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Weekend Ritual (Roswell New Mexico)
Title: Weekend Ritual
Fandom: Roswell New Mexico
Pairing/Characters: Max Evans/Kyle Valenti
Rating: Explicit
Content Notes: NSFW - Rimming/69ing
Prompt: September 1 - Max & Kyle - when the cat's away…
Max and Kyle have a ritual every time Liz goes out of town. A ritual that truly brings out Kyle’s inner perfectionist. Kyle wouldn’t call himself superstitious, but for the things that are important to him, he can be very particular. He likes to stick to tradition.
When preparing for surgery, he always follows the same rituals. He puts on his green compression socks, because he knows he’ll be standing for a long period of time. When he’s scrubbing up, he always washes his left hand and then his right. He is serious about making eye contact with each member of his team once he enters the operating room. And afterwards, there’s a debrief where the most junior member of the team always gets to speak first.
Fucking Max isn’t exactly like surgery, but it is important to Kyle that he treat Max right when Liz goes out of town. He likes giving the pair of them something to look forward to, something that is almost sacred because of how much Max enjoys it. And it’s not something that can happen all that often anyway, so Kyle really makes sure to pull out all the stops.
So while Max is in the shower preparing himself, Kyle doesn’t waste any time. He pushes the coffee table out of the way and lays out a thick throw blanket. He busts out the wood pine candles and a lighter. He places them on the newly moved coffee table and lights them up, breathing in the comforting aroma. Then he dims the lights, pours two fingers of whiskey into two identical glasses, and takes a seat on the couch.
When Max emerges from his room, his hair looks tousled from his towel and his cheeks are rosy from the steam. He’s got black sweatpants slung low on his hips, and no shirt to speak of. He pads over to the couch barefoot, and looks at Kyle with a grin.
“All this even though I’m a sure thing?” Max says as he glances over at the candles.
Kyle laughs and reaches for Max’s hand. “It’s tradition.”
Max leans down and kisses Kyle, his mouth warm and inviting. Kyle licks into his mouth, not even bothering to hide his eagerness.
Then Max reaches for the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head. Max goes to his knees on the blanket, and Kyle bites his lip as he feasts his eyes on the long glowing expanse of Max’s chest.
“Come join me,” Max beckons softly. Kyle goes to his knees too, happy to worship at the altar of Max Evans.
Max reaches around Kyle and puts a strong hand on his bare back. The warmth there makes Kyle’s skin tingle. Max gently pushes him down to his back, and mouths at his jugular. Kyle moans and arches his back up off the ground, already reaching for Max’s sweatpants. Max stills his hand, and in the blink of an eye Max uses his powers to pull off both of their pants.
“That never gets old,” Kyle says, and he means it. His heart pounds in his chest as he looks at Max, and the living room light starts to flicker wildly.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Max beams. He kisses Kyle’s neck, and slides down his chest. His cock brushes against Kyle’s thigh, and Kyle blows out a sharp breath.
Kyle knows that if he doesn’t speed up the proceedings, Max will keep at it. But Kyle has a very specific type of evening planned.
“If you don’t mind, I’d love to eat your ass now.”
Max barks out a laugh. “Fine, bossy.”
He turns around and puts his knees on either side of Kyle’s thighs. This position only works with Max on top, just because he’s taller than Kyle. They do it like this, out in the living room on a blanket, so that Kyle and Max don’t sink into the mattress. Kyle spreads his cheeks and looks at the furl of muscle there for only a moment before he licks it with the flat of his tongue.
Max moans and then takes Kyle’s dick into his mouth. Kyle grins and gets to work, his tongue lapping at Max’s opening. He starts off slow and consistent, up and down without penetrating him. Max’s skin is smooth and soft, and the whole room smells like the pine candles and Max’s old spice deodorant.
Kyle loves the way Max blows him, his tongue pressed up against Kyle’s head as he moves up and down. It feels decadent, and if Kyle focused on Max’s mouth instead of his asshole he’d probably come in a matter of minutes. As it is, Kyle has something else to focus on and that buys him some time.
Max groans around Kyle’s cock and deepthroats him, and Kyle redoubles his efforts and pushes the tip of his tongue inside Max. It’s not a competition, but Kyle wants to give as good as he’s getting. The living room lights wink out completely, and Kyle doesn’t dare stop. This is the reason he put out the candles, after all. He could have turned off the lights, but he likes to know the moment he makes Max lose control.
“Fuck,” he hears Max growl as he pauses with Kyle’s dick halfway out of his mouth.
Kyle swirls his tongue in tight circles, and reaches underneath Max to grab his dick. It feels heavy in Kyle’s hand as it hangs between Max’s thighs, and it’s wet from Max’s precome. He always gets so wet from this, it’s one of the things that drives Kyle wild.
Kyle’s jaw is starting to ache, but he barely notices. Drool runs down his chin as he fucks his tongue into Max’s hole.
Max goes all the way down on Kyle’s dick, but Kyle can tell that the writing is on the wall. Max starts to tremble, and Kyle strokes his cock with as much finesse as he can manage.
Max keeps Kyle’s cock between his lips as his body locks up, and then come hits Kyle’s stomach. The lights flare up bright enough for Kyle to notice, even though his face is buried in Max’s crack.
Kyle loves how stretched and tired his mouth feels, like he’s really earned that orgasm. Then Max starts to move again. He can’t grab Kyle’s dick because he’s using his arms to hold himself up, but he doesn’t have to. At that point, Kyle is so keyed up he could blow his load at any moment.
Max bobs his head, and Kyle keeps his mouth against Max’s skin. He’s lazily licking now, just enjoying the intimacy of the moment. Max is pressing his tongue against the underside of Kyle’s cock and bobbing his head, letting Kyle’s cock slide in and out of his throat. It’s so wet, there’s almost no better feeling that Kyle knows of.
He squeezes his eyes shut and shoots his load down Max’s throat with his tongue inside him. He feels as if he’s left the planet, his brain empty and his whole body buzzing with pleasure.
He finally rests his head back against the blanket and breathes deeply. This is part of the ritual, too. Just basking in the glow.
Fandom: Roswell New Mexico
Pairing/Characters: Max Evans/Kyle Valenti
Rating: Explicit
Content Notes: NSFW - Rimming/69ing
Prompt: September 1 - Max & Kyle - when the cat's away…
Max and Kyle have a ritual every time Liz goes out of town. A ritual that truly brings out Kyle’s inner perfectionist. Kyle wouldn’t call himself superstitious, but for the things that are important to him, he can be very particular. He likes to stick to tradition.
When preparing for surgery, he always follows the same rituals. He puts on his green compression socks, because he knows he’ll be standing for a long period of time. When he’s scrubbing up, he always washes his left hand and then his right. He is serious about making eye contact with each member of his team once he enters the operating room. And afterwards, there’s a debrief where the most junior member of the team always gets to speak first.
Fucking Max isn’t exactly like surgery, but it is important to Kyle that he treat Max right when Liz goes out of town. He likes giving the pair of them something to look forward to, something that is almost sacred because of how much Max enjoys it. And it’s not something that can happen all that often anyway, so Kyle really makes sure to pull out all the stops.
So while Max is in the shower preparing himself, Kyle doesn’t waste any time. He pushes the coffee table out of the way and lays out a thick throw blanket. He busts out the wood pine candles and a lighter. He places them on the newly moved coffee table and lights them up, breathing in the comforting aroma. Then he dims the lights, pours two fingers of whiskey into two identical glasses, and takes a seat on the couch.
When Max emerges from his room, his hair looks tousled from his towel and his cheeks are rosy from the steam. He’s got black sweatpants slung low on his hips, and no shirt to speak of. He pads over to the couch barefoot, and looks at Kyle with a grin.
“All this even though I’m a sure thing?” Max says as he glances over at the candles.
Kyle laughs and reaches for Max’s hand. “It’s tradition.”
Max leans down and kisses Kyle, his mouth warm and inviting. Kyle licks into his mouth, not even bothering to hide his eagerness.
Then Max reaches for the hem of his t-shirt and pulls it over his head. Max goes to his knees on the blanket, and Kyle bites his lip as he feasts his eyes on the long glowing expanse of Max’s chest.
“Come join me,” Max beckons softly. Kyle goes to his knees too, happy to worship at the altar of Max Evans.
Max reaches around Kyle and puts a strong hand on his bare back. The warmth there makes Kyle’s skin tingle. Max gently pushes him down to his back, and mouths at his jugular. Kyle moans and arches his back up off the ground, already reaching for Max’s sweatpants. Max stills his hand, and in the blink of an eye Max uses his powers to pull off both of their pants.
“That never gets old,” Kyle says, and he means it. His heart pounds in his chest as he looks at Max, and the living room light starts to flicker wildly.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Max beams. He kisses Kyle’s neck, and slides down his chest. His cock brushes against Kyle’s thigh, and Kyle blows out a sharp breath.
Kyle knows that if he doesn’t speed up the proceedings, Max will keep at it. But Kyle has a very specific type of evening planned.
“If you don’t mind, I’d love to eat your ass now.”
Max barks out a laugh. “Fine, bossy.”
He turns around and puts his knees on either side of Kyle’s thighs. This position only works with Max on top, just because he’s taller than Kyle. They do it like this, out in the living room on a blanket, so that Kyle and Max don’t sink into the mattress. Kyle spreads his cheeks and looks at the furl of muscle there for only a moment before he licks it with the flat of his tongue.
Max moans and then takes Kyle’s dick into his mouth. Kyle grins and gets to work, his tongue lapping at Max’s opening. He starts off slow and consistent, up and down without penetrating him. Max’s skin is smooth and soft, and the whole room smells like the pine candles and Max’s old spice deodorant.
Kyle loves the way Max blows him, his tongue pressed up against Kyle’s head as he moves up and down. It feels decadent, and if Kyle focused on Max’s mouth instead of his asshole he’d probably come in a matter of minutes. As it is, Kyle has something else to focus on and that buys him some time.
Max groans around Kyle’s cock and deepthroats him, and Kyle redoubles his efforts and pushes the tip of his tongue inside Max. It’s not a competition, but Kyle wants to give as good as he’s getting. The living room lights wink out completely, and Kyle doesn’t dare stop. This is the reason he put out the candles, after all. He could have turned off the lights, but he likes to know the moment he makes Max lose control.
“Fuck,” he hears Max growl as he pauses with Kyle’s dick halfway out of his mouth.
Kyle swirls his tongue in tight circles, and reaches underneath Max to grab his dick. It feels heavy in Kyle’s hand as it hangs between Max’s thighs, and it’s wet from Max’s precome. He always gets so wet from this, it’s one of the things that drives Kyle wild.
Kyle’s jaw is starting to ache, but he barely notices. Drool runs down his chin as he fucks his tongue into Max’s hole.
Max goes all the way down on Kyle’s dick, but Kyle can tell that the writing is on the wall. Max starts to tremble, and Kyle strokes his cock with as much finesse as he can manage.
Max keeps Kyle’s cock between his lips as his body locks up, and then come hits Kyle’s stomach. The lights flare up bright enough for Kyle to notice, even though his face is buried in Max’s crack.
Kyle loves how stretched and tired his mouth feels, like he’s really earned that orgasm. Then Max starts to move again. He can’t grab Kyle’s dick because he’s using his arms to hold himself up, but he doesn’t have to. At that point, Kyle is so keyed up he could blow his load at any moment.
Max bobs his head, and Kyle keeps his mouth against Max’s skin. He’s lazily licking now, just enjoying the intimacy of the moment. Max is pressing his tongue against the underside of Kyle’s cock and bobbing his head, letting Kyle’s cock slide in and out of his throat. It’s so wet, there’s almost no better feeling that Kyle knows of.
He squeezes his eyes shut and shoots his load down Max’s throat with his tongue inside him. He feels as if he’s left the planet, his brain empty and his whole body buzzing with pleasure.
He finally rests his head back against the blanket and breathes deeply. This is part of the ritual, too. Just basking in the glow.