Kyle Valenti Appreciation Week [Day 7]
Kyle woke this time to Alex tracing small circles on his back. He smiled into his pillow.
Alex is in my bed, he thought. Alex was in his bed, naked, trailing his fingers lower down his spine, settling in the small of his back. Then his lips followed the path of his fingers, soft and open-mouthed and warm, and Kyle moaned.
“Awake?” Alex breathed against the shell of his ear, his voice deep and sending shivers down Kyle’s body.
“Don’t stop,” he pleaded. “Please, Alex, don’t stop.”
Alex bit his earlobe, and Kyle instinctively turned over. Alex moved to hover over him the second he was on his back, and Kyle automatically bucked his hips up into him. Alex huffed a breathy chuckle, biting his lower lip.
“Wasn’t planning on it,” he said, taking Kyle in hand and aligning himself. When he sank down, Kyle arched his back, his mouth hanging open.
“You’re so sexy,” Alex murmured, running his hands down the length of Kyle’s chest, his stomach, as he rose and fell on his cock.
“Alex,” Kyle breathed, planting both feet on the mattress and thrusting up in time to match Alex’s movements.
They came twice that morning, and Kyle was still kissing Alex’s shoulder, his arm, his back, as the airman reached for his crutches and stepped out of bed.
“How many more speeches do you have left today?” he asked as he looked for a towel for his shower.
Kyle, who had been watching him reverently, felt his heart suddenly sink into his stomach at the realization. “None. We’re checking out today. Early.”
Alex stopped rummaging, and looked over his shoulder at him. “How early?”
He checked the time on his phone, and swallowed the lump in his throat. “We have one hour.”
Alex said nothing for a moment, and Kyle sat up. When he’d asked Alex to wait until today to make his decision, he’d been vague. Would Alex decide now, or would he wait till they actually had to be out of the hotel?
“You coming?” Alex suddenly asked as he made his way to the bathroom. He stopped at the doorway and smirked over his shoulder. “Or are you going to leave me to shower alone?”
Kyle’s heart thrashed, and he nearly stumbled on his way out of bed. Alex’s laugh was silenced as Kyle covered his mouth with his own, and pushed them both into the bathroom.
Kyle and Alex sat on the couch in the reception room, Alex’s head on Kyle’s shoulder, as they waited for their turn to check out. Admittedly, Kyle was letting everyone, doctor or not, cut in front of them first.
Alex’s hand was in Kyle’s, and he squeezed it. He turned to press his lips to Alex’s forehead, watching the way his eyes fluttered sleepily, and he thought he could do this forever. He could have Alex like this, just the two of them, in comfortable, silent peace. Of course, it would never be just the two of them, that was what Alex had tried to tell him, that was why he’d stayed away. There would always be someone there alongside Kyle in Alex’s heart, someone who would always own the very essence of him. And it wasn’t Kyle.
Kyle inhaled Alex’s scent and sighed deeply. Alex’s eyes closed to the warmth. That was the thing though; he didn’t care. He knew Alex, at his core, would always be Michael’s, but he loved Kyle, too. He loved holding Kyle’s hand and kissing him and falling asleep beside him. The thought and possibility of Michael would always hurt Alex, but how could it not, after everything they’d been through? Why should that mean that Kyle and Alex shouldn’t be allowed to have each other? That they shouldn’t be able to fall in love, in their own way?
“You know I’m always going to love you, right?” he said. “No matter what.”
Alex said nothing, but squeezed his hand harder.
When the time for checkout finally came, Kyle’s heart felt heavy. He kept glancing over at Alex who was by the aquarium, watching the fish.
“He’s very handsome,” the receptionist said, having noticed his stares.
A small, faint smile tugged at Kyle’s lips. “Isn’t he?”
When they stepped outside, the air just as cold as in, Kyle reached instinctively for Alex’s hand. Alex did the same, smiling.
Okay, Kyle thought. So they still had some time left on the clock. Instead of taking Alex to the car, he pulled him into a shadowy corner behind the hotel, pushed him against the wall, and kissed him. Alex, to his relief, only pulled him in deeper.
“We can’t,” he panted, laughing, when Kyle reached down to the buttons of his jeans. “Come on, doctor, cool down.”
As Alex led the way back to the car, Kyle tried not to tell him that he couldn’t keep himself back. These were their last few moments together, and as soon as they were back in Roswell …
Nonetheless, Alex looked ready to leave the hotel, so Kyle had no choice but to follow. They drove for a while, Kyle staring at Alex whenever he got the chance. When the Roswell sign came into sight, he pulled over.
They sat in silence for a good few minutes. Alex didn’t rush him or demand to know why he’d stopped, but instead just waited.
“Yesterday was the best day of my life,” Kyle started, no sound but them around for miles. “Alex, I love you. I think I’ve always loved you, I just … never knew it. But I do now.” He turned in his seat to face him. “And I know you love Guerin. I know part of you will always love him, but … part of you loves me, too, I know it. I can feel it.”
He took Alex’s hands in his. “I don’t care that I can’t have every piece of you, because what I do get is so …” he huffed a chuckle. “It’s so good. You’re better than enough for me, Alex, and I don’t want to go back home without you knowing that.”
Alex stared at him a long time, his expression unreadable. Then, with glassy eyes, he smiled. “Okay,” he said softly.
Kyle’s heart thudded painfully. “O-Okay?”
He nodded. “Okay.” He leaned in, gently taking Kyle’s lips in his own. He whispered, their lips brushing together, “You and me, right?”
Kyle started to smile, relief and joy and love filling his chest and threatening to overflow.
“You and me,” he promised.
Finally finished! I hope everyone had a good Kyle Valenti Appreciation Week! Thanks for reading, and to everyone who commented and reblogged, it’s meant a lot 💗
