fanficition cove

Originally written/posted: June 2011
Fandom: X-Men First Class
Pairing: Hank/Alex
Rating: G
Word Count: 600 words
Notes: This is so fluffy. I think. I also have not reread this one, sorry.

When Hank walks in on Alex and Sean wearing tinfoil hats, and talking about the process of reincarnation, he isn’t surprised. When Hank learns that they’re both completely sober, no recreational drug or drop of alcohol in their system, he isn’t surprised either. But when he finds out that that they’re wearing tinfoil hats to keep Charles out of their head, he tries not to giggle into his hand.

“You do know that it has to be a stronger metal in order to actually work, right?” He offers, and Sean looks up, confused, because he hadn’t even realized that he was there.

Alex just glares at him. “How do you know that?”

Hank shrugs, and walks further into the room, taking a seat next to Sean because he’s more likely to not punch him in his very valuable balls. He really does need them, even if he has no plans to reproduce — ‘they add sophistication’, Raven had once said to him; but she was drunk, so that really doesn’t amount to anything.

“Well, if you look at this from a logical standpoint, it just isn’t going to happen,” he starts. “The tinfoil isn’t even a strong enough metal to be able to be used to block out someones telepathic powers. You’d need something much stronger, probably something like steel or titanium.”

Sean looks utterly confused. “Excuse me, but what?”

Hank shrugs, and pushes up his glasses. “I mean, it’s obvious.” He says this slowly, because he knows that his mind works five times faster than the average human being, and he doesn’t want to give these boys whiplash, with tinfoil, because that would just be painful.

His glare gets even more potent, if possible. “Who even asked you anyways, Bozo?”

Hank smirks, slow and sure, because if there’s one thing that he’s confident in, it’s science and making other people feel inferior to his knowledge. “You did, actually.”

“Well, whatever, we were fine before you came along,” he says.

“Actually, I think his company is having a positive influence on us, Alex,” Sean says, grinning up at Hank. “I feel smarter already.”

“That’s because you have so much of your brain left to fill,” Alex grumbles.

Hank laughs. “Don’t get me wrong,” he says, throwing his hands up in defensively. “I find this quite endearing.”

Sean grins. “Told you he would Alex,” he replies.

The blonde boy throws a pillow at him. “Sean, shut up!”

“Excuse me, but what?”

Sean mumbles something incoherently into the pillow.

“Speak clearer.”

“IsaidAlexdidthistoimpressyoubecauseheknewthiswouldhappen.”

He blinks, and looks over at Alex who is watching them both sheepishly. “What did he say?”

He doesn’t speak for a while, simply stares at the spot behind Hank’s head, but luckily he’s a patient man. Years of working with various equations that took enough time to solve, and shuffling between classes at Harvard would teach someone that.

“He said, that you should leave,” he says finally.

He lets out a laugh at that. “C’mon Alex, we both know that’s a lie.”

Alex sighs. “He said that I did this to impress you because I knew that this would happen.”

He grins then, letting it spread across his face, slow and deliberate, and takes a few steps towards the younger boy. “Yeah?” He asks, not wanting this to be a joke, not wanting to put himself out there for the sake of getting hurt.

He nods. “Yeah,” he says, and there’s a hint of a smile curling at his lips.

“Come here,” he says, and pulls the shorter boy in by his wrist.

“Are you impressed?”

Hank laughs around an answer, but never gets to reply, because Alex’s lips are pressed to his. The kiss starts out slow, and slightly awkward, their teeth clashing a couple of times because they’ve never done this before. But it slowly turns into something less catastrophic, something more admirable, and there is tongue involved, domination being thrown around the court, and squeals that aren’t coming from them.

“You know, this is adorable and all, but I would really appreciate it if you kept it G rated while I’m in the room,” Sean says thoughtfully.

Alex smirks. “Oh, that’s right. You’re still underage, move along now,” he says, waving his hands in his face frantically.

“Ha. You’re hilarious, charming, really.”