My rocket exploded -- what a surprise.

Alex Summers, 17. Sophmore.
Linebacker on the high school team.
Older bro to Scott "Scooter" Summers.
((X-Men: First Class High School AU))

May 7, 2013 11:57 pm

hpmccoy:

havokinthehallways:

hpmccoy:

havokinthehallways:

[3:42 PM] I apologize, then.

[3:43 PM] Sorry that I insulted your superpower.

[3:53 PM] Ooh punctuation and proper grammar someone’s serious

[3:53 PM] Alright I guess I can forgive you

[3:55 PM] Hey, I use it all sometimes

[3:56 PM] Thank you for being so gracious

[4:00 PM] Yea yea I’m a god among men don’t forget it next time

[4:01 PM] Yes, sir.

11:47 pm

hpmccoy:

havokinthehallways:

hpmccoy:

havokinthehallways:

[3:38 PM] Would it help my chances if I apologized

[3:40 PM] Perhaps

[3:40 PM] I make no promises

[3:42 PM] I apologize, then.

[3:43 PM] Sorry that I insulted your superpower.

[3:53 PM] Ooh punctuation and proper grammar someone’s serious

[3:53 PM] Alright I guess I can forgive you

[3:55 PM] Hey, I use it all sometimes

[3:56 PM] Thank you for being so gracious

11:32 pm

hpmccoy:

havokinthehallways:

hpmccoy:

havokinthehallways:

hpmccoy:

havokinthehallways:

[3:24 PM] Celebrate whatever holidays you want it’s a free country

[3:24 PM] You like to suck the fun out of everything don’t you

[3:30 PM] It’s my superpower don’t shame me

[3:31 PM] So much shame

[3:32 PM] All the shame

[3:33 PM] Yes

[3:33 PM] This is exactly the way to get someone to agree to sleep with you

[3:34 PM] Congratulations you did it I have been dissolved into a pile of want and need

[3:38 PM] Would it help my chances if I apologized

[3:40 PM] Perhaps

[3:40 PM] I make no promises

[3:42 PM] I apologize, then.

[3:43 PM] Sorry that I insulted your superpower.

11:24 pm

hpmccoy:

havokinthehallways:

hpmccoy:

havokinthehallways:

[3:24 PM] Celebrate whatever holidays you want it’s a free country

[3:24 PM] You like to suck the fun out of everything don’t you

[3:30 PM] It’s my superpower don’t shame me

[3:31 PM] So much shame

[3:32 PM] All the shame

[3:33 PM] Yes

[3:33 PM] This is exactly the way to get someone to agree to sleep with you

[3:34 PM] Congratulations you did it I have been dissolved into a pile of want and need

[3:38 PM] Would it help my chances if I apologized

11:08 pm

hpmccoy:

havokinthehallways:

hpmccoy:

image

[3:22 PM] There’s no point in celebrating a holiday that doesn’t apply to us is all I’m saying.

[3:24 PM] Celebrate whatever holidays you want it’s a free country

[3:24 PM] You like to suck the fun out of everything don’t you

[3:30 PM] It’s my superpower don’t shame me

[3:31 PM] So much shame

[3:32 PM] All the shame

11:03 pm

hpmccoy:

image

[3:22 PM] There’s no point in celebrating a holiday that doesn’t apply to us is all I’m saying.

[3:24 PM] Celebrate whatever holidays you want it’s a free country

[3:24 PM] You like to suck the fun out of everything don’t you

July 12, 2012 12:02 am

Friction

hpmccoy:

havokinthehallways:

“Who me?” Alex raises one eyebrow with a little smirk on his lips. “Wouldn’t miss this for the world.” His tone is mock of his usual teasing. Listen closely enough and you might be able to tell he’s not kidding.

The blond switches back to his stand-by tactic: run before you walk. He circles the mattress and bites back a comment on the bright blue of Hank’s eyes. Sappy romance shit is a no-go, and he sure as hell won’t be caught spouting poetry to someone like Hank McCoy. He leans over the other boy’s sitting form and takes a moment to appreciate that he’s the taller one for the moment. A little smile slips out over that.

Both hands come up to hold the older’s face, and Alex kisses him before he can even think about butterflies in his stomach. It’s a light drag of lips on lips, a little on the forceful side. Eyes close and his fingers curl into the brunet’s skin.

“I’m so sure.” Hank scoffs, rolling his eyes. The junior watches cautiously as the blond makes his way around the bed, studying his movements and uncrossing his legs. He leans back on his hands, keeping his vision locked on his guest as he comes to a halt right in front of where he sits.

A dark eyebrow raises in faux disinterest as Alex hovers over him, and he means to make a witty remark, but it dies on his tongue as lips cover his own. Calloused hands press against the sides of his face, drawing him in deeper, and he makes no motion to object. He returns the kiss passively, only exerting as much effort as the sophomore is putting into it. It’s… familiar, which isn’t all that surprising to him, since they’ve definitely kissed before, but there’s something different, new about it. Perhaps because he knows where this is going, and he’s still not a hundred percent sure about how it will end. He straightens into an upright sitting position, left hand reaching out to curl his fingers in the fabric of the younger man’s shirt. It’s an awkward arrangement, or maybe that’s just him, nerves getting the best of him or something. Regardless, he’s tired of having to crane his neck to kiss the boy. His other hand comes to grasp at the back of a jean-clad thigh, pulling the linebacker forward until his knees knock against the side of the mattress.

Alex very nearly starts at the hand around his thigh, but quickly recovers and pushes in even closer. He darts his tongue out to wet Hank’s lips, giving a short hum of a noise as one hand winds back to grip the brunet’s hair at the nape of his slender neck. After a moment the angle is still odd and not entirely comfortable, so he pulls away from the taller to think for a second on better ways to do this without just shoving him on the bed. Because he’s pretty sure that might not be allowed. Who knows, though?

"Maybe if I just sat in your lap, this’d be easier." He gives a short laugh, but it’s at himself, because he really didn’t mean to say that out loud, but who the fuck cares, he’s decided it’s an excellent idea.

So he promptly climbs into Hank McCoy’s lap and continues kissing him, thighs atop thighs, knees outside the older’s waist. This was much better.

June 7, 2012 11:52 pm

Friction

hpmccoy:

havokinthehallways:

Alex really doesn’t know how to respond to that, and he’s sure Hank doesn’t want him to. The comment doesn’t fit with the usual image he projects, and the blond takes little satisfaction in hearing it.

After their first encounter, he had an image of Hank being the snobby nerd, rich and smarter than everyone else, not afraid to show it. Sure, he wouldn’t go around announcing it, shoving it in your face, but he wouldn’t think twice about correcting you and taking pleasure in doing so.

Even through their quips at one another throughout school (after the incident in the shed), the taller was a little bit of a stereotype, until Alex overheard him talking with Raven once. He wasn’t as put together as he liked to put on, and there was something else that just… drew the younger to him. That was about when Alex Summers started to have feelings for him. 

And promptly stomped them to the furthest corner of his mind. 

He decides to ignore it and surveys the hall, walking to the second on the left and peeking in. He makes a gesture with his arm. “After you.” His smile has a hint of promise, but shows none of the nerves that are creeping slowly back in.

Hank steps inside the empty guest bedroom, glancing over the room more out of habit than anything. Pallid fingers come up to run through dark hair before descending to the side of his face and curling around the temple of his glasses frames. Slowly, he pulls them off his face, folding them carefully before placing them on top of the nearby dresser. He doesn’t wait for Alex to follow him before walking further into the room, instead approaching the bed and opting to take a seat on the corner of the mattress. One long leg crosses over the other as he folds his hands and places them in his lap. Blue eyes, free from their large, glass prison, come to rest on the younger’s face. There’s a tension rising in him, he can tell, one akin to the nerves that he himself had spent the day beating into submission. 

“Last chance to change your mind, Summers.” he warns softly. There’s none of his usual snark behind it, nor any effort to get the blond to leave. It’s merely that, a warning, because while he’s the last one to give a shit about the sophomore, the brunet still wouldn’t want him to be pushed into something he’d end up regretting.

"Who me?" Alex raises one eyebrow with a little smirk on his lips. "Wouldn’t miss this for the world." His tone is mock of his usual teasing. Listen closely enough and you might be able to tell he’s not kidding.

The blond switches back to his stand-by tactic: run before you walk. He circles the mattress and bites back a comment on the bright blue of Hank’s eyes. Sappy romance shit is a no-go, and he sure as hell won’t be caught spouting poetry to someone like Hank McCoy. He leans over the other boy’s sitting form and takes a moment to appreciate that he’s the taller one for the moment. A little smile slips out over that.

Both hands come up to hold the older’s face, and Alex kisses him before he can even think about butterflies in his stomach. It’s a light drag of lips on lips, a little on the forceful side. Eyes close and his fingers curl into the brunet’s skin

May 19, 2012 10:33 pm

Friction

hpmccoy:

havokinthehallways:

“You’ll have to give me a vocabulary lesson later on the right term for this, then.” 

Alex considers something different, “unique,” as Hank said, but this doesn’t seem like the right setting for something like that. A bed would be most comfortable. “Upstairs it is, then.” He looks to the stairs and vaguely wonders exactly how many bedrooms are in a house like this. Probably a lot. 

“I don’t think I ever really had a chance to say it, but you’ve got a pretty damn nice house, McCoy.” He wouldn’t say he was jealous, but some of that tone might have slipped in there a little. His Aunt and Uncle’s house isn’t very small, but Hank’s is huge, immaculate, and like something out of an IKEA catalog. 

He climbs the steps one at a time, unlike his usual two. The blond doesn’t want to look like he’s in a hurry. “Though there’s a hell of a lot of stairs.” He laughs, and when he reaches the top he turns to face Hank again.

“I’ll have to give you a vocabulary lesson in general.” he replies. The retort isn’t meant to be callous, and he cements his lighthearted tone with a soft laugh. Hank watches intently as he follows Alex to the stairs, but maintains a significant distance. The blond’s comment on his lodgings has him stopping at the foot of the stairs however, and blue eyes dart around the living room, only a little taken aback.

It is “nice”, he supposes, at least on the surface. Architecturally speaking, it was an accurate depiction of his family’s wealth, of their status, large and finely furnished. But it’s been years since he’s thought of it as “nice”. He’s lived here so long, he figures he’s probably taken it for granted. Or maybe it’s just because it’s so- well, empty, all the time, that he can’t see it as anything else. He spares the room a final glance before looking back up at the sophomore with a shrug.

“It isn’t so bad.” he concedes with a sigh, before ascending the stairs. The brunet comes to stand just behind his guest, hand lingering on the banister, as he concludes, resigned and hushed. “As long as you don’t have to live in it.” His lips pull into a tight smile, brushing it off. The hand comes up to gesture lazily down the extensive hallway.

“Take your pick.”

Alex really doesn’t know how to respond to that, and he’s sure Hank doesn’t want him to. The comment doesn’t fit with the usual image he projects, and the blond takes little satisfaction in hearing it.

After their first encounter, he had an image of Hank being the snobby nerd, rich and smarter than everyone else, not afraid to show it. Sure, he wouldn’t go around announcing it, shoving it in your face, but he wouldn’t think twice about correcting you and taking pleasure in doing so.

Even through their quips at one another throughout school (after the incident in the shed), the taller was a little bit of a stereotype, until Alex overheard him talking with Raven once. He wasn’t as put together as he liked to put on, and there was something else that just… drew the younger to him. That was about when Alex Summers started to have feelings for him. 

And promptly stomped them to the furthest corner of his mind. 

He decides to ignore it and surveys the hall, walking to the second on the left and peeking in. He makes a gesture with his arm. “After you.” His smile has a hint of promise, but shows none of the nerves that are creeping slowly back in.

9:54 pm