got my mind set on you (part four)
part three! and the still being updated WIP at the kinkmeme
Hank laughed throughout the five minute drive from the Mansion to the apartment and up the stairs until Alex opened the door with a mile wide grin that normally spelled trouble for Hank. But it was something in the combination of both Alex’s grin and Alex himself that made Hank’s laugh stutter, his breath hitch, his shoulders relax. Alex’s hair was barely dry, the ends still curling every which way in its normal random way. He wore a black button up, dark jeans and no shoes. For some reason that just freaked Hank out a little, probably because Hank had weird looking feet and hated showing anyone his feet, but Alex was just not wearing shoes. Hank always felt the most exposed when he wasn’t wearing shoes, didn’t Alex feel exposed just standing there, barefoot and sexy? Anyone could see him and know what they might - no, what they were probably going to do and come and steal him from Hank.
That was a weird thought. And a little predatory, if he was to be quite honest with himself. Also, dirty.
“You just gonna stand there ogling me or you gonna come eat this fucking awesome dinner I made me but you can eat too?”
Hank sighed. Some people really never changed. “I would come in but there is a midget blocking my entry into your midget apartment. Oh wait, that’s you.”
“I’m sorry, not all of us were gifted with Jolly Green Giant genes.” But Alex stepped aside to let Hank in, and he knew that Alex would nag him if he didn’t toe off his shoes and they were his shitty ones anyway because they didn’t squeak and he knew Raven’s radar would go off if he even considered skipping dinner. The whole chase sequence would have been easier if her radar wasn’t so good in the first place, but it had been the shoes that had allowed Hank to escape without capture. Years of sneaking off to his ‘lab’ during dinner had made the squeak of his shoes like a tracking device and he wouldn’t put it past her to put one under his skin just so she could track him all of the time.
“Hank. Hank. Hank. Henry Phillip. Doc. Kid. Boss. Baby.”
“Hm?” Hank looked at Alex and he realized that he had one shoe off and he was half-in, half-out of the other. “Oh sorry, head’s kind of in a weird place right now. I got chased out of the house by Raven and Sean.” Plus, you look really hot, his mind added, but his lips were quick enough to allow that thought to not come out.
“You’re so weird. You didn’t respond to anything except baby.” Alex’s smile slid into his smirk and Hank rolled his eyes.
“Maybe I like it.”
“Thinking of legally changing it? What would your name be - Baby Henry Phillip McCoy? You’d sound like a birth announcement. Plus it’d sound weird when you get your doctorate thingie. Doctor Baby. Actually …” Alex winked and.
And oh, oh shit that made Hank’s blood rush to a part that didn’t need to be filled with warm, rushing blood at this very moment. Fuck Alex Summers and his tight black shirt and these really bad ideas that were making his mind want to run through chemical formulas so he could actually eat dinner instead of just go in the bathroom and jack off for like, the rest of his life.
“Baby, did I break you?” Alex asked, and Hank almost snarled out an answer but he couldn’t place that voice and he looked up the moment Alex’s hand connected with his elbow. Alex frowned. “Shit, I did. Before I molest you I should feed you, right?” Hank’s brain still hadn’t returned to functional operation, and he moved his mouth but he couldn’t actually form words to say let’s have sex instead so when Alex pulled at his elbow he stumbled forward into the wall and pressed Alex up against it. One could claim it was the animal nature that everyone had inside of them - the pull and the push. Hank pressed Alex’s mouth against his moments after thinking that, and Alex keened up into him, hand pressing firmly into Hank’s collarbone, it’s pair behind Hank’s ear and Hank pressed harder until they were closer than they had been the day before. “Stop.”
Hank paled and started to scoot back. “I - I’m -“
“Not that, asshole. I want to do that. I just want to feed your little genius mind beforehand so we don’t get stuck with hunger pains halfway through the fourth inning.” Alex was awful about making everything into a sports analogy. “So, back up and let me get us some water,” Alex cleared his throat, “and then we’ll eat and commence with the fun stuff.”
Suddenly Hank was acutely aware of the envelope tucked in his back pocket.
As Alex went to fill up their water glasses and Hank directed himself towards the dining room, the aroma of food caught his nose and his stomach rumbled, causing him to detour into the kitchen, standing in the little hallway between the kitchen and the dining room. Alex grinned at him from the sink.
“Hungry there, kid?”
“Shut up.”
“So you’re really hungry then. What have you eaten today?”
Hank squelched the urge to snap and he backlogged through the whole day. “A sandwich.”
“And?”
“I drank some water?”
“Bad boy. You’re lucky I love you or I’d kill you for being so irresponsible. I bet Charles dragged you out of your room for that sandwich too.”
“Guilty. But I need that five for the placement at Harvard. I don’t want to spend more than four years in college.”
“God, what is medical school then?”
“An adventure. Harvard’s just a precursor to actually getting out there and helping people.”
“Lucky for you you won’t have to pay off those pesky student loans like normal people.”
“Are you implying that I’m not normal?” Hank’s tone flared, and he remembered how angry he got when he was really hungry.
Alex put his palms up in a surrendering gesture after putting the water glasses on the table.“Shit, Hank, I was just commenting on how nice it’ll be, Hank. You don’t have to stress about money, you can help those people.”
“Kids.”
“Kids? Really? Is this because you have a crush on that Karev person?”
Hank rolled his eyes, “No. I mean, kids don’t really have like, defense systems or strength or anything but they’re so cute and kind. Well, most of them are to adults anyway. When you’re little they just want to be noticed. When you’re older they want you to notice them. To teach a kid its okay to be weak is an ultimate life goal of mine.”
“That’s cute. Now sit down, I’ll bring you your food. No, I don’t need help and I know it’s rude to sit without your date but just sit down so we can eat. You’ll get in my way if you don’t.”
Hank sighed but complied, and he heard cursing from the kitchen and smirked as he fully entered the living/dining room area thing from the kitchen, which had been set up like some sort of cheesy Italian restaurant. Alex had even lit a candle and put their chairs really close and Hank stood in between the two of them, playing with the tops of the knobby but comfortable chairs until Alex was behind him, clearing his throat loudly.
“Pardonez-moi.” Alex said in his best fake, cheesy French accent, and Hank sat down in the chair to his left to allow Alex to put down the plate of garlic bread, then the plate of spaghetti. It was picture perfect, the spaghetti perfectly placed in the bowl, artfully twirled around and sauce poured expertly on the top.
“Why is there only one plate?”
“Well, um.” Alex’s ears went red and Hank knew it had to be something incriminating. “You love Lady and the Tramp and well, not like you’re a girl or whatever but I am most definitely a tramp.” With that, Alex sat down and pulled a lighter from pretty much nowhere and lit the candle, then flicked his wrist at the food. “Eat, Hank, and don’t embarrass me anymore. My self-esteem can only handle so much if you want to get me naked later.”
Hank conceded with a shrug and dug into the steaming pasta, willing to admit defeat for some quality time with food. Also, if Alex was trying to be romantic, why shouldn’t he let him?
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Alex watched with pride as Hank pigged out on his spaghetti. Well, as much as Hank could pig out. He did chew more than normal, gnawed on garlic bread and drank more water than Alex knew what to do with. But the spaghetti he ate slowly, and at one point Alex realized what Hank was trying to do.
So he picked out a long string and brought it to his mouth, deliberately chewing slowly until Hank managed to get it into his mouth too and then instead of being oblivious or shy he just went for it, chomping until he got right in front of Alex’s mouth. Alex then took the final bite and kissed Hank.
Then Hank pulled back, his eyes a little hazy. “Does it bother you that my breath tastes like -“
Alex shut him up by straddling him. He didn’t want to wait for Hank to overanalyze his every move, to think about how long his arms were because when he did that his actions made his natural sex appeal fade.
Hank’s hands went to his hips, unknowingly caressing them in a way which drove Alex up the wall, his fingertips dipping under Alex’s nicely pressed shirt and his nails catching on the skin of his lower back.
“Done, I’m full.” Hank spat out between kisses. “No more waiting.”
And for a few minutes it was if Hank was air and Alex was gasping for breath, trying to reclaim a piece of himself that he didn’t have but Hank held in his mouth. Hank’s hands, once given incentive, traced patterns up and down Alex’s back as if he were relearning a lesson he had known so well, hands finding new spots to pick and scratch at.
But the chair was almost too small for Hank, let alone Hank and Alex, and when Alex attempted to get closer, it felt as if the chair was going to tip over, which meant a cracked head for Hank and perhaps a spilled table of food, which meant Alex would complain to everyone for a month about how Hank had broken his dining room table when it was totally was Alex’s fault.
So, being the logical one here, Hank grabbed Alex, one hand on the ass, the other on the lower back, and picked Alex up. Alex’s mouth went to Hank’s neck, his legs wrapping around Hank’s torso as Hank staggered then went over to the couch. He attempted to toss Alex onto it, but the man was already attached to his collarbone, the hand not stabilizing him wrapped in Hank’s sweater, which Hank now realized was a hindrance rather than a help in his particular situation.
After a moment of standing next to the couch, Alex realized what Hank was trying to do and ungracefully detangled himself and flopped over the couch, landing face first.
Hank tried not to laugh as he walked around the couch, giving himself a second to catch his breath and reevaluate this situation. Alex was sitting up on the couch, his hair askew, the top buttons of shirt undone and Hank smiled to himself. He had done that while Alex was trying to hit his whole face into Hank’s mouth.
He also noticed Alex had filched the envelope from his pocket. “Well, Charles sure was generous.”
Hank snorted. “I know. It was like he thought I was a fiend or something. I felt like I was robbing him blind, actually.”
“This should last us about two weeks.” Alex said and before Hank could stutter out a comment about how it should last them two months, Alex began to untuck his sweater. Admittedly Hank knew that tucking your sweater was nerdy but it normally is somewhat for comfort. Right now it was just in the way. It was also hot to see Alex focus so hard on getting Hank out of his pants.
Then his pants were getting pulled down his legs and he snapped back to reality, shaking his legs and they pooled neatly on the floor.
Alex snorted. “Really, Hank?”
“Really what? Yes, I really really really want to have sex with you.”
Alex paused, licked his lips then cleared his throat. “Not what I meant. Take off your socks. You and I are not having sex when you have your socks on.” Hank stuttered but Alex cut him off, “Socks. Now.”
Dolefully Hank bent down and took his socks off slowly, one after the other, and when he looked back, Alex was mostly naked, his shirt out of sight and his pants kicked towards the other end of the couch. The only piece of clothing left on were a pair of navy boxers, which didn’t match. Hank had a lot of lessons from Raven about how navy and black don’t match. Apparently Alex needed that lesson, but now was not the time.
Hank choked on air. “You - you are naked and holy shit, you look like you belong in that Abercrombie magazine that Raven gets that I - I look at.”
“Hank, do you jerk off to Abercrombie catalogues?”
“I guess you could say I have a type.” Hank said, blushing.
Alex pulled at Hank’s sweater and smirked. “Take this off. Now.” Hank obeyed and then started to slowly unbutton his shirt. Alex made a play for it but Hank batted his hands away, then slid the shirt slowly off of his shoulders and slung it over the chair next to the couch.
Then Hank rolled his shoulders and Alex’s smirk grew into a sort of - well, sort of slutty smirk.
Hank was not going to let that go down. “Why are you still clothed?” Hank then pushed at Alex’s shoulders hard until he was straddling him. He pinned Alex’s hand above his head with one hand, and the other went down and started to pull at the top of Alex’s boxers. “You see, Alex, you seem so tough on the outside, but on the inside, you just want me to fuck you, don’t you?” Alex didn’t respond, and Hank snuck a hand down the front of his boxers, pulling at the sensitive hairs there. “Don’t you?”
“Yes, come on, Hank.” Alex whined.
After a few more kisses, Hank pulled back a little. “Stay.” Hank said as he reclined further and further back. Alex wiggled his hands and Hank leaned back down and bit at Alex’s jugular. “Alex, stay.” He then crept down and started to pull Alex’s boxers down slowly until the head of Alex’s cock popped over the band of his boxers.
Hank licked at the head experimentally, the salty taste spilling into his nostrils and onto his tongue. It was a little bitter, but then again, the face that Alex was making that pure torture, the small pitiful noises escaping his mouth encouraging Hank to further pull down his boxers and take a little more of Alex into his mouth.
Alex moaned like something Hank had seen in a movie Raven had made him and Sean watch one afternoon before he went to Europe and Sean had spent most of the time laughing hysterically because he was, as always, high. But the noises that the dude on the bottom had made - and yes it was two dudes, and the video after it was two girls - was something that had already popped back into his fantasies late at night. So the fact that Alex was making that noise make him suck harder, fuller, and his tongue flicked out to lick the head and Alex practically began to beg for Hank to do something, words jumbled and hands in his hair and Hank moaned around Alex’s cock and boy was Hank a slut.
“Hank, Hank, Hank seriously cut that out. I mean, this is fucking awesome and one day you are going to do this until I tell you to stop but right now I was your dick in my ass and this is not the way this works.”
Hank pulled off slowly and then blew softly on Alex, who howled low in his throat as Alex pulled at the short hairs of Hank’s neck.
“Hank, kiss me. Seriously.” Hank had to comply, his hand going to where his mouth had been while he kissed Alex, open mouthed and heady and it was like all of the air had gone out of the room and he was clinging to this moment, this feeling and Alex started to come undone under him, pawing at his chest, his shoulders, and then Alex came, shouting and Hank bit into his collarbone, feeling the skin break a little and the blood started to drip out and Hank licked at it greedily.
“Holy shit.” A deep third voice chimed in. A fourth squealed something incomprehensible, and Hank looked up from his place on the couch to see Angel and Darwin in the doorway.
“Fuck.”
Normally Hank would have greeted Angel and Armando like old friends, but normally he was fully dressed. Normally, he didn’t have his boyfriend sprawled out under him, fully naked and keening up into him.
Angel, who normally was the face of nonchalance, could be a cartoon character with how low her jaw was. Armando’s face went from its normal smiling form to a form halfway between confusion and amusement.
“Hey, I’d love to chat and catch up but right now Alex and I are in the middle of something so if you’d see yourselves out.” Hank said, and Alex snapped out of his daze to look up and grin cockily at the two, wiggling under Hank.
“Angel, Darwin, what’s up?” He said, giggling, and Hank pinched Alex’s side, which made him giggle again and squirm under Hank’s grasp. “I was just being nice.” Hank covered Alex’s mouth with his hand.
“I am so confused.” Armando said, but Angel clapped her hands together and smiled at Hank, who was trying to be a mix of endearing and leering with his look.
“I told you Facebook wasn’t lying!” She whispered to him, but it didn’t register on Darwin’s face. “We’re leaving now. Enjoy yourselves! Use condoms.” She called, pulling Armando out of the door quickly.
Hank would have been worried by the giggling that came from behind the door if he wasn’t already distracted by Alex and the fact Alex was tracing his fingers with his tongue. Alex had the most intense tongue - even when they were younger Alex had always had the most fascinating tongue. Whenever Charles would buy them ice cream Alex could always lick off whatever he got on his face pretty quickly while Hank would have to wipe it off with a napkin. It had always intrigued Hank - Alex’s tongue - but right now it was just damn well distracting. Alex traced the pads of his fingers individually, then down his index into the crevice between his index and his middle, then up his middle. Hank sat, transfixed by the motions of his tongue as it trailed around his middle and towards his ring finger.
“Alex holy shit that is fucking hot.” A voice said, and Hank realized it must be his after a moment because it was what he had been thinking.
Alex raised his eyebrows at Hank’s words, which sounded like the worse kind of porn dialogue. "Your voice is so low.”
“No shit, you’re turning me on by licking my fingers. I didn’t even think it was possible to be turned on by licking.”
“You made me come by biting me, fuck don’t you dare say you ain’t kinky as shit. But this serves a purpose, not like your kinky as hell biting which is hot as hell.”
“What - “ but then he kind of forgot what was going on as Alex sucked two of his fingers into his mouth, “Alex.” He groaned and jerked against Alex’s torso.
“You need to fuck me.” Alex said through Hank’s fingers. Hank pulled them out and held them above Alex’s mouth. “I know that you’re a little nervous but baby, baby, baby I need you to do this little thing for me please please please.”
Hank’s face went from a look of confusion to a smirk, and he poked at Alex’s mouth with the tip of his finger until Alex opened up again. Hank took his fingers and dragged them until he reached Alex’s uvula. Then he tickled the soft spots on the roof of Alex’s mouth, causing Alex to squirm under him and his fingers to get wetter and wetter.
When Hank was younger Charles had made him learn how to play piano, always talking about how it would benefit him later on in life. Now he understood. His fingers danced from the palate of Alex’s mouth down to where he knew Alex wanted him to touch him.
He rounded the circle of Alex’s hole, then took his pointer finger and slowly pushed in. Alex breathed in sharply, then started to try and scoot down onto Hank’s finger. Hank’s other hand pressed deep into Alex’s shoulder. “Stop moving. I’m doing this, you’re staying.” Alex stopped moving and Hank’s hand traveled from his shoulder, caressing Alex’s ribs, his waist, his hip and then down to his ass, pinching it before bringing it back to the front of Alex’s hip. “You good?” Alex grunted.
Hank then proceeded to push in the second finger without hesitation. Alex groaned, which then turned into a moan as Hank rotated his finger into the right position. After a few moments of Hank fiddling, his mind going back to anatomy books, he remembered what he had learned and he began to scissor his fingers back and forth.
Alex began to shake and fidget, but Hank’s hand on his hip slowly became stronger, rougher. Hank’s leg slipped from where it was caging Alex’s thighs to the floor to give him a stronger grip. “Alex, stop moving or I won’t fuck you.”
“No way, you’d get - “
“Alex, did I say you could speak? I’d gag you but I’m slightly preoccupied right now.” He brushed Alex’s prostate with his fingertips. “Do you understand? Don’t speak, nod.” Alex nodded. “Now I’m going to get up and get a condom and you’re going to stay here and not go anywhere or do anything or I’m walking out that door no questions.” Hank pulled out and got up slowly, stretching out his left leg as he calmed himself.
He picked up the envelope one two three four and opened it, pulling out a black package five six seven eight and turning it over in his palm. one two three four.
He then walked over to the couch again. To Alex, who was sprawled over the couch, looking debauched and hungry and a spark lit in his eyes when he looked at Hank.
Hank’s stomach flipped. Then his brain flicked back on for a fraction of a moment and he breathed in five six seven eight. “Now, Alex, do you want to help me?” Alex nodded. “Do you want to put it on?” Alex nodded feverently. “Alright, I’m going to come over and you can roll over on your side but not move and put it on.” Alex nodded again, and Hank walked over to be next to Alex’s head. He put the hand with the condom out and Alex grabbed it hungrily, licking his fingers and reaching out for Hank’s cock quickly. He faltered for a moment, looking up at Hank to make sure it was okay.
Hank nodded, and Alex finally pulled at Hank’s leaking and hard cock, slicking it up as he nimbly unwrapped the condom with his other hand. He took both hands and slid the condom on.
Then they made eye contact, and it was like a current running from where they were touching and Hank went back to where he had been, his legs slipping in between Alex’s to lift them up and slide in between them, coaxing them to wrap around his waist as he slowly dug back into that patch of nerves in between Alex’s legs.
“Haaaaaaaank.” Alex crooned and pushed into his fingers, and Hank lost it and pulled his fingers out.
“Now, Alex, are you ready? So needy, so ready, and I’m pretty sure that you’re going to come again because I’m going to make you ache so much tomorrow. You ready pretty boy?” And then Hank lined himself up and slammed in.
Alex shouted and Hank groaned and leaned down to kiss Alex hard. Alex surged forward and the clash of teeth, of lips, of want so deep that Hank couldn’t think straight, couldn’t speak straight.
“God, Alex, is this what you wanted from me? For us? God you’re so fucking tight, and you’re so fucking nice when you’re not sassing me all of the time and when we kiss I can’t even think about anything besides you and your fucking great muscles and ugh” Hank felt himself melt into Alex, his tongue flicking out to trace the curve of his jaw. His mouth moved with words he didn’t want to say as he felt Alex shake under him.
“God, I -“ Alex said and Hank bit down on the mole on Alex’s neck. He hoped he knew what Alex was going to say, but he didn’t want to jinx it.
And then they came undone together on the couch that Raven had picked out when Alex and Scott had moved into years ago, a now-ratty leather couch with was embedded with the memories of this.
After a few minutes of hovering over Alex, his eyes slowly beginning to refocus, Hank pulled out of him, feeling Alex shiver as Hank reclined back onto the end of the couch. one two three four. Alex looked like some sort of porn star with his blown out pupils, his lips a shade of red that looked like what Raven had tried to attain with her lip gloss but had always ended up with a sort of peachy color that did not flatter her. Hank had opinions about this sort of thing.
He hadn’t noticed he’d curled up into himself until Alex kicked at his knee, pulling himself up on his elbows. “Earth to Hank, come in, Hank. Can you read me?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” His voice was still a little rough, not something he was used to, and he winced over the stress he’d obviously caused his chords. “Are you?”
“I’m better than fine, I’m fucking great. That was fantastic, I’ve never,” Alex’s voice softened, and he looked at a point near Hank’s shoulder, “I’ve never felt like that with someone else before. Don’t tell Darwin.”
“Why would I do that?” Hank asked without thinking, and their eyes met for a moment. Alex’s face was devoid of expression, but not in an angry way - in fact, Hank had never seen this face on Alex before. It was one of - of vunerability, of fear of what Hank could do to him. Hank, curled into himself, was worried that he had been bad. “Alex, that was awesome, I just thought maybe I was bad at it or something and I wanted to give you space to evaluate -“
“Hank, can you stop being a nerd for like point zero five seconds and come cuddle with me before my body decides it has to pee, which should be soon.” Alex kicked him once, twice more in the shin before Hank got up. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to bed, if you want to come. I’d rather Scott didn’t see me naked and spooning with you. I think I’ve pushed the limits of best friend-dom this week.” He offered Alex his hand, and Alex took it, giving Hank a look which Hank identified as his classic smirk, his ‘I’m right and you’re wrong, suck it Hank!’ look that he’d gotten from Alex since they were barely old enough to know what the word smirk meant.
Alex pulled himself up and then latched onto Hank’s hand, pulling Hank back towards his bedroom. “I would tell you all of the gross things I’ve done in my room but I do actually want you to stay for a little bit so I’ll tell you that I washed the sheets this morning.”
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Hank had never really been in Alex’s room. When they had first moved in, he had only let Raven in and out to help him do the laundry and to paint the walls. Hank, in his thirteen year old misery, had no interest in seeing it before today. But now, the flashes of five years ago came back - red paint and laughter, a ton of sheets being thrown around and Alex yelling about how Raven was trying to feminize him.
After being pulled in, Alex let go of his hand and flopped onto the bed, face first. Hank laughed as Alex pawed softly at the covers. Hank went to the other side of the bed and pulled down the comforter for his side, sliding under and tucking one hand under his pillow, the other lightly on Alex’s hip. Immediately Alex reclined back into it, somehow scrambling underneath the covers and pressing his back to Hank’s front, his face in between Hank’s pillow and his own.
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Hank didn’t remember falling asleep, but he did remember a scream that came from somewhere in the den. Alex curled in harder and Hank chuckled into his ear before falling back to sleep.
Although it was spring, which meant Hank woke up cold half of the time with the covers on the floor from wearing too many things to bed and kicking them off in the process as well, waking up half naked and cold. But this particular morning he woke up in a warm bed with a warm body lying on top of him and he was tempted to shut his eyes and go back to sleep, except for the fact there was something poking him in the face repeatedly. He turned his face away from the offending side but it followed him until he opened his eyes fully to find Alex poking him in the face.
“It’s five o’clock, you have to get up so we can have coffee and then take a shower, then you can drive home, change clothes and come back and get Scott for school! Yay school!” Alex said cheerily.
“Why the hell are you so cheery in the morning?” Hank said, running his nails over Alex’s lower back. He felt Alex shiver underneath his touch and he chuckled at Alex, who poked him extra hard in the face.
“In case you forgot, I had some mind blowing sex with a sex god last night and I managed to remember in the morning. What did you do?”
“Shut up, Alex, it’s five in the morning, god damn.”
“Which means if I had work today I’d already be fifteen minutes late to get there. Now you go start the shower, I’ll start the coffee and meet you there.”
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After a shower in which Hank tripped over both his and Alex’s feet, Hank managed to not get bruised and end up sitting on the couch in a towel, drinking a cup of black coffee and trying to figure out where he had left his cell phone. Alex, however, was traipsing around in no clothes and Hank was noticing scratches all over his body, which Hank could only assume were from him last night.
“Alex?”
“Hmm?” Alex replied, leaning over to pick up Hank’s pants and then throw them at his face. Hank caught them with one hand - Alex had been throwing things at him before he’d learned to catch.
“I’m sorry about all of the scratches. I started to notice them earlier, but it looks like they, they look like they’re pretty painful.”
“Haven’t you heard, Hank?” Alex said, throwing his boxers at him, “I’m a bit of a masochist. Plus, you gave me a hickey and both Angel and Darwin walked in while we were having sex, so it’s not like people won’t know that I got laid last night. But wait,” Alex said, smirking, “no one will know you did!”
Hank looked up from putting his boxers on to see Alex stalking proudly over to him. “Yes, evil genius, whatever your plan is, can I put my boxers on before you do whatever it is that you want to do?” Alex nodded and Hank pulled them over his hips. Then he’s pushed onto the couch with Alex on top of him, the reminder of what they’d done last night making his skin flush. They’d traded good morning kisses in the shower but nothing more, and every part of him responded in different ways. Hands to Alex’s waist, knees up and feet on the arm of the couch, tilting Alex into him. Alex responded by kissing his forehead, his nose, briefly on the lips, then he latched onto Hank’s neck, biting and then lapping at the bites. They sat like this for a few minutes, Alex making his mark as Hank smiled off into space, his nails occasionally digging into Alex’s hips when he bit too hard.
Once there were a small chain of bites under Hank’s jaw and a larger one on the middle of his neck, Alex sat back and reflected on his work. “Marvelous, simply marvelous.” Alex then hopped off of his lap, heading over to grab Hank’s shirt, “Now it’s time for you to go home, change, and come back. Make sure you stop at the Scottish restaurant on your way back.”
“What am I, your bitch?”
Alex turned around and grinned at him, “For now.”
Sadly, Hank’s trip home was fairly uneventful. He snuck in before anyone could see him, ran up the back stairs that no one bothered to use in the mornings because they were slippery from one of Hank’s many failed Flubber reenactments. Hank’s room was closest to the back stairs and he managed to slip in undetected as Raven sang about how she had met someone once upon a dream. Hank stripped down quickly and threw his dirty clothes in the hamper in the back corner and then went into his closet to pick out what would look the least like he was covering a chain of hickeys and more like he was cold.
Polo shirt? No.
Long sleeved shirt? Maybe.
Scarf? Raven had bought him a blue one for Christmas as a joke but now was a good time as any. A new pair of jeans, a white v-neck and grabbing the scarf he turned to face himself in the mirror. His throat was starting to turn purple, and he laughed at himself, rubbing at his neck before wrapping the scarf around his neck a few times and grabbing his book bag from its corner and his wallet from the dresser and headed down the back door again.
He heard Charles whistling from the kitchen, and he picked up his shoes from the front hall and snagged his car keys. He was almost to the door when someone else opened it and he was face to face with Erik. He inhaled heavily.
Erik gave him his most devilish smile, then pulled at Hank’s scarf until he could see the little bites. Erik raised his eyebrow and winked at Hank, then re-tucked the scarf and stepped aside to let Hank out of the house.
Never before had Hank wanted to kiss Erik, and he hoped the feeling would never come over him again.
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Alex had gotten completely ready for work and knocked loudly on Scott’s door enough to wake him up and hear him stumble into the shower, and now he waited for Hank’s return.
It was strange, to think that he was waiting for Hank to bring him breakfast and so that he could kiss him again, hear him mumble about that AP test he had on Thursday and maybe about Prom if Raven had cornered him at home.
Ten minutes after six o clock Hank knocked on the door - his typical three raps, one after the other and very short - and let himself in, kicking the door closed behind him. “Honey, I’m home!” He called from the front door.
“THAT IS SO GROSS YOU GUYS.” Scott replied from the other side of the appointment.
“HURRY UP, ASSBUTT OR I WON’T GIVE YOU A RIDE TO SCHOOL.” Hank shouted back and thrusted the bag at Alex, who took it happily and put it on the kitchen table, then turned back to Hank and went up on his tiptoes. Hank gave him a confused look. “What?”
“You’ve been gone for almost thirty minutes, I deserve a hello kiss.”
Hank rolled his eyes but bent down and planted a kiss on Alex’s lips anyway. Alex immediately responded and wrapped his arms around Hank’s neck, Hank’s hands wrapping around the small of his back.
“It’s like watching my parents make out on my birthday, except it’s not my birthday and it’s my brother and my best friend.” Scott said, buttoning up his shirt.
“You shut your mouth or I’ll eat your biscuit and hash brown.”
“Yeah yeah, you’d leave me all malnourished and shit because you were making out with your boyfriend - holy shit Hank you’re wearing a scarf and Alex’s neck is tore up from the floor up.”
“Scott, you’re a white male from Westchester. Stop talking like a gangster.”
“I do what I want.” Scott said as he scampered over to the kitchen table and dug through the bag until he found an egg McMuffin and stuffed it into his mouth. He said words but they were cut off by the sheer amount of food in his mouth.
“Say it don’t spray it Four Eyes.” Alex said as he gently knocked Scott into the table. “Nobody likes seeing you chew your food.”
“I don’t like seeing your tongue down Hank’s throat but I just had to, so deal with it, weenie.”
Alex pinched Scott in the side as he dove into the bag and threw Hank his biscuit. Hank sighed as Scott went in to pinch the top of Alex’s ear. Some things never changed.
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Scott and Hank didn’t speak on the whole entire ride to school. It was the quietest morning Hank could remember, and that included the day Scott had lost his voice from cheering at the pep rally the night before.
Scott had nothing to say and Hank couldn’t think of a way to start a conversation that didn’t start with “sorry I slept with your brother”
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Luckily for Hank (and his neck), he didn’t have any classes first or second period because his college courses had finished the week before. He spent the time in the library, going over his notes for chemistry and AP World one more time, because every time he thought he had the course material mastered more popped up. After an hour and a half of struggling through early world civilizations, he picked up this book Scott kept insisting he read but had mostly lugged around for the past two months.
Somehow he became engrossed in this book, this A Game Of Thrones and he dove into reading it. He was a fast reader - the timed check had been around 200 words a minute - but the book was closer to a thousand pages then five hundred. He liked the bastard, Jon Snow, and his story, and the dwarf Tyrion Lannister. He loathed Cersei Lannister on first read and he was sure that his gut was right.
He would have skipped Chemistry and have kept reading but his phone vibrated in his pocket seconds after the bell rang and the librarian looked up disapprovingly. He was only slightly afraid of Bucky, as Steve called him, but he still didn’t want his phone taken away, so he skittered out of the library and into Steve’s classroom, piling all of his books onto his desk and then checking his phone. It was a text from Alex.
so Darwin gave me five bucks.
Hank frowned at his phone.
I don’t understand?
Before he got a response he felt a hand pull at his scarf and then smack him on the back of the neck. He looked up to see Logan slide into the seat next to him. “Um, ow?” He said petulantly. He had been trying to break Logan of his violent habits.
“Sorry I thought there was a roach on your neck. Turns out it was a hickey.” Hank heard Scott screech from the seat on his left.
“Ew, Hank, I can’t believe you got a hickey from my brother.” Hank turned his head and frowned at Scott, shaking his head in a silent reprimand. “Oh my God what did he do to your neck? It looks like you were mauled by a bear or something.”
Hank’s phone buzzed again and he attempted to discreetly check Alex had said. He said the show was so good last night, he felt like he had to tip for the two of them
Jean snorted in Hank’s ear, “Really, Hank? Someone walked in on you and Alex? Was it Scott?”
“Ew gross no!” Scott exclaimed, then blanched, “YOU TWO HAD SEX IN THE DEN, DIDN’T YOU?” Hank shrugged.
“Thank you, Mister Summers, for announcing to the whole class what they almost already knew in the first place.” Said Steve from the front of the room, and Hank looked smugly at Scott and then mouthed thank you at Steve. Sometimes being the captain of Science Olympiad had it’s advantages. He still felt a little underprepared for the AP Chemistry test, even though he had taken college chemistry courses and was probably going to be fine.
The same could not be said for Scott, who scrambled for his notebook and flushed a deep red.
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At lunch Jean took the seat to Hank’s left, Logan on the bench next to his and Ororo next to him. Hank tried to eat his lunch - luckily it had been Jean’s turn to pack the two of their lunches - but just earned stares at his neck if he turned a certain way. Scott had gone to get school lunch and sat on the bench across from Jean and Hank’s and next to Logan and Ororo’s and ate voraciously, staring Hank down.
After about ten minutes of being stared at intently, he sighed. “I will tell you the whole story if you just let me finish my food and stop staring at me for like, the minute it takes for me to finish these cucumbers.”
Logan and Jean high-fived. Scott kept munching on his cafeteria fries like they were Hank’s head, but he could ignore Scott. He ignored Scott for six weeks straight one time when he went to Rocket Camp with Scott and all Scott wanted to do was kiss this girl from the girls’ cabin, which ended up being Emma Frost, the almost life ruiner.
Once he had finished eating his cucumbers and ranch and after taking several swigs from his water bottle, he cleared his throat. The whole table snapped to attention as if their eyes had never left Hank, though Jubilee had somehow managed to end up in Ororo’s lap.
“What I’m about to say is not to leave this table or be repeated, especially in mocking of Scott.”
Scott thanked him with a nod and Hank shrugged. They were best friends and this had all started out as a joke to freak out Scott and Jean and teach Raven about how hacking Hank’s Facebook was a bad idea.
“So Saturday night was Alex and I’s anniversary but we kept getting, uh, interrupted by people and so we decided to push the, well, alone time to yesterday and well, things got a little, um, physical?” Hank cleared his throat and checked to see that the others were listening. “And we were on that ugly couch that Raven picked out and well, you know how Darwin has a key in case Scott or Alex gets locked out?”
“Yeah?” Scott chimed in from the other side.
“Well, he and Angel seemed to think that it was the time to visit Alex with because they walked in and well, we were both not clothed. And on top of each other.” Hank felt his face flush. “And then they left after Angel realized what was going on and then the rest is information that does not belong out in public.”
“Like?” Jubilee said.
“Well, I’d tell you but then I’d never be able to look Scott in the eye again.”
“So you got bites from Angel and Darwin walking in on you doing the beast with two backs with Alex?”
“Oh, no, those are from Alex this morning.” Logan catcalled and slapped Hank on the back. “If you think these are back you should see the other guy. Alex’s back is pretty torn up, and his neck was pretty bad as well.”
“PLEASE STOP RIGHT THERE. I THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE NOT GOING TO BRING THAT UP. I’M GOING OVER THERE-“ he gestured to the corner of the senior courtyard where Professor Stark - who taught at NYU - was sitting with Steve, laughing at something. Bucky was propped up under the tree next to their table and was reading a book.
Their whole table laughed as Scott stalked away and sat down at the table on the other side of the tree. Logan made a rude gesture and Scott flicked him off, pouting.
“So, Hank, are you and Alex going to Prom together? If so, you have to remember to turn in that form thing by tomorrow or he can’t go.”
“Oh, that’s so cute!” Jubilee squealed and Hank’s eyes widened. “You guys are going, right? Hank, you’re up for Prom King, you can’t not go and not have a date!”
“Hold on, let me text him and ask him.” Hank fumbled with his phone, and cursed a few times before he finally got the phone to stop autocorrecting and he sent the text with the word Prom?
Seconds later he got a text back fuck yeah! do i gotta do anything special?
this form but I just need a copy of your license and signature.
k cool. we gonna slaaaaay.
You’re lame.
Hank laughed throughout the five minute drive from the Mansion to the apartment and up the stairs until Alex opened the door with a mile wide grin that normally spelled trouble for Hank. But it was something in the combination of both Alex’s grin and Alex himself that made Hank’s laugh stutter, his breath hitch, his shoulders relax. Alex’s hair was barely dry, the ends still curling every which way in its normal random way. He wore a black button up, dark jeans and no shoes. For some reason that just freaked Hank out a little, probably because Hank had weird looking feet and hated showing anyone his feet, but Alex was just not wearing shoes. Hank always felt the most exposed when he wasn’t wearing shoes, didn’t Alex feel exposed just standing there, barefoot and sexy? Anyone could see him and know what they might - no, what they were probably going to do and come and steal him from Hank.
That was a weird thought. And a little predatory, if he was to be quite honest with himself. Also, dirty.
“You just gonna stand there ogling me or you gonna come eat this fucking awesome dinner I made me but you can eat too?”
Hank sighed. Some people really never changed. “I would come in but there is a midget blocking my entry into your midget apartment. Oh wait, that’s you.”
“I’m sorry, not all of us were gifted with Jolly Green Giant genes.” But Alex stepped aside to let Hank in, and he knew that Alex would nag him if he didn’t toe off his shoes and they were his shitty ones anyway because they didn’t squeak and he knew Raven’s radar would go off if he even considered skipping dinner. The whole chase sequence would have been easier if her radar wasn’t so good in the first place, but it had been the shoes that had allowed Hank to escape without capture. Years of sneaking off to his ‘lab’ during dinner had made the squeak of his shoes like a tracking device and he wouldn’t put it past her to put one under his skin just so she could track him all of the time.
“Hank. Hank. Hank. Henry Phillip. Doc. Kid. Boss. Baby.”
“Hm?” Hank looked at Alex and he realized that he had one shoe off and he was half-in, half-out of the other. “Oh sorry, head’s kind of in a weird place right now. I got chased out of the house by Raven and Sean.” Plus, you look really hot, his mind added, but his lips were quick enough to allow that thought to not come out.
“You’re so weird. You didn’t respond to anything except baby.” Alex’s smile slid into his smirk and Hank rolled his eyes.
“Maybe I like it.”
“Thinking of legally changing it? What would your name be - Baby Henry Phillip McCoy? You’d sound like a birth announcement. Plus it’d sound weird when you get your doctorate thingie. Doctor Baby. Actually …” Alex winked and.
And oh, oh shit that made Hank’s blood rush to a part that didn’t need to be filled with warm, rushing blood at this very moment. Fuck Alex Summers and his tight black shirt and these really bad ideas that were making his mind want to run through chemical formulas so he could actually eat dinner instead of just go in the bathroom and jack off for like, the rest of his life.
“Baby, did I break you?” Alex asked, and Hank almost snarled out an answer but he couldn’t place that voice and he looked up the moment Alex’s hand connected with his elbow. Alex frowned. “Shit, I did. Before I molest you I should feed you, right?” Hank’s brain still hadn’t returned to functional operation, and he moved his mouth but he couldn’t actually form words to say let’s have sex instead so when Alex pulled at his elbow he stumbled forward into the wall and pressed Alex up against it. One could claim it was the animal nature that everyone had inside of them - the pull and the push. Hank pressed Alex’s mouth against his moments after thinking that, and Alex keened up into him, hand pressing firmly into Hank’s collarbone, it’s pair behind Hank’s ear and Hank pressed harder until they were closer than they had been the day before. “Stop.”
Hank paled and started to scoot back. “I - I’m -“
“Not that, asshole. I want to do that. I just want to feed your little genius mind beforehand so we don’t get stuck with hunger pains halfway through the fourth inning.” Alex was awful about making everything into a sports analogy. “So, back up and let me get us some water,” Alex cleared his throat, “and then we’ll eat and commence with the fun stuff.”
Suddenly Hank was acutely aware of the envelope tucked in his back pocket.
As Alex went to fill up their water glasses and Hank directed himself towards the dining room, the aroma of food caught his nose and his stomach rumbled, causing him to detour into the kitchen, standing in the little hallway between the kitchen and the dining room. Alex grinned at him from the sink.
“Hungry there, kid?”
“Shut up.”
“So you’re really hungry then. What have you eaten today?”
Hank squelched the urge to snap and he backlogged through the whole day. “A sandwich.”
“And?”
“I drank some water?”
“Bad boy. You’re lucky I love you or I’d kill you for being so irresponsible. I bet Charles dragged you out of your room for that sandwich too.”
“Guilty. But I need that five for the placement at Harvard. I don’t want to spend more than four years in college.”
“God, what is medical school then?”
“An adventure. Harvard’s just a precursor to actually getting out there and helping people.”
“Lucky for you you won’t have to pay off those pesky student loans like normal people.”
“Are you implying that I’m not normal?” Hank’s tone flared, and he remembered how angry he got when he was really hungry.
Alex put his palms up in a surrendering gesture after putting the water glasses on the table.“Shit, Hank, I was just commenting on how nice it’ll be, Hank. You don’t have to stress about money, you can help those people.”
“Kids.”
“Kids? Really? Is this because you have a crush on that Karev person?”
Hank rolled his eyes, “No. I mean, kids don’t really have like, defense systems or strength or anything but they’re so cute and kind. Well, most of them are to adults anyway. When you’re little they just want to be noticed. When you’re older they want you to notice them. To teach a kid its okay to be weak is an ultimate life goal of mine.”
“That’s cute. Now sit down, I’ll bring you your food. No, I don’t need help and I know it’s rude to sit without your date but just sit down so we can eat. You’ll get in my way if you don’t.”
Hank sighed but complied, and he heard cursing from the kitchen and smirked as he fully entered the living/dining room area thing from the kitchen, which had been set up like some sort of cheesy Italian restaurant. Alex had even lit a candle and put their chairs really close and Hank stood in between the two of them, playing with the tops of the knobby but comfortable chairs until Alex was behind him, clearing his throat loudly.
“Pardonez-moi.” Alex said in his best fake, cheesy French accent, and Hank sat down in the chair to his left to allow Alex to put down the plate of garlic bread, then the plate of spaghetti. It was picture perfect, the spaghetti perfectly placed in the bowl, artfully twirled around and sauce poured expertly on the top.
“Why is there only one plate?”
“Well, um.” Alex’s ears went red and Hank knew it had to be something incriminating. “You love Lady and the Tramp and well, not like you’re a girl or whatever but I am most definitely a tramp.” With that, Alex sat down and pulled a lighter from pretty much nowhere and lit the candle, then flicked his wrist at the food. “Eat, Hank, and don’t embarrass me anymore. My self-esteem can only handle so much if you want to get me naked later.”
Hank conceded with a shrug and dug into the steaming pasta, willing to admit defeat for some quality time with food. Also, if Alex was trying to be romantic, why shouldn’t he let him?
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Alex watched with pride as Hank pigged out on his spaghetti. Well, as much as Hank could pig out. He did chew more than normal, gnawed on garlic bread and drank more water than Alex knew what to do with. But the spaghetti he ate slowly, and at one point Alex realized what Hank was trying to do.
So he picked out a long string and brought it to his mouth, deliberately chewing slowly until Hank managed to get it into his mouth too and then instead of being oblivious or shy he just went for it, chomping until he got right in front of Alex’s mouth. Alex then took the final bite and kissed Hank.
Then Hank pulled back, his eyes a little hazy. “Does it bother you that my breath tastes like -“
Alex shut him up by straddling him. He didn’t want to wait for Hank to overanalyze his every move, to think about how long his arms were because when he did that his actions made his natural sex appeal fade.
Hank’s hands went to his hips, unknowingly caressing them in a way which drove Alex up the wall, his fingertips dipping under Alex’s nicely pressed shirt and his nails catching on the skin of his lower back.
“Done, I’m full.” Hank spat out between kisses. “No more waiting.”
And for a few minutes it was if Hank was air and Alex was gasping for breath, trying to reclaim a piece of himself that he didn’t have but Hank held in his mouth. Hank’s hands, once given incentive, traced patterns up and down Alex’s back as if he were relearning a lesson he had known so well, hands finding new spots to pick and scratch at.
But the chair was almost too small for Hank, let alone Hank and Alex, and when Alex attempted to get closer, it felt as if the chair was going to tip over, which meant a cracked head for Hank and perhaps a spilled table of food, which meant Alex would complain to everyone for a month about how Hank had broken his dining room table when it was totally was Alex’s fault.
So, being the logical one here, Hank grabbed Alex, one hand on the ass, the other on the lower back, and picked Alex up. Alex’s mouth went to Hank’s neck, his legs wrapping around Hank’s torso as Hank staggered then went over to the couch. He attempted to toss Alex onto it, but the man was already attached to his collarbone, the hand not stabilizing him wrapped in Hank’s sweater, which Hank now realized was a hindrance rather than a help in his particular situation.
After a moment of standing next to the couch, Alex realized what Hank was trying to do and ungracefully detangled himself and flopped over the couch, landing face first.
Hank tried not to laugh as he walked around the couch, giving himself a second to catch his breath and reevaluate this situation. Alex was sitting up on the couch, his hair askew, the top buttons of shirt undone and Hank smiled to himself. He had done that while Alex was trying to hit his whole face into Hank’s mouth.
He also noticed Alex had filched the envelope from his pocket. “Well, Charles sure was generous.”
Hank snorted. “I know. It was like he thought I was a fiend or something. I felt like I was robbing him blind, actually.”
“This should last us about two weeks.” Alex said and before Hank could stutter out a comment about how it should last them two months, Alex began to untuck his sweater. Admittedly Hank knew that tucking your sweater was nerdy but it normally is somewhat for comfort. Right now it was just in the way. It was also hot to see Alex focus so hard on getting Hank out of his pants.
Then his pants were getting pulled down his legs and he snapped back to reality, shaking his legs and they pooled neatly on the floor.
Alex snorted. “Really, Hank?”
“Really what? Yes, I really really really want to have sex with you.”
Alex paused, licked his lips then cleared his throat. “Not what I meant. Take off your socks. You and I are not having sex when you have your socks on.” Hank stuttered but Alex cut him off, “Socks. Now.”
Dolefully Hank bent down and took his socks off slowly, one after the other, and when he looked back, Alex was mostly naked, his shirt out of sight and his pants kicked towards the other end of the couch. The only piece of clothing left on were a pair of navy boxers, which didn’t match. Hank had a lot of lessons from Raven about how navy and black don’t match. Apparently Alex needed that lesson, but now was not the time.
Hank choked on air. “You - you are naked and holy shit, you look like you belong in that Abercrombie magazine that Raven gets that I - I look at.”
“Hank, do you jerk off to Abercrombie catalogues?”
“I guess you could say I have a type.” Hank said, blushing.
Alex pulled at Hank’s sweater and smirked. “Take this off. Now.” Hank obeyed and then started to slowly unbutton his shirt. Alex made a play for it but Hank batted his hands away, then slid the shirt slowly off of his shoulders and slung it over the chair next to the couch.
Then Hank rolled his shoulders and Alex’s smirk grew into a sort of - well, sort of slutty smirk.
Hank was not going to let that go down. “Why are you still clothed?” Hank then pushed at Alex’s shoulders hard until he was straddling him. He pinned Alex’s hand above his head with one hand, and the other went down and started to pull at the top of Alex’s boxers. “You see, Alex, you seem so tough on the outside, but on the inside, you just want me to fuck you, don’t you?” Alex didn’t respond, and Hank snuck a hand down the front of his boxers, pulling at the sensitive hairs there. “Don’t you?”
“Yes, come on, Hank.” Alex whined.
After a few more kisses, Hank pulled back a little. “Stay.” Hank said as he reclined further and further back. Alex wiggled his hands and Hank leaned back down and bit at Alex’s jugular. “Alex, stay.” He then crept down and started to pull Alex’s boxers down slowly until the head of Alex’s cock popped over the band of his boxers.
Hank licked at the head experimentally, the salty taste spilling into his nostrils and onto his tongue. It was a little bitter, but then again, the face that Alex was making that pure torture, the small pitiful noises escaping his mouth encouraging Hank to further pull down his boxers and take a little more of Alex into his mouth.
Alex moaned like something Hank had seen in a movie Raven had made him and Sean watch one afternoon before he went to Europe and Sean had spent most of the time laughing hysterically because he was, as always, high. But the noises that the dude on the bottom had made - and yes it was two dudes, and the video after it was two girls - was something that had already popped back into his fantasies late at night. So the fact that Alex was making that noise make him suck harder, fuller, and his tongue flicked out to lick the head and Alex practically began to beg for Hank to do something, words jumbled and hands in his hair and Hank moaned around Alex’s cock and boy was Hank a slut.
“Hank, Hank, Hank seriously cut that out. I mean, this is fucking awesome and one day you are going to do this until I tell you to stop but right now I was your dick in my ass and this is not the way this works.”
Hank pulled off slowly and then blew softly on Alex, who howled low in his throat as Alex pulled at the short hairs of Hank’s neck.
“Hank, kiss me. Seriously.” Hank had to comply, his hand going to where his mouth had been while he kissed Alex, open mouthed and heady and it was like all of the air had gone out of the room and he was clinging to this moment, this feeling and Alex started to come undone under him, pawing at his chest, his shoulders, and then Alex came, shouting and Hank bit into his collarbone, feeling the skin break a little and the blood started to drip out and Hank licked at it greedily.
“Holy shit.” A deep third voice chimed in. A fourth squealed something incomprehensible, and Hank looked up from his place on the couch to see Angel and Darwin in the doorway.
“Fuck.”
Normally Hank would have greeted Angel and Armando like old friends, but normally he was fully dressed. Normally, he didn’t have his boyfriend sprawled out under him, fully naked and keening up into him.
Angel, who normally was the face of nonchalance, could be a cartoon character with how low her jaw was. Armando’s face went from its normal smiling form to a form halfway between confusion and amusement.
“Hey, I’d love to chat and catch up but right now Alex and I are in the middle of something so if you’d see yourselves out.” Hank said, and Alex snapped out of his daze to look up and grin cockily at the two, wiggling under Hank.
“Angel, Darwin, what’s up?” He said, giggling, and Hank pinched Alex’s side, which made him giggle again and squirm under Hank’s grasp. “I was just being nice.” Hank covered Alex’s mouth with his hand.
“I am so confused.” Armando said, but Angel clapped her hands together and smiled at Hank, who was trying to be a mix of endearing and leering with his look.
“I told you Facebook wasn’t lying!” She whispered to him, but it didn’t register on Darwin’s face. “We’re leaving now. Enjoy yourselves! Use condoms.” She called, pulling Armando out of the door quickly.
Hank would have been worried by the giggling that came from behind the door if he wasn’t already distracted by Alex and the fact Alex was tracing his fingers with his tongue. Alex had the most intense tongue - even when they were younger Alex had always had the most fascinating tongue. Whenever Charles would buy them ice cream Alex could always lick off whatever he got on his face pretty quickly while Hank would have to wipe it off with a napkin. It had always intrigued Hank - Alex’s tongue - but right now it was just damn well distracting. Alex traced the pads of his fingers individually, then down his index into the crevice between his index and his middle, then up his middle. Hank sat, transfixed by the motions of his tongue as it trailed around his middle and towards his ring finger.
“Alex holy shit that is fucking hot.” A voice said, and Hank realized it must be his after a moment because it was what he had been thinking.
Alex raised his eyebrows at Hank’s words, which sounded like the worse kind of porn dialogue. "Your voice is so low.”
“No shit, you’re turning me on by licking my fingers. I didn’t even think it was possible to be turned on by licking.”
“You made me come by biting me, fuck don’t you dare say you ain’t kinky as shit. But this serves a purpose, not like your kinky as hell biting which is hot as hell.”
“What - “ but then he kind of forgot what was going on as Alex sucked two of his fingers into his mouth, “Alex.” He groaned and jerked against Alex’s torso.
“You need to fuck me.” Alex said through Hank’s fingers. Hank pulled them out and held them above Alex’s mouth. “I know that you’re a little nervous but baby, baby, baby I need you to do this little thing for me please please please.”
Hank’s face went from a look of confusion to a smirk, and he poked at Alex’s mouth with the tip of his finger until Alex opened up again. Hank took his fingers and dragged them until he reached Alex’s uvula. Then he tickled the soft spots on the roof of Alex’s mouth, causing Alex to squirm under him and his fingers to get wetter and wetter.
When Hank was younger Charles had made him learn how to play piano, always talking about how it would benefit him later on in life. Now he understood. His fingers danced from the palate of Alex’s mouth down to where he knew Alex wanted him to touch him.
He rounded the circle of Alex’s hole, then took his pointer finger and slowly pushed in. Alex breathed in sharply, then started to try and scoot down onto Hank’s finger. Hank’s other hand pressed deep into Alex’s shoulder. “Stop moving. I’m doing this, you’re staying.” Alex stopped moving and Hank’s hand traveled from his shoulder, caressing Alex’s ribs, his waist, his hip and then down to his ass, pinching it before bringing it back to the front of Alex’s hip. “You good?” Alex grunted.
Hank then proceeded to push in the second finger without hesitation. Alex groaned, which then turned into a moan as Hank rotated his finger into the right position. After a few moments of Hank fiddling, his mind going back to anatomy books, he remembered what he had learned and he began to scissor his fingers back and forth.
Alex began to shake and fidget, but Hank’s hand on his hip slowly became stronger, rougher. Hank’s leg slipped from where it was caging Alex’s thighs to the floor to give him a stronger grip. “Alex, stop moving or I won’t fuck you.”
“No way, you’d get - “
“Alex, did I say you could speak? I’d gag you but I’m slightly preoccupied right now.” He brushed Alex’s prostate with his fingertips. “Do you understand? Don’t speak, nod.” Alex nodded. “Now I’m going to get up and get a condom and you’re going to stay here and not go anywhere or do anything or I’m walking out that door no questions.” Hank pulled out and got up slowly, stretching out his left leg as he calmed himself.
He picked up the envelope one two three four and opened it, pulling out a black package five six seven eight and turning it over in his palm. one two three four.
He then walked over to the couch again. To Alex, who was sprawled over the couch, looking debauched and hungry and a spark lit in his eyes when he looked at Hank.
Hank’s stomach flipped. Then his brain flicked back on for a fraction of a moment and he breathed in five six seven eight. “Now, Alex, do you want to help me?” Alex nodded. “Do you want to put it on?” Alex nodded feverently. “Alright, I’m going to come over and you can roll over on your side but not move and put it on.” Alex nodded again, and Hank walked over to be next to Alex’s head. He put the hand with the condom out and Alex grabbed it hungrily, licking his fingers and reaching out for Hank’s cock quickly. He faltered for a moment, looking up at Hank to make sure it was okay.
Hank nodded, and Alex finally pulled at Hank’s leaking and hard cock, slicking it up as he nimbly unwrapped the condom with his other hand. He took both hands and slid the condom on.
Then they made eye contact, and it was like a current running from where they were touching and Hank went back to where he had been, his legs slipping in between Alex’s to lift them up and slide in between them, coaxing them to wrap around his waist as he slowly dug back into that patch of nerves in between Alex’s legs.
“Haaaaaaaank.” Alex crooned and pushed into his fingers, and Hank lost it and pulled his fingers out.
“Now, Alex, are you ready? So needy, so ready, and I’m pretty sure that you’re going to come again because I’m going to make you ache so much tomorrow. You ready pretty boy?” And then Hank lined himself up and slammed in.
Alex shouted and Hank groaned and leaned down to kiss Alex hard. Alex surged forward and the clash of teeth, of lips, of want so deep that Hank couldn’t think straight, couldn’t speak straight.
“God, Alex, is this what you wanted from me? For us? God you’re so fucking tight, and you’re so fucking nice when you’re not sassing me all of the time and when we kiss I can’t even think about anything besides you and your fucking great muscles and ugh” Hank felt himself melt into Alex, his tongue flicking out to trace the curve of his jaw. His mouth moved with words he didn’t want to say as he felt Alex shake under him.
“God, I -“ Alex said and Hank bit down on the mole on Alex’s neck. He hoped he knew what Alex was going to say, but he didn’t want to jinx it.
And then they came undone together on the couch that Raven had picked out when Alex and Scott had moved into years ago, a now-ratty leather couch with was embedded with the memories of this.
After a few minutes of hovering over Alex, his eyes slowly beginning to refocus, Hank pulled out of him, feeling Alex shiver as Hank reclined back onto the end of the couch. one two three four. Alex looked like some sort of porn star with his blown out pupils, his lips a shade of red that looked like what Raven had tried to attain with her lip gloss but had always ended up with a sort of peachy color that did not flatter her. Hank had opinions about this sort of thing.
He hadn’t noticed he’d curled up into himself until Alex kicked at his knee, pulling himself up on his elbows. “Earth to Hank, come in, Hank. Can you read me?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” His voice was still a little rough, not something he was used to, and he winced over the stress he’d obviously caused his chords. “Are you?”
“I’m better than fine, I’m fucking great. That was fantastic, I’ve never,” Alex’s voice softened, and he looked at a point near Hank’s shoulder, “I’ve never felt like that with someone else before. Don’t tell Darwin.”
“Why would I do that?” Hank asked without thinking, and their eyes met for a moment. Alex’s face was devoid of expression, but not in an angry way - in fact, Hank had never seen this face on Alex before. It was one of - of vunerability, of fear of what Hank could do to him. Hank, curled into himself, was worried that he had been bad. “Alex, that was awesome, I just thought maybe I was bad at it or something and I wanted to give you space to evaluate -“
“Hank, can you stop being a nerd for like point zero five seconds and come cuddle with me before my body decides it has to pee, which should be soon.” Alex kicked him once, twice more in the shin before Hank got up. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to bed, if you want to come. I’d rather Scott didn’t see me naked and spooning with you. I think I’ve pushed the limits of best friend-dom this week.” He offered Alex his hand, and Alex took it, giving Hank a look which Hank identified as his classic smirk, his ‘I’m right and you’re wrong, suck it Hank!’ look that he’d gotten from Alex since they were barely old enough to know what the word smirk meant.
Alex pulled himself up and then latched onto Hank’s hand, pulling Hank back towards his bedroom. “I would tell you all of the gross things I’ve done in my room but I do actually want you to stay for a little bit so I’ll tell you that I washed the sheets this morning.”
---
Hank had never really been in Alex’s room. When they had first moved in, he had only let Raven in and out to help him do the laundry and to paint the walls. Hank, in his thirteen year old misery, had no interest in seeing it before today. But now, the flashes of five years ago came back - red paint and laughter, a ton of sheets being thrown around and Alex yelling about how Raven was trying to feminize him.
After being pulled in, Alex let go of his hand and flopped onto the bed, face first. Hank laughed as Alex pawed softly at the covers. Hank went to the other side of the bed and pulled down the comforter for his side, sliding under and tucking one hand under his pillow, the other lightly on Alex’s hip. Immediately Alex reclined back into it, somehow scrambling underneath the covers and pressing his back to Hank’s front, his face in between Hank’s pillow and his own.
---
Hank didn’t remember falling asleep, but he did remember a scream that came from somewhere in the den. Alex curled in harder and Hank chuckled into his ear before falling back to sleep.
Although it was spring, which meant Hank woke up cold half of the time with the covers on the floor from wearing too many things to bed and kicking them off in the process as well, waking up half naked and cold. But this particular morning he woke up in a warm bed with a warm body lying on top of him and he was tempted to shut his eyes and go back to sleep, except for the fact there was something poking him in the face repeatedly. He turned his face away from the offending side but it followed him until he opened his eyes fully to find Alex poking him in the face.
“It’s five o’clock, you have to get up so we can have coffee and then take a shower, then you can drive home, change clothes and come back and get Scott for school! Yay school!” Alex said cheerily.
“Why the hell are you so cheery in the morning?” Hank said, running his nails over Alex’s lower back. He felt Alex shiver underneath his touch and he chuckled at Alex, who poked him extra hard in the face.
“In case you forgot, I had some mind blowing sex with a sex god last night and I managed to remember in the morning. What did you do?”
“Shut up, Alex, it’s five in the morning, god damn.”
“Which means if I had work today I’d already be fifteen minutes late to get there. Now you go start the shower, I’ll start the coffee and meet you there.”
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After a shower in which Hank tripped over both his and Alex’s feet, Hank managed to not get bruised and end up sitting on the couch in a towel, drinking a cup of black coffee and trying to figure out where he had left his cell phone. Alex, however, was traipsing around in no clothes and Hank was noticing scratches all over his body, which Hank could only assume were from him last night.
“Alex?”
“Hmm?” Alex replied, leaning over to pick up Hank’s pants and then throw them at his face. Hank caught them with one hand - Alex had been throwing things at him before he’d learned to catch.
“I’m sorry about all of the scratches. I started to notice them earlier, but it looks like they, they look like they’re pretty painful.”
“Haven’t you heard, Hank?” Alex said, throwing his boxers at him, “I’m a bit of a masochist. Plus, you gave me a hickey and both Angel and Darwin walked in while we were having sex, so it’s not like people won’t know that I got laid last night. But wait,” Alex said, smirking, “no one will know you did!”
Hank looked up from putting his boxers on to see Alex stalking proudly over to him. “Yes, evil genius, whatever your plan is, can I put my boxers on before you do whatever it is that you want to do?” Alex nodded and Hank pulled them over his hips. Then he’s pushed onto the couch with Alex on top of him, the reminder of what they’d done last night making his skin flush. They’d traded good morning kisses in the shower but nothing more, and every part of him responded in different ways. Hands to Alex’s waist, knees up and feet on the arm of the couch, tilting Alex into him. Alex responded by kissing his forehead, his nose, briefly on the lips, then he latched onto Hank’s neck, biting and then lapping at the bites. They sat like this for a few minutes, Alex making his mark as Hank smiled off into space, his nails occasionally digging into Alex’s hips when he bit too hard.
Once there were a small chain of bites under Hank’s jaw and a larger one on the middle of his neck, Alex sat back and reflected on his work. “Marvelous, simply marvelous.” Alex then hopped off of his lap, heading over to grab Hank’s shirt, “Now it’s time for you to go home, change, and come back. Make sure you stop at the Scottish restaurant on your way back.”
“What am I, your bitch?”
Alex turned around and grinned at him, “For now.”
Sadly, Hank’s trip home was fairly uneventful. He snuck in before anyone could see him, ran up the back stairs that no one bothered to use in the mornings because they were slippery from one of Hank’s many failed Flubber reenactments. Hank’s room was closest to the back stairs and he managed to slip in undetected as Raven sang about how she had met someone once upon a dream. Hank stripped down quickly and threw his dirty clothes in the hamper in the back corner and then went into his closet to pick out what would look the least like he was covering a chain of hickeys and more like he was cold.
Polo shirt? No.
Long sleeved shirt? Maybe.
Scarf? Raven had bought him a blue one for Christmas as a joke but now was a good time as any. A new pair of jeans, a white v-neck and grabbing the scarf he turned to face himself in the mirror. His throat was starting to turn purple, and he laughed at himself, rubbing at his neck before wrapping the scarf around his neck a few times and grabbing his book bag from its corner and his wallet from the dresser and headed down the back door again.
He heard Charles whistling from the kitchen, and he picked up his shoes from the front hall and snagged his car keys. He was almost to the door when someone else opened it and he was face to face with Erik. He inhaled heavily.
Erik gave him his most devilish smile, then pulled at Hank’s scarf until he could see the little bites. Erik raised his eyebrow and winked at Hank, then re-tucked the scarf and stepped aside to let Hank out of the house.
Never before had Hank wanted to kiss Erik, and he hoped the feeling would never come over him again.
---
Alex had gotten completely ready for work and knocked loudly on Scott’s door enough to wake him up and hear him stumble into the shower, and now he waited for Hank’s return.
It was strange, to think that he was waiting for Hank to bring him breakfast and so that he could kiss him again, hear him mumble about that AP test he had on Thursday and maybe about Prom if Raven had cornered him at home.
Ten minutes after six o clock Hank knocked on the door - his typical three raps, one after the other and very short - and let himself in, kicking the door closed behind him. “Honey, I’m home!” He called from the front door.
“THAT IS SO GROSS YOU GUYS.” Scott replied from the other side of the appointment.
“HURRY UP, ASSBUTT OR I WON’T GIVE YOU A RIDE TO SCHOOL.” Hank shouted back and thrusted the bag at Alex, who took it happily and put it on the kitchen table, then turned back to Hank and went up on his tiptoes. Hank gave him a confused look. “What?”
“You’ve been gone for almost thirty minutes, I deserve a hello kiss.”
Hank rolled his eyes but bent down and planted a kiss on Alex’s lips anyway. Alex immediately responded and wrapped his arms around Hank’s neck, Hank’s hands wrapping around the small of his back.
“It’s like watching my parents make out on my birthday, except it’s not my birthday and it’s my brother and my best friend.” Scott said, buttoning up his shirt.
“You shut your mouth or I’ll eat your biscuit and hash brown.”
“Yeah yeah, you’d leave me all malnourished and shit because you were making out with your boyfriend - holy shit Hank you’re wearing a scarf and Alex’s neck is tore up from the floor up.”
“Scott, you’re a white male from Westchester. Stop talking like a gangster.”
“I do what I want.” Scott said as he scampered over to the kitchen table and dug through the bag until he found an egg McMuffin and stuffed it into his mouth. He said words but they were cut off by the sheer amount of food in his mouth.
“Say it don’t spray it Four Eyes.” Alex said as he gently knocked Scott into the table. “Nobody likes seeing you chew your food.”
“I don’t like seeing your tongue down Hank’s throat but I just had to, so deal with it, weenie.”
Alex pinched Scott in the side as he dove into the bag and threw Hank his biscuit. Hank sighed as Scott went in to pinch the top of Alex’s ear. Some things never changed.
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Scott and Hank didn’t speak on the whole entire ride to school. It was the quietest morning Hank could remember, and that included the day Scott had lost his voice from cheering at the pep rally the night before.
Scott had nothing to say and Hank couldn’t think of a way to start a conversation that didn’t start with “sorry I slept with your brother”
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Luckily for Hank (and his neck), he didn’t have any classes first or second period because his college courses had finished the week before. He spent the time in the library, going over his notes for chemistry and AP World one more time, because every time he thought he had the course material mastered more popped up. After an hour and a half of struggling through early world civilizations, he picked up this book Scott kept insisting he read but had mostly lugged around for the past two months.
Somehow he became engrossed in this book, this A Game Of Thrones and he dove into reading it. He was a fast reader - the timed check had been around 200 words a minute - but the book was closer to a thousand pages then five hundred. He liked the bastard, Jon Snow, and his story, and the dwarf Tyrion Lannister. He loathed Cersei Lannister on first read and he was sure that his gut was right.
He would have skipped Chemistry and have kept reading but his phone vibrated in his pocket seconds after the bell rang and the librarian looked up disapprovingly. He was only slightly afraid of Bucky, as Steve called him, but he still didn’t want his phone taken away, so he skittered out of the library and into Steve’s classroom, piling all of his books onto his desk and then checking his phone. It was a text from Alex.
so Darwin gave me five bucks.
Hank frowned at his phone.
I don’t understand?
Before he got a response he felt a hand pull at his scarf and then smack him on the back of the neck. He looked up to see Logan slide into the seat next to him. “Um, ow?” He said petulantly. He had been trying to break Logan of his violent habits.
“Sorry I thought there was a roach on your neck. Turns out it was a hickey.” Hank heard Scott screech from the seat on his left.
“Ew, Hank, I can’t believe you got a hickey from my brother.” Hank turned his head and frowned at Scott, shaking his head in a silent reprimand. “Oh my God what did he do to your neck? It looks like you were mauled by a bear or something.”
Hank’s phone buzzed again and he attempted to discreetly check Alex had said. He said the show was so good last night, he felt like he had to tip for the two of them
Jean snorted in Hank’s ear, “Really, Hank? Someone walked in on you and Alex? Was it Scott?”
“Ew gross no!” Scott exclaimed, then blanched, “YOU TWO HAD SEX IN THE DEN, DIDN’T YOU?” Hank shrugged.
“Thank you, Mister Summers, for announcing to the whole class what they almost already knew in the first place.” Said Steve from the front of the room, and Hank looked smugly at Scott and then mouthed thank you at Steve. Sometimes being the captain of Science Olympiad had it’s advantages. He still felt a little underprepared for the AP Chemistry test, even though he had taken college chemistry courses and was probably going to be fine.
The same could not be said for Scott, who scrambled for his notebook and flushed a deep red.
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At lunch Jean took the seat to Hank’s left, Logan on the bench next to his and Ororo next to him. Hank tried to eat his lunch - luckily it had been Jean’s turn to pack the two of their lunches - but just earned stares at his neck if he turned a certain way. Scott had gone to get school lunch and sat on the bench across from Jean and Hank’s and next to Logan and Ororo’s and ate voraciously, staring Hank down.
After about ten minutes of being stared at intently, he sighed. “I will tell you the whole story if you just let me finish my food and stop staring at me for like, the minute it takes for me to finish these cucumbers.”
Logan and Jean high-fived. Scott kept munching on his cafeteria fries like they were Hank’s head, but he could ignore Scott. He ignored Scott for six weeks straight one time when he went to Rocket Camp with Scott and all Scott wanted to do was kiss this girl from the girls’ cabin, which ended up being Emma Frost, the almost life ruiner.
Once he had finished eating his cucumbers and ranch and after taking several swigs from his water bottle, he cleared his throat. The whole table snapped to attention as if their eyes had never left Hank, though Jubilee had somehow managed to end up in Ororo’s lap.
“What I’m about to say is not to leave this table or be repeated, especially in mocking of Scott.”
Scott thanked him with a nod and Hank shrugged. They were best friends and this had all started out as a joke to freak out Scott and Jean and teach Raven about how hacking Hank’s Facebook was a bad idea.
“So Saturday night was Alex and I’s anniversary but we kept getting, uh, interrupted by people and so we decided to push the, well, alone time to yesterday and well, things got a little, um, physical?” Hank cleared his throat and checked to see that the others were listening. “And we were on that ugly couch that Raven picked out and well, you know how Darwin has a key in case Scott or Alex gets locked out?”
“Yeah?” Scott chimed in from the other side.
“Well, he and Angel seemed to think that it was the time to visit Alex with because they walked in and well, we were both not clothed. And on top of each other.” Hank felt his face flush. “And then they left after Angel realized what was going on and then the rest is information that does not belong out in public.”
“Like?” Jubilee said.
“Well, I’d tell you but then I’d never be able to look Scott in the eye again.”
“So you got bites from Angel and Darwin walking in on you doing the beast with two backs with Alex?”
“Oh, no, those are from Alex this morning.” Logan catcalled and slapped Hank on the back. “If you think these are back you should see the other guy. Alex’s back is pretty torn up, and his neck was pretty bad as well.”
“PLEASE STOP RIGHT THERE. I THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE NOT GOING TO BRING THAT UP. I’M GOING OVER THERE-“ he gestured to the corner of the senior courtyard where Professor Stark - who taught at NYU - was sitting with Steve, laughing at something. Bucky was propped up under the tree next to their table and was reading a book.
Their whole table laughed as Scott stalked away and sat down at the table on the other side of the tree. Logan made a rude gesture and Scott flicked him off, pouting.
“So, Hank, are you and Alex going to Prom together? If so, you have to remember to turn in that form thing by tomorrow or he can’t go.”
“Oh, that’s so cute!” Jubilee squealed and Hank’s eyes widened. “You guys are going, right? Hank, you’re up for Prom King, you can’t not go and not have a date!”
“Hold on, let me text him and ask him.” Hank fumbled with his phone, and cursed a few times before he finally got the phone to stop autocorrecting and he sent the text with the word Prom?
Seconds later he got a text back fuck yeah! do i gotta do anything special?
this form but I just need a copy of your license and signature.
k cool. we gonna slaaaaay.
You’re lame.