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For thenewnormal, post 1x13 - Spoilers

By the time Kyle took a moment to truly breathe and thing about what's happened, he is back at the hospital. Hours earlier he had been shot. Yeah, he's standing there, mostly fine, but he had been shot. His shooter is lying in a bed in a coma, Dr Valenti listed as his physician to be contacted immediately about any changes to his condition, and for now, it's over.

Except it isn't. Not at all. And everything is still madness around them, and Liz and Max and all of them are dealing with so much, he realizes that he has to make a call. One that maybe he should have made sooner, as soon as he realized that he was maybe being followed, but if he does nothing else before maybe deciding to drink himself into a matching coma, Alex needs to know about his dad.

Ignoring how cold his hands feel as he hits the buttons to dial Alex, ignoring how the entire world feels kind of distant from him, from what he's going through, moving down the hall from Jesse's room to try and get some privacy as he puts the phone to his ear, praying Alex is okay and that he will answer the phone. That he even can.

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Except Alex was holding him too tight, too close. The more they kissed, the more Alex wanted, and the more he wanted, the harder he got. After a minute, he realized Kyle's intent and indecision warred within him. Whether he should do this. How he should do this. All he needed to tell Kyle was that he'd won.

"Here, get off," he finally murmured. "I can't take anything off with you sitting there."

Except he was still holding onto Kyle's ass and squeezing, still leaning in to kiss along Kyle's neck. If Kyle got off, Alex was pretty sure that one of them was going to come to their senses and he knew it might very well be him.

He thought about suggesting the bed, but that almost seemed like the point of no return and he could always give Kyle a decent enough handjob or blowjob right here.

"What I was trying to do," he mutters, wincing though when he realizes what Alex meant, and not about them getting off in their jeans like this was high school under the bleachers.

For a brief moment there's a glimpse of that, of the times he'd been with Liz, with girls before they started dating, under the bleachers and making out like this. But for that moment, it's a glimpse of Alex and him like this. Alex's hands clutching at Kyle's Letterman jacket and Kyle's fingers hooked in the belt loop of those wide leg monstrosities that Alex sometimes wore. Thinking about eyeliner smeared and his lips lightly tugging on that earring and Kyle suddenly groans, wondering for a brief moment how this would have gone then.

Probably ending with a fight, he realizes, and he has no plans for this to end the same way.

He's terrified and scared and has no idea how this is even going to work, or how far it's going to go. He doesn't know what Alex might expect from him, and not like he hadn't a clue how this works but who's giving and who's receiving and it's the first conscious thought he's had since their lips met. He realizes one thing though... he doesn't want to worry about it. He trusts Alex enough that if he doesn't like something, he'll stop. That's all that matters, right?

Both of his hands cup Alex's face and Kyle kisses him like he's going to die if he doesn't do this. Like he needs it more than anything. Gasping as he breaks the kiss, his lips still against Alex's, nipping at his bottom lip.

"We really going to do this here," he murmurs. It's not like he doesn't love how it feels riding against Alex like this, but if they're moving to clothes off, that ever growing part of him that wants this wants to know why they're not getting into a bed, the floor, anything with more space.

A shudder went through Alex’s body. This was the make or break moment, the moment when he decided whether he was really going to do this. Talk about doozies of a rebound. But then Kyle kissed him and it was if he was sucked right back into that feeling of abandon that had started this. That feeling that Kyle was challenging him.

He finally took his hands off of Kyle’s ass and pressed both of them to his chest, pushing him just enough that he’d pull away from Alex’s mouth. Even though a part of him was tempted to watch Kyle sprawl on his ass.

“Off,” he ordered. “And give me a hand up.”

Fine, if Kyle wanted someplace different, they’d go to the bedroom and Alex would attempt to quiet that voice that was saying this was a bad idea and that one or both of them was going to end up hurting the other.

Hating that motion, hating moving away from kissing him again. There is something about kissing Manes in this moment where everything else melts away. Gone. Forgotten. Just this and them and it's all good.

And he's terrified that any moment it's going to stop and Alex is going to remember that he's in love with another, and that Kyle is the asshole that tormented him and shit, what the hell happened when he somehow suddenly wanted a guy this much. No. Not a guy. Alex Manes. This one particular guy that he'd had a crush on in his youth and apparently hadn't truly gotten over.

His knees feel weak when he stands, groaning as fabric rubs against his cock, against the hard length of his cock that is so noticeable through his jeans. He holds both hands out to Alex.

"You using the master bedroom?" He's spent a lot of time in this cabin, and he's making it clear that he isn't pretending to not know where this is heading. Unless one of them backs down still.

Alex glanced at Kyle's dick when Kyle got up and he let out a slow breath. All they'd really been doing to this point was making out. Alex knew from being drunkenly teased by his female friends - not Maria or Liz - that you didn't get hard just by kissing someone, not if you weren't actually attracted to them in the first place.

So Kyle wanted him. Really wanted him. He let out a shuddering breath and grabbed both of Kyle's hands, letting himself get pulled up.

"Yeah," he agreed, leaning in and kissing Kyle again briefly before grabbing his hand and leading him into the bedroom.

He let go when they were inside and turned, watching Kyle as Alex slowly lifted his own shirt over his head. He tossed it on the ground and then stepped back in, pressing bare chest to bare chest.

Kyle suspects if he backed down now, Alex wouldn't hate him. They might stay friends. Maybe. Except there's nothing in him at all that wants to stop this. Too hard from kissing Alex to even pretend he doesn't want this. Has for longer than he wants to remember because that brings up so much else, the horrible things he did. To Alex.

So instead he follows Alex, keeping tight hold of his hand until they're in the bedroom. Not wanting Alex to even leave, to move away, and so he's moving in instantly as Alex presses up against him.

"This is the part where I admit I don't have a lot of experience and you mock me, right?"

"I'm not going to mock you," Alex said. The truth, as far as it went. He would be good and angry later, when he'd had a chance to process just what they were doing, but he didn't want to spend that time to think about what this meant when Kyle was hot and hard against him. In fact, the longer he could keep from that line of thinking, the better as far as he was concerned.

He tugged Kyle back to the bed and sat on the edge, leaning back and pulling Kyle with him.

"I think this is what you're looking for?" he teased, popping open the button to his jeans. This was more what he had in mind instead of taunting Kyle. Teasing them both to the edge, not creating a situation that was bound to have them both angry and frustrated.

It feels crazy to be the age he is and suffering the amount of nervousness that is overwhelming him with being with another person. He rarely second guesses himself in a sexual situation but this isn't just any lover. This is Alex Manes, a fantasy he's pretended he hasn't held for years, and now he has a chance. Maybe just the one night, but that's all he needs or desires.

Or so he tells himself. For now though he just focusing on here and now and Alex.

"That's a start," he murmurs, brushing a soft kiss to Alex's mouth as he lets himself be drawn down onto the bed with Alex. Settling in against him with a groan, shifting slightly to the side to let him run a hand over Alex's stomach, teasing along the waistband of his pants as Kyle's mouth glides over his neck, kissing and nuzzling along his throat. Savoring the slight roughness, the taste of salt on his skin as Kyle's tongue darts out and over Alex's pulsepoint.

Alex's breath caught when Kyle's mouth left his. The act seemed more deliberate somehow. Maybe it was the fact that they'd changed locations. That they'd both made this decision to be in the bed rather than keep pretending that this was some game. But right now it felt like the entire world - and especially the room - was spinning and those lips on his neck were the only things keeping him grounded.

He reached for Kyle, one hand rubbing firmly against the outline of his cock. After all, Alex had to lead by example, even though he was fairly sure that Kyle could figure out the rudiments of a hand job, given he probably gave one to himself a few times a week.

He closed his eyes and arched his neck, letting out a soft moan. Whatever Kyle decided he wanted to do was fine with Alex so long as he didn't stop.

With another guy, Kyle might have been more aggressive, not worrying about how he does things so long as they both get off from it. While he may have fantasized about it, he's never really thrown himself into it. Not like this. No one has ever made him feel this way.

So maybe with another he would be more aggressive. That would be with anyone that wasn't Alex Manes. With Alex though all the rules change. Kyle feels changed having this moment.

Biting and kissing, playing along the muscles of Alex's neck. Just wanting to explore, to feel Alex's pulse against his lips, to feeling the way he moves, the sounds he makes. All because of what Kyle does to him.

And as he does, he works Alex's fly open, needing to get his pants open. Just enough he can slide his hand down, pushing past Alex's underwear. Moaning as his fingers brushed over Alex's cock.

Despite knowing the direction this had been heading in, Alex still froze briefly when he felt Kyle's hand. For a moment, it could go either way. But then he relaxed into the touch, cupping Kyle's jaw and pulling him back up so that they could keep kissing.

Better he keep himself as distracted as possible before this all caught up with him alcohol-fuzzy mind.

But since Kyle had given him the idea, Alex returned the favor and undid Kyle's jeans, spitting on the palm of his hand before slipping inside.

"Not laughing," he promised again.

Something about hearing Alex's voice then, even with the words as they are, he can't help but groan. God, he's never thought about how sexy Alex's voice is. Not until he hears it in that moment.

"Fuck, not going to laugh," he whispers, not sure why he would. Alex is touching him, and he doesn't care how much shock he's in, how much he's had to drink. He just cares about Alex touching him like that and it not stopping.

"Just, God, don't stop." He whispers, brushing a kiss along Alex's ear. "I need you."

Alex covered Kyle's mouth with his after that. He was trying his damndest not to think, not about what he'd seen today with Michael, not about what Kyle had told him earlier in the day, and definitely not about what Kyle was saying here and now. Thinking would mean feeling the impact of those words and the fact that Kyle wanted him. No, needed him, and that didn't sound like two guys getting each other off because it'd been a stressful day. His emotions were already all over the place. If he were let himself think about this... No.

So he focused on the kiss and on the feel of Kyle's cock in his hand and on the way that Kyle's hand was making him feel. His strokes were strong but slow. He wasn't in any hurry to get to the next part of this, where there were thoughts and memories and all the bullshit that went with the after.

If he could just come and make Kyle come and then sleep and pretend this day had never happened, that would be good. That would be the best outcome.

All of this is crazy and leaving Kyle feel as if the way that everything has been spinning for days is finally coming to a stop. Focusing on Alex, all of the pain and panic and confusion not mattering when things feel so amazing. Fantasies he had denied himself for years, and now they're real. Real and so much better.

Just kissing Alex is better than he'd dreamt of, but it's like memories and home and he can't stop kissing him. Moaning as he deepens the kiss, all teeth and tongue and a desperation he can't hide.

One that shows in the bucking of his hips, the way his body trembles. Knowing he's close, and not wanting to be. Somewhere deep down he knows that when this ends, it's likely over, and he wants anything but that.

Alex didn't know where he pulled the strength from, but he pushed himself away from Kyle. Maybe it was because somewhere he knew that he was going to let Kyle stay the night and he wanted Kyle to feel as vulnerable as Alex himself felt. So he tugged at Kyle's jeans and then sat up so he could start undoing his own clothes.

"Get undressed." It wasn't quite an order and he definitely wasn't looking Kyle in the eye, but, as he started getting undressed, including getting his prosthetic off, he kept glancing over to watch Kyle's body. Fuck, he was looking good, and that combined with the the way they'd both been that close to getting off meant that Alex hurried to get the rest of his clothes off.

Kyle was done long before Alex was, so when Alex finished getting his underwear off, he slid back onto the bed and reached for Kyle.

Get undressed.

It's not like he hasn't heard those words before. Hell, he's said them often enough. But he's hearing them from Alex Manes, and it's like a half dozen different fantasies coming true and he isn't sure what to do for a minute. Freezing, as he just watches Alex for a minute, staring because he can't believe this is happening.

His heart races, chest already starting to heave a bit as he tries to catch his breath. Giving a shake of his head, making himself focus on what he should be doing and not just staring at Alex and thinking about what he wants. He's here now, and that's more important than what he's fantasized about.

Not bothering to keep track of his clothes as he strips down, settling onto the bed with a soft sound as the combination of air on bare skin, and the sight of Alex naked almost overcomes him.

Arching into his touch, sliding his hand along his side, over the curve of his hip as he leans in, wanting to kiss him once more. No, needing to. It feels utterly like a need welling up within him. Not even second guessing this moment. Maybe tomorrow he'd panic but for now he just wants more.

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