#Michael guerin x alex manes

[infallible-dreamers]

If I could tell the stars about you

11/11 finale

Finally finished... 84 years later. Read it on AO3

Alex walked back through the Pony doors alone. The encounter with Michael still playing in his mind, kept a subtle smile on his face. Michael had the guts to admit what Alex had been feeling for some time. But Michael, between kisses just whispered a tender apology and quiet admission of how he’d been feeling. And Alex knew the years of egos and poor communication couldn’t be solved in an instant, he just wanted to be kissed by the cowboy.

As he grabbed his jacket, he caught Liz’s eyes. She was short but as perceptive as a hawk, abandoning Max she bounded over. “Where are you going?”

“Home.” He replied, it wasn’t a lie. 

“Wait, really?” Liz looked apologetic, before whispering, in front of her oblivious fiance who had caught up, “I can send these guys off.”

Alex simply laughed and put his arms through his jacket sleeve, telling her not to worry. “I think I should probably call it a night.”

She studied his face, and then finally sighed, unable to figure out what exactly had changed in the last quarter hour, “Okay, but I promise next time it’ll just be us.” Alex nodded.

Michael didn’t come back into the pony. Alex expected the other to have followed him back in at some point, at least say goodbye to his siblings.

Alex was surprised to see the cowboy still standing by his Jeep. Michael bit his upper lip trying and failing at hiding the elation he had when he saw Alex approach through the parking lot.

“You waited?”

“Of course, we’d said we’d talk?”

Alex let out an exasperated chuckle, still processing the surreal night. “I thought you might have left…”

“Nah… just couldn’t face Isobel.” He said, “they kind of know how I feel about you now.” He awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck as Alex's lips formed a tight line and he lifted a brow, “She would know what’s up as soon as she saw my face.”

“You told them?”

“Is that okay?”

Alex nodded, “I didn’t think you would.”

Michael took a step forward and slipped his hand into Alex’s jacket onto his back, “Well, I wanted to… We’re not the same kids we were back in highschool…” Michael paused as he continued to stare at Alex for assurance that he might agree, “in the back of a pick up truck… wishing on a shooting star.”  

Alex’s eyes widened as the memory came flooding back, he’d almost forgotten. Lying lazily in the bed of the pickup, trying to spot a meteor amongst the thousands of stars littering the Roswell summer sky. Stars not too different from tonight. Alex couldn’t remember what he wished for at the time, he’d never thought he’d get it. Michael had wished for home, and now felt like he’d found it.

“Feels different now between us.”

“Yeah… it’s better.” Alex grinned, which brought a smile to the cowboy’s face. He reached out for Alex’s face with his free hand and gently caressed his jaw, thumb running along his cheek and coming to rest on his earlobe. Alex melted into the touch, taking a long blink before he placed a soft kiss on Michael’s mouth. He could feel Michael’s fingers slip lower on his back and hold him tighter.  

They parted as Alex offered to drive them to his house to talk. The drive felt quick, and paradoxically just as long and the inevitable doubts started to creep in.

“Do you think you can be happy with someone like me?” 

Alex’s face contorted and concentration shifted from the road a moment to Michael, before softening when their gaze met. There wasn’t any sarcasm or anger, instead restrained hope as Michael continued watching Alex drive.

“Michael. You know what annoyed me most? More than you being a complete tool? How much seeing you made me hopeful…” Alex sighed and seemed embarrassed as he looked pulled to a stop in his driveway, “even when you were pushing me away. I was still drawn to you… like something…” 

“Cosmic…” 

The words were taken out of his mouth and Alex nodded, staring at Michael with affection. He quietly got out and Michael followed him like a satellite. Michael watched curiously as Alex unlocked his front door, the airman’s mind turning over at a rapid rate.

“Mpmhh…” Michael groaned as soft lips crashed onto his, and they fell through the open door. Alex’s arm wrapped over his shoulders to steady himself before he fell backwards, and his tongue slipped into Michael’s open mouth. Michael’s free hand shut the door and returned opened mouth kisses as they stepped further into Alex’s unit, before he stopped, “You sure?” Michael gathered all his self restraint not to just kiss every inch of Alex’s skin, “Not that it wasn’t fucking epic last time, but it kinda ended pretty shit.”

“I think that has more to do with us… than the sex.” Alex admitted, “How about this, Michael, I won’t leave without talking if you don’t?” Michael could feel blood rushing south at the way Alex smirked, biting his lip to hide his amusement that Michael’s hands had already found their way under his shirt. 

“God Alex… you’re going to be the death of me.”

Alex chuckled into another kiss, as he moved them towards the bedroom and both fell onto the bed. There was no urgency as Alex let Michael kiss down his neck, latching on above his collarbone, swirling his tongue at the growing bruise he’d left. Alex could feel his t-shirt getting stretched and pulled away to simply take it off, he urged the cowboy to do the same. Michael peeled off his shirt and kicked off his jeans and climbed up next to him, Alex gently guided Michael’s mouth to find his own again. His hands ran down Michael’s chest, fingers gliding through coarse chest hair before his lips followed, sucking on the areas that made Michael curse out loud. One hand around the base of the shaft, Alex smirked before he flicked the tip with his tongue smearing precum with his lips, making Michael reflexly tighten the grip in his hair. Alex unfazed teases and kisses before he takes it all in. He bobs on the cowboy’s dick looking at one point to meet his eyes right before Michael swears as he reaches his release. 

Then Alex pulls off slowly with a couple more flicks of the tongue and leans away. Attempting to fumble with his own jean button, and felt Michael’s fingers replace his. “I’ve got it.” Michael asks for permission before sliding down his briefs with his jeans. Alex’s quads unilaterally tensed, Michael placed a gentle kiss to the inside of his thigh to relax his knee, before he slipped the jeans all the way down to confirm exactly why he was tense. All he wanted was Alex to be comfortable. Michael lifted a brow as if asking Alex if he, ‘was really going to be comfortable with his prosthetic on?’ Alex rolled his eyes, and this time allowed himself to completely relax.

 “Fine, I'll take it off.”

Michael gives him space to take off the leg, watching carefully, in case he ever gets the chance to do it for Alex. As soon as the extra weight is gone, Alex finds himself pinned back on the mattress as Michael kisses him hard. Michael worked his way down again, down the crease of his abs and took Alex’s semi hard cock in his mouth and Alex didn’t hold anything back this time as he groaned loudly, bucking his hips. Michael moved his head to Alex’s thrusts, getting encouraged by each sound. He reaches his climax with a guttural moan and Michael smiles before popping off and licking his lips staring at Alex, his own dick hard and twitching once again.

“Bottom left drawer,” Alex huffs, coming down from his high, reading Michael’s mind. Leaning over to reach over, Michael is flipped on his back gripping the lube and condoms. 

He chuckles at Alex’s earnest stare, and grabs the airman’s ass, pushing himself up on his elbows to reach for Alex’s kiss. He lubed up his fingers and pressed one finger around the rim before slowly pushing in

Alex groaned and fell into his shoulder, Michael hesitated. “No don’t stop.” Alex murmured as he breathed in Michael’s scent. Michael waited till he felt Alex relax before he moved his finger. He moved it back and forth until Alex was moaning, and then slipped in a second and then a third.

When Alex was finally ready, he moved his way off Michael’s hand and positioned his hole with Michael’s cock. Bracing his hips, he felt Michael shift forwards and he took him in. Alex moved from Michael's shoulder to rest his forehead again Michael’s own, as they both murmured sweet reassurances to each other, and then Michael moved and his hand wrapped around Alex’s own dick and the pleasure takes over and he meets everyone of the cowboys thrusts until he buries himself in the nape of Michael’s neck, muffling his moans as he comes.

Michael kissed him sloppily as he reached his own climax and they fell into each other, reverberating off their highs.

Alex feels Michael kiss the top of his head, but too tired to open his eyes, he lets himself fall asleep in the cowboy’s warm embrace.

—

If last night had been all in his mind, Michael was content just staying asleep. But there was a weight on his arm and he could feel the tickle of hair resting near his neck. He willed his eyes to open to see Alex on his phone typing out a message.

“So. I wasn't lying in a ditch having a fever dream…” Michael with his self-deprecating laugh continued in a content grin as he wiped the sleep from his eyes.

“Hope not.” Alex murmured, putting away his phone down on the side table and turning to meet the cowboy eyes that were staring down at him. “So…” 

“So…” Michael repeated with a smirk, fingertips grazing Alex’s cheek. 

Alex leaned up and quickly placed his lips on Michael before he fell back into his pillow. Michael chased his lips, hands cupping his face. Their kisses grew fervid and soon Michael was leaning over him kissing his way along the lightly stubble jaw. 

“Do you need to get that? It’s been ringing all morning.” Michael hadn’t even heard it over being enthralled by the man beneath him, from Alex’s expression it had been going a while.

“Do I have to?”

Alex smirked and pushed his chest away, forcing him to get up, “I’m not going anywhere.”

Michael whined but sat himself and grabbed his jeans off the floor, fishing his phone out of his pocket to see who had the audacity to steal his moment with Alex away.

“You little liar!!” He immediately winced and even Alex could hear the squeal from his side of the bed. Alex  got up and slipping whatever he could grab on, grabbed his crutch from behind the headboard  and mouthed he’d just be in the kitchen. “You thought I’d miss your truck in the parking lot!!”

“Seriously Is…” Michael watched Alex go, he wasn’t even leaving for good, it was his goddamn house, but he wanted him back in his arms.

“Don’t tell me you got an Uber! I know you don’t have the app.”

 “I didn’t.”

She dropped the faux vexed attitude immediately at Michael’s honesty, he could hear the excitement in her voice, “Was it Alex?”

“Yes.” 

As he let her get all her excitement out in the next minute as he looked around the room, it was the first time he’s actually been able to see it properly. Taking in the little splashes of personality that Alex had made to his bedroom, framed movie posters hung on the wall behind a dresser, wooden figurines and a mix of fiction and non fiction books neatly placed on top. It felt like Alex. Michael had almost forgot he was on the phone when Isobel's voice got even louder knowing full well Michael’s attention was elsewhere.

“See, this is why you should’ve told me sooner. I’m just that good.” Michael rolled his eyes, “Even if was just to pull your own head out of your ass.”

“Hey! We both had things to figure out, it just wasn’t our time then.”

Isobel's voice softened and Michael could imagine the look she was probably giving him, “What about now? Is it your time?

“I think so.” Michael smiled as he said it out loud.

“No seriously, Michael, I’m really happy for you.”

“Ok sure… sure. I’ve got to go now Is, don’t want to keep him waiting.” Michael murmured, before pausing “Also… thanks.”

–

Alex put a couple pieces of toast in the toaster, got a carton of eggs out of the fridge and grabbed a box of cereal, in case Michael wanted that instead. Once he put the kettle on and he leant against the counter for support, scoffing at his own broken mind. He couldn’t place the feeling he’d had since waking up that morning. He had been comfortable and on edge all at the same time. Some of his nerves had come from the very real but negligible chance he had misinterpreted Michael’s words, he wanted to be something in Alex’s life. It felt so different to that first night, falling into Michael’s trailer, yet he was still reluctant to trust his own emotions.

Michael looked disappointed when he sauntered out of the bedroom and into the small kitchen, with a frown he looked Alex up and down, “You got dressed.”

“Yeah...” The airman scrunched his face and put a scoop of instant coffee in the mug, “Not very hygienic to prepare breakfast otherwise.”

“I wouldn’t have minded…”

Alex chuckled and poured the hot water, “I’m sure… Coffee?” The cowboy nodded, and Alex prepared two before handing one to Michael. “Stop me if I’ve got it all wrong,” Alex paused and rubbed the nape of his neck, stalling, “but would you want to go on a proper date sometime?”

Michael's eyes widened as he heard it, before his face broke out into the biggest grin Alex had seen on the man, “Hell yes, Manes.” He’d already closed the distance before Alex even had a chance to exhale and Alex was thankful he let go of his mug over the counter because he staggered back. Michael caught his hip and then his lips. 

As they pulled apart, Michael kept him in an embrace as Alex chuckled into his neck. Alex could finally place it. 

He was happy.

[cull3nblaze]

Bucks reaction to the kiss is just everything to me. LOOK at him. He is so overwhelmed and just.....

You know what that reminded me of?

This one ♥

[renegadesstuff]

TV SHOWS' (SHIP) WEDDINGS 🤍

ROSWELL, NEW MEXICO (2019 - 2022)

MICHAEL GUERIN & ALEX MANES (MALEX)

[sasakisniko]

And you're my survival, you're my livin' proof My love is alive and not dead 

@wlwgif‘s pride week - day 4 - dynamic: Malex - Roswell New Mexico

[nologiconlystyles]

The Story Unfolds in Your Touch

by NoLogicOnlyStyles

The wash of heat from Michael’s body is immediate; Alex sways instinctively into it, proximity soothing the fine tremors of spent adrenaline and pain into sweet anticipation. For all the reasons they maybe shouldn’t, Alex can’t let go of the picture of Michael kneeling at their feet, that heartbreaking face of his drawn into a concerned frown as he’d dressed Alex’s wound. He isn’t willing to part from the gentle graze of Maria’s fingers, firm and sure in their affection as they’d smoothed over the tape. He’s safe here, bracketing Michael as he turns all that heat away from Maria to press his lips against Alex’s next. And after everything he’s been through, all the years he spent bereft of that feeling, Alex thinks that maybe he deserves to feel safe tonight. --- The 2x6 fic that's been plaguing my brain for weeks.

Read on AO3!

[manesalex]

Every Alex Manes Scene (242/242)

[iminloveedits]

I miss them 🥺

[dayscrazed]

For @mander3-swish from your Secret Santa! Hopefully you enjoy how I tried to combine holiday fluff and humor, some more intimate/mature content, a little bit of mystery, Alex and Isobel bonding, nods to your other fav ships (Deeth, Guerenti, Kylex) and your favorite holiday songs!

Fic description: Michael goes overboard with the mistletoe during his first holiday season married to Alex. He’s obsessed with kissing his husband.

Thank you to the organizers for this year's @rnm-secret-santa !!!

[forthbeaming]

you have bewitched me, body and soul. and i love, i love you.

[buckleyagcd]

happy pride month y’all 🏳️‍🌈🫶🏻

[dragonbinx]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Roswell New Mexico (TV 2019) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Michael Guerin/Alex Manes Characters: Michael Guerin, Alex Manes Additional Tags: Telekinesis, Aliens, Falling In Love, School Dances, Halloween, Michael Guerin Loves Alex Manes, Alex Manes Loves Michael Guerin, 5+1 Things Series: Part 10 of It's Just a Bunch of Halloween Fics, Part 2 of Malex's Haunted House Summary:

He was totally in the zone, stirring the sauce with his telekinesis while he seasoned the chicken thighs, when Alex pressed up behind him and said, “What’s all this?”

Michael shivered at the sudden warmth of Alex and the way his breath felt on his neck, and the spoon that had been stirring the sauce went flying and splatted quietly against the wall.

Alex looked at the spoon as it fell to the floor, then at Michael, his eyebrow raised. “Happy to see me?”

Michael can't stop his powers from reacting to Alex, and it's embarrassing and inconvenient for him. Alex, on the other hand, is completely fine with it.

[winnie-the-monster]

[grindy-cog]

How can you ship Malex or like Maria after what she and Michael did to Alex? It's disgusting! Didn't know you were into non-con, just filter them.

Hi Anon,

Well, I’m sorry to see that something is obviously triggering you but there’s a simple solution to that - unfollow me, block me, forget this blog exists. I’m not going to filter them in any way but you certainly can on your Tumblr - you know, your safe space?

But well, since you actually came to my blog and made it my problem, I’ll bite. What non-con are you talking about? The infamous threesome? Well, guess what? I didn’t like it either! Not the way the writers decided to deliver it, anyway. But to say that Alex was actually forced to participate by either Michael or Maria… Have we even watched the same scene? Don’t get me wrong, I wish I had known it was coming, I wish I could unsee it somehow but wtf, Anon?

Why some of you are acting as if Alex was some fragile little boy with no way to protect himself? News flash, out of the three of them, he was the trained killer there! And like it or not, it’s canon that he always had power over Michael. I fear to know what it had to be like in the RNM fandom when that scene was first aired, if this is how some of you are still acting 4-5 years later.

The reason why I personally hate that writing choice, is because of how unhealthy it was for each and every single one of them, yet it hadn’t been talked about by them later on. They were all in a really bad mental state that night, Maria included! You lot like to forget about the fact that she was losing her mum and learning upsetting things about herself and her family. Michael was the worst of them three at that point and Alex, while being hurt that night, was in fact in the best mental condition, though that doesn’t say much, given how he did let his demons and insecurity do a number on him. It had been shown the morning after, when he was the only one to say that - feeling loved or not - maybe they shouldn’t have done that.

So yeah, Anon. It was unhealthy, maybe even disgusting in some ways; born out of deep self loathing, pain, loneliness and desperation of each party involved, but was sure as hell FULLY consensual. Cause if you want to see it as non-con on Alex, then you must see that he did just the same to Michael and Maria.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[tvshowscouples]

Reblog if you are Team Malex

[pastelwitchling]

Maybe you can write a follow up to chapter 248?

Sequel to this fic.

***

              Michael got to Alex’s house to find him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, his smile weary and his brow raised.

              “Really?” he greeted. “Me and Max?”

              Michael shook his head, closing the distance between them. “Don’t start,” he breathed, grabbing Alex by the waist and crashing their mouths together. Alex made a startled noise against his lips, but Michael was already pushing him against the hard, cold wall, one hand at the back of his head to protect him as his tongue invaded Alex’s mouth, tasting him.

              “Mmh, whoa!” Alex managed to pry himself free, eyes dazed and trying to focus on Michael. “W-What was that for?”

              Michael shook his head, his fingers spread across Alex’s spine, reveling in the cool, soft fabric of Alex’s sweater against his warm skin. “Just making sure I’m still the only one who gets to kiss you.”

              Alex’s lips quirked into an amused smile. “You’re seriously jealous of a dream?”

              “I’m jealous of anything and anyone that gets to touch you,” Michael said simply, and brought his hands back around Alex’s waist before forcing himself to let go, and stepped back. He cleared his throat. “Sorry, I know I shouldn’t have done that, you just broke up with Long, but . . .”

              Alex ducked his head, his smile shy, his cheeks dusted pink. “You wanted to.”

              Michael swallowed, unable to say anything but the truth. “I really wanted to.”

              Neither of them said anything for a while, and Alex shook his head. “Forget about it. Come on, you better get inside. It’s cold tonight.”

              He turned to head back in, and Michael started to follow, smiling. “You know I run hot, Private.”

              “Hot-headed, is what you are,” Alex scoffed. “Follow me, cowboy.”

              Michael’s grin widened, and he started to respond with a cheesy line he knew would make Alex laugh, but stopped just on the porch.

              “Uh, gimme a sec?” he said, already pulling his phone out of his back pocket. “I just need to make a quick call.”

              Alex blinked and nodded. “Okay. I’ll get the guestroom ready for you.”

              His face fell. “Guestroom?”

              Alex rolled his eyes, failing to fight a grin. “You’re so . . . fine. My room. But I’m keeping a pillow wall between us.”

              You can try, Michael thought but only nodded, much more pleased with himself. As soon as Alex disappeared down the hall, Michael’s smile dimmed and he dialed on his phone.

              “M-Michael?” Max’s groggy voice sounded. “What time is it, what’s going on?”

              “Alex is mine.”

              A moment’s silence. “What?”

              “You’re not allowed to have a crush on him.”

              An even longer pause. “Are you drunk?”

              “I’m serious, Max,” Michael huffed. “You ever have feelings for him and I’ll steal him away to somewhere far away and you’ll never see either of us again.”

              “I’m so confused.”

              “So don’t even think about it.”

              “I have no idea what we’re even talking about right now.”

              “Michael!” Alex called from inside the house. “Stop bothering your brother and come inside already!”

              Michael smiled to himself, and before he hung up, said, “Seriously, he’s mine.”

              “I believe you,” Max said, very much sounding like he was questioning his life choices.

              With that, Michael ended the call, and was already putting his phone away, following Alex inside and closing the door behind him, any bad memory or fear left outside, where it couldn’t bother them ever again.

***

Happy malex Monday.

[nologiconlystyles]

sassy soulmates.