Tripping the Lines
Author: Lindsay
Category: Max/Kyle, the Dream Team
Rating: ADULT
Disclaimer: The characters of Roswell belong to The WB, Melinda Metz, and UPN. No infringement intended.
Summary: Slashy Goodness; AU no-aliens
Author’s note: The result of a sleepless night of staring at Nick Wechsler, then Jason Behr…Nick Wechsler…Jason Behr. Damn hormones. Pretty sure this is just a one-parter, if not, I'll let y'all know.
<center>Tripping the Lines</center>
“You lose again, my friend,” Kyle Valenti chortled, tossing his hand of cards onto the table as he slouched back in his chair, chewing on the end of a toothpick and grinning mercilessly at the frowning expression of the person sitting across from him. Sandy brown hair fell over his forehead, nearly obscuring his blazing blue eyes from view. “Read ‘em and weep.”
“You cheated,” Max Evans decided, picking up the handful of cards and checking them all as if he expected one of them to magically transform before his eyes. “You had to have cheated. You suck at poker, Valenti.”
“Hey, sucking is one of the things I do best,” Kyle wiggled a brow, leaning further back so that the front legs of his chair came up off the ground. “But tonight must be my night.”
Max huffed, licking his lips in indignation. He fell back and ran a hand through his close-cropped black hair, spiking the tips further as he glared at his roommate through eyes the color of aged brandy. When he spoke, his voice was rough. “All right, call it.”
The statement was made with no small measure of insolence, mouth sulky and eyes hooded. They both knew Max hated giving up any measure of control, at least on the surface. He was a dominant who played up every aspect of his supremacy, rarely putting himself in the position to be manipulated. Which is exactly what Kyle planned to do with his way-too-hot and oftentimes repressed best friend and roommate.
Kyle was blatantly gay, Max was bi with a tendency towards women. In fact, the only reason Kyle had managed to discover that interesting tidbit concerning his friend’s sexuality was by catching Max jacking himself off while watching football. Apparently his friend had a serious yen for tight pants and asses.
Smoothly stepping in, Kyle had offered his consolation – of course – and proceeded to receive the hottest fuck of his life. The kind where you didn’t smoke a cigarette afterwards, you smoked a whole fucking pack and still couldn’t settle your nerves. He and Max had screwed off and on for the past few months, but his friend had never let him near his cherry ass.
Not that Kyle disliked being a bottom boy, point of fact he loved it. He was damn comfortable enough in his own masculinity to take a cock up his ass and still make dick and fart jokes the next day. He wasn’t exactly shameless, though it was close. But he still liked to top with the best of them, and he really wanted to top Max. The fucker just wouldn’t cooperate.
Well, he would tonight. Kyle had planned out every detail, gotten hard just thinking of the ways he would make his friend beg for his cock by the end of the evening. And they all coalesced in a satisfying, sweaty, hard fuck where he took Max Evans' ass like a friggin’ freight train. Choo-fucking-choo.
Caught up in his fantasies and unaware of the wicked grin that had stretched across his lips, he wasn’t prepared when Max reached out and hooked his ankles around the base of his chair, sending Kyle crashing to the floor as he lost his balance.
“What the fuc—”
Max laughed, crossing his arms in satisfaction as Kyle sat up and scowled up at him. “Hurry the hell up and pick your poison, pussy boy. Don’t play like sex isn’t what you want. So…how do you want it?”
“Oh, no you don’t,” Kyle shook his head, tsking beneath his breath as he stood up and leaned forward to trap Max in between his arms and the wall. “You aren’t gonna talk to me like that, brush it off. I won and I’m gonna get what I want. And this time, you’ll be the one to take it. That’s how it works.”
“What are you talking about?” Max drawled casually, although there was a faint wariness creeping in his gaze. “You want a blow job or something? Fine, I can eat cock.”
“Nope.” Kyle shook his head.
“I’ll rim you, but you’re taking a shower first,” Max raised his arms, tucked them behind his head as his tongue ran across his lips provocatively as he held Kyle’s gaze.
“Hmm, tempting…but nope.”
Max’s easy grin slipped and he began to look frustrated as Kyle reached down and rubbed his cock through his jeans. Eyes on the prize, Max rumbled, “I’m not spanking your hairy ass, Valenti, so give that shit up right now. I’m not that gay.”
“First off, my ass ain’t hairy,” Kyle chuckled, unsnapping his jeans and letting them ride low as he thrust his hips forward. “But no, I don’t need a spanking, daddy. Thanks for thinking of your bad little boy, though.” He punctuated the teasing comment with a wink and had the pleasure of seeing Max’s flustered expression as he stared at the gap revealed in his pants.
“What the hell do you want?” Max nearly growled, fingers twitching as he took in the heavy ridge straining against the white jockey shorts. Kyle watched the struggle for control play across Max’s features and triumph began to rise inside of him.
“I want a lot of things,” Kyle murmured with a shrug. “Donald Trump’s bank account, world peace, no more Britney Spears… but right now I’ll take that hand-job you so obviously want to deliver.”
Before Max could reply, he shoved his jeans and boxers down his legs and smirked as his cock bobbed forward, thick and ready to be serviced. Whatever Max had planned to say in response died in his throat as he stared, and Kyle nearly groaned when he licked his lips. He glanced up from beneath the fringe of hair, eyes heavy with arousal as he quirked a brow.
“Do it,” Kyle urged softly, stepping closer. “Touch me.”
“This is what you want?” Max tried for audacious but only sounded eager to begin as his fingers hovered above Kyle’s length.
“Part of it,” Kyle smirked. His eyes nearly crossed when his roommate’s callused palm finally closed over his cock, stroking roughly. “Shit…”
“Yeah, you fucking like that, don’t you baby?” Max chuckled, regaining the upper hand as he sat up and tugged Kyle closer.
Giving himself over to the desire he felt for Max, Kyle sighed and closed his eyes, simply enjoying the way Max’s fingers squeezed and milked his dick. He became lost in pleasure, splaying his legs further apart as Max reached a hand in between them and tickled his sac. “Aw yeah, that’s good…”
“C’mere and I’ll do you one better,” Max’s hoarse voice stilled his thoughts and actions. Heart thudding loudly, Kyle gazed down into dark gold eyes and found himself moving forward, nearly straddling his roommate’s lap as Max continued to stroke him, eyes locked on Kyle’s.
“What are you…” Kyle trailed off as Max’s gaze went to his lap, watching the movements of his fingers against his cock. Kyle’s head fell back with a groan, his throat working spasmodically as he swallowed in anticipation. Max’s intentions were more than clear.
“I’m gonna make you feel fucking good, Valenti,” Max answered the unfinished question, his voice silky and sexy as he pumped Kyle’s shaft once, twice, paying special attention to the head on the last pass. “Shit…look at you.”
“Goddamn!” Kyle nearly jumped out of his skin when Max bent and took the head of his cock into his mouth, his tongue circling as his lips began a soft suction. Kyle’s hands buried in dark locks, his pulse pounding as his mouth fell open in short gasps. “Max…fuck!”
“Kyle…” Max hummed around his cock as he glanced up flirtatiously from beneath his lashes, taking in another inch of Kyle’s flesh. His hands played at the hem of Kyle’s cotton shirt, sliding up beneath to feel the densely ridged muscle beneath. “Nice,” he purred, pulling back and holding Kyle’s hotly bewildered gaze before slipping his palms down, squeezing his backside. “Damn, you’ve got a nice ass, roomie…”
Kyle’s answer was lost when Max began licking the length of his cock again, occasionally taking the entire thing in his mouth and suckling with barely leashed passion. Kyle’s hips worked against his will, surging himself deeper into Max’s mouth even as he shook his head no. “No…Max…fucking aye!”
He groaned as Max deep-throated him to the base, his fingers curling in Max’s hair and pulling him closer as his eyes fell shut. A ragged sigh escaped his throat as he felt the silky heat of Max’s mouth working him over.
Max continued playing at his ass, softly running one finger down the tight crevice and dragging forth another shuddering moan from Kyle as he sucked harder on his cock. “Still want me to stop?” he murmured in a gruff tone, pulling away to palm Kyle’s flesh as Kyle stared down at him through glassy eyes.
With great strength, Kyle groaned out, “Y-Yes…stop sucking me, man…I’m gonna come.”
“Isn’t that the idea?” Max smirked. He began to lower his head again on Kyle’s dick, but Kyle grabbed his hair and jerked his eyes back up.
“Your turn,” he managed thickly, and fell to his knees, his fingers ripping and tearing at the button of Max’s fly. “I want my mouth on your dick so bad right now, Evans.” His voice was silky and sexy as he slid Max’s zipper over his bulging erection. He didn’t bother to shove the jeans to the floor, just widened the gap and reached in to close his fingers around his friend’s cock. “Well, lookie what we got here…”
“Aw fuck, man!” Max’s head fell against the wall with a thunk as he arched his hips towards Kyle. “Do it. Suck me…”
Kyle didn’t bother to draw out the anticipation, mouth watering as it closed over Max’s impressive erection. He let out a moan of appreciation that mingled with Max’s ragged sigh as he began laving the thick length, tonguing the velvety underside like a starving maniac.
“That’s right…” Max gasped, grasping Kyle’s head and shoving it further into his lap. “Hell, Valenti, you give the best head.”
In response, Kyle took him all the way to the base and listened in satisfaction as Max was momentarily deprived of words. The stiffening of his thighs and the blood pounding through his cock was answer enough. Kyle struggled to ignore his own aching erection, focusing on Max while he prepped his friend for what was sure to be an eventful night.
When Max was groaning and coming partway off the chair, he teased his hand between his legs, probing at the puckered forbidden entrance. Immediately Max froze, his breath coming harsh and heavy as he grunted, “What the fuck are you doing?”
Kyle looked up and met his eyes, amusement shining in his. “What I want,” he purred dangerously, licking around the head of Max’s cock and pulling away to sit back.
They remained locked in a silent battle for passing seconds, Max narrow-eyed and throbbing, Kyle aching and appraising. He dropped a hand to his own lap, palming himself and dragging forth a groan. “I’d be gentle, Max. I’ll make it good, I swear,” he pleaded, groaning again at the thought of coming in Max’s hot, tight ass.
“Finish it,” Max growled, lost in a sensual haze as his erection throbbed for release. “Fucking put your mouth back…ahh…” He gasped when Kyle took him again, this time showing no mercy to his delicate state as he dragged his teeth lightly up and down each ridge, using his tongue to lave away the sting.
Kyle knew the minute it became too much, and he backed off and came to his feet. Teeth bared in sexual need, he grabbed Max by the shoulders and forced him to the floor. Max rolled over onto his stomach, having ceded to the inevitable as he lowered his head to the floor and thrust his ass towards Kyle. “Fuck me then.”
“Oh, I will,” Kyle growled, grabbing his hips and jerking him backwards so that his dick brushed Max’s ass. “I’m gonna take this ass…get ready, baby.”
He quickly applied a condom he’d grabbed from his nearby jeans, then began rubbing Max’s hot entrance, releasing a gob of spit from his mouth and spreading it across his hole as he worked a finger up inside. “Oooh baby…you’re tight,” he purred, laying his forehead against Max’s broad shoulder. “You’ve really never done this before, have you?”
“Fuck no,” Max answered roughly. “And if you don’t hurry up, I’m gonna juice across the damn floor, pal. Fuck me, already!”
Kyle couldn’t help but laugh at Max’s demanding tone, despite his prone position. So typical of his dominating friend. He’d see what he could do to make him lose that infamous control. “Then batter down, baby, ‘cuz here I come…”
He slid in smoother than he’d expected, Max’s inner walls hugging him like a hot glove as he breached his virgin ass. They both jerked and groaned, both feeling different emotions. Kyle held himself still, allowing his friend to grow accustomed to his length piercing his backside. “Lemme…lemme know when you’re ready,” he managed, fingers digging into his hips to keep from thrusting.
Max arched his back, the movement so blatantly sensual that it stole his breath. “God, you’re packing down there, aren’t you pal? Or does it always feel like someone shoved a tree-trunk up your ass?”
“Wow, Max, I’m flattered.”
“Oh, shut the hell up and fuck me. I’m ready,” Max wiggled his hips. “Let’s get this show on the road. You want it so bad, top me. Show me what you’re made of, Valenti.”
Kyle grunted in answer, and pulled out just enough to slide himself back inside. The movement caused a delicious friction for both males, who groaned and arched towards one another.
With every thrust, sweat began to pour from their bodies as they groaned and writhed. Kyle lifted one knee so as to better angle himself inside Max, the action brushing against the sensitive swelling deep inside Max, who sucked in a breath and groaned harshly before grinding into the floor and coming in rough pants.
“Shit, you bastard! Harder, dammit! Oh, Kyle…fuck!”
The spasmodic clenching of Max’s orgasm and his heated words triggered Kyle’s own orgasm as he panted growled and began driving himself harder, deeper. When Max reached back and squeezed his ass, he threw his head back and shouted as he came hot and hard inside of his friend and lover. He let out a harsh curse, yanking Max forward as he sighed, “Yeah…Max…ahh…” with every spasm of pleasure.
Max made throaty sounds of encouragement, squeezing the cheeks of Kyle’s behind and rubbing against him as the two males bathed in sexual satisfaction. Kyle fell to the floor beside his roommate, throwing an arm across his face as he breathed heavily.
“Hell,” was Max’s hoarse assessment. Kyle caught the wonder and satiation coloring his friend’s voice and smirked. “What the hell got into you, pal?”
“I play to win,” Kyle managed, grinning as he imagined next week’s game, and the possible outcome.
