Title: Kiss Me, Break Me, Love Me
Fandom: X-Men: First Class (movie verse) + some Iron Man (movie verse)
Pairing(s): HankRaven, HankAlex, slight ErikCharles, hints of TonyPepper and others
Genre: romance/drama/angst
Type: one-shot
Rating: R – NC-17
Other Notes: modern AU – no powers, from the livejournal 1st class kink meme
Disclaimer: Not mine. All mistakes are my own. I took some liberties with the characters, so shoot me. It's called fiction and creativity for a reason.
Summary: He was hopelessly in love with Hank and if being "the other guy" was the only way Alex could have him, even if it was for awhile, even if it was just a fallacy, then Alex would do what he could to keep his well-constructed fantasy.
From this prompt: Hank and Raven are married. Alex is his colleague at the office who he shags on the side. For whatever reasons he has, Hank has no intention of leaving Raven for Alex but he has no intention of stopping this "thing" he has with Alex either. Raven has no idea what's going on and Charles is the politically influential brother-in-law. Throw in as much angst as possible, bonus points for Scott being the disapproving yet supportive (in the sense of he does not like the emotionally destructive relationship Alex has gotten into, and not because he's homophobic) older brother. Ending up to writer anon. Surprise me.
I. Kiss Me
Your eyes are the brightest of all the colors
Boys Like Girls – Thunder
Alex Summers worked for Eisenhardt Enterprises. The company, owned by Erik Lehnsherr, was one of the leading corporations in clean energy after Stark Industries. Erik and Alex were more than just boss and subordinate; they were friends. And all of Erik's employees knew but none were stupid enough to accuse him of favoritism. Even if something did slip into the tabloids, Erik rarely cared about the gossip and the criticisms that came with being a well-known CEO in New York City.
He and Erik had known each other for a few years before Erik offered him a job at his company. Erik claimed that he was simply waiting for Alex to finish his Masters in geophysics, but Alex knew otherwise. The two men shared an affinity: they were both orphans with turbulent pasts, but they also rose up and refused to be beaten. "Stubborn mules" they had called themselves and Alex had to agree.
Granted, Alex still had his brothers while Erik was alone. Well, no longer alone. He had a company to run and a friend in Alex.
For three years, Alex dutifully researched, experimented, and recorded data for Eisenhardt. Then a new bioengineer was hired. He apparently used to teach bioengineering at NYU but wanted to focus more on research and application. On first impression, Henry McCoy was, well, nerdy and a bit awkward. But he was definitely a genius. He had graduated Harvard at sixteen and had a Ph.D. by twenty-one. Alex wouldn't be surprised if McCoy had multiple degrees.
Alex and McCoy had a relatively civil relationship. His mind was nowhere near the same level as McCoy's, but it didn't mean he couldn't understand the basic concepts McCoy would jabber on about. And Alex really didn't mind when McCoy ran his gob; it meant that McCoy was passionate about something, and if there was one thing that Alex admired in someone, it was passion. It didn't really matter what kind of passion it was, but if someone truly loved something and wasn't afraid to admit it, Alex appreciated the fact that they embraced themselves for who they were.
And, Alex would have to admit he liked watching McCoy in his excitement. His eyes lit up, he'd smile widely, and he'd gesticulate with his hands. Everything about McCoy was entrancing; bright blue eyes, a warm smile, a lean but muscular frame, high cheekbones, and dexterous hands. He wouldn't deny that McCoy was a gorgeous man.
But he had an equally gorgeous wife. She was charming, smart, snarky, and bold. He was a bit surprised at the contrast between McCoy and his wife. And resentful. She was everything Alex wasn't and his attraction to McCoy didn't help the underlying jealously he felt the few times he saw them together.
It didn't matter. It shouldn't matter. So he did his best to push it aside.
Several months after McCoy's arrival, Stark Industries and Eisenhardt Enterprises decided to throw a joint gala in celebration of a new breakthrough in clean energy. Alex was practically coerced to attend, even though he really hated large parties. Socialization just wasn't his thing. ("Neither is it mine," Erik had shot back and Alex had to begrudgingly agree.) And if Stark had anything to do with the planning, Alex wanted nothing to do with the potential (disastrous) outcome. But Erik and his personal assistant Emma, promised that they'd keep Stark in line. Alex highly doubted it.
It was a crisp night in early November and Alex fiddled with his cuffs and resisted the urge to tug at his collar and his tie. Saying that he was uncomfortable would have been a gross understatement. But he looked presentable and still managed to give an air of sophistication, despite the fact that he would really prefer to be in jeans and a t-shirt instead of a tuxedo.
"Alex," Erik waved him over to the refreshments table. The older man handed the blond a champagne flute, which Alex gladly accepted. "You clean up nicely."
"So do you," he shot back. It was the usual banter between them, the usual joke. Erik looked sharp and suave in his tailored tux and even Alex thought that he was very attractive. He had always thought Erik attractive, but they had both agreed from the beginning that they should remain strictly friends and their relationship was stronger because of it. "I hope your promise of keeping things civilized holds true."
"Pepper and Emma can handle Tony," Erik answered coolly. "I doubt he'd want both women on his tail for blowing something up."
Alex snorted, "If you put it that way, then I suppose my skepticism is unwarranted."
Erik smirked, "Indeed."
They both fell into mutual silence as Alex sipped his champagne and watched Stark's and Erik's employees mingle. Alex's gaze eventually fell on McCoy and his wife and his breath involuntarily hitched at the sight. McCoy looked absolutely delectable in a tux and damn his libido for noticing it, too. He felt Erik's eyes on him, but he stubbornly ignored it in favor of devouring Henry McCoy's beauty.
"That's just asking for trouble," Erik said knowingly. Of course Erik would figure it out that quickly; they'd known each other for years, after all.
"I know," he replied, his lips against the champagne flute. He emptied the glass in a large gulp. "Just because I'm attracted doesn't mean I'm in love."
"No, but it could lead to it."
Alex shot Erik a glare while picking up another flute. "I think you're attractive, you don't see me professing love and devotion to you."
A low chuckle, "And thank God for that."
"It'd take an incredibly patient and understanding man to handle you."
Erik didn't respond, and Alex didn't expect him to.
A few minutes passed in silence and Alex had polished off his second glass of champagne (being slightly tipsy at these events always helped him get through it in one piece) when Tony came up and wrapped a friendly arm around Erik's shoulders.
"Erik! Good idea, hanging around the booze. I take it you're enjoying yourself?"
He shrugged, "As long as you have nothing up your sleeve, Stark."
"Oooh, that burns! I'm completely innocent today. Pepper has thoroughly convinced Jarvis to keep an eye on me, too. I can't believe that she got my computer to spy on me!"
"I can believe it," Erik said, a small smirk on his lips.
"Touché, Lehnsherr. I have someone I'd like you to meet, actually, you'll love him, exactly your type." Stark smirked widely, "I'll be right back!" and he disappeared into the crowd just as quickly as he came.
Alex raised an intrigued eyebrow at his friend, "Since when has Stark started trying to set you up?"
"Probably since he and Pepper started tentatively dating." Erik gave him a wry look, "You know, first time he's ever had a steady relationship and he's finally seeing the benefits of monogamy. It's amusing, to say the least."
"I bet," said Alex, grinning.
When Stark came back, Alex was surprised to see McCoy and his wife trailing behind. Alex had to brutally stamp down a rush of desire, and the two and a half glasses of champagne wasn't helping.
"This is Charles Xavier, we went to MIT together. Absolutely brilliant, but refuses to work for my company." Stark mock pouted at the shorter man and he simply smiled indulgently.
"You know why, Tony. Not that I don't condone clean energy, but there are other things that are far more interesting to me," Xavier replied in a smooth English accent.
Xavier extended a hand for Erik and he took it calmly. "Erik Lehnsherr."
"Brilliant. Fantastic to finally meet you," Xavier beamed. "Hank here holds you in very high regard."
"McCoy?" They glanced at the man and he had a delicate blush across his cheeks, and Alex couldn't help but find it endearing. McCoy wasn't wearing his glasses, and it made his eyes shine brighter than Alex thought was possible.
"Charles is my brother," Raven cuts in, her hand resting delicately on her husband's arm. "And they geek out together practically every other day. It's exhausting." Though her words sounded harsh, she had a fond smile on her lips.
Alex tuned out of the conversation for a moment and vaguely wondered why McCoy decided to work for Erik instead of Stark. He had a connection with Stark Industries through his brother-in-law and yet he decided on Eisenhardt Enterprises.
"Well, since you already know McCoy, this is Alex Summers, a good friend and a fantastic geophysicist," Erik said, pulling him back and forcing him to socialize. Alex sent him a light glare and there was definitely a mischievous twinkle in his eye.
"Ah, yes, Alex," exclaimed Stark. "Erik has told me about you."
"Nothing bad, I hope," Alex said amicably, shaking Stark's hand.
"Oh, definitely everything bad," Tony joked, grinning. "I tried to convince Erik once to let me borrow you on one of my projects but he absolutely refused." He sighed theatrically, "Erik likes to keep the good ones to himself."
Alex smirked, "Yes, Erik can be quite possessive."
"And you'd know, eh?" Stark waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Alex fought the urge to roll his eyes; it wasn't the first time people thought that he and Erik were together. It was a pain to always have to explain otherwise, especially when there were rules about superiors dating subordinates, let alone the CEO of a corporation.
"We're just friends," he and Erik said together, as what usually happened when someone assumed.
Stark raised his hands in surrender. "All right, all right," he laughed. "I knew; just couldn't help teasing you two."
"Of course," Erik said dryly.
The whole time, Alex noticed, Xavier was eyeing Erik appreciatively with a constant smile on his lips. Maybe this time, Stark's hopeless matchmaking wouldn't be so hopeless after all.
He quietly excused himself while snatching another flute of champagne and giving Erik a significant look. Alex saw a nearly imperceptible lip twitch of amusement, which he interpreted as 'shut up and go away'.
Alex found himself half an hour later on the balcony looking over the main hall where most of the guests still mingled. He was already on his fifth glass of champagne and cursed Stark for having impeccable taste and never settling for anything but the best; they were too good to stop drinking and the slight light-headedness wasn't helping in his non-decision to cease and desist.
"Hey."
He blinked and looked over his shoulder; it was McCoy. "Hi."
"If Charles wasn't exaggerating his stories, I heard these events end somewhat spectacularly."
Alex snorted, "You could say that." He took a sip of his nearly empty flute. "The only reason I'm here is 'cause Erik promised that Stark wouldn't pull any of his stunts this time. I was highly skeptical." His gaze returned to the people downstairs, "Though it seems that this time Erik may really have everything in order."
"You call Mr. Lehnsherr by his first name?" he asked, eyes startled. Damn were his eyes were incredibly blue.
Alex shrugged, "I've known him for several years," he answered, avoiding giving exact details. He may be a bit drunk, but he almost always kept his head when intoxicated.
McCoy frowned, "As I understand it, Mr. Lehnsherr hired you right after graduate school." Alex nodded. "You've known him before then?" Another nod.
"If you dare say that that's favoritism, I swear I'll throw you off the balcony." And there was his lack of brain to mouth filter.
"No, no," McCoy waved away the accusation nervously. "I was just curious."
Alex eyed him for a long moment, relishing in the way McCoy squirmed uncomfortably. "You're all right, McCoy," he finally said.
"Uhm, thanks?"
He nodded, finishing the last of his champagne.
"How many glasses have you had?" McCoy deftly plucked the flute from Alex's fingers and he blinked in surprised confusion.
"Six, I think. I stopped counting after I left Erik with you and Xavier." He peered at McCoy closely. "Where's your wife?" he suddenly asked.
"Oh, she's with Charles." A small smile tugged at his lips and Alex really really wanted to kiss them. "She finds it amusing to thwart any suitor of his."
He scoffed, "She'll have a hell of a time with that. Erik is very goal oriented and stubborn as hell. I doubt she'll succeed, if the looks Xavier was giving Erik was any indication."
"You're still quite eloquent when you're drunk," McCoy remarked.
"Yeah, so?"
McCoy smiled, "It's refreshing."
Alex stared at him, confused. "You're not drinking," he said belatedly.
A laugh, which sent shivers down Alex's spine. "I've had a few, but I'm a mess when I drink. I'd prefer not to embarrass myself."
"Hmm." Alex continued to stare unabashedly; he could blame it on the alcohol, if asked. McCoy's tie was slightly skewed, but his suit was still impeccable. His hair was gelled to the right and his eyes were still too blue, no longer obscured by the thick lenses he usually wore. His lips were red and slightly moist and Alex couldn't tear his eyes away. He wondered how McCoy's lips would feel on his, on his skin, wrapped around his cock. He wondered how it would feel to have McCoy's large hands and slender fingers caress his body.
Alex could feel himself flushing, a low burn of arousal in his groin. Too bad McCoy was spoken for; Alex would've totally fucked him. Or let McCoy fuck him. Whatever. He wasn't picky. The man was too gorgeous. Did he even know how damn attractive he was?
"What?"
Shit, did he say that last part out loud? "Nothing," he mumbled. Pushing himself off the banister and only wobbling slightly. "I should go."
"You sure? Are you okay to drive?" His brows were furrowed in concern, or maybe it was confusion.
"I've done worse," he said curtly.
"I can take you home, it's not a problem."
"It's fine, really," he started to walk away but McCoy grabbed his arm in a surprisingly strong grip. Alex was startled and met McCoy's eyes.
"I insist."
The warmth of McCoy's hand seeped through his jacket and he stared for long moments at the fingers wrapped around his arm. He jerked away and turned, hiding his flush. "What about your wife and Xavier?" he asked, shoving his hands in his pockets
"Charles can take Raven home with my car. We came together, after all."
Alex's eyes narrowed, "Then how are you getting home?" McCoy shrugged. "I may be drunk, McCoy, but that doesn't make the slightest bit of sense. You're offering to drive me home with my car and letting your brother-in-law and wife drive home with your car, leaving yourself without transportation once you get back to my place." McCoy nodded. "For a genius you're pretty fucking stupid."
He frowned, "Why are you suddenly so antagonistic?"
"Why are you pushing?" he shot back. Alex sighed, massaging his temples. "Look, let me find Erik first, all right? I usually crash at his place if I need to because it's closer; he can hold his liquor like champ." And he strode away without waiting for an answer. "Unless he's gotten in Xavier's pants already," he muttered.
Finding Erik wasn't that difficult. As expected, he was chatting with Xavier and he looked more open and relaxed than Alex has ever seen him. Surprisingly, Erik offered his apartment to Alex and McCoy, as Raven had already driven the car home and Erik was driving Xavier.
Alex scowled at Erik. "You're doing this on purpose," he growled lowly, so only his friend could hear him. Erik gave him a look of innocence that Alex knew was bullshit. He dearly wished he could punch Erik's smug face, but even if he were a friend, it would look very bad from a corporate standpoint. An employee attacking his CEO? No fucking way.
Instead, Alex gave the dirtiest look he could muster that clearly stated I hate you so much that even Xavier flinched. He snatched the keys in Erik's hand and stomped away, making his mood quite clear. Alex was going to give Erik as much hell as he could for this.
McCoy was outside, leaning calmly on one the banisters of the staircase. His tie was undone and the top three buttons of his shirt hung open. Alex could see the sharp angle of McCoy's collarbone and growled lowly, hating Erik even more. McCoy turned when Alex came up next to him and offered him a small smile. Alex didn't return it. "We're crashing at Erik's," he stated simply. "I'll go get the car."
Alex found the valet easily and gave him his ticket. It didn't take long for them to drive his car up to the cul-de-sac and Alex got into the passenger seat after tipping the driver. McCoy hurried after him and closed the door before buckling up and adjusting the seat.
"Turn right when you get to the driveway," said Alex, slouching back into his chair. He saw McCoy nod out of the corner of his eye, and they were off. Alex continued to give him directions, and his bad mood lightened to a simmer.
McCoy parked the car effortlessly and Alex silently led the way to Erik's penthouse. He fumbled a little with the keys and cursed under his breath. Alex finally managed to open the door and he immediately threw the keys onto the closest counter and started to undo his cuffs then loosened his tie and undoing the first few buttons of his shirt. "You can take the guest bedroom, I'll sleep out here."
"What?"
Alex huffed, "As close Erik and I are, we do not sleep in the same bed. He has this thing about sharing his bed, don't ask me what or why." He frowned, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it on the back of the sofa. "His room is off-limits, even to me, unless he says otherwise. So you take the guest bedroom and I'll sleep on the sofa."
"Can't we share the bed?"
Alex turned to stare at him, incredulous. "Are you serious?" It's not that he didn't want to. No, he really did, but he also really couldn't. The man was married, damnit, and as far as he knew, straight.
McCoy shrugged, "It'd be more comfortable, wouldn't it?"
"I've slept in far worse situations, bozo." The name slipped out before he could stop himself and he winced internally.
"I don't mind." Whether it was about the name or about sharing the bed, Alex wasn't completely sure. He peered closely at McCoy, trying to figure out what the hell he was thinking.
"No," he finally said, turning away and untucking his shirt. He fumbled with his buttons and cursed silently when his fingers refused to cooperate. A light touch on his hand startled him out of his daze. What startled him even more was the feel of soft lips against his and Alex's eyes widened in shock.
As much as he wanted to lean into the kiss, he still had enough sense in his alcohol infused brain to break the kiss and blurt, "What the hell?"
"Alex," McCoy whispered, and his smooth voice sent shivers of arousal through his body. He leaned in again for another light kiss and Alex didn't pull away, but he still didn't return it.
"I thought you weren't drunk."
"I'm not." Alex gave him a narrow eyed look. "Maybe a little," he amended. "I had another while I was waiting for you."
"Fucking hell, and I let you drive?"
"Hey, we got here fine, didn't we?"
"That's not the point." His breath hitched when McCoy ran a hand up his back, and he groaned softly when he trailed his nails back down. McCoy pulled him in and captured his lips, and Alex tentatively kissed back. "You're married," he said weakly, his resolve quickly deteriorating.
"I know," he answered.
"Then why – ?" He moaned when McCoy pressed their crotches firmly together and rolled his hips. "Fuck," he whispered. McCoy was busy undoing Alex's shirt buttons with one hand while his mouth was licking and sucking down his throat.
"Do you usually cheat on your wife with other men?" he managed, his voice breathy.
"No," McCoy answered.
"Then what the hell are you doing?"
"I like you, Alex. You're fascinating."
Alex frowned, unsure if that was a compliment or a veiled insult. He didn't ponder long, and he let out a low moan when McCoy tweaked one of his nipples. Alex couldn't think straight, and he could barely wonder what the hell is going on? How did this happen? Because he was horny, damnit, and McCoy seemed more than willing, and those hands, those lips –
"Fuck it," he growled, and he pulled McCoy's head up and crushed their lips together. Alex was by no means virtuous, but he wasn't a home wrecker, either. But if McCoy had no qualms about cheating on his wife – with a man, no less – then he wasn't going to judge. He's done far worse in the past and it'd be hypocritical of him if he did. No one was going to find out, and this wasn't going to happen again.
He walked them towards the general area of the guest bedroom's door, his hands fisted in McCoy's shirt. McCoy's back met the doorjamb roughly and he grunted softly, but Alex was fumbling for the handle with one hand while trying to undo McCoy's buttons with the other.
They tumbled into the room, barely keeping their balance, and Alex tugged the shirt over McCoy's head and practically tackled him onto the bed. If he had the opportunity, even if it was this once, damn him if he wasn't going to take full advantage.
Alex propped himself up on his hands and knees to get a good look at McCoy. He was all lean muscle, just as he had thought. Flat stomach, well defined arms, a strong chest. A low growl rumbled in the back of his throat in appreciation.
"Did you just purr?" McCoy asked, amused.
Alex glared, "Shut up." He sealed McCoy's lips with a fierce kiss, which the brunet gladly returned. Shifting, he lowered his body so he was flush against McCoy's. They both groaned into the kiss when their arousals met, and they ground their hips together in response. Alex nipped and licked down McCoy's neck, careful even in his lust-filled daze to not leave any marks. Alex started to sit back on his heels and McCoy made a quiet noise of dissent at the lost of friction between them.
"Alex," McCoy moaned, as the blond continued past his collarbone and capturing a pert nipple gently in his teeth. "God." McCoy's hips bucked up and Alex couldn't help but smirk.
"Hey," Alex said quietly, sitting back and looking down at McCoy. The brunet met his gaze, and Alex didn't think he'd ever get enough of those eyes. "Condoms?"
McCoy flushed lightly and shook his head. Alex sighed; that was unfortunate, but it wasn't the end of the world. "No penetration, then," he said frankly, as he tantalizingly undid McCoy's belt.
"I guess not," he replied breathily.
Alex smirked, "Are you clean?" He popped the button, pulled down the zipper and roughly palmed McCoy's erection.
He groaned loudly, head thrown back, neck exposed, and Alex thought it was the most beautiful fucking thing he's ever seen. "Yes," McCoy managed to choke out.
"Good," Alex murmured, before he pulled down McCoy's pants and boxers over his hips and dove down to nip at the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. He ran his tongue up towards McCoy's arousal, relishing in the hitch of breath, then he placed open mouthed kisses across his scrotum, gently pulling at the loose skin between his lips.
Alex felt fingers thread through his hair, start to clench and massage his scalp. He let out a little hum in approval and laved his tongue up McCoy's shaft, lingering on the vein. Breathing lightly on the head, he heard a soft moan, the fingers in his hair pushing him down gently. He lapped up the precum and teased at the head, never quite engulfing McCoy in his mouth.
When the brunet growled and tugged hard at his hair, Alex finally decided to acquiesce and swallowed him whole, relaxing his throat and taking in as much as he could.
"Oh God," McCoy moaned, his back arching. Alex rolled his tongue around the shaft and started to suck, pumping the base of McCoy's shaft with his hand. He fumbled with his other hand to undo his own belt buckle and groaned around McCoy when he fisted himself, pleasure shooting up his spine. Alex bobbed his head in rhythm with his strokes, keeping it steady.
The brunet's breaths were coming in short, harsh gasps and Alex felt McCoy's cock pulse in his mouth. He increased his speed and McCoy's grip on his hair tightened to the point of pain.
"I'm gonna –"
Alex let go of his own arousal and instead rolled McCoy's balls in his hand, then pressed strongly at his perineum. McCoy came with a shout, his hands clenching the bed sheets and Alex's hair. Alex didn't let him go until McCoy was completely spent, swallowing his cum and swirling his tongue around the head.
"You swallowed," McCoy said breathlessly, his eyes shining in surprise.
Alex swiped the back of his hand across his lips and sat back on his haunches. "Yeah?" he said defiantly. And he had just enough sense to bite back the your wife doesn't? because if McCoy's expression was anything to go by, his wife didn't do it often if ever.
McCoy propped himself up on his elbows, eying Alex intently, hair mussed and a light flush across his cheeks. God, he looks amazing. "Shall I return the favor?"
Alex followed McCoy's gaze and had to stifle a groan at the thought of McCoy's lips around his cock. Instead, he shrugged nonchalantly and said, "If you want." And his hand wandered back to his erection and he let his head fall back with a moan.
"I do," was all Alex heard before he felt soft lips on his neck. A shuddering breath, and McCoy gently tugged Alex's pants lower down his hips as McCoy continued to trail kisses down to his collarbone. He swatted Alex's hand away and replaced it with his own, stroking strongly. Alex hissed and clenched the sheets tightly.
"McCoy," he growled, tugging the nape of the brunet's neck.
He smirked and without warning, dove down to nuzzle at Alex's crotch. Alex gasped in surprise and a hand flew to twist in the brunet's hair. McCoy didn't tease; his lips wrapped around Alex's cock and sucked.
"Fucking hell," he moaned. McCoy hummed in response, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body, and Alex fisted the dark hair harshly. His imagination didn't do McCoy's mouth justice. Much too soon, he felt the pressure building and his muscles tensing for release. "Shit. Shit, McCoy, I'm close."
In response, McCoy sucked harder, moved faster. Alex desperately tried to hang on a little longer, but he was already clinging precariously on the edge. When he felt a finger circle his hole and push in delicately, he lost control and came explosively.
He hunched over McCoy, his forehead resting on the brunet's back, panting heavily. Alex flinched when McCoy released him and forced himself to straighten so McCoy could sit up. McCoy leaned in for a languid kiss, which Alex returned tiredly.
"You're pretty good for a straight, married man," he said, as McCoy lay down on the bed, pulling Alex with him.
"'M not straight," McCoy murmured, settling into the pillows and blankets.
Alex furrowed his brow in confusion, his brain unable to process the words completely. "What?"
McCoy tugged Alex closer and kissed the crook of his neck. "Go to sleep," he mumbled, avoiding answering. He rested his cheek on Alex's shoulder, an arm slung loosely around the blond's waist. And Alex knew that he wasn't going to get further explanation, and in the back of his mind he didn't want to know. So he fell asleep, McCoy nestled next to him, content.
When Alex woke up, McCoy was gone.
AN: Reviews and comments are love. :)