Disclaimer : I do not own X-MEN : First Class.
Alternate Universe, 2011 onwards. No mutant powers. :) Multiple and some vague pairings.
Thanks to Captaingeek as the awesome beta! xD
Hank quietly opened the door to his new dorm. He peek his head inside and with his large nerdy glasses covering his blue eyes, he inspected the room. Since it was an academy for chosen students with high profile family background and wealth, combined with high IQ, Hank felt a little bit intimated. He was here because of scholarship and he was the only student in the past ten years that managed to enter the academy through scholarship. Their passing examination was difficult and mind damaging.
Every dorm was in form of apartment. One apartment was shared between four students. Hank stepped inside the place, awed by the decoration and the arrangement of furniture. A television was placed between two huge audio speakers, white couches arranged neatly on top of brown carpet and the balcony was wide, showing off the scene of outside world from their level, the sixth floor. It was only the living room and Hank hadn't checked the kitchen and the bedrooms yet.
As Hank gaped at the scene, he realized he was not alone. There were sounds from the couch, the one with its back facing him and Hank gulped nervously. He opened his mouth to greet his dorm-mate – or mates perhaps? – but the next thing happened glued him hard on his ground.
A shirt was thrown away from the couch, followed by a small giggle and a deep groan. Kissing sounds were heard and another shirt was thrown away. It hit him on his head, it covered his hair but not his eyes as said blue eyes widened in recognition. A gasp echoed in the living room and a throaty moan of 'Erik…!' followed.
Hank stood still, face paled like corpse as his mind scrambled for an escape. He wanted to move, run or whatever before the other occupants of the room realized that he was there. He stumbled in panic, stepping back before he made his action but he accidentally hit the luggage behind him. It caused the bag to fall and became undone. His clothes and books spilled from it.
The sound surprised the two on the couch and Hank felt like dying when one of them raised his head and looked at him over the couch.
The man looked older than him – perhaps about two years older – and his eyes were the colour of icy blue. His hair was dark brown and he was surprisingly handsome. But his expression was the mixture of annoyance and hatred and his icy blue eyes glared at Hank for interrupting them.
Hank squeaked.
"Oh?" then another person revealed himself too. He sat down on the couch and, from the look of it, Hank knew he was the bottom one. His brown hair was disheveled and he looked younger than the first man. He turned to look at Hank and Hank gasped in surprise.
He had the bluest of blue eyes that Hank had ever seen, his lips were red from all those kissing he just did with his… partner and his cheeks were painted with blushes.
Hank could not stop himself from being aroused.
The older man seemed to realize it too and he growled. Hank gulped, encouraged himself to be still and pray for whatever God up there to help him escape the situation. The older man went to stand up, the younger one hastily left his position to pick up their shirts while Hank continued to stand there in vain.
He felt like a baboon in the zoo.
"I'm so sorry that you saw us like that! I am very sorry!" the second man rapidly apologized after shoving a shirt on the older man's face and putting his own back on. Hank realized that he had an attractive accent, perhaps he was an Englishman but then the other man shot another glare at him, stopping him from asking any further question.
"Uhh… it's fine, it's really is. I-I'm Hank, Hank McCoy, the new roommate." Hank forced an awkward grin upon his face and offered a hand. The blue eyed man smiled back, happily taking his hand into a shake.
"It's nice to meet you, Hank! I'm Charles and this is Erik!" he pointed at himself first before his finger moved to the direction of the taller man. Erik grunted, looking away without taking his offered hand next and Hank felt his stomach drop... painfully.
"Don't worry, Erik's always like that. He's a very shy person," Charles grinned, helping Hank to collect his stuff and Erik snorted at his remark. Hank bit his lip and decided to get his things back into his bag before something else happened.
"Erik is not our roommate but his room is just two doors away. Alex will return back from evening practice around six and Sebastian is away for a science trip. You'll meet them later, Sebastian perhaps in two more days but they are nice people." Charles smiled at him, his eyes sparkling in pure honesty and Hank smiled back at him.
They went to put his stuff in his room while Erik stayed on the same couch where Hank first found them. Hank rubbed the back of his neck nervously when they returned back to the living room. The man was watching his every move as if he was expecting Hank to do something bad before jumping to attack… and kill him. Brutally.
Or perhaps that was just his exaggerated imagination.
"And Hank, I hope you're okay with this… but…" Charles flushed as he gave him an awkward grin, titling his head slightly to one side, "Erik and I are boyfriends."
Hank 'oh'ed, unable to form any other better response after the introduction they had given to him. He nodded his head, all in while avoiding Erik's murderous glare that was screaming 'If you're a homophobe, shut up or I'll kick you out through the open windows'.
"Hank?" Charles called him, concern visible in his eyes and Hank nodded his head again.
"I'm fine with that, really." He smiled when Charles seemed to sigh in relief. Erik snorted again, looking away now. Hank suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at him, all he did from the first second they met until now was snorting and glaring.
What a wonderful way to start his first day in Xavier Academy.
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