Roswell The Search Chapter One
Max Evans stood on the lip of the cliff of the old gravel pit on the outskirts of Roswell; the late afternoon sun was a white-hot disc in a sky nearly washed clean of color. A dry hot breeze ruffled his thick dark hair and his hazel eyes squinted against the glare of the sun as it bathed the desert's surface in its hot light even as it slipped closer to the distant horizon. He watched, as the shadows grew deeper and longer until only a sliver of the sun's huge orb peeked over the tops of the distant craggy mountains, then silently it disappeared and night descended over the desert.
Walking to the jeep parked a few yards away Max rummaged through his battered backpack until his hands closed over the glassy coolness of the large orb he and Liz had unearthed a few weeks ago. Pulling it from the pack he held it in both hands staring down at its bluish purple surface and the spiral design cut deep into its otherwise flawless face. Was it a beacon of some sort? He didn't know, anymore than he knew who the stranger named Jason was or why he'd dreamed of him each night since he'd found the orb. Turning his handsome face skyward Max watched as the stars began to come out, winking on one by one across the black velvet night sky above him.
Still holding the orb in both hands he walked to the edge of the cliff and lifting it skyward he focused his mind on one thought, concentrating all of his energy into projecting the thought his mind called out, " I'm here!" it was a cry from the depth of his heart and soul.
Suddenly there was a tingling against the flesh of his hands and fingers where they touched the orb. Max opened his eyes and looked up at the orb he held thrust toward the night sky, for a few seconds the tingling increased in intensity then a beam of white light shot out of the spiral design in the stone's face and speared upward toward the stars.
Over a thousand miles away in the small western Illinois town of Eddyville, Jason Stiller had just placed the finishing touches to the drawing of Max standing in the desert with the same spiral design on the cliff's face behind him when he suddenly felt a surge of longing and a feeling of near desperation. Still clutching the pastel chalk stick in his left hand he hurried out the studio door that opened onto the flagstone garden behind his home and stood in the center of the moonlit garden. The blooming Bradford pears were raining down their white petals like tiny snowflakes, filling the air with a gentle blizzard of white, raising his face skyward Jason looked to the blazing diamond like stars scattered overhead and slowly closed his eyes. "I feel you!" the thought coursed from his heart and he sent it skyward to Max, hoping with every fiber in his being that Max would hear him answer.
He stood there for long minutes, arms outstretched in the moonlit garden with his face turned skyward as the blossoms continued to rain down around him while the waterfall gently bubbled in the background. At last he lowered his arms and opened his eyes to the sight of the star strewn sky and in that instant he knew what he would have to do if he were to ever find peace again. Jason went back into the studio and picked up the phone and quickly dialed a familiar number, after only a few rings he heard his friend answer.
"Hello?" Mark Smith said into Jason's ear.
"It's me." Jason said simply. "We have to go to Roswell."
"We have to go to Roswell?" Mark repeated. "Let me guess, you've suddenly decided that there is life on other planets and the Roswell crash site is the place we should start looking?" When Jason didn't answer his lighthearted jab Mark went on, "You really want to do this?"
"Its not a matter of whether I want to anymore, more like a feeling that I have to." Jason replied. "I know it all sounds crazy but I feel like he's calling me Mark."
Mark hesitated for a moment, "Okay Jaybo, but I'm warning you I'm not going to do a Thelma and Louise bit and let you drive us off the side of a cliff."
Jason smiled and laughed, "No, we won't be driving off any cliffs."
"So when do we start this Priscilla Queen of the Desert road trip?"
"Tomorrow." Jason said in a blunt tone.
Mark sighed, "Of course. Well I'd better let you go so I can start packing then," then he stopped "Just how long are we going to be gone?" he asked.
Jason paused for a moment, "I don't know."
Mark laughed, "I hope you don't go into the travel agent business because you'd really suck."
"Yeah, yeah, just be ready by say.oh elevnish?"
"Okay," Mark replied, "But I want you to know that you've just stepped into what's officially called the Twilight Zone."
Jason ignored the quip, "Just be ready by eleven, I'll pick you up at your house."
"See you tomorrow morning then." Mark said before hanging up.
Jason broke the connection but held the phone receiver against his goateed chin as he stared up at the image of the dark haired Max Evans on the canvas. "I don't understand any of this," he said aloud "I hope you have more answers than I do."
Later the same night Max Evans lay sleeping in a tangle of sheets that he'd kicked to the foot of the bed. Behind his closed lids he was standing in the desert alone with the night air caressing his naked body. He turned to look behind him and saw the face of a cliff and glowing against its craggy surface was the spiral symbol. Max began to walk toward the cliff to get a closer look, the sand beneath his bare feet was warm and soft and he left a line of footprints trailing behind him.
When he reached the base of the cliff he stopped and looked up at the giant glowing spiral, a gentle breeze began to blow and he shivered against the sudden coolness. He jumped suddenly when a hand reached out and touched his bare shoulder from behind and he spun around to see who it was.
The familiar yet strange nude form of the dark haired man named Jason stood a few feet away with his arms outstretched. Max stepped forward into Jason's open arms and laid his head against his shoulder as Jason's strong arms closed around him. Suddenly the chill of the night breeze was gone, replaced instead with the heat radiating from Jason's furry chest and stomach and Max snuggled in closer and wrapped his own arms around Jason's torso returning the hug.
They stood holding one another for long moments before Max raised his head and looked up into Jason's dark thickly lashed eyes, "Why are you here?" he asked.
In reply Jason bent his dark head forward and gently kissed Max's mouth, then his chin and neck.
Max sighed as Jason's gentle kisses moved like shifting shadows down his neck, across his collarbone and down to his chest.
Jason slowly kissed his way down the swell of Max's muscular pec until he reached the boy's dark nipple, flicking his tongue out to taste the brown nub before sucking it gently into his mouth.
Max groaned and his hands moved to wrap themselves in the silky black strands of Jason's dark hair pressing his head against his chest as Jason continued to suck on his nipple.
Trailing his tongue over the boy's flesh Jason moved to Max's other nipple and sucked it hungrily into his mouth savoring the slightly salty taste of his skin, smelling the scent of his skin and faint traces of soap.
Another soft moan escaped Max's parted lips as Jason's warm mouth sucked greedily at his left nipple, his tongue circling and flicking at his erect nub.
Jason reluctantly pulled his mouth from Max's nipple and kissed his way down the youth's muscled abdomen making his way toward the tube of flesh that began to swell from the center of his pubic bush.
Just as Jason's lips brushed the tip of his swollen cockhead Max gripped Jason's face and pulled him up from his kneeling position until their mouths locked in a probing kiss. After long moments Max broke the kiss and buried his face in the hollow of Jason's neck nuzzling and kissing. Then he moved his head downward his lips brushing over the soft forest of Jason's black chest hair until his seeking lips found the small erect nipple.
Jason gasped as Max's hot sucking mouth clamped down on his right nipple and he bit his lower lip to keep from crying out as the sensation sent shockwaves of pleasure through his entire body. Then with Max still suckling at his nipple he wrapped his muscular arms around the slender boy's body and crushed their bodies together. He groaned as he felt Max's hard cock press into his hip before it slid across his flesh and pressed its length against his own stiff shaft. Jason ground his hips forward and pressed their throbbing cocks together enjoying the feel of Max's long cock as it thrust against the underbelly of his thick tool before it skidded off and pressed forcefully against his hip.
Max pulled his mouth from Jason's nipple and quickly kissing him on the mouth again he knelt on the soft warm sand and buried his nose in the thick tangle of Jason's pubic hair. He inhaled drawing the musky male scent of Jason's crotch deep into his lungs before he pulled back and began to kiss the underside of Jason's thick cock.
Jason lightly gripped Max's head as he slowly licked his way down his shaft until Max's lapping tongue caressed his low hanging balls. He winced in pleasure as he felt Max suck first one large nut then the other into his warm soft mouth.
Max held Jason's heavy balls in his mouth for long moments sucking gently on them until his nutsac was slick with spit. Then letting the heavy balls slip from his mouth he kissed his way up the throbbing shaft of Jason's cock until his lips rested against the very tip of Jason's bloated and seeping cockhead. He flicked his tongue out and lapped up the clear pearl of precum that had formed at the slit tasting its salty tang on his tongue before he opened his mouth and slowly sucked the head between his lips.
Jason let his hands wander over Max's face cupping it between his palms as he sucked more and more of him into his mouth. He grimaced in pleasure as Max's mouth and lips slowly slid down the thickness of his shaft until his entire length was buried in his mouth.
As Max slowly pulled back he opened his eyes and looked up Jason's hairy torso and into his handsome goateed face. He loved the idea that he was giving this dark haired stranger so much pleasure and he wanted to see its effects.
Seeming to sense Max's eyes on him Jason opened his eyes and looked down the length of his body into the wide hazel eyes of this strange young man. The sight of Max's lips stretched over the width of his dick nearly made him blow his load and he had to fight the urge to let go.
Sensing Jason might be close to cumming Max drove his head forward and swallowed his thick cock in one lunge, then pulling back until he held only the head in his mouth he lunged forward again. Over and over he thrust his face forward impaling Jason's cock between his lips then pulled back again only to swallow its throbbing length again.
Jason watched mesmerized as Max's handsome face bobbed up and down over his crotch, his soft lips sliding up and down his glistening throbbing cock. He wanted this feeling to last forever but after long minutes he could feel his balls pull up and tighten against the base of his cockshaft as they prepared to empty their load of sperm.
Max was close to cumming too as he pumped his own cock in his fist in tempo with his mouth as he sucked on Jason's swollen dick. Suddenly he felt Jason's cock swell and grow even harder between his lips and a moment later he felt the first hot jet of cum squirt into his mouth and hit the back of his throat. He pulled back quickly until only Jason's swollen cockhead remained clamped between his lips as Jason's cock throbbed and jumped spewing its thick, hot, salty load onto his tongue and tonsils.
Jason let out a loud groan between his clenched teeth as he felt himself cumming, jetting long thick ropes of cum into Max's sucking mouth. His climax was so intense he came up on his toes as his cock unleashed jet after jet of cum.
Max's hand was a blur on his own eight-inch shaft as Jason unloaded his thick cock juice again and again into his mouth. It felt as if Jason were cumming a full gallon as he swallowed again and again. Then he felt the familiar hot tingle building at the base of his own cock as he began to spray his load onto Jason's naked calves and the desert sand. Again and again thick white ropes of cum squirted from his cockhead landing in thick splatters on Jason's hairy legs or shooting past onto the sand where they lay glistening like large pearls in the moonlight.
Jason pulled his still stiff but spent rod from Max's mouth and shakily lowered himself until he was kneeling in front of Max.
Max's hazel eyes stared back into the dark irises of Jason's eyes for long moments until both of their breathing returned to normal. Then with the grace of dancers moving in slow motion the two came together in an embrace, Jason's hairy body pressing into the smoothness of Max's hairless body. Slowly they both lay down on the sand and Max laid his head on Jason's chest as they both stared upward at the Milky Way shining far above them.
Jason lifted his head and gently kissed the top of Max's dark head, inhaling the clean smell of his hair.
Max raised his head and turned to look again into the depths of Jason's dark eyes, he opened his mouth to speak when suddenly everything began to dissolve. Grasping at Jason's torso with both hands Max tried to hold him there but like the cliff, the sky and the sand beneath him Jason was fading away.Max came awake with a start and looked around him in confusion. It took a moment for him to recognize that he was no longer in the desert but in his own bed and instead of Jason's warm firm body he was clutching a pillow to his chest. With a sigh he released the pillow and rolled onto his back to stare up at the ceiling, while slowly one crystal tear slid from the corner of his eye and glided down the plane of his cheek to disappear in the tangle of damp hair at his temple.
Jason awoke in a similar state of panic, he blinked several times in the dim light of his room before he realized he was at home in his own bed. With a sad sigh he looked to the digital clock on his bedside and saw that it was only seven a.m. He placed a forearm over his face to hide the fact that his dark eyes had filled with tears. After long moments he swiped at his wet cheeks and sat up on the side of the bed.
He stood and walked naked to his desk where his PC sat and situated himself in the black leather desk chair. With a few quick keystrokes the blank screen sprang to life and he waited for the wallpaper, icons and cursor to settle into place. Once the image of the schematic drawing of Voyager had solidified and the icons surrounding it had ceased to flicker he moved the mouse to the Internet icon and double clicked it. Once again he waited for the screen to settle and the hourglass to disappear before he quickly typed in an http address.
Through sleepy eyes he watched as the Travelers Website screen loaded and formed an image of the United States. Using the cursor he clicked over western Illinois before moving it to New Mexico and clicking again, then he clicked on the button that read Map Out Route. In a matter of seconds the map of the U.S. had a red line running from Eddyville in west Illinois to the state of New Mexico ending at the city of Roswell. With one final click of the mouse he hit the Print button and waited for the map to print.
As the printer zipped its cartridges back and forth across the paper Jason stood and walked to the closet careful not to stumble over the suitcases that he'd packed the night before. By the time he'd dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt the map had finished printing and lay in the tray, he picked it up and quickly scanned the path the computer had chosen as the fastest route. He would have flown but he hadn't had a commission in a few months and so with the limited funds he had on hand he would have to drive. That was one of the reasons he'd asked Mark to go with him. Aside from keeping him company he knew Mark could be trusted to drive when Jason himself became too tired.
He glanced at the bedside clock and saw that it was still only seven thirty. With a sigh he looked at the phone and pondered whether to call Mark so early, he knew his friend was usually an early riser but since he was on his new HIV medications it seemed Mark didn't rise as early as he once had. After another few moments of indecision he picked up the receiver and quickly dialed Mark's number.
Mark answered on the second ring, "Hello?"
"It's me," Jason announced.
"You're already ready to leave aren't you?" Mark asked.
Jason smiled, "Yes."
"Well come on then, by the time you get here I'll be ready to go." Mark said as he stifled a yawn.
"Are you sure?" Jason asked feeling guilty now that he'd actually called and at the sound of Mark's sleepy sounding voice.
"No I'm lying," Mark said jokingly.
"I'll be there shortly then." Jason said before he hung up.
As Max quickly dressed for school his mother stood at the back door speaking to a Mexican in his mid thirties wearing a straw cowboy hat, sweat stained blue work shirt and dirty blue jeans. He had asked to mow the lawn and do the weeding around the flowerbeds that encircled the house and some the trees. Since the boy who had tended their lawn last year had called to say he couldn't do it this year because he'd broken his leg Max's mother agreed to let the dark complexioned Mexican begin working on the yard.
While Max and Isabelle sat at the breakfast table and ate before going to school she mentioned to the children that there would be a Mexican gardener named Miguel doing the yard work this summer. Neither Max or Isabelle made much comment as they hurried to finish breakfast so they could drive across town and pick up Michael from his new apartment and give him a ride to school.
As the two teens clambered into the Jeep neither paid much attention to the gardener at the far edge of the front lawn and only Isabelle who wasn't driving raised her hand in a 'hello' gesture as they drove by.
The dark man raised his hand and waved careful to peer from beneath the brim of his hat and not reveal his face. He wasn't sure if the dark haired Max would remember his face from last week when he'd told Max and Liz to leave their sleeping place beneath the old abandoned radio tower. After the Jeep had passed he turned his attention to the flowerbed beneath one of the trees in the front yard.
As he pulled weeds from amongst the brightly colored flowers he heard a small cheeping sound. Carefully he parted the flower stalks until he saw the small featherless baby bird lying on the ground, its mouth wide and calling for its mother. Miguel looked around to make sure no one could see him and reaching out his hand he touched the helpless bird, there was an instant flash of blue light and suddenly the bird was quiet. When he withdrew his hand the bird lay still with its large glassy eyes staring upward, its mouth opened in a silent cry, at the very center of its tiny chest where Miguel had touched the bird was a ghostly silver imprint of his finger..
To Be Continued...
Roswell and it's characters are copyrights of Warner Brothers Studios based on original characters created by Melinda Metz in the written book form "Roswell High". This is a work of fiction and no copyright infringement is implied or inteded nor does this story imply the actual sexual orientation of the characters or the actors who play them.