FIC: shut me up | x-men: first class; sean/alex
Title: Shut Me Up
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sean/Alex
Warnings: PWP, smut, like, filthiness. Gagging. Trigger warning for verrrrrry slight dub-con.
Summary: Sean is gagged, fucked, and used. Consensually. Because consent is sexy.
A/N: Hey, it's short! For this prompt at xmen_firstkink.
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Alex realizes by the second day that Sean never fucking stops talking.
His mouth is always moving, miles a minute, about nothing important, the weather and what they’ll have for lunch and what those clouds look like and come flying with me. His voice is grating, ever-present, and comforting.
But sometimes Alex wants Sean to shut the fuck up. Like when he’s cornered up against a wall, Alex’s hands pressed to either side of his head. Alex wants him to shut up, to stop babbling and take it in, everything that’s happening, Alex’s breath on his neck, their lips nearly touching.
So when Sean finally stops yapping long enough to nod yes, say okay, meet me later, Alex knows he needs to make it happen. Needs to make that tongue still, make his eyes do the talking. He wants to see Sean’s body beg.
Alex waits, nude from the waist down, in the chair by his door for Sean, waiting for the tell-tale sound of muttering coming up the hallway, and when it comes, when the doorknob’s tumblers click, Alex jumps up, drags Sean in, and pushes him face-first against the wall.
“What the hell, Alex - “ Sean grunts angrily.
“Shut up,” Alex says, and he reaches forward, pulls Sean’s mouth open, and shoves a handkerchief in (his good one, the one he was allowed to keep in prison). “Don’t want you breaking all the fine fucking china.”
Sean’s voice is muffled but insistent, constant, protesting, and Alex grabs him by the back of the shirt and spins him around again.
“You want me?” he says, mouth thin and determined.
Sean nods slowly, eyes narrow.
“You want this.” It’s not a question, not really, but Alex is relieved anyway when Sean nods.
“You’re gonna need that fucking rag,” Alex continues, leaning in and mouthing at Sean’s jaw, “’cause without it you’ll break every window in this mansion.”
Sean whimpers through the gag, falling back against the wall with a thump. Alex grins at him.
“Turn around,” he says, “hands on the wall.”
Alex watches hungrily as Sean obeys, ass in those tight jeans sticking all in his business. He reaches around, undoes the fly, and pulls them down just enough so he can see what there is to see.
Sean’s ass is flat, tight, pale. Trembling. Alex can feel his pulse in his ears. “God,” he breathes. “I’m gonna fuck you sloppy.”
Unzipping himself frantically, he pulls himself out of his pants - almost there, almost there - pulls on the head, just a little, and leans forward to slide his dick between those cheeks. Sean vibrates, a mewling sound coming from deep in his throat.
“You like that?” Alex demands, grabbing Sean’s hips hard enough to bruise and rocking into him slowly, teasing. He reaches around, fondles Sean’s balls, and Sean lets his head fall forward between his outstretched arms.
He doesn’t say shit. He just moans like a dog in heat.
Alex leans in, licks his way up the dip of Sean’s spine, reaching into his pocket for the lotion he’d been carrying around for days, goddamn days waiting for this. He rubs it between his fingers, getting it warm and relishing the feeling: slick, predicting the future: hot, tight. His left hand still grips Sean’s hip, but it’s not enough to keep him under control: Sean’s getting ideas, one hand moving south to stroke himself slowly, like he thinks Alex isn’t gonna fucking notice.
Alex bites him, hard, on the side, making Sean yelp and slap his hand back on the wall, but Alex doesn’t let go right away, sinking his teeth in deep, feeling rib and bone under his tongue. He sucks, fingers sliding down the cleft of Sean’s ass, and growls against his skin as he slips one - two - three fingers in, one by one by one.
Sean’s back twists, a strangled, inhuman noise seeming to come from every part of him. “Does that burn?” Alex snarls against his side. “Does it feel good?”
Sean just nods, frantically: Both, both, both. His fingers clench and unclench on the wall as Alex twists, scissors, bends his fingers, brushing against him just so. Reaching around, Alex runs his fingers lightly up and down Sean’s cock, catching lines of precome and teasing them through his fingers.
“Hey Sean,” he says, and pulls his fingers out. “Guess what.”
Sean makes a desperate inquisitive noise, and Alex -
Slams back in, out, slams in, jackhammering into Sean’s ass. It’s gotta sting, gotta burn, gotta hurt like hell but Sean’s just taking it, tears starting at the corners of his eyes but man he’s just pushing his ass back like he can’t get enough. Alex is dying at the sight of his fingers pumping Sean’s ass, doesn’t think he can take it much longer, and now he’s the one talking his head off, all “fuck me” this and “take it, Sean, you little fucker” that. “I want you so fuckin’ bad” comes out more than once, and Alex pulls his fingers out for the last time as he feels Sean’s balls draw up.
“No you don’t,” he growls over muffled wails. “You don’t come until I fuckin’ say so.”
Slicks up, a mix of Sean’s precome and lotion and sweat, and slides in home, into tight heat until he’s balls-deep and his eyes are rolling. “Fuck,” he spits, and he’s bruising Sean’s hips now, Sean’s erection completely abandoned, but the other boy knows better than to go after it himself.
“All right,” Alex breathes, “here we go,” and he starts pumping his hips and his mind goes away; he’s all animal now, focused on hot and tight and slick and I wanna fucking come, I wanna fucking come. Maybe that’s Sean in his head, though, because he’s trying to say something through the spit-soaked cloth, nodding viciously and scrabbling at the wall.
“Come on,” spills out of him, “come on, push back, man, push back.” Sean is such a good listener, pushes his hips back, ass higher in the air, and rides through it with him, cock bobbing heavy between his legs as he bites down on the cloth. “Push me, baby, then you can come,” Alex bites out. Sean gives, and gives, and gives.
And Alex doesn’t want to come first, he wants to see Sean come undone with his eyes wide open, so he reaches around and pumps hard fast tight, grunting in Sean’s ear. “Come for me, you little motherfucker, Sean, you come for me right now,” and Sean does, back snapping, getting come all over the wall and sobbing into the handkerchief as Alex swallows him up in his mind, thrusts in deep one last time, and comes inside him, howling and frantic.
The world spins, rights itself, and Alex pulls the handkerchief from Sean’s mouth, absently wiping his hands with it. Even with it gone, Sean is speechless, forehead against the wall. His mouth is red and wrecked, eyes mostly closed, he’s flushed and sweaty and used.
Fuck if Alex doesn’t like him best this way.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sean/Alex
Warnings: PWP, smut, like, filthiness. Gagging. Trigger warning for verrrrrry slight dub-con.
Summary: Sean is gagged, fucked, and used. Consensually. Because consent is sexy.
A/N: Hey, it's short! For this prompt at xmen_firstkink.
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Alex realizes by the second day that Sean never fucking stops talking.
His mouth is always moving, miles a minute, about nothing important, the weather and what they’ll have for lunch and what those clouds look like and come flying with me. His voice is grating, ever-present, and comforting.
But sometimes Alex wants Sean to shut the fuck up. Like when he’s cornered up against a wall, Alex’s hands pressed to either side of his head. Alex wants him to shut up, to stop babbling and take it in, everything that’s happening, Alex’s breath on his neck, their lips nearly touching.
So when Sean finally stops yapping long enough to nod yes, say okay, meet me later, Alex knows he needs to make it happen. Needs to make that tongue still, make his eyes do the talking. He wants to see Sean’s body beg.
Alex waits, nude from the waist down, in the chair by his door for Sean, waiting for the tell-tale sound of muttering coming up the hallway, and when it comes, when the doorknob’s tumblers click, Alex jumps up, drags Sean in, and pushes him face-first against the wall.
“What the hell, Alex - “ Sean grunts angrily.
“Shut up,” Alex says, and he reaches forward, pulls Sean’s mouth open, and shoves a handkerchief in (his good one, the one he was allowed to keep in prison). “Don’t want you breaking all the fine fucking china.”
Sean’s voice is muffled but insistent, constant, protesting, and Alex grabs him by the back of the shirt and spins him around again.
“You want me?” he says, mouth thin and determined.
Sean nods slowly, eyes narrow.
“You want this.” It’s not a question, not really, but Alex is relieved anyway when Sean nods.
“You’re gonna need that fucking rag,” Alex continues, leaning in and mouthing at Sean’s jaw, “’cause without it you’ll break every window in this mansion.”
Sean whimpers through the gag, falling back against the wall with a thump. Alex grins at him.
“Turn around,” he says, “hands on the wall.”
Alex watches hungrily as Sean obeys, ass in those tight jeans sticking all in his business. He reaches around, undoes the fly, and pulls them down just enough so he can see what there is to see.
Sean’s ass is flat, tight, pale. Trembling. Alex can feel his pulse in his ears. “God,” he breathes. “I’m gonna fuck you sloppy.”
Unzipping himself frantically, he pulls himself out of his pants - almost there, almost there - pulls on the head, just a little, and leans forward to slide his dick between those cheeks. Sean vibrates, a mewling sound coming from deep in his throat.
“You like that?” Alex demands, grabbing Sean’s hips hard enough to bruise and rocking into him slowly, teasing. He reaches around, fondles Sean’s balls, and Sean lets his head fall forward between his outstretched arms.
He doesn’t say shit. He just moans like a dog in heat.
Alex leans in, licks his way up the dip of Sean’s spine, reaching into his pocket for the lotion he’d been carrying around for days, goddamn days waiting for this. He rubs it between his fingers, getting it warm and relishing the feeling: slick, predicting the future: hot, tight. His left hand still grips Sean’s hip, but it’s not enough to keep him under control: Sean’s getting ideas, one hand moving south to stroke himself slowly, like he thinks Alex isn’t gonna fucking notice.
Alex bites him, hard, on the side, making Sean yelp and slap his hand back on the wall, but Alex doesn’t let go right away, sinking his teeth in deep, feeling rib and bone under his tongue. He sucks, fingers sliding down the cleft of Sean’s ass, and growls against his skin as he slips one - two - three fingers in, one by one by one.
Sean’s back twists, a strangled, inhuman noise seeming to come from every part of him. “Does that burn?” Alex snarls against his side. “Does it feel good?”
Sean just nods, frantically: Both, both, both. His fingers clench and unclench on the wall as Alex twists, scissors, bends his fingers, brushing against him just so. Reaching around, Alex runs his fingers lightly up and down Sean’s cock, catching lines of precome and teasing them through his fingers.
“Hey Sean,” he says, and pulls his fingers out. “Guess what.”
Sean makes a desperate inquisitive noise, and Alex -
Slams back in, out, slams in, jackhammering into Sean’s ass. It’s gotta sting, gotta burn, gotta hurt like hell but Sean’s just taking it, tears starting at the corners of his eyes but man he’s just pushing his ass back like he can’t get enough. Alex is dying at the sight of his fingers pumping Sean’s ass, doesn’t think he can take it much longer, and now he’s the one talking his head off, all “fuck me” this and “take it, Sean, you little fucker” that. “I want you so fuckin’ bad” comes out more than once, and Alex pulls his fingers out for the last time as he feels Sean’s balls draw up.
“No you don’t,” he growls over muffled wails. “You don’t come until I fuckin’ say so.”
Slicks up, a mix of Sean’s precome and lotion and sweat, and slides in home, into tight heat until he’s balls-deep and his eyes are rolling. “Fuck,” he spits, and he’s bruising Sean’s hips now, Sean’s erection completely abandoned, but the other boy knows better than to go after it himself.
“All right,” Alex breathes, “here we go,” and he starts pumping his hips and his mind goes away; he’s all animal now, focused on hot and tight and slick and I wanna fucking come, I wanna fucking come. Maybe that’s Sean in his head, though, because he’s trying to say something through the spit-soaked cloth, nodding viciously and scrabbling at the wall.
“Come on,” spills out of him, “come on, push back, man, push back.” Sean is such a good listener, pushes his hips back, ass higher in the air, and rides through it with him, cock bobbing heavy between his legs as he bites down on the cloth. “Push me, baby, then you can come,” Alex bites out. Sean gives, and gives, and gives.
And Alex doesn’t want to come first, he wants to see Sean come undone with his eyes wide open, so he reaches around and pumps hard fast tight, grunting in Sean’s ear. “Come for me, you little motherfucker, Sean, you come for me right now,” and Sean does, back snapping, getting come all over the wall and sobbing into the handkerchief as Alex swallows him up in his mind, thrusts in deep one last time, and comes inside him, howling and frantic.
The world spins, rights itself, and Alex pulls the handkerchief from Sean’s mouth, absently wiping his hands with it. Even with it gone, Sean is speechless, forehead against the wall. His mouth is red and wrecked, eyes mostly closed, he’s flushed and sweaty and used.
Fuck if Alex doesn’t like him best this way.