FIC: your dick & your loveliness | x-men: first class; sean/alex
Title: Your Dick & Your Loveliness
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sean/Alex
Word Count: 883
Warnings: None really.
Summary: Sean puts his head in Alex's lap. We know what happens in this situation in fanfiction, right?
A/N: For linzeigh and anon@tumblr. Title from SHARE A LEG by ROBERT JONES.
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“I’m so fucking exhausted,” Sean moans into Alex’s lap. Alex looks up and counts backwards from a hundred. It doesn’t help.
He was just sitting on his bed when Sean waltzed into the room like it was his own and sort of . . . fell into his lap, face-fucking-first. Alex thinks he might die. He’s pressing his thighs together but it’s not helping. He can feel himself getting hard; it’s amazing Sean can’t feel it yet.
And if Sean would just shut up that would be fucking amazing.
“I can’t believe I jumped out a fucking window today,” Sean continues. His lips move soft against Alex’s thigh. Alex is torn between wishing the sweatpants were thicker and wanting to remove them completely.
“Sean . . . “ he manages, adjusting his legs slightly.
“A fucking window, Alex! Everything hurts!” Sean sighs. “Nothing is beautiful.”
Alex trembles, looks up briefly with a prayer, and presses against the side of Sean’s face with the palm of his hand. “Can you just . . . move for a second?” he quavers.
Sean turns his head to look up at him. He squints one eye. “Why?” he asks suspiciously. “Did I interrupt you jerking off or something?”
“No, no, but . . . “ Alex swallows. How has he not noticed? “I . . . might need to . . . now-ish.” He coughs and looks away, blushing.
There’s a moment of silence, and then Sean chuckles. It’s warm and hungry. The mattress moves, and Alex peeks at Sean. He’s leaning over Alex’s lap again, chin in his hands, a wicked smirk on his face. “Need some help with that?” he asks, running one long, slim finger down the ridge in Alex’s sweats.
Alex’s eyes roll and he slumps against the bedframe. “Ah, ah,” slips out of his mouth before he can slam his lips shut.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Sean tells him and pulls them down in one smooth motion. His fingers are so fast and so fucking warm as they pull Alex’s cock free. Little caresses make Alex tremble.
“Sean . . . “ he moans, because sentences don’t work anymore.
“You’re so wet,” Sean murmurs, wondering, and sticks out his pointed pink tongue to taste the precome at his head.
Alex cries out, fingers clenching at the bedspread, and finds his words again. “Sean, fuck, Sean,” he moans. “Please suck me. Let me - let me in your mouth.”
Sean’s eyes are dark as they meet his. “Okay,” he says, and kisses Alex’s thigh, and swallows him down.
Alex can’t breathe. It’s all warm and wet and tight and he can see the outline of his cock in Sean’s cheek. Sean’s lips are stretched red and tense over him and as he bobs his head he’s swallowing, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.
“Fuck, Sean,” Alex whines. “So fucking - god, yes, don’t stop.” He’s moaning non-stop, sure someone will hear them, but he’s fucking hard into Sean’s throat and he’s never felt anything this tight in his life. He grabs Sean’s hair and pulls it, hard, red curls between his fingers guiding Sean as he bobs between his legs. Alex’s legs are thrashing against the bed, his eyes slam shut, he can’t, he can’t, it’s, “Shit, Sean, I’m coming, I’m gonna - “
And Sean pulls off but not far enough, and Alex comes down his throat and across his lips and in his hair with a strangled shout.
Sean is staring at him, eyes hungry and covetous, as Alex comes down. He watches in a daze as Sean squeezes himself through his pants. “Take your shirt off,” Sean tells him, his voice rough, and Alex obeys slowly, his fingers trembling.
Sean unzips his pants, pulling them down around his thighs. He has pretty hips and a pretty cock and freckles on his stomach, and Alex gasps weakly when his fingers clasp around himself.
“Sean,” he says, “what are you doing?”
“Lie back down. I’m going to come on you.”
Alex’s eyes widen, and he stares, lips parted, as Sean’s hand begins to move, first slow and then fast, painful-looking. He’s flushed, head tilted back slightly, and biting his lip to keep from making noise, but little whimpers still slip out when he squeezes the base of his cock on every stroke.
He lasts longer than Alex did, but Alex doesn’t mind because he gets to watch. He watches Sean’s back arch, watches Sean inch forward towards Alex on his knees, watches him touch his balls and sees the slight, concentrated frown on his face when Alex reaches up tentatively to touch the inside of his thighs.
He sees Sean tense up, strokes erratic, and watches him, feels him, come all over his chest, neck, his lips, with a stifled cry. Alex’s eyes slip closed for just a moment, and Sean falls to the bed next to him, landing on his arm.
“Ow,” Alex says, but he doesn’t really give a shit. He licks his lips and watches Sean’s eyes widen.
“What,” Sean breathes, “you some kind of comeslut?”
“Maybe.” Alex thinks. “Probably.”
Sean groans. “Give me a couple minutes,” he says, “and I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk, Alex, I swear to God.”
Alex smiles when he realizes he’s okay with this.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Sean/Alex
Word Count: 883
Warnings: None really.
Summary: Sean puts his head in Alex's lap. We know what happens in this situation in fanfiction, right?
A/N: For linzeigh and anon@tumblr. Title from SHARE A LEG by ROBERT JONES.
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“I’m so fucking exhausted,” Sean moans into Alex’s lap. Alex looks up and counts backwards from a hundred. It doesn’t help.
He was just sitting on his bed when Sean waltzed into the room like it was his own and sort of . . . fell into his lap, face-fucking-first. Alex thinks he might die. He’s pressing his thighs together but it’s not helping. He can feel himself getting hard; it’s amazing Sean can’t feel it yet.
And if Sean would just shut up that would be fucking amazing.
“I can’t believe I jumped out a fucking window today,” Sean continues. His lips move soft against Alex’s thigh. Alex is torn between wishing the sweatpants were thicker and wanting to remove them completely.
“Sean . . . “ he manages, adjusting his legs slightly.
“A fucking window, Alex! Everything hurts!” Sean sighs. “Nothing is beautiful.”
Alex trembles, looks up briefly with a prayer, and presses against the side of Sean’s face with the palm of his hand. “Can you just . . . move for a second?” he quavers.
Sean turns his head to look up at him. He squints one eye. “Why?” he asks suspiciously. “Did I interrupt you jerking off or something?”
“No, no, but . . . “ Alex swallows. How has he not noticed? “I . . . might need to . . . now-ish.” He coughs and looks away, blushing.
There’s a moment of silence, and then Sean chuckles. It’s warm and hungry. The mattress moves, and Alex peeks at Sean. He’s leaning over Alex’s lap again, chin in his hands, a wicked smirk on his face. “Need some help with that?” he asks, running one long, slim finger down the ridge in Alex’s sweats.
Alex’s eyes roll and he slumps against the bedframe. “Ah, ah,” slips out of his mouth before he can slam his lips shut.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Sean tells him and pulls them down in one smooth motion. His fingers are so fast and so fucking warm as they pull Alex’s cock free. Little caresses make Alex tremble.
“Sean . . . “ he moans, because sentences don’t work anymore.
“You’re so wet,” Sean murmurs, wondering, and sticks out his pointed pink tongue to taste the precome at his head.
Alex cries out, fingers clenching at the bedspread, and finds his words again. “Sean, fuck, Sean,” he moans. “Please suck me. Let me - let me in your mouth.”
Sean’s eyes are dark as they meet his. “Okay,” he says, and kisses Alex’s thigh, and swallows him down.
Alex can’t breathe. It’s all warm and wet and tight and he can see the outline of his cock in Sean’s cheek. Sean’s lips are stretched red and tense over him and as he bobs his head he’s swallowing, eyelashes fluttering against his cheeks.
“Fuck, Sean,” Alex whines. “So fucking - god, yes, don’t stop.” He’s moaning non-stop, sure someone will hear them, but he’s fucking hard into Sean’s throat and he’s never felt anything this tight in his life. He grabs Sean’s hair and pulls it, hard, red curls between his fingers guiding Sean as he bobs between his legs. Alex’s legs are thrashing against the bed, his eyes slam shut, he can’t, he can’t, it’s, “Shit, Sean, I’m coming, I’m gonna - “
And Sean pulls off but not far enough, and Alex comes down his throat and across his lips and in his hair with a strangled shout.
Sean is staring at him, eyes hungry and covetous, as Alex comes down. He watches in a daze as Sean squeezes himself through his pants. “Take your shirt off,” Sean tells him, his voice rough, and Alex obeys slowly, his fingers trembling.
Sean unzips his pants, pulling them down around his thighs. He has pretty hips and a pretty cock and freckles on his stomach, and Alex gasps weakly when his fingers clasp around himself.
“Sean,” he says, “what are you doing?”
“Lie back down. I’m going to come on you.”
Alex’s eyes widen, and he stares, lips parted, as Sean’s hand begins to move, first slow and then fast, painful-looking. He’s flushed, head tilted back slightly, and biting his lip to keep from making noise, but little whimpers still slip out when he squeezes the base of his cock on every stroke.
He lasts longer than Alex did, but Alex doesn’t mind because he gets to watch. He watches Sean’s back arch, watches Sean inch forward towards Alex on his knees, watches him touch his balls and sees the slight, concentrated frown on his face when Alex reaches up tentatively to touch the inside of his thighs.
He sees Sean tense up, strokes erratic, and watches him, feels him, come all over his chest, neck, his lips, with a stifled cry. Alex’s eyes slip closed for just a moment, and Sean falls to the bed next to him, landing on his arm.
“Ow,” Alex says, but he doesn’t really give a shit. He licks his lips and watches Sean’s eyes widen.
“What,” Sean breathes, “you some kind of comeslut?”
“Maybe.” Alex thinks. “Probably.”
Sean groans. “Give me a couple minutes,” he says, “and I’ll fuck you until you can’t walk, Alex, I swear to God.”
Alex smiles when he realizes he’s okay with this.