Author : cybrwench
Category : PG13 for sexual innuendo
Pairing : Max/ wouldn't you like to know
Summary: someone's in lurve. read and find out
Distribution : want take have just make sure my name stays in the author box


Small towns are so cruel. Everything is more pronounced and things that would be considered normal enough in New York are considered evil here in Roswell New Mexico.

I don't even know why I'm still here.


Yes I do.

Max Evans.

This is hard for me to say... but I love him. And I can't tell anyone. I want to shout it from the rooftops, but I can't. What we have is forbidden.

You see, I'm a guy. A man.

I like Max's parents and his sister and I know this would tear Max and his family apart.

So I keep quiet.

But I can't wait for the day that Max and I graduate. We've decided to go to Boston. Max will attend Harvard and I'll work.

Max turned my life around. One day I wanted nothing to do with humans and the next...

See, I can make him forget.

I can make him forget the White Room.

I can make him forget the supposed betrayal of the woman he thought he loved.

I can make him forget the death of his friend, Alex.

I can make him forget the ultimate betrayal of the mother of his child.

And in return, he makes me feel special...



I'm watching him now. I envy the way his lashes kiss the tops of his cheeks and the breath the carresses his lips.

I envy the sheer cotten sheet that hides him from me.

In his sleep, I watch Max moan and he turns, pressing his body to mine and slipping a muscular arm around my waist.

Involuntarily, my hand comes up and carresses his cheek, absorbing the soft yet grainy texture of his skin.

His eyes flutter open and I wonder how someone who has ben through so much emotional termoil, still have such innoccent eyes.

"What is it?" he murmurs and all I can do is smile tenderly as I reach down to stroke his lips with my own.

"Nothing. I... I love you Max."

Oh God.

What if he laughs?

What if he doesn't feel the same way?

What if I just made a fool of myself?

But none of these things happen. Instead Max smiles brilliantly and rolls me under him.

How can I love him so much?

That's easy.

He is as much a part of me as I am of him, and as I hear his whispered declaration of love all I can think is...

"I love you too Zan."

"Does this count as narcissism?"


I'll give thanx where it's due and I want to thank mnemosyne or Triple M for that last line.

didja like?

it was my first try at uc slash so plz be nice