Date: Mon, 28 Jan 2002 12:58:21 -0800 (PST)
From: Uninspired Teen <uninspired_teen@yahoo.com>
Subject: Waking Up- Chapter One

This is a story about the TV Show Roswell.

Waking Up, Where Blind Date gets re-written, and Max
answers Kyle's question just a touch differently.

Copyright by Kristopher Eshleman

Archive: I don't mind if you can send me an email and
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Disclaimer: 
The TV show Roswell and its characters are trademarks
of and copyright 20th Century Fox, Jason Katims
Productions, Recency Television or Warner Bros.
The beginning of this is going to sound a lot like
the Episode, no copyright infringement in intended.
It just leads up to the slashy part without jumping
right in.

Pairings: Kyle/Max

Rating: NC-17

Dedication: This goes out to all the people looking
for good Roswell Slash, hope you find it if this
doesn't constitute it for you.

Author's Notes: I want to start more stories, and get
my readers involved with them. If you are interested
in being a part of this experiment in democracy please
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there aren't any forums for Roswell stuff, but if
there is interest email me and I'll create them.

*~*~*~*

	Max was lying in his bed, depressed, listening to
news about Liz's blind date on the radio when he heard
someone start calling his name from outside.

"EVANS!"

	Slightly annoyed he got up to look out the window. It
was Kyle, and a group of his friends yelling from a
car in front of his house.

"EVANS! COME ON!"

	Grabbing his coat he went out to see what Kyle
wanted. After their conversation earlier that day
about Liz's tendency to fall in and out of love, Max
wasn't really looking forward to chatting again. The
music from the car's stereo was loud. Very loud. He
stepped outside and the first thing he saw was a very
intoxicated Kyle, who jumped up and down upon seeing
him.

"Kyle?"

"Evans! Evans! We're a little drunk."

"Well then you better be quiet before the neighbors
call the police."

	Looking back at his friends, Kyle couldn't miss the
opportunity to mock Max.

"Boys, you listen to my friend Max, he really knows
how to evade the law."

	When Kyle looked back at him, Max couldn't help not
being able to keep all of the annoyance out of his
voice.

"What do you want?"

"I figured it was time to bury the old hatchet, put
the past behind us, maybe go catch a concert. Come
on."

"Not interested."

"You know you want to see this guy as much as I do."

"You shouldn't be driving."

"You're right, guess you'll have to drive us, or we'll
be spending the night here on your lawn."

	With a frustrated look Max took the keys Kyle dangled
in front of him.


*~*~*~*

The car ride was mostly uneventful. Kyle talked a lot;
drinking seemed to bring that out in him. Max tried
not to laugh at his behavior, but he found that Kyle
wasn't quite as obnoxious while drunk. If the stuff
between Liz, Kyle, and himself wasn't as complicated
as it was, he may have even considered the possibility
of having Kyle as a friend.

He stopped himself in the middle of that thought. What
was he thinking? Him and Kyle Valenti being friends?

*~*~*~*

It didn't take very long to get to the French
Restaurant where the date was going on. Kyle and Max
wandered off from the rest of Kyle's friends upon
arriving. The two of them shared an uncomfortable
silence until they saw Liz and her date through the
window.

"Love is in the air. Can you smell it?"

	Max cast a baleful glance in Kyle's direction, then
looked back at the Liz. She looked happy, he wanted
her to happy. He couldn't take it anymore, and Kyle
bouncing up and down next to him only served to annoy
him further.

"You can walk to the club from here, I'll give you
your keys in the morning."

	Max started to walk away, but Kyle was right after
him.

"Wait wait wait wait wait, you can't leave now, its
just getting interesting."

	Max stopped long enough to turn and see Liz and her
date kiss, then turn to escape. That hurt. The look on
her face after the kiss burned into his soul. Quickly
he tried to leave once more. Kyle however was still
there.

"I've got to help you out man." Reaching into his
pocket he pulled out a flask. "Try this."

"I don't drink."

"What's it going to do kill you? No. It's going to
calm you down."

	Max looked at Kyle as he continued to try to convince
him.

"It'll just take the sting away. Just one sip."

	Frustrated and hurt, Max made a decision. He was
going to try it. What was the worst that could happen?
Without a word he took the flask and took a quick
drink from it. Immediately it hit him. He started
coughing and handed the flask back to Kyle. His vision
blurred. Kyle seemed farther away than he had been
moments ago.

"Dizzy?"

"My tongue," he stuck his tongue out and touched it
with his finger, "feels very heavy."

"You really don't drink do you?"

"Never."

"You my friend are drunk. How much did you chug?"

	Rather than explain verbally, which seemed a burden,
he used his fingers to indicate a ridiculously small
amount.

"This much."

	He felt like he was really close to Kyle, but it
looked like Kyle was farther away than he had been.
There was something in the way that Kyle was moving
and talking that put Max at ease. It was something he
couldn't identify. But it was... nice, to have Kyle
there. However far he was or wasn't. Kyle started to
laugh.

"What a wussy!" They both laughed and smiled. Then Max
realized what Kyle said.

"Did you just call me a wussy?"

"I believe I did."

	Max put his hand around Kyle's shoulder, his hand
resting on his neck. That felt...interesting. He liked
being close to Kyle, touching Kyle, and Kyle didn't
seem to mind so he kept doing it. He had thought of
something, but now he couldn't remember what it was he
had been about to say. So instead he turned to look
behind him. There he saw in the distance a mailbox.

"Do you see that mailbox? Beat you to it."

	Kyle snorted in disbelief, and laughed slightly. Max
hit him on the back, and both got down into a running
stance.

"On your mark. Go!"

	Max took off running, and a stunned Kyle was only
able to stare after him, before regaining enough wits
to start running as well.

"Wha...get set you skipped get set!"

	Kyle ran after him but Max had too much of a head
start to catch up. When he rounded the corner Max was
gone.

"MAX!"

	Kyle looked but didn't see him in any direction.

"EVANS! EVANS! Evans?"

*~*~*~*

	Kyle ran for a while, but he couldn't seem to find
the boy he had been racing with just moments ago.

"Evans? I know you're somewhere. You weren't that far
ahead of me."

	Kyle looked around where he was standing and licked
his lips. Then he began to whistle.

"Here Maxy Maxy! Here Maxy Maxy Maxy!"

"I want to thank you Kyle, for giving me a new outlook
on things."

	Shocked Kyle turned around to look for Max, whose
voice he was sure he heard. He had somehow managed to
get on top of an overhang of a building called "Night
out on the Town."

"How the hell did you get up there?"

	Kyle was definitely bewildered at this point.

"I used the ladder."

	Kyle looked left and right. There was no ladder.

"There is no ladder."

"Well yeah, now."

	Max said it like it was the most obvious thing in the
world, and then smiled and laughed a bit to himself.
Confused still, Kyle just shook his head.

"Ah... whatever. Get down from there before you break
your neck. And everybody blames me for getting you
trashed."

	Max scooted over and slid down a pole attached to the
building.

"Maybe getting you trashed wasn't such a good idea."

"No no, you were right."

"I was?"

"Yeah, all the stuff you said about me and about Liz,
I've been keeping all this stuff inside. Not
confronting the horrible ugly truth of it all."

	Kyle was getting a weird feeling. It wasn't bad it
was just... weird. Like something was about to happen,
and he wasn't sure what to do about it.

"I've been hiding for all these years Kyle... Years"

	Max put one hand on Kyle's shoulder. Kyle looked at
it. It didn't feel out of place. Lots of guys had
touched him in the past. Wrestling, locker room
brawls, an infinite number of things. But there was
something else in that touch. That one meant something
but Kyle just couldn't wrap his mind around it. All he
knew was that he didn't want Max to remove his hand.

"But its time the real Max comes out."

	Max's other hand was on his other shoulder. Max was
so close that Kyle could feel his breath on his skin.
His brain was shutting down, and his body was
responding to something he couldn't figure out. He
said the only thing he could think of at that moment.

"You wouldn't be gay by any chance would you?"

	He laughed a bit and so did Max, but Kyle couldn't
escape those liquid brown eyes. They took him in, held
him. He was so enthralled by them he didn't even think
to move away the closer and closer they got to him.

	Then he felt Max's lips brush up against his. His
first thought, Max has really soft lips. As he felt
Max's tongue against his lips he parted them, to
shocked to mind that Max was exploring every part of
his mouth. Then the images came. Flashes, Kyle
couldn't understand what they were; his brain wasn't
able to process what was going on.

	Kyle's second thought, am I hallucinating? He got
caught up in the moment. There was an attraction,
something he hadn't really been sure of. His tongue
instinctively pushed against Max's. He wanted to taste
Max; they had been in his mouth long enough.

	When they parted, Kyle looked at Max and what they
had just done clicked in his brain. He had just kissed
Max Evans, or rather, Max Evans had kissed him, and
then he had responded.

"Did we just kiss?"

"Yeah, it was good. You're so sexy."

"Thanks." That took a moment to register. "Did you
just call me sexy?"

"Yeah, sober Max would never tell you that to your
face, but the real Max, he'll tell you every thing he
thinks. No inhibitions, you should try it."

	That struck something in Kyle. He should try it? Very
well he would try it. Okay. No inhibitions Kyle here
we go. One of his hands came up to rest on Max's
shoulder, and he pushed him back against the building.
His other hand went to the back of Max's neck and
pulled him down for another kiss. This time Kyle
wanted to control what was going on.

	Max was willing to go with it. As Kyle pressed up
against his body, he realized that he was very hard
beneath his jeans. Then there was more tongue, licking
at his teeth, and wrestling with his own tongue. Then
there was another hardness, this one belonged to Kyle,
he was fairly certain anyway.

	Max's head lolled back swooning under the sensation
of having Kyle's body pressed against his. Kyle took
the opportunity to taste more of Max's flesh. He ran
his tongue down the taller boy's throat, even as his
hands began to find their way underneath Max's shirt.

	Max made this hot whimpering sound, and it drove Kyle
mad with lust. He wasn't even sure where all this
sexual energy had come from, but he couldn't stop
himself, and since Max didn't seem to be interested in
stopping him either, he plowed onward. His hands
finding Max's nipples, Kyle experimentally played with
them.

	Kyle could tell that Max was really enjoying that.
Max's hands were running up and down his body. They
seemed to not know what they wanted to touch the most.
Kyle was very appreciative of what they decided on.
His hips ground against Max's hand as he began to rub
his aching erection through the rough denim he was
wearing.

	Suddenly there was just too much clothing on both of
their parts. Pulling Max away from the building.

"We n-need... to get somewhere... private."

	It was hard to explain to Max anything while he was
kissing him, and trying to undo the zipper on his
pants. Finally Kyle had to pull Max's hand away from
his fly and put it on his shoulder.

"Kyle where can we go?"

"This way."

	Kyle followed Max, he would follow him anywhere he
wanted to get the other boy's hands back on his body.
A few short minutes later they were standing in front
of Kyle's house. Kyle practically ran up to the door
and opened it.

"My dad's going to be gone all night, working the
graveyard shift at the Police Station."

"Good."

	Max's voice sounded like sex. Kyle grabbed his hand
and pulled him into the house and went directly to his
room. Closing and locking the door he led Max to the
bed and sat him down. Then he crawled around behind
him and began kissing his neck while reaching his
hands underneath Max's shirt.

"Mmmm Kyle."

	Kyle pulled Max against him, and Max felt Kyle's
erection pushing into his back. He wanted to touch him
again, but Kyle was driving him nuts, alternating
between pushing his hands slightly underneath the
waistband of his jeans and boxers, and rubbing his
hands up across his chest and playing with his
nipples.

	Max lifted his arms so that Kyle could remove his
shirt, and then leaned his head back for another kiss
as Kyle began to rub his now bare stomach. He let
Kyle's tongue explore his mouth, just as Kyle's hands
were exploring his body. Kyle broke their kiss, and
his began to kiss Max's ear, as his hands finally
unbuttoned and unzipped Max's jeans.

	Kyle felt Max writhing under his ministrations and it
served to drive his lust forward even more.

"Kyle, your skin."

	Kyle was more interested in Max's skin than his own,
but he quickly leaned back to pull of his shirt, then
pulled Max back against him once more. They kissed
again, and then Kyle moved out from under Max, and
guided him down onto his back. Then he leaned over Max
to experimentally flick his tongue over the hard
points of Max's nipples, while simultaneously reaching
into Max's open fly and gripping his erection through
his boxers.

	Max moaned and ground his hips up against Kyle's
hand. Kyle was torn, he could stay where he was, and
continue to tease Max's nipples, or he could venture
on down and get to know little Max... well maybe little
wasn't the right word. Either way, feeling Max bucking
against him made up his mind. Getting off the bed for
a moment he quickly stripped Max of his pants and
boxers, and lost his jeans. He decided to remain in
his black silk boxers for the time being.

Max was making hot but irritated noises at the lack of
Kyle's body, and seemed to be resisting the urge to
grab himself to get the friction he desperately
wanted. Laying down next to Max, so that Max's now
naked cock was inches from his face, Kyle stopped to
admire Max's body.

Max for his part quickly lost interest in his own
erection when he noticed that Kyle's, though covered
in silk boxers, was now close to his own head. He
reached out to touch it even as Kyle's lips closed
over his cock. He gripped Kyle as hot wet warmth
closed over him. He began to try to thrust against
Kyle's mouth, but Kyle held him down.

If Max didn't start thinking of something other than
Kyle's lips and tongue sliding over him, he was going
to cum, and he didn't want to do that yet. So he began
to focus on Kyle's erection. Rubbing it through his
boxers. The contrast between hard and soft was turning
him on even more, if such a thing were possible.

Suddenly Kyle rolled over on top of Max, situating his
knees on either side of the boy's head. He wanted a
better angle for what he was doing. Max playing with
him through his boxers was driving him mad, but not as
much as Max's warm slick length sliding in and out of
his mouth. He gripped it at the base with one hand and
used the other to support some of his weight. His
tongue flicked out and over the head of Max's cock,
and he received an appreciative moan.

He was aware that his cock had slipped out of the
front slit of his boxers and that Max had begun to
feel it experimentally, and he tried to keep from
moving against the hand that was wrapped around him,
and stay focused on what he was doing.

Max was on overload, having 160lbs of varsity
Greco-Roman wrestler on top of him was better than
anything he could have imagined. Kyle's cock was
swaying back and forth, right above his lips; free of
the boxers Kyle was still wearing.

Finally he couldn't take it anymore, and wrapped his
lips around Kyle's erection. Which caused Kyle to moan
while he had Max's cock in his mouth, which made Max
buck his hips and whimper, which drove Kyle wild with
passion. The circuit the boys created between
themselves was quickly becoming too much for them to
handle.

Kyle began to caress Max's balls with his hand, while
Max was busy exploring Kyle's cock, testing it,
getting used to its feel, its width, its length, and
how it throbbed in his mouth. He had quickly adjusted
to letting Kyle thrust into him, letting Kyle control
everything but how hard he sucked, which he varied to
keep Kyle guessing and panting.

Finally the tension in Kyle spilled over, and his
orgasm rocked his body, unloading everything into
Max's mouth. Max was proud of himself for not choking,
and was rewarded by the salty sweet taste of Kyle. He
however did not stop sucking just because Kyle had
cum, which threatened Kyle's sanity. His senses were
overloading as Max began his own orgasm, spilling into
Kyle's mouth.

After a few moments Kyle let go of Max's cock, and
pulled himself away from Max's ravenous mouth. Then
turned his body around and kissed up Max's body and
neck before finally settling into a lazy kiss before
falling asleep with his head nuzzled against Max's
neck and chest.

*~*~*~*

That's all for Chapter 1, please email me with
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for the upcoming chapters at uninspired_teen@yahoo.com


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