Title: Somewhere I Belong Chapter One
Fandom: X-men: First Class the movie
Pairing: Alex Summers/Armando Munoz, Alex Summers/Hank McCoy (more pairings in later chapters)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Alex Summers aka. Havok, left harsh and calculating from solitary confinement and the pressure of his uncontrollable powers, enjoyed his new found freedom from prison a lot more than was seen in the movie.
Spoilers: X-men: First Class the movie
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters and I'm not making any money from them, I just like playing with them.
Somewhere I Belong
Alex Summers was not unaware of the stir he'd caused on arriving at the "Division X" facility in which, he'd been told, they would be staying for a while. It was hardly a homely place but he didn't much care about where they were, it was a good chance from his cell.
The two girls instantly took notice when he walked in the room. The blonde one sat up straighter and began preening whilst the brunette seemed to cream her panties instantly. He smirked to himself at their ridiculous behaviour and turned his back on them, looking around the rest of the room with interest. There were two other boys in the room that were far more interesting to him.
First his eyes came to rest on the nearest guy: a pale, dorky looking kid who seemed to be in a battle with himself. If Alex had to guess he'd say the kid was torn between the polite urge to welcome the newcomer and an instinctive nervousness of him. The other was a tall black guy, who stood up and crossed the room with confidence and a warm smile, offering Alex his hand.
"Hey, Armando Muñoz,"
"Alex." He accepted the hand, his eyes sweeping downwards to take in the other guy "Alex Summers."
"Nice to meet you, if you want I'll show you to the sleeping quarters?" Armando offered, either unaware or unoffended by Alex quite openly checking him out.
He'd usually be a little more cautious, after all most guys just wouldn't stand for another guy scoping them, but after so long in solitary confinement Alex was too pent up with unspent lust to worry about hiding his admiring gaze. At least this way he knew Armando was a possibility for him.
"I'd like that," Alex agreed instantly as he swung his small bag over his shoulder before looking back at Erik and Charles and nodding to them in farewell. He then happily followed Armando out, watching his ass as he did so.
Alex sat out in the courtyard, enjoying a smoke as voices floated down to him from an open window. These voices belonged to the two girls and since they were talking about him, he didn't mind it so much. In fact, he found it pretty hilarious.
"That Alex is a total babe," He could hear one telling the other. Though he hadn't heard either speak before he suspected it was the Latina chick that Armando had referred to as 'Angel'. She had been unsubtly strutting about trying to get his attention ever since he'd arrived.
"He's not bad," Came the almost uninterested reply which made Alex frown. He may not be interested in these chicks but he certainly liked the idea of them wanting him, it gave his ego a much needed stroke.
"Not bad? Oh come on, he's a hottie!" Alex felt that Angel's reply was suitably outraged for him and his ego.
"Ok, ok, he's totally gorgeous," The other girl, he thought someone had called her Raven, giggled making Alex grin as he took another long drag. The warmth of the sun, the light wind on his skin and the nicotine in his veins felt damn good after his imprisonment.
Across the yard he could easily see Armando and the dork, apparently named Hank. He watched them with an almost predatory intensity as he tried to decide which one intrigued him more. Armando seemed friendly, a good ally to have and was certainly someone he clicked with nicely but then Hank seemed interesting too, though Alex hadn't yet decided why. He needed to watch him more, suss him out a little more.
"You know, I think I'm in for a chance with him." Angel's words suddenly reached his ears. "I mean he's just gotten out of prison, I bet he'd be grateful for even five minutes with me, you know?"
Alex chuckled as he flicked the butt of his cigarette away then stood and used his boot to grind it into the ground. No matter how long he'd been locked away, nothing could make him crave either of those girls, pretty as they were. It just wasn't in his DNA to want them.
He let himself drop onto a bench between Armando and Hank. Instantly, Hank jumped and recoiled as Alex's thigh brushed his. The blonde pretended not to notice as he looked around the courtyard, just as he pretended not to notice how Armando's thigh pressed back against his.
These small reactions gave Alex at least some information. If he was reading them right, Armando seemed to be more confident and would likely be more willing and possibly experienced. On the other hand, Hank would be a challenge, an amusing one, and likely utterly inexperienced.
Alex liked the prospect of seducing a shy, awkward probably-virgin just as much he he liked the prospect of being able to, hopefully, hop straight into bed with Armando and have some much needed hot sex with much less hard work or against. In theory at least.
He mulled over these thoughts with a smirk and quickly came to the conclusion that perhaps he didn't need to pick his prey. He'd spent so long in solitary confinement, surely he deserved more than one fuck buddy? It wasn't like there was anything else fun to do in this glorified government office block, after all.
That night Alex found he was rooming with Armando, an arrangement he certainly didn't mind. Since this facility never really anticipated housing anyone, let alone teenagers, the bedrooms had been made by converting disused offices. This meant the room barely fitted the two beds and a shared chest of drawers. Alex didn't really care about that either though; it was still roomier than his old cell and he could come and go as he pleased. Plus the limited space meant he had more of an excuse to invade the other guy's personal space.
When he noticed Armando stretching and yawning, he quietly slipped out of the lounge area to their bedroom. He was removing his shirt as Armando entered and tried to suppress a smug smile, pleased with his own timing. He threw the shirt down on to the bed and turned to face the other guy.
"You know, this place is pretty cool." He said as he sat on his bed, aware of the way Armando's eyes followed his chest as he moved.
"Yeah, it's great not being the only one anymore, you know? I always thought I was just some weird freak of nature."
"Maybe we are." Alex grinned and lay back, deliberately showing off and stretching out on his bed as Armando watched. "Incredibly sexy freaks of nature. The girls sure think so."
"They've been preening like peacocks ever since you arrived," Armando chuckled in agreement from beside his own bed which, because of the size of the room, meant he was practically standing over Alex already.
"It's not just for me," Alex commented, his eyes raked over the other mutant's body as he shed his own shirt, slowly his gaze moved back up to meet Armando's. "It's definitely good the be with my own kind."
Armando paused as though mulling over Alex's words before he slowly grinned at him. "Own kind?" He echoed, as though wanting clarification that Alex is indeed hitting on him. As if Alex wasn't being obvious as hell.
"Well yeah," The blonde slowly ran a hand over his own chest as he spoke, aware of Armando's gaze following it "After months in solitary it's great to be sharing a room with someone I can feel connected to, someone like-minded...if you catch my drift?"
"Yeah," The grin widened as the other boy took a few short steps towards Alex's bed, the size of the room meant he really didn't have far to go. "Yeah, I think I do."
In one fluid motion Alex sat up and turned himself to sit on the edge of his bed in front of Armando. His eyes locked with the other mutant's and desired flared up within him, stronger than before. He slowly dragged his tongue over his lips as his hands slid up the denim covered thighs of the other mutant. When he hands came to rest on Armando's hips, Alex leant in and pressed a kiss low on his stomach, tasting him for the first time.