FIC: five times sean gave head & one time he got bummed | x-men: first class; sean/alex, etc.
Title: Five Times Sean Gave Head & One Time He Got Bummed
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sean/Alex, Sean/OMC, Sean/Erik, unrequited Charles/Erik, Sean/Hank
Warnings: Homophobia, hate speech, underage drinking, consensual underage sex.
Summary: What it says on the tin. Sean fucking loves to give head.
A/N: For this prompt at xmen_firstkink .
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0.
Sean makes an effort to learn new things about himself on a regular basis. He tries new foods at every opportunity, consumes illegal substances with fervor, and will commit any sexual act, no matter how perverse, at least once. That’s how Sean came to realize quite young that the most satisfying thing he could ever do is blow someone. As much as he loves the smell of cunt, there’s something about a mouth full of cock that sets him on fire. It’s the best drug, the best taste, better than fucking - Sean would live on his knees if he could.
1.
It’s his fifteenth birthday, late night, and his best friend Donovan is looking at him like he’s meat. “You’ve never eaten a girl out?” he demands. “Ever?”
Blushing, Sean swallows and looks away, tapping his nail on the edge of his beer bottle. “’S no big deal.”
“Sure it is,” Donovan tells him. “You got to get good at it or you’ll never get laid.”
“But I don’t know how,” Sean says helplessly. They’re behind the grocery store, a little alcove of concrete near where the deliveries come in. It’s dark and his head is spinning, just a little.
“Listen, I’ll tell you, little one.” Donovan grins, lacing his fingers together around his own bottle, heel tapping on the concrete. “Between her legs is her clit, which I know you daydreamed through health but it makes her jump. Like if a girl touches your cock.”
Nobody’s ever done that to me, Sean doesn’t say.
“So, right, you go down - slow, right, not straight to it, and kiss her first - kiss her thighs, spread her open.” Donovan laughs, low and croaky. “Then you get to taste her. Some guys don’t like it, but - “
“You do?” Sean’s lips feel swollen.
“Yeah. Tastes like it smells when you fuck.” Shark smile. “Now you gotta make your tongue flat, I think that makes it feel better. Then you rub at her clit with your tongue, maybe finger her a little, she’ll come in a minute.”
“Right.” Sean nods. “I can do that.” He doesn’t feel like he can do that. He feels like Donovan’s eyes are swallowing him.
Donovan cocks his head, looking at Sean shrewdly. “You ever been blown before?” he asks.
Shaking his head mutely, Sean flushes again, sure Donovan thinks him a child.
The corner of the other boy’s mouth twitches. “That’s all right,” he says, and Sean watches, mouth falling open, as he starts to rub at the front of his jeans. “It’s the same idea, though, so you maybe should get some practice. C’mere.”
Sean has no choice but to obey. Donovan has this hold on him, always tells him just what to do in that cocksure voice, and Sean can’t help but do it. He knows some girls have a thing for bad boys; he has a sinking feeling maybe he does as well.
Donovan unzips his fly, pulls his cock out, and strokes himself to hardness. “Mmm,” he lets out, and his voice is so deep that Sean can feel it reverberating through his body. “Get on your knees,” Donovan adds.
Of course Sean does. The gravel bites through the knees of his jeans; Donovan twines his fingers in Sean’s hair. “Lick me,” he demands, and Sean does, reaching up to balances himself, one hand on Donovan’s hip, one on the wall behind him. He licks from the base of Donovan’s cock to the head, slow, savoring. It tastes good, makes his knees weak. Sean moans.
“What are you,” Donovan grunts, “queer?” And Sean pushes his lips together, a frown forming between his eyes. “Suck it,” Donovan orders, and Sean feels anger burning in the pit of his stomach, anger and arousal, indistinguishable. He moves forward, lets the head of Donovan’s cock rest on his tongue, and closes his lips around it. It’s bigger than he’d expected, and he feels his lips stretch over it. Donovan’s staring down at him hungrily.
“What are you waiting for?” he grunts.
It’s instinct or anger or some combination of the two, but Sean swallows him down, lips tight around his teeth as he strokes his tongue along the vein. He’s salivating and distantly he feels his cock hardening in his pants, but this is personal, now. Donovan’s breathing faster, sweating at his temples, and Sean looks at him with disdain. His new goal is to get Donovan off as fast as possible and get away.
Problem is, there’s precome on his tongue and he’s swallowing tight around it and something about cock in his throat is making his back twist; he’s scratching Donovan’s stomach, pulling at the bottom of his shirt, and clutching at his ass, even as Donovan swats his hands away and breathes hard. Sean reaches down and squeezes his cock, strokes himself through his pants, and manages (just) to come before Donovan grunts and spurts over his tongue.
Breathing fast, Sean watches as Donovan tucks himself back in and glares at him. “Fuckin’ queer,” he says, licking his lips, and walks away, kicking his half-full beer away as he goes.
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2.
None of this dissuades Sean in the slightest. He likes cunt but he likes cock more, and getting picked up by Xavier’s team is the best thing could have ever happened to him. He’s surrounded by gorgeous men, bunking with gorgeous men, jacking off as gorgeous men breathe deep around him, and it’s only a matter of time before one or the other of them notice his lips.
He’s gotten plenty of compliments about cocksucker lips; he anticipates more. He just never expected them to come from Erik Lensherr.
Sean’s fine with wining and dining, but Erik’s way is good too. The older man simply walks up to him, tilts his head, and reaches up to run his fingers roughly across Sean’s lips, like checking a horse’s teeth. “I’ve heard things about you,” he says, and Sean’s heart dances. Erik’s quite good-looking, if terrifying.
“Yeah?” he says, all swagger and misplaced bravado. “What’ve you heard?”
“That you have cocksucker lips.” It sounds awkward and stilted in Erik’s almost imperceptible accent, but Sean’s cock twitches nevertheless.
“Who told you that?” Sean’s genuinely curious.
Erik just stares at him. “I want you to suck me off,” he says, and to his credit barely flushes at all. He’s hard, though, just thinking about it.
Sean smiles wryly. “No talking, eh?” he says, and gestures. “Lead the way.”
He follows Erik to his lavishly furnished bedroom. There’s a half-finished chess game in the corner, and Sean pointedly ignores it. He knows what he’s here for.
“On the bed, or against the door?” he quips, then watches as Erik silently strips off his pants and sits on the edge of the bed. “Fair enough,” he says.
“I thought we agreed no talking,” Erik growls.
Sean’s eyes fall shut briefly. Delicious. “Right. Quiet is my middle name.”
He falls to his knees, rubbing circles into Erik’s thighs with his thumbs. “Hang on,” he whispers, and leans in, breath speeding up as he nuzzles at the base.
Erik yanks him up by the hair, fists his cock, and presses it against Sean’s lips. Eyes wide, Sean looks up at him. “No talking,” Erik hisses, “no games, no fucking around.”
So Sean does his parlor trick, opens his mouth wide and swallows Erik down in one fell swoop - but then he pulls off, flattens his tongue, thank you Donovan, and takes it in again slowly. Pulls out, laps at the head, lets his eyes fall shut. He makes it sloppy, makes it fast, and holds on for dear life to Erik’s thighs as he hears the metal bedposts begin to creak.
Erik is making tiny whining noises in the back of his throat, shunting his hips back and forth just slightly in desperation. Most people would mind but Sean doesn’t much, just pressing his legs back into the bed. Inspiration drives him to taste his way lower, fisting Erik’s cock as he mouths at his balls, one finger pressing at his perineum.
Erik says - doesn’t shout - “Charles,” and then is silent as he comes, hips shaking. Sean bent over the way he is gets come all over his back, all in his hair, but he doesn’t mind, slicking it back like a rock star as he comes up for air. He tastes it: metallic.
“Get out,” Erik tells him, looking anywhere but at him, and Sean shrugs. He doesn’t take it personally.
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3.
The night before all hell breaks loose, Sean can hear Hank and Raven arguing, Raven stomping down the hall towards Erik’s room, and Hank stomping down the hall towards the lab. On the spur of the moment, and because he’s nervous, and because Hank’s mouth is almost as pretty as his own, he follows Hank, catching the lab door on the backswing.
“Fuck off,” Hank snarls without turning to see who it is.
“Rude,” Sean retorts, leaning his hip against the nearest stainless steel table. He can think of thousands of things he’d like to do on that table. “I know you just put your foot in your mouth somehow, Hank, but common courtesy, please!”
“Fuck. Off. Sean,” he repeats, pulling a syringe out of his pocket. Something about it makes Sean uneasy.
“I could,” he ventures. “Or I could make you feel better.”
Hank freezes. For a brief moment Sean thinks he’s going to get hit, and then Hank slips the syringe pack into his lab coat. Turns to look at him. His eyes remind Sean of Donovan’s.
“How?” Hank asks him.
Sean rolls his eyes. “Oh, you know how,” he says. “Just what I did for Erik. You know it, but nobody talks about it, for some fool reason.”
“It’s wrong,” Hank says under his breath, but he’s looking Sean up and down.
“I won’t dignify that with a response,” Sean says.
“You just did.”
“Does being cleverer than me get you off?” Sean steps closer. “Do you want it, or . . . ?”
“Yes I do,” Hank says all in one breath, fumbling with his jeans. “Is here okay?”
“Mm.” Sean nods. “But a bit kinky.” And again he sinks to his knees.
Hank is a bit different than the rest, he thinks as he teases the other man to hardness. He tastes different, a bit muskier, and he’s bigger than anyone Sean’s been with before, wider. He makes Sean’s mouth water, and Sean tells him so, which makes him blush.
Hank’s glasses fog up after just a minute, so he takes them off, and Sean is so astonished at his beauty that he moans with Hank’s cock in his mouth, something he hasn’t done since Donovan. Hank, though, looks like his life just got a thousand times better; he cries out, white-knuckling the edge of the table, and whimpers his way through an “Oh god, Sean,” which Sean’s cock appreciates.
Sean fondles his balls, squeezes his ass, the whole nine, and takes it slow, because he thinks Hank deserves a little nice treatment, he works so hard. Plus the stretch of Hank’s cock in his mouth needs to go on forever. Hank seems to think so too, his eyes locked on his cock disappearing into Sean’s mouth over and over. All he can say is, “Sean, your m-mouth.” Sean’s eyes slip closed; he makes it a good show.
It’s easier to lose himself in Hank than in Erik, because he likes Hank, he knows Hank hurts, and because this is what it’s supposed to be: wicked, intimate connection, the taste of come, knees shaking and the scratch of desperate fingers against his scalp. Hank comes long and slow, like he’s never even touched himself before, and taps Sean on the shoulder to bring him up.
“You’ve got, uh,” Hank says, tapping the edge of his mouth, once they’re on a level again. Sean licks at the corner of his mouth, tasting come, and Hank’s eyelids shutter. He reaches for Sean’s fly, but Sean shies away, grinning.
“Nah,” he says, “I’ll just beat off. You don’t want this like I do.”
Hank looks like he’s about to ask Sean if he’s sure, but changes his mind. Instead he says, “You like it?”
“Loads,” Sean says over his shoulder as he walks out the door, “more than anything else.”
(Of course the damn fool still takes the serum. Sean likes to think he did what he could.)
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4.
The first time he blows Alex, there’s tears in the corner of his eyes, not from the stretch or the way Alex won’t look at him but from the sting of sand and salt water, from the last time he saw Erik and Raven, from the long cruel wait in the hospital. They’re pressed up against the wall of a bathroom stall in some crummy corner of the ICU, they’ve just heard the word “paraplegia” for the first time, Alex just looked at him and Sean knew.
It’s hard and fast and messy, and Sean swallows more than he usually does around the sour lump in his throat. Alex is rough and desperate, scratches at Sean’s shoulders, ripping at the top of his shirt like it’s insulted him. His skin feels hot, and Sean’s worried he’s going to blast, but he just pumps his hips into Sean’s willing mouth and mouths curses, “fuck” and “cocksucker” and “so wet so tight fuck” until he comes, pulling out and striping Sean’s lips.
Sean looks up at him accusingly, panting. “Did that on purpose,” he says, and watches Alex slam the door and go, leaving him on his knees.
Something twists.
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5.
“I’m sorry,” Alex tells him one night when they’re hanging out in his room.
Sean doesn’t believe it. Alex is never sorry about anything. Why would he be sorry about this? Anyway, it’s not like Sean’s been moping. He’s very purposefully been cheerful, so cheerful that Moira snapped at him that morning for making an off-color joke over cornflakes. “This is serious!” she shrieked. Sean had just rolled his eyes.
“I’m serious.”
Alex is still looking at him. Sean raises an eyebrow skeptically.
“What are you sorry about?”
Alex rolls his eyes, looking away. “That I didn’t - say anything to you, when you left.”
“When I left . . . ?”
“After you gave me that blowjob?” Alex stares at him. “You seriously do remember, right?”
Nobody’s ever said anything about it after. Sean stares back. “Well,” he says. “That’s all right. I enjoyed it, anyway.”
“Me too,” Alex mumbles.
There’s an awkward silence. “Anything else?” Sean asks, slightly confused.
Alex flushes. “Wanna . . . well, do it again?” he manages.
“Yes,” Sean tells him without thinking, without considering all the ramifications, the fact that this maybe means he is queer after all, the fact that Charles is a few rooms down and will likely pick up on everything. All he knows is Alex is beautiful and wants him and said that he wanted him.
It’s good to be wanted.
Something feels different this time around as Alex tugs on the edge of Sean’s t-shirt and pulls him to the bed. They fall together, growing arousal pressed together, making Sean gasp and Alex wriggle under him. Alex starts to pull his pants off before Sean grabs at them, but then Alex moves for Sean’s pants and their hands stumble against each other.
“Um,” Sean stumbles, “what are you doing?”
Alex looks at him like he’s crazy. “I want to see you.”
Sean’s all hard and leaking in an instant and scrambles out of his pants as Alex does the same. This is new and raw and Sean is confused and incredibly turned-on as Alex strips off his shirt, revealing a hard chest and smooth stomach that Sean’s seen before but never drank in quite like this. He’s self-conscious, a bit, as he takes his own shirt off and gets tangled for a moment in the sleeves, because he’s never been naked doing this before and he’s smaller and much less beautiful than Alex.
Alex doesn’t seem to have gotten that memo, however, because he’s staring at Sean like he wants to devour him slowly, toes to the tips of his hair. “You’re so pale,” he marvels, and traces his freckles.
Sean swallows. “It’s a gift?” he manages.
Alex leans in to kiss him; Sean balks, but doesn’t back up enough to escape Alex’s arms encircling his hips. The kiss is tender for a second and then it heats up fast - Alex licks at his lips, long and slow strokes, and Sean loses all control, mouth opening, inviting, with a tiny whimper, as his body curls into Alex’s. There’s something incredibly satisfying about relinquishing control, even if just for a second, and Alex, who slips his tongue into Sean’s hot mouth and licks at his tongue with a wicked grin, seems pleased to be given the upper hand.
It doesn’t take long before Sean’s out of breath and has to pull away. Looking up, he licks his lips and presses them together, admiring the high flush on Alex’s cheeks, the sweat standing out on his upper lip, the way his lips are swollen now (because of him). He runs his fingers along Alex’s jaw without fully realizing what he’s doing, and Alex catches him by the wrist.
Sean swallows. “You’re sure this is okay?” he asks.
“Sure,” Alex replies, voice low with arousal and easy confidence. “This is what I like.”
Sean’s world spins, his fingers clench, and he begins to panic. “You like - I don’t understand - “
“Shh.” Alex squeezes his wrist. “Boys who look like you.” And he takes Sean’s fingers into his mouth one by one, suckling, tongue teasing at the tips. It’s the most delicious pantomime, and it makes Sean gasp and squirm and push him onto the bed in a tumble of limbs.
He’s leaning over Alex with their hips pressed together; he can feel Alex’s erection pressed against his own, and he throws his head back and whines deep in his throat. “Feels good,” he manages. “Ummm.”
Alex’s eyes are glazed over, and he’s staring down at their cocks rubbing against each other. “Oh man,” he whispers, “Sean,” and something in Sean shakes apart and he’s kissing his way down Alex’s collarbone, chest, stomach, shushing Alex at his warm “You don’t have to,” wrapping his lips around the head, tasting, savoring.
Shuddering at the gentle suction, the warm tight heat, and the sight of his cock slowly disappearing into Sean’s mouth, Alex wraps his fingers in the other boy’s hair. The tug at the roots makes Sean moan, his tongue lapping gently at everywhere sensitive. He’s teasing, and he doesn’t know why, but Alex’s legs thrashing on either side of his head make it worth it, absolutely.
“You’re - fuckin’ beautiful,” stumbles out of Alex’s mouth, and Sean’s eyes slip closed. His hand slips down and wraps around his cock, squeezes, relieving some of the desperate tension Alex’s bright eyes have caused.
Sean swallows Alex down, and Alex bucks his hips, biting his lip. His fingers trace the shape of his cock in Sean’s hollowed cheeks, and they both groan. Sean strokes himself slowly, feeling his balls draw up. He pulls off, wraps his lips around the base, buries his nose in Alex’s hair.
“More,” Alex tells him, “please, I want it all,” and Sean snaps his eyes up to him, fucking goes for it, takes it all, swallowing tight until Alex’s cock is nestled at the back of his throat - starts bobbing his head, eyes slipping shut, his hand moving faster on himself -
It doesn’t last as long as he expected, but it also lasts forever. He thinks he might always remember the feel of Alex coming deep in his throat, saying his name, pulling his hair and finally silent. He spills all over the sheets and pulls off, gasping, come leaking from the corner of his mouth.
Alex’s back arches and he falls to the bed, eyes closed. “Wow.”
“Mm.”
They don’t say anything else for a long while.
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+1.
Sean wakes up a few hours later, head still resting on Alex’s hip, dried come on his cheek and a hard-on weighing him down. He’s not sure what he was dreaming about but he thinks Alex was there. Maybe it was just an instant replay.
Alex is still asleep, breathing slowly through his nose. Sean sits up on his elbows, watches him. He’s sweating slightly in the still room, eyes moving under his eyelids.
“Are you dreaming about me?” Sean murmurs, and Alex mumbles in his sleep.
Sean kisses the inside of Alex’s thigh, making his cock twitch. It was meant to be affectionate, but it gives Sean ideas. He runs a finger down the vein, watching in fascination as Alex hardens. Wrapping his hand loosely around Alex’s cock, he pumps loosely a few times, kissing at the base. He doesn’t notice Alex waken until suddenly there are fingers on his wrist.
“What are you doing?” Alex mumbles sleepily, his voice cracking.
Sean grins up at him, kissing the side of his shaft. “What’s it look like?”
Alex looks at him seriously. “Would you freak out if I suggested something?”
Warily, Sean shakes his head.
“Since you’re being a fucking minx anyway - “ Alex grins. “ - would you let me fuck you?”
All thoughts fly out of Sean’s head. Honestly, he thought he would have panicked, but it sounds like the best idea anyone’s ever hard. Sean stares at Alex mutely, then nods, crawling up Alex’s body for a kiss.
Alex’s eyes shine, then fall shut, his tongue pushing Sean’s mouth open for a desperate, greedy kiss. The room is hotter, now, full of promise, and Sean grinds himself against Alex, making them both shiver. “Not too much,” Alex whispers into his mouth, “or I’ll come before we get anywhere.” Sean presses his hips into him one more time before rolling over and pulling Alex with him.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Alex tells him, like he’s done this before - maybe he has - and Sean obeys, staring at the bedspread with his heart in his throat. “You have lotion?” Alex asks, and Sean points at the side table. There’s the pop of the cap, then silence. Sean’s eyes slip shut as he imagines Alex rubbing the lotion between his fingers.
Then Alex’s stomach presses against his back and there’s slickness at his entrance. Sean tenses, and Alex says, “Relax, okay?” and pushes two fingers in, and then everything stops.
This he’s never done, and this is the one thing he’s been missing. It’s weird, it’s uncomfortable, but then Alex crooks his fingers and Sean goes boneless, making long senseless vowel sounds and scrabbling at the sheets. It’s nothing like fucking a girl, it’s better, and Sean is suddenly desperate to be full.
“Hurry up,” he manages to bite out, and feels Alex’s erection pressed against his backside. Alex has gone hot-silent, fingers trembling. He stretches, pulls out, and Sean knows he’s not ready but throws his head back gleefully anyway as Alex presses in. It’s a stretch, it burns, but it’s worth it to feel Alex settle in him, to hear him whisper, “Fuck, but you’re tight.”
For a minute they stay like that, Sean’s pulse racing in his head, and then it starts to feel better, and Sean says, “Go on,” and Alex pulls out and slams into him. Suddenly it’s not sweet anymore, it’s all need - Sean bites his lip until it bleeds as Alex grinds deep into him, twisting his hips. Stars breaks behind his eyes and he yowls, pressing back into Alex with every thrust, desperate, hungry.
“Take it,” Alex snarls, “take it, Sean - “
“More,” drips out of Sean’s mouth, and “please don’t stop, I need - I need - “
He comes fast, shaking head to toe, and cries out as Alex groans and keeps pounding into him. He’s overstimulated, sore, and too, too full, his ass aching. He wriggles experimentally, looking over his shoulder at Alex. “Are you close?” he whines.
“Fuck,” Alex hisses, “stay still,” and he comes, and Sean’s eyes roll back at the hot wet feel of come in his ass.
Alex trembles and collapses on top of him, still buried in his ass. He breathes hard in Sean’s ear, and Sean reaches awkwardly back to pet the back of his neck. “Squishing me,” he squeaks out, and Alex sighs, shivers, rolls off.
“Thanks,” he pants.
Sean just looks at him. “Yeah,” he says, feeling warm all over. He maybe has a new favorite pastime.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sean/Alex, Sean/OMC, Sean/Erik, unrequited Charles/Erik, Sean/Hank
Warnings: Homophobia, hate speech, underage drinking, consensual underage sex.
Summary: What it says on the tin. Sean fucking loves to give head.
A/N: For this prompt at xmen_firstkink .
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0.
Sean makes an effort to learn new things about himself on a regular basis. He tries new foods at every opportunity, consumes illegal substances with fervor, and will commit any sexual act, no matter how perverse, at least once. That’s how Sean came to realize quite young that the most satisfying thing he could ever do is blow someone. As much as he loves the smell of cunt, there’s something about a mouth full of cock that sets him on fire. It’s the best drug, the best taste, better than fucking - Sean would live on his knees if he could.
1.
It’s his fifteenth birthday, late night, and his best friend Donovan is looking at him like he’s meat. “You’ve never eaten a girl out?” he demands. “Ever?”
Blushing, Sean swallows and looks away, tapping his nail on the edge of his beer bottle. “’S no big deal.”
“Sure it is,” Donovan tells him. “You got to get good at it or you’ll never get laid.”
“But I don’t know how,” Sean says helplessly. They’re behind the grocery store, a little alcove of concrete near where the deliveries come in. It’s dark and his head is spinning, just a little.
“Listen, I’ll tell you, little one.” Donovan grins, lacing his fingers together around his own bottle, heel tapping on the concrete. “Between her legs is her clit, which I know you daydreamed through health but it makes her jump. Like if a girl touches your cock.”
Nobody’s ever done that to me, Sean doesn’t say.
“So, right, you go down - slow, right, not straight to it, and kiss her first - kiss her thighs, spread her open.” Donovan laughs, low and croaky. “Then you get to taste her. Some guys don’t like it, but - “
“You do?” Sean’s lips feel swollen.
“Yeah. Tastes like it smells when you fuck.” Shark smile. “Now you gotta make your tongue flat, I think that makes it feel better. Then you rub at her clit with your tongue, maybe finger her a little, she’ll come in a minute.”
“Right.” Sean nods. “I can do that.” He doesn’t feel like he can do that. He feels like Donovan’s eyes are swallowing him.
Donovan cocks his head, looking at Sean shrewdly. “You ever been blown before?” he asks.
Shaking his head mutely, Sean flushes again, sure Donovan thinks him a child.
The corner of the other boy’s mouth twitches. “That’s all right,” he says, and Sean watches, mouth falling open, as he starts to rub at the front of his jeans. “It’s the same idea, though, so you maybe should get some practice. C’mere.”
Sean has no choice but to obey. Donovan has this hold on him, always tells him just what to do in that cocksure voice, and Sean can’t help but do it. He knows some girls have a thing for bad boys; he has a sinking feeling maybe he does as well.
Donovan unzips his fly, pulls his cock out, and strokes himself to hardness. “Mmm,” he lets out, and his voice is so deep that Sean can feel it reverberating through his body. “Get on your knees,” Donovan adds.
Of course Sean does. The gravel bites through the knees of his jeans; Donovan twines his fingers in Sean’s hair. “Lick me,” he demands, and Sean does, reaching up to balances himself, one hand on Donovan’s hip, one on the wall behind him. He licks from the base of Donovan’s cock to the head, slow, savoring. It tastes good, makes his knees weak. Sean moans.
“What are you,” Donovan grunts, “queer?” And Sean pushes his lips together, a frown forming between his eyes. “Suck it,” Donovan orders, and Sean feels anger burning in the pit of his stomach, anger and arousal, indistinguishable. He moves forward, lets the head of Donovan’s cock rest on his tongue, and closes his lips around it. It’s bigger than he’d expected, and he feels his lips stretch over it. Donovan’s staring down at him hungrily.
“What are you waiting for?” he grunts.
It’s instinct or anger or some combination of the two, but Sean swallows him down, lips tight around his teeth as he strokes his tongue along the vein. He’s salivating and distantly he feels his cock hardening in his pants, but this is personal, now. Donovan’s breathing faster, sweating at his temples, and Sean looks at him with disdain. His new goal is to get Donovan off as fast as possible and get away.
Problem is, there’s precome on his tongue and he’s swallowing tight around it and something about cock in his throat is making his back twist; he’s scratching Donovan’s stomach, pulling at the bottom of his shirt, and clutching at his ass, even as Donovan swats his hands away and breathes hard. Sean reaches down and squeezes his cock, strokes himself through his pants, and manages (just) to come before Donovan grunts and spurts over his tongue.
Breathing fast, Sean watches as Donovan tucks himself back in and glares at him. “Fuckin’ queer,” he says, licking his lips, and walks away, kicking his half-full beer away as he goes.
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2.
None of this dissuades Sean in the slightest. He likes cunt but he likes cock more, and getting picked up by Xavier’s team is the best thing could have ever happened to him. He’s surrounded by gorgeous men, bunking with gorgeous men, jacking off as gorgeous men breathe deep around him, and it’s only a matter of time before one or the other of them notice his lips.
He’s gotten plenty of compliments about cocksucker lips; he anticipates more. He just never expected them to come from Erik Lensherr.
Sean’s fine with wining and dining, but Erik’s way is good too. The older man simply walks up to him, tilts his head, and reaches up to run his fingers roughly across Sean’s lips, like checking a horse’s teeth. “I’ve heard things about you,” he says, and Sean’s heart dances. Erik’s quite good-looking, if terrifying.
“Yeah?” he says, all swagger and misplaced bravado. “What’ve you heard?”
“That you have cocksucker lips.” It sounds awkward and stilted in Erik’s almost imperceptible accent, but Sean’s cock twitches nevertheless.
“Who told you that?” Sean’s genuinely curious.
Erik just stares at him. “I want you to suck me off,” he says, and to his credit barely flushes at all. He’s hard, though, just thinking about it.
Sean smiles wryly. “No talking, eh?” he says, and gestures. “Lead the way.”
He follows Erik to his lavishly furnished bedroom. There’s a half-finished chess game in the corner, and Sean pointedly ignores it. He knows what he’s here for.
“On the bed, or against the door?” he quips, then watches as Erik silently strips off his pants and sits on the edge of the bed. “Fair enough,” he says.
“I thought we agreed no talking,” Erik growls.
Sean’s eyes fall shut briefly. Delicious. “Right. Quiet is my middle name.”
He falls to his knees, rubbing circles into Erik’s thighs with his thumbs. “Hang on,” he whispers, and leans in, breath speeding up as he nuzzles at the base.
Erik yanks him up by the hair, fists his cock, and presses it against Sean’s lips. Eyes wide, Sean looks up at him. “No talking,” Erik hisses, “no games, no fucking around.”
So Sean does his parlor trick, opens his mouth wide and swallows Erik down in one fell swoop - but then he pulls off, flattens his tongue, thank you Donovan, and takes it in again slowly. Pulls out, laps at the head, lets his eyes fall shut. He makes it sloppy, makes it fast, and holds on for dear life to Erik’s thighs as he hears the metal bedposts begin to creak.
Erik is making tiny whining noises in the back of his throat, shunting his hips back and forth just slightly in desperation. Most people would mind but Sean doesn’t much, just pressing his legs back into the bed. Inspiration drives him to taste his way lower, fisting Erik’s cock as he mouths at his balls, one finger pressing at his perineum.
Erik says - doesn’t shout - “Charles,” and then is silent as he comes, hips shaking. Sean bent over the way he is gets come all over his back, all in his hair, but he doesn’t mind, slicking it back like a rock star as he comes up for air. He tastes it: metallic.
“Get out,” Erik tells him, looking anywhere but at him, and Sean shrugs. He doesn’t take it personally.
--
3.
The night before all hell breaks loose, Sean can hear Hank and Raven arguing, Raven stomping down the hall towards Erik’s room, and Hank stomping down the hall towards the lab. On the spur of the moment, and because he’s nervous, and because Hank’s mouth is almost as pretty as his own, he follows Hank, catching the lab door on the backswing.
“Fuck off,” Hank snarls without turning to see who it is.
“Rude,” Sean retorts, leaning his hip against the nearest stainless steel table. He can think of thousands of things he’d like to do on that table. “I know you just put your foot in your mouth somehow, Hank, but common courtesy, please!”
“Fuck. Off. Sean,” he repeats, pulling a syringe out of his pocket. Something about it makes Sean uneasy.
“I could,” he ventures. “Or I could make you feel better.”
Hank freezes. For a brief moment Sean thinks he’s going to get hit, and then Hank slips the syringe pack into his lab coat. Turns to look at him. His eyes remind Sean of Donovan’s.
“How?” Hank asks him.
Sean rolls his eyes. “Oh, you know how,” he says. “Just what I did for Erik. You know it, but nobody talks about it, for some fool reason.”
“It’s wrong,” Hank says under his breath, but he’s looking Sean up and down.
“I won’t dignify that with a response,” Sean says.
“You just did.”
“Does being cleverer than me get you off?” Sean steps closer. “Do you want it, or . . . ?”
“Yes I do,” Hank says all in one breath, fumbling with his jeans. “Is here okay?”
“Mm.” Sean nods. “But a bit kinky.” And again he sinks to his knees.
Hank is a bit different than the rest, he thinks as he teases the other man to hardness. He tastes different, a bit muskier, and he’s bigger than anyone Sean’s been with before, wider. He makes Sean’s mouth water, and Sean tells him so, which makes him blush.
Hank’s glasses fog up after just a minute, so he takes them off, and Sean is so astonished at his beauty that he moans with Hank’s cock in his mouth, something he hasn’t done since Donovan. Hank, though, looks like his life just got a thousand times better; he cries out, white-knuckling the edge of the table, and whimpers his way through an “Oh god, Sean,” which Sean’s cock appreciates.
Sean fondles his balls, squeezes his ass, the whole nine, and takes it slow, because he thinks Hank deserves a little nice treatment, he works so hard. Plus the stretch of Hank’s cock in his mouth needs to go on forever. Hank seems to think so too, his eyes locked on his cock disappearing into Sean’s mouth over and over. All he can say is, “Sean, your m-mouth.” Sean’s eyes slip closed; he makes it a good show.
It’s easier to lose himself in Hank than in Erik, because he likes Hank, he knows Hank hurts, and because this is what it’s supposed to be: wicked, intimate connection, the taste of come, knees shaking and the scratch of desperate fingers against his scalp. Hank comes long and slow, like he’s never even touched himself before, and taps Sean on the shoulder to bring him up.
“You’ve got, uh,” Hank says, tapping the edge of his mouth, once they’re on a level again. Sean licks at the corner of his mouth, tasting come, and Hank’s eyelids shutter. He reaches for Sean’s fly, but Sean shies away, grinning.
“Nah,” he says, “I’ll just beat off. You don’t want this like I do.”
Hank looks like he’s about to ask Sean if he’s sure, but changes his mind. Instead he says, “You like it?”
“Loads,” Sean says over his shoulder as he walks out the door, “more than anything else.”
(Of course the damn fool still takes the serum. Sean likes to think he did what he could.)
--
4.
The first time he blows Alex, there’s tears in the corner of his eyes, not from the stretch or the way Alex won’t look at him but from the sting of sand and salt water, from the last time he saw Erik and Raven, from the long cruel wait in the hospital. They’re pressed up against the wall of a bathroom stall in some crummy corner of the ICU, they’ve just heard the word “paraplegia” for the first time, Alex just looked at him and Sean knew.
It’s hard and fast and messy, and Sean swallows more than he usually does around the sour lump in his throat. Alex is rough and desperate, scratches at Sean’s shoulders, ripping at the top of his shirt like it’s insulted him. His skin feels hot, and Sean’s worried he’s going to blast, but he just pumps his hips into Sean’s willing mouth and mouths curses, “fuck” and “cocksucker” and “so wet so tight fuck” until he comes, pulling out and striping Sean’s lips.
Sean looks up at him accusingly, panting. “Did that on purpose,” he says, and watches Alex slam the door and go, leaving him on his knees.
Something twists.
--
5.
“I’m sorry,” Alex tells him one night when they’re hanging out in his room.
Sean doesn’t believe it. Alex is never sorry about anything. Why would he be sorry about this? Anyway, it’s not like Sean’s been moping. He’s very purposefully been cheerful, so cheerful that Moira snapped at him that morning for making an off-color joke over cornflakes. “This is serious!” she shrieked. Sean had just rolled his eyes.
“I’m serious.”
Alex is still looking at him. Sean raises an eyebrow skeptically.
“What are you sorry about?”
Alex rolls his eyes, looking away. “That I didn’t - say anything to you, when you left.”
“When I left . . . ?”
“After you gave me that blowjob?” Alex stares at him. “You seriously do remember, right?”
Nobody’s ever said anything about it after. Sean stares back. “Well,” he says. “That’s all right. I enjoyed it, anyway.”
“Me too,” Alex mumbles.
There’s an awkward silence. “Anything else?” Sean asks, slightly confused.
Alex flushes. “Wanna . . . well, do it again?” he manages.
“Yes,” Sean tells him without thinking, without considering all the ramifications, the fact that this maybe means he is queer after all, the fact that Charles is a few rooms down and will likely pick up on everything. All he knows is Alex is beautiful and wants him and said that he wanted him.
It’s good to be wanted.
Something feels different this time around as Alex tugs on the edge of Sean’s t-shirt and pulls him to the bed. They fall together, growing arousal pressed together, making Sean gasp and Alex wriggle under him. Alex starts to pull his pants off before Sean grabs at them, but then Alex moves for Sean’s pants and their hands stumble against each other.
“Um,” Sean stumbles, “what are you doing?”
Alex looks at him like he’s crazy. “I want to see you.”
Sean’s all hard and leaking in an instant and scrambles out of his pants as Alex does the same. This is new and raw and Sean is confused and incredibly turned-on as Alex strips off his shirt, revealing a hard chest and smooth stomach that Sean’s seen before but never drank in quite like this. He’s self-conscious, a bit, as he takes his own shirt off and gets tangled for a moment in the sleeves, because he’s never been naked doing this before and he’s smaller and much less beautiful than Alex.
Alex doesn’t seem to have gotten that memo, however, because he’s staring at Sean like he wants to devour him slowly, toes to the tips of his hair. “You’re so pale,” he marvels, and traces his freckles.
Sean swallows. “It’s a gift?” he manages.
Alex leans in to kiss him; Sean balks, but doesn’t back up enough to escape Alex’s arms encircling his hips. The kiss is tender for a second and then it heats up fast - Alex licks at his lips, long and slow strokes, and Sean loses all control, mouth opening, inviting, with a tiny whimper, as his body curls into Alex’s. There’s something incredibly satisfying about relinquishing control, even if just for a second, and Alex, who slips his tongue into Sean’s hot mouth and licks at his tongue with a wicked grin, seems pleased to be given the upper hand.
It doesn’t take long before Sean’s out of breath and has to pull away. Looking up, he licks his lips and presses them together, admiring the high flush on Alex’s cheeks, the sweat standing out on his upper lip, the way his lips are swollen now (because of him). He runs his fingers along Alex’s jaw without fully realizing what he’s doing, and Alex catches him by the wrist.
Sean swallows. “You’re sure this is okay?” he asks.
“Sure,” Alex replies, voice low with arousal and easy confidence. “This is what I like.”
Sean’s world spins, his fingers clench, and he begins to panic. “You like - I don’t understand - “
“Shh.” Alex squeezes his wrist. “Boys who look like you.” And he takes Sean’s fingers into his mouth one by one, suckling, tongue teasing at the tips. It’s the most delicious pantomime, and it makes Sean gasp and squirm and push him onto the bed in a tumble of limbs.
He’s leaning over Alex with their hips pressed together; he can feel Alex’s erection pressed against his own, and he throws his head back and whines deep in his throat. “Feels good,” he manages. “Ummm.”
Alex’s eyes are glazed over, and he’s staring down at their cocks rubbing against each other. “Oh man,” he whispers, “Sean,” and something in Sean shakes apart and he’s kissing his way down Alex’s collarbone, chest, stomach, shushing Alex at his warm “You don’t have to,” wrapping his lips around the head, tasting, savoring.
Shuddering at the gentle suction, the warm tight heat, and the sight of his cock slowly disappearing into Sean’s mouth, Alex wraps his fingers in the other boy’s hair. The tug at the roots makes Sean moan, his tongue lapping gently at everywhere sensitive. He’s teasing, and he doesn’t know why, but Alex’s legs thrashing on either side of his head make it worth it, absolutely.
“You’re - fuckin’ beautiful,” stumbles out of Alex’s mouth, and Sean’s eyes slip closed. His hand slips down and wraps around his cock, squeezes, relieving some of the desperate tension Alex’s bright eyes have caused.
Sean swallows Alex down, and Alex bucks his hips, biting his lip. His fingers trace the shape of his cock in Sean’s hollowed cheeks, and they both groan. Sean strokes himself slowly, feeling his balls draw up. He pulls off, wraps his lips around the base, buries his nose in Alex’s hair.
“More,” Alex tells him, “please, I want it all,” and Sean snaps his eyes up to him, fucking goes for it, takes it all, swallowing tight until Alex’s cock is nestled at the back of his throat - starts bobbing his head, eyes slipping shut, his hand moving faster on himself -
It doesn’t last as long as he expected, but it also lasts forever. He thinks he might always remember the feel of Alex coming deep in his throat, saying his name, pulling his hair and finally silent. He spills all over the sheets and pulls off, gasping, come leaking from the corner of his mouth.
Alex’s back arches and he falls to the bed, eyes closed. “Wow.”
“Mm.”
They don’t say anything else for a long while.
--
+1.
Sean wakes up a few hours later, head still resting on Alex’s hip, dried come on his cheek and a hard-on weighing him down. He’s not sure what he was dreaming about but he thinks Alex was there. Maybe it was just an instant replay.
Alex is still asleep, breathing slowly through his nose. Sean sits up on his elbows, watches him. He’s sweating slightly in the still room, eyes moving under his eyelids.
“Are you dreaming about me?” Sean murmurs, and Alex mumbles in his sleep.
Sean kisses the inside of Alex’s thigh, making his cock twitch. It was meant to be affectionate, but it gives Sean ideas. He runs a finger down the vein, watching in fascination as Alex hardens. Wrapping his hand loosely around Alex’s cock, he pumps loosely a few times, kissing at the base. He doesn’t notice Alex waken until suddenly there are fingers on his wrist.
“What are you doing?” Alex mumbles sleepily, his voice cracking.
Sean grins up at him, kissing the side of his shaft. “What’s it look like?”
Alex looks at him seriously. “Would you freak out if I suggested something?”
Warily, Sean shakes his head.
“Since you’re being a fucking minx anyway - “ Alex grins. “ - would you let me fuck you?”
All thoughts fly out of Sean’s head. Honestly, he thought he would have panicked, but it sounds like the best idea anyone’s ever hard. Sean stares at Alex mutely, then nods, crawling up Alex’s body for a kiss.
Alex’s eyes shine, then fall shut, his tongue pushing Sean’s mouth open for a desperate, greedy kiss. The room is hotter, now, full of promise, and Sean grinds himself against Alex, making them both shiver. “Not too much,” Alex whispers into his mouth, “or I’ll come before we get anywhere.” Sean presses his hips into him one more time before rolling over and pulling Alex with him.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Alex tells him, like he’s done this before - maybe he has - and Sean obeys, staring at the bedspread with his heart in his throat. “You have lotion?” Alex asks, and Sean points at the side table. There’s the pop of the cap, then silence. Sean’s eyes slip shut as he imagines Alex rubbing the lotion between his fingers.
Then Alex’s stomach presses against his back and there’s slickness at his entrance. Sean tenses, and Alex says, “Relax, okay?” and pushes two fingers in, and then everything stops.
This he’s never done, and this is the one thing he’s been missing. It’s weird, it’s uncomfortable, but then Alex crooks his fingers and Sean goes boneless, making long senseless vowel sounds and scrabbling at the sheets. It’s nothing like fucking a girl, it’s better, and Sean is suddenly desperate to be full.
“Hurry up,” he manages to bite out, and feels Alex’s erection pressed against his backside. Alex has gone hot-silent, fingers trembling. He stretches, pulls out, and Sean knows he’s not ready but throws his head back gleefully anyway as Alex presses in. It’s a stretch, it burns, but it’s worth it to feel Alex settle in him, to hear him whisper, “Fuck, but you’re tight.”
For a minute they stay like that, Sean’s pulse racing in his head, and then it starts to feel better, and Sean says, “Go on,” and Alex pulls out and slams into him. Suddenly it’s not sweet anymore, it’s all need - Sean bites his lip until it bleeds as Alex grinds deep into him, twisting his hips. Stars breaks behind his eyes and he yowls, pressing back into Alex with every thrust, desperate, hungry.
“Take it,” Alex snarls, “take it, Sean - “
“More,” drips out of Sean’s mouth, and “please don’t stop, I need - I need - “
He comes fast, shaking head to toe, and cries out as Alex groans and keeps pounding into him. He’s overstimulated, sore, and too, too full, his ass aching. He wriggles experimentally, looking over his shoulder at Alex. “Are you close?” he whines.
“Fuck,” Alex hisses, “stay still,” and he comes, and Sean’s eyes roll back at the hot wet feel of come in his ass.
Alex trembles and collapses on top of him, still buried in his ass. He breathes hard in Sean’s ear, and Sean reaches awkwardly back to pet the back of his neck. “Squishing me,” he squeaks out, and Alex sighs, shivers, rolls off.
“Thanks,” he pants.
Sean just looks at him. “Yeah,” he says, feeling warm all over. He maybe has a new favorite pastime.