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This is the interlude of how fratbro!Michael and emogay!Alex got together the night of the frat party. Be warned, here there be smut. Part one, part two, and part three exist already

Alex woke up, groggy and sweaty, senses slow in a way only a night of drinking and smoking get him. The room came into focus a little at a time, dark colored walls lined with posters of football players and…Ruth Bader Ginsberg? Fairy lights and random lamps litter the walls and floor. He tried to move and realized he was alone in an unfamiliar bed, sheets pooled around him, and he was entirely naked.

The hangover wasn’t bad enough for Alex to not remember what had happened last night. He was so fucked. Literally.

Last Night:

The party was full. The house was warm, bodies everywhere, music blaring loud enough to beat through his whole body. Alex squeezes through the gyrating masses, with Guerin close behind him. Alex felt an itch all over his body, the day’s frustration, lack of alcohol, and Guerin’s shirtlessness were all wounding him up fast.

Guerin grabbed his elbow and dragged him to the kitchen, where a giant pool bucket sat on the counter, neon blue liquid halfway full.

“Let’s get you drunk,” Guerin declared, making Alex roll his eyes. The kitchen was empty, so Alex could breathe a little, think a little clearer.

Guerin proceeded to make good on his claim, plying Alex with cup after solo cup of burning liquid. The drinks burned going down at first, but Alex needed a win, so he stopped thinking and accepted every cup Guerin handed him. Random dudes kept walking into the kitchen to chat up Guerin, and Alex realized most of them had to be his frat bros.

Alex felt hot, muscles loose from drinking, body heating. He must have lost his coat at some point, and he took off his sweater too. Leaning back against cool kitchen counter, watching Guerin do some caveman heterosexual dance with his fratbros, Alex realized he needed to slow down on the drinking.

Alex instead spent the time staring at Guerin - his stupid perfect body, and those stupid curls. Guerin, with his tiny waist, and an ass that wouldn’t quit. Alex wanted a whole night to worship that ass, on his knees, on his back, any way he could. Guerin’s lips that looked like they belonged stretched around Alex’s cock, long lashes that Guerin would look up through as he stayed on his knees.

Alex looked around to grab another drink, anything at this point, to stop this insane horny for Guerin loop he was caught in. But then he felt a body crowding him, and turning around came face to face with a smirking Guerin.

“You like what you see, Manes?” Guerin’s voice was low and scratchy, eyes on Alex’s lips. Alex couldn’t help but return the favor, and felt heat pool low in his stomach.

“You wish, Guerin,” Alex tried, voice trembling from the effort. Guerin’s smirk turned deeper.

Guerin tilted his head and brushed his lips along his jaw, caging in his body with arms on the counter on both sides. “I saw the way you were looking at me. Do you. Like. What. You. See?” he asked, punctuating his question with soft brush of his lips traveling up Alex’s jaw. Alex felt his breath stutter.

“You mean a sweaty drunk frat dude who probably thinks Tarantino is poetry, but probably can’t recite a single line of actual poetry? I see him, sure,” Alex knew he was being harsh, but the alcohol had loosened his tongue already.

The lips on his jaw stop moving, and Guerin pulled back to stare. “That’s what you think about me, Alex?” he asked, eyes flashing in a way that was entirely too sober for Alex’s good.

Before he could even think of a response, Guerin put his arms around Alex’s waist and pulled him close. “I think I could run laps around you with poetry, emo boy,” he said, voice low and dangerous. Alex would deny the responding whimper till his dying day.

Guerin’s smirk was infuriating. “I bet I can suck your brains out through your dick,” he said.

Alex smiled, this was a challenge he could easily win. “Okay,” he said, “lead the way, bro.”

Guerin grinned bright for a split second, then pushed off him only to grab his hand and pull him up towards the stairs. The people dancing and making out on the stairs greeted them, and more than a few of Guerin’s “brothers” thumped his shoulders in approval. Alex barely remembered the walking until he was suddenly in a room, and the door was being closed behind him.

As soon as the door closed, Alex pounced. Shoving Guerin on to the bed, he climbed over and straddled him. “Let’s see if you’re all talk now, dude,” Alex said, making quick work of Guerin’s belts and shorts. Guerin had him out of his shirt halfway already before Alex’s brain kicked into gear and he moved, taking a moment to remove his clothes and shoes.

Oh fuck.

Guerin, standing gloriously naked, with his strong thighs, and thick cock, was a wet dream come to life. Alex couldn’t decide if he wanted that cock in his mouth, or inside him, or create a sculpture to worship at for the rest of his life.

Guerin smirked, seeing Alex’s stare. Grabbing lube from...somewhere, Guerin stalked closer and pushed Alex back on the bed.

Alex pushed up on his elbows and raised an eyebrow. “You want a written invitation, Guerin?”

“Oh so you do know my name. So I know you’ll be screaming the right name later.”

Alex rolled eyes and waved his hands in a universal gesture of ‘get to it already.’

Guerin slid down his chest, lips a hot brand on his nipples, then his chest and stomach, finally coming to rest at the base of Alex’s cock. He stayed a moment, mouthing at the base, making Alex’s eyes roll back in his head.

Alex forced his eyes open, just in time to see Guerin swallow him whole, lips stretched obscene around his cock, sweaty curls plastered on his forehead. Alex wanted to push his fingers into those curls and pull. So that’s what he did. The resulting moan from Guerin vibrated up from his cock all the way behind his eyes. Alex couldn’t breathe.

Guerin pulled off for a moment to breathe, and bite the inside of Alex’s thigh, making him keen. He went back to his ministrations with a diligence no straight boy should be able to, and Alex silently apologized for making assumptions about Michael Guerin. Almost as soon as he started though, Guerin stopped and pulled off completely and Alex couldn’t help but whimper at the loss.

“You’re not straight, are you?” he asked between squirming from Guerin’s hand on his dick.

Guerin smirked. “Welcome to the SigEp party. It’s a real bisexual blast around here.”

Alex used the pause to flip them over, and pinned Guerin’s wrists down. “Well let me show you how I party, Guerin,” he said, grabbing the lube with one hand and got to work on himself.

He teased himself slowly, making sure his fingers were slow and deliberate. Alex had to close his eyes, lips parting as the first finger entered him. Beneath him, Guerin’s breathing got heavier.

“Oh fuck, fuck let me see Alex,” he pleaded, trying to get up from his position. Alex pushed him back with a hand on his chest. But he quickened the pace, knowing neither of them were going to last long anyways. Grabbing a condom, he put it on Guerin, relishing the groan he heard when he touched Guerin’s dick.

Lowering himself slowly, Alex bent over, nipples brushing Guerin’s, lips close. He moved his hips a little, enjoying the way it made Guerin throw his head back with a groan, eyes closed. Guerin’s hands came up to circle Alex’s waist, long clever fingers moving him just the right way to punch a moan out of both boys.

Alex moved over to kiss Guerin, biting his lips and moving his tongue with his. Guerin looked and felt exquisite, and Alex couldn’t even begin to remember why he was so angry at the boy earlier. He wanted to keep kissing those lips, keep his fingers deep in those curls. He pulled back a little and stared at Guerin, who stared right back, eyes wide and soft and full of awe.

“I like my body when it is with your body. It is so quite new a thing,” Alex whispered lips right on Guerin’s. “and possibly i like the thrill of under me you so quite new.”

“Fuuuuck you Alex,” Guerin responded, in the same low tone, “Cummings, really?” Alex smiled, of fucking course Guerin knew his poetry. He snapped his hips up to move them faster, but Alex didn’t let him continue. They moved in rhythm, in sync with each other’s breathing, not fast, but not slow either.

Alex closed his eyes and moved his hands all over Guerin’s chest, pinching his nipples, circling his shoulders. In turn Guerin moved his hands from Alex’s waist to his thighs, cursing every time Alex snapped his hips and clenched around him.

Alex didn’t even know when Michael moved up and swung them over so he was on top. The next time Alex opened his eyes, it was to see Michael looking down into his eyes, golden curls framing his face, lips upturned in a soft smile.

“Of everything I’ve seen, it’s you I want to go on seeing,” Guerin spoke softly, deliberately. His voice wrapped around the diminished alcohol haze of Alex’s mind. “Of everything I’ve touched, it’s your flesh I want to go on touching.” Alex had to put a hand to his mouth to stop him from continuing, Guerin’s voice and Neruda’s poem mixed in his mind, fireflies of something more than desire.

Guerin stopped as if he understood what just happened, and moved one of his hands to grab Alex’s dick instead. Alex closed his eyes and let the strength of Michael Guerin’s body, his undeniably male smell, his smoke on whiskey voice carry him into a powerful orgasm. He felt more than heard Michael coming soon after, but he couldn’t find the strength to open his eyes.

They stayed there for a moment, Michael on top of Alex, still and inevitably there. He heard Michael get up with a loud groan and took a second to appreciate the view as he got up to get rid of the condom and grabbed a towel to clean them both up. Once they were both relatively non-sticky, Michael grabbed Alex and arranged them under the covers, snugly covering Alex as if he was a precious stuffed toy.

“So,” Guerin started, and Alex tried not to groan, “I totally rocked your world and won that challenge. Now you have to go out with me.”

Alex rolled his eyes, “there were no challenge and we never agreed to any terms. You also failed to ‘suck my brains through my dick’ like you said.”

“Admit it, dude, you lost.” Guerin pulled him in even tighter. “And we’re going out tomorrow.”

“Fine,” Alex grumbled, “now go the fuck to sleep.”

Silence settled around them easily, even though Alex could hear the noises of the party below, but they were muffled, distant.

Michael pushed his face into Alex’s neck, lips brushing skin. “Alex, I like kissing this and that of you,” Guerin’s smile was wide against Alex’s neck as he whispered.

“Me too, Michael.”

*** Now

When he got out of the bathroom, with a clear head and brushed teeth, Alex realized Michael stood at the door, recently showered and dressed. An uncharacteristically nervous look on his face, a drastic change from the ultra confident Michael he met last night.

“That was quite some drinking last night, Manes,” he said. Alex realized with a jolt he was being given an out, a way to sweep last night under the rug and end all possibility of any conversation with Michael right there and then.

Alex moved closer and put his hand on Michael’s chest, and looked up into amber eyes, and smiled.

“i like your body. I like what it does, I like its hows,” he said softly. He watched as Michael’s face lit up, eyes bright. “I like to feel the spine of your body and its bones -”

Michael didn’t let him finish, pulling him in with both hands on his waist, kissing him deeply. The kiss was unhurried, not laced with drunken lust. Here in the sober light of morning, Alex kissed this lovely boy, a rowdy frat boy, a secret poet.

They pulled apart to beam at each other, and this was so much better. The delight on Michael’s face that was reflected on his own, and the knowledge that they had found each other at the beginning of something, settled in his bones.

This was going to be fun.

#roswell new mexico #malex #malex fic #michael guerin #alex manes #my fic #my writing #fratbro!Michael #emogay!Alex #college au #this turned out a lot softer than I anticipated #but here ya go #next up we meet echo #and maybe maribel

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