Ricochet [3/4]sensitizationFebruary 8 2012, 01:53:30 UTC
Shit, shit, shit! Hank all but runs to his car, tripping every so often in his haste. He unlocks the door and collapses into the driver seat, covering his face with his hands and lets out a long groan of regret. How could he let Alex see him like this? How could he even say that? Alex knows now. He has to know, Hank is just absolutely terrible at lying. Frustrated, Hank tugs at the gigantic scarf around his neck and cards his hand through his hair, letting out a huge sigh.
His phone vibrates in his pocket, and he ignores it, fully knowing that all he’ll be hearing is Raven going on and on about how he’s incredibly late and by now Sean is probably starting to decimate through the soda and snacks and is trying chat up Angel of all people and that he needs to get there now, before inserting the key into ignition and backing out the driveway.
He picks up his phone after Raven has hung up, speeding through a red light and presses his second speed dial for Alex. He waits for a two rings, before chickening out and tossing the phone onto the passenger seat, shuddering slightly. It’s ok if he waits awhile before explaining, right? Let Alex cool off for a bit. Everything will be fine.
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“Move over,” Angel demands, striding over from the set. Hank barely looks up as he shrinks himself further on the couch, huddled over his phone. It’s 10 pm, and Hank has spent the last 4 hours sitting on a terrifically uncomfortable wooden stool with Angel’s breasts practically pushed to his left cheek. It had taken every single patient iota in his body to not grimace into the camera, and even now Angel drapes an arm around his neck, leaning on him and Hank tries not to move away. He was probably the only human being on the planet to not find Angel absolutely captivating, and as a result of his disinterest has intrigued his fellow model to trying to get a reaction out of him in a sort of playful teasing. It made “Henri” the envy of a large sector of the fashion industry for managing to hold Angel’s attention in such a way. But tonight he has more on his mind as he’s still contemplating whether to call Alex and explain what happened.
“You’ve been staring at that phone all night-oh, he looks cute,” Angel interjects, and Hank cradles his phone to his chest. “Did you find him at a club?”
“No! No, I-he’s just my neighbor-“
“He’s cute,” Angel repeats, and she starts tugging at Hank’s designer jacket, straightening it out for him after he tugged it into a lopsided mess out of nervousness, “is he a model too?”
“He should be,” Hank murmurs, and he taps on the side of his phone worriedly.
“What are you waiting for?” Angel prompted, though receiving no reply. She leans forward to look at Henri’s face, and despite the sunglasses could at least see his squinting eyebrows and gloomy grimace and put two and two together.
“Oh give me that,” Angel sniffs, yanking the phone out of Hank’s hand before he could process what’s going on and called Alex. “Can’t even call your own boyfriend,” she stage-whispered, rolling her eyes.
Hank scrabbled to take his phone back as Angel leaned away with the phone next to her ear, using her other hand to block Hank’s lanky, flailing arms like a professional football player. After the fifth ring, the phone clicks and a bored voice mumbled out, “What do you want?”
Angel thrusts the phone back into Hank, and the man gingerly takes it, letting out a weak laugh.
“H-hey Alex?” Hank stammers after Alex lets out a grunt, “How’s it going?”
“Whatever.”
Hank worries his lower lip. ”Uh, I have to tell you something….something came up. In the lab. I don’t think I can make it to pho tonight.” He winces as someone decided to blast some pop remix in the studio, and two female models glided by, giggling wildly. None of which sounded at all what a experimental physics lab should be like. “Is that alright?”
Ricochet [4/5]sensitizationFebruary 8 2012, 01:56:05 UTC
“It’s fine,” Alex snips, and Hank scrunches his face in confusion. Usually Alex is the one that bitches at him to hell and back whenever Hank cancels on him, but Hank decides not to question it.
“So I’ll see you later?”
The phone clicks without a reply from Alex, and Hank is left listening to the dial tone.
Angel stands up and rubs Hank’s blue tinged hair as she would a dog, leaving Hank to slump back onto the couch and pressing a cushion to his face in frustration.
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It’s almost three am before Hank finally makes his way home with the dye successfully out of his hair, sleepily fumbling with his keys as he drags himself to his door.
“YOU!”
Hank jumps, pressing a hand to his heart, as he stares at Alex who’s now stalking up to him in a pair of basketball shorts and a vicious glare on his face.
“You piece of shit!” Alex yells into Hank’s face, pushing hard at the older man’s chest. Hank stumbles backwards, which shouldn’t happen given his size, but the hurt expression on his face made Alex feel vindicated.
“You thought you could keep this from me? Who the fuck am I to you? Did you think I’d be that stupid not to figure it out?”
“Alex, please. I know I should’ve told you, but- “
“And yeah, I might hate him, but goddammit, you should’ve told me you were dating him, not sneaking around like a little bitch about it-“
Hank cuts him off, a panicked look on his face, “wait, what? I’m not dating anyone.”
Alex rolls his eyes. “Right, so Mr. Blue Streak just came out of your apartment for no reason whatsoever? And you couldn’t possibly be related to that jagoff, right?”
Hank stares at Alex, before he opens his mouth, his voice a little strangled.
“Alex, my real name is Henri. My mom’s French-Canadian.”
Alex’s eyes grew round. “Oh. Oh god. Ohhh shit…”
Hank tries to smile, but it twists into a sort of pained grimace. “I couldn’t tell you, because you’re always going on about how much you hate my stupid hair and my clothes and whatever, and to be honest, I don’t like it either but Raven says it’s my signature trademark or whatever. And I wouldn’t do all these interviews and walks and shoots, but this is paying for grad school and this flat and everything. And I wanted to keep you as a friend, you know?” Hank laughs a little hysterically. “Because you’re right, who would find some loser who hides behind huge sunglasses and dumb hair to be anything but a huge poser?”
Alex doesn’t say anything. How many months has he spent ripping on “Henri”, right in front of Hank himself? But stil…
“I still hate him.” Alex says out loud, looking Hank right in the eyes.
Hank’s crushed face makes him quickly explain: “He just can’t match up to Hank fucking McCoy, you know? I mean, have you met the guy? He's smart as hell, cool as fuck, and drop-dead devastating in just sweatpants and a t-shirt."
Hank laughs loudly in relief, leaning against his door. He looks over at Alex, a small smile on his face. “I’m so tired right now.”
“Oh. Yeah, uh yeah, you should probably go. Sorry to-“ Alex waves a hand around, “hound you and start screaming at you and junk.”
But Hank doesn’t say anything, just staring at Alex who's suddenly, uncharacteristically shy, before crossing the distance between them and pulling Alex into a hard kiss.
Alex responds by sliding up and pressing into Hank without question, gripping onto Hank's biceps as he changes the angle of the kiss and opens his mouth. They go at it for a few more minutes before Hank pulls away slightly, leaving Alex to whimper against his lips at the loss.
“I’d like to kiss you more,” Hank panted, “but I’m really tired right now, and if I multitask and try to sleep and kiss you at the same time, it wouldn’t just be absolutely rude of me, but I might also die from asphyxiation.”
Alex pressed one more kiss before drawing back, patting Hank’s hip with a kind of dizzy, sated, and utterly radiant smile. “Alright then, in you go, slugger.”
Hank tugs at Alex's wrist to keep him from turning away, and turns the doorknob to his flat, “You won’t come in?”
Without warning, Alex lunges forward, wrapping his arms around Hank’s waist and manhandling the taller man into the flat. “Goddammit, I love how your brain works.”
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In three days, it’s plastered on every gossip blog, supermarket tabloid, and even makes it onto legitimate news sites: Henri is off the market. Blurry pictures of the model holding hands and eating pho with a blonde man are everywhere-speculations of how they met and how long they’ve been together is debated across every social media platform. The trending topics on twitter are all some permutation of “Henri’s gay” and “#ihateblondes”. And in the eye of the storm, said most hated blonde in the world is leaning against Hank McCoy, sharing a mozzarella sticks and chicken fingers pepperoni pizza while rewatching Community.
Due to the media shitstorm and Raven frantically trying to put out the fires, torn over whether or not to let the guessing continue or make Hank come up with a statement. Either way, he was basically told not to make an appearance as "Henri" until the whole thing calmed down. Alex didn't say much, but had a smug smile on his face all the while, resting his head on Hank's shoulder, firmly stuck in a haze of light, happy bliss. There was junk food and good tv and a very warm and affectionate Hank all at once. Alex lands a soft kiss on Hank's neck and breathes slowly over his boyfriend's Adam apple, smiling slightly as he hears Hank swallow in response.
"You're impossible," Hank chokes, and Alex just turns his attention back onto the tv, content to just feel like a certified GQMF for the night.
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I have no idea why I was so slow with this fill, I REALLY DON'T. But thanks for all the kind comments and I hoped you liked this, OP! :)
Alex pressed one more kiss before drawing back, patting Hank’s hip with a kind of dizzy, sated, and utterly radiant smile. - Urgh. This image is just so cute. Also, yay for Community!
Thanks so much for writing my prompt. This is so cute~ <3
Re: Ricochet [5/5]lillian_ravenFebruary 13 2012, 23:11:31 UTC
The last sentence. ♥ Perfect Alex voice! A wonderful piece of work. I adore the fact that Henri has some blue hair and also his name with i instead of y is somehow... cute.
Did you post the fic somewhere else complete? Like Ao3 or on hank_alex?
Re: Ricochet [5/5]sensitizationFebruary 14 2012, 02:19:26 UTC
Thank you! :)
Hm, I would have to fix it up a bit, so I haven't posted up anywhere else--I do have other wips on the kink meme that I'm trying to get through, but I'll keep those places in mind, thanks!
His phone vibrates in his pocket, and he ignores it, fully knowing that all he’ll be hearing is Raven going on and on about how he’s incredibly late and by now Sean is probably starting to decimate through the soda and snacks and is trying chat up Angel of all people and that he needs to get there now, before inserting the key into ignition and backing out the driveway.
He picks up his phone after Raven has hung up, speeding through a red light and presses his second speed dial for Alex. He waits for a two rings, before chickening out and tossing the phone onto the passenger seat, shuddering slightly. It’s ok if he waits awhile before explaining, right? Let Alex cool off for a bit. Everything will be fine.
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“Move over,” Angel demands, striding over from the set. Hank barely looks up as he shrinks himself further on the couch, huddled over his phone. It’s 10 pm, and Hank has spent the last 4 hours sitting on a terrifically uncomfortable wooden stool with Angel’s breasts practically pushed to his left cheek. It had taken every single patient iota in his body to not grimace into the camera, and even now Angel drapes an arm around his neck, leaning on him and Hank tries not to move away. He was probably the only human being on the planet to not find Angel absolutely captivating, and as a result of his disinterest has intrigued his fellow model to trying to get a reaction out of him in a sort of playful teasing. It made “Henri” the envy of a large sector of the fashion industry for managing to hold Angel’s attention in such a way. But tonight he has more on his mind as he’s still contemplating whether to call Alex and explain what happened.
“You’ve been staring at that phone all night-oh, he looks cute,” Angel interjects, and Hank cradles his phone to his chest. “Did you find him at a club?”
“No! No, I-he’s just my neighbor-“
“He’s cute,” Angel repeats, and she starts tugging at Hank’s designer jacket, straightening it out for him after he tugged it into a lopsided mess out of nervousness, “is he a model too?”
“He should be,” Hank murmurs, and he taps on the side of his phone worriedly.
“What are you waiting for?” Angel prompted, though receiving no reply. She leans forward to look at Henri’s face, and despite the sunglasses could at least see his squinting eyebrows and gloomy grimace and put two and two together.
“Oh give me that,” Angel sniffs, yanking the phone out of Hank’s hand before he could process what’s going on and called Alex. “Can’t even call your own boyfriend,” she stage-whispered, rolling her eyes.
Hank scrabbled to take his phone back as Angel leaned away with the phone next to her ear, using her other hand to block Hank’s lanky, flailing arms like a professional football player. After the fifth ring, the phone clicks and a bored voice mumbled out, “What do you want?”
Angel thrusts the phone back into Hank, and the man gingerly takes it, letting out a weak laugh.
“H-hey Alex?” Hank stammers after Alex lets out a grunt, “How’s it going?”
“Whatever.”
Hank worries his lower lip. ”Uh, I have to tell you something….something came up. In the lab. I don’t think I can make it to pho tonight.” He winces as someone decided to blast some pop remix in the studio, and two female models glided by, giggling wildly. None of which sounded at all what a experimental physics lab should be like. “Is that alright?”
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“So I’ll see you later?”
The phone clicks without a reply from Alex, and Hank is left listening to the dial tone.
Angel stands up and rubs Hank’s blue tinged hair as she would a dog, leaving Hank to slump back onto the couch and pressing a cushion to his face in frustration.
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It’s almost three am before Hank finally makes his way home with the dye successfully out of his hair, sleepily fumbling with his keys as he drags himself to his door.
“YOU!”
Hank jumps, pressing a hand to his heart, as he stares at Alex who’s now stalking up to him in a pair of basketball shorts and a vicious glare on his face.
“You piece of shit!” Alex yells into Hank’s face, pushing hard at the older man’s chest. Hank stumbles backwards, which shouldn’t happen given his size, but the hurt expression on his face made Alex feel vindicated.
“You thought you could keep this from me? Who the fuck am I to you? Did you think I’d be that stupid not to figure it out?”
“Alex, please. I know I should’ve told you, but- “
“And yeah, I might hate him, but goddammit, you should’ve told me you were dating him, not sneaking around like a little bitch about it-“
Hank cuts him off, a panicked look on his face, “wait, what? I’m not dating anyone.”
Alex rolls his eyes. “Right, so Mr. Blue Streak just came out of your apartment for no reason whatsoever? And you couldn’t possibly be related to that jagoff, right?”
Hank stares at Alex, before he opens his mouth, his voice a little strangled.
“Alex, my real name is Henri. My mom’s French-Canadian.”
Alex’s eyes grew round. “Oh. Oh god. Ohhh shit…”
Hank tries to smile, but it twists into a sort of pained grimace. “I couldn’t tell you, because you’re always going on about how much you hate my stupid hair and my clothes and whatever, and to be honest, I don’t like it either but Raven says it’s my signature trademark or whatever. And I wouldn’t do all these interviews and walks and shoots, but this is paying for grad school and this flat and everything. And I wanted to keep you as a friend, you know?” Hank laughs a little hysterically. “Because you’re right, who would find some loser who hides behind huge sunglasses and dumb hair to be anything but a huge poser?”
Alex doesn’t say anything. How many months has he spent ripping on “Henri”, right in front of Hank himself? But stil…
“I still hate him.” Alex says out loud, looking Hank right in the eyes.
Hank’s crushed face makes him quickly explain: “He just can’t match up to Hank fucking McCoy, you know? I mean, have you met the guy? He's smart as hell, cool as fuck, and drop-dead devastating in just sweatpants and a t-shirt."
Hank laughs loudly in relief, leaning against his door. He looks over at Alex, a small smile on his face. “I’m so tired right now.”
“Oh. Yeah, uh yeah, you should probably go. Sorry to-“ Alex waves a hand around, “hound you and start screaming at you and junk.”
But Hank doesn’t say anything, just staring at Alex who's suddenly, uncharacteristically shy, before crossing the distance between them and pulling Alex into a hard kiss.
Alex responds by sliding up and pressing into Hank without question, gripping onto Hank's biceps as he changes the angle of the kiss and opens his mouth. They go at it for a few more minutes before Hank pulls away slightly, leaving Alex to whimper against his lips at the loss.
“I’d like to kiss you more,” Hank panted, “but I’m really tired right now, and if I multitask and try to sleep and kiss you at the same time, it wouldn’t just be absolutely rude of me, but I might also die from asphyxiation.”
Alex pressed one more kiss before drawing back, patting Hank’s hip with a kind of dizzy, sated, and utterly radiant smile. “Alright then, in you go, slugger.”
Hank tugs at Alex's wrist to keep him from turning away, and turns the doorknob to his flat, “You won’t come in?”
Without warning, Alex lunges forward, wrapping his arms around Hank’s waist and manhandling the taller man into the flat. “Goddammit, I love how your brain works.”
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In three days, it’s plastered on every gossip blog, supermarket tabloid, and even makes it onto legitimate news sites: Henri is off the market. Blurry pictures of the model holding hands and eating pho with a blonde man are everywhere-speculations of how they met and how long they’ve been together is debated across every social media platform. The trending topics on twitter are all some permutation of “Henri’s gay” and “#ihateblondes”. And in the eye of the storm, said most hated blonde in the world is leaning against Hank McCoy, sharing a mozzarella sticks and chicken fingers pepperoni pizza while rewatching Community.
Due to the media shitstorm and Raven frantically trying to put out the fires, torn over whether or not to let the guessing continue or make Hank come up with a statement. Either way, he was basically told not to make an appearance as "Henri" until the whole thing calmed down. Alex didn't say much, but had a smug smile on his face all the while, resting his head on Hank's shoulder, firmly stuck in a haze of light, happy bliss. There was junk food and good tv and a very warm and affectionate Hank all at once. Alex lands a soft kiss on Hank's neck and breathes slowly over his boyfriend's Adam apple, smiling slightly as he hears Hank swallow in response.
"You're impossible," Hank chokes, and Alex just turns his attention back onto the tv, content to just feel like a certified GQMF for the night.
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I have no idea why I was so slow with this fill, I REALLY DON'T. But thanks for all the kind comments and I hoped you liked this, OP! :)
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Thanks so much for writing my prompt. This is so cute~ <3
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Did you post the fic somewhere else complete? Like Ao3 or on hank_alex?
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Hm, I would have to fix it up a bit, so I haven't posted up anywhere else--I do have other wips on the kink meme that I'm trying to get through, but I'll keep those places in mind, thanks!
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