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Ryan gasped against Michael’s lips, chasing the other man for a moment before he realized how easy he was being, and moving back, biting the inside of his cheek. “I, uh,” He swallowed. “I should get back to the party. You know. Mingle, meet some clients.”

Michael hummed, but didn’t move further. His fingers were light touches along the side of his neck, dancing across his collar bone and shoulders. Even though he was the smaller of the two of them, Ryan scarcely noticed. The way his dark eyes had spotted him across the room and pinned him with his gaze as he walked towards him; the way he said a few words, smiled as Ryan stumbled over an answer, and led him off to an isolated stairwell with nothing but a squeeze of his hand and a nod of his head. Fuck, he was easy.

And that’s where he found himself now, twenty minutes later. Clothes shifted and heart pounding. He was sure his hair was a mess, too. His lips as red and swollen as Michael’s were, oh God -

“You probably should,” Michael murmured, tugging Ryan back to the moment at hand. “But I would love it if you came home with me, and let me take some pictures of you sometime.” He leaned forward again, lips brushing against Ryan’s ear, hand trailing to the front of his trousers. Ryan couldn’t help how his eyes slipped shut, relaxing against the wall he was pressed against.

Michael slipped something into his pocket and for the second time, pulled away. Ryan made a confused noise, cracking an eye open again. Michael was smiling at him, warm and indulgent. 

“My card,” he explained, rocking on the balls of his feet. “Give me a call sometime, James, love to hear from you again.” He gave Ryan a wink, and before Ryan could even comprehend what had been said, he was gone, slipping out of the stairwell, presumably back into the party. 

The model wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, willing his heart to calm and his body to cool down. “It’s Ryan,” he said to no one, idly touching the faint outline of Michael’s business card in his pocket. Of course Michael couldn’t have known that. It didn’t quite come up in the five minutes they had talked, everyone else called him James. But -

that is very true! ryan is michael’s beloved human who is so pretty and so sweet that he ends up attracting a bunch of deities and creatures and michael always has to check up on ryan (not that he isn’t a smart, capable man who is in love with michael and would never have an affair or anything, but some of those gods do not take no for an answer and some of the monsters have quite sharp teeth). the point is, ryan’s really really important to michael.

Of course I know what pon farr is! Just because I haven’t watched any Star Trek anything, there’s quite a few things I’ve picked up on just by being on the internet. (For those who aren’t aware, however, it boils down to a Vulcan’s mating period, which happens for a Vulcan once every seven years... not every Vulcan at once, mind you. And it’s quite literally a Fuck or Die scenario in most cases.)

Well I haven’t thought much about pon farr but I think how it would go down has, in a large part, to do with whether Michael and Ryan are together at that point. Going through pon farr is kind of a big deal, so I imagine that would be an interesting conversation - Michael wondering if Ryan likes him enough to go through with mating with him and the repercussions of that. However, if they weren’t together beforehand it could lead to a lot of grief. Michael would probably try to preemptively go back to his home planet or at the very least quarantine himself from the ship’s crew and Ryan especially. If Michael told Ryan about his odd behavior, though, you know Ryan would insist on mating with Michael. Personally, however, i prefer the first scenario. 

“Gavin was complaining about how ‘intensely close’ you and Meg are,” Michael said, walking into the bedroom. Ryan looked up from his book - Michael had just got back from hanging out with some coworkers at the bar, though he wasn’t that drunk and it wasn’t that late, so Ryan actually answered him.

“Oh, did he now?”

“Yeah. And the more he talked, the more pissed off I got. Even though it’s stupid.” 

“What? About him complaining?”

“No!” Michael shouted, though there was no actual heat behind it, more like he was overly excited to talk. He quickly tugged his shirt over his head and stepped out of his shoes. “You and Meg. I mean, I don’t care but, you’re mine.”

Ryan raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like you care a little bit. What? Afraid she’s gonna steal me?”

Michael hopped onto the bed and straddled his boyfriend’s hips. “No,” he said, a bit petulantly. “But I’m still, you know, pissed.”

“You mean jealous,” Ryan corrected. Michael countered that with an angry, possessive kiss, one that involved the hint of teeth and left Ryan flushed when he pulled away. “M-Michael?”

Michael grabbed at Ryan’s chin with one hand, his thumb tracing his bottom lip, and his other hand pressed against his crotch, roughly feeling his cock and balls through the boxers Ryan wore. “Yeah, maybe I’m jealous,” he said, a familiar glint in his eyes that made Ryan’s breath hitch. “And I’m gonna make you sorry for it. Got a problem with that?”