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

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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.

Wait...

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...

Wanted...

Loved...

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?"

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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