FILL: Lab Work, 1/2quixyjieNovember 20 2011, 00:53:48 UTC
The voice at the door startles Hank and makes him add a droplet of solution too many to the slide that he's creating. He scowls. Meanwhile, the voice is saying, "You haven't seen Er--I mean--Doctor Lensherr around, have you?" Now the blood is too diluted on the glass slide, and he'll have to start over. He knows exactly who's at the door - who is always at the door, it seems - so he doesn't even have to look to know that Alex has his hands on either side of the doorframe, leaning into the room like he's not sure if he should really be there, but still infuriating with his lips curled up into that smirk and his perfect, blonde hair. He's the newest nurse under Doctor Lensherr, and some part of Hank really wishes that he weren't so competent so that he'd have an excuse to get him suspended from the Research Floor.
"He's probably in Lab E," Hank answers, standing to go get a fresh sample of blood from the refrigerators in the back of the crowded room. He lets the useless blood sample fall into the bin labelled "BIOHAZARD". He doesn't meet Alex's eyes. He's busy.
"With Charles?" He can hear Alex's smirk growing. He does it on purpose; Alex knows it irritates Hank to no end when he refers to Hank's research partner as just Charles. Doctor Xavier is his proper title, after all.
Hank finds the appropriate blood sample and pulls on a pair of latex gloves that seem to reproduce within his labcoat before taking the small bottle out of its cool container. "Couldn't tell you," he says truthfully. "Why do you always come looking for him, anyway? Can't you just page him? It's distracting." Unfortunately, Alex takes this communication as permission to enter the lab, and he does so, gracefully and with large, striding steps. He pulls up a stool right as Hank reaches the lab bench, preparing to finish what he started and create that slide.
"More fun this way," Alex says, smiling.
Hank finally looks at him, frustrated. "Only for you."
"Right, because I'm distracting you, am I?" The look he gives Hank is positively lascivious. Or maybe Hank is just noticing that his eyes are very, very blue. Like his own. Alex licks his lips. Hank's feel suddenly very dry. "You gonna look at that?" Alex says quietly, eyes darting down quickly to the finished slide in Hank's hands.
"Um," Hank says intelligently.
Alex's lip curls up in a very enticing way. "Lab E, you said?" Hank nods, and he leaves, the stool he had perched on scraping loudly against the linoleum floor.
Checking for abnormal blood cell formation is like the least interesting thing he could be doing right now, Hank decides.
Re: FILL: Lab Work, 2/2quixyjieNovember 20 2011, 00:56:25 UTC
"Are you sure no one's going to come in? Only, the Research Floor has an open door policy, you know." Charles gasps, cheeks flushed, when Erik presses his firm body against him even more so that the edge of the lab bench is digging into his lower back. Erik licks a stripe up the side of Charles' neck.
"Who's going to come into Lab E?" Erik breathes between kisses; he has this way of sucking on Charles' collarbone that makes his knees like jelly. Their shirts are undone but whitecoats left on. They've both only got about ten minutes before anyone notices they are missing and needed back in their positions. "There's nothing in here to look at," he continues. Lab E had been gutted of its equipment when the research facilities were expanding, and now the only things in the room were a few work benches, old bunsen burners, test tubes, and Charles and Erik.
"Except us," says Charles, arching into a particularly satisfying bite that Erik leaves on his chest. He's red everywhere. Hank will know.
"Like that, would you? If someone caught us. Never would have taken you for that type."
"What type?" Charles plays coy.
Erik growls before grinding their hips together. "You want us to have a go at the park? Where anyone can catch us? You probably always wanted to do it in the stacks of a library." Erik punctuates each question with a smooth roll of his hips until Charles is gasping. He needs to get their pants off. Now. His hands go for the doctor's belt. The clasp jingles in that way that always means sex after, like Pavlov's fucking dog with the bell, and Charles can help it; he salivates.
Then the door opens.
Charles and Erik freeze, not daring to breathe.
A few moments pass as Alex blinks back at them, processing. Then he says, "Oh my god. You're lab coat is on fire," pointing at Charles against the bench, and Charles looks behind and down at his sleeve and, yes, his sleeve is very much on fire and spreading quickly. With a yelp he pushes Erik off of him and sheds the coat, and Alex darts off somewhere. Charles has this horrible second in which he thinks he's surely going to lose his job, and maybe Erik's, too, because Alex is probably going to rat, while Erik tries to beat the fire down with his own coat, to no avail.
Alex comes back with a fire extinguisher.
By the time he's done the floor and Erik and Charles are covered with that foamy white stuff from the nozzle, and they are all wet because the emergency sprinklers decided to kick in and help after the fire had been extinguished. "Sorry," Alex says, panting. "Panicked."
Erik wipes a hand over his face and a glob of foam falls to the floor. "You will not speak a word of this," he says. "Or I will fire you."
Alex says, "There were some discrepancies in the EKG reports on patient A.L. That's why I wanted to find you."
"Couldn't you just have paged him?" Charles asks, already sexually-frustrated but verging on generally-frustrated.
Alex shrugs. "More fun this way?" He looks to Erik hopefully and Erik sighs.
"Fine. Where are the EKG charts?"
Lab E is sealed off for good, but Charles isn't worried; there are as many labs on this floor as there are letters in the alphabet.
"He's probably in Lab E," Hank answers, standing to go get a fresh sample of blood from the refrigerators in the back of the crowded room. He lets the useless blood sample fall into the bin labelled "BIOHAZARD". He doesn't meet Alex's eyes. He's busy.
"With Charles?" He can hear Alex's smirk growing. He does it on purpose; Alex knows it irritates Hank to no end when he refers to Hank's research partner as just Charles. Doctor Xavier is his proper title, after all.
Hank finds the appropriate blood sample and pulls on a pair of latex gloves that seem to reproduce within his labcoat before taking the small bottle out of its cool container. "Couldn't tell you," he says truthfully. "Why do you always come looking for him, anyway? Can't you just page him? It's distracting." Unfortunately, Alex takes this communication as permission to enter the lab, and he does so, gracefully and with large, striding steps. He pulls up a stool right as Hank reaches the lab bench, preparing to finish what he started and create that slide.
"More fun this way," Alex says, smiling.
Hank finally looks at him, frustrated. "Only for you."
"Right, because I'm distracting you, am I?" The look he gives Hank is positively lascivious. Or maybe Hank is just noticing that his eyes are very, very blue. Like his own. Alex licks his lips. Hank's feel suddenly very dry. "You gonna look at that?" Alex says quietly, eyes darting down quickly to the finished slide in Hank's hands.
"Um," Hank says intelligently.
Alex's lip curls up in a very enticing way. "Lab E, you said?" Hank nods, and he leaves, the stool he had perched on scraping loudly against the linoleum floor.
Checking for abnormal blood cell formation is like the least interesting thing he could be doing right now, Hank decides.
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"Who's going to come into Lab E?" Erik breathes between kisses; he has this way of sucking on Charles' collarbone that makes his knees like jelly. Their shirts are undone but whitecoats left on. They've both only got about ten minutes before anyone notices they are missing and needed back in their positions. "There's nothing in here to look at," he continues. Lab E had been gutted of its equipment when the research facilities were expanding, and now the only things in the room were a few work benches, old bunsen burners, test tubes, and Charles and Erik.
"Except us," says Charles, arching into a particularly satisfying bite that Erik leaves on his chest. He's red everywhere. Hank will know.
"Like that, would you? If someone caught us. Never would have taken you for that type."
"What type?" Charles plays coy.
Erik growls before grinding their hips together. "You want us to have a go at the park? Where anyone can catch us? You probably always wanted to do it in the stacks of a library." Erik punctuates each question with a smooth roll of his hips until Charles is gasping. He needs to get their pants off. Now. His hands go for the doctor's belt. The clasp jingles in that way that always means sex after, like Pavlov's fucking dog with the bell, and Charles can help it; he salivates.
Then the door opens.
Charles and Erik freeze, not daring to breathe.
A few moments pass as Alex blinks back at them, processing. Then he says, "Oh my god. You're lab coat is on fire," pointing at Charles against the bench, and Charles looks behind and down at his sleeve and, yes, his sleeve is very much on fire and spreading quickly. With a yelp he pushes Erik off of him and sheds the coat, and Alex darts off somewhere. Charles has this horrible second in which he thinks he's surely going to lose his job, and maybe Erik's, too, because Alex is probably going to rat, while Erik tries to beat the fire down with his own coat, to no avail.
Alex comes back with a fire extinguisher.
By the time he's done the floor and Erik and Charles are covered with that foamy white stuff from the nozzle, and they are all wet because the emergency sprinklers decided to kick in and help after the fire had been extinguished. "Sorry," Alex says, panting. "Panicked."
Erik wipes a hand over his face and a glob of foam falls to the floor. "You will not speak a word of this," he says. "Or I will fire you."
Alex says, "There were some discrepancies in the EKG reports on patient A.L. That's why I wanted to find you."
"Couldn't you just have paged him?" Charles asks, already sexually-frustrated but verging on generally-frustrated.
Alex shrugs. "More fun this way?" He looks to Erik hopefully and Erik sighs.
"Fine. Where are the EKG charts?"
Lab E is sealed off for good, but Charles isn't worried; there are as many labs on this floor as there are letters in the alphabet.
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