A/N: Hello there, thank you for reading this far! To my watchers, I'm sorry for this update being later than usual, I've had a lot of lab work and I sleep over in the building, so I'll probably only be updating on weekends from now on. Hope you enjoy this chapter, it's longer than the others!
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It had been about a week since Hank had started work on Alex's room, and it was yet to be completed meaning that Alex spent most of his spare time in the evening watching TV in one of the living rooms with the younger students. The only advantage of this seemed to be that he age gave him the authority to kick other people off of the couch. Barely paying attention to the television, which was currently displaying a weather forecast for tomorrow, Alex noticed Sean out of the corner of his eye. The red-head was leaning against the door-frame, he was wearing pyjamas that seemed to smother his lanky frame and his hair was tousled (more so than usual) and wet.
"Shower?" Alex asked, which Sean seemed to take as an invitation to flop down onto the sofa and push his head into Alex's lap.
"Training. Hank just had to test whether a massive fucking storm would affect my flying. He's getting revenge, I swear!" Sean ranted, tossing and turning slightly the reach the position of optimal comfort.
"He is pretty pissed at you still; did he say when he'd have the room finished?" Alex replied, tangling his fingers in the ginger hair spooled across his legs and the red-head a miniature head rub with his thumb.
"He should be pissed at you! It was your fault," Sean exclaimed, gaining himself a few glances from the pupils gathered around the TV who seemed to find the current discussion more interesting than that day's news report. "And I'm pretty sure the fact that our room-"
"My room," Alex corrected.
"Like anybody thinks I sleep in my own room anymore. As I was saying, he's delaying sound-proofing our room as some sick kind of vengeance so that we can't-" Sean paused, noticing the badly disguised eavesdropping of the teenagers in front of the TV. Instead he finished the sentence with a hand gesture, grinning at the giggles he received in response.
"They're not blind, Sean," Alex sighed, flicking the red-head's forehead.
Just as the room was being filled once more with an amiable hush pervaded only by the droning of the television, the door opened. Alex frowned at the sight of Beast, he was never usually down here at this time. Actually, he never seemed to come into the living rooms at all.
"Alex, Sean. I just got the materials I'll need for the -ahem- maintenance in your bedroom. It should be done in about a fortnight," Hank said, his inner plot only revealed through a vaguely smug look in his eyes, "Until then you need to keep to the agreement."
Sean shot up from his lying position. "Two weeks! You've got to be fucking joking if you think I'm waiting two weeks!" he practically screamed. Alex grimaced, the agreement with Hank had been that until the room was sound-proof there would be no more late night screaming. He had innocently agreed to this little condition without Sean's knowledge when he was under the impression that it would be completed by now. Sean hadn't seemed to mind too much, apart from being convinced that Hank would find a way to use this against them.
Alex was dreading the next fortnight. He knew Sean, and he knew that no matter the consequences Sean would not want to bend to Hank's rules. Essentially, Alex knew he was in for fourteen days of gradually more frequent seduction tactics from his boyfriend. Pleasing as this may usually be, he was also intent on keeping to Hank's conditions to avoid any repercussions. Meaning that he would have to deny Sean what he wanted. Meaning that he would be dealing with a horny, pissed and oh-so-irresistible red-head. Alex groaned.
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For the next week and a half the pair had been relocated to Sean's bedroom. Hank had originally offered for them to stay in their old room and just go outside while he was working, but then he had decided against it when he had to forcibly remove the red-head from bed every morning. Plus Sean kept bursting into the room and screaming to give it a 'surprise inspection', so now they were both banned.
Currently, Sean was sprawled across the bed with his calves making swirling patterns in the air as he reluctantly read a book titled 'The History of Sonar and It's Uses Today' which the professor had insisted would be useful to him. Alex agreed, but apparently Sean didn't as the ginger hadn't turned the page in about ten minutes. The blonde was propped up against the pillows, splitting his time between watching his boyfriend's endeavours and despairing over the state that the room was in. Noting the abundance of clothes loosely scattered around the general area of where the laundry hamper was situated and the drawers which all seemed to be crammed full of clothes despite the fact that there were so many on the floor, Alex decided to turn his attention to the red-head.
Sean had by now completely given up on the book and was basking in the morning glow coming through the window, his cheek pressed against the book as a makeshift pillow as he dozed slightly, although his eyes were still open a crack. He was wearing tan, baggy shorts that ended mid-thigh and a white T-shirt that Alex suspected was one of his. The blonde's eyes fixated upon impossibly long and freckled legs as they rotated lazily in the air.
So far Alex had managed to keep up the agreement with Hank. That didn't mean that Sean hadn't been spending at least an hour every night trying to persuade him that it wouldn't hurt to have sex just once and that he could keep quiet so that Hank wouldn't mind. As Alex let his mind wander to the heated kisses and pleas of the previous night, Sean spoke up.
"Alex, how long 'til lunch?" the ginger boy groaned, kicking Alex when he didn't respond.
"I don't know, an hour at least," Alex replied. "If you're not going to read that you might as well tidy the room."
"It is tidy," came the immediate, and slightly defensive, answer.
"At least wash some of your clothes so you don't have to wear mine!"
Sean pouted, "It's endearing," he argued.
"It's annoying. I don't even have as many clothes as you do," Alex retorted. It was then that he noticed the grin on Sean's face, he sighed internally. He knew that grin, and much as he usually loved to see it he really couldn't deal with it now.
"If you hate me wearing this shirt so much I can take it off," the red head half-whispered. He was now on his knees and was making his way towards Alex, tugging the shirt over his head as he went. "This better?" he asked, now shirtless and semi-straddling Alex.
Alex, meanwhile, was doing his best to remain stoic. "No, put it back on and read your book."
Sean frowned, bringing his face closer to Alex and pressing their lips together. Wrapping his arms around the blonde's shoulders, Sean pushed his tongue against Alex's lips, hiding his giddiness when Alex reluctantly parted his lips. Sean loved his boyfriend for more than just the sex, but he was a teenage boy and couldn't help but miss this part of the relationship when it was so suddenly denied to him. Deepening the kiss, Sean moaned as Alex's teeth scraped against his tongue. Seconds later, Alex pulled away. The red-head on his lap was panting slightly, his face was flushed, his parted lips were stained red from the kiss and his half-lidded, glazed eyes were staring fixedly at the blonde. Grinding his hips down against Alex's, Sean moaned again.
"Alex, please," he all but whimpered as his hands delved downwards to pull at the other teenager's shirt. Abruptly, Alex grabbed his hands and pushed Sean away slightly. He tried to ignore the look of rejection on Sean's face as he was forced off of Alex's lap.
"You know the rule. Ten more days," he said, getting up off the bed. Taking the shirt from where it had been flung onto the floor, Alex passed it to Sean who was still kneeling on the bed looking like a dejected ginger puppy. "Come on, we can sit in the living room until lunch."
Putting on the shirt, Sean reluctantly gave in and followed Alex downstairs, gripping the blonde teen's arm as they left the room.
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Alex sat at the table, watching his boyfriend gorge himself on bread and butter.
"Sean, shouldn't you have cheese or something with that?" Alex asked, looking exasperatedly at the ginger who had just turned to look at him with his are-you-insane face on, the effect somewhat lessened by the fact that there was a crust of bread hanging out of his mouth.
"If I spend ages slicing cheese, that lot," he said, gesturing at the rest of the teenagers at the table, "Will take all of the food, the cunning bastards!" he exclaimed. Alex gave him a look that said something along the lines of 'I'm not the insane one here'. Turning his attention to the blue, furry teenager next to them Sean continued, "Speaking of cunning bastards," he began, ignoring the look this garnered from Hank, "How's progress with the room going Beast?" he finished, forcing a polite smile.
Hank's expression remained monotone as he replied, explaining that it was fine and that it would be finished by the end of the next week and no sooner. "That is assuming you don't interrupt my concentration, I do have other things to focus on," Hank replied.
Once lunch was over Alex had an outside training session, during which he was meant to be keeping an eye on some of the newer pupils. In reality, he spent the majority of the two hours watching Sean swoop around the mansion's grounds. It wasn't like any of the group had powers that were any particular danger to the rest of them; he knew that Charles trained them privately in the bunker that he had set alight so many times in the past. As the session drew to an end Sean flew down, landing slightly roughly in a crouched position next to Alex. Standing up and brushing himself off, the red-head flashed a toothy grin at Alex.
"What do you think then?" he asked, out of breath from the frequent screaming. Checking that none of the students were paying any attention to them, Alex gently pulled Sean in for a chaste kiss.
"It was good, your landing improved. Though don't think I didn't notice how often you flew by Hank's window," he replied. "We've still got a while until dinner, want to walk around for a while?" he asked. Sean's face lit up as he agreed. Alex liked Sean best when he was like this; the red-head was always cheerful and slightly hyper after flying.
Sean followed next to Alex through the grounds, eagerly explaining his newest flying techniques as they walked.
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A/N: Thanks for reading. I will hopefully update again tomorrow or early next week. As you can probably tell, I don't have any particular plan for this story as it doesn't particularly have a running plot. It'll probably just continue as it has been so far. Reviews are always appreciated and if you spot spelling mistakes please don't hesitate to point them out.