#xmenhavok

[starshipsofstarlord]

Marks of Love | Alex Summers

Summary; the morning after in Alex is peaceful, that is until you leave his room. Then, it’s pretty obvious what the pair of you had been up to.

Warnings; smut, hickeys, swearing, cheesy Alex, mention of virginity loss, swearing, Kurt being an innocent boi

Alex groaned as he forced himself up and out of the bed, he scratched his blonde head, groaning lightly as sun broke through his curtains. “Shit.” He spoke to himself, looking at the time.

He was late. And so were you, considering the fact that you were still in his room, and naked underneath his sheets.

It was against the rules in the X Mansion, for girls and boys to be in one another’s rooms. There was so much freedom in Charles’ open home, everyone was allowed to be their true self.

However, you were all still kids and teenagers. It was something Charles had put in place, but it made Alex feel better, knowing that many others did not abide by it all the time either.

“Last night was amazing.” You stretched your arms out, your voice inclined Alex to look over at you, and clamber back onto his mattress.

“It was.” He spoke, getting pulled back into the amorous serenity, and leaning down to intertwine your lips. “I’m so happy we bit the bullet.” He bit his own lip, his blue eyes gazing into your y/e/c eyes.

“Must have felt good then.” You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, laughing as he nodded, blushing from the mention of your involvement.

“People say first times are clumsy and messy, but ours... it was perfect.” He smiled, his worry for his lateness to class disappearing.

“Yeah, it certainly was.” He kissed your neck, sucking on the skin and stroking his tongue against it. “Al.”

“I love you.” He mumbled against your flesh, situating himself to lie atop of you, dressed in nothing more than his boxer shorts. As his lips began to move more vigorously, so did his hips, tutting against you with the layering of his duvet between.

“I love you more.” You lulled your head back into the cushion, which smelled just like him, and as he pulled the covers back, leaving you exposed, he removed his boxers, so that he too was dressed in nothing but his own skin.

“You’re so fucking hot.” He mumbled, groaning as there was a harsh knock at the door. “Give me a minute.” As he stood, he pulled on his underwear, wearing just that as he went to the door and opened it just enough so that he could peek outside.

“Dude, why aren’t you in class? We had a test.” Sean reprimanded him, and Havok could only roll his sapphire eyes.

“A test is the last thing that I care about.” And it was currently, he had just gotten laid, but he would not tell his best friend. Sean already figured that Alex and you had already done the deed, from the PDA, it was what a lot of people took from the public interaction.

“Okay.” He shrugged, causing Sean’s gaze to travel down, and he felt a feeling swell in his stomach. Banshee couldn’t hold it for long, he burst out laughing, earning a frown from his friend.

“Nice neck.” The redhead pointed out the dark blotches scattered against Alex’s neck, he no doubted that yours was the same. Alex huffed, his attitude showing well as he clenched his jaw, and rested his arm firmly against the door. “If Scott knew the things that you were doing...”

“I’m not taking a bribe to keep your mouth shut, if my brother’s told, he’s told, simple as.” With that, he shut the door in Sean’s face, rubbing over his own with his palms as he began to return to you.

“Fuck, I studied hours for that test.” You whined, covering your head with a pillow, of which Alex was fast to remove. “I was gonna get all the answers right as well, Jubilee dragged me to the library and we went ham for hours.”

“Talking about going ham for hours.” He wiggled his eyebrows, causing you to snort at his efforts. But nevertheless, you allowed him to continue his intentions, breathing in the smell of sex that had glued to his skin as he leaned over, reaching for one of the drawers of his bedside table, and rifling blindlessly through for a condom.

He plucked it up with his fingers once he had located it, sitting back on his knees as he toyed with the packaging. For the bad boy of the school, your boyfriend sure did know how to be adorable. Instead of wearing his usual smirk, his eyes were squinted, as he tried to open the package.

“Give it here.” You extended your hand, opening the wrapper almost instantly after you had received the foil dressed protection. Alex took it back, holding onto his base as he rolled the condom onto his cock.

The sight of him handling himself had you biting your lip, a hunger growing in your chest. You leant back, waiting for him to clamber over top of you, which he did, as he began to position his tip at your entrance.

“You good?” He asked, placing one of his arms beside your head, enclosing you between him and the luxurious mattress. To answer his question, you jutted your hips towards him, gripping his shoulders, and so, he began to push into you.

Alex remained slow in his pace, stopping for a moment so that you could adjust to his size, only beginning to thrust when he knew that he wouldn’t hurt you.

“Oh my.” It felt better than last time, perhaps it was because you had grown and stretched to accommodate him once before. But nevertheless, as your eyes fluttered closed from the pleasure, Alex quickened his administration, cussing himself because of the pleasure.

The two of you had done things before last night, but it was different going all the way. There was something so sensual about having him inside of you, it was as though it connected your souls, or perhaps it just felt that way because of the hormones.

You moved your legs, lodging them either side of your boyfriend’s hips, pulling him closer and deeper. It reviled a groan from his throat, increasing the pleasure for both him and yourself. “Fuck.” He hissed, feeling himself begin to get close, and so he snuck his hand down and past your abdomen, and rubbed your clit.

“I’m cumming.” You informed him in your state of bliss. He too felt near to bursting, he doubted that he could ever feel better, but he could definitely feel predominantly worse.

“Nice neck.” Peter spoke to you, and it only drew the attention of your friends as well. Jean stifled her laughter as she heard your thoughts on how you could kill that fast running bastard, but Kurt was confused.

“Vhat iz it?” He asked curiously, tilting his head as he tried to study the strange marks. They were nothing like the religious symbols that he had crafted into his skin, there was no definition to the. They looked like bruises, and as Alex and Sean walked over, Banshee advocated himself to answer.

“They’re marks of love.” Alex kicked him, causing him to trip. Scott shook his head at his older brother’s behaviour, not surprised even a little by it.

“Just shut up.” Alex sighed, sitting on the grass beside you, and wrapping his arm around you.

“You also have them.” Kurt realised, looking at Storm for answers. Surely she would know, or at least tell him, no one was being specific enough.

“They’re called hickeys.” She sighed. “And it’s what two people give each other when they really really like each other.”

“And I’m going to guess that is why neither of you were in class this morning.” Scott spoke, his expression half unreadable due to the ruby quartz glasses, however, the image of him pretending to puke was far too visible.

“You are correct.” 

“Stay out of my head Jean.” You shook your head at her impulse to do so, it couldn’t be helped, you knew that, but sometimes, you liked some privacy.

“Well... Charles is gonna have a field day giving the pair of you the talk.” Peter said, and it was clear that he had endured that experience far too many times.

[rhamilart]

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[starshipsofstarlord]

Prompt #1 - Alex Summers

Prompt - Person B and A eating spaghetti like lady and tramp did in that animated film

Everyone ate around the table. It felt empty, it was absent of Erik, Raven and Moira. Erik and Raven had departed, choosing to stand against those without the X Gene, and also you for not doing so. Charles had mentally manipulated Moira to forget being a part of the team, letting her leave with heartbreak in his blue eyes.

It had taken a toll on everyone, for instance, Hank barely looked anyone in the eye, focusing on his food, although not eating it. Raven had tried to teach him to love who and what he was, and who he could be. That was not how he had taken it though, he thought a physical mutation was something to be ashamed of. And now he sat there, blue and furry, a tad insecure around those who he called friends.

Sean was always trying to lighten the mood, although it made the lot of you remember when you laughed that there used to be more people amused by his heartfelt antics. A part of him was giving up, slowly decreasing from trying to bring smiles upon faces. It only brought back memories, which pained him. He had a love hate relationship with Erik, for laughs of course, and now every time he flew he thought of the metal bender.

It was strange to see the Professor in a wheel chair, and definitely something to get used to. And that was a prominent reminder that you were no longer a team, it had been split down the middle, in the same way his ability to walk had been. The fault wasn’t entirely Erik’s, he hadn’t meant to harm the owner of the mansion, he had only tried to deflect the bullets. But he still paralysed him from the waist down.

Alex was seated outside, eating on the porch. He had become more distance than he had already been. Instead of making remarks and calling people bozos, he opted for silence, not being able to help reminiscing in the betray. He thought everyone else, you especially would leave and join the rebellion. If you did, he couldn’t bare being too attached when it eventually happened.

No one uttered anything as you stood from the table. They knew where you were going. Alex needed a friend, and so did you.

“It’s warmer inside.” You told him, closing the door behind you, showing you had no intention of going back. It was cold, a little at least, and you hugged your arms, hoping that would bring some heat upon them.

“Is it?” Havok feigned interest, returning to eat his spaghetti, wishing the silence would envelop him.

It had no mood setting intention, but it was getting dark, so you lit the scattered candles, sitting beside him. He didn’t move closer or further away, therefore being a promising reaction.

“They were my friends too, I know how you’re feeling.” You earnt a small smile, before he handed you a fork. He was aware you had been eating less since their departure, and had predicted that you would eventually join him.

Alex didn’t need to say anything, he just nudged the bowl closer to you. There were no chefs, or any sort of staff in Charles’ home, so you had made the dinner the team was eating. From the looks of it, Alex was a fan.

You took a few strands between the arms of your fork, putting them in your mouth, before you realised they were attached to the same piece that was slipping through Alex’s mouth. Preparing to bite, Alex only came closer, putting both of your forks down and holding gently onto your jaw.

Your lips touched before you could pull away, and you realised you didn’t want to. The kiss wasn’t long, just long enough to exchange comfort before you put space between your lips and laughed.

“That was so cheesy.” He nodded in reply, joining in the laughing. And then he turned all serious again.

“Don’t leave me.” You had no intention of doing such a thing.

[rhamilart]

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