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Warning: Rated [MA] Mature Adults only. Contains m/m hanky panky.
Title: erastes
Series: Roswell
Author/pseudonym: Hellblazer
E-mail address: havisham06@yahoo.com
Rating: MA
Pairing: Max/Valenti
Date: 18 October 2001
Disclaimers: Don't own these characters, WB and the rest do. No copyright infringement is intended or inferred
Warnings: adult themes, m/m, underage/inter-species sex.
Spoilers: Second season.
Summary: What’s in it for Valenti. A pwp of no redeeming value.
Notes: Okay, everything in this is illegal, from the fact that Max is a few months shy of his 18th birthday to the gender of his chosen partner, not to mention the whiff of inter-species sex. If it’s any consolation, Max is the one with the power in this relationship. This is part of a long brewing idea about just what exactly is in it for Valenti, that he’d be willing to sacrifice his job and his son for Max.
Oh, and it was written between midnight and 2 am after Roswell, which probably doesn't excuse it, but there you go. We're only halfway through Season Two down here, as well, so forgive me if it all seems hilariously au and quaintly out of date by now. The Max worship/gushing is Valenti's, not mine by the way. Really, it isn't.
His fingertips reverently trailed down the smooth planes of chest, almost not daring to touch, yet unable to stop himself.
He’d sold his soul to touch this skin. His soul, his job, his family. Just to touch this…perfection. Whatever alien technologies his people possessed, they hadn’t messed about when they’d created Max. Whoever his people were, they knew about beauty.
Max knew the power of that beauty. He asked Valenti for protection, and in return, he let Valenti drive him up here and touch him.
Max’s eyes closed, his head tilted back as Valenti’s hand slid into his open jeans, cuppingg his balls, squeezing slightly, then Valenti’s hand coiled round his shaft and pushed him hard through Valenti’s hot tight fist. Oh, god. He came, warm and sticky over Valenti’s fingers. Alien seed. Valenti traced his lips tenderly and he licked Valenti’s salty fingertips, sucking upon them slightly, hearing Valenti’s breath hitch.
Max gave Valenti this, and the life of his son, because he needed Valenti’s silence, Valenti’s protection. He also needed…someone who could make the hard decisions for him, someone who could understand, someone who could share his burden. Someone who would help keep his secret and protect the others. Someone who could show him how to be a man.
Max kissed Valenti, long and slow, then stepped up onto the hood of Valenti’s departmental car. He sat there for a moment, leaning back, fully knowing his power over Valenti, knowing how much Valenti wanted to touch and hold his bare torso. Then he lay back on the warm metal, resting his arms above his head staring up at the night sky filtered through the tree branches.
Valenti unzipped and stroked himself hard. God, the boy was so beautiful.
Max turned his head, watching Valenti work himself. Their eyes met for a long silent moment, bringing Valenti to the very brink as he furiously pumped.
Max reached down and easily shucked the rest of his clothes, pulling his legs up.
Max.
Valenti fumbled lube and condom with shaking hands. Max smiled at him, indulgent, patient, relaxed, ready and waiting.
Valenti leaned forward, his hand running down Max’s thigh. So strong, so newly adult, precision made, perfect symmetry and form. His hand travelled that chest again, reaching up to stroke over throat and cup Max’s face fondly. Then his hand rested on Max’s shoulder, closed over it and gripped it hard as he began to ease his way in.
Max watched him, then looked up at the stars as Valenti pushed all the way in. Valenti stayed there a moment, surrounded by Max in his hot tight embrace. Closing his eyes, Max flexed and twisted his hips.
Oh, god. Valenti let himself go, pounding into that hot young arse, faster, long and deep, hitting the spot that made Max actually close his eyes and whisper "Yes". Valenti burst over the edge, heart thrumming, skin tingling. He pulled Max up into his arms and kissed him hungrily, his thumb rubbing over that hard young cock head, skin slipping in oil, making Max twitch and come again, the little bastard. Valenti envied that firm young cock, the feel of it pulsing gently against his fingers like warm wet silk.
Max’s fingers were tangled in his chest hair, Max’s tongue was fucking his mouth. Oh, god. He managed one last pulse, one last jolt of pleasure before he withdrew.
Max lay back, sprawled naked and wanton across the sheriff’s car.
Valenti, the rush fading, dressed himself with clumsy hands.
May lay there a little longer, letting Valenti look at him under the moonlight, until he sensed the Sheriff ‘s growing discomfort. Max slid off the hood and pulled his clothes on with an easy grace.
He was so quiet, but so well built. The kid could have been on the football team, if he hadn’t needed to hide in plain sight.
Max picked up his school bag and threw it into the back seat. They slid into their seats in silence.
Valenti paused, one hand resting on the steering wheel.
Max reached across and kissed him again. Hot and powerful. A man’s kiss. This was no child. Max had grown up, fast. Too fast. His beard grazed Valenti’s before he released him.
"You okay?" Valenti had to ask, suddenly unsure, suddenly guilty.
Max reassured him with a smile, a touch to his cheek. Yes. He’d saved Kyle for Valenti, because…because he owed him so much.
Valenti patted Max’s knee, squeezing it, then twisted the key in the ignition.
"Time to get you home," he observed, breaking the silence. Their eyes met again, followed by lips and searching tongues and hands, then Valenti forced himself to pull free. It was late. It was a school night.
Their usual modus operandi: he dropped Max off at the end of his block and watched the boy walk home, until he got to his house. Then the Sheriff would quietly drive away. Back to his own house, back to a softly snoring son on the couch, back to an alien who could smell Max all over him but said nothing.