to find Max smiling at her and nodding before he closed his eyes and laid his head back again. Maria lifted Michael’s fingers one by one off her wrist and stretched out behind him, clutching his arm to her breast as she spooned into his side. She placed her forearm along his spine, turning her hand slightly to the left and feeling his strong heartbeat under it. This was typically Michael; you could feel his heart on his back almost as much as on his chest. Maria giggled and rested her cheek on his shoulder.
Isabel and Liz got up together and walking around them, Isabel over their heads and Liz by their feet, lay across on their backs side by side. Isabel lay her head on Max’s shoulder, and turning to her left, kissed their clasped hands. Liz laid her head on Max’s stomach, turning her head to her right to kiss Michael’s arm and then pressing her cheek on it. Jim and Kyle watched mystified and then, both father and son, hugged their knees resting their faces on them, looking like Mexicans taking a siesta, and they were all soon sleeping.
Serena sat on her easy chair and sent her vibes to Laurie, Stuart and Derek, then she just waited. She let her essence float towards the pod chamber outside Roswell, New Mexico, and watched the interaction between the aliens and their human friends.
She sensed the three humans a fraction of a second before they touched her and her eyes flew open.
- We need to connect. It’s important. - She had them obeying her mental orders and Derek knelt in front of her as Stuart and Laurie sat on either side of her holding her hands. Derek completed the small circle. She had them all back in the pod chamber, as she let them see what the others had seen. Michael side of the story was his own, to chose to share when and if he decided to. The Tucson group went on vigil mode, protecting the safety of the sleeping ones.
Meanwhile, unknown to them, an ally was keeping track of the whole thing at the FBI headquarters. Agent Duff had noticed lately an encrypted file which caught her attention. The name of the file had got her thinking. Isabel’s husband was definitely latino, “Ramirez”? Of course. And the suspicious file’s name was “Cholo”, which according to her investigations, was a despective appellative given originally to native Peruvians, which had become widespread to all Latin Americans from any other country, and just as despective. She had made a copy and had it opened by a computer geek on parole who owed her a lot. It was all there, and Jesse was up to his ears in shit. She liked the girl and didn’t like what this was going to do to her, so she decided the best choice was Michael. He was definitely an action guy, tough and ready to protect them with his life as she had already seen. But right then, when she was trying to find a way to contact the alien boy without getting anyone, herself included, in trouble, another entry was made in the file, and by the time she was able to read it, it was too late. She was sick at what they had done to the boy, but at least he had somehow got away. Knowing exactly what they were dealing with, she was sure Michael was back with his friends, so she would try to get through to him. Even if she hadn’t been able to spare him from being hurt, she wanted to see what could be done about Isabel and her vengeful husband. The only way she would be able to talk freely and safely was if Isabel dreamwalked her, but what she needed to discuss about her husband with Michael, had to be away from her. And she knew Michael couldn’t dreamwalk. Unless…Isabel got them together and let them be. That would be the only possibility. She may as well try and hope it worked; she would have to do it through Valenti, as he was totally trustworthy, she would have to call him from a safe place, like the bathroom of a downtown cafeteria, without the danger of bugs. She would do it as soon as she left for home.
Michael was really half conscious due to the unexpected aftermath resulting from the unusual orgasm he had experienced. He was in a hypersensitive state which the contact with the four persons around him was making almost painful. He could feel he was inside the three girls at the same time, and Max pushed deep into him too. Serena and Laurie’s essence gave him a sense of peace and reassurance, and Uncle Derek joined the feelings of trust he was also getting from Jim Valenti. Stuart burst into him like a tsunami, sending wave after wave of his feelings for him. It hurt damn good.
-Ahhh...- He went, writhing with pleasure.
Jim Valenti looked up as Kyle rose slowly to his feet, and not wanting to feel left out, went to join them. Jim watched intrigued, guessing what his son meant to do but wondering how he would achieve it, in the tangle of bodies. Kyle stood at the boys’ feet trying to find the best way possible. Michael’s thighs were straddling Max’s left leg and as if he sensed what Kyle was about to do, Max raised his right leg, bending his knee sharply and making way for him to fit. Kyle lay on his side and clutched Michael’s leg against him, resting his cheek on the alien boy’s thigh, with Max’s shoe against his shoulder. The new contact made Michael soar with the new pain of feeling Kyle also thrust inside him beside Max and Stuart. He winced and moaned, as Kyle kissed his thigh making him change to growls and purrs as pleasure took the upper hand.
Jim watched open mouthed, wondering how he would have fit in the picture had he been as young as them.
“It’s ok, they see you as a father image.” Serena’s voice had sounded right beside him, and Jim turned to find no one there.
“You can’t see me but I’m right here with you. I can sense your questions, but I want you to ask them yourself. Just think of them and I will answer.” Serena went on.
“Well, the truth is, I’m curious about this hybrid thing, since Kyle and I will eventually end up like that too.” Jim sent to her.
“What about them?” Jim could feel her smiling.
“What makes them hybrid? What is human about them and what is not?” Jim wondered.
“Their bodies are human but the fuel isn’t.”
“The fuel?” He didn’t get it.
“The blood…it’s alien.” She clarified.
“Oh! Right, I see, that’s what drives them…” He nodded.
“It’s what gives them their power. In Michael’s case, his Royal blood makes him extra sensitive to physical and psychological pain, so you can’t even begin to understand what he has really gone through all his life here.” Jim could feel her sympathy and pity for the boy.
He grimaced and scoffed, feeling another bout of conscience, shaking his head in defeat.
“I can’t help feeling something is wrong, it’s just within our reach, and yet we keep missing it. Michael knows, right? Why isn’t he telling us?” Jim was confused.
“He has very good reasons. It’s for everyone’s sake. He’s taking the worst part of it, but he’s doing it willingly, to make sure you’re all safe.” Serena said.
“But it’s not fair; I want to help him, to make it easier for him.”
“You can’t, he’s on his own in this one, no one must know until he’s sure you’re all out of danger. He knows what he is doing.”
“Liz, Max, Isabel and even Maria may find out through their empathy and brands…” Jim considered.
“No, Michael had blocked them out completely of that particular issue; anything else is available to them, but that.”
“You know!” He acused her.
“Yes, my powers are in sync with him; he knows I can keep a secret. Trust him on this Jim. He will tell you eventually, but not before you leave Roswell. The time is nearer than you think, what happened today is just the beginning.” Jim shuddered at the prophetic quality of her voice. “Don’t worry, Michael will be there to get them away with Max’s help, he’ll keep them all together. You need to rest now, like they’re doing. You need to keep your strength, because you’ll be in a privileged position to help them from a distance, beyond suspicion, until you start to change. Then you will join them.”
Jim couldn’t even answer, because his eyelids felt heavy and his forehead fell on his knees, as Serena ordered him to sleep.
Thankfully both Valentis were short, so they didn’t need to push the front seat too far back. There was more than enough space behind the front seat for Max to do his thing. Isabel knelt on the floor holding Michael’s legs as she watched her brother work. She couldn’t help shuddering to think how much that must have hurt. Two long strips of flesh, two inches wide starting under Michael’s shoulder blades and going all the way down to his butt, ending right on top of the brands, had been cut off. Then another two, beginning right under the brands to almost the back of his knee. Isabel had walked behind them as Jim and Kyle being about the same height, with Michael’s arms around their shoulders, dragged the tall boy while Max walked right behind them, leaning forwards and pushing Michael along with both his hands on the hurt boy’s hips. She had made sure the bloody trail Michael was leaving, disappeared as they progressed out of the place. Michael trudged clumsily, mostly from the pain, as his alien side fought off the effects of the drugs. Isabel could feel the strong muscles under her hands going steel hard as Max began by healing the broken vessels to stop the bleeding. Michael buried his face against his forearm braced low on the back of the seat, his moans and gasps made Isabel’s tears run down her cheeks. The rough terrain had Max doing his healing without a direct connection, so when he finished, he sat on the floor opposite Isabel, sweat running down his face, with his back on the door, like she was. Michael sighed and his other hand relaxed over the edge of the seat. He shifted his hips a little sideways as he snuggled and made himself comfortable. Isabel slid her hand up his thigh and cupped her brand, sending him all her love through it. Michael’s hand reached back and covered hers, squeezing it with silent gratitude. She bent down and kissed his hand laying her cheek on it, her other hand hugging his hip. They could both feel Maria’s vibes from the parts of Isabel’s hands that touched the human girl’s brands, saying they would soon be with them. As Michael relaxed to the bearable pain, he dropped his guard and Liz burst into his mind. “Michael, MICHAEL!” He could almost hear her scream. “Max healed me, I’ll be fine, I’m resting now, come soon.” He sent back and received relief in return. Max had wiped his face in his hands and then just kept them there, gradually getting his strength back. Jim slowed down as he reached the hill which housed the pod chamber. He drove close to the hillside so the van could be covered from sight by the bushes. Isabel was in charge of it as Max’s powers were still too weak to put them to test. They slowly climbed the hill, clinging to each other, Max also needing some help now too, and arrived to the cool shady shelter. Kyle spread Michael’s sleeping bag on the floor and Max lay back with Michael half spooned into his side, half over him. Max wrapped his arms around his warrior, and felt him falling asleep, as his fingers interlocked with Michael’s, on his chest.
- Max, you ok? - Jim asked.
- Yes, it’s just that healing really drains my energy, specially in extensive injuies as the ones he had. They weren’t serious, but there was a lot of tissue that had to be replaced. The bleeding came from small vessels, the cuts not deep enough to reach the larger ones, but still they were too many. - Max scoffed.
- If you had…connected to him…what…how…- Kyle hesitated.
- Then Michael’s strength would have balanced my energy so I would have just lost a minimum. That’s how it works with him. - Max smiled at Kyle’s curiosity.
Kyle and Jim nodded together, the father just as curious but more discreet.
- Maria…Liz? - Michael moaned against Max’s chest.
Isabel opened the entrance with a wave of her hand and both human girls burst into the chamber. They rushed to the recovering boys and knelt behind Michael, placing their hands gently on him. Michael took a deep breath and let it out with a growl. The three girls giggled and sat back. Silence fell on the group of friends as their minds digested and came to terms with the latest attack on one of them. Jim and Kyle sat beside the girls, resting against the wall. Although there was so much to talk about, they decided to just close their eyes and let Max and Michael rest. It wasn’t long before Michael’s moans had their eyes open again and focused on him.
- Maria…- He whispered, ending in a whimper.
The blond human girl stood up and walked over to him, muffling her sobs with one hand and wiping her tears with the other. She knelt beside him and sat back on her heels. Then she leant forwards and very carefully, with feather soft gentleness, she glided her hands all the way down the newly healed flesh. Michael’s moans turned into purrs as he immediately recognized her touch. Her hands cupped Max’s and Isabel’s brands, her nails fitting over her own brands as ten distinct electric jolts shot up her fingers. Maria closed her eyes and smiled, enjoying the unique pleasure of Michael’s alien energy. Very slowly, she swiveled her body around so she was facing the other way, her nails covering her other ten brands, lower, towards his thighs. She sighed as she received another bout of Michael’s vibes. She slid her hands down over the rest of the recently damaged tissue, and back up again. In the slowest motion possible, she returned to her original position, holding his hips with both hands. Pressing softly with her thumbs, she eased him apart so that bending her head, her tongue found her way down to his sensitive opening, feeling his involuntary contraction yield right after to let her do what she wanted. His hips rose to her face allowing her to push into him several times as her palms felt his muscles working under them. Then she slid her tongue up, following his spine and giving his ticklish dip a few kitten licks. Michael’s free hand reached back and grabbed Maria’s wrist, as his purrs became a low growl, followed by a shudder which everyone identified as the result of his orgasm. His butt and thigh muscles got a steel hard definition gradually relaxing with Maria’s soothing massage. Maria looked up to find Max smiling at her and nodding before he closed his eyes and laid his head back again. Maria lifted Michael’s fingers one by one off her wrist and stretched out behind him, clutching his arm to her breast as she spooned into his side. She placed her forearm along his spine, turning her hand slightly to the left and feeling his strong heartbeat under it. This was typically Michael; you could feel his heart on his back almost as much as on his chest. Maria giggled and rested her cheek on his shoulder.
Isabel and Liz got up together and walking around them, Isabel over their heads and Liz by their feet, lay across on their backs side by side. Isabel lay her head on Max’s shoulder, and turning to her left, kissed their clasped hands. Liz laid her head on Max’s stomach, turning her head to her right to kiss Michael’s arm and then pressing her cheek on it. Jim and Kyle watched mystified and then, both father and son, hugged their knees resting their faces on them, looking like Mexicans taking a siesta, and they were all soon sleeping.
Serena sat on her easy chair and sent her vibes to Laurie, Stuart and Derek, then she just waited. She let her essence float towards the pod chamber outside Roswell, New Mexico, and watched the interaction between the aliens and their human friends.
She sensed the three humans a fraction of a second before they touched her and her eyes flew open.
- We need to connect. It’s important. - She had them obeying her mental orders and Derek knelt in front of her as Stuart and Laurie sat on either side of her holding her hands. Derek completed the small circle. She had them all back in the pod chamber, as she let them see what the others had seen. Michael side of the story was his own, to chose to share when and if he decided to. The Tucson group went on vigil mode, protecting the safety of the sleeping ones.
Meanwhile, unknown to them, an ally was keeping track of the whole thing at the FBI headquarters. Agent Duff had noticed lately an encrypted file which caught her attention. The name of the file had got her thinking. Isabel’s husband was definitely latino, “Ramirez”? Of course. And the suspicious file’s name was “Cholo”, which according to her investigations, was a despective appellative given originally to native Peruvians, which had become widespread to all Latin Americans from any other country, and just as despective. She had made a copy and had it opened by a computer geek on parole who owed her a lot. It was all there, and Jesse was up to his ears in shit. She liked the girl and didn’t like what this was going to do to her, so she decided the best choice was Michael. He was definitely an action guy, tough and ready to protect them with his life as she had already seen. But right then, when she was trying to find a way to contact the alien boy without getting anyone, herself included, in trouble, another entry was made in the file, and by the time she was able to read it, it was too late. She was sick at what they had done to the boy, but at least he had somehow got away. Knowing exactly what they were dealing with, she was sure Michael was back with his friends, so she would try to get through to him. Even if she hadn’t been able to spare him from being hurt, she wanted to see what could be done about Isabel and her vengeful husband. The only way she would be able to talk freely and safely was if Isabel dreamwalked her, but what she needed to discuss about her husband with Michael, had to be away from her. And she knew Michael couldn’t dreamwalk. Unless…Isabel got them together and let them be. That would be the only possibility. She may as well try and hope it worked; she would have to do it through Valenti, as he was totally trustworthy, she would have to call him from a safe place, like the bathroom of a downtown cafeteria, without the danger of bugs. She would do it as soon as she left for home.
Michael was really half conscious due to the unexpected aftermath resulting from the unusual orgasm he had experienced. He was in a hypersensitive state which the contact with the four persons around him was making almost painful. He could feel he was inside the three girls at the same time, and Max pushed deep into him too. Serena and Laurie’s essence gave him a sense of peace and reassurance, and Uncle Derek joined the feelings of trust he was also getting from Jim Valenti. Stuart burst into him like a tsunami, sending wave after wave of his feelings for him. It hurt damn good.
-Ahhh...- He went, writhing with pleasure.
Jim Valenti looked up as Kyle rose slowly to his feet, and not wanting to feel left out, went to join them. Jim watched intrigued, guessing what his son meant to do but wondering how he would achieve it, in the tangle of bodies. Kyle stood at the boys’ feet trying to find the best way possible. Michael’s thighs were straddling Max’s left leg and as if he sensed what Kyle was about to do, Max raised his right leg, bending his knee sharply and making way for him to fit. Kyle lay on his side and clutched Michael’s leg against him, resting his cheek on the alien boy’s thigh, with Max’s shoe against his shoulder. The new contact made Michael soar with the new pain of feeling Kyle also thrust inside him beside Max and Stuart. He winced and moaned, as Kyle kissed his thigh making him change to growls and purrs as pleasure took the upper hand.
Jim watched open mouthed, wondering how he would have fit in the picture had he been as young as them.
“It’s ok, they see you as a father image.” Serena’s voice had sounded right beside him, and Jim turned to find no one there.
“You can’t see me but I’m right here with you. I can sense your questions, but I want you to ask them yourself. Just think of them and I will answer.” Serena went on.
“Well, the truth is, I’m curious about this hybrid thing, since Kyle and I will eventually end up like that too.” Jim sent to her.
“What about them?” Jim could feel her smiling.
“What makes them hybrid? What is human about them and what is not?” Jim wondered.
“Their bodies are human but the fuel isn’t.”
“The fuel?” He didn’t get it.
“The blood…it’s alien.” She clarified.
“Oh! Right, I see, that’s what drives them…” He nodded.
“It’s what gives them their power. In Michael’s case, his Royal blood makes him extra sensitive to physical and psychological pain, so you can’t even begin to understand what he has really gone through all his life here.” Jim could feel her sympathy and pity for the boy.
He grimaced and scoffed, feeling another bout of conscience, shaking his head in defeat.
“I can’t help feeling something is wrong, it’s just within our reach, and yet we keep missing it. Michael knows, right? Why isn’t he telling us?” Jim was confused.
“He has very good reasons. It’s for everyone’s sake. He’s taking the worst part of it, but he’s doing it willingly, to make sure you’re all safe.” Serena said.
“But it’s not fair; I want to help him, to make it easier for him.”
“You can’t, he’s on his own in this one, no one must know until he’s sure you’re all out of danger. He knows what he is doing.”
“Liz, Max, Isabel and even Maria may find out through their empathy and brands…” Jim considered.
“No, Michael had blocked them out completely of that particular issue; anything else is available to them, but that.”
“You know!” He acused her.
“Yes, my powers are in sync with him; he knows I can keep a secret. Trust him on this Jim. He will tell you eventually, but not before you leave Roswell. The time is nearer than you think, what happened today is just the beginning.” Jim shuddered at the prophetic quality of her voice. “Don’t worry, Michael will be there to get them away with Max’s help, he’ll keep them all together. You need to rest now, like they’re doing. You need to keep your strength, because you’ll be in a privileged position to help them from a distance, beyond suspicion, until you start to change. Then you will join them.”
Jim couldn’t even answer, because his eyelids felt heavy and his forehead fell on his knees, as Serena ordered him to sleep.
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Back in Tucson, Serena felt her eyes closing and released her smaller group from the physical contact, sending them to rest, but keeping the virtual hold on them. They went to the big sofas and lay back, closing their eyes. Only then could Serena really go to sleep. She dreamwalked Michael to have a private chat with him. Her ultra sensitive powers sensed he was in someone’s mind, a human who desperately wanted, no needed to contact him.
“Michael, who is Suzanne Duff?” She asked him.
“A good friend, the FBI Agent who went with Jim Valenti’s to Lauries the time Isabel’s friend Grant Sorenson shot me when he was possessed by the Gandarium.” Michael reminded her.
“She wants to contact you, she’s thinking of asking Isabel to dreamwalk you two together, but she doesn’t want her to be there at all. I can do it, if you want me too, it seems to be important.” Serena suggested.
“Do it, she’s the one who originally warned us about Jesse. It must be related to that, that’s why she doesn’t want Isabel there, but she’s the only source she knows who can do it.
“All right, do you want me to leave you two alone?” She asked.
“No, you can stay, I trust you, but stay out of sight, she better not know you are here. She might be inhibited and I need to know what she has found out. That’s why she’s trying to get in touch with me.” Michael observed.
“Ok, but how will you explain how you did it?” Serena wondered.
“I’ll tell her Isabel made the contact and left. That should make sense.” He nodded.
“Alright, here it goes…”
Michael found himself in a comfortable and neat living room. Agent Suzanne Duff sat on the side of a large couch, one elbow on the armrest with her hands holding an open book that lay over her lap, forgotten when she had dozed off. Michael walked up to her and suddenly felt an overwhelming tenderness for the helpless woman in front of him. He knelt beside her and leaning over, kissed her forehead. Agent Duff gave a start and raised her hand in a defensive gesture as she opened her eyes, sending the book to the floor.
“Michael!” She gasped as her hand reached up and came to rest on his cheek.
“It’s alright, we’re asleep, it’s a dreamwalk…” He told her softly, enjoying her gentle touch.
“But I didn’t get to talk to Isabel, how…” She stopped speaking as Michael shrugged and smirked.
“You feel so real, where are you?” She wondered, as she eased her hand off his cheek.
“Sleeping in a cave in the desert outside Roswell.” He said.
“Why there?” She was curious.
“Cause that’s where we came to life here on Earth.”
“Really? Let me see.” She insisted.
“I don’t know how you’ll take it, you see…I’m not alone…”
“Michael, at my age, I’ve seen about everything, take me there.”
“Give me your hand.” He took her hand in both of his and closed his eyes, making her involuntarily do the same.
Suzanne found herself looking down at the group of youngsters tangled on the floor apparently fast asleep, and Jim Valenti sitting by the wall. She checked them one by one, recognizing them, and then focused on the naked boy face down in the middle. When Michael noticed her mouth opening a little more than was reasonable, he blocked the vision off her mind. She blinked once before locking her eyes on him.
“Do you always sleep like that?” She inquired.
“You mean buck naked? Yes…” He answered nonchalantly.
“I meant with all your friends around you.” She explained.
“Oh, that! It was a rather unusual occasion, I think it had something to do with your wanting to contact me…what was it about?” Michael knew he wasn’t going to like it.
“I accidentally came across some incoming encrypted files and I managed to access them. Though Isabel’s husband name was not specifically mentioned, the code name indicated that it couldn’t be anyone else. He had very unpleasant plans about you. Please you must be very careful and stay away from him…” She said worriedly.
“I’m afraid it’s kind of late. You’ll find out anyway, so it better be through a reliable source, and I guess that’s me.” He smirked.
Suzanne narrowed her eyes with a silent question and Michael, still holding her hand in one of his, asked her:
“May I lie down?” She noticed his slight wince and nodded, mystified.
Michael stretched out and placed his face on her lap, so she could feel his warm breath against her stomach, through her skirt. Only then did she realize that she had been so focused on his face that she hadn’t noticed he was totally naked, in spite of having been right in front of her all the time. Her eyes travelled down his back, scanning his tall strong body.
“Place your other hand on my back, over my heart to make the connection.” He whispered against her, making her shiver.
She obeyed and felt the powerful beating of his heart against her palm as she pressed it over it. Michael squeezed her other hand and Suzanne had to close her eyes at the brilliant white light that exploded in front of them. It only lasted a couple of seconds and then, when she opened them again, Michael showed her what had happened since Max slid from under him until the second they fell asleep in the cave. He left out Serena completely, since Suzanne didn’t know her, not to freak her out worse than she already was.
When Michael relaxed his hold on her hand, he felt the hot tears running down her face and falling on his shoulder. Her voice came out in sobs.
“I’m so sorry! Oh my god, Michael! I’m so sorry!” She repeated. “I don’t understand! I just got it today at mid-afternoon as if he had just planned it!”
“It’s not your fault. Maybe they did it on purpose, to see how you would react, so they could catch you getting in touch with us to warn us. They had no way of counting on this kind of contact. It’s very important that Isabel does not know, I’ve blocked Jesse Ramirez away from all of it, saying I didn’t recognized any of the abductors though one seemed familiar, not to feel I’m totally lying, you know? So far, Isabel is doing a great job keeping her husband thinking that we don’t even suspect him, but if she finds out what he did to me, she won’t be able to hold back and it will turn out real bad for us. I’m going to block what you’ve just seen completely off your mind, for our safety and yours too. I’m the only one who can make you remember just if it’s necessary, ok?”
The way his words vibrated against her body was making her feel a very strange kind of pleasure, one she had never felt before and which she knew was definitely alien.
“Ok.” She echoed as she felt this mild tickly electricity rise up her arms and all the way to her brain, placing it in a fog that lasted just a few seconds and then cleared out.
“You ok?” Michael expected her confirmation.
“Yes, sure, please stay away from Ramirez, be very careful!” She adviced and Michael knew it had worked.
“I will, I have to go now, thank you.” Michael rose back to his knees and kissed her forehead again, holding her face in his hands. Suzanne couldn’t help blinking when his lips touched her and then she opened her eyes waking up with a start, to a disappointingly empty room.
Michael felt a weird disappointment too, and Serena smiled, shaking her head at him.
- What? - Michael asked her, frowning.
- Nothing…everything is ok and according to our plans. Now just keep on sleeping and get back your strength. - She brushed his hair back from his face and kissed his cheek. She felt him relax into a resting sleep and she drifted off too.
Back in Tucson, Serena felt her eyes closing and released her smaller group from the physical contact, sending them to rest, but keeping the virtual hold on them. They went to the big sofas and lay back, closing their eyes. Only then could Serena really go to sleep. She dreamwalked Michael to have a private chat with him. Her ultra sensitive powers sensed he was in someone’s mind, a human who desperately wanted, no needed to contact him.
“Michael, who is Suzanne Duff?” She asked him.
“A good friend, the FBI Agent who went with Jim Valenti’s to Lauries the time Isabel’s friend Grant Sorenson shot me when he was possessed by the Gandarium.” Michael reminded her.
“She wants to contact you, she’s thinking of asking Isabel to dreamwalk you two together, but she doesn’t want her to be there at all. I can do it, if you want me too, it seems to be important.” Serena suggested.
“Do it, she’s the one who originally warned us about Jesse. It must be related to that, that’s why she doesn’t want Isabel there, but she’s the only source she knows who can do it.
“All right, do you want me to leave you two alone?” She asked.
“No, you can stay, I trust you, but stay out of sight, she better not know you are here. She might be inhibited and I need to know what she has found out. That’s why she’s trying to get in touch with me.” Michael observed.
“Ok, but how will you explain how you did it?” Serena wondered.
“I’ll tell her Isabel made the contact and left. That should make sense.” He nodded.
“Alright, here it goes…”
Michael found himself in a comfortable and neat living room. Agent Suzanne Duff sat on the side of a large couch, one elbow on the armrest with her hands holding an open book that lay over her lap, forgotten when she had dozed off. Michael walked up to her and suddenly felt an overwhelming tenderness for the helpless woman in front of him. He knelt beside her and leaning over, kissed her forehead. Agent Duff gave a start and raised her hand in a defensive gesture as she opened her eyes, sending the book to the floor.
“Michael!” She gasped as her hand reached up and came to rest on his cheek.
“It’s alright, we’re asleep, it’s a dreamwalk…” He told her softly, enjoying her gentle touch.
“But I didn’t get to talk to Isabel, how…” She stopped speaking as Michael shrugged and smirked.
“You feel so real, where are you?” She wondered, as she eased her hand off his cheek.
“Sleeping in a cave in the desert outside Roswell.” He said.
“Why there?” She was curious.
“Cause that’s where we came to life here on Earth.”
“Really? Let me see.” She insisted.
“I don’t know how you’ll take it, you see…I’m not alone…”
“Michael, at my age, I’ve seen about everything, take me there.”
“Give me your hand.” He took her hand in both of his and closed his eyes, making her involuntarily do the same.
Suzanne found herself looking down at the group of youngsters tangled on the floor apparently fast asleep, and Jim Valenti sitting by the wall. She checked them one by one, recognizing them, and then focused on the naked boy face down in the middle. When Michael noticed her mouth opening a little more than was reasonable, he blocked the vision off her mind. She blinked once before locking her eyes on him.
“Do you always sleep like that?” She inquired.
“You mean buck naked? Yes…” He answered nonchalantly.
“I meant with all your friends around you.” She explained.
“Oh, that! It was a rather unusual occasion, I think it had something to do with your wanting to contact me…what was it about?” Michael knew he wasn’t going to like it.
“I accidentally came across some incoming encrypted files and I managed to access them. Though Isabel’s husband name was not specifically mentioned, the code name indicated that it couldn’t be anyone else. He had very unpleasant plans about you. Please you must be very careful and stay away from him…” She said worriedly.
“I’m afraid it’s kind of late. You’ll find out anyway, so it better be through a reliable source, and I guess that’s me.” He smirked.
Suzanne narrowed her eyes with a silent question and Michael, still holding her hand in one of his, asked her:
“May I lie down?” She noticed his slight wince and nodded, mystified.
Michael stretched out and placed his face on her lap, so she could feel his warm breath against her stomach, through her skirt. Only then did she realize that she had been so focused on his face that she hadn’t noticed he was totally naked, in spite of having been right in front of her all the time. Her eyes travelled down his back, scanning his tall strong body.
“Place your other hand on my back, over my heart to make the connection.” He whispered against her, making her shiver.
She obeyed and felt the powerful beating of his heart against her palm as she pressed it over it. Michael squeezed her other hand and Suzanne had to close her eyes at the brilliant white light that exploded in front of them. It only lasted a couple of seconds and then, when she opened them again, Michael showed her what had happened since Max slid from under him until the second they fell asleep in the cave. He left out Serena completely, since Suzanne didn’t know her, not to freak her out worse than she already was.
When Michael relaxed his hold on her hand, he felt the hot tears running down her face and falling on his shoulder. Her voice came out in sobs.
“I’m so sorry! Oh my god, Michael! I’m so sorry!” She repeated. “I don’t understand! I just got it today at mid-afternoon as if he had just planned it!”
“It’s not your fault. Maybe they did it on purpose, to see how you would react, so they could catch you getting in touch with us to warn us. They had no way of counting on this kind of contact. It’s very important that Isabel does not know, I’ve blocked Jesse Ramirez away from all of it, saying I didn’t recognized any of the abductors though one seemed familiar, not to feel I’m totally lying, you know? So far, Isabel is doing a great job keeping her husband thinking that we don’t even suspect him, but if she finds out what he did to me, she won’t be able to hold back and it will turn out real bad for us. I’m going to block what you’ve just seen completely off your mind, for our safety and yours too. I’m the only one who can make you remember just if it’s necessary, ok?”
The way his words vibrated against her body was making her feel a very strange kind of pleasure, one she had never felt before and which she knew was definitely alien.
“Ok.” She echoed as she felt this mild tickly electricity rise up her arms and all the way to her brain, placing it in a fog that lasted just a few seconds and then cleared out.
“You ok?” Michael expected her confirmation.
“Yes, sure, please stay away from Ramirez, be very careful!” She adviced and Michael knew it had worked.
“I will, I have to go now, thank you.” Michael rose back to his knees and kissed her forehead again, holding her face in his hands. Suzanne couldn’t help blinking when his lips touched her and then she opened her eyes waking up with a start, to a disappointingly empty room.
Michael felt a weird disappointment too, and Serena smiled, shaking her head at him.
- What? - Michael asked her, frowning.
- Nothing…everything is ok and according to our plans. Now just keep on sleeping and get back your strength. - She brushed his hair back from his face and kissed his cheek. She felt him relax into a resting sleep and she drifted off too.
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Chapter 283
As Jim woke up, he realized he was flat on his back with his arms crossed under his head and his ankles also crossed. He opened his eyes slowly and then went wide when he saw the environment he was in. Then he remembered where he was. He turned to see the sleeping group and sat again with his back resting on the wall. Then, with dreamlike slow motion, he watched Michael begin to move. The alien boy let go of Max’s hand and placed his on either side pushing up just enough to turn his face towards Jim. Then resting again his upper body on Max, he started shifting his hips and legs as Max, seeming to guess Michael’s every move, straightened his leg, carefully between Kyle and Michael and flexed the other one, so Michael was now straddling his other leg, with Kyle spooned against his back as Maria had been, and Maria was hugging his other leg with her head on his thigh, as Kyle had been. As Michael slid towards Max’s other side, Liz and Isabel’s heads were pushed off Max, and they woke up, trudging sleepily towards Jim to sit with him in the middle. They were silent, as if hypnotized, their eyes focused on the rest of the group just as Jim’s were. Then to Jim’s absolute shock, he saw Kyle raise his hand to his mouth to lower it and shove it between Michael’s buttocks. The alien boy moaned and pushed back accepting whatever Kyle was doing to him. Maria helped spreading him from her side, and then her hand also went to her mouth and disappeared beside Kyle’s. Michael was slithering like an eel, as he gasped and groaned. Max wrapped his arms around his back and held him tight. Kyle brought his hand again to his mouth and this time buried it between his own legs obviously jacking himself. Jim, feeling very uncomfortable, gazed left and right to check on the girls, but they were watching the scene full interest. Jim turned back to the action to see Kyle was pushing his cock into Michael as Maria was now helping with both hands. Jim’s mouth dropped open, as Michael winced and hissed in initial pain to then let out a growl of pleasure as he writhed and purred like a cat. He bucked and drove Kyle’s huge cock as deep as it would go letting out a sob and whimper. He froze as Kyle rammed against him, his lips parted in ecstasy and his eyes shut tight as he started squirming from side to side. It was Kyle’s turn to sigh and smile with delight as he dug his fingers into Michael’s ass. Jim could see an immediate reaction from Isabel, Max and Maria, but he didn’t know it was because of the contact with the brands. So was Liz too, because of her empathy with Michael. Jim found it hard to believe that Kyle was fucking Michael and they were all enjoying it, but he was seeing it with his own eyes, no doubts about it. Kyle was giving it to Michael real hard, but Michael wasn’t backing out, quite the contrary, he was not only taking it but his body language was demanding it. Speak of masochism! Jim’s eyes were popping out of his head. Then he noticed the action between Michael and Max and the way Max was arching up only meant he was rubbing cocks with Michael. Max’s hands slid lower and grabbed Michael’s hips, rubbing him harder against him and at the same time, pushing Kyle in and out of him. Michael went wild, moaning and growling and bucking as he came. Kyle and Max followed a few seconds after, their nails ripping Michael’s back, ass and thighs making him bleed but he even seemed to enjoy that. As Michael and Max launched into the aftermath, Liz and Isabel got up and went to join them again, this time lying as before on Max’s left side instead of his right, over Maria’s head, and joined in. After about an hour of what Jim considered a shared pleasant dream, they started stirring and truly waking up. The three girls sat up and then knelt facing Michael and fussing over him.
- Max, you have to heal him. - Isabel told her brother.
- Shit Max! Look what you did to him! - Kyle exclaimed.
The girls turned to look at him with an accusing look.
- I guess I did it too…- Kyle gulped, feeling guilty.
Then the girls crawled over to the other side and started rolling Michael off Max so he could get up.
- C’mon Michael…- - C’mon honey, Max has to heal you, let him get up. - From Isabel and Maria.
Liz pushed Kyle away and Michael gasped as what little erection Kyle still had, slid out of him. Michael moaned his protest and Liz replaced it with her finger, carefully easing it into him and very gently, caressing his sore insides. Michael let them roll him towards them and back when Max got up. He knelt beside Michael opposite the girls with Kyle beside him. Jim had walked over and was standing behind them watching Max heal Michael’s deep scratches. He watched Michael writhe with the painful healing and couldn’t help grimacing. When Max finished, Michael was still breathing hard, and the girls lay their hands on him and the massage soothed him until he was resting quietly.
- Michael, we have to go now. I’ll put some clothes on you, ok? Just soft cotton sweats, so it won’t hurt too much, you’ll see. -
Isabel waved her hand and had Michael dressed, watching him wince in spite of her efforts.
- Now, choose your footwear, c’mon, what will it be, Docs or high top sneakers as usual…- Isabel asked.
- Well, since they’re free and what’s the use of having powers if you’re not going to use them, give me black Converse, the basketball kind, ok? - Michael grinned wickedly.
- This is not right, but just this once, and because you were hurt. I won’t do it again, clear? Now what the hell do they look like? - Isabel slid her hand under the waist of Michael’s sweat pants and placed it on his ass over her brand, connecting directly to what he had in mind before she waved her hand again.
- Wow! Can I have a pair too? - Went Kyle, looking at the boots on Michael’s feet wistfully.
- Sorry, like I just said, it’s not right. I just think he deserves them. - Isabel nodded.
- She’s right son, I’ll get you some as soon as I can, the conventional way. - Jim said, punching his son in the arm.
Kyle just gave a hopeless sigh.
- C’mon Spaceboy, we must go back now. We don’t want to get our parents worried and looking for us. - Maria whispered kissing his hair.
Michael pushed up and slowly got to his feet. He shuddered and Max took him in his arms, rubbing his back.
- Easy, easy, I’m here. We’ll help you, let’s go. - Max stepped back and wrapped his arm around Michael’s waist, starting to walk him to the door of the cave. It took them longer than they had expected to get all the way down to the van, but once there, Michael stretched out over the girls’ laps and Max and Kyle squeezed in the front with Jim.
Michael needed desperately to be left alone to be able to think out what he would have to do about Jesse, because he couldn’t risk to even allow a fleeting thought, afraid Liz’s empathy or any of the others could get it through their brands. At the same time, he couldn’t risk either to be attacked again by Jesse and his buddies, because they wouldn’t let him out of their sight a second time. That meant they would kill him, and his friends would be left without his protection. No, that wouldn’t do. Thankfully, Max had the same fears, without the Jesse issues, so he decided Michael should go to stay with him in Isabel’s room, right next door to Max’s, at his parents’, who would have no problems if he opened a door to join both rooms, now that they knew all about them. Michael shuddered again to think Isabel had to go back to Jesse, though he was sure Jesse knew Michael would not involve him in any way after the threat he had put on her. Michael wanted to get Jesse alone, with no interference, to get even with him. He would fry him into the wall; no one would stop him this time. He was sorry for his mother, she seemed a nice lady, but they came first. She would probably be better off without him, from what he had seen, Jesse wouldn’t mind getting her out of the way if she interfered with his schemes, mother or no mother. The guy definitely had split personalities, nice hypocrit and raging lunatic. Isabel didn’t know what she had got herself into, but he wouldn’t let him lay a finger on her, if it killed him. He spent the trip home, totally blocked out, relaxing the best he could with the girls’ hands all over his back. As they arrived in Roswell, Liz called her parents calming them down and telling them they had gone with Jim to Carlsbad where he had to talk to a guy who wanted to hire his band and when they were on the way back, the van had broken down near a huge radio station antenna which had rendered all their cell phones useless. They had to wait until someone passed by and said they would send a mechanic but no one else came and they had to sleep in the van. The mechanic came next day on a bike, so he went back to get the spares he needed and by the time he came back with the spares and some food, it took him less than an hour to have the van going. Liz kept watching the three men in front of her staring at her with open mouths at her ingenious story, then she told Jeff that she would be home soon.
- You rule, Liz! If I ever need an excuse, you’re the one! - Laughed Kyle.
- I hate having to do it! Lately I’ve got very good at it, and believe me, I’m not proud of it! - Liz frowned.
- Wellcome to the club, you’re not the only one, trust me! - Isabel frowned too.
- Don’t look at me! Dad here knew about you guys before I did, so…- Kyle shrugged.
- Where to first? - Jim asked, ignoring Kyle.
- My parents’, we need to get Michael settled, he still needs to rest. - Max said.
Jim headed for the Evans’ and Max called them with Liz’s story.
- Oh my god! Michael! They will see he’s not well! - Isabel exclaimed.
- Got it…- Liz sighed. - They know about you guys so tell them when the mechanic arrived this morning, Michael was so thirsty that he took a swig from a can the guy offered and realized too late it was beer and not soda, and it got him sick. Explain to them your problem with alcohol, and they’ll accept it. -
- Hey, bestfriend, Kyle’s right, you know? I totally agree! I’m glad mum’s out of town. - Maria said.
By the time they arrived, both Philip and Diane were waiting anxiously at the door.
As Jim woke up, he realized he was flat on his back with his arms crossed under his head and his ankles also crossed. He opened his eyes slowly and then went wide when he saw the environment he was in. Then he remembered where he was. He turned to see the sleeping group and sat again with his back resting on the wall. Then, with dreamlike slow motion, he watched Michael begin to move. The alien boy let go of Max’s hand and placed his on either side pushing up just enough to turn his face towards Jim. Then resting again his upper body on Max, he started shifting his hips and legs as Max, seeming to guess Michael’s every move, straightened his leg, carefully between Kyle and Michael and flexed the other one, so Michael was now straddling his other leg, with Kyle spooned against his back as Maria had been, and Maria was hugging his other leg with her head on his thigh, as Kyle had been. As Michael slid towards Max’s other side, Liz and Isabel’s heads were pushed off Max, and they woke up, trudging sleepily towards Jim to sit with him in the middle. They were silent, as if hypnotized, their eyes focused on the rest of the group just as Jim’s were. Then to Jim’s absolute shock, he saw Kyle raise his hand to his mouth to lower it and shove it between Michael’s buttocks. The alien boy moaned and pushed back accepting whatever Kyle was doing to him. Maria helped spreading him from her side, and then her hand also went to her mouth and disappeared beside Kyle’s. Michael was slithering like an eel, as he gasped and groaned. Max wrapped his arms around his back and held him tight. Kyle brought his hand again to his mouth and this time buried it between his own legs obviously jacking himself. Jim, feeling very uncomfortable, gazed left and right to check on the girls, but they were watching the scene full interest. Jim turned back to the action to see Kyle was pushing his cock into Michael as Maria was now helping with both hands. Jim’s mouth dropped open, as Michael winced and hissed in initial pain to then let out a growl of pleasure as he writhed and purred like a cat. He bucked and drove Kyle’s huge cock as deep as it would go letting out a sob and whimper. He froze as Kyle rammed against him, his lips parted in ecstasy and his eyes shut tight as he started squirming from side to side. It was Kyle’s turn to sigh and smile with delight as he dug his fingers into Michael’s ass. Jim could see an immediate reaction from Isabel, Max and Maria, but he didn’t know it was because of the contact with the brands. So was Liz too, because of her empathy with Michael. Jim found it hard to believe that Kyle was fucking Michael and they were all enjoying it, but he was seeing it with his own eyes, no doubts about it. Kyle was giving it to Michael real hard, but Michael wasn’t backing out, quite the contrary, he was not only taking it but his body language was demanding it. Speak of masochism! Jim’s eyes were popping out of his head. Then he noticed the action between Michael and Max and the way Max was arching up only meant he was rubbing cocks with Michael. Max’s hands slid lower and grabbed Michael’s hips, rubbing him harder against him and at the same time, pushing Kyle in and out of him. Michael went wild, moaning and growling and bucking as he came. Kyle and Max followed a few seconds after, their nails ripping Michael’s back, ass and thighs making him bleed but he even seemed to enjoy that. As Michael and Max launched into the aftermath, Liz and Isabel got up and went to join them again, this time lying as before on Max’s left side instead of his right, over Maria’s head, and joined in. After about an hour of what Jim considered a shared pleasant dream, they started stirring and truly waking up. The three girls sat up and then knelt facing Michael and fussing over him.
- Max, you have to heal him. - Isabel told her brother.
- Shit Max! Look what you did to him! - Kyle exclaimed.
The girls turned to look at him with an accusing look.
- I guess I did it too…- Kyle gulped, feeling guilty.
Then the girls crawled over to the other side and started rolling Michael off Max so he could get up.
- C’mon Michael…- - C’mon honey, Max has to heal you, let him get up. - From Isabel and Maria.
Liz pushed Kyle away and Michael gasped as what little erection Kyle still had, slid out of him. Michael moaned his protest and Liz replaced it with her finger, carefully easing it into him and very gently, caressing his sore insides. Michael let them roll him towards them and back when Max got up. He knelt beside Michael opposite the girls with Kyle beside him. Jim had walked over and was standing behind them watching Max heal Michael’s deep scratches. He watched Michael writhe with the painful healing and couldn’t help grimacing. When Max finished, Michael was still breathing hard, and the girls lay their hands on him and the massage soothed him until he was resting quietly.
- Michael, we have to go now. I’ll put some clothes on you, ok? Just soft cotton sweats, so it won’t hurt too much, you’ll see. -
Isabel waved her hand and had Michael dressed, watching him wince in spite of her efforts.
- Now, choose your footwear, c’mon, what will it be, Docs or high top sneakers as usual…- Isabel asked.
- Well, since they’re free and what’s the use of having powers if you’re not going to use them, give me black Converse, the basketball kind, ok? - Michael grinned wickedly.
- This is not right, but just this once, and because you were hurt. I won’t do it again, clear? Now what the hell do they look like? - Isabel slid her hand under the waist of Michael’s sweat pants and placed it on his ass over her brand, connecting directly to what he had in mind before she waved her hand again.
- Wow! Can I have a pair too? - Went Kyle, looking at the boots on Michael’s feet wistfully.
- Sorry, like I just said, it’s not right. I just think he deserves them. - Isabel nodded.
- She’s right son, I’ll get you some as soon as I can, the conventional way. - Jim said, punching his son in the arm.
Kyle just gave a hopeless sigh.
- C’mon Spaceboy, we must go back now. We don’t want to get our parents worried and looking for us. - Maria whispered kissing his hair.
Michael pushed up and slowly got to his feet. He shuddered and Max took him in his arms, rubbing his back.
- Easy, easy, I’m here. We’ll help you, let’s go. - Max stepped back and wrapped his arm around Michael’s waist, starting to walk him to the door of the cave. It took them longer than they had expected to get all the way down to the van, but once there, Michael stretched out over the girls’ laps and Max and Kyle squeezed in the front with Jim.
Michael needed desperately to be left alone to be able to think out what he would have to do about Jesse, because he couldn’t risk to even allow a fleeting thought, afraid Liz’s empathy or any of the others could get it through their brands. At the same time, he couldn’t risk either to be attacked again by Jesse and his buddies, because they wouldn’t let him out of their sight a second time. That meant they would kill him, and his friends would be left without his protection. No, that wouldn’t do. Thankfully, Max had the same fears, without the Jesse issues, so he decided Michael should go to stay with him in Isabel’s room, right next door to Max’s, at his parents’, who would have no problems if he opened a door to join both rooms, now that they knew all about them. Michael shuddered again to think Isabel had to go back to Jesse, though he was sure Jesse knew Michael would not involve him in any way after the threat he had put on her. Michael wanted to get Jesse alone, with no interference, to get even with him. He would fry him into the wall; no one would stop him this time. He was sorry for his mother, she seemed a nice lady, but they came first. She would probably be better off without him, from what he had seen, Jesse wouldn’t mind getting her out of the way if she interfered with his schemes, mother or no mother. The guy definitely had split personalities, nice hypocrit and raging lunatic. Isabel didn’t know what she had got herself into, but he wouldn’t let him lay a finger on her, if it killed him. He spent the trip home, totally blocked out, relaxing the best he could with the girls’ hands all over his back. As they arrived in Roswell, Liz called her parents calming them down and telling them they had gone with Jim to Carlsbad where he had to talk to a guy who wanted to hire his band and when they were on the way back, the van had broken down near a huge radio station antenna which had rendered all their cell phones useless. They had to wait until someone passed by and said they would send a mechanic but no one else came and they had to sleep in the van. The mechanic came next day on a bike, so he went back to get the spares he needed and by the time he came back with the spares and some food, it took him less than an hour to have the van going. Liz kept watching the three men in front of her staring at her with open mouths at her ingenious story, then she told Jeff that she would be home soon.
- You rule, Liz! If I ever need an excuse, you’re the one! - Laughed Kyle.
- I hate having to do it! Lately I’ve got very good at it, and believe me, I’m not proud of it! - Liz frowned.
- Wellcome to the club, you’re not the only one, trust me! - Isabel frowned too.
- Don’t look at me! Dad here knew about you guys before I did, so…- Kyle shrugged.
- Where to first? - Jim asked, ignoring Kyle.
- My parents’, we need to get Michael settled, he still needs to rest. - Max said.
Jim headed for the Evans’ and Max called them with Liz’s story.
- Oh my god! Michael! They will see he’s not well! - Isabel exclaimed.
- Got it…- Liz sighed. - They know about you guys so tell them when the mechanic arrived this morning, Michael was so thirsty that he took a swig from a can the guy offered and realized too late it was beer and not soda, and it got him sick. Explain to them your problem with alcohol, and they’ll accept it. -
- Hey, bestfriend, Kyle’s right, you know? I totally agree! I’m glad mum’s out of town. - Maria said.
By the time they arrived, both Philip and Diane were waiting anxiously at the door.
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Chapter 284
Max was the first out of the car and Diane ran to hug him. Philip patted his arm with relief.
- Oh Max, you had us so worried! - Diane said letting go of him and taking a quick glance into the back of the van to see the three girls there with Isabel in the middle.
Kyle and Jim had also come out of the van and were waiting to help with Michael.
- Just a sec, mum, we have to help Michael down…- Max said.
- Michael! What’s wrong with him? Where is he? - She asked following Max to the other side of the van.
The back door began to open and Diane saw a pair of black boots that were coming out of the window. Michael’s legs had been jacknifed so he could fit with his insteps over the lowered window.
- He’s ok, mum, he just drank some beer by mistake and we have a problem with liquor, even a few drops. That’s all. - Max explained.
Michael started backing out of the van as Max stood between his legs and received his butt against his lap. He held him around the stomach as Kyle helped from the side, one hand around Michael’s thigh and the other under him sliding towards his chest. Maria helped pushing back his shoulders and once he was also off Isabel, they got down and went around too. Liz placed her hand on Michael’s head so he wouldn’t bump it on the way out and joined them. As soon as Michael straightened up, Diane rushed in front of him and clung to him like a limpet. Michael hugged her back and was moved to hear her sobbing on his chest.
- Hey, Mrs. Evans, I’m fine, really…- He crooned as he lowered his head and kissed her hair, rocking her in his arms. Diane let go and wiped the tears with her sleeve as she clung tightly to Michael’s hand. His eyes looked a little dazed and his first step as Diane led him to the house was somewhat unsteady. They all ran to him holding him from every direction possible, and very slowly they arrived at Isabel’s room. Michael reached the foot of the bed and dropped on it first on his knees, then he went down on all fours, crawled to the middle, and flopped down, his arms dangling over both sides, hugging the bed.
- Hey man? You’re real good doing the bear rug thing! - Kyle teased.
Diane knelt by his face and touched Michael’s cheek with the back of her fingers, checking for fever, but found him a normal warm.
- Are you alright, dear? - Diane asked, brushing his hair back from his face.
- Mmm…- Michael sighed and smiled.
Diane also smiled as she slowly got up and shook her head.
- He’s just tired. - She said looking at him fondly, then turning to Max. - Now I understand why he was so sick that time you brought him over after he had been forced to drink with his dad. It wasn’t just the liquor but an alien thing. -
Max and Isabel nodded, preferring her to think it was that, because if Diane knew what Hank had done to him, her conscience would drive her out of her mind thinking what she could have spared the boy if they had found him that fateful night, instead of leaving him alone in the desert.
Liz was getting something through her empathy that kind of concerned Diane, so she went up to her and reached for her wrist.
- Sorry, can I see the time? My watch seems to have stopped. - She said and that was enough to get it all inside her mind.
- Thanks…excuse me…-
Liz sounded a little shaky as she headed for the bathroom between Max and Isabel’s bedrooms. As she passed Max’s closet she let her hand apparently absentmindedly, stray inside and touched the clothes hanging there. By the time she closed the door, she had to sit on the toilet because her head was swimming with images.
Maria went to sit by Michael on the floor, taking one of his hands in hers and Isabel did the same on the other side. The phone rang and Philip went to get it.
- Well kids, I’m terribly sorry I got you in this mess, I better be going, Kyle? You staying? - Jim apologized.
Philip came back and went to Isabel, his eyes searching hers.
- Izzy, that was Jesse, he has been calling nonstop since last night. He’s coming over. - Then turning to Jim: - Where are you going? Come, let’s grab a beer and watch the game. -
The two men left the room chatting amiably and Diane turned to follow them, squeezing Max’s hand on the way out. She knocked on the bathroom door before she went to the kitchen.
- Liz, dear, are you alright?...Liz? - She insisted, worriedly.
- Yes Mrs. Evans, I’m sorry, I’ll be right out. - Liz sounded out of breath.
- No dear, take your time, just checking if you were ok. -
Diane wondered what was wrong with her, she had gone quite pale when she saw the time, but then, it was none of her business. Maybe the poor girl was on her period and was finally being able to freshen up. She did look a little peaked…she decided she had better check what Philip and Jim were doing in her kitchen.
Michael was half feigning sleep and half really getting there, but hearing Jesse was coming tensed him up. He felt it through Isabel’s hand too, though she wasn’t aware of her husband’s latest stunt or even the previous dreamwalk one. At least he was glad Isabel wasn’t looking forward to seeing Jesse either. He took a deep breath and appeared completely relaxed. Max and Kyle were fooling around with Max’s computer when the doorbell rang and soon after they heard Jesse’s voice. Michael squirmed and whispered: “hot…” and Isabel, not caring if Jesse got the jealous jitters, waved away Michael’s sweat shirt leaving his back bare. Michael really wanted to have Jesse see he was totally healed to give him another kind of jitters. They heard his steps as he reluctantly followed Diane to Isabel’s room, and Michael’s alien hearing almost made him chuckle at the way Jesse’s breath caught when he saw Michael in his wife’s bed. Isabel got up and ran to him, playing her part to perfection.
- It’s ok, your father told me what happened, I’m glad you’re back and ok. - No one noticed how he kept glancing at Michael.
- What’s wrong with him? -
He simply couldn’t take it anymore, he had to know.
- He had beer by mistake; he just needs to sleep it off. -
- Oh…- He now stared openly at Michael’s back and he could see the faint scars of the cuts they had done.
Isabel had to be lying, but she was doing a great job at it. “How much does she know?” Jesse thought. “I’m sure she doesn’t know about me, because she’s not that good when it comes to Michael. She wouldn’t be taking it so well. Max must’ve healed him, that means Max knows, but he’s just smiling and waving at me. What’s going on here? None of them seem uncomfortable with me at all…this is weird. So Michael did take me serious, and said nothing about me! That’s it! He really loves Isabel too much to risk her. Oh well, good for me then. But still I better keep away from him, because if he gets a chance, he’ll probably rip my head off.”
At that moment, Liz came into the room after finally being able to sort it all out. The second she laid eyes on Jesse, he went black, as if struck by lightning and charred from head to toe. Then he simply disappeared for a fraction of a second and came back again as if nothing had happened. Liz blinked, shivering with a strange vibe which she couldn’t recognize. She didn’t like it but she wasn’t sure what it was about.
She took Isabel’s place opposite Maria and held Michael’s other hand. Maria was rubbing Michael’s back and whispering to him softly as she rested her cheek on his shoulder. Liz kissed his cheek and got through her empathy that he had completely blocked himself out of everyone in the room. No wonder she felt he was fast asleep, but she wasn’t getting that small part of Michael that was still aware of everything going on around him.
“Lucky bastard, he’s got the three chicks drooling over him and that idiot brother-in-law of mine either doesn’t give a damn or his useless antenna ears don’t detect shit!” Jesse thought and scoffed.
He noticed the way Liz was staring at him and he suddenly felt very vulnerable, as if she had heard his thoughts. He started wracking his brains to justify the suspicious scoff which seemed to be the reason for Liz’s glare.
- He shouldn’t have taken beer knowing what it does to him. - Jesse scoffed again; sure he had got it right.
- He was so thirsty, he just grabbed the can and chugged. He didn’t notice it was beer. - Liz sounded rather harsh.
- Hey, he didn’t do it on purpose! - Maria was definitely angry, so Jesse just dropped the subject, feeling he wasn’t exactly welcome as far as the two girls by the bed were concerned.
Diane saved him as she called Isabel to see if they wanted something to eat of drink, and he followed her hurriedly out of the room.
Maria looked at Liz and rolled her eyes, and Liz, agreeing with her, shook her head and frowned.
- Not your favourite person lately, huh? - Said Kyle.
- Forget it, it’s Isabel’s problem, I never wanted him to be in the family. - Max observed in an unpleasant tone.
- If you had let Isabel be, it wouldn’t have happened at all, and even Alex would be alive! - Maria was getting very worked up.
- That was Tess, Maria, it had nothing to do with Max. - Liz said tiredly.
- Alex got killed because the bitch wanted him to decode the book to convince Max to return home with her because HE got her pregnant! And she was going to take Isabel and Michael too to get them all killed again! If Michael hadn’t stayed for me…- Maria stopped when she saw Liz grimace at what she had just said, and she realized she was overdoing it. - I’m sorry…-
Liz just nodded and laid her cheek on Michael’s other shoulder, almost slumping on the floor. Max noticed something wasn’t right and rushed to her.
- Liz, Liz! You ok? - He asked, very agitated.
- Yes, there’s something we need to talk about, but just us, you know? - The way Liz looked at Maria made her very uneasy.
She reached across Michael’s back and Liz met her hand with hers.
- What is it, Lizzie? You’re freaking me out! - Maria’s lips were trembling.
-It’s nothing to do with danger to us, it’s just some stuff that suddenly came to my mind, something I had forgotten and for some reason, I just remembered, it’s nothing urgent, really. -
Liz was pressing her fingers to her temples as if she had a splitting headache. - It can wait, but it’s private, you know. -
- What’s wrong? - Isabel asked from the door, seeing the serious looks on everyone’s faces.
Her eyes went immediately to Michael, and back to them when she saw he was alright.
- Just some stuff Liz suddenly remembered, not that urgent, right, bestfriend? - Maria said jokingly, more relaxed now.
Liz smiled unconvincingly, and nodded. Isabel turned to look at the three guys watching the game, frowning at how much at ease Jesse looked with her father and Jim, and how out of place he looked with them.
- How about I get rid of all of them and we camp down here tonight? - Isabel whispered.
- Is dad out of the question? - Kyle asked.
- This time, yes Kyle. Trust me. - Liz said, her face now flushing pink.
- Wouldn’t Michael’s be a better place? He would be safe with all of us there. - Maria suggested.
- NO! - Liz surprised them with her loud outburst, then more calmly: - No, anywhere but there, for the time being. -
- I agree, it kind of creeps me out to think they could go back. - Max shuddered. - If they have guns, there wouldn’t be much we could do without putting some of us at risk. I don’t recommend it either. -
- Alright, how are you going to do it, Isabel? - Maria asked.
- We only have to send Jim home, that will be Kyle’s job, ok? - She nodded at Kyle and he nodded back. - Then I will go home with Jesse and insist I want to go to bed right away because I’m dog tired and I’ll have him passed out till tomorrow. I’m getting real good at it, then I’ll come home and do the same to mum and dad, with the excuse that I came back to check on Michael and decided to say goodnight to them too. They won’t wake up until next morning, you can be sure of that. You all ok with it? -
- Are you sure your parents and Jesse won’t…- Kyle began.
- Positive! Well? -
Once Isabel got their acceptance, she left the room and soon they heard her and Jesse saying goodbye and coming to the door of the room to do the same.
Liz called her father to tell him she was staying with Maria because her mother was away and she didn’t want to be alone, which was true and anyway Agnes had told her she could fill in for her anytime because she needed the money. She could call her cousin to cover for Maria like she had done before and had turned out she was quite good at it. José would also be glad to take Michael’s shift for the same reasons.
Kyle went to take care of his part and soon Jim was saying goodbye too.
When Philip and Diane came to check on them, they were yawning and ready to turn in, so Max told them to go to bed since it was obvious they hadn’t slept a wink last night, and he would drive Kyle, Liz and Maria home after their pizza was delivered and eaten. Diane kissed everyone goodnight including the sleeping Michael, and they only had to wait for Isabel to return.
Max was the first out of the car and Diane ran to hug him. Philip patted his arm with relief.
- Oh Max, you had us so worried! - Diane said letting go of him and taking a quick glance into the back of the van to see the three girls there with Isabel in the middle.
Kyle and Jim had also come out of the van and were waiting to help with Michael.
- Just a sec, mum, we have to help Michael down…- Max said.
- Michael! What’s wrong with him? Where is he? - She asked following Max to the other side of the van.
The back door began to open and Diane saw a pair of black boots that were coming out of the window. Michael’s legs had been jacknifed so he could fit with his insteps over the lowered window.
- He’s ok, mum, he just drank some beer by mistake and we have a problem with liquor, even a few drops. That’s all. - Max explained.
Michael started backing out of the van as Max stood between his legs and received his butt against his lap. He held him around the stomach as Kyle helped from the side, one hand around Michael’s thigh and the other under him sliding towards his chest. Maria helped pushing back his shoulders and once he was also off Isabel, they got down and went around too. Liz placed her hand on Michael’s head so he wouldn’t bump it on the way out and joined them. As soon as Michael straightened up, Diane rushed in front of him and clung to him like a limpet. Michael hugged her back and was moved to hear her sobbing on his chest.
- Hey, Mrs. Evans, I’m fine, really…- He crooned as he lowered his head and kissed her hair, rocking her in his arms. Diane let go and wiped the tears with her sleeve as she clung tightly to Michael’s hand. His eyes looked a little dazed and his first step as Diane led him to the house was somewhat unsteady. They all ran to him holding him from every direction possible, and very slowly they arrived at Isabel’s room. Michael reached the foot of the bed and dropped on it first on his knees, then he went down on all fours, crawled to the middle, and flopped down, his arms dangling over both sides, hugging the bed.
- Hey man? You’re real good doing the bear rug thing! - Kyle teased.
Diane knelt by his face and touched Michael’s cheek with the back of her fingers, checking for fever, but found him a normal warm.
- Are you alright, dear? - Diane asked, brushing his hair back from his face.
- Mmm…- Michael sighed and smiled.
Diane also smiled as she slowly got up and shook her head.
- He’s just tired. - She said looking at him fondly, then turning to Max. - Now I understand why he was so sick that time you brought him over after he had been forced to drink with his dad. It wasn’t just the liquor but an alien thing. -
Max and Isabel nodded, preferring her to think it was that, because if Diane knew what Hank had done to him, her conscience would drive her out of her mind thinking what she could have spared the boy if they had found him that fateful night, instead of leaving him alone in the desert.
Liz was getting something through her empathy that kind of concerned Diane, so she went up to her and reached for her wrist.
- Sorry, can I see the time? My watch seems to have stopped. - She said and that was enough to get it all inside her mind.
- Thanks…excuse me…-
Liz sounded a little shaky as she headed for the bathroom between Max and Isabel’s bedrooms. As she passed Max’s closet she let her hand apparently absentmindedly, stray inside and touched the clothes hanging there. By the time she closed the door, she had to sit on the toilet because her head was swimming with images.
Maria went to sit by Michael on the floor, taking one of his hands in hers and Isabel did the same on the other side. The phone rang and Philip went to get it.
- Well kids, I’m terribly sorry I got you in this mess, I better be going, Kyle? You staying? - Jim apologized.
Philip came back and went to Isabel, his eyes searching hers.
- Izzy, that was Jesse, he has been calling nonstop since last night. He’s coming over. - Then turning to Jim: - Where are you going? Come, let’s grab a beer and watch the game. -
The two men left the room chatting amiably and Diane turned to follow them, squeezing Max’s hand on the way out. She knocked on the bathroom door before she went to the kitchen.
- Liz, dear, are you alright?...Liz? - She insisted, worriedly.
- Yes Mrs. Evans, I’m sorry, I’ll be right out. - Liz sounded out of breath.
- No dear, take your time, just checking if you were ok. -
Diane wondered what was wrong with her, she had gone quite pale when she saw the time, but then, it was none of her business. Maybe the poor girl was on her period and was finally being able to freshen up. She did look a little peaked…she decided she had better check what Philip and Jim were doing in her kitchen.
Michael was half feigning sleep and half really getting there, but hearing Jesse was coming tensed him up. He felt it through Isabel’s hand too, though she wasn’t aware of her husband’s latest stunt or even the previous dreamwalk one. At least he was glad Isabel wasn’t looking forward to seeing Jesse either. He took a deep breath and appeared completely relaxed. Max and Kyle were fooling around with Max’s computer when the doorbell rang and soon after they heard Jesse’s voice. Michael squirmed and whispered: “hot…” and Isabel, not caring if Jesse got the jealous jitters, waved away Michael’s sweat shirt leaving his back bare. Michael really wanted to have Jesse see he was totally healed to give him another kind of jitters. They heard his steps as he reluctantly followed Diane to Isabel’s room, and Michael’s alien hearing almost made him chuckle at the way Jesse’s breath caught when he saw Michael in his wife’s bed. Isabel got up and ran to him, playing her part to perfection.
- It’s ok, your father told me what happened, I’m glad you’re back and ok. - No one noticed how he kept glancing at Michael.
- What’s wrong with him? -
He simply couldn’t take it anymore, he had to know.
- He had beer by mistake; he just needs to sleep it off. -
- Oh…- He now stared openly at Michael’s back and he could see the faint scars of the cuts they had done.
Isabel had to be lying, but she was doing a great job at it. “How much does she know?” Jesse thought. “I’m sure she doesn’t know about me, because she’s not that good when it comes to Michael. She wouldn’t be taking it so well. Max must’ve healed him, that means Max knows, but he’s just smiling and waving at me. What’s going on here? None of them seem uncomfortable with me at all…this is weird. So Michael did take me serious, and said nothing about me! That’s it! He really loves Isabel too much to risk her. Oh well, good for me then. But still I better keep away from him, because if he gets a chance, he’ll probably rip my head off.”
At that moment, Liz came into the room after finally being able to sort it all out. The second she laid eyes on Jesse, he went black, as if struck by lightning and charred from head to toe. Then he simply disappeared for a fraction of a second and came back again as if nothing had happened. Liz blinked, shivering with a strange vibe which she couldn’t recognize. She didn’t like it but she wasn’t sure what it was about.
She took Isabel’s place opposite Maria and held Michael’s other hand. Maria was rubbing Michael’s back and whispering to him softly as she rested her cheek on his shoulder. Liz kissed his cheek and got through her empathy that he had completely blocked himself out of everyone in the room. No wonder she felt he was fast asleep, but she wasn’t getting that small part of Michael that was still aware of everything going on around him.
“Lucky bastard, he’s got the three chicks drooling over him and that idiot brother-in-law of mine either doesn’t give a damn or his useless antenna ears don’t detect shit!” Jesse thought and scoffed.
He noticed the way Liz was staring at him and he suddenly felt very vulnerable, as if she had heard his thoughts. He started wracking his brains to justify the suspicious scoff which seemed to be the reason for Liz’s glare.
- He shouldn’t have taken beer knowing what it does to him. - Jesse scoffed again; sure he had got it right.
- He was so thirsty, he just grabbed the can and chugged. He didn’t notice it was beer. - Liz sounded rather harsh.
- Hey, he didn’t do it on purpose! - Maria was definitely angry, so Jesse just dropped the subject, feeling he wasn’t exactly welcome as far as the two girls by the bed were concerned.
Diane saved him as she called Isabel to see if they wanted something to eat of drink, and he followed her hurriedly out of the room.
Maria looked at Liz and rolled her eyes, and Liz, agreeing with her, shook her head and frowned.
- Not your favourite person lately, huh? - Said Kyle.
- Forget it, it’s Isabel’s problem, I never wanted him to be in the family. - Max observed in an unpleasant tone.
- If you had let Isabel be, it wouldn’t have happened at all, and even Alex would be alive! - Maria was getting very worked up.
- That was Tess, Maria, it had nothing to do with Max. - Liz said tiredly.
- Alex got killed because the bitch wanted him to decode the book to convince Max to return home with her because HE got her pregnant! And she was going to take Isabel and Michael too to get them all killed again! If Michael hadn’t stayed for me…- Maria stopped when she saw Liz grimace at what she had just said, and she realized she was overdoing it. - I’m sorry…-
Liz just nodded and laid her cheek on Michael’s other shoulder, almost slumping on the floor. Max noticed something wasn’t right and rushed to her.
- Liz, Liz! You ok? - He asked, very agitated.
- Yes, there’s something we need to talk about, but just us, you know? - The way Liz looked at Maria made her very uneasy.
She reached across Michael’s back and Liz met her hand with hers.
- What is it, Lizzie? You’re freaking me out! - Maria’s lips were trembling.
-It’s nothing to do with danger to us, it’s just some stuff that suddenly came to my mind, something I had forgotten and for some reason, I just remembered, it’s nothing urgent, really. -
Liz was pressing her fingers to her temples as if she had a splitting headache. - It can wait, but it’s private, you know. -
- What’s wrong? - Isabel asked from the door, seeing the serious looks on everyone’s faces.
Her eyes went immediately to Michael, and back to them when she saw he was alright.
- Just some stuff Liz suddenly remembered, not that urgent, right, bestfriend? - Maria said jokingly, more relaxed now.
Liz smiled unconvincingly, and nodded. Isabel turned to look at the three guys watching the game, frowning at how much at ease Jesse looked with her father and Jim, and how out of place he looked with them.
- How about I get rid of all of them and we camp down here tonight? - Isabel whispered.
- Is dad out of the question? - Kyle asked.
- This time, yes Kyle. Trust me. - Liz said, her face now flushing pink.
- Wouldn’t Michael’s be a better place? He would be safe with all of us there. - Maria suggested.
- NO! - Liz surprised them with her loud outburst, then more calmly: - No, anywhere but there, for the time being. -
- I agree, it kind of creeps me out to think they could go back. - Max shuddered. - If they have guns, there wouldn’t be much we could do without putting some of us at risk. I don’t recommend it either. -
- Alright, how are you going to do it, Isabel? - Maria asked.
- We only have to send Jim home, that will be Kyle’s job, ok? - She nodded at Kyle and he nodded back. - Then I will go home with Jesse and insist I want to go to bed right away because I’m dog tired and I’ll have him passed out till tomorrow. I’m getting real good at it, then I’ll come home and do the same to mum and dad, with the excuse that I came back to check on Michael and decided to say goodnight to them too. They won’t wake up until next morning, you can be sure of that. You all ok with it? -
- Are you sure your parents and Jesse won’t…- Kyle began.
- Positive! Well? -
Once Isabel got their acceptance, she left the room and soon they heard her and Jesse saying goodbye and coming to the door of the room to do the same.
Liz called her father to tell him she was staying with Maria because her mother was away and she didn’t want to be alone, which was true and anyway Agnes had told her she could fill in for her anytime because she needed the money. She could call her cousin to cover for Maria like she had done before and had turned out she was quite good at it. José would also be glad to take Michael’s shift for the same reasons.
Kyle went to take care of his part and soon Jim was saying goodbye too.
When Philip and Diane came to check on them, they were yawning and ready to turn in, so Max told them to go to bed since it was obvious they hadn’t slept a wink last night, and he would drive Kyle, Liz and Maria home after their pizza was delivered and eaten. Diane kissed everyone goodnight including the sleeping Michael, and they only had to wait for Isabel to return.
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Chapter 285
The bell rang and a huge pizza arrived. When Max brought it into the room their mouths began to water.
- Hey man, I thought the pizza was just an excuse. - Kyle said.
- No, mum and dad decided to treat us to one, I knew it when she winked at me as she left the room. - Max smiled.
Maria kept trying to wake Michael up with Liz’s help but nothing worked. Whenever they brought a pizza slice near his face so he could smell it, he simply turned away.
- He’s blocked me out completely, Max, Maria, can you feel him through your brands? - Liz was really getting worried.
Both Max and Maria found out they had also been effectively blocked out. They would have to wait for Isabel.
Twenty minutes later, Isabel returned and had a slice as she told them that her plan had worked like a charm. They arrived, she yawned slid into bed, clothes and all and closed her eyes. Jesse sat on the couch and turned the TV set on, and five minutes later, Isabel could hear him snoring all the way to the bedroom. She went over, and simply turned him off for at least ten hours. Anyway, he always got up at 6:00am.
- Isabel, Michael has blocked us all out, so I guess you’re out too. We are worried about him. - Maria said with Liz silently agreeing.
- What did you expect? He needs to sort things out without our interfering. Give him some space; I’m sure he needs it. I hate to remind you, but even Tess defended his privacy, remember? - Isabel was sure they did.
- Tess…- Liz whispered, her eyes getting misty for a couple of seconds.
- Does it have anything to do with what you wanted to tell us? - Isabel asked.
- Kind of, yes, and the source is somehow Max’s closet. - She answered.
- What? What are you talking about? - Maria exclaimed.
Liz took both of Maria’s hands in hers and squeezed them.
- Can you remember Maria? - Liz had shut her eyes tight and her voice had just a little of that underwater sound.
Everyone was staring at them as if they were ghosts.
- Liz! Liz! It was my fault! - Maria’s voice sounded like Liz’s.
- No Maria, it was mine, I didn’t have to listen to you, I did it because I wanted to. You didn’t force me. - Liz observed.
- But I pushed you into doing it! - Maria insisted.
- No, you didn’t, it was my choice. I could’ve refused and I didn’t. It was my decision. - She nodded for emphasis.
- What the hell are you two talking about? - Max demanded.
- I’m sorry Max, I didn’t mean to spy on you, it was just a stupid prank that got a little too far. I hardly knew you yet and I wanted to be sure we were going in the right direction, that was all. I don’t know how I could have forgotten all about it, I swear! It all came back with your mum. I just don’t understand it either, all I can say is that I suspect Tess made me forget it, I’m not sure why. The other time when she was in your closet instead of me must have been the one she wanted me to forget and I guess the other one happened just by accident because of your closet being our hiding place in both incidents. - Liz was blushing furiously.
- I guess you weren’t the only one to forget whatever you’re talking about because I’m totally lost. Does anyone else know what they’re talking about? - Max turned to Kyle and Isabel and it was obvious that they were as lost as he was.
- I better show you, I’ll begin with mine, because it happened first and there were just four of us involved, ok? Maria, you ok with it? - Liz was doubtful.
- Sure Liz, but the other one…I don’t know…- Maria was shaking her head.
- They need to remember Maria, it’s not fair to keep it away from them, they took part in it so they have to know…-
- Of course we have to! What did we do? I am included, right? - Kyle narrowed his eyes, questioning her.
- Yes Kyle you were there, of course you were, though you still didn’t know about the alien side. And believe me, it was Tess’ idea of having fun, I guess. - Liz scoffed.
- Well, are we ever going to find out what we did…when was this? - Isabel wondered.
- The first one was long before Tess arrived, right after Michael had been the alien in that stupid fight to help Maria’s mum. I remember because I just thought how sweet of Michael it had been to go through that painful voluntary beating, as if he needed it, for Maria’s mum. I had already seen a totally different side of him when he gave me back my diary, and now, I just loved him for what he really was, no matter how much he tried to look mean, his true feelings came out when it came to helping someone. - Liz reached out and patted Michael’s thigh affectionately.
Michael smirked, immediately recognizing her touch.
- Liz, we’re waiting…- Max said impatiently.
Liz sighed and nodded, reaching out to form the circle connection. She had Michael’s hand in one of hers and Max’s on the other, then came Isabel, Kyle and Maria with Michael’s other hand in hers. As they started drifting back in time, a strong presence surrounded them.
- You’re not leaving me out, no way…here I am. - Serena whispered, and her voice told them she was smiling. Her presence was virtual, so she didn’t need to use her hands. She was in everyone’s mind, Michael’s included, because there was no way he could block her out, so he would remember it to.
LIZ’S FLASHBACK
At first Liz was a little surprised by Maria’s outburst. She didn’t find it at all strange that Max would want to stay home on a Saturday night because his parents were going out of town, specially since he was going to spend long hours typing the stupid essay she had been supposed to pair up with Maria but she had side stepped her in the last minute to do it with Alex. She knew she had done it so she could work with Max, so it was ok. Now, Maria thought it weird of Max to stay home to type on a Saturday night, she insisted Liz had to find out if it was true or if he was entertaining someone else. Liz also knew Maria’s terrible complex of all those years after her father left them when she was very young. This was the reason why, to her, all men were hypocrites and deserters. She had been too convincing and now Liz was regretting listening to her. Maria had rung the Evans’ bell and waited for Max to come to the door. Then she had rambled on non-stop in her typical Maria way about trying to find Liz and looking all over town with no results and no return calls to all her messages and the ice cream they were going to have after the two awesome chick flicks she had rented … and on and on and on. Every effort Max made to interrupt her to tell her to come in and continue her search for Liz with him, came to no avail, Maria simply couldn’t be interrupted. Once she was completely sure Max was freaking out about Liz’s whereabouts, Maria gave a start, pulled her cell phone from her pocket, muttering: “It’s on vibrate” for all explanation, listened smiling and said: “Ok.” And that was all.
- Liz, - she said, beaming, - it was a misunderstanding. I had forgotten her aunt from Florida was visiting on the way to L.A. and she was going to take Liz to a double feature and dinner. She has her phone off and just checked it and saw my calls. It’s off again. They have a lot to talk about because she’s leaving tomorrow morning early. Bye, happy typing - And she skipped away.
Max’s ears were tingling and he welcomed the silence. Anyway, he thought it was about time to take a break, after typing almost two hours straight, so he called for a Pizza and sat on the couch checking out the tube while he waited. When it was due, the door opened and in came Isabel, looking pissed, paid the Pizza boy who had arrived right behind her, and they went to the kitchen, where she gave Max all the complaints of her horrid double date with her snobby friend from school. No wonder Max’s ears seemed to grow even wider with all the yapping he was being submitted to, tonight.
Meanwhile Liz had climbed into Max’s room through the window right after she heard him open the door as she waited just around the corner of the house. The room was dark but she had brought her little pen-like flashlight, which helped her get safely to the closet. There she sat behind Max’s suits and stuff, covered completely out of sight with the door almost halfway open to avoid suspicion. She bent her legs, wrapping her arms around them and rested her forehead on her knees, hoping Maria wouldn’t take ages in distracting Max. She had begun to doze off when a noise made her sit up and push a sleeve aside to take a peek. Her eyes had been closed so she wasn’t used to the dark yet. She noticed, though, a figure slumped on the floor in front of the window. She thought perhaps Max had shut himself out and climbed back in through his window. She could see the boy had landed on his belly and wasn’t moving. Maybe he had had the air knocked out of him. She gave him a little time, and soon enough, he was pushing up and lurching towards the bed. It was sideways to Liz, with the window beyond, to the left, so she could see the dark profile crawl on the bed on his hands and knees and flop down on his face. He lay there snuggling and moaning for a while and then he stayed still. After a few minutes, three according to Liz’s watch, she decided he had fallen asleep. She could hear his steady breathing broken by a soft moan every now and then as she watched the rise and fall of his back. She summoned all her courage and padded quietly towards the bed. She was tempted to turn on the small lamp on the nightstand, but decided against it. She stared down at him; she couldn’t make out his face because it was buried in his arms. Liz squatted on the floor by the bed and placed her hand on his back, between his shoulders. She slowly slid it down, feeling ridges or wrinkles covering his sleeveless t-shirt. It was short, reaching just above the waist of his shorts. She tried to slide her hand under the elastic waistband but they seemed to be stuck to him. Disappointed, she continued down his shorts finding them in the same weird condition. As her hand cupped his ass, she found it much rounder than she had expected. She had never touched Max there before, but from what she had seen, it was rather flat. The thigh right under it was rounder and just as toned, too. She had seen Max in gym shorts at school, and he had the typically knobby wiry legs of thin people who work out and get muscles on their lean frames. This felt different. She tried to slide her hand under the shorts up the thigh but it was sticking to him, too. She continued up over the soft cotton, back to the swell of the butt and stayed fondling it to her heart’s content. That felt good! He had gasped and then purred as she started to massage him, and she could swear he was pushing up against her hand. She was getting curious enough to risk turning on the lamp, when she heard steps approaching the room. She raced to the closet and returned to her hiding place just in time to hear the door open and the light go on. She was thinking who else could be home, she knew Isabel was on a date with a jock, when she heard a familiar voice and she saw Max himself standing at the door, his eyes popping out of his head.
- Oh my god! Not again!- He rushed towards the bed as her eyes followed him and saw with amazed surprise that the boy on the bed was the infamous Michael Guerin, Maria’s current boy toy, whom she treated like he owed her big, and Liz thought she was plain cruel to the boy. They had drooled over him and his bad boy reputation since he made his appearance in elementary school, but during the first week he had sided with Isabel and Max and become inseparable. She had seen Maria and him in countless make out sessions at the Crashdown after closing hours when Maria insisted she would clean while geeky old Liz was pushed up the stairs to the computer and their homework. The first time had been an accident but then she just tiptoed downstairs to watch them. She envied Maria’s luck and hated the way she treated Michael. She expected him to change to fit her needs and she obviously didn’t give a damn what he needed or felt. They knew every girl in West Roswell High fantasized with his hard chunky body but pretended not to because of where he lived. They were such snobs and Maria, best friend or not, could be a bitch!
She watched Max go into Max mode as he passed by the bed and continued to the window, closing the pane and straightening the curtain that Michael’s not too graceful entry had left pulled aside. Then he returned to the bed from the opposite side which gave Liz a perfect view of the two alien boys. He crouched beside Michael and now Liz could see just as Max could, that both the t-shirt and the shorts were criss-crossed by dark rust coloured stripes which looked dangerously like dried blood. Max placed his hand on Michael’s thigh and shook it lightly. Michael writhed and groaned but didn’t wake up. Then Max got up and placing a knee between Michael’s thighs, while he kept his other foot on the floor for balance, grabbed the waist of the shorts and yanked them roughly all the way down to the thighs. Michael cried out in surprised pain and Isabel’s outraged voice echoed his, from the door.
- Max! You idiot! Why did you do that? Use your powers, you don’t need to hurt him any worse! -
Max sighed and mumbled a contrite - Sorry, I just…Shit, this so pisses me off! - He placed his hand over Michael’s back and with a wave, his shirt and bunched up shorts vanished and dropped on the floor by the bed. Isabel watched with an anguished look in her face, her arm holding her up against the door frame. Michael lay shuddering and breathing hard as he dealt with the pain.
- Who was it now? Neighbours? - Max said and Liz detected bitterness in the mocking way he put the question.
- Yeah, five trailers down. - Michael nodded.
- Michael, I’ve seen you fight the bullies at school…-
- And you’re a big strong guy…- Isabel interrupted.
- So were they. - Michael cut in.
- They? - exclaimed Max and Isabel together.
- Well, they’re usually two. I can deal with them, a couple of cuts and bruises, not much, but today the older brother was visiting, and he’s the worst. So they were three…-
- Can’t they just hit you or, you know, kick you? Do they have to belt you, - Isabel wrinkled her nose in disgust, - and with the buckle! That’s sick! -
- That’s what they like. -
- Heal him, Max, please. - She scoffed.
- Michael? - Max seemed doubtful.
- Why are you asking him? Just do it! What’s that about? -
- They just gloat pulling up my shirt and my pants down in front of everyone to see their marks so if Max heals me it will be suspicious. I can take anything as long as you guys are safe. -
Liz could see tears filling Isabel’s eyes. She had to admit defeat. Michael was right.
- Can you at least heal some of it? To ease his suffering somewhat? - She sounded loud and dramatic.
- Ok, Max, Heal the worst ones, but leave enough to keep me off the hook. -
Max knelt between Michael’s thighs, placing his hands over Michael’s wounds and concentrated on the ones he wanted to heal. Liz noticed Michael lay still, his body tense when he should have been relaxed. Each time Max healed a cut, he jerked and winced. When Max considered it was enough, he sat back on his heels and wiped the sweat from his face with his t-shirt.
One thing Liz was really good at, was at detecting a lie, no matter what or how good at lying the culprit was. And if she, a simple human, knew beyond doubt that Michael was not telling the truth, she was sure Max and Isabel knew too. Then why were they playing along as if they were buying it? Michael surely knew, too, they weren’t. Was the truth too gross that neither of them could face it? What was it that Michael didn’t want out in the open, and his friends allowed him to conceal? Isabel approached Michael and kissed his cheek. He opened his eyes and smirked when she smiled at him. She kissed him again and tousled his hair before heading for the door. As she was leaving the room, she turned and said to Max:
- Take care of him, - and then lower, as if to herself but loud enough for them to hear, - as you always do. -
Before she closed the door behind her, Max imitated her tone and said:
- You bet I will. -
Isabel snapped back: - You better, or I’ll kick…-
Max finished up for her: - his ass, literally, that’s what you’re itching to do, right? -
He ended rather loud. She blushed furiously, her eyes straying to Michael’s, who locked his with hers, silently saying he would love her to do it even if it’d kill him, in his present condition.
She screamed: -NO! -
She hated when they did that, letting her know exactly what she was thinking, making her know they knew, but tonight she was getting back at them, at least at Michael.
- You’re going to fuck him Max, and it’s going to hurt you, Michael. - She spat.
- You can join the fun. - Michael smirked.
- No, tonight I’m making you suffer, I’m not easing your pain, so enjoy it! - Isabel left the room slamming the door behind her.
Liz decided to concentrate on the boys before she really got the dreaded headache her throbbing head was announcing. Max sat on the bed beside Michael and touched his cheek.
- You ok? - He asked, softly. Michael just stared back at him with that intensity that only he could muster. Max brushed his hair off his face and caressed Michael’s cheek with the back of his fingers. He was looking at him with…tenderness? Liz couldn’t help loving him at that moment. So different from his constant criticizing and nagging at Michael, treating him like a troublesome kid brother…maybe that’s what he was! Michael may be a big guy but sometimes he behaved with the impulsiveness of a kid, not thinking of the danger or outcome of his actions, he just went for it. But now their interaction was totally sweet, Max leaned down to hug him and Michael just cuddled into his arms…like a kid.
- What do you need? - Max said grinning with familiarity.
- A bath, please? -
- Just sleep, Michael, and rest. I have a lot to type, I’ll be right here with you. -
- I need to clean up down there…back there…- Michael sounded uncomfortable.
Max closed his eyes and shook his head. - They did it too! - It wasn’t a question.
- Max…please? - He gave him another of his looks, and Max simply couldn’t say no.
Leaning over Michael’s back, he wrapped his arms around him, careful of the boy’s sore body, and pulled him up slowly to his hands and knees. Michael winced and whispered:
- I can manage. -
Max knew that meant he was hurting him too much, so he let go of him. Michael crawled backwards until he was standing at the foot of the bed. He nodded and Max came over and placing his arm low slung around his waist, they walked out of the room to the bathroom.
Chapter 285 (Continued)
Liz felt completely frustrated. Just her luck! Suddenly she heard their voices as if they were standing quite near her. They seemed to come from above. She looked up and saw an air vent, on the wall by the shelf with the slanting wooden slabs. Of course! The bathroom was just next door. Now, how could she reach that height? She was about to go to the room and get Max’s chair at the computer when she saw a portable three step ladder leaning against the wall by the door. Probably Mrs. Evans used it to clean the shelf at the back of the closet. She thanked her gratefully and placed it under the vent, scrambling up as fast as she could, not wanting to miss anything. The view was perfect: the shower stall was right in front of her eyes, at the back of the small bathroom, and she could see Michael, leaning on the wall on the right, as Max opened the taps to get the temperature he wanted.
- Hey, no hot water, huh? It hurts me. I don’t need a feel of hell like you do. -
Max smiled, - It’s just warm, get in. - Liz was thankful that the shower stall had a plastic curtain instead of sliding doors, which would have limited her view considerably. The curtain was pulled all the way towards the taps. They could flood the bathroom if they wanted, and it would just take seconds to dry it back again with their powers. No wonder they ignored the curtain completely.
Michael stepped into the stream and pulled away. - Shit! - He exclaimed as he turned the cold water tap to cool it. He checked and let the water hit him on the ass, sliding down his legs. Max stepped in and pressed himself away from the downpour into the back wall. Michael turned to look at him and laughed out loud.
- You idiot! You’re still dressed! -
Max looked down at himself and using his powers, got rid of his clothes. Though Max was facing Liz, Michael was standing in profile in front of him, covering most of his body, so she couldn’t see his genitals but she did get some glimpses of Michael’s as he stood bracing himself against the same wall but now inside the shower stall. His hands were on the tiled wall holding him up. Max guided the jet of water between his shoulder blades and Michael sighed, throwing his head back.
Then, very carefully, Max wiped the crusted blood from his cuts, with the help of the water, working down and spending a long time on his butt, where they seemed to be the worst. Michael gasped and jerked and then pressed his cheek on the wall, facing Liz’s way. His eyes were shut tight and he was wincing. Max went on to his thighs and finished there. He reached for a bottle of suds and poured some on his hand. He moved around Michael, pressing his front against his side first and sliding against his back. His arms wrapped around him lathering his chest and stomach and then his genitals, very gently, making Michael moan and sigh as he handled him. Michael spread his legs wider and then closed them almost together, writhing against Max.
Max poured more suds and lathered Michael’s arms, then he moved his upper body away from Michael and started lathering his shoulders and back. When he stepped back to continue, Liz was shocked to see his huge, really HUGE erection bounce up and stick to his stomach. She realized that Max, being shorter, had had no problems keeping it nestled high up in the warmth between Michael’s thighs. Michael groaned and Max giggled and said:
- You’ll have it all soon enough, don’t complain! -
Michael smiled and jutted his ass back towards him. Max tipped the bottle over on his hand again and soaped Michael’s butt just as slowly as before, and enjoying it just too much, from the way his eyes half closed and his tongue hung out from his mouth. Michael was squirming and breathing heavily. His breath hissed against his teeth as Max’s hand slid between his buttocks and soaped him there.
Max’s fingers closed in a fist with his palm facing upwards and pointing his index, slid it slowly inside Michael. He grunted and gave a start.
- Ooohhhhh, that stings! - He groaned.
- I’m trying to get their muck out of you. -
- Ok…- he nodded, wincing.
Max pumped his finger in and out of him and then pushed his middle finger in, too. Michael shoved his hips back against Max’s hand, and the fingers got in deep. Max turned his hand left and right, several times and now Michael’s hands were in fists and pressed to the wall as he twisted his body in the opposite direction of Max’s hands. Max pulled away slowly again, Michael groaning his complaints.
- I have to rinse you. I’ll get my mom’s gadget, ok? - Michael nodded and chuckled.
Max reached out of the shower and pulled a douche bag from the top drawer. He placed it under the stream and filled it with his powers.
- Bend over. -
Michael lowered his upper body so his head was lower than his hips, his hands hanging on to the edge of the long nook that held several bottles of shampoo and stuff, mostly Isabel’s, now slightly above his head. Max worked the nozzle into him, as Michael bit his lower lip and shut his eyes tight. Max squeezed the rubber bag until it was empty before he pulled out and slid in both his index fingers into him spreading them what little he could and letting the water drain between them. He repeated the procedure a couple more times and tossed the bag out of the stall. He spanked Michael’s ass smartly, drawing an “aaahhhhh!” out of him as he straightened up some, to a more comfortable position, his ass still pushed back. Max asked:
- Ready for me? -
- Always. -
Max waved his hand over his bloated cock and it glistened and dripped with lubrication. He forced it down and aimed it at the small target. He guided it against it and using both his hands to spread Michael’s buttocks for a perfect view, and his thumbs to keep his cock in the correct angle, he pushed the big head in. Michael gasped and his muscles jumped up with the strain. Max stalled, knowing the effect his size had. Michael whispered:
-What are you waiting for? -
- Masochist! - Max exclaimed as he shoved it in at a steady pace until their bodies were glued together. Michael had buried his face in his arms, growling during the deep penetration. Max hugged him tight in his arms and placed his mouth on Michael’s shoulder. He bit him hard, drawing blood, shaking his hips left and right as he did so. Michael threw back his head, his breath hissing in through parted lips, eyes shutting tighter still.
- Man, you can squeeze! Yeah! Do it again! - Max whispered as he reached around and down and he squeezed Michael’s balls for a change. Michael must have squeezed Max’s cock real tight again because they both shuddered and groaned. Max reached up and turned Michael’s face to his, meeting his lips in a passionate kiss, as he ground his hips against him, trying to get even deeper in. They broke the kiss and Max pushed his face into Michael’s back, as he pulled it all out and rammed it back in all the way. Michael purred like a cat and Max licked his back as far down as he could. His hands went to Michael’s nipples and pinched them hard as he pulled out and thrust in again. Each time he shoved in, Michael clenched his ass so he had to force it in. He knew Michael loved the burning pain of his rough penetrations, because his sexual experiences had been quite sadistic since a very young age at the hands of his horny foster father, and the more painful it was, the better his orgasm. The first times, when Michael told him how he liked it, Max was shocked, but complied, and now he enjoyed giving it to Michael as much as the other one enjoyed taking it from him.
- Let’s go easy, ok? Or I won’t be able to hold back much longer. - Max warned him.-
- We’ll go as easy as you want the next one in bed, but now I’m almost there! Fuck me hard, Max, I need you! -
Max nodded and began to ram him for all he was worth. Michael started coming first; he went wild, twisting his hips so that Max’s angle of entry went slanting from side to side. Then Michael told him to stab short, and as Max obeyed, staying deep inside him, he started coming like only Michael could, sobbing and whimpering as he shot his load into Max’s hand, pumping him to the last drop. Then Max came, and the feeling of his hot cum shooting deep and hard into him kept Michael coming throughout Max’s copious orgasm, milking him to the last drop too. Max placed his hands on Michael’s on the wall, holding himself up, just as Michael was, and buried his face in his soft silky hair.
- Let’s go to bed. - Max whispered in a husky voice. He wanted him again, but in the comfort of his bed, and at a different pace. Michael had had his fun, now Max would give him his. He started to pull out, but Michael held him in, with the amazing strength of his inner muscles.
- Michael, let go. C’mon…- Max pleaded.
- Wait, it hurts, it’s still too big. -
- Ok, I promise I won’t pull out, but relax or it will never come out. - Michael chuckled and it had an immediate effect on Max.
- See? I’m getting hard again! What are you laughing at? -
- We’d have to go to school glued together. Your fly open and the seam at the back of my jeans undone to let you in. I can just see their faces. - He chuckled again.
- Dammit Michael, don’t do that! And I can see their faces when I can’t help it and start banging you over a desk in the middle of the class in front of everyone! Ok, that’s it, sorry! - Max pulled out fast, before Michael could stop him. He bent over as if the pain was in his stomach and grunted.
- Shit Max! That was mean! Ooowwwww! - He grabbed at his belly.
- C’mon, I’ll ease your pain in bed. - And then in a lusty whisper, - I’ll eat your ass out until there’s nothing left of me inside you. -
Michael straightened out still wincing. He passed his arm over Max’s shoulders for a much needed support. Max ducked as he said:
-Oh no, I’m carrying you! - And pushing his shoulder against Michael’s stomach, he heaved him over it. Michael giggled.
- You won’t make it! I’m too much for you! - Max spanked his ass and held his thighs tight against his chest, trudging out of the bathroom, knees bent with the effort but not ready to give in. Liz was about to climb down when she heard a sigh rather near her left ear. She turned in that direction but found only the closet. Then she heard clearly the words “Damn him!” and this time there was no doubt whatsoever that it was Isabel’s voice whispering from her left. Liz concentrated and realized that Isabel’s room was next door to Max’s, but the rooms were shaped so that the bathroom was kind of wedged in between. That meant Isabel’s closet vent must be somewhere to her left facing the bathroom too! If she had found the vent in Max’s closet to look into the bathroom, Isabel must have known about hers for years. So she had been watching them too! And who knew how many times!
She climbed down hurriedly as she heard the boys arriving at the bedroom door. It was just next door, still Max barely managed to make it with Michael over his shoulder. He reached the bed by some alien miracle and leaned over perhaps planning to lay Michael down gently on the bed, but as he tried this, Michael’s weight overbalanced him and they fell on the bed quite unexpectedly. Michael ended on his stomach with Max on him, back to back, giggling like crazy.
- Hey, get off me! - Michael was about to heave him off, which wouldn’t have taken him much effort, but decided not to, because he might chuck him all the way to the floor. Max pushed up, one hand on the bed and his elbow in Michael’s ribs.
- oowww…oooowwwww…OOOWWWWWW! - Max realized his elbow was digging into Michael, he just couldn’t stop giggling.
- Shit Max, your elbow’s in my ribs, it’s like OUCH! -
Max raised his elbow away from Michael, giggling uncontrollably. He pushed up with one hand and managed to sit up on Michael’s ass. He cried out and this time pushed his ass up hard and heaved Max off of him. Max landed on the bed beside Michael, still giggling.
- Dammit Max, your freaking bones just poked into my ass! - He reached his hands back to rub himself but Max pushed his hands away and held him with his, instead. He gave the sore buttocks a squeeze, taking a deep breath and finally managing to control the giggles.
- You got a nice pair of cushions back here, so no harm done. -
- Yeah, sure, cause it hurts me, not you! - Max raised his hands and saw a spot on each side, where the worse cuts he had, had torn open again and a few drops of blood were seeping out. Michael had been right. Max covered them with his hands, watching the white fluorescent glow covering them as his healing powers were activated. Michael gave a small jolt and a soft moan, and Max checked out the bleeding had stopped and the cuts were just as before. Max lay on his back beside Michael and caressed his hair.
- Kiss me. - He whispered
Michael eased his body over Max’s, one of his thighs wedged between his, as he lay over him, holding up part of his weight on his hands, on the bed beside Max’s shoulders, not to crush him. Their lips and tongues met, through their parted lips, the effect was immediate as Michael felt Max’s erection bloat against his hip, and his own against Max’s stomach. Max’s arms went around Michael, his hands crossed at the small of his back, holding him tight against him. Then he slid them up Michael’s back, all the way to his face and cupped his cheeks, pushing him gently away.
- Let me up, I have a promise to keep. - Michael’s eyes narrowed in a silent question, and then a smile lit his face, as he remembered. He pushed his butt up on his knees and buried his face in his arms. Max knelt behind him and spread him with both hands. Then he buried his face in the warmth contained there and pushed his tongue up Michael’s ass. Michael purred with pleasure, and felt Max’s tongue penetrate him to depths he couldn’t think possible, sliding this way and that, twisting and wiggling, prodding, curling up and going deeper still, it seemed to have a life of its own, Michael felt like he had a live snake inside him. Suddenly, it was too much and Michael came, bucking back so hard that it was all Max could do to hold him until it was over. When he started relaxing and his breathing stabilized, Max bit him softly where his thighs met his body, on both sides. He knew that turned him on fast. Max was quite ready for him too. He placed his upright cock between his buttocks, holding them apart, and rubbed the sensitive place where his tongue had just been, sliding it against Michael’s wet opening, slicked with Max’s saliva in an up and down motion. He knew he was driving him nuts.
- MAX!..PLEASE! - Michael was writhing against him trying to get him in, but Max teasingly eluded him.
- Show Time! - Max exclaimed and rammed his impressive erection as deep as it would go in one hard thrust. Michael howled into the pillow and braved the colossal assault, Max repeated the deep penetrations pulling out completely before shoving back in, several times until Michael started shuddering and his back was beaded with sweat. Max stayed all the way in, and froze, letting Michael deal with the agony he was so much enjoying.
- Don’t…stop…- he rasped.
- Suit yourself. - Max indulged him and started ramming him hard again. Michael held him in a vice, he was so incredibly tight! Max’s hands felt like he was holding a marble statue, the flesh under his hands was so hard!
- Michael, relax, you’re making it hurt more than it should! Please, this is not how I want it! -
- Shut up! Just fuck me! Hurts so good, Max, don’t stop! - Max knew Michael was turned on by pain, but he wanted to pleasure him without suffering and decided to wear him out and get his way eventually. He fucked him to hurt, and when he felt Michael was about to come, he buried deep and stabbed short until he felt him convulsing with his wild orgasm. He waited him out again and this time he would do what he wanted. Michael was still breathing hard and Max knew he was sore. He leaned over him and kissed his spine all the way up to his hair, then he whispered:
- It’s my way now, or I swear I’ll pull out and jerk myself off. You know I will, Michael, so let me do my thing, ok? -
Michael nodded, his eyes closed and his lips parted. Max started sliding out slowly, and Michael winced, but took it. He left the bloated head of his cock pressed just outside and lubricated himself again with his hand. He started going in slowly, just the head, out again, back in plus an inch, out an inch. Back in two, one out, back in three, two out, until he was all the way in. Michael was breathing as if he had raced a mile in three seconds.
-Hell, Max, what is that?-
- You like? I knew you would. That’s fire and ice. A touch of menthol, yummy, huh? -
- Yeah, an icy burn, wow! -
Max slid in and out slowly and steadily, digging his fingers into Michael’s buttocks to hold him in check when he bucked to hasten the penetration.
- No baby boy, I’m in charge now. - Michael growled in protest, but let Max enjoy him like he wanted. He slid in slanting from the left, then from the right a few times, then he moved upwards pushing it down against Michael’s prostate. It limited the penetration but the results were ecstatic. Michael started shuddering and Max changed his approach stalling Michael’s threatening orgasm, saving this for later. He moved his body under Michael’s, now entering in a backwards direction, reaching much deeper than before and sliding in smoothly and shortly keeping his cock buried deep inside. Still he couldn’t stop Michael from begging:
- Go back there, Max, I need it, please! -
Max indulged him and started massaging Michael’s prostate very slowly, just to pleasure him but not to make him come yet. Michael took it for a while, itching with the need of a faster pace, but holding out for Max’s sake. Soon, he couldn’t help heating up inside as he just wasn’t able to hold back any longer. Only just enough for Max to gently slide in again and he bucked back hard, making Max connect with his prostate harder than he had expected and Michael was a goner. Max did as Michael’s body begged, and thrust hard and even until he exploded for the third time. Max wrapped his arms around Michael’s stomach and held him close until he stopped coming. Max chuckled against Michael’s back.
- Hey, you’re coming like a girl! Three times already and I’m still in the game! - He slid his hands down Michael’s thighs to his lower legs. - You’d look great in a mini skirt, you know? You’ve got the legs…-
- Shit! I can’t hold back like you do! And quit the girl thing or you’ll be sporting one hell of a shiner as soon as I’m able to get up! -
- Oh so now you’re threatening me, - He shoved into him hard, pinning him against his hands which had slid down to his groin. Michael grunted.
- I’m going to have to punish you…- Max said matter of factly.
He let go and started spanking with both hands, feeling him contract against him with each double strike. After about a dozen times, Max was beginning to lose it, so he now held him spread out for him, getting the best view possible and started his smooth deep thrusts again, feeling he was so close, Michael had already come three times, Max…he was on his own now, to do as he pleased, he twisted his hips as he pushed in and in the opposite direction as he pulled out, kind of screwing his cock into him and out again. He stayed deep and ground first clockwise, then counterclockwise, then he moved his hips sideways, then up and down without pulling out at all. Michael’s insides were pulsing, and Max’s cock began to throb uncontrollably as he started shooting his load into Michael, who met his thrusts and unbelievably, came again. Max had milked him dry the first time, so the next three were just drops, but the feeling was the same. Michael felt he was about to black out, Max had really worked him out hard tonight. He felt Max just couldn’t hold himself up and was about to fall to his side, pulling out of him, so he moved with Max and they fell on their sides, still joined. Liz watched them catching their breaths, actually just Michael, because Max was behind him and all she could see of him were his knees pushed between Michael’s thighs. Michael lay with his eyes closed, his lips parted, now wincing in agony, now smiling in ecstasy depending of what Max’s cock, still inside him, was up to. Max’s arms were wrapped around his hips possessively, Michael’s hands covering Max’s. Then Michael reached back with one arm, his hand aimed at the window. Without needing to look, he opened both panes wide taking the curtains with them and Max, guessing what he was doing, reached up and blocked his arm just in time to stop the frames from crashing into the wall and smashing the glass into pieces. Michael sighed as a fresh breeze cooled his fever and relaxed again. Liz couldn’t help thinking what it would be like to be fucked by Max. Probably half of it would stay out, he was so big. She wouldn’t have believed Michael could take all of it up the ass if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes. And what would it be like to be fucked by Michael? He was big, but reasonable, perfect for pleasure without a struggle. And being on the receiving side with another male, he would know exactly what to do and how to give it, unlike his active partner. God! Maria was so lucky! Should she tell her? Better not, because now she envied her so much. She saw Michael stirring, and he rolled over back on his stomach. Now she could see Max turning on his back beside him, his arm pushed under Michael holding him close to him, his hand loosely on his hip. Michael shifted his hips slightly sideways flexing his knee a little to lay his thigh over Max’s. One arm went over Max’s chest as the other stayed back, along his body, and he nestled his face in the crook of Max’s neck so that he was half on, half spooned into Max’s side. She watched the rise and fall of his back and Max’s chest, and knew they were falling asleep. She waited a little while longer, enjoying the view, and emerged from the closet, tip-toeing towards the bed. She stopped to watch them one last time. She wished she had a camera to keep this picture and watch it every time she wanted. She put the edge of her hand between Michael’s buttocks, sliding it all the way down as he writhed against it, then she gently squeezed the back of his thigh. She felt, rather than saw, his parted lips curl in a smile, as he purred in pleasure at her touch, probably thinking it was Max. In her mind, she could see his full lips, and wanted to kiss them. She bent down and kissed his buttock instead, right over the bad cut. He moaned softly and pushed back against her lips. She flicked her tongue out at him tasting his skin, Michael slept like a log, he wouldn’t wake up. She straightened up with his sigh. She rounded the bed and stared down at Max. He lay on his back with his right arm held up, his palm under his head. His free leg was bent and his foot was hooked under his other knee. She knew Max was a light sleeper, and the slightest touch or sound would wake him up, so she stayed clear of him and padded to the window. That’s when she heard the soft gasp, and she knew it was Isabel’s. She turned to her right, from where it came, and caught a glint somewhere among the posters to the right side of the bed, and just as soon, it was gone. So she also had a lookout to the bedroom? Liz smiled. Isabel wouldn’t give herself away, so she was safe. She slid over the window silently and walked back home knowing she was in for a treat where dreams were concerned. And she was. All night long, she dreamt Michael was over her, making love to her while Max knelt behind him, ramming into his ass and making him come over and over inside her, as she came with him. The way Max grinned at her over Michael’s shoulder was definitely creepy and she knew she wouldn’t be able to shudder next day when she saw them at school.
The bell rang and a huge pizza arrived. When Max brought it into the room their mouths began to water.
- Hey man, I thought the pizza was just an excuse. - Kyle said.
- No, mum and dad decided to treat us to one, I knew it when she winked at me as she left the room. - Max smiled.
Maria kept trying to wake Michael up with Liz’s help but nothing worked. Whenever they brought a pizza slice near his face so he could smell it, he simply turned away.
- He’s blocked me out completely, Max, Maria, can you feel him through your brands? - Liz was really getting worried.
Both Max and Maria found out they had also been effectively blocked out. They would have to wait for Isabel.
Twenty minutes later, Isabel returned and had a slice as she told them that her plan had worked like a charm. They arrived, she yawned slid into bed, clothes and all and closed her eyes. Jesse sat on the couch and turned the TV set on, and five minutes later, Isabel could hear him snoring all the way to the bedroom. She went over, and simply turned him off for at least ten hours. Anyway, he always got up at 6:00am.
- Isabel, Michael has blocked us all out, so I guess you’re out too. We are worried about him. - Maria said with Liz silently agreeing.
- What did you expect? He needs to sort things out without our interfering. Give him some space; I’m sure he needs it. I hate to remind you, but even Tess defended his privacy, remember? - Isabel was sure they did.
- Tess…- Liz whispered, her eyes getting misty for a couple of seconds.
- Does it have anything to do with what you wanted to tell us? - Isabel asked.
- Kind of, yes, and the source is somehow Max’s closet. - She answered.
- What? What are you talking about? - Maria exclaimed.
Liz took both of Maria’s hands in hers and squeezed them.
- Can you remember Maria? - Liz had shut her eyes tight and her voice had just a little of that underwater sound.
Everyone was staring at them as if they were ghosts.
- Liz! Liz! It was my fault! - Maria’s voice sounded like Liz’s.
- No Maria, it was mine, I didn’t have to listen to you, I did it because I wanted to. You didn’t force me. - Liz observed.
- But I pushed you into doing it! - Maria insisted.
- No, you didn’t, it was my choice. I could’ve refused and I didn’t. It was my decision. - She nodded for emphasis.
- What the hell are you two talking about? - Max demanded.
- I’m sorry Max, I didn’t mean to spy on you, it was just a stupid prank that got a little too far. I hardly knew you yet and I wanted to be sure we were going in the right direction, that was all. I don’t know how I could have forgotten all about it, I swear! It all came back with your mum. I just don’t understand it either, all I can say is that I suspect Tess made me forget it, I’m not sure why. The other time when she was in your closet instead of me must have been the one she wanted me to forget and I guess the other one happened just by accident because of your closet being our hiding place in both incidents. - Liz was blushing furiously.
- I guess you weren’t the only one to forget whatever you’re talking about because I’m totally lost. Does anyone else know what they’re talking about? - Max turned to Kyle and Isabel and it was obvious that they were as lost as he was.
- I better show you, I’ll begin with mine, because it happened first and there were just four of us involved, ok? Maria, you ok with it? - Liz was doubtful.
- Sure Liz, but the other one…I don’t know…- Maria was shaking her head.
- They need to remember Maria, it’s not fair to keep it away from them, they took part in it so they have to know…-
- Of course we have to! What did we do? I am included, right? - Kyle narrowed his eyes, questioning her.
- Yes Kyle you were there, of course you were, though you still didn’t know about the alien side. And believe me, it was Tess’ idea of having fun, I guess. - Liz scoffed.
- Well, are we ever going to find out what we did…when was this? - Isabel wondered.
- The first one was long before Tess arrived, right after Michael had been the alien in that stupid fight to help Maria’s mum. I remember because I just thought how sweet of Michael it had been to go through that painful voluntary beating, as if he needed it, for Maria’s mum. I had already seen a totally different side of him when he gave me back my diary, and now, I just loved him for what he really was, no matter how much he tried to look mean, his true feelings came out when it came to helping someone. - Liz reached out and patted Michael’s thigh affectionately.
Michael smirked, immediately recognizing her touch.
- Liz, we’re waiting…- Max said impatiently.
Liz sighed and nodded, reaching out to form the circle connection. She had Michael’s hand in one of hers and Max’s on the other, then came Isabel, Kyle and Maria with Michael’s other hand in hers. As they started drifting back in time, a strong presence surrounded them.
- You’re not leaving me out, no way…here I am. - Serena whispered, and her voice told them she was smiling. Her presence was virtual, so she didn’t need to use her hands. She was in everyone’s mind, Michael’s included, because there was no way he could block her out, so he would remember it to.
LIZ’S FLASHBACK
At first Liz was a little surprised by Maria’s outburst. She didn’t find it at all strange that Max would want to stay home on a Saturday night because his parents were going out of town, specially since he was going to spend long hours typing the stupid essay she had been supposed to pair up with Maria but she had side stepped her in the last minute to do it with Alex. She knew she had done it so she could work with Max, so it was ok. Now, Maria thought it weird of Max to stay home to type on a Saturday night, she insisted Liz had to find out if it was true or if he was entertaining someone else. Liz also knew Maria’s terrible complex of all those years after her father left them when she was very young. This was the reason why, to her, all men were hypocrites and deserters. She had been too convincing and now Liz was regretting listening to her. Maria had rung the Evans’ bell and waited for Max to come to the door. Then she had rambled on non-stop in her typical Maria way about trying to find Liz and looking all over town with no results and no return calls to all her messages and the ice cream they were going to have after the two awesome chick flicks she had rented … and on and on and on. Every effort Max made to interrupt her to tell her to come in and continue her search for Liz with him, came to no avail, Maria simply couldn’t be interrupted. Once she was completely sure Max was freaking out about Liz’s whereabouts, Maria gave a start, pulled her cell phone from her pocket, muttering: “It’s on vibrate” for all explanation, listened smiling and said: “Ok.” And that was all.
- Liz, - she said, beaming, - it was a misunderstanding. I had forgotten her aunt from Florida was visiting on the way to L.A. and she was going to take Liz to a double feature and dinner. She has her phone off and just checked it and saw my calls. It’s off again. They have a lot to talk about because she’s leaving tomorrow morning early. Bye, happy typing - And she skipped away.
Max’s ears were tingling and he welcomed the silence. Anyway, he thought it was about time to take a break, after typing almost two hours straight, so he called for a Pizza and sat on the couch checking out the tube while he waited. When it was due, the door opened and in came Isabel, looking pissed, paid the Pizza boy who had arrived right behind her, and they went to the kitchen, where she gave Max all the complaints of her horrid double date with her snobby friend from school. No wonder Max’s ears seemed to grow even wider with all the yapping he was being submitted to, tonight.
Meanwhile Liz had climbed into Max’s room through the window right after she heard him open the door as she waited just around the corner of the house. The room was dark but she had brought her little pen-like flashlight, which helped her get safely to the closet. There she sat behind Max’s suits and stuff, covered completely out of sight with the door almost halfway open to avoid suspicion. She bent her legs, wrapping her arms around them and rested her forehead on her knees, hoping Maria wouldn’t take ages in distracting Max. She had begun to doze off when a noise made her sit up and push a sleeve aside to take a peek. Her eyes had been closed so she wasn’t used to the dark yet. She noticed, though, a figure slumped on the floor in front of the window. She thought perhaps Max had shut himself out and climbed back in through his window. She could see the boy had landed on his belly and wasn’t moving. Maybe he had had the air knocked out of him. She gave him a little time, and soon enough, he was pushing up and lurching towards the bed. It was sideways to Liz, with the window beyond, to the left, so she could see the dark profile crawl on the bed on his hands and knees and flop down on his face. He lay there snuggling and moaning for a while and then he stayed still. After a few minutes, three according to Liz’s watch, she decided he had fallen asleep. She could hear his steady breathing broken by a soft moan every now and then as she watched the rise and fall of his back. She summoned all her courage and padded quietly towards the bed. She was tempted to turn on the small lamp on the nightstand, but decided against it. She stared down at him; she couldn’t make out his face because it was buried in his arms. Liz squatted on the floor by the bed and placed her hand on his back, between his shoulders. She slowly slid it down, feeling ridges or wrinkles covering his sleeveless t-shirt. It was short, reaching just above the waist of his shorts. She tried to slide her hand under the elastic waistband but they seemed to be stuck to him. Disappointed, she continued down his shorts finding them in the same weird condition. As her hand cupped his ass, she found it much rounder than she had expected. She had never touched Max there before, but from what she had seen, it was rather flat. The thigh right under it was rounder and just as toned, too. She had seen Max in gym shorts at school, and he had the typically knobby wiry legs of thin people who work out and get muscles on their lean frames. This felt different. She tried to slide her hand under the shorts up the thigh but it was sticking to him, too. She continued up over the soft cotton, back to the swell of the butt and stayed fondling it to her heart’s content. That felt good! He had gasped and then purred as she started to massage him, and she could swear he was pushing up against her hand. She was getting curious enough to risk turning on the lamp, when she heard steps approaching the room. She raced to the closet and returned to her hiding place just in time to hear the door open and the light go on. She was thinking who else could be home, she knew Isabel was on a date with a jock, when she heard a familiar voice and she saw Max himself standing at the door, his eyes popping out of his head.
- Oh my god! Not again!- He rushed towards the bed as her eyes followed him and saw with amazed surprise that the boy on the bed was the infamous Michael Guerin, Maria’s current boy toy, whom she treated like he owed her big, and Liz thought she was plain cruel to the boy. They had drooled over him and his bad boy reputation since he made his appearance in elementary school, but during the first week he had sided with Isabel and Max and become inseparable. She had seen Maria and him in countless make out sessions at the Crashdown after closing hours when Maria insisted she would clean while geeky old Liz was pushed up the stairs to the computer and their homework. The first time had been an accident but then she just tiptoed downstairs to watch them. She envied Maria’s luck and hated the way she treated Michael. She expected him to change to fit her needs and she obviously didn’t give a damn what he needed or felt. They knew every girl in West Roswell High fantasized with his hard chunky body but pretended not to because of where he lived. They were such snobs and Maria, best friend or not, could be a bitch!
She watched Max go into Max mode as he passed by the bed and continued to the window, closing the pane and straightening the curtain that Michael’s not too graceful entry had left pulled aside. Then he returned to the bed from the opposite side which gave Liz a perfect view of the two alien boys. He crouched beside Michael and now Liz could see just as Max could, that both the t-shirt and the shorts were criss-crossed by dark rust coloured stripes which looked dangerously like dried blood. Max placed his hand on Michael’s thigh and shook it lightly. Michael writhed and groaned but didn’t wake up. Then Max got up and placing a knee between Michael’s thighs, while he kept his other foot on the floor for balance, grabbed the waist of the shorts and yanked them roughly all the way down to the thighs. Michael cried out in surprised pain and Isabel’s outraged voice echoed his, from the door.
- Max! You idiot! Why did you do that? Use your powers, you don’t need to hurt him any worse! -
Max sighed and mumbled a contrite - Sorry, I just…Shit, this so pisses me off! - He placed his hand over Michael’s back and with a wave, his shirt and bunched up shorts vanished and dropped on the floor by the bed. Isabel watched with an anguished look in her face, her arm holding her up against the door frame. Michael lay shuddering and breathing hard as he dealt with the pain.
- Who was it now? Neighbours? - Max said and Liz detected bitterness in the mocking way he put the question.
- Yeah, five trailers down. - Michael nodded.
- Michael, I’ve seen you fight the bullies at school…-
- And you’re a big strong guy…- Isabel interrupted.
- So were they. - Michael cut in.
- They? - exclaimed Max and Isabel together.
- Well, they’re usually two. I can deal with them, a couple of cuts and bruises, not much, but today the older brother was visiting, and he’s the worst. So they were three…-
- Can’t they just hit you or, you know, kick you? Do they have to belt you, - Isabel wrinkled her nose in disgust, - and with the buckle! That’s sick! -
- That’s what they like. -
- Heal him, Max, please. - She scoffed.
- Michael? - Max seemed doubtful.
- Why are you asking him? Just do it! What’s that about? -
- They just gloat pulling up my shirt and my pants down in front of everyone to see their marks so if Max heals me it will be suspicious. I can take anything as long as you guys are safe. -
Liz could see tears filling Isabel’s eyes. She had to admit defeat. Michael was right.
- Can you at least heal some of it? To ease his suffering somewhat? - She sounded loud and dramatic.
- Ok, Max, Heal the worst ones, but leave enough to keep me off the hook. -
Max knelt between Michael’s thighs, placing his hands over Michael’s wounds and concentrated on the ones he wanted to heal. Liz noticed Michael lay still, his body tense when he should have been relaxed. Each time Max healed a cut, he jerked and winced. When Max considered it was enough, he sat back on his heels and wiped the sweat from his face with his t-shirt.
One thing Liz was really good at, was at detecting a lie, no matter what or how good at lying the culprit was. And if she, a simple human, knew beyond doubt that Michael was not telling the truth, she was sure Max and Isabel knew too. Then why were they playing along as if they were buying it? Michael surely knew, too, they weren’t. Was the truth too gross that neither of them could face it? What was it that Michael didn’t want out in the open, and his friends allowed him to conceal? Isabel approached Michael and kissed his cheek. He opened his eyes and smirked when she smiled at him. She kissed him again and tousled his hair before heading for the door. As she was leaving the room, she turned and said to Max:
- Take care of him, - and then lower, as if to herself but loud enough for them to hear, - as you always do. -
Before she closed the door behind her, Max imitated her tone and said:
- You bet I will. -
Isabel snapped back: - You better, or I’ll kick…-
Max finished up for her: - his ass, literally, that’s what you’re itching to do, right? -
He ended rather loud. She blushed furiously, her eyes straying to Michael’s, who locked his with hers, silently saying he would love her to do it even if it’d kill him, in his present condition.
She screamed: -NO! -
She hated when they did that, letting her know exactly what she was thinking, making her know they knew, but tonight she was getting back at them, at least at Michael.
- You’re going to fuck him Max, and it’s going to hurt you, Michael. - She spat.
- You can join the fun. - Michael smirked.
- No, tonight I’m making you suffer, I’m not easing your pain, so enjoy it! - Isabel left the room slamming the door behind her.
Liz decided to concentrate on the boys before she really got the dreaded headache her throbbing head was announcing. Max sat on the bed beside Michael and touched his cheek.
- You ok? - He asked, softly. Michael just stared back at him with that intensity that only he could muster. Max brushed his hair off his face and caressed Michael’s cheek with the back of his fingers. He was looking at him with…tenderness? Liz couldn’t help loving him at that moment. So different from his constant criticizing and nagging at Michael, treating him like a troublesome kid brother…maybe that’s what he was! Michael may be a big guy but sometimes he behaved with the impulsiveness of a kid, not thinking of the danger or outcome of his actions, he just went for it. But now their interaction was totally sweet, Max leaned down to hug him and Michael just cuddled into his arms…like a kid.
- What do you need? - Max said grinning with familiarity.
- A bath, please? -
- Just sleep, Michael, and rest. I have a lot to type, I’ll be right here with you. -
- I need to clean up down there…back there…- Michael sounded uncomfortable.
Max closed his eyes and shook his head. - They did it too! - It wasn’t a question.
- Max…please? - He gave him another of his looks, and Max simply couldn’t say no.
Leaning over Michael’s back, he wrapped his arms around him, careful of the boy’s sore body, and pulled him up slowly to his hands and knees. Michael winced and whispered:
- I can manage. -
Max knew that meant he was hurting him too much, so he let go of him. Michael crawled backwards until he was standing at the foot of the bed. He nodded and Max came over and placing his arm low slung around his waist, they walked out of the room to the bathroom.
Chapter 285 (Continued)
Liz felt completely frustrated. Just her luck! Suddenly she heard their voices as if they were standing quite near her. They seemed to come from above. She looked up and saw an air vent, on the wall by the shelf with the slanting wooden slabs. Of course! The bathroom was just next door. Now, how could she reach that height? She was about to go to the room and get Max’s chair at the computer when she saw a portable three step ladder leaning against the wall by the door. Probably Mrs. Evans used it to clean the shelf at the back of the closet. She thanked her gratefully and placed it under the vent, scrambling up as fast as she could, not wanting to miss anything. The view was perfect: the shower stall was right in front of her eyes, at the back of the small bathroom, and she could see Michael, leaning on the wall on the right, as Max opened the taps to get the temperature he wanted.
- Hey, no hot water, huh? It hurts me. I don’t need a feel of hell like you do. -
Max smiled, - It’s just warm, get in. - Liz was thankful that the shower stall had a plastic curtain instead of sliding doors, which would have limited her view considerably. The curtain was pulled all the way towards the taps. They could flood the bathroom if they wanted, and it would just take seconds to dry it back again with their powers. No wonder they ignored the curtain completely.
Michael stepped into the stream and pulled away. - Shit! - He exclaimed as he turned the cold water tap to cool it. He checked and let the water hit him on the ass, sliding down his legs. Max stepped in and pressed himself away from the downpour into the back wall. Michael turned to look at him and laughed out loud.
- You idiot! You’re still dressed! -
Max looked down at himself and using his powers, got rid of his clothes. Though Max was facing Liz, Michael was standing in profile in front of him, covering most of his body, so she couldn’t see his genitals but she did get some glimpses of Michael’s as he stood bracing himself against the same wall but now inside the shower stall. His hands were on the tiled wall holding him up. Max guided the jet of water between his shoulder blades and Michael sighed, throwing his head back.
Then, very carefully, Max wiped the crusted blood from his cuts, with the help of the water, working down and spending a long time on his butt, where they seemed to be the worst. Michael gasped and jerked and then pressed his cheek on the wall, facing Liz’s way. His eyes were shut tight and he was wincing. Max went on to his thighs and finished there. He reached for a bottle of suds and poured some on his hand. He moved around Michael, pressing his front against his side first and sliding against his back. His arms wrapped around him lathering his chest and stomach and then his genitals, very gently, making Michael moan and sigh as he handled him. Michael spread his legs wider and then closed them almost together, writhing against Max.
Max poured more suds and lathered Michael’s arms, then he moved his upper body away from Michael and started lathering his shoulders and back. When he stepped back to continue, Liz was shocked to see his huge, really HUGE erection bounce up and stick to his stomach. She realized that Max, being shorter, had had no problems keeping it nestled high up in the warmth between Michael’s thighs. Michael groaned and Max giggled and said:
- You’ll have it all soon enough, don’t complain! -
Michael smiled and jutted his ass back towards him. Max tipped the bottle over on his hand again and soaped Michael’s butt just as slowly as before, and enjoying it just too much, from the way his eyes half closed and his tongue hung out from his mouth. Michael was squirming and breathing heavily. His breath hissed against his teeth as Max’s hand slid between his buttocks and soaped him there.
Max’s fingers closed in a fist with his palm facing upwards and pointing his index, slid it slowly inside Michael. He grunted and gave a start.
- Ooohhhhh, that stings! - He groaned.
- I’m trying to get their muck out of you. -
- Ok…- he nodded, wincing.
Max pumped his finger in and out of him and then pushed his middle finger in, too. Michael shoved his hips back against Max’s hand, and the fingers got in deep. Max turned his hand left and right, several times and now Michael’s hands were in fists and pressed to the wall as he twisted his body in the opposite direction of Max’s hands. Max pulled away slowly again, Michael groaning his complaints.
- I have to rinse you. I’ll get my mom’s gadget, ok? - Michael nodded and chuckled.
Max reached out of the shower and pulled a douche bag from the top drawer. He placed it under the stream and filled it with his powers.
- Bend over. -
Michael lowered his upper body so his head was lower than his hips, his hands hanging on to the edge of the long nook that held several bottles of shampoo and stuff, mostly Isabel’s, now slightly above his head. Max worked the nozzle into him, as Michael bit his lower lip and shut his eyes tight. Max squeezed the rubber bag until it was empty before he pulled out and slid in both his index fingers into him spreading them what little he could and letting the water drain between them. He repeated the procedure a couple more times and tossed the bag out of the stall. He spanked Michael’s ass smartly, drawing an “aaahhhhh!” out of him as he straightened up some, to a more comfortable position, his ass still pushed back. Max asked:
- Ready for me? -
- Always. -
Max waved his hand over his bloated cock and it glistened and dripped with lubrication. He forced it down and aimed it at the small target. He guided it against it and using both his hands to spread Michael’s buttocks for a perfect view, and his thumbs to keep his cock in the correct angle, he pushed the big head in. Michael gasped and his muscles jumped up with the strain. Max stalled, knowing the effect his size had. Michael whispered:
-What are you waiting for? -
- Masochist! - Max exclaimed as he shoved it in at a steady pace until their bodies were glued together. Michael had buried his face in his arms, growling during the deep penetration. Max hugged him tight in his arms and placed his mouth on Michael’s shoulder. He bit him hard, drawing blood, shaking his hips left and right as he did so. Michael threw back his head, his breath hissing in through parted lips, eyes shutting tighter still.
- Man, you can squeeze! Yeah! Do it again! - Max whispered as he reached around and down and he squeezed Michael’s balls for a change. Michael must have squeezed Max’s cock real tight again because they both shuddered and groaned. Max reached up and turned Michael’s face to his, meeting his lips in a passionate kiss, as he ground his hips against him, trying to get even deeper in. They broke the kiss and Max pushed his face into Michael’s back, as he pulled it all out and rammed it back in all the way. Michael purred like a cat and Max licked his back as far down as he could. His hands went to Michael’s nipples and pinched them hard as he pulled out and thrust in again. Each time he shoved in, Michael clenched his ass so he had to force it in. He knew Michael loved the burning pain of his rough penetrations, because his sexual experiences had been quite sadistic since a very young age at the hands of his horny foster father, and the more painful it was, the better his orgasm. The first times, when Michael told him how he liked it, Max was shocked, but complied, and now he enjoyed giving it to Michael as much as the other one enjoyed taking it from him.
- Let’s go easy, ok? Or I won’t be able to hold back much longer. - Max warned him.-
- We’ll go as easy as you want the next one in bed, but now I’m almost there! Fuck me hard, Max, I need you! -
Max nodded and began to ram him for all he was worth. Michael started coming first; he went wild, twisting his hips so that Max’s angle of entry went slanting from side to side. Then Michael told him to stab short, and as Max obeyed, staying deep inside him, he started coming like only Michael could, sobbing and whimpering as he shot his load into Max’s hand, pumping him to the last drop. Then Max came, and the feeling of his hot cum shooting deep and hard into him kept Michael coming throughout Max’s copious orgasm, milking him to the last drop too. Max placed his hands on Michael’s on the wall, holding himself up, just as Michael was, and buried his face in his soft silky hair.
- Let’s go to bed. - Max whispered in a husky voice. He wanted him again, but in the comfort of his bed, and at a different pace. Michael had had his fun, now Max would give him his. He started to pull out, but Michael held him in, with the amazing strength of his inner muscles.
- Michael, let go. C’mon…- Max pleaded.
- Wait, it hurts, it’s still too big. -
- Ok, I promise I won’t pull out, but relax or it will never come out. - Michael chuckled and it had an immediate effect on Max.
- See? I’m getting hard again! What are you laughing at? -
- We’d have to go to school glued together. Your fly open and the seam at the back of my jeans undone to let you in. I can just see their faces. - He chuckled again.
- Dammit Michael, don’t do that! And I can see their faces when I can’t help it and start banging you over a desk in the middle of the class in front of everyone! Ok, that’s it, sorry! - Max pulled out fast, before Michael could stop him. He bent over as if the pain was in his stomach and grunted.
- Shit Max! That was mean! Ooowwwww! - He grabbed at his belly.
- C’mon, I’ll ease your pain in bed. - And then in a lusty whisper, - I’ll eat your ass out until there’s nothing left of me inside you. -
Michael straightened out still wincing. He passed his arm over Max’s shoulders for a much needed support. Max ducked as he said:
-Oh no, I’m carrying you! - And pushing his shoulder against Michael’s stomach, he heaved him over it. Michael giggled.
- You won’t make it! I’m too much for you! - Max spanked his ass and held his thighs tight against his chest, trudging out of the bathroom, knees bent with the effort but not ready to give in. Liz was about to climb down when she heard a sigh rather near her left ear. She turned in that direction but found only the closet. Then she heard clearly the words “Damn him!” and this time there was no doubt whatsoever that it was Isabel’s voice whispering from her left. Liz concentrated and realized that Isabel’s room was next door to Max’s, but the rooms were shaped so that the bathroom was kind of wedged in between. That meant Isabel’s closet vent must be somewhere to her left facing the bathroom too! If she had found the vent in Max’s closet to look into the bathroom, Isabel must have known about hers for years. So she had been watching them too! And who knew how many times!
She climbed down hurriedly as she heard the boys arriving at the bedroom door. It was just next door, still Max barely managed to make it with Michael over his shoulder. He reached the bed by some alien miracle and leaned over perhaps planning to lay Michael down gently on the bed, but as he tried this, Michael’s weight overbalanced him and they fell on the bed quite unexpectedly. Michael ended on his stomach with Max on him, back to back, giggling like crazy.
- Hey, get off me! - Michael was about to heave him off, which wouldn’t have taken him much effort, but decided not to, because he might chuck him all the way to the floor. Max pushed up, one hand on the bed and his elbow in Michael’s ribs.
- oowww…oooowwwww…OOOWWWWWW! - Max realized his elbow was digging into Michael, he just couldn’t stop giggling.
- Shit Max, your elbow’s in my ribs, it’s like OUCH! -
Max raised his elbow away from Michael, giggling uncontrollably. He pushed up with one hand and managed to sit up on Michael’s ass. He cried out and this time pushed his ass up hard and heaved Max off of him. Max landed on the bed beside Michael, still giggling.
- Dammit Max, your freaking bones just poked into my ass! - He reached his hands back to rub himself but Max pushed his hands away and held him with his, instead. He gave the sore buttocks a squeeze, taking a deep breath and finally managing to control the giggles.
- You got a nice pair of cushions back here, so no harm done. -
- Yeah, sure, cause it hurts me, not you! - Max raised his hands and saw a spot on each side, where the worse cuts he had, had torn open again and a few drops of blood were seeping out. Michael had been right. Max covered them with his hands, watching the white fluorescent glow covering them as his healing powers were activated. Michael gave a small jolt and a soft moan, and Max checked out the bleeding had stopped and the cuts were just as before. Max lay on his back beside Michael and caressed his hair.
- Kiss me. - He whispered
Michael eased his body over Max’s, one of his thighs wedged between his, as he lay over him, holding up part of his weight on his hands, on the bed beside Max’s shoulders, not to crush him. Their lips and tongues met, through their parted lips, the effect was immediate as Michael felt Max’s erection bloat against his hip, and his own against Max’s stomach. Max’s arms went around Michael, his hands crossed at the small of his back, holding him tight against him. Then he slid them up Michael’s back, all the way to his face and cupped his cheeks, pushing him gently away.
- Let me up, I have a promise to keep. - Michael’s eyes narrowed in a silent question, and then a smile lit his face, as he remembered. He pushed his butt up on his knees and buried his face in his arms. Max knelt behind him and spread him with both hands. Then he buried his face in the warmth contained there and pushed his tongue up Michael’s ass. Michael purred with pleasure, and felt Max’s tongue penetrate him to depths he couldn’t think possible, sliding this way and that, twisting and wiggling, prodding, curling up and going deeper still, it seemed to have a life of its own, Michael felt like he had a live snake inside him. Suddenly, it was too much and Michael came, bucking back so hard that it was all Max could do to hold him until it was over. When he started relaxing and his breathing stabilized, Max bit him softly where his thighs met his body, on both sides. He knew that turned him on fast. Max was quite ready for him too. He placed his upright cock between his buttocks, holding them apart, and rubbed the sensitive place where his tongue had just been, sliding it against Michael’s wet opening, slicked with Max’s saliva in an up and down motion. He knew he was driving him nuts.
- MAX!..PLEASE! - Michael was writhing against him trying to get him in, but Max teasingly eluded him.
- Show Time! - Max exclaimed and rammed his impressive erection as deep as it would go in one hard thrust. Michael howled into the pillow and braved the colossal assault, Max repeated the deep penetrations pulling out completely before shoving back in, several times until Michael started shuddering and his back was beaded with sweat. Max stayed all the way in, and froze, letting Michael deal with the agony he was so much enjoying.
- Don’t…stop…- he rasped.
- Suit yourself. - Max indulged him and started ramming him hard again. Michael held him in a vice, he was so incredibly tight! Max’s hands felt like he was holding a marble statue, the flesh under his hands was so hard!
- Michael, relax, you’re making it hurt more than it should! Please, this is not how I want it! -
- Shut up! Just fuck me! Hurts so good, Max, don’t stop! - Max knew Michael was turned on by pain, but he wanted to pleasure him without suffering and decided to wear him out and get his way eventually. He fucked him to hurt, and when he felt Michael was about to come, he buried deep and stabbed short until he felt him convulsing with his wild orgasm. He waited him out again and this time he would do what he wanted. Michael was still breathing hard and Max knew he was sore. He leaned over him and kissed his spine all the way up to his hair, then he whispered:
- It’s my way now, or I swear I’ll pull out and jerk myself off. You know I will, Michael, so let me do my thing, ok? -
Michael nodded, his eyes closed and his lips parted. Max started sliding out slowly, and Michael winced, but took it. He left the bloated head of his cock pressed just outside and lubricated himself again with his hand. He started going in slowly, just the head, out again, back in plus an inch, out an inch. Back in two, one out, back in three, two out, until he was all the way in. Michael was breathing as if he had raced a mile in three seconds.
-Hell, Max, what is that?-
- You like? I knew you would. That’s fire and ice. A touch of menthol, yummy, huh? -
- Yeah, an icy burn, wow! -
Max slid in and out slowly and steadily, digging his fingers into Michael’s buttocks to hold him in check when he bucked to hasten the penetration.
- No baby boy, I’m in charge now. - Michael growled in protest, but let Max enjoy him like he wanted. He slid in slanting from the left, then from the right a few times, then he moved upwards pushing it down against Michael’s prostate. It limited the penetration but the results were ecstatic. Michael started shuddering and Max changed his approach stalling Michael’s threatening orgasm, saving this for later. He moved his body under Michael’s, now entering in a backwards direction, reaching much deeper than before and sliding in smoothly and shortly keeping his cock buried deep inside. Still he couldn’t stop Michael from begging:
- Go back there, Max, I need it, please! -
Max indulged him and started massaging Michael’s prostate very slowly, just to pleasure him but not to make him come yet. Michael took it for a while, itching with the need of a faster pace, but holding out for Max’s sake. Soon, he couldn’t help heating up inside as he just wasn’t able to hold back any longer. Only just enough for Max to gently slide in again and he bucked back hard, making Max connect with his prostate harder than he had expected and Michael was a goner. Max did as Michael’s body begged, and thrust hard and even until he exploded for the third time. Max wrapped his arms around Michael’s stomach and held him close until he stopped coming. Max chuckled against Michael’s back.
- Hey, you’re coming like a girl! Three times already and I’m still in the game! - He slid his hands down Michael’s thighs to his lower legs. - You’d look great in a mini skirt, you know? You’ve got the legs…-
- Shit! I can’t hold back like you do! And quit the girl thing or you’ll be sporting one hell of a shiner as soon as I’m able to get up! -
- Oh so now you’re threatening me, - He shoved into him hard, pinning him against his hands which had slid down to his groin. Michael grunted.
- I’m going to have to punish you…- Max said matter of factly.
He let go and started spanking with both hands, feeling him contract against him with each double strike. After about a dozen times, Max was beginning to lose it, so he now held him spread out for him, getting the best view possible and started his smooth deep thrusts again, feeling he was so close, Michael had already come three times, Max…he was on his own now, to do as he pleased, he twisted his hips as he pushed in and in the opposite direction as he pulled out, kind of screwing his cock into him and out again. He stayed deep and ground first clockwise, then counterclockwise, then he moved his hips sideways, then up and down without pulling out at all. Michael’s insides were pulsing, and Max’s cock began to throb uncontrollably as he started shooting his load into Michael, who met his thrusts and unbelievably, came again. Max had milked him dry the first time, so the next three were just drops, but the feeling was the same. Michael felt he was about to black out, Max had really worked him out hard tonight. He felt Max just couldn’t hold himself up and was about to fall to his side, pulling out of him, so he moved with Max and they fell on their sides, still joined. Liz watched them catching their breaths, actually just Michael, because Max was behind him and all she could see of him were his knees pushed between Michael’s thighs. Michael lay with his eyes closed, his lips parted, now wincing in agony, now smiling in ecstasy depending of what Max’s cock, still inside him, was up to. Max’s arms were wrapped around his hips possessively, Michael’s hands covering Max’s. Then Michael reached back with one arm, his hand aimed at the window. Without needing to look, he opened both panes wide taking the curtains with them and Max, guessing what he was doing, reached up and blocked his arm just in time to stop the frames from crashing into the wall and smashing the glass into pieces. Michael sighed as a fresh breeze cooled his fever and relaxed again. Liz couldn’t help thinking what it would be like to be fucked by Max. Probably half of it would stay out, he was so big. She wouldn’t have believed Michael could take all of it up the ass if she hadn’t seen it with her own eyes. And what would it be like to be fucked by Michael? He was big, but reasonable, perfect for pleasure without a struggle. And being on the receiving side with another male, he would know exactly what to do and how to give it, unlike his active partner. God! Maria was so lucky! Should she tell her? Better not, because now she envied her so much. She saw Michael stirring, and he rolled over back on his stomach. Now she could see Max turning on his back beside him, his arm pushed under Michael holding him close to him, his hand loosely on his hip. Michael shifted his hips slightly sideways flexing his knee a little to lay his thigh over Max’s. One arm went over Max’s chest as the other stayed back, along his body, and he nestled his face in the crook of Max’s neck so that he was half on, half spooned into Max’s side. She watched the rise and fall of his back and Max’s chest, and knew they were falling asleep. She waited a little while longer, enjoying the view, and emerged from the closet, tip-toeing towards the bed. She stopped to watch them one last time. She wished she had a camera to keep this picture and watch it every time she wanted. She put the edge of her hand between Michael’s buttocks, sliding it all the way down as he writhed against it, then she gently squeezed the back of his thigh. She felt, rather than saw, his parted lips curl in a smile, as he purred in pleasure at her touch, probably thinking it was Max. In her mind, she could see his full lips, and wanted to kiss them. She bent down and kissed his buttock instead, right over the bad cut. He moaned softly and pushed back against her lips. She flicked her tongue out at him tasting his skin, Michael slept like a log, he wouldn’t wake up. She straightened up with his sigh. She rounded the bed and stared down at Max. He lay on his back with his right arm held up, his palm under his head. His free leg was bent and his foot was hooked under his other knee. She knew Max was a light sleeper, and the slightest touch or sound would wake him up, so she stayed clear of him and padded to the window. That’s when she heard the soft gasp, and she knew it was Isabel’s. She turned to her right, from where it came, and caught a glint somewhere among the posters to the right side of the bed, and just as soon, it was gone. So she also had a lookout to the bedroom? Liz smiled. Isabel wouldn’t give herself away, so she was safe. She slid over the window silently and walked back home knowing she was in for a treat where dreams were concerned. And she was. All night long, she dreamt Michael was over her, making love to her while Max knelt behind him, ramming into his ass and making him come over and over inside her, as she came with him. The way Max grinned at her over Michael’s shoulder was definitely creepy and she knew she wouldn’t be able to shudder next day when she saw them at school.
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Chapter 286
The connection held as the scene faded, and they were very aware of each other.
“Liz did you really think I was a bitch for the way I treated Michael?” Maria whispered, sounding guilty.
“Yes Maria, I did. I always thought his attitude was defensive, and I told you so more than once, when he started coming to school, we were just kids, and you teased me saying I was way too analytical, you laughed at me and didn’t believe me.You said I was just making excuses for Michael cause I had the hots for him, as if you didn’t...- Liz paused.
“Well you did!” Maria assured her as she heard her best friend take a deep breath before she continued.
“Maria, Michael has always been in love with you, I always noticed the way he looked at you. Anyway, I confirmed I was right about his behaviour when I want to the trailer park to warn him about Topolsky and saw where he lived and met his foster father. I thought it was so unfair that he had to live in that awful place with that jerk while Max and Isabel had a nice house and great parents. Of course I didn’t know about the abuse and what Hank was doing to him. I hated to make him so uncomfortable and all he was worried about was if Hank had been rude to me!”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Maria exclaimed.
“Because you would have used it against it in the next argument you had with him, and it wasn’t right, it would hurt him too much and he just didn’t need any more pain than he already had in his life. Maria, Michael needed your understanding, your trust and your love, to feel accepted and open up to you. Not your constant criticism for not being what you wanted him to be. Still he trusted you enough to go to you that night after he defended Isabel from Hank and exposed himself. Then he finally opened up to you that night when he thought they were leaving and he would never see you again. And he stayed for you...you can’t imagine how much I envied you, and yet you envied me...” Liz scoffed. “Until Tess arrived and everything changed. You can’t imagine how I felt when I saw Max kissing Tess, I’m glad Michael didn’t see you kissing Billy, cause one thing is finding out and another is watching it.” Liz immediately changed the subject because the last time the Tess issues had been brought up, she had promised Max it would be the last time, but it had been necessary to make her point, so she went on. “Michael was always there for you, for us, in his own way, when things got hard, like when we lost Alex, when we went to Las Cruces, he saved our lives. I’ve always known he has a noble soul, and you’ve changed so much, you’ve given him a chance to prove it. I love you for it Maria, for not letting Tess destroy your love for each other because you know we’ll have to deal with that in what I’m about to disclose.” Liz heard Maria gulp, but she thought she was quite ready to face the part they didn’t know about, but that she now did.
She was sure Tess had brought the memory back to her mind during her last goodbye, but had left it in a dormant state to be activated when they were ready for it, and for some obscure reason, the time had come.
“If I’ve been able to come to terms with what Max has with Michael and the fact that he has very often been mean to him, I think I can deal with Tess’ revenge on Michael for not wanting her, cause this is what it’s about, right?” It was Maria’s turn to scoff and frown.
“Shall I continue? I must warn you, Tess will be there and so will Alex. Michael will show some of his true colours, which we already know about, but may still make us a little uncomfortable. It’s up to you...” Liz didn’t have to wait for their reply which came as a collective approving vibe, so she proceeded.
The night was hot and Liz sat up unable to really sleep. Her last catnap had her thinking of Max and she could tell beyond doubt that he was really horny.
“I don't want him to end up jacking himself when he has me!”
She got up, pulled on some clothes to make her decent enough and slid down her balcony stairs to the garage where she got her dad's exercise bike. That would get her there faster before he got started. As she pedalled furiously she had a really weird flash, inside her head, it was as if she was in Max's head. They, Max and her together, opened up his eyes and stared at the ceiling where she had put 5 glowing stars to remind him of his homeland. That's how she knew she was seeing what he was.
Suddenly the window slid open and a figure entered the room. Max's eyes were still not used to the darkness as he had just woken up so he couldn't see who it was. Liz was sure he could identify the intruder because he immediately got up and guided the person to his bed but somehow that information was not available to her. She suspected it was her and she was seeing the immediate future because she had just arrived at his house. She leaned the bike against the hedges silently, and turned the corner towards his window. She was sure surprised that it was already open, so she stayed out of sight and looked in. They were in bed like in her flash, she felt so disappointed! Who was there with Max? It must be that new blonde girl that Isabel had befriended in school and who was all smiley with him! Wait, not Maria! Her best friend? She took her cell phone from her pocket and dialed her number. She was so relieved when she answered sleepily.
-What Liz, it's...almost midnight!-
-Maria, come to Max's window, quick! - she whispered and hung up. She knew Maria would arrive in record time. Liz's eyes were now quite used to the darkness as obviously Max's were too, but somehow the upper part of the person from its shoulders up was in shadows. Max's friend was crawling on the bed on all fours and Max pushed its ass down so it lay on its belly. Liz noticed Max's door open a sliver and to her surprise, Isabel stood there with a frown on her face: so this wasn't the first time! And Isabel knew! Isabel liked her, no wonder she was upset. From where she was standing, she could see them in profile and so could Isabel from the opposite side.
Max waved his hand over the body on his bed and the scant clothes disappeared. Liz had been able to make some snug shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. Some kind of boots too. Could be anyone! Max straddled the figure's butt and started massaging the shoulders in the slowest slow motion possible, going down its back. The soft moans showed how much he was pleasing it. As his hands kept sliding down, his mouth started covering with kisses the area they had just left. As his hands reached the small of its back, his hands moved sideways to the hips as he bent again to kiss the place his hands had just been touching. Then he moved down to straddle the thighs halfway to gain better access further down.
- I'm here chica. - Maria whispered hoping she wouldn't give Liz a heart attack. Liz hadn't even heard the car.
- I've got company. - Liz turned to see Alex and Kyle! Her eyes widened and they felt an explanation was required.
- I called and picked Alex up so I wouldn't be alone. - Maria whispered. - We found Kyle jogging because he couldn't sleep in the heat and he hopped along. What's the matter? -
- See for yourselves! -
- Shit! Who is he with? - The three whispered almost together.
Liz raised her shoulders and spread her arms palms up in complete ignorance.
They watched in shocked silence as Max raised his head and slid his hands on the rounded globes to continue his massage as the person on the bed pushed up against his hands and sighed. Max's hands went to the upper thighs as he kissed the warmed globes making the other one squirm.
- Ticklish, huh? - Maria whispered.
- Shhhh! - All the others together.
Maria nodded apologizing.
Max's hands pushed under the hips and brought them up towards him. Holding them up with one arm, he reached under the bed and brought out a rolled sleeping bag in its case. He placed it under the raised hips and eased them gently over the roll. He lifted one leg and nudged first with one knee and then with both spreading the thighs on the bed wide open. His hand returned to the buttocks pulling them apart and burying his face between them. He got back gasps and writhing which he controlled holding them tight. After about a minute, Max's face came up for air as a whispered - Nooohhh! - left the other's lips. Max chuckled and leaning down, bit hard first one globe and then the other. More gasping and squirming in return.
- Ooohh, ouch! - Maria again. She clamped her hand over her mouth and signalled with her other hand she was sorry.
Max let a glob of spit fall between the spread globes and smiled as his partner writhed when it reached its destiny. Then he put his right index finger in his mouth and brought it out gleaming with saliva. Spreading one handed, he pushed his wet finger in as the body tensed its muscles at the intromission. Max pumped it in and out several times grinning at the groans and the tight flesh under his other hand. He pulled out ignoring the moan of protest and put both his index and middle fingers back in his mouth. He buried them back in, relishing in the clenching muscles and whimpers answering his actions as he twisted them right and left several times, keeping them deep inside. Max pulled out getting his expected gasp and shook his tired hand a couple of times. Then he reached towards the side of the bed and opened the pull up cap of a baby oil bottle. He reached into the fly of his sweats which were tented with his hard on since his finger went in where his cock wanted to be, and pulled it out. This time four hands clamped down to muffle successfully the gasps that escaped the four teens' mouths outside the window. Max tipped the bottle over his massive cock which he held upright pulling it away from his stomach and let the oil slide down covering it in slick lubrication. Then he forced it down and forwards aiming it at his target. He spread with his free hand and put the head against the small opening. The body under him tried to push up but Max held it down whispering his command:
- Wait! Keep still! -
He let go and raised his hand bringing it down and spanking the buttock viciously as he shoved in hard. A muffled grunt came from where the face had burrowed into the pillow as Max went
- Aaahhh!- The teens watched with bulging eyes and hands tight over gaping jaws. Max's huge cock was still protruding from between the globes. The muscles of the body under Max stood out like a Greek marble statue. Only the head had gone in as most of his cock was visibly still outside. Max raised his hand again and this time backhanded the other buttock even harder than before as he rammed in deep. This time the face rose from the pillow coinciding with the headlights of a car coming from the opposite direction. There was no doubt about the identity now. They could see clearly the spiky hair as Michael's eyes shut tight and his teeth bit his lower lip mercilessly. It was all Alex, Kyle and Liz could do not to turn and look at Maria's reaction. They didn't have to. They knew. They were waiting to hear her feet pounding on the ground as she took off in disgust, but she didn't. She just stared back in sick fascination. In spite of the force of the thrust, Michael's strong young muscles had managed to keep an inch or so outside. Max kept still as the boy's face slowly returned to the pillow. Then he started caressing the velvety flesh under his hands, patting it softly and squeezing soothingly the firm roundness that drove Max out of his mind.
- There, there, hurt much, huh? Sorry, relax, relax now for me...-
He moved his hands aside just enough to plant a kiss on each side then let his tongue lick the red flushed area where he had struck him and just kissed him. He felt Michael begin to relax as he started to control the pain. Max's hands returned and his fingers dug into him. In one single movement he spread wide and using all his body weight buried his cock to the hilt. This time he was sure the only thing left outside were his balls which were nestled against his victim's. The teens outside watched Michael's mouth open in a silent scream, eyes shut tight and his hand clutching at the rumpled sheets. His body shuddered with the excruciating pain he was experiencing, his whole back beaded with sweat. Max pulled out slowly and when he felt he was completely out, pushed in immediately listening to Michael's whimpers as he forced himself back in just as slowly, making them both feel every centimetre until they were glued together again.
- Hurts...- Michael moaned shuddering and pushing his hips up as if he wanted even Max's balls inside him.
Max giggled. He knew Michael's masochistic lust was kicking in and he was beginning to enjoy the pain. Max was waiting for his insides to stretch enough not to rip his guts, to start the real action. He could hardly wait. Michael was so tight! Max knew Michael contracted on purpose to keep his muscles squeezing him so hard. Michael said it hurt sooo good to feel Max forcing him open with each penetration. This was great because it made his sadism kick in just in time. Only Michael did this for him. Their tastes were perfect for each other. Max was brought out of his reveries as the door of his room opened completely and Isabel came in. Three hands apart from his own made sure Alex's mouth was shut tight so he wouldn't give them away. They watched Isabel approach Max and in a shaky voice speak to him just loud enough for all to hear.
- Why are you so cruel, Max? Why must you torture him? -
- I don't hear him protesting, do you? -
- It's because you're turning him into a masochist. -
- Don't you remember, Izzy, "someone" at his trailer park beat me to it years ago, as soon as he moved in there. The better for me. Anyway, who began the sex games here, by the way? -
- We were only 13! And anyway he needed it so you could play doctor with him. -
- But we didn't know that at first, right? -
- But it was obviously the reason it happened! -
- From what I remember if I hadn't lent you my fingers you would have fist fucked his guts out! Penis envy, perhaps? -
- You are disgusting! -
- Oh! I get it! PMS or are you having your monthly visitor already? That always gets you squeamish…-
- The second choice, I can't help it. -
- Then you're welcome to watch as long as you're quiet, if you can't take it, then go away, or if you manage to control yourself, you can ease his pain by using any part of your anatomy that can come handy. -
Isabel pushed her hand under Michael's stomach and reached for his erection. She thought he was the perfect size. Max's was gross, she couldn't believe any woman would be comfortable with that club digging inside them! Michael was really tough to cope with the pain of having that bludgeon up his sweet ass...the second she touched him, her hand jerked away, feeling as if it had been dipped in boiling water! She heard him take a deep breath. No way! It wasn't happening tonight. No matter how sorry she felt for Michael. She couldn't believe it had repelled her to touch him! She loved his gorgeous chunky strong body.
- I'm sorry, Michael. I know how much you're hurting, but I can't ease your pain tonight. Please forgive me! - She placed her hand on his cheek and he turned his face and kissed it. His hand closed over hers and held on.
- It's alright, I love you Iz...-
His breath hissed through his teeth as Max started moving from side to side and then up and down. Every time Max went up and down he pushed against that spot towards his front that had him gasping and ready to come. Max knew it and didn't overdo it to make him last as much as he wanted. Michael's hand squeezed Isabel's with each thrust. His pleasure running up her arm straight to her brain. She yanked her hand away.
- I can't, Michael, I can't!...- She wailed.
- I can! - The two male voices speaking at the same time surprised everyone, even themselves. Liz and Maria stared at Alex and Kyle in horror! How could they give them away! How could they offer to participate in this orgy! Max's giggle broke the silence, and turned slowly in the direction or the voices, giving Maria and Liz enough time to duck out of sight before they entered his range of vision.
- Well, well, well...look what the cat dragged in! The jock and the geek! -
- Look whose talking! - Defensiveness brought Alex out of his shock.
- Oh well, the other geek...I thought you guys drooled after my sister, but Michael's ass can bring anyone out of the closet as we can see...- He giggled again.
- Well come in, he's strong enough for a gang bang, aren't you, love? -
Michael chuckled and snuggled in anticipation.
Alex and Kyle looked at each other and looked away embarrassed. They couldn't meet Isabel's eyes, so she left the room. They heard her footsteps moving away, only Max knew she was tiptoeing back to the sliver of door away from their sight but with a decent enough view. She couldn't fool him. She would give anything for a cock at the sight of Michael's ass but unfortunately no alien power could do that for her and her frustration was overwhelming. She had had dreams in which her alien part could grow one and she would dream walk Michael who just as he was about to block her out as he usually did, sensed what she had for him and allowed her to fuck the daylights out of him. But once she woke up, her human body was her Waterloo. When Max didn't believe her, she brought him into her dream but only allowed him to watch motionless, gloating in his helplessness for a change so he never laughed at her again, and kept begging her for a bonus. No luck so far and after tonight, no hopes for it either. What the hell, he had the real thing! Alex and Kyle's weird looks brought him back to the real world.
- Alright, give me your hands, here and here. - One on a buttock and one on a rounded well muscled smooth thigh as the two guests spread Michael for him and for their voyeuristic pleasures.
- Now watch the master and learn for your exam when I'm over. Clear? -
- Crystal! - Together.
Max scoffed. What were they? Synchronized? Humans! He spanked Michael a couple of stinging ones and asked:
- Ready to suffer? -
- Please, I need you, it burns like hell! -
- How do you want it? -
- Make it hurt! Make me bleed! -
- Hang on! -
Michael braced himself and pushed up, when he felt twenty human fingers dig painfully into him thinking he was trying to get away. Max pulled out and went back in slowly a few times enjoying the way the two guys holding down his punk, were drooling at the sight of his huge organ scratching Michael's itch just a little beyond satisfaction so that it became worse, and made him buck up to meet him each time he entered his tight rosebud. Max could feel both girls drooling just like the boys in their false safety. They were completely sure only Alex and Kyle knew they were out there. Max pushed his body forwards under Michael guiding his cock in a backwards direction burying deep in the other boy's gut making him grunt with the depth of the penetration. Michael pushed back as if it wasn't enough. Though it was impossible, they both wished Max could also stick his balls into him. Then Max moved back up inserting it in a forwards direction which, though it limited the entry, pushed against Michael's prostrate making him purr like a cat and grind his hips against him. Max kept his up-down motions one right after the other until Michael started squeezing Max, as he was about to come. Max moved harder into him and jabbed short and quick several times against his sweet spot and as Michael started coming, changed into deep long thrusts almost out and back in again. No sooner had Michael got his rocks off, Max started working on his own release. In spite of the sheer pain he was causing him now that the pleasure had gone and couldn't come to his rescue, Max changed directions and buried deep backwards into his gut. Now he was scratching his own itch relishing in the way Michael's suffering held his cock in a vice, now contracting against the pain instead of welcoming it. Max held back as long as he could not caring about Michael's predicament until he couldn't take it any longer and started stabbing shortly, buried as deep as he could go and shot his burning hot load making Michael start bucking with the coming feeling again, that Max's unending injection brought back to him. Once over, Max squatted back on his heels, pushing his hips forwards, keeping himself deeply buried for as long as possible. Michael was clamping hard on him, making sure he wouldn't pull out until his erection died down completely. Max felt two pairs of eyes drilling holes into his head. He turned to meet the two human guys.
- Well, how long are you planning to stay in there? - Kyle asked.
- We are ready to take our test, you know? - Alex told Max.
- Alright then. - He spanked Michael smartly. - Sorry, kid. -
He yanked it out fast before the impaled boy could react.
- Oowww! Shit Max, that hurts! -
- You'll be full in a second, don't complain. - He turned to the two eager humans. - Who will go first? -
The connection held as the scene faded, and they were very aware of each other.
“Liz did you really think I was a bitch for the way I treated Michael?” Maria whispered, sounding guilty.
“Yes Maria, I did. I always thought his attitude was defensive, and I told you so more than once, when he started coming to school, we were just kids, and you teased me saying I was way too analytical, you laughed at me and didn’t believe me.You said I was just making excuses for Michael cause I had the hots for him, as if you didn’t...- Liz paused.
“Well you did!” Maria assured her as she heard her best friend take a deep breath before she continued.
“Maria, Michael has always been in love with you, I always noticed the way he looked at you. Anyway, I confirmed I was right about his behaviour when I want to the trailer park to warn him about Topolsky and saw where he lived and met his foster father. I thought it was so unfair that he had to live in that awful place with that jerk while Max and Isabel had a nice house and great parents. Of course I didn’t know about the abuse and what Hank was doing to him. I hated to make him so uncomfortable and all he was worried about was if Hank had been rude to me!”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Maria exclaimed.
“Because you would have used it against it in the next argument you had with him, and it wasn’t right, it would hurt him too much and he just didn’t need any more pain than he already had in his life. Maria, Michael needed your understanding, your trust and your love, to feel accepted and open up to you. Not your constant criticism for not being what you wanted him to be. Still he trusted you enough to go to you that night after he defended Isabel from Hank and exposed himself. Then he finally opened up to you that night when he thought they were leaving and he would never see you again. And he stayed for you...you can’t imagine how much I envied you, and yet you envied me...” Liz scoffed. “Until Tess arrived and everything changed. You can’t imagine how I felt when I saw Max kissing Tess, I’m glad Michael didn’t see you kissing Billy, cause one thing is finding out and another is watching it.” Liz immediately changed the subject because the last time the Tess issues had been brought up, she had promised Max it would be the last time, but it had been necessary to make her point, so she went on. “Michael was always there for you, for us, in his own way, when things got hard, like when we lost Alex, when we went to Las Cruces, he saved our lives. I’ve always known he has a noble soul, and you’ve changed so much, you’ve given him a chance to prove it. I love you for it Maria, for not letting Tess destroy your love for each other because you know we’ll have to deal with that in what I’m about to disclose.” Liz heard Maria gulp, but she thought she was quite ready to face the part they didn’t know about, but that she now did.
She was sure Tess had brought the memory back to her mind during her last goodbye, but had left it in a dormant state to be activated when they were ready for it, and for some obscure reason, the time had come.
“If I’ve been able to come to terms with what Max has with Michael and the fact that he has very often been mean to him, I think I can deal with Tess’ revenge on Michael for not wanting her, cause this is what it’s about, right?” It was Maria’s turn to scoff and frown.
“Shall I continue? I must warn you, Tess will be there and so will Alex. Michael will show some of his true colours, which we already know about, but may still make us a little uncomfortable. It’s up to you...” Liz didn’t have to wait for their reply which came as a collective approving vibe, so she proceeded.
The night was hot and Liz sat up unable to really sleep. Her last catnap had her thinking of Max and she could tell beyond doubt that he was really horny.
“I don't want him to end up jacking himself when he has me!”
She got up, pulled on some clothes to make her decent enough and slid down her balcony stairs to the garage where she got her dad's exercise bike. That would get her there faster before he got started. As she pedalled furiously she had a really weird flash, inside her head, it was as if she was in Max's head. They, Max and her together, opened up his eyes and stared at the ceiling where she had put 5 glowing stars to remind him of his homeland. That's how she knew she was seeing what he was.
Suddenly the window slid open and a figure entered the room. Max's eyes were still not used to the darkness as he had just woken up so he couldn't see who it was. Liz was sure he could identify the intruder because he immediately got up and guided the person to his bed but somehow that information was not available to her. She suspected it was her and she was seeing the immediate future because she had just arrived at his house. She leaned the bike against the hedges silently, and turned the corner towards his window. She was sure surprised that it was already open, so she stayed out of sight and looked in. They were in bed like in her flash, she felt so disappointed! Who was there with Max? It must be that new blonde girl that Isabel had befriended in school and who was all smiley with him! Wait, not Maria! Her best friend? She took her cell phone from her pocket and dialed her number. She was so relieved when she answered sleepily.
-What Liz, it's...almost midnight!-
-Maria, come to Max's window, quick! - she whispered and hung up. She knew Maria would arrive in record time. Liz's eyes were now quite used to the darkness as obviously Max's were too, but somehow the upper part of the person from its shoulders up was in shadows. Max's friend was crawling on the bed on all fours and Max pushed its ass down so it lay on its belly. Liz noticed Max's door open a sliver and to her surprise, Isabel stood there with a frown on her face: so this wasn't the first time! And Isabel knew! Isabel liked her, no wonder she was upset. From where she was standing, she could see them in profile and so could Isabel from the opposite side.
Max waved his hand over the body on his bed and the scant clothes disappeared. Liz had been able to make some snug shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. Some kind of boots too. Could be anyone! Max straddled the figure's butt and started massaging the shoulders in the slowest slow motion possible, going down its back. The soft moans showed how much he was pleasing it. As his hands kept sliding down, his mouth started covering with kisses the area they had just left. As his hands reached the small of its back, his hands moved sideways to the hips as he bent again to kiss the place his hands had just been touching. Then he moved down to straddle the thighs halfway to gain better access further down.
- I'm here chica. - Maria whispered hoping she wouldn't give Liz a heart attack. Liz hadn't even heard the car.
- I've got company. - Liz turned to see Alex and Kyle! Her eyes widened and they felt an explanation was required.
- I called and picked Alex up so I wouldn't be alone. - Maria whispered. - We found Kyle jogging because he couldn't sleep in the heat and he hopped along. What's the matter? -
- See for yourselves! -
- Shit! Who is he with? - The three whispered almost together.
Liz raised her shoulders and spread her arms palms up in complete ignorance.
They watched in shocked silence as Max raised his head and slid his hands on the rounded globes to continue his massage as the person on the bed pushed up against his hands and sighed. Max's hands went to the upper thighs as he kissed the warmed globes making the other one squirm.
- Ticklish, huh? - Maria whispered.
- Shhhh! - All the others together.
Maria nodded apologizing.
Max's hands pushed under the hips and brought them up towards him. Holding them up with one arm, he reached under the bed and brought out a rolled sleeping bag in its case. He placed it under the raised hips and eased them gently over the roll. He lifted one leg and nudged first with one knee and then with both spreading the thighs on the bed wide open. His hand returned to the buttocks pulling them apart and burying his face between them. He got back gasps and writhing which he controlled holding them tight. After about a minute, Max's face came up for air as a whispered - Nooohhh! - left the other's lips. Max chuckled and leaning down, bit hard first one globe and then the other. More gasping and squirming in return.
- Ooohh, ouch! - Maria again. She clamped her hand over her mouth and signalled with her other hand she was sorry.
Max let a glob of spit fall between the spread globes and smiled as his partner writhed when it reached its destiny. Then he put his right index finger in his mouth and brought it out gleaming with saliva. Spreading one handed, he pushed his wet finger in as the body tensed its muscles at the intromission. Max pumped it in and out several times grinning at the groans and the tight flesh under his other hand. He pulled out ignoring the moan of protest and put both his index and middle fingers back in his mouth. He buried them back in, relishing in the clenching muscles and whimpers answering his actions as he twisted them right and left several times, keeping them deep inside. Max pulled out getting his expected gasp and shook his tired hand a couple of times. Then he reached towards the side of the bed and opened the pull up cap of a baby oil bottle. He reached into the fly of his sweats which were tented with his hard on since his finger went in where his cock wanted to be, and pulled it out. This time four hands clamped down to muffle successfully the gasps that escaped the four teens' mouths outside the window. Max tipped the bottle over his massive cock which he held upright pulling it away from his stomach and let the oil slide down covering it in slick lubrication. Then he forced it down and forwards aiming it at his target. He spread with his free hand and put the head against the small opening. The body under him tried to push up but Max held it down whispering his command:
- Wait! Keep still! -
He let go and raised his hand bringing it down and spanking the buttock viciously as he shoved in hard. A muffled grunt came from where the face had burrowed into the pillow as Max went
- Aaahhh!- The teens watched with bulging eyes and hands tight over gaping jaws. Max's huge cock was still protruding from between the globes. The muscles of the body under Max stood out like a Greek marble statue. Only the head had gone in as most of his cock was visibly still outside. Max raised his hand again and this time backhanded the other buttock even harder than before as he rammed in deep. This time the face rose from the pillow coinciding with the headlights of a car coming from the opposite direction. There was no doubt about the identity now. They could see clearly the spiky hair as Michael's eyes shut tight and his teeth bit his lower lip mercilessly. It was all Alex, Kyle and Liz could do not to turn and look at Maria's reaction. They didn't have to. They knew. They were waiting to hear her feet pounding on the ground as she took off in disgust, but she didn't. She just stared back in sick fascination. In spite of the force of the thrust, Michael's strong young muscles had managed to keep an inch or so outside. Max kept still as the boy's face slowly returned to the pillow. Then he started caressing the velvety flesh under his hands, patting it softly and squeezing soothingly the firm roundness that drove Max out of his mind.
- There, there, hurt much, huh? Sorry, relax, relax now for me...-
He moved his hands aside just enough to plant a kiss on each side then let his tongue lick the red flushed area where he had struck him and just kissed him. He felt Michael begin to relax as he started to control the pain. Max's hands returned and his fingers dug into him. In one single movement he spread wide and using all his body weight buried his cock to the hilt. This time he was sure the only thing left outside were his balls which were nestled against his victim's. The teens outside watched Michael's mouth open in a silent scream, eyes shut tight and his hand clutching at the rumpled sheets. His body shuddered with the excruciating pain he was experiencing, his whole back beaded with sweat. Max pulled out slowly and when he felt he was completely out, pushed in immediately listening to Michael's whimpers as he forced himself back in just as slowly, making them both feel every centimetre until they were glued together again.
- Hurts...- Michael moaned shuddering and pushing his hips up as if he wanted even Max's balls inside him.
Max giggled. He knew Michael's masochistic lust was kicking in and he was beginning to enjoy the pain. Max was waiting for his insides to stretch enough not to rip his guts, to start the real action. He could hardly wait. Michael was so tight! Max knew Michael contracted on purpose to keep his muscles squeezing him so hard. Michael said it hurt sooo good to feel Max forcing him open with each penetration. This was great because it made his sadism kick in just in time. Only Michael did this for him. Their tastes were perfect for each other. Max was brought out of his reveries as the door of his room opened completely and Isabel came in. Three hands apart from his own made sure Alex's mouth was shut tight so he wouldn't give them away. They watched Isabel approach Max and in a shaky voice speak to him just loud enough for all to hear.
- Why are you so cruel, Max? Why must you torture him? -
- I don't hear him protesting, do you? -
- It's because you're turning him into a masochist. -
- Don't you remember, Izzy, "someone" at his trailer park beat me to it years ago, as soon as he moved in there. The better for me. Anyway, who began the sex games here, by the way? -
- We were only 13! And anyway he needed it so you could play doctor with him. -
- But we didn't know that at first, right? -
- But it was obviously the reason it happened! -
- From what I remember if I hadn't lent you my fingers you would have fist fucked his guts out! Penis envy, perhaps? -
- You are disgusting! -
- Oh! I get it! PMS or are you having your monthly visitor already? That always gets you squeamish…-
- The second choice, I can't help it. -
- Then you're welcome to watch as long as you're quiet, if you can't take it, then go away, or if you manage to control yourself, you can ease his pain by using any part of your anatomy that can come handy. -
Isabel pushed her hand under Michael's stomach and reached for his erection. She thought he was the perfect size. Max's was gross, she couldn't believe any woman would be comfortable with that club digging inside them! Michael was really tough to cope with the pain of having that bludgeon up his sweet ass...the second she touched him, her hand jerked away, feeling as if it had been dipped in boiling water! She heard him take a deep breath. No way! It wasn't happening tonight. No matter how sorry she felt for Michael. She couldn't believe it had repelled her to touch him! She loved his gorgeous chunky strong body.
- I'm sorry, Michael. I know how much you're hurting, but I can't ease your pain tonight. Please forgive me! - She placed her hand on his cheek and he turned his face and kissed it. His hand closed over hers and held on.
- It's alright, I love you Iz...-
His breath hissed through his teeth as Max started moving from side to side and then up and down. Every time Max went up and down he pushed against that spot towards his front that had him gasping and ready to come. Max knew it and didn't overdo it to make him last as much as he wanted. Michael's hand squeezed Isabel's with each thrust. His pleasure running up her arm straight to her brain. She yanked her hand away.
- I can't, Michael, I can't!...- She wailed.
- I can! - The two male voices speaking at the same time surprised everyone, even themselves. Liz and Maria stared at Alex and Kyle in horror! How could they give them away! How could they offer to participate in this orgy! Max's giggle broke the silence, and turned slowly in the direction or the voices, giving Maria and Liz enough time to duck out of sight before they entered his range of vision.
- Well, well, well...look what the cat dragged in! The jock and the geek! -
- Look whose talking! - Defensiveness brought Alex out of his shock.
- Oh well, the other geek...I thought you guys drooled after my sister, but Michael's ass can bring anyone out of the closet as we can see...- He giggled again.
- Well come in, he's strong enough for a gang bang, aren't you, love? -
Michael chuckled and snuggled in anticipation.
Alex and Kyle looked at each other and looked away embarrassed. They couldn't meet Isabel's eyes, so she left the room. They heard her footsteps moving away, only Max knew she was tiptoeing back to the sliver of door away from their sight but with a decent enough view. She couldn't fool him. She would give anything for a cock at the sight of Michael's ass but unfortunately no alien power could do that for her and her frustration was overwhelming. She had had dreams in which her alien part could grow one and she would dream walk Michael who just as he was about to block her out as he usually did, sensed what she had for him and allowed her to fuck the daylights out of him. But once she woke up, her human body was her Waterloo. When Max didn't believe her, she brought him into her dream but only allowed him to watch motionless, gloating in his helplessness for a change so he never laughed at her again, and kept begging her for a bonus. No luck so far and after tonight, no hopes for it either. What the hell, he had the real thing! Alex and Kyle's weird looks brought him back to the real world.
- Alright, give me your hands, here and here. - One on a buttock and one on a rounded well muscled smooth thigh as the two guests spread Michael for him and for their voyeuristic pleasures.
- Now watch the master and learn for your exam when I'm over. Clear? -
- Crystal! - Together.
Max scoffed. What were they? Synchronized? Humans! He spanked Michael a couple of stinging ones and asked:
- Ready to suffer? -
- Please, I need you, it burns like hell! -
- How do you want it? -
- Make it hurt! Make me bleed! -
- Hang on! -
Michael braced himself and pushed up, when he felt twenty human fingers dig painfully into him thinking he was trying to get away. Max pulled out and went back in slowly a few times enjoying the way the two guys holding down his punk, were drooling at the sight of his huge organ scratching Michael's itch just a little beyond satisfaction so that it became worse, and made him buck up to meet him each time he entered his tight rosebud. Max could feel both girls drooling just like the boys in their false safety. They were completely sure only Alex and Kyle knew they were out there. Max pushed his body forwards under Michael guiding his cock in a backwards direction burying deep in the other boy's gut making him grunt with the depth of the penetration. Michael pushed back as if it wasn't enough. Though it was impossible, they both wished Max could also stick his balls into him. Then Max moved back up inserting it in a forwards direction which, though it limited the entry, pushed against Michael's prostrate making him purr like a cat and grind his hips against him. Max kept his up-down motions one right after the other until Michael started squeezing Max, as he was about to come. Max moved harder into him and jabbed short and quick several times against his sweet spot and as Michael started coming, changed into deep long thrusts almost out and back in again. No sooner had Michael got his rocks off, Max started working on his own release. In spite of the sheer pain he was causing him now that the pleasure had gone and couldn't come to his rescue, Max changed directions and buried deep backwards into his gut. Now he was scratching his own itch relishing in the way Michael's suffering held his cock in a vice, now contracting against the pain instead of welcoming it. Max held back as long as he could not caring about Michael's predicament until he couldn't take it any longer and started stabbing shortly, buried as deep as he could go and shot his burning hot load making Michael start bucking with the coming feeling again, that Max's unending injection brought back to him. Once over, Max squatted back on his heels, pushing his hips forwards, keeping himself deeply buried for as long as possible. Michael was clamping hard on him, making sure he wouldn't pull out until his erection died down completely. Max felt two pairs of eyes drilling holes into his head. He turned to meet the two human guys.
- Well, how long are you planning to stay in there? - Kyle asked.
- We are ready to take our test, you know? - Alex told Max.
- Alright then. - He spanked Michael smartly. - Sorry, kid. -
He yanked it out fast before the impaled boy could react.
- Oowww! Shit Max, that hurts! -
- You'll be full in a second, don't complain. - He turned to the two eager humans. - Who will go first? -
ALIENS FULL TILT!