Kyle knows he should say something. Hell, Kyle knows he should back up and back off and laugh it off that Alex was right, he is too chicken for this. And yet, instead, he's kissing Alex. He's settled on Alex's lap, arching into him as he feels that roll of his hips.

Groaning once more, pressing his knees wider, letting himself press to Alex, grinding against him with soft, needy sounds. Letting his hands slide down, working to get his fingers beneath Alex's shirt and moaning as he felt the heat of Alex's skin against his palms. He's thought about this a time or two since Alex had come back to Roswell and maybe it was wrong but just this once he was going to be selfish.

Even if he suspects that by the time sobriety hits Alex, this isn't going to happen again.