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Booked (Roswell New Mexico; Max/Kyle)
Title: Booked
Fandom: Roswell New Mexico
Characters: Max Evans/Kyle Valenti
Rating: T
Content Notes/Warning: Sexual tension w/an arresting officer/handcuffs
Word Count: 984
Prompt: September 20, Max & Kyle, ignore previous instructions
Kyle Valenti was not a usual suspect in Max’s weekend lineup. In fact, he was the last person Max expected to see even when he was dispatched to Roswell Community Medical to sort out some troublemakers.
Now he’s back at the Sheriff’s office feeling extremely awkward, because Kyle is sitting in the chair next to his desk waiting patiently to be booked and the whole thing just seems off. He can feel Kyle’s eyes on the side of his face. Probably because Max’s hands are hovering over his keyboard still. He hasn’t typed a single word.
“Hey, Evans. It’s okay, man,” Kyle says gently. “Just go ahead and fill in the form.”
“You need to do a breathalyzer,” Max says gruffly as he pulls the instrument from his desk drawer.
His gaze flicks over Kyle’s face, down his broad chest, over his white lab coat, and then to his wrists which are resting neatly in his lap. He’s still in Max’s handcuffs, because that’s just standard protocol.
“No problem,” Kyle says. “You’re just doing your job, I totally get it.”
Max looks at him again, with an eyebrow raised. He had expected Kyle to push back a little. Usually drunk people give him a lot more grief.
When he was dispatched, he was told that there were some obviously drunk doctors making trouble with a hospital administrator. So he’d already prepared the breathalyzers and the handcuffs and the drunk tank before he’d even gone over to the hospital.
But Max didn’t have to take the initial report as gospel. He was an experienced officer who could rely on his own observations. His face isn’t flushed, his eyes aren’t red, and he has spoken articulately and calmly the entire time he’s been in Max’s custody. And he’s being totally compliant, which Max doesn’t quite know how to feel about.
Max gets out the plastic-wrapped straw anyway. The data will strengthen the case in Kyle’s favor if he is in fact sober.
He rips open the package in front of Kyle, fits the pieces together, and holds it up to Kyle’s face.
“Okay, forget what I said before. You don’t have to do this, it’s voluntary at this point in time,” Max explains.
Kyle shrugs. “You’re the one who put the handcuffs on me. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
Max should not like hearing that as much as he had.
“Is that a yes?” Max has to get clarity from the individual before he can administer the test. And it’s his fault anyway for not asking a direction question.
Kyle tilts his head a little and narrows his eyes a fraction. He sits up straighter and licks his lips before he says, “Yes.”
“Blow,” Max instructs.
“Gladly,” Kyle says.
Max isn’t sure if he’s just joking, or purposefully flirting at this point. Max swallows, staring at Kyle intently.
And now that he’s watching Kyle, he sees the way his pupils go wide. Then he puts his lips to the straw, and he does as instructed. Now his cheeks do look a little flushed.
The machine beeps, and Max pulls it back. Looks like Kyle is stone-cold sober.
“Since you’re not drunk, I’m going to uncuff you.”
Kyle holds up his bound wrists before Max even pulls out his key. He’s looking up at Max through his lashes, waiting expectantly and biting at his bottom lip.
Max cups his right hand to fit the key into the lock. The room is so quiet that Max can hear the snick of the cuffs as they come open. He gently removes the metal from around Kyle’s right wrist, and then his left. The whole time Kyle is watching Max, his gaze soft and his lips slightly parted.
There’s nothing explicitly sexual about the situation. And yet all Max is thinking about is what Kyle would look like naked, with the cuffs back on.
Max turns away and clears his throat to collect himself. He puts the cuffs back in his belt.
“Alright, you’re free to go.” Then Max remembers that he brought Kyle over to the station in the squad car. “You want a ride back to the hospital?”
“That would be great, yeah.”
He hears Kyle stand up because the chair legs scrape a little against the floor.
“I think you did a good job,” Kyle teases as he bumps his shoulder against Max’s. “You don’t have to be so tense.”
Max just grunts as he makes his way to the front door and holds it open. “Just don’t get into any more trouble tonight.”
That makes Kyle laugh.
“You got it, officer.”
Kyle being so close to calling Max ‘sir’ makes Max realize that he absolutely wants Kyle to call him sir. But they were still on unequal footing in the Sheriff’s office. And there was no way Kyle was purposefully flirting with Max anyway. It was just late and Max needed to get a grip.
Max opens the back passenger door once they get to his car.
“You can’t sit in the front,” Max says with a nod towards the back seat. “Office policy.”
Kyle puts up both his hands in a placating gesture. “Oh, I’m totally fine with that.”
Kyle ducks his head as he gets in, and then Max shuts the door. They drive mostly in silence, except Max keeps looking in his rearview mirror to find Kyle watching him.
Once they arrive at Kyle’s car, Max gets out to open the door for him.
“Drive safe,” he says.
Kyle winks at him. “Always. Thanks for the ride.”
Max goes back to the station and gets ready to close out his shift. Except the way Kyle’s mouth had formed around the words, I’ll do whatever you want me to do. They just keep playing in Max’s head.
He doesn’t think he’s going to get a wink of sleep.
Fandom: Roswell New Mexico
Characters: Max Evans/Kyle Valenti
Rating: T
Content Notes/Warning: Sexual tension w/an arresting officer/handcuffs
Word Count: 984
Prompt: September 20, Max & Kyle, ignore previous instructions
Kyle Valenti was not a usual suspect in Max’s weekend lineup. In fact, he was the last person Max expected to see even when he was dispatched to Roswell Community Medical to sort out some troublemakers.
Now he’s back at the Sheriff’s office feeling extremely awkward, because Kyle is sitting in the chair next to his desk waiting patiently to be booked and the whole thing just seems off. He can feel Kyle’s eyes on the side of his face. Probably because Max’s hands are hovering over his keyboard still. He hasn’t typed a single word.
“Hey, Evans. It’s okay, man,” Kyle says gently. “Just go ahead and fill in the form.”
“You need to do a breathalyzer,” Max says gruffly as he pulls the instrument from his desk drawer.
His gaze flicks over Kyle’s face, down his broad chest, over his white lab coat, and then to his wrists which are resting neatly in his lap. He’s still in Max’s handcuffs, because that’s just standard protocol.
“No problem,” Kyle says. “You’re just doing your job, I totally get it.”
Max looks at him again, with an eyebrow raised. He had expected Kyle to push back a little. Usually drunk people give him a lot more grief.
When he was dispatched, he was told that there were some obviously drunk doctors making trouble with a hospital administrator. So he’d already prepared the breathalyzers and the handcuffs and the drunk tank before he’d even gone over to the hospital.
But Max didn’t have to take the initial report as gospel. He was an experienced officer who could rely on his own observations. His face isn’t flushed, his eyes aren’t red, and he has spoken articulately and calmly the entire time he’s been in Max’s custody. And he’s being totally compliant, which Max doesn’t quite know how to feel about.
Max gets out the plastic-wrapped straw anyway. The data will strengthen the case in Kyle’s favor if he is in fact sober.
He rips open the package in front of Kyle, fits the pieces together, and holds it up to Kyle’s face.
“Okay, forget what I said before. You don’t have to do this, it’s voluntary at this point in time,” Max explains.
Kyle shrugs. “You’re the one who put the handcuffs on me. I’ll do whatever you want me to do.”
Max should not like hearing that as much as he had.
“Is that a yes?” Max has to get clarity from the individual before he can administer the test. And it’s his fault anyway for not asking a direction question.
Kyle tilts his head a little and narrows his eyes a fraction. He sits up straighter and licks his lips before he says, “Yes.”
“Blow,” Max instructs.
“Gladly,” Kyle says.
Max isn’t sure if he’s just joking, or purposefully flirting at this point. Max swallows, staring at Kyle intently.
And now that he’s watching Kyle, he sees the way his pupils go wide. Then he puts his lips to the straw, and he does as instructed. Now his cheeks do look a little flushed.
The machine beeps, and Max pulls it back. Looks like Kyle is stone-cold sober.
“Since you’re not drunk, I’m going to uncuff you.”
Kyle holds up his bound wrists before Max even pulls out his key. He’s looking up at Max through his lashes, waiting expectantly and biting at his bottom lip.
Max cups his right hand to fit the key into the lock. The room is so quiet that Max can hear the snick of the cuffs as they come open. He gently removes the metal from around Kyle’s right wrist, and then his left. The whole time Kyle is watching Max, his gaze soft and his lips slightly parted.
There’s nothing explicitly sexual about the situation. And yet all Max is thinking about is what Kyle would look like naked, with the cuffs back on.
Max turns away and clears his throat to collect himself. He puts the cuffs back in his belt.
“Alright, you’re free to go.” Then Max remembers that he brought Kyle over to the station in the squad car. “You want a ride back to the hospital?”
“That would be great, yeah.”
He hears Kyle stand up because the chair legs scrape a little against the floor.
“I think you did a good job,” Kyle teases as he bumps his shoulder against Max’s. “You don’t have to be so tense.”
Max just grunts as he makes his way to the front door and holds it open. “Just don’t get into any more trouble tonight.”
That makes Kyle laugh.
“You got it, officer.”
Kyle being so close to calling Max ‘sir’ makes Max realize that he absolutely wants Kyle to call him sir. But they were still on unequal footing in the Sheriff’s office. And there was no way Kyle was purposefully flirting with Max anyway. It was just late and Max needed to get a grip.
Max opens the back passenger door once they get to his car.
“You can’t sit in the front,” Max says with a nod towards the back seat. “Office policy.”
Kyle puts up both his hands in a placating gesture. “Oh, I’m totally fine with that.”
Kyle ducks his head as he gets in, and then Max shuts the door. They drive mostly in silence, except Max keeps looking in his rearview mirror to find Kyle watching him.
Once they arrive at Kyle’s car, Max gets out to open the door for him.
“Drive safe,” he says.
Kyle winks at him. “Always. Thanks for the ride.”
Max goes back to the station and gets ready to close out his shift. Except the way Kyle’s mouth had formed around the words, I’ll do whatever you want me to do. They just keep playing in Max’s head.
He doesn’t think he’s going to get a wink of sleep.