THE X-MEN FIRST CLASS KINK MEME: PROMPT POST
You know why you're here. You've seen the movie. You're asking yourself, "So where was the gratuitous Emma Frost as White Queen in a corset? When did Mystique totally make it with Beast? WHY IN HEAVENS DID XAVIER AND MAGNETO NEVER MAKE OUT
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He's got blood in his mouth. His arms feel like they're bruised from where Alex had been pressing him up against the wall and his cock is hard and aching from where it's tucked too tight against his thigh, and, oh yeah, he's fricking bleeding.
"You made me bleed," he says accusingly, glaring at Alex. Hank pulls him away (he loses his breath for a moment because he always forgets how strong Hank is) to gently examine his lower lip. "Dude, if you've got a biting kink, you should warn me now so Hank can stock up on band-aids."
"I didn't mean to," Alex says, glaring right back at him. "You're the one who wanted to make out in the first place. So stop complaining, you fucking crybaby."
"I wanted to make out," Sean argues, "I didn't want you to attack my mouth. You are really bad at kissing."
Sean's used to banter. Used to boyfriends who give as good as they get (in so many ways), used to teasing and being teased and having fun when he has sex. He's not used to the way Alex's whole body can just go rigid and defensive in the space of one sharp breath.
"There weren't a whole lot of people to make out with in solitary," Alex says tightly, his hands in fists at his side, moving backwards until he's pressed against the wall. Don't ever turn your back on an enemy, he remembers Charles saying in their last tactical class. Don't ever turn your back on anyone, Erik had added. You never know who your enemies are going to be.
"Oh," Hank says, because he's eloquent like that.
"Didn't you make out with anyone before you went to jail?" Alex's glare is all the answer he needs. "Right. Well. Okay. You're not the first virgin I've been with," he says, ignoring the growl that rises out of Alex's broad chest. "So I'll just teach you." He licks his lips nervously, grimacing when he tastes blood. "Everybody's a beginner at some point. We all had to learn." He doesn't mention that he learned when he was twelve and that Alex is two years older than he is and that kind of makes it a bit backwards, because he's learning that the world is a cruel fucking place and he doesn't want to make it worse.
"I learned from my step-cousin," Hank pipes in, not at all helpfully.
"That's creepy," Sean says, staring up at him (because Hank is tall, and also, Sean kind of wants to climb him. Like a tree. A tree with giant limbs, if the bulge in his pants is anything to go by). "Creepy and incestuous."
"Step-cousin," Hank reiterates.
"There are lines."
"Lines that are drawn after all-male threesomes?"
"Now you're getting it," he says, still watching Alex out of the corner of his eye, waiting for his shoulders to lower and his hands to unclench. He really wants to teach Alex how to kiss. To be the first one to lick his teeth and taste his tongue and then maybe hold him down in bed and fuck him like a jackhammer. But he doesn't want to get punched in his face. So he just waits.
"I'm kind of still a virgin too," Hank blurts out. "Unless blowjobs count. Do blowjobs count as sex?"
He's looking down at Sean like he's somehow become their resident sex guru, Alex still looks like he's waiting for someone to attack him, and Sean's dick is using up all of the blood that his brain needs to figure all of this out.
He sits down on the bed, looks up at his two teammates, and rubs his cock through his trousers. "I vote we have sex. Terrible, horrible, awkward gay threesome virgin sex. All in favor?"
Alex slams the door behind him when he leaves.
Hank raises his hand tentatively.
"Oh, put your hand down. Voting's over. We lost."
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