FIC: why can't i ever get my sugar | x-men: first class; sean/alex
Title: Why Can't I Ever Get My Sugar
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sean/Alex
Warnings: Genderswap, gratuitous masturbation, Sean.
Summary: Boy gets turned into a girl, boy is extremely horny, boy masturbates, boy gets caught repeatedly by best friend, best friend bones him into pudding.
A/N: Can I get a hollaback for genderswap. For this prompt at 1stclass_kink .
“Shit like this is always Hank’s fault,” Alex grumbles, looking down at himself disgustedly.
“It is not!” Hank tells him primly. “Usually it’s yours.”
“Now, now,” Charles says, tapping his fingers on the arm of his chair. “Attaching blame isn’t particularly helpful. Although labels might be, Hank.”
Growling, Hank turns back to the maze of vials on the table in front of him. “I’m telling you, it had nothing to do with me. He said he just woke up like that. But I’ll fix it. As usual. And you,” he adds, pointing to Alex without looking at him, “you find a bra. Jesus.”
“Are you serious? No way!” Alex pulls his shirt down against his chest, studying his breasts again. “They’re not that big. I don’t need one. Not gonna happen. Oh hey, look, I’m cold now!”
Charles blushes and averts his eyes. “I’ll just be . . . going.”
--
Nobody seems particularly surprised by the fact that Alex looks like a girl now, which is totally weird in itself. Charles does mention in passing that, given his new, petite stature, all his clothes are far too big for him (“it’s bordering on the obscene, Alex, really”) and Sean cheerfully offers to take him shopping. It’s a nice gesture, Alex figures, but it gets a little awkward around the third dressing room.
Sean is standing awkwardly outside the door, holding a couple of shirts, as Alex shimmies into a pair of jeans. They fit around the waist but they’re tight in the legs and the crotch, and as Alex leans over to adjust the cuffs, the seam rubs against his clit.
He sits down hard. “Whoa,” he whispers. It’s the same but it’s totally different. Good different. Curiously, Alex runs his fingers along the seam, gasping at the shivery bone-deep pleasure that spreads through his thighs.
Now there’s no turning back. He can feel his blood racing as he explores, fingers tracing up and down. He presses between his legs and leans his head on the dressing room wall, a flush rising on his cheeks. It’s so fucking intense; he can feel himself getting wet all over these new pants that now he has to buy, and he remembers every girl he’s ever fucked squirming at being fingered through her panties.
He’s undoing the button now, pulling down the zip, and reaching for the gold when Sean calls uncertainly through the door, “Alex? Are you okay? You’ve, you know, been in there a while, yeah?”
Fuck. “I’m fine, Sean!” he responds in a wretched voice, pulling his hands out of his pants. He’ll have to finish this later, he thinks, pushing his hair behind his ears and trying to calm down. “I just, I really,” he pauses, “I really like these pants.”
--
The trip back to the mansion takes forever, Alex wanting to rub himself off on the seat of the car, squirming and white-knuckling the steering wheel as Sean babbles on endlessly about a pair of sunglasses he saw while he was holding Alex’s bags. The second they get back, Alex makes his excuses - “Books! Lots of them. Going to read tons of books.” - and slams his way through the mansion to his room.
He’s bubbling over with need and has no idea where he’s going to start, which is so incredibly exciting. A couple days ago, when he wanted to jack off he would just do the loose-wrist motion for a while, but this body is so full of secretly sensitive spots Alex is at a loss.
Like, he didn’t used to like having his nipples touched, but now the fabric of his new bra is slipping against his skin like lips. He pulls his shirt off, pushes his pants down to the floor, and cups his left breast, sighing and laying back on the bed. Finally. And ohh, it was worth the weight: his breast is small but firm in his hand, nipple hardening in the draft from the open window. He tweaks it, gasps, slips a hand down to his thigh, fingers circling. Already he’s breathing hard.
Experimentally he presses the heel of his hand against his clit. He winces. It’s too much. Maybe if he just - with the tip of a finger, taps and circles -
“Ohhh,” he groans, throwing his head back. It’s a teasing pleasure, the kind of thing he’d do to a girl to make her beg. He loves it. He frames his clit with two fingers, rubbing up and down slowly, his other hand sliding down his taut stomach to slide in the warm wetness coming from him.
He doesn’t want to finger himself, afraid it might fuck up the rhythm somehow, but he traces the edge of his entrance as he lifts his hips into his hand and draws in a ragged, shocked breath. It’s so sensitive; he can feel himself clenching, trying to draw his fingers in. His body, he realizes, just wants to be fucked.
His back arches as he rubs himself faster. It’s maybe the most beautiful thought he’d ever had - he could get a guy to fuck him like this. It’s not like it hasn’t occurred to him - yeah, he’s thought about it, over and over in fevered fantasies, fingered his ass with dick in his mind, but he knows from experience not to pursue it. With this body, though -
Carpe fuckin’ diem.
He moans, a whine escaping through his nose as he teases his entrance and thinks of being full, being taken, wrapping his legs around some guy’s waist and yanking on his hair. With every second he gets farther and farther away from the real world, burying himself in his fantasy of
“Fuck me”
and
“Harder”
and
“Right fuckin’ there”
He wants to be loud, he wants to be bossy, but right this second he wants to touch that spot inside himself that he knows, he knows will make this end. When he slips his fingers inside, stretching himself, his eyes roll into the back of his head and -
“Alex?”
- he comes, pressed all into himself and shaking.
There’s a long pause.
“A-Alex?” comes a timid voice from the door.
Sean’s standing there, staring at Alex with his mouth open. “Shit!” Alex spits, diving under the covers. “What the hell are you doing, man?”
As if he’s only now realized that what he’s doing is weird in any way, Sean looks away, blushing, and turns around. “Sorry, mate, sorry!” he says hastily. “I just, I thought I heard a weird noise, and, well, you’re obviously f-fine, so I’ll just be going. Ha ha.” He doesn’t actually laugh, just says it, before he scuttles out the door awkwardly, slamming the door behind him.
Great, thinks Alex. My best friend just popped a boner watching me come.
His body, unfortunately - or maybe fortunately - doesn’t seem to understand sarcasm, and Alex spends the next hour and a half testing out the idea of Sean’s body, his mouth, his eyes. And his floppy red hair wrapped around Alex’s fingers, which makes him come four times. When he’s done the sheet is ruined, the entire room smells like sex, and he falls asleep exhausted.
--
Alex gets better at his body very, very quickly. It’s like every hormone that was in him before he was changed had a thousand million babies. He looks at Raven now and realizes how much he’s underestimated girls. “They want to fuck just as much as we do!” he explains excitedly to Hank, who seems torn between uncomfortable and turned-on (although Alex assumes that’s because he included Raven in the example).
He considered himself an expert on the female body before, but now he knows he’d have any woman screaming in a second flat. It’s all about practice, he thinks.
--
By the third time Sean interrupts him, Alex starts to feel like maybe it’s not coincidence. Leaning against the sink, one hand down his pants and his head thrown back, he groans at the sound of knocking. “What do you want?”
“Uh, um, the butter, where’s the butter?” Sean quavers.
Buttoning up his pants furiously, Alex sticks his head out the door. “It’s in the butter drawer, you complete assface!” he hisses and tries to slam the door closed again, but Sean puts his foot in.
“Wait a second,” spills out of his mouth.
Alex glares at him impatiently, his entire body thrumming with need.
“You, uh.” Sean clears his throat. “You smell nice. Like perfume, or, yeah.” There’s a pause. “I’ll just, I’ll go then.”
Alex watches him go in shock. He’s not wearing perfume. He hasn’t even put on deodorant yet. What he smells like is sex.
Alex finds himself thinking more and more about Sean. It’s classical conditioning, obviously, since Sean keeps walking into his amazing jerk-off fests - and Sean is definitely not the kind of guy Alex used to think he’d go for - but something about him screams sex-god-waiting-to-explode.
Seriously. Alex has been thinking lately about sloppy wet oral sex, somebody really going to town on him, teasing him ‘til he’s wet and then fucking him with their tongue, and every time he closes his eyes the guy he sees biting his thighs is Sean, the lips he sees against his clit are red and wet. He’s swimming in freckles and licking come off his fingers, and he doesn’t mind a damn bit.
It seems like maybe Sean does, though. He’s getting increasingly twitchy. This morning, when he happened upon Alex pantsless in an empty room in the east wing (because he was “just passing through”), he couldn’t turn away fast enough to keep Alex from seeing the wet spot at the front of his jeans. Alex wonders if it was because he was three fingers deep or if it was the way he was moaning Sean’s name that got him.
Either way, Alex is getting tired of waiting for Sean to grow a pair. He gives up for the night and retires. Bed has always been his favorite place to touch himself - call him traditional - and every bed in the mansion is just excessive enough to make him feel debauched.
He kicks the blankets down the bed, overheated, and begins to get settled before a thought occurs to him. This is his bed. But it’s not the only bed. There are other beds that might be nicer, such as, for example, Sean’s. And he knows full well Sean wanders around teasing bats with his screams before he goes to bed. There’s probably time.
Before his senses return to him, Alex hops out of bed and scampers down the hall. He slips into Sean’s room, pulling the door shut quietly behind him.
Turning to look at the room, he’s surprised. He’d expected something exactly the same as his, like in a hotel room, but everything’s different, even the bedspread. There’s a big old rug on the carpet, with a great big armchair at the edge. Alex thinks he can see the outline of Sean’s bony butt.
He turns his attention to the bed. He’s a little jealous; the bedspread is thicker and darker, more luxurious. As he comes close, he begins to get whiffs of the weird soap Sean uses, of sweat, and of come. The sheets look clean, but Alex isn’t fooled. Sean’s been busy.
Slipping between the sheets, Alex breathes in deep. This is what he needed. He pushes his shirt up to his shoulders, his panties to his knees, and twists the sheet up to his face. He sniffs it, has the strangest urge to taste it.
Knees slipping up, feet sprawling out across the bed, Alex lets his hand slip teasingly down his stomach to rest on his hip. The feel of his own fingers through that thatch of hair hair makes his toes curl. He sucks at his thumb, then reaches down and rubs at his clit, hips rocking slowly upwards as his panties slip to his ankles.
It’s then, of course, that the door opens and Sean steps in. Alex groans, half in pleasure and half in irritation, and snaps, “Are you going to leave that open, pal?”
Wordlessly, Sean lets the door fall shut behind him, but he doesn’t step any closer to the bed. His mouth opens and closes a few times before he seems to give up, averting his eyes and folding his hands in front of his crotch.
You’re not fooling anyone, thinks Alex, eyes narrowing. “Hey, Sean,” he says, slowing the movement of his hand.
“Alex?” Sean replies, still not looking at him.
“It smells like you came in these sheets this morning, maybe twice. Did you?”
Finally, Sean’s big wide eyes flick up to meet Alex’s. The other boy seems paralyzed now, and Alex thinks that’s it, he’s won, when Sean stutters and stumbles back against the door.
“Um, I can sleep somewhere else if you’re . . . busy,” he stammers. “It’s, it’s a good room, you’re more than welcome - “
Alex rolls his eyes and sits up, swinging his feet off the side of the bed and pulling his panties off his ankle. “Can we cut the crap, please?” he says, standing up and walking over to the door, braless and naked from the waist down. “I’m not weirded out by the idea, you know, it sounds like fun. I have all kinds of ideas.”
“Ideas?” Sean squeaks, looking trapped.
“Yeah,” Alex tells him, grinning, “like this one.”
He grabs Sean’s wrist and pulls it up, pressing the other boy’s hand against his breast. His body responds immediately, tightening and pressing forward, as Sean practically vibrates with arousal.
“Are you, are you sure, are you serious? You’re serious - “
Leaning in to bite at Sean’s ear, Alex whispers in his best you-want-me voice, “Honestly, I just want you to fuck me.”
Sean looks like he’s about to come in his pants, fingers tracing the ridges of Alex’s hard nipple almost unconsciously, licking his lips over and over and over until Alex can’t take it anymore. “Come over here,” he demands, pulling Sean to the bed and throwing him down. He crawls over the ginger predatorily, arching his back and pressing his breasts down against Sean’s crotch. When Sean bucks, he grins like a shark and bites at his skinny hips, then slides up to bite at the boy’s jaw.
“You’ve done this before, right?” he murmurs in Sean’s ear.
“Of course I have!” Sean replies hotly. “Loads of times!”
Alex smiles where Sean can’t see. “Okay. Well, before you fuck me, you have to eat me out.” He can feel the blood drain from Sean’s face and reaches down to stroke at the bulge in his jeans. “You gonna do that for me?”
There’s no response at all, just ragged breathing. Concerned, Alex pulls back to see Sean’s pupils dilated so far his eyes appear black. Sean just nods mutely at Alex’s quirked eyebrow before suddenly flipping them over and pinning Alex’s hips to the bed.
Suddenly things are getting way more interesting. Because Sean is rolling Alex’s nipples and pinching them between his fingers, arching his back and biting his lip.
“It’s m’favorite thing,” Sean breathes, burying his face between Alex’s legs, just nuzzling, smelling, panting. “Love to fuck, but this I - I just could do it all day.”
Alex’s breath hitches, his hips cock, and suddenly Sean’s tongue is at his entrance, teasing him open with gentle confidence. Alex can feel the promise of fucking in the way Sean’s lips suck at him, the way his tongue curls, before Sean licks his way up to lap, slow and hard, at his clit.
He’s talking now, or something almost like talking. “Lower,” he says huskily, and “There, right there. Mmm.” His hips won’t stay still, but Sean doesn’t seem to mind in the least, mouth moving rough and sure.
It’s exactly as sloppy and sweet as Alex had hoped; it’s nothing and everything like a blowjob, deeper in the gut but the same screaming tension pulling him forward into Sean’s clever tongue. Something’s curling inside of him, and with a shock he realizes Sean has slipped a finger into him, crooked it and in an instant found that soft place inside that makes stars stand out behind his eyes.
“Ahhn!” he whimpers. “Sean - “ And comes, hard, wet, and satisfied -
But the onslaught doesn’t stop, not even close, Sean’s twinkling eyes shining up at him from between his legs as Alex realizes maybe he wasn’t so satisfied. Sean’s fingers tease at his insides; he can feel himself clenching around them, and the hot wet heat of his mouth makes Alex come and scream and come and scream and come.
And then Sean sits up, wipes his mouth, and rips his shirt off. Alex, sure this time that he’s done, is shocked to find that his body has other ideas: the sight of Sean’s stupidly skinny chest has him moaning and fumbling at the boy’s fly.
Through some combined effort of will and strength, they manage to get his pants off. “Condom,” Alex gasps, “please tell me you have one,” and Sean pulls one out of his back pocket before tossing his pants away. Only now does Alex realize that Sean’s so hard it must be painful. It’s almost sweet, the restrain he’s shown with his cock leaking over Alex’s stomach.
“Sorry,” Sean mutters, “sorry,” and he’s almost back to his old stammering self, except - the twinkle in his eye is still there. Alex watches him slip the condom on with shaking hands and then wraps his legs around Sean’s hips.
“Touch me while you fuck me,” he demands.
Sean gulps and pushes in.
It hurts - Alex had forgotten it would hurt - but the pain fades fast, and he feels himself tightening around Sean’s dick. For his own part, Sean’s eyes have crossed and his hair’s hanging in his face. Swallowing, Alex reaches up to wipe the sweat off Sean’s brow with his thumb. “Okay?” he asks.
“Just - I don’t want to come yet,” comes the shaky response.
Alex grips Sean’s shoulder. “It’s that good?” he murmurs, like he’s never fucked a girl before.
“It’s - fuck - “ With a shuddering breath, Sean pulls out, almost all the way. “Right,” he squeaks, furrowing his brow, and without any further delays he pushes in, hard fast solid against Alex’s hips, cock snapping into him and grazing that spot that makes Alex squeal and claw at Sean’s shoulders until he bleeds.
Panting, Sean gets into a rhythm, whispering the presidents to keep himself from coming. He slips his hand between them and presses his thumb gently against Alex’s clit every time he pulls out, creating a rhythm that Alex can’t follow, one that makes him writhe.
“You always - this wet when you wank off, Alex?” Sean whispers, throwing his head back and holding himself up on one arm.
He shakes his head too hard. “Not this much, it’s - ha, your spit, I guess, fuckin’ don’tstopthatever - “
“I wish I could touch you more places,” Sean moans. “Though fuck but you’re tight I can’t - I can’t focus - Alex, are you gonna - “
“Soon.” His hips lift, twisting as Sean thrusts hardfastlong into him. “Oh god, Sean, shit, fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckmehard - “
And he comes, again, tightening around Sean’s cock - Sean jerks, pulls him close - Alex scratches deep rough gouges down Sean’s back as his thumb presses hard against his clit - and Sean howls, Alex pressing hands to his ears just in time.
The lamp shatters, and everything goes dark.
--
Alex can’t tell time in the dark, but it’s a while later when Sean finally groans and rolls off of him. “Whoa,” he manages, and Alex nods invisibly.
“We need to do this again,” he says.
“Yeah,” Sean agrees. Alex feels him stretching at his side. “Definitely.”
Alex? comes a voice in his head.
Groaning, Alex covers his face with his hands. “Great,” he mutters, “perfect, I’m in the mood for the professor in my head right now - “ What?
Good news, my friend, Hank’s found a cure. If you come to the lab in the morning, you’ll be changed back to your old self. He theorizes that you sleepwalked into his lab in the night after all. Labels, you know.
Right, Alex responds, frowning. Be there in the morning.
He’s quiet for a long while, trying to figure out what he’s feeling. Sure, it was just sex. Great sex, but just sex. Still, he wants more of this shit. Problem is, maybe Sean’s not . . . interested that way.
“Hank is gonna fix me in the morning,” he says, trying to be nonchalant.
“Shame,” Sean says in the dark, and Alex’s heart sinks, until he hears, “I’ll miss the tits and the clit, but your arse is great regardless, so I can’t complain.”
Alex is so surprised, he barks out a laugh and rolls over to hug Sean tight around the shoulders. “You’re serious? You still wanna do this?”
Sean shrugs under his hands. “Yeah. Y’make me feel good. It’s not so complicated, yeah?”
Alex wonders if maybe he’s right, decides he’ll think about it more in the morning. He lets his hand fall open on Sean’s chest and drifts off to sleep. The next couple days are going to be pretty damn interesting.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sean/Alex
Warnings: Genderswap, gratuitous masturbation, Sean.
Summary: Boy gets turned into a girl, boy is extremely horny, boy masturbates, boy gets caught repeatedly by best friend, best friend bones him into pudding.
A/N: Can I get a hollaback for genderswap. For this prompt at 1stclass_kink .
“Shit like this is always Hank’s fault,” Alex grumbles, looking down at himself disgustedly.
“It is not!” Hank tells him primly. “Usually it’s yours.”
“Now, now,” Charles says, tapping his fingers on the arm of his chair. “Attaching blame isn’t particularly helpful. Although labels might be, Hank.”
Growling, Hank turns back to the maze of vials on the table in front of him. “I’m telling you, it had nothing to do with me. He said he just woke up like that. But I’ll fix it. As usual. And you,” he adds, pointing to Alex without looking at him, “you find a bra. Jesus.”
“Are you serious? No way!” Alex pulls his shirt down against his chest, studying his breasts again. “They’re not that big. I don’t need one. Not gonna happen. Oh hey, look, I’m cold now!”
Charles blushes and averts his eyes. “I’ll just be . . . going.”
--
Nobody seems particularly surprised by the fact that Alex looks like a girl now, which is totally weird in itself. Charles does mention in passing that, given his new, petite stature, all his clothes are far too big for him (“it’s bordering on the obscene, Alex, really”) and Sean cheerfully offers to take him shopping. It’s a nice gesture, Alex figures, but it gets a little awkward around the third dressing room.
Sean is standing awkwardly outside the door, holding a couple of shirts, as Alex shimmies into a pair of jeans. They fit around the waist but they’re tight in the legs and the crotch, and as Alex leans over to adjust the cuffs, the seam rubs against his clit.
He sits down hard. “Whoa,” he whispers. It’s the same but it’s totally different. Good different. Curiously, Alex runs his fingers along the seam, gasping at the shivery bone-deep pleasure that spreads through his thighs.
Now there’s no turning back. He can feel his blood racing as he explores, fingers tracing up and down. He presses between his legs and leans his head on the dressing room wall, a flush rising on his cheeks. It’s so fucking intense; he can feel himself getting wet all over these new pants that now he has to buy, and he remembers every girl he’s ever fucked squirming at being fingered through her panties.
He’s undoing the button now, pulling down the zip, and reaching for the gold when Sean calls uncertainly through the door, “Alex? Are you okay? You’ve, you know, been in there a while, yeah?”
Fuck. “I’m fine, Sean!” he responds in a wretched voice, pulling his hands out of his pants. He’ll have to finish this later, he thinks, pushing his hair behind his ears and trying to calm down. “I just, I really,” he pauses, “I really like these pants.”
--
The trip back to the mansion takes forever, Alex wanting to rub himself off on the seat of the car, squirming and white-knuckling the steering wheel as Sean babbles on endlessly about a pair of sunglasses he saw while he was holding Alex’s bags. The second they get back, Alex makes his excuses - “Books! Lots of them. Going to read tons of books.” - and slams his way through the mansion to his room.
He’s bubbling over with need and has no idea where he’s going to start, which is so incredibly exciting. A couple days ago, when he wanted to jack off he would just do the loose-wrist motion for a while, but this body is so full of secretly sensitive spots Alex is at a loss.
Like, he didn’t used to like having his nipples touched, but now the fabric of his new bra is slipping against his skin like lips. He pulls his shirt off, pushes his pants down to the floor, and cups his left breast, sighing and laying back on the bed. Finally. And ohh, it was worth the weight: his breast is small but firm in his hand, nipple hardening in the draft from the open window. He tweaks it, gasps, slips a hand down to his thigh, fingers circling. Already he’s breathing hard.
Experimentally he presses the heel of his hand against his clit. He winces. It’s too much. Maybe if he just - with the tip of a finger, taps and circles -
“Ohhh,” he groans, throwing his head back. It’s a teasing pleasure, the kind of thing he’d do to a girl to make her beg. He loves it. He frames his clit with two fingers, rubbing up and down slowly, his other hand sliding down his taut stomach to slide in the warm wetness coming from him.
He doesn’t want to finger himself, afraid it might fuck up the rhythm somehow, but he traces the edge of his entrance as he lifts his hips into his hand and draws in a ragged, shocked breath. It’s so sensitive; he can feel himself clenching, trying to draw his fingers in. His body, he realizes, just wants to be fucked.
His back arches as he rubs himself faster. It’s maybe the most beautiful thought he’d ever had - he could get a guy to fuck him like this. It’s not like it hasn’t occurred to him - yeah, he’s thought about it, over and over in fevered fantasies, fingered his ass with dick in his mind, but he knows from experience not to pursue it. With this body, though -
Carpe fuckin’ diem.
He moans, a whine escaping through his nose as he teases his entrance and thinks of being full, being taken, wrapping his legs around some guy’s waist and yanking on his hair. With every second he gets farther and farther away from the real world, burying himself in his fantasy of
“Fuck me”
and
“Harder”
and
“Right fuckin’ there”
He wants to be loud, he wants to be bossy, but right this second he wants to touch that spot inside himself that he knows, he knows will make this end. When he slips his fingers inside, stretching himself, his eyes roll into the back of his head and -
“Alex?”
- he comes, pressed all into himself and shaking.
There’s a long pause.
“A-Alex?” comes a timid voice from the door.
Sean’s standing there, staring at Alex with his mouth open. “Shit!” Alex spits, diving under the covers. “What the hell are you doing, man?”
As if he’s only now realized that what he’s doing is weird in any way, Sean looks away, blushing, and turns around. “Sorry, mate, sorry!” he says hastily. “I just, I thought I heard a weird noise, and, well, you’re obviously f-fine, so I’ll just be going. Ha ha.” He doesn’t actually laugh, just says it, before he scuttles out the door awkwardly, slamming the door behind him.
Great, thinks Alex. My best friend just popped a boner watching me come.
His body, unfortunately - or maybe fortunately - doesn’t seem to understand sarcasm, and Alex spends the next hour and a half testing out the idea of Sean’s body, his mouth, his eyes. And his floppy red hair wrapped around Alex’s fingers, which makes him come four times. When he’s done the sheet is ruined, the entire room smells like sex, and he falls asleep exhausted.
--
Alex gets better at his body very, very quickly. It’s like every hormone that was in him before he was changed had a thousand million babies. He looks at Raven now and realizes how much he’s underestimated girls. “They want to fuck just as much as we do!” he explains excitedly to Hank, who seems torn between uncomfortable and turned-on (although Alex assumes that’s because he included Raven in the example).
He considered himself an expert on the female body before, but now he knows he’d have any woman screaming in a second flat. It’s all about practice, he thinks.
--
By the third time Sean interrupts him, Alex starts to feel like maybe it’s not coincidence. Leaning against the sink, one hand down his pants and his head thrown back, he groans at the sound of knocking. “What do you want?”
“Uh, um, the butter, where’s the butter?” Sean quavers.
Buttoning up his pants furiously, Alex sticks his head out the door. “It’s in the butter drawer, you complete assface!” he hisses and tries to slam the door closed again, but Sean puts his foot in.
“Wait a second,” spills out of his mouth.
Alex glares at him impatiently, his entire body thrumming with need.
“You, uh.” Sean clears his throat. “You smell nice. Like perfume, or, yeah.” There’s a pause. “I’ll just, I’ll go then.”
Alex watches him go in shock. He’s not wearing perfume. He hasn’t even put on deodorant yet. What he smells like is sex.
Alex finds himself thinking more and more about Sean. It’s classical conditioning, obviously, since Sean keeps walking into his amazing jerk-off fests - and Sean is definitely not the kind of guy Alex used to think he’d go for - but something about him screams sex-god-waiting-to-explode.
Seriously. Alex has been thinking lately about sloppy wet oral sex, somebody really going to town on him, teasing him ‘til he’s wet and then fucking him with their tongue, and every time he closes his eyes the guy he sees biting his thighs is Sean, the lips he sees against his clit are red and wet. He’s swimming in freckles and licking come off his fingers, and he doesn’t mind a damn bit.
It seems like maybe Sean does, though. He’s getting increasingly twitchy. This morning, when he happened upon Alex pantsless in an empty room in the east wing (because he was “just passing through”), he couldn’t turn away fast enough to keep Alex from seeing the wet spot at the front of his jeans. Alex wonders if it was because he was three fingers deep or if it was the way he was moaning Sean’s name that got him.
Either way, Alex is getting tired of waiting for Sean to grow a pair. He gives up for the night and retires. Bed has always been his favorite place to touch himself - call him traditional - and every bed in the mansion is just excessive enough to make him feel debauched.
He kicks the blankets down the bed, overheated, and begins to get settled before a thought occurs to him. This is his bed. But it’s not the only bed. There are other beds that might be nicer, such as, for example, Sean’s. And he knows full well Sean wanders around teasing bats with his screams before he goes to bed. There’s probably time.
Before his senses return to him, Alex hops out of bed and scampers down the hall. He slips into Sean’s room, pulling the door shut quietly behind him.
Turning to look at the room, he’s surprised. He’d expected something exactly the same as his, like in a hotel room, but everything’s different, even the bedspread. There’s a big old rug on the carpet, with a great big armchair at the edge. Alex thinks he can see the outline of Sean’s bony butt.
He turns his attention to the bed. He’s a little jealous; the bedspread is thicker and darker, more luxurious. As he comes close, he begins to get whiffs of the weird soap Sean uses, of sweat, and of come. The sheets look clean, but Alex isn’t fooled. Sean’s been busy.
Slipping between the sheets, Alex breathes in deep. This is what he needed. He pushes his shirt up to his shoulders, his panties to his knees, and twists the sheet up to his face. He sniffs it, has the strangest urge to taste it.
Knees slipping up, feet sprawling out across the bed, Alex lets his hand slip teasingly down his stomach to rest on his hip. The feel of his own fingers through that thatch of hair hair makes his toes curl. He sucks at his thumb, then reaches down and rubs at his clit, hips rocking slowly upwards as his panties slip to his ankles.
It’s then, of course, that the door opens and Sean steps in. Alex groans, half in pleasure and half in irritation, and snaps, “Are you going to leave that open, pal?”
Wordlessly, Sean lets the door fall shut behind him, but he doesn’t step any closer to the bed. His mouth opens and closes a few times before he seems to give up, averting his eyes and folding his hands in front of his crotch.
You’re not fooling anyone, thinks Alex, eyes narrowing. “Hey, Sean,” he says, slowing the movement of his hand.
“Alex?” Sean replies, still not looking at him.
“It smells like you came in these sheets this morning, maybe twice. Did you?”
Finally, Sean’s big wide eyes flick up to meet Alex’s. The other boy seems paralyzed now, and Alex thinks that’s it, he’s won, when Sean stutters and stumbles back against the door.
“Um, I can sleep somewhere else if you’re . . . busy,” he stammers. “It’s, it’s a good room, you’re more than welcome - “
Alex rolls his eyes and sits up, swinging his feet off the side of the bed and pulling his panties off his ankle. “Can we cut the crap, please?” he says, standing up and walking over to the door, braless and naked from the waist down. “I’m not weirded out by the idea, you know, it sounds like fun. I have all kinds of ideas.”
“Ideas?” Sean squeaks, looking trapped.
“Yeah,” Alex tells him, grinning, “like this one.”
He grabs Sean’s wrist and pulls it up, pressing the other boy’s hand against his breast. His body responds immediately, tightening and pressing forward, as Sean practically vibrates with arousal.
“Are you, are you sure, are you serious? You’re serious - “
Leaning in to bite at Sean’s ear, Alex whispers in his best you-want-me voice, “Honestly, I just want you to fuck me.”
Sean looks like he’s about to come in his pants, fingers tracing the ridges of Alex’s hard nipple almost unconsciously, licking his lips over and over and over until Alex can’t take it anymore. “Come over here,” he demands, pulling Sean to the bed and throwing him down. He crawls over the ginger predatorily, arching his back and pressing his breasts down against Sean’s crotch. When Sean bucks, he grins like a shark and bites at his skinny hips, then slides up to bite at the boy’s jaw.
“You’ve done this before, right?” he murmurs in Sean’s ear.
“Of course I have!” Sean replies hotly. “Loads of times!”
Alex smiles where Sean can’t see. “Okay. Well, before you fuck me, you have to eat me out.” He can feel the blood drain from Sean’s face and reaches down to stroke at the bulge in his jeans. “You gonna do that for me?”
There’s no response at all, just ragged breathing. Concerned, Alex pulls back to see Sean’s pupils dilated so far his eyes appear black. Sean just nods mutely at Alex’s quirked eyebrow before suddenly flipping them over and pinning Alex’s hips to the bed.
Suddenly things are getting way more interesting. Because Sean is rolling Alex’s nipples and pinching them between his fingers, arching his back and biting his lip.
“It’s m’favorite thing,” Sean breathes, burying his face between Alex’s legs, just nuzzling, smelling, panting. “Love to fuck, but this I - I just could do it all day.”
Alex’s breath hitches, his hips cock, and suddenly Sean’s tongue is at his entrance, teasing him open with gentle confidence. Alex can feel the promise of fucking in the way Sean’s lips suck at him, the way his tongue curls, before Sean licks his way up to lap, slow and hard, at his clit.
He’s talking now, or something almost like talking. “Lower,” he says huskily, and “There, right there. Mmm.” His hips won’t stay still, but Sean doesn’t seem to mind in the least, mouth moving rough and sure.
It’s exactly as sloppy and sweet as Alex had hoped; it’s nothing and everything like a blowjob, deeper in the gut but the same screaming tension pulling him forward into Sean’s clever tongue. Something’s curling inside of him, and with a shock he realizes Sean has slipped a finger into him, crooked it and in an instant found that soft place inside that makes stars stand out behind his eyes.
“Ahhn!” he whimpers. “Sean - “ And comes, hard, wet, and satisfied -
But the onslaught doesn’t stop, not even close, Sean’s twinkling eyes shining up at him from between his legs as Alex realizes maybe he wasn’t so satisfied. Sean’s fingers tease at his insides; he can feel himself clenching around them, and the hot wet heat of his mouth makes Alex come and scream and come and scream and come.
And then Sean sits up, wipes his mouth, and rips his shirt off. Alex, sure this time that he’s done, is shocked to find that his body has other ideas: the sight of Sean’s stupidly skinny chest has him moaning and fumbling at the boy’s fly.
Through some combined effort of will and strength, they manage to get his pants off. “Condom,” Alex gasps, “please tell me you have one,” and Sean pulls one out of his back pocket before tossing his pants away. Only now does Alex realize that Sean’s so hard it must be painful. It’s almost sweet, the restrain he’s shown with his cock leaking over Alex’s stomach.
“Sorry,” Sean mutters, “sorry,” and he’s almost back to his old stammering self, except - the twinkle in his eye is still there. Alex watches him slip the condom on with shaking hands and then wraps his legs around Sean’s hips.
“Touch me while you fuck me,” he demands.
Sean gulps and pushes in.
It hurts - Alex had forgotten it would hurt - but the pain fades fast, and he feels himself tightening around Sean’s dick. For his own part, Sean’s eyes have crossed and his hair’s hanging in his face. Swallowing, Alex reaches up to wipe the sweat off Sean’s brow with his thumb. “Okay?” he asks.
“Just - I don’t want to come yet,” comes the shaky response.
Alex grips Sean’s shoulder. “It’s that good?” he murmurs, like he’s never fucked a girl before.
“It’s - fuck - “ With a shuddering breath, Sean pulls out, almost all the way. “Right,” he squeaks, furrowing his brow, and without any further delays he pushes in, hard fast solid against Alex’s hips, cock snapping into him and grazing that spot that makes Alex squeal and claw at Sean’s shoulders until he bleeds.
Panting, Sean gets into a rhythm, whispering the presidents to keep himself from coming. He slips his hand between them and presses his thumb gently against Alex’s clit every time he pulls out, creating a rhythm that Alex can’t follow, one that makes him writhe.
“You always - this wet when you wank off, Alex?” Sean whispers, throwing his head back and holding himself up on one arm.
He shakes his head too hard. “Not this much, it’s - ha, your spit, I guess, fuckin’ don’tstopthatever - “
“I wish I could touch you more places,” Sean moans. “Though fuck but you’re tight I can’t - I can’t focus - Alex, are you gonna - “
“Soon.” His hips lift, twisting as Sean thrusts hardfastlong into him. “Oh god, Sean, shit, fuck me fuck me fuckmefuckmehard - “
And he comes, again, tightening around Sean’s cock - Sean jerks, pulls him close - Alex scratches deep rough gouges down Sean’s back as his thumb presses hard against his clit - and Sean howls, Alex pressing hands to his ears just in time.
The lamp shatters, and everything goes dark.
--
Alex can’t tell time in the dark, but it’s a while later when Sean finally groans and rolls off of him. “Whoa,” he manages, and Alex nods invisibly.
“We need to do this again,” he says.
“Yeah,” Sean agrees. Alex feels him stretching at his side. “Definitely.”
Alex? comes a voice in his head.
Groaning, Alex covers his face with his hands. “Great,” he mutters, “perfect, I’m in the mood for the professor in my head right now - “ What?
Good news, my friend, Hank’s found a cure. If you come to the lab in the morning, you’ll be changed back to your old self. He theorizes that you sleepwalked into his lab in the night after all. Labels, you know.
Right, Alex responds, frowning. Be there in the morning.
He’s quiet for a long while, trying to figure out what he’s feeling. Sure, it was just sex. Great sex, but just sex. Still, he wants more of this shit. Problem is, maybe Sean’s not . . . interested that way.
“Hank is gonna fix me in the morning,” he says, trying to be nonchalant.
“Shame,” Sean says in the dark, and Alex’s heart sinks, until he hears, “I’ll miss the tits and the clit, but your arse is great regardless, so I can’t complain.”
Alex is so surprised, he barks out a laugh and rolls over to hug Sean tight around the shoulders. “You’re serious? You still wanna do this?”
Sean shrugs under his hands. “Yeah. Y’make me feel good. It’s not so complicated, yeah?”
Alex wonders if maybe he’s right, decides he’ll think about it more in the morning. He lets his hand fall open on Sean’s chest and drifts off to sleep. The next couple days are going to be pretty damn interesting.