Roswell Fanatics

Title: More....
Rating: Adult
Pairing: Max/Liz/Kyle
Disclaimer: I own nothing. But if I had a choice of what I would like to own, Jason Behr would be at the top of my Christmas List to Santa.
Summary: This is just a quick one shot of something I couldn't get out of my head. It's a future fic. No real timeline needed. Just know that they are all consenting adults now and something happens that Kyle has been dreaming about for a while now.
Authors Note: This fic contains slash, so if this is not your forte, this fic is not for you.

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“All right Soldier. Sit up nice and easy.”

Her breasts were swinging in my face inside the loose neckline of her V-neck white shirt. I thought my eyes were going to cross from the constant staring and looking away.

Why didn’t she wear a bra like normal women?

“Kyle?” She said, her tone soft, her eyes concerned. There was a small scar on her chin from one of the many battles we had been a part of and I mused at how often I had saw myself kissing it better and in my more kinky moments licking it.

God, she was beautiful. Even after all these years she was still beautiful.

“Er-s-sorry Liz. I’m a little distracted.”

She quirked her mouth up and turned sympathetic eyes towards me, “It’s okay. You’ve been through a lot. We all have.” She reached underneath my arm and helped me ease back into a sitting position on the king size bed, being careful not to jar the arm I currently had in a sling. “There we go.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem.” She said as she made her way to the other side of the bed. She bent over at the waist and grabbed up something from one of the bottom drawers of the armoire against the wall. Her tight jeans stretched across her backside and I held back a moan of appreciation at the sight. I felt myself stir underneath the boxers I had on and tried to surreptitiously drape a corner of the blanket over my lap as she turned around.

“Okie Dokie. Time for your sponge bath.”

“WHA-.”

Standing before me Liz was holding up a plastic bin and a large wash towel, an innocent look on her face. “I’m going to go fill up this bin with water and soap. Be right back.”

“Bu-but Liz! Liz wait!” I said to her retreating back. “You can’t. I’ll do it myself.” I stuttered.

She stopped at the doorway to the bathroom and turned, patience in her eyes, “Kyle, you have a broken arm, a hurt back and a sprained ankle. You can’t move around too much without straining your back anymore and you can’t go into the shower until that cast is off. You know Max could only heal so much of you before people started to get suspicious. You took a nasty fall. He’ll heal you a little more each day. But until then you have to rest. Besides, you ain’t got nothing I haven’t seen before.”

I rolled my eyes at that, “Yeah, we’re all perfectly aware of you and Evans’ late night ‘bonding rituals’.”

Liz had the good grace to blush at my comment, “It’s a small house Kyle.”

“With thin walls.”

Liz’s eyes narrowed through her blush, “Yeah those same thin walls make it possible to hear everything, from everyone’s room. Including those who like to take matters into their own hands.” She pointedly looked at my lap and then me as she put her hands on her hips, the bin hanging off her fingertips.

My eyes opened wide and I pulled the sheet even more over my lap. Laughing nervously, I plucked at the sheet with my unhurt hand, “I, um, well…” I stuttered. “Dammit Liz, it’s not like there are a ton of females waiting around just waiting to fall head over heels in love with me. Or, more preferably, in lust.” I muttered the last part to myself, looking away momentarily before meeting her gaze once more.

Her eyes went soft and her hands dropped from their defensive stance on her waist. “I’m sorry Kyle. This whole situation is a mess. From hiding, to the war, to losing so many humans……it’s been rough on all of us….but especially on you. With everyone paired off at night…..I should be more sympathetic.”

I looked into her face and it was all I could do not to blurt out the one thing I had hid from her for years. Not even was I able to hold onto my dignity, (as was proven by the sponge bath she was trying to give me), as I was this secret.

I was in love with her.

Totally and completely enthralled by her eyes, her smile, her body and most of all her strength.

Looking into her eyes now, I wondered how she could not have figured it out after all these years. She’s caught me staring at her often enough. Heard my screams when she got shot by one of the skins, sobbing as if I would never stop. Woke up to me holding her in the make shift hospital, refusing to let her go until Max got there to heal her wounds.

Scratch that.

I knew why she was clueless. Evans made her clueless. Always did. Nothing could come between the two of them. No matter how much I loved her she would never be mine.

Too bad my body didn’t know that.

It really only took me hearing her giggle to get my blood rushing down south. So, as you can imagine, hearing her in other activities made me go downright insane.

And as stated before, these damned thin walls didn’t help.

I could hear them at night. Sometimes they made love. Sometimes they right out fucked. One time Max came home and I could hear him push her up against the wall, his belt buckle falling to the floor. I knew the second he entered her body ‘cause she always whined the same way. Always sounded so damned satisfied as if it was the best Goddamned thing she’d had since sliced bread. Max took to cursing during these more amorous nights and that time had been no better. When he did this her cries only got heavier and louder. Seemed our little Parker liked it a little rough.

It was times like this that I resented my acquired supersenses…….well resented them in some ways.

Hearing their bodies slapping. Hearing how wet she was as he entered her again and again, practically smelling the scent of her pussy as the wall behind my bed shook with the intensity of it all.

It was when I started picturing Max’s stomach muscles contracting and releasing with each thrust of his hips that I started to question my sanity. When I pictured his lips kissing and biting down her creamy neck and taking a pink nipple into his mouth and then briefly wondered what they would feel like against my mouth.

His lips, not her nipples.

I have never come so hard in my life.

I have never bathed so fast after masturbating.

Trying desperately to wash away what just happened, the water had burned my skin but I couldn’t necessarily open my head and let it wash away the memory of it, could I?

But the fantasies only got worse. The dreams and pictures in my head still had Liz in the forefront but every now and then Max’s hard body would take precedence and hearing him say, ‘Fuck yeah’ never ceased to send me into another orbit.

Damn these thin walls.

Thank God for them.

I am such a sick puppy.

I was so lost in my thoughts I never saw her entering the bathroom. I knew she was in there because I heard the water running, filling up that damn bin.

Shit.

What was I going to do if she insisted on washing Mr. Winky?

No good could come from this.

I threw my head against the pillows behind me and stifled a childish whine of frustration. My hurt ankle was the only thing that kept me from banging my feet up and down in a tantrum.

I closed my eyes and tried to zone out everything around me and just concentrate on nothing. Hoping against hope that my body would behave itself.

I must have dozed off because when I opened them again, it was to Liz’s pink nipples plainly visible through her now wet shirt. She leaned down to drop the wash rag into the soapy water and I took the time to lick my lips at the sight of those nipples, hardened by the cool air in the room.

“Okay, Kyle,” She chirped cheerfully, oblivious to both her wet shirt and my yearning stare at her breasts, “We are going to carefully remove your t-shirt okay? Lift up your good arm and I’ll slide the other side off after I remove the sling.”

Too struck dumb to argue, I did as she said and was amazed at her reaction.

“Oh…my….I..uh…”

I looked down at my chest expecting to see mold or something equally nasty to be growing out of it but there was nothing there. Same chest. Same stomach. A little leaner than I was used to growing up, but being involved in an intergalactic war can really kill your appetite.

“Liz?” I questioned, “What’s wrong?”

Her eyes blinked rapidly at me and she swallowed a little loudly before laughing nervously, “Sorry. I just hadn’t seen you without your shirt in so long, I just, uh, have you been working out?” She blurted out.

My eyebrows scrunched together, “There wasn’t a lot to do in between waiting to kill or be killed, so yeah I have been.”

She nodded her head jerkily as she reached back into the bin for the washcloth and gave me a nervous smile, “Just…just wondering is all.”

I looked down at my chest and stomach and tried to see what had gotten her all nervous. I had a scar on my left side from stray debris that had nicked me but I couldn’t really see it when I was sitting down. My abdominal muscles caused it to be hidden when Isat. My chest was smooth to the touch but a bit more pronounced cause of the aforementioned working out.

But no big deal. Max’s chest and abs were just as muscular if not more.

So what was the problem?

The washcloth reached my chest and the warm water felt good against my skin. I looked down at her head and saw the clip that she had put in her hair to hold back the shiny strands. As she worked the soapy cloth over my skin I noticed the blush on her cheeks and the way she held her lower in lip between her teeth as if she was nervous.

“Liz? Are you ok with this? Cause, like I said before I can do it on my own if you’re uncomfortable-.”

Her eyes snapped up to meet mine and she shook her head, “No! I mean, no, I’m fine Kyle. Its no big deal ok?”

I gave her a confused look and nodded my head. My eyes straying once more to her nipples stuck to her shirt.

Fuck.

I felt the stirrings below the blanket and wondered how the hell I was going to get through this without embarrassing myself.

But it only got worse.

She dipped the washcloth once more and eased it up on my neck and back down to my chest. She swiped it across my nipples and I involuntarily sucked in a breath as the warm cloth passed over them. They immediately hardened.

“I’m sorry. Did I hurt you somehow?”

“No,” I squeaked out, “No, I’m just dandy.”

She shrugged and continued washing her way over my stomach, scrubbing each part meticulously. There wasn’t a spot that she left uncovered.

Mercy.

Liz cleared her throat, “Um, ok, it’s time for you to take off your shorts, so we can, um, wash.”

I glanced up at her and those same blushes colored her cheeks with a little something more in them. Though it had been a while, I could still recognize the signs of a woman who was turned on.

Holy shit.

“Kyle?” She said quietly.

Well dayum. If she wanted to see the package that badly…..

I reached under the covers and clumsily tried to remove my boxers one handed.

“Wait. I’ll help you.”

Before I could protest, she reached under the covers herself and was sliding them down under my butt and off my hips. While I still had the protection of the blanket, my erection was growing by the second and pretty soon I’d have my own tent.

Liz dropped the boxers by the bedside and reached for the washcloth once more. She glanced down at the blanket covering my waist with consternation, “This isn’t going to work Kyle. I need to be able to see what I’m, uh, doing. We’re both going to have to act like adults, that’s all.”

Before I could say a word or stop her, she had already moved the blanket out of the way and was granted with the sight of my cock, already swelling under her gaze.

“Oh my…” She whispered, the washcloth hanging off her fingertips, momentarily forgotten.

I groaned in mortification, “Liz, I’m so sorry. I just-dammit! I’m sor-.”

But Liz was shaking her head and her eyes were burning with something, “No. Stop apologizing. It’s ok. It’s only natural right?”

My mouth dropped open in bewilderment, “Bwuh?”

A smirk came onto her lips and she gently closed my mouth with her free hand. “Shhhh. We’re almost done.”

Liz reached down and placed the warm cloth along my length and I shuddered. Her mouth was open slightly as she soaped up my balls gently and pulled on them just so, before bringing the cloth in between my ass cheeks and back up again.

“Fuck.” I whispered, unable to do anything but sit and watch. She wasn’t just cleaning me anymore.

At my exclamation, Liz’s eyes closed briefly and a breath wooshed out of her. She sucked back in a breath and her eyes lifted to mine. The washcloth closed down over my throbbing cock once more and she pulled at it as she soaped me up.

“Oh God…Liz what are you doing?” I managed to get out over the lump in my throat.

Her eyes burned with something I had never seen before, “Jerking you off. What else?”

At her words, she threw the washcloth to the side and with her bare hand increased the pressure on my cock. I gasped out loud and heard a moan come from her throat. She reached over the wet material of her shirt with her free hand and squeezed one of her nipples.

“Oh shit.” I said desperately, “Liz,” I gasped again, my hips involuntarily moving with her strokes, my eyes never leaving her breast where she continued to pull and play with her nipple, “Liz, please, wait, this is wrong! We shouldn’t be doing this. Wh-what about Max?”

“What about Max?” I heard a deep voice say from the doorway.

My heart should have stopped. I should have been dead right there in the middle of Heaven and Hell.

But for some reason the man upstairs let me keep on living.

I didn’t know if that was a blessing or a curse.

“MAX!” I screeched, sounding curiously like a female. “Max, this isn’t what it looks like! I mean, Liz was giving me a sponge bath and then, she, well, she-.”

Instead of stopping like I expected her too and dropping to her knees begging for Max’s forgiveness she instead grabbed the head of my cock and dragged it against her wet lips.

“Holy-LIZ STOP IT!”

Amazingly, Liz started to laugh.

Yes, Laugh.

“Kyle,” She purred, “Stop screaming. You’ll bring the whole house over here. I sent for Max.”

My dick should have deflated by now.

No, really, it should have.

But testosterone has a mind of its own and she was still rubbing the head of it against her lips as she spoke.

“What do you mean you sent for him? When you were in the bathroom?”

I heard booted footsteps and I looked up to Max sauntering up to us, a strange expression on his face. His legs were encased in the leather we all wore for protection while on patrol. His long sleeved black shirt was tight against the muscles in his arms. He had already discarded the bulletproof vest in the corner of my room.

“No, she sent for me when she started to jerk you off and you let her.” His voice was soft and deep. There was no hint of malice. No hint of anger. No hint that he was going to tear me apart bodily, limb from limb.

What. The. Fuck. Was going on?

“H-how?” I managed to get out. Liz was still rubbing the head of my cock over her lips and she was darting her tongue out to lick at the pre-come leaking from the tip.

Max grinned for the first time since entering the room and tapped his temple in answer.

Ahh. How could I forget? That damned mental connection.

“Wh-why aren’t you trying to kill me?”

I had to ask. I had to know.

Liz sucked the whole head into her mouth and hollowed out her cheeks with suction. It had been way too long since I had a blow job. ‘Cause really, the moan that I let out of myself? Embarrassing.

Max chuckled softly at the sound, “She’s good at that isn’t she?”

In between bouts of insanity, I managed to ask a very clever question:

“What?”

Inspiring wasn’t it?

What the hell was I doing? And furthermore what the hell were Liz and Max doing?

Max leaned over her back and moved her hair to the side before sucking a mark into her neck. She moaned around my cock and the vibrations made me tremble.

I looked up and saw Max reaching underneath her, moving towards the button at the top of her jeans. He quickly undid it and the zipper and soon she was leaning over my bed clad in a wet t-shirt and pink thong. The globes of her ass moved slightly to the rhythm of her bobbing head.

Max reached for the bottom of his shirt and pulled the material over his head, revealing his smooth chest. The chest that was always a golden brown and never had a hair on it. I had seen him shirtless countless times before, but this time was different. Very different. This time he was staring at me staring at him as he licked his lips. His leather pants hung low on his hips showing the indentions that led down, down into the point of no return.

If I died right now it would all be worth it.

Max smirked at me as if he could read my thoughts……Wait a cotton pickin’ minute…..could he?

Before I could ask him, and thoroughly embarrass myself further, he stood behind Liz and leaned over her slightly as he reached for the bottom of Liz shirt and started inching it up as he watched my face. He slid the material painstakingly slow, drawing out the reveal.

I always knew he was evil incarnate.

I looked down at Liz’s face and she was currently licking me like a lollipop causing shuddering breaths to leave my lips.

“Honey,” Max rumbled, “You’re going to have to stop so I can take off your shirt.”

Liz nodded as she gave me one last long lick from the base of my cock to the top and winked at me when she was through.

She was trying to kill me. They both were.

Now that I didn’t have her warm mouth on me I was able to start thinking slightly clearer once more, “Uh, hello? I mean I don’t mean to look a gift alien in the mouth, but what the hell are we doing? This is insanity.”

Max was currently turning Liz to face him and picking up her shirt the rest of the way. He tossed it to the side as her bare breasts spilled out. He leaned down and licked at the nipple closest to his mouth before answering me, “Don’t tell me you want to stop. You know as well as I do that’s not what you want.”

Before I could retort, Liz turned around and gave me my first full view of her naked breasts.

“Oh, damn.”

She leaned into my face and placed a finger against my lips, before replacing it with her mouth. She kissed me so softly it made my heart pound in yearning. I had missed her, this. It had been so long ago that I had first thought myself to be in love with her. So long ago that I had kissed her and held her romantically that when her tongue touched mine, I think I lost it. I raised my good arm and buried it into the strands of her hair and deepened the kiss. I laved the inside of her mouth and bit her bottom lip gently, the way Max had done so many times before when he thought no one was looking. The way I had wanted to do for years.

She responded eagerly before suddenly moaning into my mouth. It sounded so surprised that I broke the kiss and looked down and saw Max on his knees. Her thong was being held to the side with his thumb and his mouth was currently working her wet heat. He ate at her voraciously as Liz shifted slightly along my chest, bending over further so that he had better access. She moaned as she licked my nipple into hardness and I continued to hold her head in the palm of my hand, all thoughts of protest forgotten.

Max hummed in appreciation and licked from the bottom of her pussy all the way up over her ass. He finally stood up and licked his lips as he looked at me, “Want to know how she tastes?”

My eyes opened wide, “I um, would, love to, except I cant really move from this position…so either she climbs up on the bed or….”

Max chuckled and shook his head as he stepped forward, his leather pants doing nothing to hide the impressive erection he was sporting, “Maybe, we’ll get to that later.”

“E-evans….what…where….” I started to panic as he made his way closer to the bed and Liz started to move further down my body giving him room to stand beside me. “What are you doing?” I managed to whisper as he looked down at me.

“I asked you if you wanted to taste her. You said yes.”

I had a funny feeling I knew what he was going to do. But I didn’t know how I was supposed to react. This wasn’t supposed to happen this way. In fact, this was NEVER supposed to happen. This was only for my sick and twisted fantasies. My own personal ticket to hell.

Max wasn’t supposed to jump into my hand basket. He wasn’t supposed to be leaning into my face, letting me smell Liz’s essence on his mouth right before he crashed his lips down onto mine. However, that’s exactly what he did and instead of screaming bloody murder I groaned into his mouth and met his tongue with mine. I ate at his mouth and licked at his lips, trying to gather every bit of Liz’s excitement off of them.

Separately, they both tasted amazing. But together, they were like a hot fudge sundae to a fat chick on a diet.

Hey, I never said I was eloquent.

Max broke off from my lips, leaving us both gasping, “Well, I’ll be damned…” He whispered in wonder. “Liz knew what she was talking about.”

“Huh?”

Liz looked up from where she was currently arranging my bad ankle on a pillow. She smiled softly before climbing up onto the bed in between my legs. “I told him you listened to us at night and jerked off to us. I told him you unintentionally sent me images of your fantasies right when you came. I told him you wanted him almost as much as you wanted me.”

My eyes widened at the revelation and I mentally slapped my forehead. I hated not having complete control over my powers. But then again, if this was the result…maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing….

Before I could respond, I happened to look at Max and noticed his fingers working at the button at the top his pants. He slipped the zipper down and slid the pants down over his ass and down his legs. He was standing to the side of me in his black boxer briefs. His length was currently peaking out at me from the top and I immediately wondered how he would taste.

I heard Liz moan and looked down to her biting her bottom lip, “You really need to learn how to stop projecting images involuntarily.”

I gulped, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Oh?” She said to innocently, “So you didn’t just picture deep throating Max?”

I yelped. I was so not ready for that. “JESUS! LIZ!”

“What? You’re the one with the gutter mind.”

I glanced at Max and opened my mouth to try and deny it further but he surprised me by grinning at me before reaching down and grabbing my cock into his hand, stroking it strongly.

“Holy-.”

“Valenti, you really need to loosen up.”

I yelped again as I felt a mouth on my balls and saw Liz happily mouthing the soft skin.

Suddenly, Max laughed, “I don’t think he’s ready for that yet, Liz.”

“Ready for what?” I said in a panicky tone, “What?! Would you two stop talking in each others heads when there are other people in the room? Don’t you know how rude that is? I mean seriously watching you two—HOLY SHIT!”

Liz tongue was gently licking at my ass, massaging the hole. I gripped the sheet in my hand, my eyes darting in between her ass swaying the air and Max’s hand running up and down my cock.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck….”

Max silenced my words by reaching for my head and bringing my lips back to his. He blatantly swirled his tongue around mine, before letting my dick go and reaching for my good hand. He brought it down on his cloth covered cock and I couldn’t help but hesitate slightly. He grasped my wrist and squeezed his hand over mine. He was so hard, it must’ve hurt. He had yet to get any gratification throughout all of this and it was showing in the way his body was reacting. I felt at the exposed tip and the thick substance at the top was too tempting to pass up.

I broke away from the kiss and pushed him back just enough.

Max’s jaw clenched, “What you gonna do Valenti?”

I sneered up at him, “I’m gonna give you what you want.” I pushed the boxer briefs down and out of the way and before I could second guess myself, I swallowed him down my throat.

“Oh yeah.” Liz whispered.

I looked at her out of the corner of my eye and saw her blatantly staring at the both of us, lust sparkling in her eyes. I reached for her head and gently pushed her back to my straining cock.

Hey, if I was going to do this, might as well go all the way. Might as well fulfill every fantasy I’ve ever had.

She smiled up at me, before pulling me into her mouth, twisting her hand up and down my length in a corkscrew motion as she sucked me firmly.

I couldn’t help the shudder as I continued to suck at Max’s cock. The feel of him in my mouth was intoxicating and I think my enthusiasm made up for my lack of skills. I started to reach for his ass with my other hand so that I could grip it as I sucked him off but the immediate pain from my broken arm forced me to remove myself from his hardness.

“Shit.” I started to lean back in my bed when Max reached down and held my arm. I looked into his eyes as his hand glowed. Heat spread from my shoulder down to the wrist and I felt the pain fade. He released my arm, the cast now dissolved into nothing, and I moved it experimentally.

“Better?” He asked softly.

“Yeah.”

“Good.”

“Now get back to what you were doing before I stop what I’m doing.” Liz interrupted cheekily.

“Is that a threat Parker?” I said with a slight smile.

She winked at me, “You better believe it Valenti. Now take that tasty dick back into your-.”

“LIZ!” I yelped.

“What? I can’t talk dirty?”

“It just seems so, so foreign coming from you.”

“Oh, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

I couldn’t keep the incredulous look off my face as I felt Max gently bring my mouth back to his cock.

“Better do what she says, Valenti. She can be a terrible tease when she wants to.”

Not one to argue with a girl who has my sensitive manhood in her hands, I engulf him once more, following the urging of his hands as he brings me up and down his length.

I hear Max start to moan quietly and vaguely feel Liz climbing into my lap. Max hisses through his teeth as I unintentionally slide my teeth over the head. A hand grabs my cock once more and I release him with a pop and see a now fully naked Liz hovering over it. Her face very close to my own.

“Gee, thanks for distracting him, Liz.”

Nice to know even Saint Max can be sarcastic.

“I can’t help it if I’m sexier than you.” She teases then throws a sultry smile in my direction, “Ready, Kyle?”

I nod and run my hands up from the outside of her thighs and onto her hips where I grab hold. “You have no idea how long I’ve been ready.” I breathe.

Liz’s smile fades slightly and she gently takes a hold of one of my hands and brings the palm to her lips, kissing it softly. There was a knowing in her eyes that made my heart pound. She tilted her head to the side and her soft hair covered one side of her face as she brought my hand back down to her hip. Slowly, she slides me inside of her and as the heat envelopes me I groan loudly.

“God, you’re tight.” I manage to get out.

As she starts to pick up speed, I grip her hips in between my fingertips bringing her onto the down stroke almost roughly. Her head starts to loll back and I watch Max’s hand reach for her nipple and squeeze. He starts to lap at the other one, pulling it gently with his teeth.

The inside of her walls start to get creamier and pretty soon the wet sounds of our bodies start to overshadow our moans and sighs.

“Come here, Max.” Liz says.

Max kneels on the bed in front of her, his leaking cock bouncing slightly in her face. Liz hums deep in her throat and takes hold of him from the base before slipping it in her mouth. Max hisses through his teeth as he continues to ply at her nipple, his eyes fixated on my cock sliding in and out of his wife.

“She’s so wet, Kyle. Look at it seeping out of her.”

I look down and see my cock shining as she takes me roughly again and again. My head falls back against the pillows momentarily at the sight and I have to take deep breaths in order to calm myself down. Watching her wet curls take me over and over almost proved to be my undoing.

I moved my vision to the action directly in front of me and watch as Liz starts to deep throat Max. I look up into Max’s face and watch as his jaw clenches through a grunt.

Wonder how he’d take it if I started to lick his balls?

With a wicked grin, I sit up a little more, mindful of my strained back, and grab hold of his swinging balls with my lips. His startled gasp makes me moan over the heavy sacs in my mouth and I watch as Liz slowly brings his cock in and out of her mouth, sucking strongly.

“Oh God. I’m not going to last.” He warns, “Shit! Liz, I’m coming. Oh God, I’m coming.”

Both he and Liz moan loudly as the balls in my mouth tighten and start to pulsate. He comes down her throat and I watch as she swallows every drop.

It proves to be too much as she releases Max and starts to pound on me frantically.

“Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Liz keens loudly and as her walls contract around me I come so hard I see stars. My head falls back onto the pillows and I vaguely hear murmured words of endearment leave Max and Liz’s lips.

I close my eyes in an effort to get my heart back into my chest and I drift wondering when we can do it again……

When my eyes re-open, I realize I’m alone in my bedroom and the water is running in the bathroom. I reach down to fix the comforter around me and feel my boxers.

Wait…I was naked. How the hell did I get these back on? Did Liz put them back on me?

I blink my eyes rapidly in confusion and try to sit up further, but the pain in my lower back stops me.

Shit, that hurt.

I open my mouth to call out to Liz when the door opens and she steps out of the bathroom with the bin in her hands, filled with hot water.

“Ready, Kyle?”

“Ready for what?” Then I grin, “You gonna clean me in that special way again?”

Liz’s eyebrows furrow in confusion, before she gives me a disgusted look, “Keep it up Valenti and I’ll tell Max to sprain your other ankle.”

I gave her my own confused look, “Wha-.”

She rolls her eyes as she puts down the bin on the night table, “Now are you going to be a good little crippled boy or am I going to have to kick your ass myself?”

I shake my head in bewilderment. Was I in the fucking twilight zone?

“Liz, I mean really it’s not like we didn’t…you know…”

She gives me another one of those looks, “Know…what?”

I sigh in frustration, “You’re going to make me say it?”

Again she rolls her eyes, “Kyle, I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about but you need to get your sponge bath so I’m going to go get Selena and when you’re ready to stop speaking in code-.”

“Wait! What?” I exclaim, “Selena? Why are you going to get Selena?”

She impatiently places her hands on her hips, “To bathe you! Duh!”

My eyes widen and my mouth falls open, “No! No, you can’t! She’s freaking seventy-five years old, Liz!”

“And that’s exactly why she’s the one who’s going to do it, since you can’t keep your mitts to yourself!”

At her words, the door opens and in walks Selena, her gray hair pulled back from her face, a jovial smile on her lips as she pushes her sleeves past her elbows, “Hello, cutie-patootie. Ready for your bath scrumptious?”

“NO! Wait! Liz! Where are you going?”

“To go see Max, you big baby. Now take your bath like a man and stop whimpering like that!”

Selena winks at me right before she dips the washcloth into the bin and I let out a loud groan as I slap both hands over my face.

It couldn’t have been a dream! It was too vivid to be a dream. God, can I go back to sleep now and have the same dream?

Wait….something was off….

Slowly, I removed both of my hands from my face and look at them in confusion as I realize I was able to move the both of them freely.

But how? One of them was broken. If it was a dream…….

At that moment, I glance up and see both Max and Liz in the doorway as Grandma Selena starts to soap up my chest. Liz grins at me as she wiggles her fingers in a wave and Max winks long and slow, his chest bare, his leather pants hanging loosely off of him. My heart starts to pound as they both turn to leave the room and that’s when I see Max’s discarded bullet proof vest in the corner.

“And what are we grinning at, Patootie?”

I start to laugh softly and lay back into the pillows behind me, “Nothing. Nothing at all.”

Selena shrugs and continues to bathe me.

“Hey! Watch the merchandise!”
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