Trust
Title: Trust
Rating: NC-17 (GRAPHIC SEX HOW UNLIKE ME)
Pairing: Sinestro/Hal
Fandom: Green Lantern/DC
Word Count: 3,601
Warning: SEX and also I'm not in charge of DC and have no real control over these characters
Also I said "fuck italics" and just put /these/ next to stuff for emphasis. FUCK ITALICS.
He was rash, careless, arrogant and loud. He used his ring like it was much less of an honor and more of a birth right. Worse than that, Hal Jordan was from Earth, a backwater planet in sector 2814 that found life outside its own small dimensions unheard of; it was disgusting, to say the least. Yet, Sinestro found himself trusting Hal more and more, and with each passing day Hal became more adept at using his ring and began to trust Sinestro’s knowledge of the Green Lantern power. He was surprised to say that by the end of the second week, Sinestro could even call Hal a friend. Sinestro never stayed too long on Earth-a few hours to show Hal new techniques and teach him new skills, or reinforce restrictions and codes his ring had already introduced. The first few days were difficult, yes-Hal would often forget his ring or act rude and undisciplined-but as Sinestro earned his respect, Hal listened to his advice, keeping to his own path and ideas; for that, Sinestro was grateful. The Corps was weak, a pitiful reminder of halcyon days and unaware of its own overall worthlessness. Sinestro set itself out to rectify this travesty and resurrect the Green Lanterns as a feared and loved part of the universe’s grand mythos. He felt as if Hal would share his distress with the Corps; and when the time came, Hal Jordan would accept this fact and help him with his goal. Hal was a trustworthy friend and a good comrade to his cause. So he helped Hal prosper as a Lantern, not that Hal needed the boost…he was one of the most naturally talented Corpsmen Sinestro had seen in a long time-it was fitting for him to wear Abin Sur’s ring.
Sinestro could see his progress after the end of the second week. He wouldn’t have to stay much longer. Soon, Hal would be able to fight alongside the best of Lanterns, Sinestro included. The Earth’s singular sun was setting when Sinestro decided to leave that day-he had worked Hal a little harder each day, and today they had been training for quite some time; he wouldn’t disagree that the hours were long, but that was needed for Hal. Discipline was what he needed now, training and control.
“Hey, Sinestro?” Hal was already in casual clothes, quick to disable the power suit after training. Sinestro was less bold, respecting the power and image in the suit itself, not just the ring and lantern. Sinestro quirked an eyebrow at Hal, who could interpret this as a sign to go on (Sinestro, Hal learnt, was a man of not so many
words).
“You know, you never tell me about your planet. You always talk about how unimportant us humans are, but never tell me why your people are so much better, you know? So, I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll get some drinks, we can go back to my apartment, you can see what it’s like to live human, what do you say? Think of it as a…cultural experiment,” Hal said, shrugging. Sinestro’s eyebrows shot up in appraisal. Hal was certainly brazen, that much was certain. On Korugar, Sinestro thought, a request as personal as that wouldn’t come from a friend he’d only known for a short period of time, and especially not from a student to a mentor. Regardless, Hal Jordan was something of an exceptionally /brash/ person, even by Earth standards, he assumed. It wasn’t as if he had a problem with Jordan’s request, however. Quite the contrary, he was just Sinestro’s type.
“What a…surprising request. It’s interesting that you’d take the initiative here. I suppose humans are more advanced than I thought. To answer your question, I would be fine with staying a little longer. I don’t need to be anywhere else right away.” Sinestro smiled warmly at Hal, who returned it with gusto.
“Great,” Hal gushed, patting Sinestro on the back and shuffling around in his pockets for his car keys, “let me just get my keys and we can go.”
“Ah…that won’t be necessary. We could just fly? I have to say, the fact that your automobiles emit the toxins they do is nothing short of appalling to me. I wouldn’t want to contribute to the homicide of your own planet.” Sinestro’s tone was clipped. Sometimes dealing with humans was more difficult than even he had patience for. Hal just shrugged again and pulled his ring out of his pocket, slipping it on his third finger and changing automatically into his power suit. Sinestro, still dressed appropriately, waited for Hal to lead the way.
Hal was surprisingly open about being in populated areas with his ring on. He seemed to be the type that enjoyed the glamour and attention from his ring, however, so Sinestro just rolled his eyes and watched Hal fawn over the people staring. Seeing more of human landscape didn’t impress him. The people lived cramped together, homelessness was rampant, and the air was thick with smog-although his ring’s data told him this was far from the worst it could get, which disturbed him somewhat. Earth seemed like such a cluttered, unorganized mess that Sinestro almost itched with the need to fix it. Control it like he had controlled Korugar, and then maybe the people of Earth wouldn’t be such simpletons. He could put Hal in charge, and let him deal with the petty human problems. It was all too soon before Hal brought him to a tall, unfriendly brick building. He didn’t want to be on ground level with these people. He could practically feel his skin crawling with their Earth diseases and bacteria. He wanted to wash his whole body after this encounter, and no matter how appealing Jordan’s request was, this planet was unclean and disgusting. He tried to keep in mind what Jordan had said when they were first getting to know each other, that he didn’t make a lot of money or have a career with very many frills, and had to live in a less than luxurious home. Even then, that was a little bit of an overstatement. As they ascended disgustingly moldy stairs to an apartment that couldn’t have been bigger than Sinestro’s office in Korugar City, he wondered how Hal dealt with his crippling poverty and inferiority. He decided not to ask, out of courtesy for his friend.
“Well, what do you think? Not much, I know, but I call it home. Come in the kitchen, it’s pretty clean, I’ll pour you something to drink. You guys aren’t allergic to alcohol, are you?” He chuckled, groping through his fridge for something Sinestro couldn’t see. His ring helpfully informed him that alcohol was not, in fact, lethal to Korugarians, nor was it’s affect on humans much different, if a little less potent due to advanced physiology. Sometimes Sinestro found the similarities in humanoid biology all across the universe somewhat eerie, but he also found it delightfully efficient, and organized. If there was a higher being, he was the kind of person Sinestro could respect and understand. Hal pulled out two bottles of dark amber liquid, which his ring helped him identify as beer. It smelled pleasant, at least, to the standards of Korugarian taste buds, which identified salt heavily. This human beverage smelled sweet and bitter at the same time, and when Sinestro took a drink it was like nothing he’d tasted before. That’s not to say it was disagreeable to his taste, quite the opposite. He nodded to Hal in approval, who smiled widely and took a long drink from his own bottle.
“Good stuff, right? It’s an American favourite,” Hal boasted, leaning back in his own chair, which creaked on his weight. Sinestro gingerly set down his bottle, folding his hands in his lap politely. The differences between the two men were staggering, really.
“This is something I don’t understand. Why do you have so many different territories and political borders on Earth? It’s positively barbaric by intergalactic standards!” Sinestro took another sip from his drink, this time longer, growing more accustomed to the warm sensation down the back of his throat as he drank. Hal considered Sinestro’s question for a moment, almost confused at it’s very nature.
“Huh. I never thought about that. You mean other planets don’t have countries? What about war, or language? What about people that speak other languages?”
“Civil War happens still, yes, but most conflict occurs between planets or galaxies. And most planets speak one language. That yours speaks more is unusual and confusing. How do you decide who is the representative of your planet most of the species can’t even understand him?” Sinestro kept his beer n his hand now, taking drinks every few minutes while he talked with Hal, whose response to Sinestro’s question was just a vague hand gesture and another drink from his beverage.
“It’s kind of hard to explain. We have translators and stuff… we don’t really worry about that. After all, most people don’t believe in aliens and extra-terrestrials. I didn’t either, until this ring came,” Hal explained, laughing off his ignorance and chugging the remainder of his drink, throwing it in the trash can and leaning back in his chair to grab another beer from the refrigerator.
“But how could you live in the kind of ignorance? Do you really think out of the entire vastness in the universe that other life is impossible?” Sinestro’s voice took on an incredulous tone-it wasn’t that he was trying to upset Hal; he just didn’t understand how a planet could be so idiotic.
“Well we’re pretty young, humans. I guess that’s the only answer I have for you, Sinestro,” he said with an air of finality, passing Sinestro another beer. Sinestro regarded it idly, not halfway done with his first yet.
“I have to ask, Jordan, what made you think I would be interested in this? What tipped you off?” Sinestro always assumed he kept his quirks well in-check; it was a matter of pride for him.
“Huh? Well…I don’t know, I guess I just thought you might like to learn what humans are like. How we live… well, how Americans live. It’s pretty unexciting, I know, but maybe you’d stop telling me how much we failed, evolution-wise, if I did.” Hal was somewhat confused by Sinestro’s question; Sinestro was somewhat confused by Hal’s answer. Sinestro began to get the idea that Hal wasn’t in the right state of mind, and thought that he might need to go soon. He glanced over at Hal, who was already halfway done with his /third/ beer (good God that man could drink, where the hell had the second drink gone?) and his eyes were starting to glaze a little. Hal’s hair fell in his face, and Sinestro damned that cowlick for keeping him in his place. Patience was the key here, he decided. He took a drink of his beverage and looked at Hal again, watching the way his movements were more jerky, less flowing and natural. He had to think about what he was doing, now.
“So what’s your planet like? I don’t even know what it’s /called/,” Hal complained, leaning across the table and propping his head up on his elbows. Sinestro sighed and took a longer drink from the bottle he was nursing, finally done with his first beer.
“Well. I come from a planet called Korugar. It’s in Sector 1417, and I’m in charge of my planet as well as the sector. There is virtually no crime in Sector 1417, and it runs very smoothly. Korugar itself is a very clean planet, and very peaceful. I’m proud of my people, and proud of their contributions, universally, to science and the arts. We are not the most important planet in the universe, by far, but we are certainly not uneducated and we have earned our spot on the maps.” Hal nodded, listening intently.
“Do you have a lady friend on Korugar?” Hal’s question made Sinestro give him a double-take, as if he needed to confirm the question.
“What an odd question. Why would I be here if I did? I’m not an dishonest man, Hal,” Sinestro answered, bewilderment clear in his voice. Never mind the fact that he did, which made him quite dishonest indeed.
“What?” Hal’s blunt answer left Sinestro with an odd feeling he tried to avoid-awkwardness.
“Jordan, I think you’ve had quite enough to drink,” Sinestro said quietly, voice level and calm as he slowly pulled Hal’s bottle away from him.
“Wait,” Hal blurted, pointing at Sinestro, “did you think I was gay or something?” Hal’s scrupulous pouting stare and messy hair made it hard for Sinestro to say no. And he’d already committed himself as an honest man, at least as far as Hal saw it. So he did what any totally sober Korugarian man worth his salt would have done in the situation and pulled Hal Jordan into a fierce kiss, much to his tipsy friend’s baffled interest. Even as it was happening Sinestro knew this was a bad idea-Hal was obviously not open to the idea, obviously not interested, obviously not in the right state of mind, and would /obviously/ see him differently afterwards. He was about to break the kiss when he felt Hal start to kiss back, pressing lips against lips and pulling him closer. After what seemed like a much longer stretch of time than it really was, Sinestro pulled away, Hal’s eyelashes still fluttering.
“I should go now,” he muttered, standing up.
“Stay,” Hal growled, grabbing Sinestro by the shoulder and pushing him back into a chair.
“You’ll regret it,” he argued, standing again and backing out of the kitchen. Hal rose from his own seat, quickly blocking the entrance and staring sternly at Sinestro.
“You stay right now or I’ll make sure someone hears about this who shouldn’t.” Hal’s voice was deadly serious, and Sinestro cursed the fact they’d already covered the way the Guardians thought of relations between Corps members. Not that he was against the thought of staying and entertaining company with Mr. Jordan, but he knew this was something he would want to forget in the future. Smiling, Hal moved out of the doorway, ducking out of the kitchen entirely. Sinestro followed grudgingly, not a fan of being led around. Then again, neither of them would. He found the bedroom easily enough, as it was the room with clothes littered about the floor, mess adding up thanks to Hal hastily undressing. He hadn’t even realized how long his ring had been off. Humans, Sinestro decided, were a particularly classless sort. He could get used to it, if it meant being able to enjoy a view like the one he had currently. Hal’s back was broad, but not overtly muscular, and the muscles rippled across it in a mesmerizing way. Sinestro wanted to reach out and trace each individual muscle, learn them all, but knew this was not the time. He watched Hal pull down already too-tight trousers and boxers, allowing himself to really enjoy the way Hal’s body looked. Skin was so thin; he could see the outlines of muscles, the formation of blood veins, even from a few feet away. Hal turned his head abruptly, pulling him out of his thoughts.
“It’s not a museum, you can touch too,” he joked, sitting on the bed with his elbows on his knees, head in his hands. Sinestro was not as comfortable taking his ring off, and instead just willed the suit from his body. The ring was a security blanket, of sorts, and he wasn’t going to lose it so quickly. He was more self-conscious about his body, but Hal didn’t seem to be self-conscious about staring at it. He sat behind Hal unceremoniously, eager to admire the craftsmanship on the human body. He hadn’t had many other interracial partners, not a fan of physical relations usually. He traced Hal’s spine, grinning when it elicited a shiver.
“Come on, man, this is the weirdest foreplay ever,” Hal complained. Sinestro grumbled something about impatient humans and moved in front of Hal again, looking for major differences in anatomy. Skin was the most obvious difference, and the thinness of the human skin fascinated him. His ring informed him with indifferent factuality that foreplay often involved stimulation of nonsexual parts of the body by usage of mouth and hands. Sinestro wasn’t used to this idea. Whatever happened to feeding curiosity? Nonetheless, he decided he could get a better feel of the human form through more personal discovery, and licked tentatively from Hal’s shoulder to his neck, curling his lip in disgust at the taste of human skin (far too salty). He bit down at the shoulder blade, drawing blood almost immediately. Hal gasped in surprise and pain, giving Sinestro an odd look of half-anger half-pleasure. Sinestro decided he liked that gasp Hal had given him earlier very much and tried to find other places he could touch that would give him that. Following Korugarian physiology, he tried the stomach, running the pads of his fingers from his chest to his navel, but Hal just squirmed a little, obviously losing more inhibition as time progressed. Sinestro tried the nipples next, a very sensitive spot for female Korugarians. Hal let out a low grumble when Sinestro brushed his thumb over the brown nub of flesh, and Sinestro smiled in amusement-it seemed useless to give human men such an odd erogenous area when they didn’t foster children at all.
“Keep doing that you sonuvabit-hhnnn,” Hal groaned as Sinestro took the liberty of licking Hal’s nipple, sacrificing taste for the pleasure of hearing Hal moan like that. It made Sinestro much more open to the idea of carnal relations with his own understudy. /Much/ more open indeed. Sinestro understood the mechanics of man on man relationships, having been in them beforehand, but didn’t think Hal, even at this point, was ready for that level of consummation. Instead, he sat up straight now, kissing Hal again and touching the tip of his erection with the pads of his fingertips, watching the way Hal squirmed, digging his fingers into the mattress.
“Oh god,” Hal groaned, and Sinestro couldn’t help but smile at his surrender. He swirled his fingers at the head of Hal’s manhood, teasing-he locked eyes with Hal and felt a heat in his groin at the dark arousal in Hal’s eyes. He sucked the blood off Hal’s shoulder as he began to slowly stroke Hal’s cock, moving closer and pressing his own warmth against Hal’s. He arched his back at the stimulation, and Sinestro pressed against him fully, stroking them both as he bit hard at Hal’s earlobe, listening to his near lyrical sighs of pain and pleasure, lapping up the blood with a sadistic smirk on his face. He pulled Hal into another kiss and began to rub them both faster, nibbling Hal’s lip, at first gentle, and then harder until he broke the skin there too, sucking it dry. He looked at Hal’s shoulder and saw that a bruise was beginning to bloom where he’d bitten him there as well. He felt the urge to put one where his precious Carol could see it, but instead saved that treat for another day, using his free hand to steady Hal, who kept throwing off his rhythm by thrusting his hips. He dug his hands into Hal’s hipbones, sharp and surprisingly boyish for a man of his stature, making sure Hal felt it as his nails pressed against his skin (so fragile, so human). He bit Hal’s throat, the tender skin under the neck where he could /really/ hear him moan, senses pushed into overload by Sinestro’s adept touch. He felt Hal’s skin warm and his muscles contract-it could even be called a spasm, it was so uncontrolled-as he came, a long, growling moan slipping from his lips at one last spark of pleasure. Sinestro followed soon after, spilling himself on his own hands and Hal’s stomach.
For a few minutes there was quiet in Hal’s room as the two men caught their breath and came back to reality. Neither of them moved immediately, Sinestro winding up nearly sitting in Hal’s lap. Hal’s breathing was somewhat heavy as he watched his ceiling. Sinestro eventually pulled himself from the sticky entanglement he’d created, feeling dirty and unclean and wrong all over.
“Need a towel or something?” Hal was the first one to speak. Sinestro nodded, looking at his hands, looking at Hal’s stomach. Should he apologize? Hal was blushing when he came back in, although if he had pointed it out, the man would have no doubt denied it. They cleaned themselves in silence, except for the occasional cough or shuffle. Sinestro willed his power suit back on, finally opening his mouth to speak.
“That was nothing to be ashamed of, you know, Jordan…” He hoped he wasn’t giving off the wrong impression again.
“Oh. OH. I know. Just not what I thought, you know. Figured I was a pretty…pretty straight guy. Guess that’s what aliens do to you, huh?” He chuckled awkwardly, and Sinestro just nodded.
“I’ll be back tomorrow to resume training.” His voice returned to its serious demeanor, and in less than two minutes he was out of sight, but certainly not out of mind for Hal.
At least, Sinestro thought as he returned to Korugar City, Hal was the kind of person he could trust.
Rating: NC-17 (GRAPHIC SEX HOW UNLIKE ME)
Pairing: Sinestro/Hal
Fandom: Green Lantern/DC
Word Count: 3,601
Warning: SEX and also I'm not in charge of DC and have no real control over these characters
Also I said "fuck italics" and just put /these/ next to stuff for emphasis. FUCK ITALICS.
He was rash, careless, arrogant and loud. He used his ring like it was much less of an honor and more of a birth right. Worse than that, Hal Jordan was from Earth, a backwater planet in sector 2814 that found life outside its own small dimensions unheard of; it was disgusting, to say the least. Yet, Sinestro found himself trusting Hal more and more, and with each passing day Hal became more adept at using his ring and began to trust Sinestro’s knowledge of the Green Lantern power. He was surprised to say that by the end of the second week, Sinestro could even call Hal a friend. Sinestro never stayed too long on Earth-a few hours to show Hal new techniques and teach him new skills, or reinforce restrictions and codes his ring had already introduced. The first few days were difficult, yes-Hal would often forget his ring or act rude and undisciplined-but as Sinestro earned his respect, Hal listened to his advice, keeping to his own path and ideas; for that, Sinestro was grateful. The Corps was weak, a pitiful reminder of halcyon days and unaware of its own overall worthlessness. Sinestro set itself out to rectify this travesty and resurrect the Green Lanterns as a feared and loved part of the universe’s grand mythos. He felt as if Hal would share his distress with the Corps; and when the time came, Hal Jordan would accept this fact and help him with his goal. Hal was a trustworthy friend and a good comrade to his cause. So he helped Hal prosper as a Lantern, not that Hal needed the boost…he was one of the most naturally talented Corpsmen Sinestro had seen in a long time-it was fitting for him to wear Abin Sur’s ring.
Sinestro could see his progress after the end of the second week. He wouldn’t have to stay much longer. Soon, Hal would be able to fight alongside the best of Lanterns, Sinestro included. The Earth’s singular sun was setting when Sinestro decided to leave that day-he had worked Hal a little harder each day, and today they had been training for quite some time; he wouldn’t disagree that the hours were long, but that was needed for Hal. Discipline was what he needed now, training and control.
“Hey, Sinestro?” Hal was already in casual clothes, quick to disable the power suit after training. Sinestro was less bold, respecting the power and image in the suit itself, not just the ring and lantern. Sinestro quirked an eyebrow at Hal, who could interpret this as a sign to go on (Sinestro, Hal learnt, was a man of not so many
words).
“You know, you never tell me about your planet. You always talk about how unimportant us humans are, but never tell me why your people are so much better, you know? So, I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll get some drinks, we can go back to my apartment, you can see what it’s like to live human, what do you say? Think of it as a…cultural experiment,” Hal said, shrugging. Sinestro’s eyebrows shot up in appraisal. Hal was certainly brazen, that much was certain. On Korugar, Sinestro thought, a request as personal as that wouldn’t come from a friend he’d only known for a short period of time, and especially not from a student to a mentor. Regardless, Hal Jordan was something of an exceptionally /brash/ person, even by Earth standards, he assumed. It wasn’t as if he had a problem with Jordan’s request, however. Quite the contrary, he was just Sinestro’s type.
“What a…surprising request. It’s interesting that you’d take the initiative here. I suppose humans are more advanced than I thought. To answer your question, I would be fine with staying a little longer. I don’t need to be anywhere else right away.” Sinestro smiled warmly at Hal, who returned it with gusto.
“Great,” Hal gushed, patting Sinestro on the back and shuffling around in his pockets for his car keys, “let me just get my keys and we can go.”
“Ah…that won’t be necessary. We could just fly? I have to say, the fact that your automobiles emit the toxins they do is nothing short of appalling to me. I wouldn’t want to contribute to the homicide of your own planet.” Sinestro’s tone was clipped. Sometimes dealing with humans was more difficult than even he had patience for. Hal just shrugged again and pulled his ring out of his pocket, slipping it on his third finger and changing automatically into his power suit. Sinestro, still dressed appropriately, waited for Hal to lead the way.
Hal was surprisingly open about being in populated areas with his ring on. He seemed to be the type that enjoyed the glamour and attention from his ring, however, so Sinestro just rolled his eyes and watched Hal fawn over the people staring. Seeing more of human landscape didn’t impress him. The people lived cramped together, homelessness was rampant, and the air was thick with smog-although his ring’s data told him this was far from the worst it could get, which disturbed him somewhat. Earth seemed like such a cluttered, unorganized mess that Sinestro almost itched with the need to fix it. Control it like he had controlled Korugar, and then maybe the people of Earth wouldn’t be such simpletons. He could put Hal in charge, and let him deal with the petty human problems. It was all too soon before Hal brought him to a tall, unfriendly brick building. He didn’t want to be on ground level with these people. He could practically feel his skin crawling with their Earth diseases and bacteria. He wanted to wash his whole body after this encounter, and no matter how appealing Jordan’s request was, this planet was unclean and disgusting. He tried to keep in mind what Jordan had said when they were first getting to know each other, that he didn’t make a lot of money or have a career with very many frills, and had to live in a less than luxurious home. Even then, that was a little bit of an overstatement. As they ascended disgustingly moldy stairs to an apartment that couldn’t have been bigger than Sinestro’s office in Korugar City, he wondered how Hal dealt with his crippling poverty and inferiority. He decided not to ask, out of courtesy for his friend.
“Well, what do you think? Not much, I know, but I call it home. Come in the kitchen, it’s pretty clean, I’ll pour you something to drink. You guys aren’t allergic to alcohol, are you?” He chuckled, groping through his fridge for something Sinestro couldn’t see. His ring helpfully informed him that alcohol was not, in fact, lethal to Korugarians, nor was it’s affect on humans much different, if a little less potent due to advanced physiology. Sometimes Sinestro found the similarities in humanoid biology all across the universe somewhat eerie, but he also found it delightfully efficient, and organized. If there was a higher being, he was the kind of person Sinestro could respect and understand. Hal pulled out two bottles of dark amber liquid, which his ring helped him identify as beer. It smelled pleasant, at least, to the standards of Korugarian taste buds, which identified salt heavily. This human beverage smelled sweet and bitter at the same time, and when Sinestro took a drink it was like nothing he’d tasted before. That’s not to say it was disagreeable to his taste, quite the opposite. He nodded to Hal in approval, who smiled widely and took a long drink from his own bottle.
“Good stuff, right? It’s an American favourite,” Hal boasted, leaning back in his own chair, which creaked on his weight. Sinestro gingerly set down his bottle, folding his hands in his lap politely. The differences between the two men were staggering, really.
“This is something I don’t understand. Why do you have so many different territories and political borders on Earth? It’s positively barbaric by intergalactic standards!” Sinestro took another sip from his drink, this time longer, growing more accustomed to the warm sensation down the back of his throat as he drank. Hal considered Sinestro’s question for a moment, almost confused at it’s very nature.
“Huh. I never thought about that. You mean other planets don’t have countries? What about war, or language? What about people that speak other languages?”
“Civil War happens still, yes, but most conflict occurs between planets or galaxies. And most planets speak one language. That yours speaks more is unusual and confusing. How do you decide who is the representative of your planet most of the species can’t even understand him?” Sinestro kept his beer n his hand now, taking drinks every few minutes while he talked with Hal, whose response to Sinestro’s question was just a vague hand gesture and another drink from his beverage.
“It’s kind of hard to explain. We have translators and stuff… we don’t really worry about that. After all, most people don’t believe in aliens and extra-terrestrials. I didn’t either, until this ring came,” Hal explained, laughing off his ignorance and chugging the remainder of his drink, throwing it in the trash can and leaning back in his chair to grab another beer from the refrigerator.
“But how could you live in the kind of ignorance? Do you really think out of the entire vastness in the universe that other life is impossible?” Sinestro’s voice took on an incredulous tone-it wasn’t that he was trying to upset Hal; he just didn’t understand how a planet could be so idiotic.
“Well we’re pretty young, humans. I guess that’s the only answer I have for you, Sinestro,” he said with an air of finality, passing Sinestro another beer. Sinestro regarded it idly, not halfway done with his first yet.
“I have to ask, Jordan, what made you think I would be interested in this? What tipped you off?” Sinestro always assumed he kept his quirks well in-check; it was a matter of pride for him.
“Huh? Well…I don’t know, I guess I just thought you might like to learn what humans are like. How we live… well, how Americans live. It’s pretty unexciting, I know, but maybe you’d stop telling me how much we failed, evolution-wise, if I did.” Hal was somewhat confused by Sinestro’s question; Sinestro was somewhat confused by Hal’s answer. Sinestro began to get the idea that Hal wasn’t in the right state of mind, and thought that he might need to go soon. He glanced over at Hal, who was already halfway done with his /third/ beer (good God that man could drink, where the hell had the second drink gone?) and his eyes were starting to glaze a little. Hal’s hair fell in his face, and Sinestro damned that cowlick for keeping him in his place. Patience was the key here, he decided. He took a drink of his beverage and looked at Hal again, watching the way his movements were more jerky, less flowing and natural. He had to think about what he was doing, now.
“So what’s your planet like? I don’t even know what it’s /called/,” Hal complained, leaning across the table and propping his head up on his elbows. Sinestro sighed and took a longer drink from the bottle he was nursing, finally done with his first beer.
“Well. I come from a planet called Korugar. It’s in Sector 1417, and I’m in charge of my planet as well as the sector. There is virtually no crime in Sector 1417, and it runs very smoothly. Korugar itself is a very clean planet, and very peaceful. I’m proud of my people, and proud of their contributions, universally, to science and the arts. We are not the most important planet in the universe, by far, but we are certainly not uneducated and we have earned our spot on the maps.” Hal nodded, listening intently.
“Do you have a lady friend on Korugar?” Hal’s question made Sinestro give him a double-take, as if he needed to confirm the question.
“What an odd question. Why would I be here if I did? I’m not an dishonest man, Hal,” Sinestro answered, bewilderment clear in his voice. Never mind the fact that he did, which made him quite dishonest indeed.
“What?” Hal’s blunt answer left Sinestro with an odd feeling he tried to avoid-awkwardness.
“Jordan, I think you’ve had quite enough to drink,” Sinestro said quietly, voice level and calm as he slowly pulled Hal’s bottle away from him.
“Wait,” Hal blurted, pointing at Sinestro, “did you think I was gay or something?” Hal’s scrupulous pouting stare and messy hair made it hard for Sinestro to say no. And he’d already committed himself as an honest man, at least as far as Hal saw it. So he did what any totally sober Korugarian man worth his salt would have done in the situation and pulled Hal Jordan into a fierce kiss, much to his tipsy friend’s baffled interest. Even as it was happening Sinestro knew this was a bad idea-Hal was obviously not open to the idea, obviously not interested, obviously not in the right state of mind, and would /obviously/ see him differently afterwards. He was about to break the kiss when he felt Hal start to kiss back, pressing lips against lips and pulling him closer. After what seemed like a much longer stretch of time than it really was, Sinestro pulled away, Hal’s eyelashes still fluttering.
“I should go now,” he muttered, standing up.
“Stay,” Hal growled, grabbing Sinestro by the shoulder and pushing him back into a chair.
“You’ll regret it,” he argued, standing again and backing out of the kitchen. Hal rose from his own seat, quickly blocking the entrance and staring sternly at Sinestro.
“You stay right now or I’ll make sure someone hears about this who shouldn’t.” Hal’s voice was deadly serious, and Sinestro cursed the fact they’d already covered the way the Guardians thought of relations between Corps members. Not that he was against the thought of staying and entertaining company with Mr. Jordan, but he knew this was something he would want to forget in the future. Smiling, Hal moved out of the doorway, ducking out of the kitchen entirely. Sinestro followed grudgingly, not a fan of being led around. Then again, neither of them would. He found the bedroom easily enough, as it was the room with clothes littered about the floor, mess adding up thanks to Hal hastily undressing. He hadn’t even realized how long his ring had been off. Humans, Sinestro decided, were a particularly classless sort. He could get used to it, if it meant being able to enjoy a view like the one he had currently. Hal’s back was broad, but not overtly muscular, and the muscles rippled across it in a mesmerizing way. Sinestro wanted to reach out and trace each individual muscle, learn them all, but knew this was not the time. He watched Hal pull down already too-tight trousers and boxers, allowing himself to really enjoy the way Hal’s body looked. Skin was so thin; he could see the outlines of muscles, the formation of blood veins, even from a few feet away. Hal turned his head abruptly, pulling him out of his thoughts.
“It’s not a museum, you can touch too,” he joked, sitting on the bed with his elbows on his knees, head in his hands. Sinestro was not as comfortable taking his ring off, and instead just willed the suit from his body. The ring was a security blanket, of sorts, and he wasn’t going to lose it so quickly. He was more self-conscious about his body, but Hal didn’t seem to be self-conscious about staring at it. He sat behind Hal unceremoniously, eager to admire the craftsmanship on the human body. He hadn’t had many other interracial partners, not a fan of physical relations usually. He traced Hal’s spine, grinning when it elicited a shiver.
“Come on, man, this is the weirdest foreplay ever,” Hal complained. Sinestro grumbled something about impatient humans and moved in front of Hal again, looking for major differences in anatomy. Skin was the most obvious difference, and the thinness of the human skin fascinated him. His ring informed him with indifferent factuality that foreplay often involved stimulation of nonsexual parts of the body by usage of mouth and hands. Sinestro wasn’t used to this idea. Whatever happened to feeding curiosity? Nonetheless, he decided he could get a better feel of the human form through more personal discovery, and licked tentatively from Hal’s shoulder to his neck, curling his lip in disgust at the taste of human skin (far too salty). He bit down at the shoulder blade, drawing blood almost immediately. Hal gasped in surprise and pain, giving Sinestro an odd look of half-anger half-pleasure. Sinestro decided he liked that gasp Hal had given him earlier very much and tried to find other places he could touch that would give him that. Following Korugarian physiology, he tried the stomach, running the pads of his fingers from his chest to his navel, but Hal just squirmed a little, obviously losing more inhibition as time progressed. Sinestro tried the nipples next, a very sensitive spot for female Korugarians. Hal let out a low grumble when Sinestro brushed his thumb over the brown nub of flesh, and Sinestro smiled in amusement-it seemed useless to give human men such an odd erogenous area when they didn’t foster children at all.
“Keep doing that you sonuvabit-hhnnn,” Hal groaned as Sinestro took the liberty of licking Hal’s nipple, sacrificing taste for the pleasure of hearing Hal moan like that. It made Sinestro much more open to the idea of carnal relations with his own understudy. /Much/ more open indeed. Sinestro understood the mechanics of man on man relationships, having been in them beforehand, but didn’t think Hal, even at this point, was ready for that level of consummation. Instead, he sat up straight now, kissing Hal again and touching the tip of his erection with the pads of his fingertips, watching the way Hal squirmed, digging his fingers into the mattress.
“Oh god,” Hal groaned, and Sinestro couldn’t help but smile at his surrender. He swirled his fingers at the head of Hal’s manhood, teasing-he locked eyes with Hal and felt a heat in his groin at the dark arousal in Hal’s eyes. He sucked the blood off Hal’s shoulder as he began to slowly stroke Hal’s cock, moving closer and pressing his own warmth against Hal’s. He arched his back at the stimulation, and Sinestro pressed against him fully, stroking them both as he bit hard at Hal’s earlobe, listening to his near lyrical sighs of pain and pleasure, lapping up the blood with a sadistic smirk on his face. He pulled Hal into another kiss and began to rub them both faster, nibbling Hal’s lip, at first gentle, and then harder until he broke the skin there too, sucking it dry. He looked at Hal’s shoulder and saw that a bruise was beginning to bloom where he’d bitten him there as well. He felt the urge to put one where his precious Carol could see it, but instead saved that treat for another day, using his free hand to steady Hal, who kept throwing off his rhythm by thrusting his hips. He dug his hands into Hal’s hipbones, sharp and surprisingly boyish for a man of his stature, making sure Hal felt it as his nails pressed against his skin (so fragile, so human). He bit Hal’s throat, the tender skin under the neck where he could /really/ hear him moan, senses pushed into overload by Sinestro’s adept touch. He felt Hal’s skin warm and his muscles contract-it could even be called a spasm, it was so uncontrolled-as he came, a long, growling moan slipping from his lips at one last spark of pleasure. Sinestro followed soon after, spilling himself on his own hands and Hal’s stomach.
For a few minutes there was quiet in Hal’s room as the two men caught their breath and came back to reality. Neither of them moved immediately, Sinestro winding up nearly sitting in Hal’s lap. Hal’s breathing was somewhat heavy as he watched his ceiling. Sinestro eventually pulled himself from the sticky entanglement he’d created, feeling dirty and unclean and wrong all over.
“Need a towel or something?” Hal was the first one to speak. Sinestro nodded, looking at his hands, looking at Hal’s stomach. Should he apologize? Hal was blushing when he came back in, although if he had pointed it out, the man would have no doubt denied it. They cleaned themselves in silence, except for the occasional cough or shuffle. Sinestro willed his power suit back on, finally opening his mouth to speak.
“That was nothing to be ashamed of, you know, Jordan…” He hoped he wasn’t giving off the wrong impression again.
“Oh. OH. I know. Just not what I thought, you know. Figured I was a pretty…pretty straight guy. Guess that’s what aliens do to you, huh?” He chuckled awkwardly, and Sinestro just nodded.
“I’ll be back tomorrow to resume training.” His voice returned to its serious demeanor, and in less than two minutes he was out of sight, but certainly not out of mind for Hal.
At least, Sinestro thought as he returned to Korugar City, Hal was the kind of person he could trust.