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My Armor Owns Your Ashtray
The First Night: Warning! LEMON (zest)
After a long, hard day's work, Havoc found himself driving home with his newly found, living poster. They'd lightly chatted about life, the universe, and everything, and discovered that Al, having just gotten his body back two months ago, had taken a shot for just about every disease and minor ailment under the sun, from the common cold to tuberculosis.
"Well, they said just about anything could've killed me and that it was a miracle I'm still alive," Al concluded, rubbing his arm sorely.
"Better safe than sorry, kid," Havoc said, sending him a distracted smile as he tried to not hit a car going in the opposite direction. The fourth one, already.
Pulling up to the standard-issue military dorms, the two armed themselves with Al's luggage and proceeded to walk up the stairs. Honestly, could they have an elevator installed already?!
"Here, I'll take the couch and you can sleep in my room," Havoc said, flopping down on said piece of furniture and starting to undress, frowning slightly. Well, at least I'll live to see tomorrow if Hawkeye comes to check, she does have a spare set of keys, he thought.
"Er, okay, I-I'll just…" the boy stuttered, walking swiftly to the other room before Havoc could start on his pants, not noticing the grin plastered on Havoc's face.
Sometime during the deathly hours of the night, Al had found himself with a very heavy Havoc lying on top of him in nothing but his shorts. How long he had been there, he had no idea, but he was going to change that before he suffocated.
"Um, Havoc, sir?" he tried, poking the man in the shoulder.
"Yeah?"
"Could you, um…" Al said awkwardly, a little surprised that the other man was still awake.
"Mm, I think I'll sleep on it," Havoc said, smiling into the pillow.
"Could you…not?"
"On certain, special conditions," he muttered, wrapping his arms around the other blonde.
Dare I ask? Al thought, I mean, what's the worst that could happen? It's Havoc I'm talking about here. "Special conditions?"
"Well, your shirt buttons are a little painful, could you take it off?" he asked, rolling over so Al could do so, but just enough so that he wouldn't fall off the bed. After all, it was only meant for one person.
No harm there. After a couple hours, I suppose they'd start digging in, Al thought, removing his button down pajama shirt.
"Your pants aren't very comfortable, either," Havoc said, shifting his legs against Al's for better emphasis, This is almost too easy, Al. Please notice so we can have some real fun, he thought, hiding his face in the pillow to cover up the smile.
Straight as an arrow, Al, straight as an arrow. There's no way Havoc could be thinking what I think he probably is, Al thought, proceeding to remove his pants.
"Alright, now for your bottoms," Havoc said, not even trying to hide it this time, guiding his fingers along the younger man's side and down toward the nether regions.
"Ah, crap. I'm such an idiot," Al said, attempting to crawl out of the bed while trying his best to ignore the euphoric sensation in his body.
"Yes, yes you are, but you make for an incredibly adorable and innocent rape victim," Havoc purred, tracing his tongue along Al's jaw line.
"Fuck."
Which is exactly what they did.
Right, so, here's the next part. You have been forewarned from the title of this chapter and the summary, so no complaints about naughtiness! I know it seems rather rushed and, well, it's starting to look like that.
Note: It will most likely be edited in the future.