FIC: blown | x-men: first class; sean/alex
Title: Blown
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sean/Alex
Warnings: Powers kink, fingering, Sean.
Summary: Somebody responded to this story's Sean by describing him as a sex kitten. I think that tells you more or less what you need to know.
A/N: For this prompt at 1stclass_kink .
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It starts the first night they’re in the mansion, when Sean pokes his head into Alex’s room after lights out and whispers, “I found the booze!”
An hour and a half later they’re lying on their backs on the lawn under the stars, an empty bottle of whiskey discarded by their feet, a bottle of gin on a wobbly journey from hand to hand.
“Did you ever do constellations?” Alex wonders aloud. “Like, that one’s the Little Dipper, that one’s Ursa Minor, that kind of thing?”
“Ursa Minor and the Little Dipper are the same constellation,” Sean informs him primly. “And yeah. Not much else to do where I’m from. Sort of the country.” He points up. “That’s Draco,” he says, his finger waving vaguely, “and that one there, that’s Boötes.”
“Booties?”
“Nonono. Boötes. The Bear Driver.”
“Riiight.” Alex flips over onto his stomach and squints at Sean. “You’re, you’ve got a thing on your face.”
Sean rubs at his face, looks at his hand, then looks at Alex. “Eh?”
Alex squints harder. “It’s freckles.”
Smiling, Sean presses his hand to his forehead. “’S hot out here,” he says, and has another swallow of gin. Pearls of liquid linger on his lips as he puts the bottle down in the grass, and Alex watches as he laps them up, slow like a distant thought.
“Yeah,” says Alex, “kind of.”
--
They each throw up (Sean does twice) and can’t get out of bed for training the next morning. Charles punishes them severely, that is to say, removes all the alcohol from the house, although Alex has floated the idea of a blood pact against gin until the end of time. After three, Alex manages to get some physical training done, but Sean is still in bed.
Dinner is awkward without Sean there to diffuse the tension between him and Hank, and Charles is glaring at him the whole time, so he excuses himself early and goes to visit Sean. He brings a book tucked under his arm and a deck of cards.
Before he can knock, Sean croaks out, “Come in.” The surprise must be evident on Alex’s face as he steps over the threshold, because Sean gives him a crooked grin and shrugs. “You walk loud. What’s that?” he adds, pointing at the book.
Alex drops it on his feet. “Constellations of the World,” he intones, “by Professor McBoring, do you know him?” Settling in the leather armchair by the head of Sean’s bed, he adds, “Thought you might be bored. Brought cards, too.”
“Thanks!” Sean says enthusiastically, sitting up a little straighter against the pillows. His legs stretch under the blankets as he leans forward to reach freckled, bony arms towards the book. “We can play war, yeah?” He opens the book to a random page, skims it, licks at his thumb, and turns the page.
Hairs raise at the back of Alex’s neck. He finds himself staring at the veins in Sean’s hands, the long sweep of his fingers. He wonders if his palms are paler than the backs of his hands and wonders, too, why he’s never checked before.
“Alex?”
Sean is looking at him oddly, he realizes, and he meets the other boy’s gaze, confusion flitting across his features. “Is it, um, accurate?” he falters.
“It’s all right.” Sean’s brow furrows. “You all right?”
“Yeah. I’m good.”
He’s fine. He doesn’t watch Sean’s fingers cut the deck or push his hair behind his ear. He doesn’t stay ‘til one in the morning talking about training the next day, either, and his breath definitely doesn’t falter at the thought of Sean’s flight training. It’s just training, after all. It’s no big deal.
--
The first time Alex blasts with accuracy, it’s a crazy rush. He wants to run away from Charles and Hank, run laps around the mansion, jump off a building, and kiss everyone he sees. He goes through the wings looking for Sean, but ultimately the other boy finds him, a huge grin on his face and his arms outstretched. Before Alex can figure out what’s happening, he’s getting the biggest, tightest hug of his life.
“Congrats, mate, I saw!” Sean gushes. “Charles showed us all the aftermath, he’s crazy pleased. Show me again, then, I want to see!”
He steps away, leaving Alex feeling empty and cold. “I can’t,” he says, and watches Sean’s face fall, “I need my suit - “
“Well that’s no problem! We’ll just get it,” Sean interrupts, brightening. “Gotta find Hank, c’mon!”
And he grabs Alex’s hand. Alex had protests but they disappear at the clasp of warm fingers on his own, and he can’t help but stroke his thumb over the back of Sean’s hand. Sean starts, then looks up at Alex with an electric little smile before dragging him down the hall.
--
“Absolutely not,” Hank says firmly. “Not without Charles.”
“But I did awesome today!” Alex argued. “I can handle it.”
“Besides, you can supervise us,” Sean adds.
Something sinks in Alex’s stomach.
“Fine,” Hank sighs, “just to get you to quit bothering me. I’ll get more mannequins.”
--
Alex feels unusually exposed in his skintight suit. He wonders if it’s his imagination that Sean is looking at him differently than normal, if his stare is actually lingering in the places he thinks they are or if it’s just wishful thinking, if the other boy is beginning to flush because of him or because the bunker isn’t well ventilated.
“No pressure,” he mutters, willing Hank to go away, and focuses the way Charles told him to. It’s too bad that all he can visualize is red hair and red lips. Something is concentrating, all right, but it’s heat in the pit of his stomach, all this attention and his nerves combining to make him twitch.
The heat spreads, pooling in the center of his chest, and begins to feel more familiar: power, control, destruction, and fire, trying to pull him forward but - he’s on top of it, he’s got it, he’s squeezing his eyes shut, and it’s bursting out of his skin and down the length of the hall with a deep dark boom.
When his eyes slide open again, Hank is blowing soot off his glasses and Sean is whooping and gesturing madly at the ashes that used to be the middle mannequin.
“Pretty good,” Hank says gruffly.
“Are you kidding me?” Sean yells. “It was brilliant! It was fuckin’ glorious. Alex,” he breathes, and Alex realizes that he is flushed now, for real. “Alex, you’re a fuckin’ god.”
His stomach lurches and he thinks he’s blushing now too. Rubbing the back of his neck, he laughs awkwardly. “I mean, it’s just practice.”
“Wow, I didn’t know you knew how to be modest.” Hank looks at him, genuine confusion in his eyes. Alex wishes he would just disappear.
Fortunately, Sean saves him. “Look, I’m going back to bed, but Alex, walk with me, yeah? Tell me how it feels.”
“Right,” he says, “I just, I have to change out of the - “
“Yeah yeah, just hurry up!”
--
“So?” Sean demands the minute Alex steps out into the hallway in his civvies.
Laughing under his breath, Alex shrugs. “It’s kind of like getting really, really angry, except it doesn’t feel bad, exactly,” he says as they begin walking towards Sean’s room. “You know what I mean? It’s like that same pulse, where you can feel your heart beat and it gets louder and louder. I always want to lash out, but I’m learning to control that. And then it’s like all the blood in your body heats way up and everything speeds up, and then it just - releases.”
“Sort of like sex?” Sean supplies, staring straight ahead.
Alex, for once, is stunned into silence.
“I mean,” Sean continues; they turn a corner, just a minute from his door now, “it sounds like sex. Like kissing, you can feel every part of yourself, everything speeds up, you fuck - “ the word spins through his lips fast and wicked - “and then you come, everything’s released. And it sounds like it feels good, what you do. Like sex.”
Reeling, Alex manages, “What about what you do? What does that . . . feel like?”
Sean stops in front of his door and turns to face Alex. “It feels like getting blown,” he says. “Good night.”
The door shuts in Alex’s face. Blood thrums in his ears. He’s hard and heavy between his legs, and he presses his forehead against the door.
This is so wrong on so many levels.
--
Sean bounds up to him the next day with the news that he’s done it, he’s mastered it, he can fly, isn’t it brilliant? Alex tries to control himself. He doesn’t look at Sean’s lips or marvel at the brightness of his eyes. He does say yes a bit too quickly when Sean offers to take him flying - “I think I’m strong enough for a short trip, but don’t let’s tell the professor” - because he’s always secretly wanted to fly, and why not? They’re just friends.
They climb to the roof to get a bit of height, Alex pops in earplugs, and Sean grips him under the arms. Alex wonders if he’s sweating too much, wonders if Sean would notice if he was, and then Sean is screaming and they’re taking off and nothing matters anymore.
Because Sean was right: the vibrations that curl down to his toes and reverberate up to the tips of his nose, combined with the recession of the ground below his feet, make him feel like he’s getting the best blowjob of his life. Every inch of him is overwhelmed, oversaturated, and to his distant chagrin he realizes he’s hard again. His mouth opens and he screams as they power low over the treetops, scaring birds into the sky in the dozens; he grips at Sean’s wrists and grins into the wind.
He worries that he’s going to come. There’s that familiar white-out feeling coming - but then they start descending, tumble from a few feet onto the ground, and Sean lands on top of him, hands pressed on either side of his head.
For a long moment they just stare at each other. Alex’s head is ringing; Sean’s lips are slightly parted, and he’s panting. Then he leans down - for a crazy moment Alex thinks he’s going to kiss him - but he just pulls the earplugs out of Alex’s ears with a small pop, then rolls off him into the grass.
“That was fun,” Sean comments, plucking at the stems of grass and looking over at Alex. His mouth is making that crooked grin again. Alex wonders what it means. “Did you have fun?”
“Yeah.” Alex is still half-hard and hopes Sean didn’t feel it. “You were right,” spills out of his mouth.
“Oh, was I? What about?” Sean’s hand stills in the grass.
“It felt like, you know. Like getting blown.” Alex swallows and forces himself to look Sean in the eye, but when he does there’s something in those eyes that scares him a little bit. Maybe they’re a little wider than usual, a little darker. Something’s hiding in there where Alex can’t get at it.
“I hoped you’d think that. Although I could tell, of course.” Sean turns his head, squinting up at the sun. “We can take the long way back. You’ll have more time to enjoy it, that way.”
Alarmed, Alex props himself up on his elbows. “What do you mean, ‘I could tell’?” he demands. “What the hell does that mean?”
Sean is all innocence. “Well, I was watching you,” he says, pointing his toes in a stretch. “You got all red.”
“I did not!”
“Anyway, you looked just like I do after I get back from a fly. Like you need a good fuck.” The corner of Sean’s mouth twitches. “Plus I felt you.”
Alex feels himself going beet red. He looks away, mumbling, “Sorry.” Clumsily, he gets to his feet. “I can walk back.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Sean grabs him by the ankle. “No need to apologize, mate, and where the hell are you going?”
Alex just stares at him. “What is your game, anyway?” he says finally, completely at a loss.
“It’s just a little fun,” Sean tells him.
And the boy is a demon, Alex realizes with the slow sinking certainty of lust circulating in his veins. “You knew what that was gonna do to me,” he accuses.
“Of course.” Sean shrugs. “I did tell you. Feels like you’re getting blown.” And Sean fucking winks at him. And it fucking turns him on more. “You looked like you could use it.”
Alex’s pulse is rising in his ears. This can’t be happening.
They fly home in silence, Alex wondering the whole time if he should say something. He ends up keeping his mouth shut, and Sean drops him off on the roof. “I’ve got a bit of practice left before dinner,” he says, and takes off again, leaving a ringing in Alex’s ears and uncertainty dancing through his body.
--
Dinner is chicken and pasta, which is eaten in Sean’s absence. He waltzes in halfway through dessert, which is some sort of disgusting British pudding that Sean seems absolutely thrilled to see. Alex, who’s been pushing at his food all evening, watches in awe as Sean charms his way into, and through, two bowls.
“You look like a child eating that,” Charles remarks as they wait for him to finish, “it’s all over your face.” He’s fond, like an indulgent parent, but Alex’s pulse is in his temples again as the tip of Sean’s tongue slips out to retrieve a stray smear of white cream.
“How was practice today, Sean?” Charles continues, and Alex chokes, but Sean just responds with “Fine” and tries unsuccessfully to get a third bowl. Everyone has a good laugh at his antics except Alex, who slams back from the table and stomps out without a word to anyone.
Half an hour later, there’s a knock on his door. “Go away, Sean,” he mutters from where he’s sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands, but it’s no good; Sean sidles his way in and pushes it closed with one finger.
“You all right, then?” Sean cocks his head. “You look a bit peaked.”
“Fine,” Alex says. “I’m fine.”
There’s a pause. Alex tries to make Sean disappear with his mind. Sean just looks him slowly up and down, eyes lingering . . .
And for some reason that’s it, the last little thing. Alex jumps up without a game plan or even a clear idea of his intentions and stalks towards him, pressing his hands to the door on either side of Sean’s head.
The beat before either of them makes a move is excruciating. Alex stares down at Sean, Sean stares up at Alex. Alex wonders if they’re moving closer to each other or if it’s his imagination.
“This is totally your fault,” he says, only it comes out a whisper and his voice is wrecked.
“Fuckin’ fool,” Sean replies, and he really truly is leaning up this time. “I’ve wanted you all over me for weeks.”
And Alex’s entire body surges forward of its own volition to press against Sean’s, Alex’s fingers scrabbling at the buttons of his pants. He can feel Sean hot and hard under his hands, and he groans, pressing his forehead to the other boy’s.
“Slow down. Kiss me,” Sean demands, and hooks his fingers into Alex’s shirt collar, dragging him forward. Their lips are a breath apart, Sean’s slightly parted. Alex licks at the corner of his mouth and Sean vibrates beneath him, panting hot breath wafting over his cheek.
He’s frozen, waiting for Sean to do something, but then Sean murmurs, “Kiss me,” and Alex understands, grabs him by the long hairs at the nape of his neck and by the shoulder and pulls him in tight. His mouth opens, demands, and Sean’s body melts against his, surging in waves against his thigh. The inside of Sean’s mouth is hot and wet and tastes of pudding, and Sean locks his hands around Alex’s neck, stroking at the skin under his shirt with one finger.
Alex has never gotten his hard this fast from kissing before. The lead Sean’s taken in the past few days is replaced by complete surrender: this is what he’s wanted all along.
Biting at his neck, Alex shivers as Sean’s hands travel the length of his back, slide under his pants, and squeeze his ass tight. “Have you done this before?” Alex asks him, and feels him nod against his neck. He’s suddenly, madly jealous of everyone who’s ever held this redheaded devil child before him, turns them both around and throws Sean on the bed.
“How much have you done before?” he growls, and when Sean bounces and says “Everything,” Alex frowns and looks away.
“Not like this, though,” Sean adds.
“What’s this like?”
The sun lights up around his smile. “It’s better,” he says. “I want you more.”
Alex’s stomach twists. “Want . . . ?”
“Well - “ Sean sits up on his elbows and starts undoing his pants, stroking at his hips. “I wanna do things to you.”
Swallowing, Alex watches him for a moment, then grabs his wrists. “Let me, let me,” he says, and finishes with Sean’s pants, pulling them and his boxers down and discarding them off the side of the bed. And, “Things?”
He’s curious. He’s terrified. He’s so damn hard.
Curling his fingers around his cock, Sean sighs, red rising in his cheeks. “I never got to see you come after we went flying,” he muses. “I want to see you come.”
Alex chuckles breathlessly. “That, uh, that won’t take long.”
“And I wanna blow you. I’ve been thinking, you know, I bet you taste better.” He starts stroking, loose and delicate, the bones in his wrist flexing as Alex watches. “It might be fun.”
“Fun,” Alex croaks. “Yep.”
He sits down next to Sean, unbuttons his pants because he just can’t take it anymore, and pulls his cock out. It’s hard, red, and leaking, and Sean stares at it as he jerks himself off, lips wet and parted. Alex squeezing the base. “If you keep looking at me like that I’m gonna come right now,” he says.
“No, no, no!” Sean looks distressed, stilling his hand. “Not yet. I haven’t gotten to do anything yet!”
Alex considers telling him that when foreplay lasts two weeks, sex is going to be kind of short, but then Sean is stepping off the bed and falling to his knees on the floor, pulling Alex’s pants and boxers to the floor, and taking matters in hand.
“Oh god.” Alex’s voice doesn’t sound like his own. He’s never heard himself this unraveled.
Sean breathes on the head, making Alex’s hips twitch, before taking it gently between his lips. Alex lets out a helpless “Ah-ah!” then bites his lip hard. Backing off slightly, Sean supplies, “Think about Boötes,” before licking a hot stripe up his cock.
“Ohhh god - “ His entire body is burning, fingers twisting at the sheets; his legs spread without his consent as Sean lavishes every inch of him with attention. It’s not just the touch of his mouth, either, it’s the affection with which he’s doing it - the smile at the corner of his mouth, the repeated touches to those places that make Alex writhe and moan. It feels to Alex like he’s drowning, and his pants turn to words that he spits between his teeth.
“Aquila, Ara, Capricorn, Corona Australis, Corona Borealis - “
Sean sucks the head back into his mouth again, fingers slipping low -
“Cygnus, Hercules, Delphinus, Equuleus, Indus, Liiiiiiiibra - “
Sean’s stroking between his legs as his mouth takes more and more of him in; Alex never knew his balls were so fucking sensitive -
“Lyra, Microsc-uh-opium, Ophiuchus please oh god don’t stop, Scorpio, Scutum - “
Sean’s nose buries itself in the curls between his legs and Alex’s eyes roll back in his head at the feel of his tongue wrapping around him; everything’s heavy and everything’s burning -
“Serpens, Sagitta, Sagittarius, Sean, Sean, Sean, please!”
His mouth snaps shut, his eyes stay open, and he watches as his cock disappears into Sean’s mouth for the last time - he comes like an explosion, ripping the blanket and bucking up into Sean’s mouth, making him choke and back off - come stripes Sean’s lips, making him grin, like a fox, like a beast, and Alex shakes himself down.
He can’t breathe. He certainly can’t think. So when Sean sits on his lap, ass settled on his slowly softening cock, all he can say is, “Ahhh.”
“I liked that,” Sean murmurs, biting his earlobe. “Wanna do something for me now?”
“Yeah,” Alex manages, “yeah, I do.”
With a kiss to his temple, Sean crawls onto the bed on all fours, spreading his legs. For a second Alex doesn’t understand - he can’t fuck him - but then Sean wipes Alex’s come off his face and spreads his ass, and Alex is watching open-mouthed as Sean smears come on his asshole.
“Just . . . touch me there,” Sean breathes, head drooping as he strokes at his entrance. “That’s all.”
That’s all, he says - Alex wonders if he could get hard again, just from that. But no. Focus. You have a duty to do.
He scoots forward on shaking knees, eyes wide and focused on Sean’s fingers, just beginning to disappear, slick, into his hole. “Don’t use all of it,” he finds himself whispering, and Sean just says, “I like it a little dry,” like it’s no big deal. But he moves his hand, presses back against Alex, and Alex just fucking goes for it like touching some guy’s ass is no big deal.
He strokes slowly up Sean’s thighs, scratches quick down his ass, and spreads him open. The tiny puckered hole fills up his entire world, the edges taken up by tiny whispers of “c’mon, Alex, please, it feels so fuckin’ - “
He touches it, leans in to bite gently at Sean’s ass, feels the slick of his own come, and, trembling, presses in. It’s tight, too tight, but he pushes another finger in immediately, because Sean’s telling him to - “more, you ass, it’s not enough - oh fuck but - yes!” - and because he wants that channel tighter around him.
Stretching his fingers apart, he notices Sean’s back beginning to sweat, his head falling to the bedspread. “Touch yourself,” he says, and Sean’s hand flies to his cock like he’s been waiting to be told. Alex tells him, “Slow,” and adds another finger, though it seems like way too much. He pulls out, pushes back in.
“Not - like that,” Sean bites out, and Alex freezes, only to hear a gasp, a brief chuckle. “Just - bend your fingers. There’s a little - “
And then speech is gone and Sean is whining because Alex crooks his fingers and gets it. Sean pushes back desperately against his hand, and Alex strokes him, gentle slow teasing, like the entire last two weeks, like “It feels like being blown,” like wanting to lick every drop of sweat from Sean’s lip, like Boötes and cream pudding. Alex would finger him until the end of time, keep him from coming, if he only goddamn could.
“Come on, Sean,” he whispers, his entire body curved over the other boy’s, lips pressed to his back, “come on. Faster. Come for me. Come on.”
Sean’s stripping his cock, looks like maybe it hurts, but he’s too far gone to care, pressing his hips back against Alex’s hand so fast he’s throwing off the rhythm. It makes him howl, cracking the glass of Alex’s mirror, but neither of them give a shit, Alex staring at his fingers disappearing into Sean’s hole, Sean staring at the inside of his own eyelids as everything stops and he comes, and comes, and comes.
When Sean slumps to the bed, Alex pulls out slowly, eyes wide. He looks down at Sean, then at himself. He’s half-hard again, what the fuck, exhausted and wired at the same time. He lets go, falls on his side, and stares at Sean through glassy eyes.
“Shit, man,” he manages.
“Yeah.” Sean’s lips barely move. Then he laughs. “God, I was right, that was so much better than, like, anything. I can’t wait ‘til you fuck me.”
Groaning, Alex covers his eyes. “Are you trying to kill me, man?”
Sean looks over at him, that shine back in his sleepy eyes. “Yes,” he says, nodding. “As slowly as I possibly can.”
Alex blushes, looks away. “Yeah.” He swallows. “I guess I can live with that.”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sean/Alex
Warnings: Powers kink, fingering, Sean.
Summary: Somebody responded to this story's Sean by describing him as a sex kitten. I think that tells you more or less what you need to know.
A/N: For this prompt at 1stclass_kink .
--
It starts the first night they’re in the mansion, when Sean pokes his head into Alex’s room after lights out and whispers, “I found the booze!”
An hour and a half later they’re lying on their backs on the lawn under the stars, an empty bottle of whiskey discarded by their feet, a bottle of gin on a wobbly journey from hand to hand.
“Did you ever do constellations?” Alex wonders aloud. “Like, that one’s the Little Dipper, that one’s Ursa Minor, that kind of thing?”
“Ursa Minor and the Little Dipper are the same constellation,” Sean informs him primly. “And yeah. Not much else to do where I’m from. Sort of the country.” He points up. “That’s Draco,” he says, his finger waving vaguely, “and that one there, that’s Boötes.”
“Booties?”
“Nonono. Boötes. The Bear Driver.”
“Riiight.” Alex flips over onto his stomach and squints at Sean. “You’re, you’ve got a thing on your face.”
Sean rubs at his face, looks at his hand, then looks at Alex. “Eh?”
Alex squints harder. “It’s freckles.”
Smiling, Sean presses his hand to his forehead. “’S hot out here,” he says, and has another swallow of gin. Pearls of liquid linger on his lips as he puts the bottle down in the grass, and Alex watches as he laps them up, slow like a distant thought.
“Yeah,” says Alex, “kind of.”
--
They each throw up (Sean does twice) and can’t get out of bed for training the next morning. Charles punishes them severely, that is to say, removes all the alcohol from the house, although Alex has floated the idea of a blood pact against gin until the end of time. After three, Alex manages to get some physical training done, but Sean is still in bed.
Dinner is awkward without Sean there to diffuse the tension between him and Hank, and Charles is glaring at him the whole time, so he excuses himself early and goes to visit Sean. He brings a book tucked under his arm and a deck of cards.
Before he can knock, Sean croaks out, “Come in.” The surprise must be evident on Alex’s face as he steps over the threshold, because Sean gives him a crooked grin and shrugs. “You walk loud. What’s that?” he adds, pointing at the book.
Alex drops it on his feet. “Constellations of the World,” he intones, “by Professor McBoring, do you know him?” Settling in the leather armchair by the head of Sean’s bed, he adds, “Thought you might be bored. Brought cards, too.”
“Thanks!” Sean says enthusiastically, sitting up a little straighter against the pillows. His legs stretch under the blankets as he leans forward to reach freckled, bony arms towards the book. “We can play war, yeah?” He opens the book to a random page, skims it, licks at his thumb, and turns the page.
Hairs raise at the back of Alex’s neck. He finds himself staring at the veins in Sean’s hands, the long sweep of his fingers. He wonders if his palms are paler than the backs of his hands and wonders, too, why he’s never checked before.
“Alex?”
Sean is looking at him oddly, he realizes, and he meets the other boy’s gaze, confusion flitting across his features. “Is it, um, accurate?” he falters.
“It’s all right.” Sean’s brow furrows. “You all right?”
“Yeah. I’m good.”
He’s fine. He doesn’t watch Sean’s fingers cut the deck or push his hair behind his ear. He doesn’t stay ‘til one in the morning talking about training the next day, either, and his breath definitely doesn’t falter at the thought of Sean’s flight training. It’s just training, after all. It’s no big deal.
--
The first time Alex blasts with accuracy, it’s a crazy rush. He wants to run away from Charles and Hank, run laps around the mansion, jump off a building, and kiss everyone he sees. He goes through the wings looking for Sean, but ultimately the other boy finds him, a huge grin on his face and his arms outstretched. Before Alex can figure out what’s happening, he’s getting the biggest, tightest hug of his life.
“Congrats, mate, I saw!” Sean gushes. “Charles showed us all the aftermath, he’s crazy pleased. Show me again, then, I want to see!”
He steps away, leaving Alex feeling empty and cold. “I can’t,” he says, and watches Sean’s face fall, “I need my suit - “
“Well that’s no problem! We’ll just get it,” Sean interrupts, brightening. “Gotta find Hank, c’mon!”
And he grabs Alex’s hand. Alex had protests but they disappear at the clasp of warm fingers on his own, and he can’t help but stroke his thumb over the back of Sean’s hand. Sean starts, then looks up at Alex with an electric little smile before dragging him down the hall.
--
“Absolutely not,” Hank says firmly. “Not without Charles.”
“But I did awesome today!” Alex argued. “I can handle it.”
“Besides, you can supervise us,” Sean adds.
Something sinks in Alex’s stomach.
“Fine,” Hank sighs, “just to get you to quit bothering me. I’ll get more mannequins.”
--
Alex feels unusually exposed in his skintight suit. He wonders if it’s his imagination that Sean is looking at him differently than normal, if his stare is actually lingering in the places he thinks they are or if it’s just wishful thinking, if the other boy is beginning to flush because of him or because the bunker isn’t well ventilated.
“No pressure,” he mutters, willing Hank to go away, and focuses the way Charles told him to. It’s too bad that all he can visualize is red hair and red lips. Something is concentrating, all right, but it’s heat in the pit of his stomach, all this attention and his nerves combining to make him twitch.
The heat spreads, pooling in the center of his chest, and begins to feel more familiar: power, control, destruction, and fire, trying to pull him forward but - he’s on top of it, he’s got it, he’s squeezing his eyes shut, and it’s bursting out of his skin and down the length of the hall with a deep dark boom.
When his eyes slide open again, Hank is blowing soot off his glasses and Sean is whooping and gesturing madly at the ashes that used to be the middle mannequin.
“Pretty good,” Hank says gruffly.
“Are you kidding me?” Sean yells. “It was brilliant! It was fuckin’ glorious. Alex,” he breathes, and Alex realizes that he is flushed now, for real. “Alex, you’re a fuckin’ god.”
His stomach lurches and he thinks he’s blushing now too. Rubbing the back of his neck, he laughs awkwardly. “I mean, it’s just practice.”
“Wow, I didn’t know you knew how to be modest.” Hank looks at him, genuine confusion in his eyes. Alex wishes he would just disappear.
Fortunately, Sean saves him. “Look, I’m going back to bed, but Alex, walk with me, yeah? Tell me how it feels.”
“Right,” he says, “I just, I have to change out of the - “
“Yeah yeah, just hurry up!”
--
“So?” Sean demands the minute Alex steps out into the hallway in his civvies.
Laughing under his breath, Alex shrugs. “It’s kind of like getting really, really angry, except it doesn’t feel bad, exactly,” he says as they begin walking towards Sean’s room. “You know what I mean? It’s like that same pulse, where you can feel your heart beat and it gets louder and louder. I always want to lash out, but I’m learning to control that. And then it’s like all the blood in your body heats way up and everything speeds up, and then it just - releases.”
“Sort of like sex?” Sean supplies, staring straight ahead.
Alex, for once, is stunned into silence.
“I mean,” Sean continues; they turn a corner, just a minute from his door now, “it sounds like sex. Like kissing, you can feel every part of yourself, everything speeds up, you fuck - “ the word spins through his lips fast and wicked - “and then you come, everything’s released. And it sounds like it feels good, what you do. Like sex.”
Reeling, Alex manages, “What about what you do? What does that . . . feel like?”
Sean stops in front of his door and turns to face Alex. “It feels like getting blown,” he says. “Good night.”
The door shuts in Alex’s face. Blood thrums in his ears. He’s hard and heavy between his legs, and he presses his forehead against the door.
This is so wrong on so many levels.
--
Sean bounds up to him the next day with the news that he’s done it, he’s mastered it, he can fly, isn’t it brilliant? Alex tries to control himself. He doesn’t look at Sean’s lips or marvel at the brightness of his eyes. He does say yes a bit too quickly when Sean offers to take him flying - “I think I’m strong enough for a short trip, but don’t let’s tell the professor” - because he’s always secretly wanted to fly, and why not? They’re just friends.
They climb to the roof to get a bit of height, Alex pops in earplugs, and Sean grips him under the arms. Alex wonders if he’s sweating too much, wonders if Sean would notice if he was, and then Sean is screaming and they’re taking off and nothing matters anymore.
Because Sean was right: the vibrations that curl down to his toes and reverberate up to the tips of his nose, combined with the recession of the ground below his feet, make him feel like he’s getting the best blowjob of his life. Every inch of him is overwhelmed, oversaturated, and to his distant chagrin he realizes he’s hard again. His mouth opens and he screams as they power low over the treetops, scaring birds into the sky in the dozens; he grips at Sean’s wrists and grins into the wind.
He worries that he’s going to come. There’s that familiar white-out feeling coming - but then they start descending, tumble from a few feet onto the ground, and Sean lands on top of him, hands pressed on either side of his head.
For a long moment they just stare at each other. Alex’s head is ringing; Sean’s lips are slightly parted, and he’s panting. Then he leans down - for a crazy moment Alex thinks he’s going to kiss him - but he just pulls the earplugs out of Alex’s ears with a small pop, then rolls off him into the grass.
“That was fun,” Sean comments, plucking at the stems of grass and looking over at Alex. His mouth is making that crooked grin again. Alex wonders what it means. “Did you have fun?”
“Yeah.” Alex is still half-hard and hopes Sean didn’t feel it. “You were right,” spills out of his mouth.
“Oh, was I? What about?” Sean’s hand stills in the grass.
“It felt like, you know. Like getting blown.” Alex swallows and forces himself to look Sean in the eye, but when he does there’s something in those eyes that scares him a little bit. Maybe they’re a little wider than usual, a little darker. Something’s hiding in there where Alex can’t get at it.
“I hoped you’d think that. Although I could tell, of course.” Sean turns his head, squinting up at the sun. “We can take the long way back. You’ll have more time to enjoy it, that way.”
Alarmed, Alex props himself up on his elbows. “What do you mean, ‘I could tell’?” he demands. “What the hell does that mean?”
Sean is all innocence. “Well, I was watching you,” he says, pointing his toes in a stretch. “You got all red.”
“I did not!”
“Anyway, you looked just like I do after I get back from a fly. Like you need a good fuck.” The corner of Sean’s mouth twitches. “Plus I felt you.”
Alex feels himself going beet red. He looks away, mumbling, “Sorry.” Clumsily, he gets to his feet. “I can walk back.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa!” Sean grabs him by the ankle. “No need to apologize, mate, and where the hell are you going?”
Alex just stares at him. “What is your game, anyway?” he says finally, completely at a loss.
“It’s just a little fun,” Sean tells him.
And the boy is a demon, Alex realizes with the slow sinking certainty of lust circulating in his veins. “You knew what that was gonna do to me,” he accuses.
“Of course.” Sean shrugs. “I did tell you. Feels like you’re getting blown.” And Sean fucking winks at him. And it fucking turns him on more. “You looked like you could use it.”
Alex’s pulse is rising in his ears. This can’t be happening.
They fly home in silence, Alex wondering the whole time if he should say something. He ends up keeping his mouth shut, and Sean drops him off on the roof. “I’ve got a bit of practice left before dinner,” he says, and takes off again, leaving a ringing in Alex’s ears and uncertainty dancing through his body.
--
Dinner is chicken and pasta, which is eaten in Sean’s absence. He waltzes in halfway through dessert, which is some sort of disgusting British pudding that Sean seems absolutely thrilled to see. Alex, who’s been pushing at his food all evening, watches in awe as Sean charms his way into, and through, two bowls.
“You look like a child eating that,” Charles remarks as they wait for him to finish, “it’s all over your face.” He’s fond, like an indulgent parent, but Alex’s pulse is in his temples again as the tip of Sean’s tongue slips out to retrieve a stray smear of white cream.
“How was practice today, Sean?” Charles continues, and Alex chokes, but Sean just responds with “Fine” and tries unsuccessfully to get a third bowl. Everyone has a good laugh at his antics except Alex, who slams back from the table and stomps out without a word to anyone.
Half an hour later, there’s a knock on his door. “Go away, Sean,” he mutters from where he’s sitting on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands, but it’s no good; Sean sidles his way in and pushes it closed with one finger.
“You all right, then?” Sean cocks his head. “You look a bit peaked.”
“Fine,” Alex says. “I’m fine.”
There’s a pause. Alex tries to make Sean disappear with his mind. Sean just looks him slowly up and down, eyes lingering . . .
And for some reason that’s it, the last little thing. Alex jumps up without a game plan or even a clear idea of his intentions and stalks towards him, pressing his hands to the door on either side of Sean’s head.
The beat before either of them makes a move is excruciating. Alex stares down at Sean, Sean stares up at Alex. Alex wonders if they’re moving closer to each other or if it’s his imagination.
“This is totally your fault,” he says, only it comes out a whisper and his voice is wrecked.
“Fuckin’ fool,” Sean replies, and he really truly is leaning up this time. “I’ve wanted you all over me for weeks.”
And Alex’s entire body surges forward of its own volition to press against Sean’s, Alex’s fingers scrabbling at the buttons of his pants. He can feel Sean hot and hard under his hands, and he groans, pressing his forehead to the other boy’s.
“Slow down. Kiss me,” Sean demands, and hooks his fingers into Alex’s shirt collar, dragging him forward. Their lips are a breath apart, Sean’s slightly parted. Alex licks at the corner of his mouth and Sean vibrates beneath him, panting hot breath wafting over his cheek.
He’s frozen, waiting for Sean to do something, but then Sean murmurs, “Kiss me,” and Alex understands, grabs him by the long hairs at the nape of his neck and by the shoulder and pulls him in tight. His mouth opens, demands, and Sean’s body melts against his, surging in waves against his thigh. The inside of Sean’s mouth is hot and wet and tastes of pudding, and Sean locks his hands around Alex’s neck, stroking at the skin under his shirt with one finger.
Alex has never gotten his hard this fast from kissing before. The lead Sean’s taken in the past few days is replaced by complete surrender: this is what he’s wanted all along.
Biting at his neck, Alex shivers as Sean’s hands travel the length of his back, slide under his pants, and squeeze his ass tight. “Have you done this before?” Alex asks him, and feels him nod against his neck. He’s suddenly, madly jealous of everyone who’s ever held this redheaded devil child before him, turns them both around and throws Sean on the bed.
“How much have you done before?” he growls, and when Sean bounces and says “Everything,” Alex frowns and looks away.
“Not like this, though,” Sean adds.
“What’s this like?”
The sun lights up around his smile. “It’s better,” he says. “I want you more.”
Alex’s stomach twists. “Want . . . ?”
“Well - “ Sean sits up on his elbows and starts undoing his pants, stroking at his hips. “I wanna do things to you.”
Swallowing, Alex watches him for a moment, then grabs his wrists. “Let me, let me,” he says, and finishes with Sean’s pants, pulling them and his boxers down and discarding them off the side of the bed. And, “Things?”
He’s curious. He’s terrified. He’s so damn hard.
Curling his fingers around his cock, Sean sighs, red rising in his cheeks. “I never got to see you come after we went flying,” he muses. “I want to see you come.”
Alex chuckles breathlessly. “That, uh, that won’t take long.”
“And I wanna blow you. I’ve been thinking, you know, I bet you taste better.” He starts stroking, loose and delicate, the bones in his wrist flexing as Alex watches. “It might be fun.”
“Fun,” Alex croaks. “Yep.”
He sits down next to Sean, unbuttons his pants because he just can’t take it anymore, and pulls his cock out. It’s hard, red, and leaking, and Sean stares at it as he jerks himself off, lips wet and parted. Alex squeezing the base. “If you keep looking at me like that I’m gonna come right now,” he says.
“No, no, no!” Sean looks distressed, stilling his hand. “Not yet. I haven’t gotten to do anything yet!”
Alex considers telling him that when foreplay lasts two weeks, sex is going to be kind of short, but then Sean is stepping off the bed and falling to his knees on the floor, pulling Alex’s pants and boxers to the floor, and taking matters in hand.
“Oh god.” Alex’s voice doesn’t sound like his own. He’s never heard himself this unraveled.
Sean breathes on the head, making Alex’s hips twitch, before taking it gently between his lips. Alex lets out a helpless “Ah-ah!” then bites his lip hard. Backing off slightly, Sean supplies, “Think about Boötes,” before licking a hot stripe up his cock.
“Ohhh god - “ His entire body is burning, fingers twisting at the sheets; his legs spread without his consent as Sean lavishes every inch of him with attention. It’s not just the touch of his mouth, either, it’s the affection with which he’s doing it - the smile at the corner of his mouth, the repeated touches to those places that make Alex writhe and moan. It feels to Alex like he’s drowning, and his pants turn to words that he spits between his teeth.
“Aquila, Ara, Capricorn, Corona Australis, Corona Borealis - “
Sean sucks the head back into his mouth again, fingers slipping low -
“Cygnus, Hercules, Delphinus, Equuleus, Indus, Liiiiiiiibra - “
Sean’s stroking between his legs as his mouth takes more and more of him in; Alex never knew his balls were so fucking sensitive -
“Lyra, Microsc-uh-opium, Ophiuchus please oh god don’t stop, Scorpio, Scutum - “
Sean’s nose buries itself in the curls between his legs and Alex’s eyes roll back in his head at the feel of his tongue wrapping around him; everything’s heavy and everything’s burning -
“Serpens, Sagitta, Sagittarius, Sean, Sean, Sean, please!”
His mouth snaps shut, his eyes stay open, and he watches as his cock disappears into Sean’s mouth for the last time - he comes like an explosion, ripping the blanket and bucking up into Sean’s mouth, making him choke and back off - come stripes Sean’s lips, making him grin, like a fox, like a beast, and Alex shakes himself down.
He can’t breathe. He certainly can’t think. So when Sean sits on his lap, ass settled on his slowly softening cock, all he can say is, “Ahhh.”
“I liked that,” Sean murmurs, biting his earlobe. “Wanna do something for me now?”
“Yeah,” Alex manages, “yeah, I do.”
With a kiss to his temple, Sean crawls onto the bed on all fours, spreading his legs. For a second Alex doesn’t understand - he can’t fuck him - but then Sean wipes Alex’s come off his face and spreads his ass, and Alex is watching open-mouthed as Sean smears come on his asshole.
“Just . . . touch me there,” Sean breathes, head drooping as he strokes at his entrance. “That’s all.”
That’s all, he says - Alex wonders if he could get hard again, just from that. But no. Focus. You have a duty to do.
He scoots forward on shaking knees, eyes wide and focused on Sean’s fingers, just beginning to disappear, slick, into his hole. “Don’t use all of it,” he finds himself whispering, and Sean just says, “I like it a little dry,” like it’s no big deal. But he moves his hand, presses back against Alex, and Alex just fucking goes for it like touching some guy’s ass is no big deal.
He strokes slowly up Sean’s thighs, scratches quick down his ass, and spreads him open. The tiny puckered hole fills up his entire world, the edges taken up by tiny whispers of “c’mon, Alex, please, it feels so fuckin’ - “
He touches it, leans in to bite gently at Sean’s ass, feels the slick of his own come, and, trembling, presses in. It’s tight, too tight, but he pushes another finger in immediately, because Sean’s telling him to - “more, you ass, it’s not enough - oh fuck but - yes!” - and because he wants that channel tighter around him.
Stretching his fingers apart, he notices Sean’s back beginning to sweat, his head falling to the bedspread. “Touch yourself,” he says, and Sean’s hand flies to his cock like he’s been waiting to be told. Alex tells him, “Slow,” and adds another finger, though it seems like way too much. He pulls out, pushes back in.
“Not - like that,” Sean bites out, and Alex freezes, only to hear a gasp, a brief chuckle. “Just - bend your fingers. There’s a little - “
And then speech is gone and Sean is whining because Alex crooks his fingers and gets it. Sean pushes back desperately against his hand, and Alex strokes him, gentle slow teasing, like the entire last two weeks, like “It feels like being blown,” like wanting to lick every drop of sweat from Sean’s lip, like Boötes and cream pudding. Alex would finger him until the end of time, keep him from coming, if he only goddamn could.
“Come on, Sean,” he whispers, his entire body curved over the other boy’s, lips pressed to his back, “come on. Faster. Come for me. Come on.”
Sean’s stripping his cock, looks like maybe it hurts, but he’s too far gone to care, pressing his hips back against Alex’s hand so fast he’s throwing off the rhythm. It makes him howl, cracking the glass of Alex’s mirror, but neither of them give a shit, Alex staring at his fingers disappearing into Sean’s hole, Sean staring at the inside of his own eyelids as everything stops and he comes, and comes, and comes.
When Sean slumps to the bed, Alex pulls out slowly, eyes wide. He looks down at Sean, then at himself. He’s half-hard again, what the fuck, exhausted and wired at the same time. He lets go, falls on his side, and stares at Sean through glassy eyes.
“Shit, man,” he manages.
“Yeah.” Sean’s lips barely move. Then he laughs. “God, I was right, that was so much better than, like, anything. I can’t wait ‘til you fuck me.”
Groaning, Alex covers his eyes. “Are you trying to kill me, man?”
Sean looks over at him, that shine back in his sleepy eyes. “Yes,” he says, nodding. “As slowly as I possibly can.”
Alex blushes, looks away. “Yeah.” He swallows. “I guess I can live with that.”