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Author: DMartinez
Email: shockerdm@icqmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Metz, Katims and UPN. No infringement intended.
Rating: ADULT
Category: U.C. Michael POV, Michael/Max/Liz
Summary: sorry you'll have to read it.
Notes: I just had to get this out of my system. I was watching some American Psycho but don't worry it won't get like that...
New Note: I'm reposting this because after two years I think I've finally got the new set done. I always post this story in sets of three. The first set is actually the end of the story. Succeeding parts start from the beginning. Enjoy.

Rain

Liz answers the door just as I suspect she will, although I know she's supposed to be at work but isn't. She's wearing a robe, something I do not expect. She's wet and the silk clings to her curves. Her nipples stand out, straining against the fabric, calling to me. I feel my cock harden at the sight of her steamed skin. I can smell the 'rain' from her bath. Her hair is piled on top of her head, the ends wet from where they had no doubt dipped into the water. Her chocolate eyes rake over my body.

She steps aside to let me in. I'm dripping wet from the rain and she still lets me in without a word.

"Thanks." I mumble. She is just so beautiful that it's hard to form words.

"What brings you by? I really didn't think..."

That one question and I break down. "I couldn't stay away. I know I shouldn't be here but I can't not be here."

She nods and takes my hand, drawing me further into the apartment. Our mouths meet, hungry. It has been so long. Her tongue dances with mine, her arms around my neck, my hands on her waist. Liz pulls away and leads me to the bedroom. I can't take my eyes off her. "Come on."

"Where is he?" I ask the question before I insert the filter between my brain and my mouth. It reminds me that this is wrong. I should not be here. I should be home, in another place, in another city with another woman, my girlfriend. But I'm here with Liz. I ask the question when I already know the answer. He is at work. He's always at work.

"He's working late... least that's what he said." She whispers with that incredible smile on her lips. She drops the robe and slides back, onto the bed. So I undress. I'm careful. I fold every article of wet clothing as I take it off.

So, we're both naked and aching to touch each other. I get hard anticipating the events to come. I crawl up her body on the bed. I lick her navel, rimming her belly button before I move up to her breasts.

Those incredible breasts, much bigger than they were in high school. Maxwell sure knows what to do with his hands. Liz's breasts are a work of art. I should thank him for that one day.

I take a stiff nipple into my mouth, sucking it, pulling at it. She cries out over and over, unintelligible sounds that tell me she loves what I'm doing. We kiss, I thrust my tongue into her mouth the way I know she likes. Her hands run over my chest, flicking my nipples. A hand runs through my hair, I can feel it standing on end.

I break the kiss to press my face between those amazing breasts. She smells like 'rain.' I bought her that scent. I didn't think she still wore it after the way I left.

I run my hands down her body, that sweet body, between her legs to feel how hot and wet she is for me. A turn of my head and my eyes catch my reflection in a floor to ceiling mirror. Liz catches me looking at it and explains. "He likes to watch what he does."

I have to admit that it turns me on. I slide two fingers into her and rub against her upper wall, finding that spot just a little further up...

"Michael!" she screams. She purrs and arches against my hand. I am so hard that her moans make me ache. I remove my hand and thrust into her hard.

It might sound as if I'm bragging but I always have to stop to let her adjust. I never get tired of how tight she is around me. She grimaces as she always does the first time I push into her tight, tight pussy. I let her get used to me before I move.

I taste her skin as I move in and out of her tight body. It's been so long since I've been with her like this. Soon her body bucks beneath mine. I can do nothing but stare at her as she comes undone, screaming my name.

I locked eyes with my reflection as I come. That mirror allows me to see myself come. Thrusting into her as I spill myself in her. I can see why he likes to see himself come, too.

I force myself not to collapse on top of her. I pull out and roll onto my back beside her. It's still raining outside. I can hear it pelting on the window. I shouldn't be here. I should not have just had sex with her again. I shouldn't be here.

The ozone from outside mingles with her 'rain' scent and the smell of sex. It's heady. It's relaxing. Too relaxing; I shouldn't but I relax all the same.

Liz lays there for a moment. I tilt my head back and I see the top of her head in the reflection. God, there are three mirrors in the room. Her chest is still heaving, trying to catch her breath. "I've missed you Michael."

I barely turn my head and I see her rubbing her inner thighs. Her legs are still spread wide and in the reflection I can see her slit dripping with her cum as well as mine. Every mirror I see shows me something that I want. Something that I want and know that I shouldn't have.

She rolls to face me. "You get used to the mirrors after a while."

"I didn't realize I'd been gone long enough for him to redecorate."

"It's been a long time. Too long." Liz's breasts are brushing against my bicep with every breath she takes. Our bodies are drying but the smell of sex still hangs heavy in the air. I feel my cock stirring again. She knows what I want. Liz's mouth touches my neck, licking me. Then she slides down my chest. My cock hardens against her stomach. Her mouth burns me.

I see her ass in the reflections. She's kneeling over me so I can see her puckered opening just above her pussy. I harden painfully. Then her mouth closes over my cock. Her tongue swirls around me. I buck up into her mouth. Then she's gone.

Cold shocks my aching cock. I turn to find she's on all fours beside me. Yes, that's what I want. I kneel behind her, my legs between hers, guiding them to spread wider. I slam into her dripping pussy from behind. She leans forward to rest her head on her crossed arms, giving herself the leverage she needs to match my thrusts in both speed and force.

I grip her hips and watch my reflection fuck her. Her cries are muffled but they urge me on. I know I should check whatever it is that moved out of the corner of my eyes but I'm so entranced by my reflection and Liz's keening and the sound of our sweaty bodies slamming together that I ignore it.

I feel her thighs trying to close but my thighs keep them far apart. I keep thrusting into her tight, tight pussy. Finally I come, frantically pounding away until I'm spent crying her name. "Liz!"

That's when my eyes slide away from my gratified reflection to his reflection. Back to Liz's reflection, our eyes meet and return to his reflection. He's standing in the doorway behind me, just staring at us.

Max has a bottle of champagne in one hand and a bouquet of white roses in the other. I don't know how I could have forgotten their anniversary. Now I feel like a complete ass.

TBC

White Roses

Max just stands there. For a minute I think he's angry that I have just ruined his day but then I see the bulge in his pants. I shouldn't be here but now I know I will stay a while longer than I had planned.

I pull out of Liz and lie back on the bed. She rolls into my arms to see him like I do. Max repeats the process that I did upon entering the room. He undresses and folds his clothes, much neater and drier than mine.

"I thought you said you were going to be working." Liz accuses him, resting her head on my chest.

"Like I was going to get any work done today. I passed on Liv Tyler's ass to be here." He smiles as he climbs onto the bed, handing Liz the roses. They kiss. "Happy 10th."

"Happy 10th." She whispers back, sniffing the roses before tossing them off the bed.

"Happy anniversary guys." I mutter.

"Been a long time, Michael." He tells me.

"I know." I sigh. I really shouldn't be here. I shouldn't have come in the first place. I've ruined any plans they had. I'm forever screwing things up and they act like that's what they had planned all along.

"Now, have you completely worn out my wife?" He asks me, even as they kiss again.

"I just need a while to recharge for round three." She tells him.

"Round three? My, my, have we been a busy boy, Michael?" He's got that twinkle in his eye, completely amused. Then he lies back. Liz kisses him and I watch as her tongue thrusts into his mouth the way he likes. I can't stop myself. I slide off the bed.

Then I crawl back on between his legs. I'm not gay. I can't be gay because this is the only cock that I ever even want. His soldier stands straight up before me. I remember how he tastes, how he feels in my mouth. Like he knows what I'm thinking, his cock twitches and reaches for me. I can't hold back any longer.

I take him in my hands, stroking his long, thick cock. I cup his sacs and just fondle him for the moment. I wonder how Liz can still be so tight when she has this every night. I may be impressive but Max is just... huge doesn't cover it but it will have to do.

I take him in my mouth, just running my tongue around him. That vein along the bottom throbs against my tongue. I suck him lightly. My hands rubbing those muscular thighs that clench while I suck him.

My mouth runs up and down his cock, I suck harder. In the back of my mind I hear his moans through his kisses from Liz. I glance up and I see them tasting each other's mouths, fondling each other's chests. They are so beautiful together. I have no clue why they allow me to be a part of this.

I return my attention to the prize in my mouth. I drag my mouth from the base of his cock to the tip, lapping up the droplets of pre-cum that leak out. He tastes salty, addictive.

I stop. Max's whimper pleases me. He likes what I have been doing. I hold my hand out and a rose flies into it. I pull off the petals and let them fall over his aching cock. Tossing the stem onto the floor, I use the petals to aid me while I stroke him hard. The bruised petals release their fragrance into the air, mixing with the ozone, 'rain,' and sex.

Max's hip buck upward. He's attacking Liz's mouth now. He's almost ready. Quickly I peel the flowers from his cock before taking him back inside my mouth. The sweet taste of the rose and the spicy taste of him... makes me drool. Adjusting my neck, I take him far into my mouth. My head bobs up and down as he slips in and out of my mouth. Fast is the pace as I suck him with vacuum force. I need to taste him.

It's time, relaxing, I stop moving but he keeps thrusting up into my mouth. Their hands tangle in my hair. I close my eyes and wait while his thrusts become more frantic. Max is on the edge. The very best place for Max to be is on the edge.

There he goes, all the way into my mouth and into my throat, jizzing down my throat. It's hot and salty, the very best of Max. I swallow everything he gives me. His hips still and his cock goes limp in my mouth. I lick him clean and then look up.

The expression on his face is priceless. He's relaxed and sated for the moment. His eyes are closed and his mouth is open, his chest is heaving, his body limp.

Liz is kissing on his chest and lying on his right so I slide up and lie on his other side. Her lips meet mine over him. The both of us are so tired and we know it will be a while until Max will be mobile again.

Max pulls on me until our mouths meet. His kiss is gentle and transmits how much he's missed me. Now I know that I shouldn't be here. I should probably go now. If I don't leave now in this moment... I will never leave again.

I get up and I hear him sob. Liz is holding him but it's not a great comfort. They have never asked me to stay and maybe that's why I didn't that last time.

I just don't know if I can stay. I know that I shouldn't be here. Maria is two towns over upset because I left. She doesn't know where I am or that I have been here before. She and I are like oil and water. We don't mix and it's futile to even try. She wants what Max and Liz have but she doesn't understand.

It's never been just Max and Liz. It's always been Max, Liz and me. The three of us. She wants what they have. 10 years of marriage following nearly 6 years of dating. She wouldn't understand if we told her where I fit into the equation.

It's been two years since I was last in their presence and I'm on the brink of leaving again. I hurt them last time I left. I said things that hurt us all.

"Michael... I love you. Don't go. Please?" Max whispers. My back is to him but I see his reflection and they can't see mine. I stand here in front of my stack of wet clothes, debating if I can go back to Maria. Liz pleads. "Please Michael. We love you. Stay?"

"I can't do it." I whisper, again forgetting to make sure the filter between my brain and my mouth is in place. I bent over to pick it up and I hear the sobs. They misunderstood.

I pick up the champagne and I return to them. I surprise them both. "I can't do it. I can't leave."

Their arms come around me. I share kisses with them both. I know what kept me from picking up my clothes and leaving. They asked me.

TBC

Truth

I didn't even feel Liz get up. I woke up because the empty champagne bottle was digging into my back. Max is lying next to me, snoring. I have to shower and think, so I leave him alone.

As the water beats down on me, I let my mind wander. I stayed last night. It means that I am ready to commit. Damn, how strange is it that I can't give Maria what she wants no matter how much I try but the two of them, Max and Liz, ask nothing more than to stay? Am I being a coward? Am I taking the easy way out?

That can't be right because being with Max and Liz is much more complicated than trying to keep Maria happy. This threesome is not just about sex, there are emotional ties that I will never understand. I can remember when it started.

We were staking out a potential threat and it was just the three of us in a hotel room senior year. Max and I had been trying to deal with the way we were drawn to each other. While Liz was taking her turn in the shower, I kissed him and he kissed me back.

Later it was my turn and then Max's, leaving Liz and I alone. They must have talked while I was in the shower because she kissed me. It was then I realized the pull wasn't just to Max. They are one complete soul. I can't have Max if I don't have Liz and vice versa. That night in the hotel was one of talking and kissing, barely anything more.

It was strange. After a weekend of being close to them, going to school and pretending nothing happened was torture. It was unspoken but we were going to make it work. Liz had to trust me, so we spent a lot of time together. We became like the 3 Musketeers. No one really questioned it. After Max and Liz became physical, it was extended to me.

I kept up with Maria because... I didn't know what else to do. I still don't. When they got married, I moved in with Maria. She became my security blanket. When things got too intense with Max and Liz... I ran to her.

When I get out of the shower, Max is gone. I find him in the kitchen. "Morning."

"Morning." I say and without thinking or even taking a good look at the table, I go to him and claim my morning kiss. If I had looked at the table, I would have seen her purse.

"Max... What the hell?" Maria's voice breaks us apart. "Michael? Where are your clothes?"

"Maria--" I just don't know what to say.

"Michael? You didn't tell her?" Max turns to me, a hurt look in his eyes.

"No... You two are not together. Max. What about Liz?" Maria shouts.

"She knows." Max answers, he stays by my side.

"Let me get this straight. I came all the way over here to ask you where my boyfriend was and he was here the entire time? He was with you and Liz knew?"

"Yeah." I answer her.

"How long has this been going on?" She asks. She doesn't even have tears in her eyes. I never have a clue what's going on with her.

"You don't want the answer to that." Max jumps in. "I thought you knew. I really did."

"Liz is just okay with this? She just lets her husband and his best friend... whatever?" She's mad, angry, upset... but not sad.

"Let us? She joins us." Where the hell is that filter?

"No." Her green eyes close. "Liz would tell me, she wouldn't do that to me."

"I knew you wouldn't understand." I say and go to get dressed. She follows me, so I keep talking. "This isn't just sex. It's about love and respect."

"How can you love both of them but you can't love me? Huh?"

I yank on my clothes. "I don't know. I just do. They have something that can't be replicated. Some of that just happens to spill over to me. I give them what I can and they accept it, me for who I am. When have you ever done that?"

"All the time."

"No you don't. You have only succeeded in making me feel inadequate and alien. They... make me wonder why they find me worthy." I say. It's the most that I've said to her in weeks. "You're always trying to change me into something that I'm not. I can't give you 6 nearly perfect years of dating followed by 10 perfect years of marriage."

"Why not!"

"That's not what I want. Excepting the past two years, when I haven't been with you. I've been with them."

She spun on her heel and walked out to Max. I stood there and listened to their conversation.

"I need him, Maria. The last two years without him have been hell. Liz hasn't been the same either. I really thought you knew... that one of them had told you."

"I can't believe this. How long, Max?"

"Since high school."

"No."

"Stakeout in Phoenix."

"No."

"Yes."

"No. When he came back, we... talked and months after we... made love for the first time."

"So did we."

I had to step in. "Maria."

"What?" She didn't look at me.

"Remember the rave sophomore year?"

"Of course I do, you ass."

"What did you tell me?" I know what she said. I knew I was going to hurt her that night but the lack of faith in that conversation made a lasting impression.

"'What we have is not true love...' Fine." Maria nods to me. "Fine."

--

I guess I just want to put that past me. I admitted to myself that I wanted to stay. I admitted to Maria what was going on. I guess that moment of truth stuff is real.

"I'll find a job here. Won't be too hard." I tell Max.

"Max, he'll be fine. Not everyone wants to work on old actress asses like you." Liz laughs, hugging me.

"Hey, I gave you those. I can take them away." Max threatens her. I turn slightly to give her breasts a squeeze, reminding Max what fun they are.

"But it'd look suspicious if I showed up at the lab, flat-chest-ed and didn't ask for a day to recover." Liz teases. We've already settled into a routine.

"Fine, keep them. Not like I had to perform surgery to get them anyway." Max sighs. It's just the three of us in the living room, eating popcorn and ignoring the nightly news. He clears his throat. "Maria called me. She's mailing you your stuff. We can throw it in the extra room."

That's the last we talk about her. We're happy. For me that's a real first. Knowing just how this situation works... it's delicate and difficult but feeling this complete doesn't come another way.

THE END

Author: DMartinez
Email: shockerdm@icqmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Metz, Katims and UPN. No infringement intended.
Rating: MATURE
Category: M/Mi/L
Summary: Prequel to the Rain/White Roses/Truth series. Michael had an impulse.
AN: No, I'm not posting out of order. This was the original posting order. '-) This is how it began guys.

Just a Kiss

We're supposed to be watching for a nest of Skins at the warehouse across the street but I can't keep my mind on the game. Max's smell is driving me crazy. The way he moves is... it makes me hungry. Every time our eyes meet, we look away just as quickly. I wonder if Liz has noticed.

She has to have. The tension in the air is so thick, sometimes I think I'm going to choke. I barely hear her say she's going to take her turn in the shower. I don't even glance at her because all I can see is Max's reflection in the window as he's laying on the bed behind me.

Is it wrong to want your best friend like this? Max and I have barely been friends lately. Whenever we need him to do something, he asks Liz first and then plans out everything very carefully. I can't wait that long. I need to do something, which is why this damn stakeout pisses me off.

I suppose it's better than doing that senior crap Maria had planned for this weekend but still. We should be doing more than watching and waiting. "Fuck."

"Michael, calm down. They're there. We just have to wait them out." He tells me. Doesn't even look in my direction when he talks to me. Does he feel it too? I can't let myself entertain the idea for too long. It doesn't matter. Max loves Liz. Liz loves Max. Maria loves me but... I love Max. I don't even know when this started. I've even resorted to being patient just to keep him in my presence a little longer than before.

"Michael?" See, I didn't even notice him sit up and tap my shoulder until he said my name. I turn and his face is really close to mine. "Are you okay? Is something going on with Maria? Liz told me that you were too happy to break your date with her this weekend."

"It wasn't a date." I shrug. It's true. It wasn't a date. "She wanted me to sign up for some stupid community service to get senior credit or some shit for some stupid senior activity that has something to do with a letter jacket."

I want to wipe that damn smirk off Max's face. I wonder if he can see through it. That I really blew off Maria so I could spend more time with Max... in a cramped room with him and Liz.

"Why do you think Liz and I volunteered for this little excursion?" Max laughs and gives me that half-smile of his that could light up a Christmas tree. I can't help myself.

I place my hand on his neck and I press my lips to his. I find myself deepening the kiss. I lick at his lips and he opens up for me. I hesitate to put my tongue in his mouth but this could be my one chance. My only chance to taste Max and have our tongues caressing each other, to have our bodies so close, occasionally touching.

When the water shuts off, I snap out of it. I get up off the bed and stare out the window. Max doesn't say anything but I can feel his eyes boring holes in my head. And of course, Mr. Sensitive wants to talk about it. "Michael?"

"What?" Should I act like it never happened? Should I talk about how I'm probably becoming gay? How I'm in love with my best friend?

"Why?" He asks me and I shrug. I'm grateful that Liz chooses that moment to come out of the shower. I grab my bag and I'm inside before she's even out of the small bathroom closet.

She gives me an odd look and keeps going. That pause allows me to notice how sheer her night shirt is. The girl doesn't wear a bra to bed. Least I know I'm not gay or else that would not have given me a hard on.

I flip on the water and don't care that it's cold. For once I'm grateful girls take such long showers. I need to cool off. My attraction to Max on top of the sight of nipples has me craving a cold shower anyway.

I take my time washing up and for once take note of myself. I wish I had a body like Max. He's... cut and I've got a tendency to be flabby... but then I don't have all that sexual frustration built up inside of me like he does. I've been over when he gets off the phone with Liz at night and he goes into muscle-man mode to work off how she puts him off. I could care less if Maria and I ever get there. Duh, I'd love it but I could care less if it happens.

When I get out of the shower, I see them kissing and I want that. I feel like a prick for standing there and watching them play tonsil hockey but I do it anyway. It's not as bad as I tend to describe it. They have this thing where everything they do is so much more... romantic than if someone else were to do the exact same thing.

Finally, I cough and they split up. Max grabs his bag and brushes past me. I refuse to look him in the eye. Why in the hell did I kiss him? In the back of my mind I know he kissed me back but... I started it.

"We, uh... we ordered a couple of pizzas." Liz tells me while she stares out the window. I just shrug and sit on the bed next to her to stare at the warehouse. I go into this trance-like state where I see the warehouse but I don't. I hear Liz's uneven breathing and her fiddling with the hem of her nightshirt. In my peripheral I see her biting her lip and those should have been signs. I know she's nervous but about what?

I barely feel the bed shift under her weight or notice that the dip is coming closer to me. If I was paying attention then maybe I would have ran away. I feel her hand on my shoulder. She kneads my shoulder and it feels so good that I close my eyes and drop my head onto my chest. Why am I letting her touch me? I just tried to steal her boyfriend while she was in the shower. She doesn't stop. She works both sides, I never knew when she moved behind me.

Liz's hands move down my back and my head rolls backward. It just feels so good. There it is. Her breath on my cheek, her hair touching mine. I should have taken note. She lifts one hand to my cheek, turning my face slightly and she kisses me.

I'm in too much shock to do anything but kiss her back. Once my brain unfreezes, I realize that Max must have told her that I kissed him. I pull away and immediately want back for more. She keeps her eyes closed and I realize, not for the first time, how beautiful she is. How perfect she is for Max, how perfect she is in and of herself. Liz and I don't have a good relationship as friends and here she is kissing me because Max told her to, I'm sure.

My fingers touch her face and she leans into my hand. I have to swallow the lump in my throat before I can lean back in and kiss her again. This time I let the kiss go just as deep as the kiss I gave to Max. It's odd. I have never thought of kissing Liz before and here I am realizing that if I want Max, I have to go through Liz. No, I have to want Liz too. The way she kisses me complements the way Max kissed me back.

When we pull back, I realize a couple of things. When Liz kisses Max, it's a full body movement. When I kissed Max, I brought him close; our chests touched. When Liz and I kissed just now... She touched my face and leaned in, I touched her face and leaned in. This is awkward for us.

"Why did you kiss him?" She asks me. Of course she does, Max is hers, not mine, hers.

"I had to." And I can't even look her in the eye when I say it.

"We can... he wants..." She's fumbling over her words and I can tell she has no clue what to do with this situation. It's not all neat and tidy. There are three people involved here and if it doesn't work, somebody's going to get hurt.

"I don't want to lose anyone." Max speaks up from the bathroom doorway. I start to protest and he waves his hand for me to shut up and I actually do for once. "Before anyone says anything. I kissed Michael back because I wanted to. I asked Liz to do this for me so that I don't have to lose either one of you. I love you both and I'm going to make this work... but only if you guys want it, too."

"What is this?" I ask.

"I'm just voicing what's been going on. Liz and I love each other. I've been feeling attracted to you and now I know you feel the same way... right?" He looks at me and I nod slowly. "So... I've been thinking about this. I can't just go back and forth between the two of you. That's not right."

I don't know what he's talking about and Liz sees this. She touches my hand. "What he means is that... It can't be you and me sharing him. It has to be all of us... together... a threesome, I guess."

"So... Liz and I have to... be together if you and I are together." I say slowly. I keep talking. I think it's the most I've said in weeks to anyone. "So... I don't get jealous of her or her of me and... so no one resents anyone. Do I got it?"

"Essentially." Max nods. He's obviously been thinking an awful lot about this. "I don't know how this works but I do know I'm willing to try... if you guys are."

The phone rings and Max goes down to the front desk to get the pizzas. Liz and I talk a bit. We're going to do this... for Max.

"Michael, it's not that I'm not thrilled to be touched by anyone but Max but... it's going to take me some time to get used to you. I think we need to spend some time together later and work out the kinks with you and me." She's so brave and so beautiful, it's easy to see why Max loves her. I suddenly feel self-conscious. We're asking Liz to take a step down from what she's used to. Max is perfect and I'm not. I think my face must have said it all because she gives me a smile and touches my neck lightly. "It's not that I'm not attracted to you. You're... you're good, Michael."
We laugh a little and she looks me in the eye. "I'm not just saying that. You've got a lot going for you and I can see why Maria drooled over you for so long before..."

As she trails off we both think of Maria. Now that my ego has a little boost and we're on the subject I speak first. "Don't tell her about any of this. She won't understand unless she sees it coming."

Liz blinks at me. "How did you know that?"

"I'm with the girl 15 hours a day or more." I shrug. Maria isn't really all that complicated as an understanding but keeping her happy is another matter. "I don't want to hurt her too much and if she sees this happening, it's better than if we just tell her."

"Okay. I agree. You and I will spend more and more time together, getting used to being together away from Max." She nods and she crosses her arms, taking her hand away from me. When I notice how stiffly she holds herself, I realize something. Liz has always compared herself physically to Maria.

"You're beautiful." I tell her. That's not what I mean to say. I mean to say she's beautiful, more beautiful than Isabel, that beautiful doesn't cover it because it doesn't. That she's a beautiful person and a beautiful woman. "You're beautiful."

"I'm not. I'm short and flatchested and I don't know what Max sees in me." She whispers and I put an arm around her.

"He loves you and you know he would still love you if you were the hunchback of Notre Dame." I tell her. It's not poetry but she gets the point and relaxes.

When Max gets back we eat and chat, small talk, eye the warehouse and get ready for bed. I brush my teeth and sit on the edge of the bed to take my watch of the warehouse. That doesn't last long because then Max is kissing me, then he's kissing Liz and then she's kissing me.

Just kissing and I never knew that just kissing could feel so good. I take my time to savor Max's mouth. Liz and I explore each other's mouth a little each time, just getting used to the feel of it. I could actually watch them kiss forever.

We fall asleep. Liz is between us, her face presses into Max's chest. He strokes her back with one hand and the other plays with my hand until I take it and roll closer to Liz's body.

It's strange. It's damn strange but we're just learning. I'm beginning to see why Max is insisting on this. They are soulmates and I can't just have one. I have to have both or I kill one of them... or just myself. Who knew just a kiss could do so much damage or create such perfection.

THE END

I'm Getting Used to You

It's amazing how people just get used to certain things. After we got back from Arizona, no one questioned why the three of us just suddenly started hanging out all the time. Maria says that it's great that we're getting along now. She said she noticed the friction between me and Liz and how Max and I weren't exactly getting along either. She said it shows I'm growing as a person. A lot she knows.

In the last couple of months, no one has said a word when I pick up Liz and take off with her. No one really said anything when they popped over and Liz was there without Max. It's glaringly obvious to me what's going on but no one says a word. Suddenly Liz and I get along and it's just because we're maturing and learning to get along like adults. Bullshit.

Things are still awkward between us because she's lying beside me and we haven't so much as spoken because of the odd way we felt last time. I shouldn't have said it but I did and it made her feel bad. I've heard Mrs. Parker tell Mr. Parker that sometimes I forget to insert the filter between my brain and my mouth... and maybe I do. I told Liz that kissing her was like kissing my sister.

Harsh, I know but I didn't know how else to describe it. Granted, looking at Liz is a turn on but... it's just not there yet. We need Max for the fire to turn on. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean it."

"This is just taking some getting used to." She says staring at her hands. "What do you do with Max that's different?"

"With Max it's intense." I say and roll on my side to look at her. "We just feel and when we want to... kiss and stuff, we do."

"It's the same way with us." She nods. It's so hard to read her sometimes. "We just need to find a way to be together."

I stare at Liz for a while and get up. I got her a present. Max told me when her birthday was and it's not until tomorrow but now's as good a time as any. I pull the little newspaper wrapped package out of my desk and hand it to her. "Happy birthday."

"What?" Liz blinks at me and takes it. She unwraps it carefully as if it's wrapped in silk instead of last week's paper. Then she sits there holding the box.

"I know it's not until tomorrow but I thought you might want it now... Um... If you don't like it, I could take it back." I tell her quickly when she doesn't say anything. "I could just give you the receipt and you could get something you like..."

"I like it." She smiles at me, the first real smile in a while. It's the smile that I've always thought was reserved for Max. I let out a deep breath and can't keep a smile off my face. I've done good.

It took me hours in that damn Bath & Body Works store to get her something nice. I didn't get her shampoo because I like what she already uses. Same thing with lotion. I didn't get her soap because that's just stupid. So perfume it was. Flowers give me a headache and the fancy stuff smells like rotting eggs.

"How did you know I liked Calming Waters?" She asks me.

"I didn't. I didn't even look at the label. It was the only perfume in the store that didn't completely reek... I thought it smelled like rain." She looks at me with a little confused expression. "I mean... not like storms but like... when it rains and you just like... want to take a walk in it."

"Thank you, Michael." Liz gives me that smile again and she kneels on the bed to kiss me. The first one is chaste, just lips. Then she sits down to open the box and spray some on. The light scent fills the room and I get a little dizzy.

"No problem." I nod and lay back on the bed. She surprises me by snuggling next to me after setting the bottle on the nightstand. It takes me a moment to realize how comfortable we've become since that awkward weekend in Arizona.

"I don't mean to pile on the pressure..." She starts to say and lifts her head to look at me. "Max and I are getting to that point... how about you?"

"Don't know." I shrug. "I try not to think about it cause I'm not ready for that." It bothers me a lot more than I like to think. I love Max but... I'm not sure if I can to that to, with or take that from Max just yet. I'd prefer to lose my virginity to a woman, but not just any woman. "When?"

"I turn 18 tomorrow and Max wants to take me out and who knows what else." Liz's smell is getting to me. It's not just the perfume, it's the smell of her and the perfume and her shampoo and her lotion all rolled into one. I like it.

I start to realize why Liz brought up the subject when her mouth brushes against my neck. I've seen how far Max and Liz have gotten. I've seen their beautiful skin touching in the moonlight. I've seen Max... how and where he's touched her. Liz's body is not exactly a mystery to me... I've just never experienced it for myself.

I bend my head and kiss her with extreme caution as I bring my arms around her. I test her and pull her up my body by grabbing her ass. She deepens our kiss and grips my arms with urgency. Our tongues slide in and out of each other's mouths. It's at this moment that I realize I haven't just gotten used to kissing Liz... I enjoy it.

My sudden urgency in kissing her, causes her to gasp. I'm trying not to push her until she lets me know that I'm not. I slide my hand inside her shirt and up her back. Her body presses into mine. We've achieved the full body kiss and never realized it.

After fumbling with the back strap of her bra, I find out the clasp is in the front. She lets me roll us so I'm hovering over her body so I can touch her. Kissing her neck, I unhook the clasp and slip my hand between the satin her warm flesh. She lets out little whimpers and cries as I explore the textured flesh in my hand.

"Michael..." She whispers as I find that stroking her nipple between my fingers, hardens it and makes her back arch. I stop kissing her so I can concentrate on what I'm doing. I suddenly need to see what I'm doing.

Liz whimpers when I pull away but immediately lifts her arms when I tug on her shirt. Together we toss the shirt aside and she lets me slide her bra down her arms, pressing kisses to each other's necks and faces. When I pull back to look at her she stops me. "We have to be fair."

She takes off my shirt and I feel a little self-conscious with her perusal of my body. She tips up my chin and looks me in the eye. "You're gorgeous, Michael. I know I'm just inflating your ego by saying so but it's true."

"I'm not Max."

"No, you're not... and he's not you. You're Michael and he's Max. Apples and oranges and I'm not allergic to either." Liz has this way of just making sense without forgetting there are feelings involved. She lifts my hand to her chest and lays back. I look her in the eyes and I caress her bare breast. I see her eyes darken and know that I did that. Finally, I look down at what I'm doing. Cupping her full breast in my hand then just touching the dark nipple.

Slowly, I lower my head and I kiss her chest. A hand on my chest lets me know this is as far as we're going tonight. It's fine, we're finally making progress with our practice sessions. It's my turn.

I lay back and Liz takes her turn to explore me. Her tiny hands run over my chest and she flicks my nipples. I didn't think that would feel good but... mmm... And then she started kissing on my neck again.

When our mouths return to each other again, I roll her beneath me. This is finally natural and all that. We're so caught up in exploring this territory we've charted today that the door opening doesn't register.

I feel his heat first. Max is here and he's already taken off his shirt to join us. Then I feel his bare chest against my back only seconds before his lips touch my shoulder.

"Hey." he whispers into my ear and I see his hand reach out to touch Liz's face. She turns her face into his palm in an expression that I can only describe as coming home.

The three of us kiss. It's something we've practiced. It's difficult to master right away but it's worked. We kiss and then I get off the bed to let Max properly greet Liz.

We're finally up to speed and tomorrow everything's going to change again. They'll have this piece of each other that I won't be a part of and... it's still right because I'm not ready to jump into that... with either of them.

THE END

AN: I think I apologized once already for the use of Selena songs as titles but I'm doing it again. They just seemed to fit. Enjoy this trio until next week.

A Boy Like That

I sit and listen to Liz getting yelled at by her parents. I want to go help her but this is about me. I had to kiss her, just had to and her parents saw. My mistake was kissing her in the kitchen of the Crashdown during break.

"A boy like that is nothing but trouble. What would Max say if he knew you were cheating on him?" Ouch. Stings just a little. Been called a lot of things but 'a boy like that' is just the worst for some reason. Maybe because I've just been lumped with every delinquent from shop-lifters to mass murderers.

"Mom! You don't even know what's going on." Liz to the rescue. There was a plan for tonight. Get off work and head back to my place for a little hanging out and making out and if things progressed, then they progressed. That's shot to Hell.

"What is going on?" Mrs. Parker can be such a bitch sometimes. It's none of her business. Liz is 18 and legally an adult. Really, what does she care what Liz does with whom. I thought she hated Max. "You aren't going to answer me?"

"I don't have to." Good girl, Liz.

"I'm going to have to tell Max when he gets back."

I can almost see Liz's face. Total disgust. "You hate Max. You danced a jig when I told you he was going away for Spring Break. You've been after me to break up with him for months."

Whoa. Didn't know that. There's Mrs. Parker again. "I've never said any such thing. Max is a nice young man with a good head on his shoulders. I heard he's going to be a doctor."

"Yeah, from me." I have to take a deep breath to keep from laughing.

"Boys like Michael don't stick around. They're no good." Ouch. Stop. Please. "I don't want you getting hurt over a nobody."

"God Damn It, Mom!" Whoa! Where the hell did that come from? Did Liz just curse at her mom?

"Young lady--"

"No! Michael is not a nobody. He's a very nice young man. Every bit as nice as Max. The only reason you think he's trash is because he got a raw deal. Where would you be if Grandma and Grandpa left you out in the desert to die? Huh? Or if you were found on Pohlman Ranch drinking water with the sheep? Huh?" She's defending me. Why? "I'll tell you where. You would have ended up at Old Chisholm Trail Trailer park with a foster father that beat you for years until one day he just disappeared on you, leaving you alone at 16 to fend for yourself."

Silence. Silence is never good. Why is Liz trying to defend me to her mother? I really don't care what her mother thinks.

"Just because a person has had bad breaks doesn't make them a bad person. I told you... you don't understand what's going on or what you saw so just forget you did. I don't appreciate you judging my friends like you're so much better. As for Max... tell him if you want. Good night, Mom."

When Liz walks in, I'm in shock but I recover when I register what she said about her Mom telling Max. "You were so asking for it."

"I know." She shrugs and comes to sit on my lap. "But no one talks shit about my boys, not even Mom."

"I actually thought you might tell her that you had two boyfriends that were perfectly okay with the situation." I smirk at her and she hits me. "Thank you."

"It's nothing. I just hate it when people assume you're some horrible person with all the stuff that's happened to you. It's not right and barely human." I stroke her back and she relaxes. I can almost feel the anger leaving her body. "We'll just have to be more careful."

"Sorry. I just saw that this button came undone..." I point to it and it came undone again. "And I had to."

"You know. This button must like you because every time you so much as look at it... it just pops open." She complains about the button that sits right between her breasts. "You never noticed."

"What?" I look at her in confusion. Noticed what? Then she hikes up her skirt and all I need to see is the exposed hip and I'm lost. "You were working like that?"

"Felt kinda free actually." Liz starts kissing on my neck and I can't do anything but stare at her naked hip. My pants are suddenly too tight. My hand shakes as I touch her soft skin. I freeze when she whispers in my ear. "I'm ready Michael... are you?"

I throw her back on her bed and climb on top of her. Her giggle has this effect on me that I've never been able to define. We kiss, tongues thrusting into each other's mouths and hands roaming wherever they please.

Someone knocks at the door and we jump apart. We have this unspoken agreement to meet at my bike and I leap out the window and over the edge, almost breaking my leg when I land. When I get on the bike to warm it up, Maria comes out of the back. "You waited for me?"

"Uh..." Shit. Shit. Shit.

What am I supposed to say? Sorry I'm about to go make love to your best friend? So I shrug and put on my helmet.

"You can be such an ass sometimes." Her voice is muffled. See? I piss her off without doing a damn thing. "I'm talking to you."

I take off my helmet again. "Why do you automatically assume that I'm waiting for you? I have friends that work here too."

"Uh-huh." She glares at me like I've just said I was Jacques Cousteau or something.

"I'm waiting for Liz. She's helping me with my make-up work for when we go back." I finally say. She rolls her eyes and storms off to the Jetta. I can hear her mumbling about how I manage to ruin things for everyone else. Now I'm pissed. Even Maria looks down her nose at me.

Liz chooses that moment to come running out the backdoor, still in her uniform and yanks a helmet on her head. "Go, go, go."

When I rev the engine I hear her gasp and then I take off. The ride is a test, I can swear to it. Her hands keep grasping at my chest and once in a while her hand drops to my inner thigh, making me gasp.

We barely make it into the apartment. Funny how when you know it's going to happen, you want to get right to it. Of course when I open the door, the phone is ringing. I reluctantly answer it and watch Liz sit on the bed, who is obviously full of frustration. I have to adjust my jeans. Her looking at me like I'm her next meal is a turn on. "This had better be good."

"Miss you too, Michael." It's Max!

"Hey! Uh... What's going on?" I can wait a while longer if Liz can. Max has only called me once since he's been gone. I know why and I'm cool with it... I think.

"I'm hiding. My parents are out to dinner and Isabel is drooling over some guy on the next balcony and as much as I'd like to just tell her..."

"Don't you dare." I growl at him. Liz gives me a funny look. I mouth 'Max' to her and she sits up straight. So I sit next to her on the bed. I hear some strange sounds from his side of the phone. "Where are you hiding?"

"In the closet and those hangers keep hitting me in the head." I smirk. I can almost see it. "I miss you... I'm really sorry I only called you when we first got here."

"It's cool. I know it's easier to call Liz than me. Don't worry about it." Liz lays her head in my lap and I start stroking her hair. I know she misses him too but this is my phone call. I lay back and listen to Max's voice as he complains about how his parents keeping asking him questions about his therapy sessions and about me and Liz. "Really?"

"They just want to make sure I'm 'okay.'" I could almost see him roll his eyes. "They think it's odd that Liz and I spend most of our time together with you."

"Odd. Well... they don't know and it's best to keep it that way. Liz almost told her mom." I snort and she pinches my thigh. "Ow."

"Is she there?"

"Yeah but you called me." I protest at his eagerness. "You should have heard her though." I get so caught up in telling Max about the scene Liz made with her Mom that I don't notice my fly coming undone until it's too late. "I wanted to laugh when she told her mom to go ahead and tell you about me--"

"Michael?"

I can't answer him because Liz's mouth is burning my cock. If I wasn't hard before, I am now. I clench my jaw as I feel her mouth moving up and down on me.

"Michael?"

"Huh?" Is all I can say. I can't look down at her. If I do it'll be too much.

"Are you okay?"

"Depends... on... your def-- definition of... okay." My voice cracks on the last word. Her mouth is like a vacuum. What in the world have she and Max been doing when I'm not around? "Shit."

"Oh. I see. Should I call later?" He's making fun of me. Then he starts teasing me. "Hey Michael."

"What?" I gasp out. This girl is going to kill me.

"I've been taking notes when Liz goes down on me." That's all it takes. Just a mental image of Max's wonderful mouth doing to me what Liz is doing to me and I cum hard. I think the phone fell out of my hand.

She licks me clean and lies next to me, taking the phone to her ear. "Hey babe."

I can't hear him now, just her. I feel her stroking my face. She kisses me and I taste myself in her mouth. Faintly, I can hear Max recounting his day's torture to her. Just hearing his voice makes it seem as if he's there with us. That's all sappy but kinda true.

It's time for my revenge. She's still got the phone when I roll us over. My fingers slide up her uniform and I explore her a little. Coarse dark curls, wet I realize from our ride over. I find a little nub with my index finger and stroke it a little. I hear her gasp and I watch her face.

She's flushing a deep red, her eyes close, her tongue constantly licking her lips. She tries to keep up with the conversation she's having with Max and failing miserably just as I did. I keep up what I'm doing and she gets wetter.

Switching with my thumb, I slide my finger inside her folds and she cries out. She rides my hand, moaning loudly when I thrust my fingers deeper inside her. Her entire body arches and writhes. It does a little something to the ego to know you can do this to someone. I speed up and push with more force and she's wailing. I don't know where she and Max do it if she's this loud and they still haven't gotten caught.

I push with my thumb and her body just tightens up. For once she doesn't make any sound. Then she relaxes into a limp mass. Licking my fingers, I find I don't dislike the taste of her and I pick up the phone. "Liz?"

"Nope. She's incapacitated at the moment." I tell him with a shrug and kiss Liz's forehead.

"Thanks man. Now I gotta spend the rest of the night with a hard-on. Did I mention that Iz and I have to share a room?"

"No problem." I can almost see him glare at me. There's silence on the line for a moment. "You were serious about taking notes, right?"

"Only if..." He trails off and I hear rattling noises and then Isabel asking why Max is in the closet. "I'm on the phone." She tells him that he doesn't have to call Liz every damn day. "Who says I'm talking to Liz?" Who else would he be talking to? She asks. "None of your business." Good boy. His voice gets lower after I hear footsteps and the wind. "Michael... I'm just as hesitant as you are. I mean... I want to but... we don't have to. I'm fine the way things are."

"Yeah. I know. I've... been thinking and... maybe when you get back things will be a little different." I tell him.

"Different. How?"

"Don't worry about it. We'll see you when you get back." I whisper. Liz has recovered and she's trying to take off my shirt.

"That's what I was calling about. I think I can get away sooner." I barely hear him because Liz has succeeded.

"That's cool. We'll see you when you get back." I tell him and hang up the phone. I turn to Liz. "He might come back sooner."

"Did he say when?" She asks.

"No."

"Ok." She nods and just as she moves to come back to me, the phone rings again.

"Ah shit." I groan and glance at the phone.

"Ignore it." Liz tells me. I'm really tempted to listen to her but what if it was Max? I hung up on him kinda quickly and he was trying to tell me something.

"Max." I tell her and answer it. "'Lo?"

"Is my daughter there? If she is I will personally kill you."

"Hey Mrs. DeLuca." I roll my eyes and Liz laughs.

"Who was that?" She's so damn nosy.

"That was Liz, Mrs. DeLuca. Maria isn't here. Last time I saw her was after work, where she griped me out and promptly left me alone. Can I do anything else for you?" I sound like an ass but people are ruining any chance of the mood sticking around until I lose it.

"I suppose not then. I'm glad you have a babysitter tonight, Michael. Tell Liz that I'll pay her myself to keep you away from my daughter."

"Gotcha." I roll my eyes again. "Bye Mrs. DeLuca." I hang up and disconnect the phone. "No more interruptions and you're getting paid to be here."

"What?" She laughs and lays back on the bed.

"Never mind." I shake my head and slowly, button by button, I open her uniform. She's beautiful and she still doesn't know it. I touch her soft skin and it's like a sin. How am I getting to be this lucky? Not only do I get this beautiful woman that wants me to make love to her but there's a beautiful man in Florida wishing he was here with us.

Pressing my lips to her stomach, I kiss my way up to her silver bra. After a bit of maneuvering, I get that out of the way so I can taste her breasts. She tastes sweet and I focus only on her, making her groan and moan. I feel her hands pushing my jeans off and then my boxers.

Now we're both naked and kissing each other at every chance. I smell and realize she's still wearing that perfume I got her for her birthday. I didn't think she actually liked it. Our mouths meet and devour. We've stopped complementing the way Max kisses and finally learned to kiss each other. That's a good sign.

I can't stop kissing her and touching her and... I think I'm losing my mind. This is the most incredible feeling I've ever had. She's all around me. Her legs around my waist, her arms under my arms, her fingers playing with my hair and drawing on my back. I feel her hips grinding up against mine and I just need to be inside her.

Condom.

That thought rings in my head. I start to move away and she stops me. "Where do you think you're going?"

"To get something." She puts a finger to my lips and shakes her head.

"Don't worry about it." She whispers and it's like she's trying to pull me inside her. "Max and I did some... I'll explain later. Don't worry about it." She taps my arms and stares at my chest for a few minutes. "Just... listen to me... you're a... a big boy and I'm... little and..."

"Liz..." I get the picture, I really do. I gotta be gentle with her. "I'll listen to you."

She looks into my eyes and suddenly just smiles and starts kissing on me. My cock is aching by the time I reach down to guide myself into her and we both gasp. Her fingers dig into my arms and I take that as a signal to be still. Her wet walls are so tight around me.

I bury my face in her hair. I hear her take a couple of deep breaths and slowly her body relaxes. She squeezes me inside her and then she says it's ok. I move slowly. I don't know what's okay. I finally get what she meant when she wanted me to listen to her. I notice when she arches her back and when she gasps and what makes her cry out. When her hands urge me to go faster, when she needs me harder and when she needs me closer.

I feel like I'm deciphering some secret language as I bring us both closer to the edge of some cliff that I've never been to before. I don't know how I've lived without knowing this. I kiss her and swallow her loud cries. In the back of my mind I hear shouts from my neighbor that we're too loud but what do I care?

"Michael. Michael." She gasps out and clutches onto me for dear life. I don't know how much longer I can hold out and then her breathing gets sharp and fast... and louder. Her fingers scratch my arms and her legs tighten around me. Then her impossibly tight walls close around me and get tighter.

I hear this sound, this loud sound and it's not until I feel myself cumming into her body that I realize it's me. I keep thrusting as I keep cumming and finally it's over and I can think again.

Moment of truth.

I couldn't have done it with anyone but Liz Parker. I kiss her and know I should tell her that I love her but I can't. I've never said it to anyone before. "Liz..." I swallow this huge lump in my throat. "I..."

"I know. Me too." Liz makes a face that tells me she's sorry when she pulls her nails out of my flesh. Funny, I didn't really feel any pain. We lie like this for a long time, me stroking her sweaty hair out of her face and her fingers running over my back. I guess it's one of those meaningful silences or something.

I don't know when we fell asleep but all I know is I fell asleep holding her against my chest and I woke up with a warm body against my back as well. A turn of my head reveals Max. "Hey."

"Hey." He whispers and kisses my shoulder. "Sorry I missed the party."

"When you said soon, I didn't think this soon." I tell him and wish I had listened a little better to him last night.

"I just explained that I was miserable and asked if they were trying to provide fodder for my therapy sessions... of course I explained that I loved them but I missed my friends." Max buries his face in my neck. "And they let me go. Took an early flight and pissed off Isabel."

"We... missed you." I reach back and let my hand rest on his thigh.

"She loves you." I know who he means. Liz just wouldn't let anyone make love to her. "I do too. That's what I was trying to say last night."

"Why?" It just slips out.

"This isn't about you and Liz sharing me and you know it. Or even you and I sharing her. It's the three of us and..."

"I know." I cut him off. I know this, somewhere in this skull of mine, I know this. No one's ever loved me before and it takes some getting used to when they don't ask you to change. I've always been that boy that everyone needs to make a better boy and... I don't get that with the two most important people in this room.

When he kisses me I know that he loves me. I just feel it but I can't say it. I know that even though I'm naked and he's very aware of this... nothing's going to happen until we finish that talk we started on the phone. There's this whole trusting thing that I'm getting used to. Liz trusts me and I am absolutely certain of this now. Max trusts me. This terrifies me... but I'll deal.

With Max's arms around the both of us, I go back to sleep. Liz is still naked, so am I and Max is fully clothed and he doesn't care. If either of us asked him to, he'd strip but he's going to watch us sleep and be happy about it.

Happy is another foreign concept to a boy like me.

The End

Author: DMartinez
Email: shockerdm@icqmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Metz, Katims and UPN. No infringement intended.
Summary: Short and bittersweet. As always Michael POV. Max and Michael go all the way.
Rating: MATURE

Weird.

I feel weird. Max is right up against me, asleep. He's holding me so tight. His face is pressed against my shoulder, his breath on my back, his arm under mine and against my chest, his now limp dick nestled against my ass... where his seed is drying.

At the time, I thought this was what I wanted... for Max to make love to me.

We took every precaution we could think of. We read up, looked up, talked about mechanics, invested in 'reliable' lubricants. We wanted it to be perfect, no worries... and there weren't any when we finally did it.

It felt... odd. Good but weird. He was as gentle, if not more so, than he is with Liz. I just don't know what's going on with me.

It's just that now... I feel weird.

Liz didn't come by. She doesn't know if she's ready to observe... that. She must have known how weird it would be.

Kissing we can handle. Blowjobs, we all give them. Oral sex is something we're working on for Liz. Liz is do-able for both me and Max, obviously. H--, I can't say it, it sounds too weird. Max and I thought we were ready.

I really thought I was.

--

I feel weird. Maria is squeezing me to death in her sleep. I... we had sex. Alright sex but she's not Max and definitely not Liz.

She doesn't know about our threesome and she doesn't suspect or else I don't think I would have made it through her window.

I tried to fix it. The weird feeling. I figured if I slept with a girl that wasn't Liz, that I'd feel better.

I had trouble getting it up. Maria did most of the work the first time. She thought I was nervous about 'our first time'. I didn't correct her. I... had to keep my eyes closed. I am such an asshole.

The second time... I couldn't look at her. I am such an asshole. I took her from behind and I pretended, shit, she was Liz. Asshole.

When it was all over, she said she loved me. I am such a dickhead. I couldn't say it cause I don't. I just said, 'Ditto.'

We're in her bed. I couldn't bring Maria to my bed. Why? Because this is so wrong.

How in the hell am I going to face Max and Liz with this on my conscience? Shit, I want to cry. I cheated on them.

Nothing changes how weird I feel right now. Guess it's what I get, thinking I could fix it. I have to get out of here. This is all wrong.

Maria's eyes and hair are the wrong color, her skin the wrong shade, her breasts the wrong size... maybe she's even the wrong sex.

I shouldn't have done this... and I can't not tell them what I did. But do I tell them why?

TBC

Just Desserts

I was asleep when he came in but he woke me up... in the best possible way. Max just knows exactly what to do with his mouth and my cock. I swear.

I came home and showered last night. I had to get her smell off me. I must have slept most of the morning. When I opened my eyes to see his smiling face, I was nearly blinded by the sun coming through the window behind his head.

I wasn't going to tell him. I was just going to let it be. I love Max too much to tell him.

We fool around for the rest of the morning but I could kinda tell something was bothering him. "What's up?"

"Nothing." He says and lies back on the bed beside me. He stares up at the ceiling and I wait. He'll tell me. One thing Max isn't afraid of is to tell me how he feels... I wish I was like that. "Why... never mind."

"What?" I have to ask. He's starting to act weird.

"The other night..." Oh boy here it comes and I don't know if I'm ready to talk about it. We did it. I liked the way it felt but it was still weird and I can't tell him that. "Was it okay for you? I mean, I... I liked it but... did you?"

I don't say anything for a while and he keeps talking.

"I don't even know if it feels good to... receive. And you didn't even hint that you wanted to..." Max sputters as he talks.

"Max. It was fine. I... felt really good... after awhile." I had to tell him the truth about that. I didn't hint at wanting to make love to Max. I do... someday.

"So it's not because you didn't want to?" What? I swear, Max could be a girl sometimes.

"Max, you're hot. You know it. Get over yourself." I tell him. "When you're ready for it, I'll be right there waiting." I pull him against me and hold him. When I started this thing, I don't know what I was expecting. I just wanted to kiss Max and now look where we are. I could almost forget what I did for a minute. Almost.

Liz comes in, stripping out of her uniform to join our half-naked bodies on the bed. She kisses each of us in turn. "You guys are such bums. I've been working my ass off all morning and I doubt the two of you have even bothered to shower."

"In my defense, I showered last night and was rudely awakened and then not allowed out of bed." I protest.

"Guilty." Max pulls her down between us.

"Ugh." Liz squirms, trying to get comfortable. Then she turns to me. "What did you say to Maria?"

"What?" I could feel the blood rush out of my face.

"She was bouncing off the walls this morning, talking about how you guys were getting back together." I've gone numb. What am I supposed to tell her? I just shrug. I promised I wouldn't encourage Maria and that we wouldn't hide our relationship and that way she would get the hint and walk away. That hasn't really happened. Liz shrugged. "Huh."

I thought I was in the clear. Max and Liz start kissing on each other and then on me. I don't when or how long into our make out session but Liz and I kiss hungrily. I just want to devour her and never touch another woman for as long as I live. Suddenly, she tears away from me, leaping off the bed and gasping for air.

The second I see the hurt in her eyes, I know that its over. She knows. Damn flashes. She put a hand to her mouth. "How could you do it?"

"Do what?" Max asks looking between us.

"You slept with her?" Liz looks like she's going to be sick. Max turns to me in question. "Max... He... with Maria." Then I watch as his shoulders slump. "Michael... please tell me that was just an old fantasy and that I'm crazy because you wouldn't sleep with Maria."

"I..." I can't lie. I can feel the tears sliding down my face. "It didn't mean anything." Max is up and grabbing his clothes, he runs out the door before either one of us can stop him. "Liz, I..."

"Don't talk to me right now, Michael. Just please." She fumbles with her bra and her uniform. "It explains a lot. I thought you loved me and him but you don't..."

"Liz!" I scream at her. "I don't want her. It was a mistake. I can't take it back but I want to. I want it undone. You just don't understand."

"I understand that you can't keep your dick in your pants." She hissed at me and was out the door.

I don't know how long I sat there but eventually Maria wanders in. She doesn't say anything about the rumpled bed or the tears running down my face. She looks pissed. "You didn't call me today."

I can't say anything. "Busy."

"Michael, I don't know what your problem is but on Earth when you sleep with a girl and leave without a word, you have to call. You can't treat me like this, Michael. I'm tired of it." Maria huffs and swats me.

"You aren't even going to ask why I'm crying, are you?" I look up at her and know I caught her off guard. "Just for reference, there is a door and usually people knock. Usually people who care about other people ask what's wrong when they cry. Just... get out, Maria."

"Michael... what happened?"

"I really don't want to talk about it. Just go."

And I win the bastard of the year award. Guess it's what I get.

TBC

Confession

School is shit. I hate it. I'm not coming anymore. I can't help it. Nobody is talking to me, except for Isabel, Alex and Kyle but I don't need to talk to them. Isabel keeps asking me what I did to Max but I can't answer her. We haven't told anyone. Being apart from them has made me realize how stupid I was being. I should have just talked to Max. He already understood. I just didn't realize it. SHIT!

So I have to resort to desperate acts. I corner him in the hallway and he won't look at me. He tries to push past me and I put my arms around him. "If you run away, I'll scream at the top of my lungs how much I love you."

He calms down. I don't know if he's scared I'll do it or if he's afraid to hear it. I've never said it to him before. He stares at me with those wounded eyes. "What do you want, Michael? I thought you'd be off fucking Maria."

"Can I explain?" He doesn't want to hear it but something is keeping him there. He leans on a locker to keep from touching me and I rush ahead. "I was weirded out. Okay? We... made love and I didn't know how I felt about it. Okay? It's one thing to kiss, another to give head but it's whole other thing to do that. Maybe we weren't as ready as we thought. Okay?"

He nods and he understand and I'm grateful but I know he's still hurt by what I did.

"You know me. I wasn't thinking and... I couldn't go to Liz with this. I went to Maria and we fucked. I was weirded out even more by fucking her than I was when you made love to me. I'm sorry." I look around and no one has heard me yet. I guess I'm glad but I don't know. I don't like the secrets, odd as that might sound. What I really want to do is kiss him and make it better but I can't.

"Michael... do you have any idea how hurt I am?" He speaks and I listen. "I love you and I love Liz and you... sleeping with Maria hurts like hell. You should have come and talked to me. I was nervous as it was when I didn't see you all day the next day and then to find out what you were doing...." Max looks about to cry. "I still love you. I still want you but you have to give me some space. I have to think about this."

"No more Maria." I promise. "I'm gonna go and find Liz."

"Yeah do that." Max nods. "You do know that you're going to have to tell Maria, right?"

"Is that what you want?" I turn to look at him.

"Yes."

"Let me talk to Liz first. She knows her better than anyone..." I leave him there to go find Liz. It feels better to know that he knows why but I know Max, he carries grudges a lot of the time. He never hesitates to be a woman and state every instance that I've ever been in trouble to make his point. Sigh.

--

Liz is harder to talk to but I do it. She nods and she disagrees with Max. "We can't tell her... especially not now. She's hurt, real hurt. You brushed her off harshly that day."

"Liz... did she even tell you the whole thing?" I ask, knowing full well that Maria tends to leave out her own errors in telling a story. "I was crying when she showed up and she didn't even care until I mentioned it."

"You were crying?" Liz whispers.

"Yes! I was upset. I... cheated and I felt horrible. I don't even like Maria and I did it. You guys wouldn't let me explain and so I cried." I whisper finally and stare at my hands. "Liz, I'm sorry. I was just too... confused to think straight."

"Michael. I love you. I hope you know that. I didn't at first but you are a great person and we love you. Stop trying so hard." She kisses me softly. "Things aren't better now. I hope you realize that. It hurts that you went to Maria of course. It's going to be harder for her to see what's going on with us if she thinks she has a chance with you."

"Well, I can't be straight with her and hinting does nothing..." I sigh.

"After graduation... we'll stop hiding. Max and I got into UNM. We're going apartment hunting..." She must see the hurt in my eyes at her words. They're going without me? "Michael, we just decided this yesterday and... we were still mad at you and we're still mad but at least we understand now. I want you to come."

"Ask Max before you make me any promises." I mutter.

"The three of us will go and find a place and then we'll stop hiding this. I hate it too." She barely touches me and that stings a little but I can take it. "What are you going to do there?"

"I... I don't know. I guess I'll have to look into things up there. Maria's going to Cruces... so maybe when she realizes that I'm going with you guys..."

"Maybe." She rests her head on my shoulder. "They have a community college there."

"I guess. I could do some art thing or just find a restaurant or something." I shrug. As long as I get to be near them. I'll be happy and I'll let them have as much time as they need to forgive me. I don't even have to move into the same apartment. I'll just go to be near them.

The END

Whew. I think I've got three more old parts and three new parts left to post. Thanks to all of you who are re-reading this and to all who are reading for the first time. I write the parts in sets of three but sometimes the lulls between sets can be long. '-)

Author: DMartinez
EMail: shockerdm@icqmail.com
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Metz, Katims and UPN. No infringement intended.
Rating: ADULT
Category: Max/Michael/Liz
Series: Beloved Unloved

Cramped

The apartment is really small. It's all we can afford. It's one room, bare walls, uniform sink, non-descript bedding on the queen size bed. Nothing with any personality... because Liz didn't tell her folks that she was moving in with two guys. Because Max didn't tell his folks that he was moving with Liz and me. They wanna keep the apartment looking like there was no time to personalize it.

I told Maria that we should spend time apart, that it would prove the reality of our situation. She agreed. Hopefully we won't have to say much more. I told her I was coming to Albuquerque with Max and Liz and she shrugged. I'm just praying that's over. The past six months have been hell with her demanding more time of me while I was trying to prove to Max and Liz that I love only them.

Sleeping with them is a new experience. Max is a bed hog and Liz steals all the covers, leaving me cold and on the edge most nights. I actually slept on the floor for the first two weeks... I wasn't sure where they wanted me. Another thing, I can't come home from work at the auto shop and fall right into bed. I have to shower first or else Liz throws a fit about dirty sweaty sheets... to which I said that there were plenty of ways to make dirty sweaty sheets and she didn't mind most of them.

Living here isn't really too bad unless one of them is having trouble in class and then it's absolutely silent. I hate that. I hate the silence. Like now.

Liz is asleep at the desk where she was studying for a final. Max is practically on top of me. We really need a bigger bed. It's not that I mind Max being on top of me but he weighs a ton when he's asleep. I slide out from under him to retrieve her. She and I can sleep on the one foot of bed that Max isn't sprawled across. She doesn't weigh much to begin with but now she's lost like 10 pounds since she started classes. She's rail thin but still beautiful.

"God... Michael..." She whines, her eyes still closed. "I have to study."

"You need to sleep." I tell her as I take off her shirt and skirt. "You can conquer Bio 101 tomorrow." She snuggles against me when I lie back... on Max's arm that moved in the time that I wasn't looking. So I have to reach over and pinch his armpit to make him yank it back and roll over. He's... adorable to watch sleeping.

"Thank you... I love you." Her voice is all breathy and sleepy. I like it. "You take good care of us."

"You need to eat tomorrow." I tell her and pull the sheets up over her nearly nude body.

"No time."

"I think your boobs are shrinking." I warn her. She's got this thing about her boobs. If I mention that, she eats.

"Fine. I'll eat something..." Her whole body heaves with her sigh. "Tomorrow."

I rub her back until she goes back to sleep. It's weird when she says things like I take care of her good. I've never seen myself as domestic or anything like that. It's a miracle I get to sleep with the thoughts racing around in my head.

--

I've finally managed to budget my time. I work the morning shifts at this grease bucket down the street so that I don't miss the games at night. It also means that I have to be careful about not waking them up when I leave. Sometimes when I get home about noon, one of them is asleep before their next class. They should have just gotten one of those honor dorms with quiet 24/7... but then... I couldn't live with them.

I'm surprised to find Liz home and awake when I get home. She's just laying on the bed in practically nothing, staring at the wall. Her tank top is practically around her shoulders and her little panties don't cover much. It would have been sexy except for that blank look in her eyes. "I failed."

"No, you didn't." I tell her. I grab my things for a shower and motion to the refrigerator. "Eat something, will you?"

"Yeah." She whispers.

When I get out of the shower, she's eating a hard-boiled egg. Protein. She's been doing that. If she eats anything, it's high in protein. I'll bet you anything that it's some old wives tale about boobs. Sure enough when I sit next to her, she's eating carrots too.

"You talked to Max?" She asks me, pulling at the edge of my boxers that she liberated from my section of the closet.

"About what?"

"Reversing the roles?"

"How do you mean?"

"I mean that he wants you to... make love to him." She chomps down on the carrots and just stares at me.

I think about it. There's no doubt that I want to. The thought of making love to Max the way he makes love to me is exciting. I just don't want a repeat of what happened with Maria.

"Michael? What does it feel like?" Her eyes bore into my face. "To have him inside you like that?"

"How does it feel to have him inside you?" We stare at each other for a moment. "Have you asked him?"

"No." She shakes her head. "I think it's too different, him being inside of me as opposed to having him inside me. You know?"

"What was it like your first time?"

"Kinda uncomfortable." She admits slowly. "I was just really full once the... pain went away." She looks down to her food. "Did it hurt for you too?"

"Yeah, a little... more than I thought it would. But once he was in... we could relax. Like... some threshold had been crossed. Like, we made it this far and the rest is a breeze." I shake my head and steal a carrot stick from her plate. "I have a question that you've never answered."

"What's that?" She waits expectantly. Like she knows what I'm going to ask.

"We don't use condoms. You started to tell me the first time you and I got there and then stopped to pursue the activity at hand." She blushes a little and I just stare at her harder. I just gotta know that we won't complicate things by having a kid. "What do you use?"

"Max and I... forgot to use them when we first started making love. We didn't think." Liz looks away from me. She's embarrassed. "I... I went to my doctor and he confirmed it. I can't have children. Not human or alien."

"Oh." It hits me kinda hard. Kids would be nice but with three parents... we'd screw the kid up. "Wow. I guess that's a lucky break then, huh."

"What?"

I did it again. I had myself a foot sandwich. "I just meant that... I don't know. It sucks for you... for us. It sucks but we can't even figure out who we love more much less get ready for parenthood."

"Love more?" That tone. I hate that tone. "What's that mean? Are you trying to choose between us?"

"No." I didn't mean it like that. I love Max and I love Liz. I can't choose. But that's why we're a threesome. I don't want to make a decision, they don't want to make a decision and so we got some pretty tasty cake. "Liz... this is a really weird situation."

"That's it? We're weird?" She shakes her head at me. "That's your excuse for being glad I can't have children, for not being able to decide if you love Max more than you love me?"

"No. It's not an excuse." How am I going to get out of this one. "Liz, I... am sorry you can't have kids. In fact, in the long run, it sucks for me too... and for Max and ultimately for you. If this was a matter of confusion about my sexual desires... I wouldn't have to be here. I could easily find another woman ... or man..."

"So what are you saying?" She has that look in her eyes. She wants me to say it. She's practically begging that I say it.

"I want to be here." I get up and start moving things around the kitchen. "I said it. You win." There's a bag of marshmallows on the counter. I take them over to the table and dump them out. "Wow. There's 58 left."

"Oh yeah?"

I take a seat and pop one into my mouth. She sits across from me and throws one at me. I catch it in my mouth and toss her a smirk. She throws another one and hits me in the eye. "Ow."

"Poor baby." She is not one bit sorry. So I have to throw one at her. It lands in her shirt... so maybe I aimed it. "AH!"

"Want me to get it out?" I raise my eyebrows up at her. When she looks up I wiggle them a little.

"Wouldn't give you the pleasure." She glares at me.

"Hey guys." Max tilts his head at me. When did he get here? Who are these guys? There are two nervous looking men standing in my living room staring at us. I ignore them and lick a marshmallow... and throw it at Liz's head. It, of course, gets stuck in her hair.

"Michael! You bastard!" Liz tugs at it but it just gets more stuck in her hair.

"Liz, it's okay. It's just sugar." Max sighs and shakes his head. He pulls most of it out and gives her a kiss. I can hear the other two guys ask each other why Max didn't kick my ass for asking if Liz wanted me to retrieve the marshmallow from her shirt. I'm still ignoring them. When Max releases her, he looks at her head. "Just go rinse it out."

"Max." I nod to him.

"Hey." He tells me and before I know it, he's kissing my brains out. This is the first time that anyone but Liz has seen us kiss. It's... freeing, actually. He's ready. I know he is and that just turns me on.

When our lips part I have to let him know. "You're getting lucky tonight."

"Oh I am?" Max laughs and lets me get up just as Liz is coming back, she's switched from my boxers to Max's sweats. "Liz, Michael, this is Steve and Jeremy. They're from my Intro Bio class."

I just stare at them. Liz has to be amiable though. "Hey. How's it going?"

"Good." Yeah, those guys are nervous.

"These losers live on campus." Max points at them. Gee the air is really tense about now.

"I never did find out how you managed to escape the mandatory Freshman in the dorms law." Jeremy guy says.

"It's what happens when you forget to apply for housing." Liz bites her lip and elbows me to keep me quiet. "Michael got this great apartment and lets us stay here."

"Yeah... sure... long as I get my sex, I don't care." She of course elbows me again and Max smacks me upside the head. "Meant my payment." I think I bit my tongue. Those guys keep staring at us. "What's the deal? Do I gotta make more food or what?"

"Um... well... I was just going to order us a pizza." Max starts up. "But if--"

"No. Order the pizza." I tell him. I'm not going to feed his friends without major incentive. "Don't forget to order Liz's with just pineapple."

"What about you?" Max picks up the phone and motions for the guys to take a seat and open their books. I clear off what I can from the table. "Michael?"

"Jalapenos are all I care about." And it's true. "You guys going to be here all night?"

"Most of it. We are so going to fail if we don't get to studying." Steve cleared his throat.

"I'll be just a second guys." Max hit the speed dial and shot me a look. Don’t know what that's all about. So I go over. "Do you think you could help? These guys are really bad off and I know you know this stuff."

"If they ask. I'll help." I'm not going to just jump in and tutor these guys. Not my fault they're slackers and can't read a damn book until the night before the final. But I help regardless. These guys really are clueless but they still think they're better than me. Just because I'm not in college doesn't mean that I can't learn. I hate college guys.

This place is getting very claustrophobic.

TBC