[FIC] rock a' honey, rock a' honey, woo hoo
Title: rock a' honey, rock a' honey, woo hoo
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Rating: PG? PG-13 for mentions of marijuana?
Summary: Little fill for this prompt on 1stclass_kink. Sean can pull off really delicate, controlled moves... only when he's baked. The others find out. Whoops. Vague Alex/Sean.
A/N: It's not the best thing I've ever written, but 'Vince The Loveable Stoner' came on shuffle when I found this prompt and it was like a sign, I had to
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On the fifth try, Sean finally shatters the lamp. And the windows. And an expensive china vase.
Charles takes his fingers out of his ears. "Almost there, Sean," he says, trying not to wince at the remains of his vase. "You just need to focus."
Sean pouts. "But it's hard." He doesn't mean to whine, but he's had a long day of running laps and learning how to dodge flying objects with Erik. All he wants to do is sleep.
"I know you're tired but that's hardly an excuse--"
"Yeah, dumbass," Alex chimes in. "You did it perfect last Monday, what happened?"
Last Monday?
Last Monday...
Oh.
"What happened last Monday?" Charles asks, looking at Sean in surprise. Alex looks at Sean with confusion. Sean tries desperately to hide behind his own hair. Raven giggles.
"Sean blew out the middle pane of a window upstairs last week," Alex explains.
Sean tries to glare at him, but it comes out more like a look of horror, and either way Alex doesn't notice. He goes on, "Just the middle pane. It was actually pretty cool." He smiles lopsidedly, which happens very rarely, and would have been appreciated by Sean it if he wasn't silently panicking.
"Really?" Charles beams, for only a moment. "But what was so different that allowed you to do it then?"
"Um." Sean goes over the pros and cons of leaping out the window. "I'm just really tired today."
Raven snorts.
"Sean," Charles says, "is there anything you're not telling me?"
"No. No! Definitely no." Sean grins like a nervous, freckly loon.
Charles stares at him, really stares at him, like he's about to reach out and poke Sean in the brain so hard Sean will physically feel it and he figures he can't bullshit his way out of this.
"I may have been... alittlebakedatthetime," he blurts.
Charles raises an eyebrow. "You were doing drugs?"
"Yep," he answers with as much dignity as possible. He's certain he looks like an idiot.
Raven laughs and excuses herself. Alex stares at Sean.
"Well." Charles frowns. "I certainly don't approve, but I suppose it could help us pinpoint the exact... state of mind you should be in. However, I really do insist you drop the habit. It's ten kinds of unhealthy, especially for someone your age. We'll continue this tomorrow."
Sean can't tell if Charles is really disappointed or even angry, and he's not sure if he wants it clarified. Alex mouths "sorry."
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Alex catches up with him later and apologizes again.
"It's okay, man," Sean reassures him. "He would've smelled it sooner or later or heard Raven thinking about it."
"How does she know?"
"She walked in on me smashing a whole row of glass cats once. One of my prouder moments..."
"Glass cats?"
"Yeah, little cats made out of glass. I found 'em in the attic. I hope they weren't too valuable or anything."
"Oh."
It gets awkward after that. Neither of them can think of anything new to say, but neither of them wants to leave.
"Hey," Sean says suddenly. "I still have some... stuff under my bed. Wanna...?" He gives him a meaningful look and hopes Alex gets the message.
"What, you mean like...?" Alex does a vague hand motion.
"Yeah."
"Um."
Alex still feels uncomfortable being around people, Sean gathers, doing friendly things and whatnot, after solitary confinement--even after weeks of building their dysfunctional family of freaks at Xavier mansion. He considers putting a hand on his arm but decides against it.
"C'mon," he coaxes. "Just a little bit, to chill out and stuff."
"Stuff."
"Yeah!"
"Well. Okay."
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The living room is a mess the next morning. Cushions and half finished board games are spread out all over the floor, Charles' knickknacks are in sitting different spots, and snack wrappers covered with doodles are on the table.
The culprits are asleep on the couch, looking quite comfortable. Alex is sprawled out with his face smushed into Sean's stomach, and Sean has one hand cradling his head. The other hand has... a carton of milk.
Behind them, the window is dotted with golf ball-sized holes, arranged perfectly in a smiley face.
Burned into the wall around it, are little stick arms and stick feet.
Charles and Erik silently observe the damage.
"Y'know," Erik says, "it wouldn't be so bad if--"
"No, Erik."
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Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Rating: PG? PG-13 for mentions of marijuana?
Summary: Little fill for this prompt on 1stclass_kink. Sean can pull off really delicate, controlled moves... only when he's baked. The others find out. Whoops. Vague Alex/Sean.
A/N: It's not the best thing I've ever written, but 'Vince The Loveable Stoner' came on shuffle when I found this prompt and it was like a sign, I had to
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On the fifth try, Sean finally shatters the lamp. And the windows. And an expensive china vase.
Charles takes his fingers out of his ears. "Almost there, Sean," he says, trying not to wince at the remains of his vase. "You just need to focus."
Sean pouts. "But it's hard." He doesn't mean to whine, but he's had a long day of running laps and learning how to dodge flying objects with Erik. All he wants to do is sleep.
"I know you're tired but that's hardly an excuse--"
"Yeah, dumbass," Alex chimes in. "You did it perfect last Monday, what happened?"
Last Monday?
Last Monday...
Oh.
"What happened last Monday?" Charles asks, looking at Sean in surprise. Alex looks at Sean with confusion. Sean tries desperately to hide behind his own hair. Raven giggles.
"Sean blew out the middle pane of a window upstairs last week," Alex explains.
Sean tries to glare at him, but it comes out more like a look of horror, and either way Alex doesn't notice. He goes on, "Just the middle pane. It was actually pretty cool." He smiles lopsidedly, which happens very rarely, and would have been appreciated by Sean it if he wasn't silently panicking.
"Really?" Charles beams, for only a moment. "But what was so different that allowed you to do it then?"
"Um." Sean goes over the pros and cons of leaping out the window. "I'm just really tired today."
Raven snorts.
"Sean," Charles says, "is there anything you're not telling me?"
"No. No! Definitely no." Sean grins like a nervous, freckly loon.
Charles stares at him, really stares at him, like he's about to reach out and poke Sean in the brain so hard Sean will physically feel it and he figures he can't bullshit his way out of this.
"I may have been... alittlebakedatthetime," he blurts.
Charles raises an eyebrow. "You were doing drugs?"
"Yep," he answers with as much dignity as possible. He's certain he looks like an idiot.
Raven laughs and excuses herself. Alex stares at Sean.
"Well." Charles frowns. "I certainly don't approve, but I suppose it could help us pinpoint the exact... state of mind you should be in. However, I really do insist you drop the habit. It's ten kinds of unhealthy, especially for someone your age. We'll continue this tomorrow."
Sean can't tell if Charles is really disappointed or even angry, and he's not sure if he wants it clarified. Alex mouths "sorry."
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Alex catches up with him later and apologizes again.
"It's okay, man," Sean reassures him. "He would've smelled it sooner or later or heard Raven thinking about it."
"How does she know?"
"She walked in on me smashing a whole row of glass cats once. One of my prouder moments..."
"Glass cats?"
"Yeah, little cats made out of glass. I found 'em in the attic. I hope they weren't too valuable or anything."
"Oh."
It gets awkward after that. Neither of them can think of anything new to say, but neither of them wants to leave.
"Hey," Sean says suddenly. "I still have some... stuff under my bed. Wanna...?" He gives him a meaningful look and hopes Alex gets the message.
"What, you mean like...?" Alex does a vague hand motion.
"Yeah."
"Um."
Alex still feels uncomfortable being around people, Sean gathers, doing friendly things and whatnot, after solitary confinement--even after weeks of building their dysfunctional family of freaks at Xavier mansion. He considers putting a hand on his arm but decides against it.
"C'mon," he coaxes. "Just a little bit, to chill out and stuff."
"Stuff."
"Yeah!"
"Well. Okay."
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The living room is a mess the next morning. Cushions and half finished board games are spread out all over the floor, Charles' knickknacks are in sitting different spots, and snack wrappers covered with doodles are on the table.
The culprits are asleep on the couch, looking quite comfortable. Alex is sprawled out with his face smushed into Sean's stomach, and Sean has one hand cradling his head. The other hand has... a carton of milk.
Behind them, the window is dotted with golf ball-sized holes, arranged perfectly in a smiley face.
Burned into the wall around it, are little stick arms and stick feet.
Charles and Erik silently observe the damage.
"Y'know," Erik says, "it wouldn't be so bad if--"
"No, Erik."
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