Mutant Ac Viribus Par Memorque

Thursday warm ups

Bobby crawled up next to Hank like a puppy looking for his spot on the bed.

He never really became too cold due to his powers, and it never really bothered Bobby anyhow, but Hank didn’t know that. So Bobby, pretending to shiver, had no problem pressing his body slightly onto Hank. They were both laying on their backs, but Bobby knew that Hank would do what he always did. Every time they had slept together, Bobby always woke up with Hank spooning him. He never questioned why, he just assumed they were both so comfortable that it was just a natural thing to do. Bobby always looked forward to it none the less.

“I love it here, I feel so accepted for everything I am here. Being a Mutant and Bisexual and everything else I am, no one cares here. I feel like this is the home I never had with my own family.” Bobby said, answering Hank’s question.

Hank laughs quietly to himself, pulling his arm from under his friend to place it around his shoulders. It was cold, yes, but Hank had grown used to it. Plus, if he’s being honest, he often ran warm, so it was a good alternative to waking up covered in sweat.

He does nod, understanding it. Hank wasn’t persecuted here for being a mutant, not that he necessarily was back at his school in Chicago, but at home in Dunfee, there wasn’t much in terms of him being welcome. “So,” he starts, moving to sit up a bit more, using his pillows to prop him up.

Bobby crawled up next to Hank like a puppy looking for his spot on the bed.

He never really became too cold due to his powers, and it never really bothered Bobby anyhow, but Hank didn’t know that. So Bobby, pretending to shiver, had no problem pressing his body slightly onto Hank. They were both laying on their backs, but Bobby knew that Hank would do what he always did. Every time they had slept together, Bobby always woke up with Hank spooning him. He never questioned why, he just assumed they were both so comfortable that it was just a natural thing to do. Bobby always looked forward to it none the less.

“I love it here, I feel so accepted for everything I am here. Being a Mutant and Bisexual and everything else I am, no one cares here. I feel like this is the home I never had with my own family.” Bobby said, answering Hank’s question.

Hank laughs quietly to himself, pulling his arm from under his friend to place it around his shoulders. It was cold, yes, but Hank had grown used to it. Plus, if he’s being honest, he often ran warm, so it was a good alternative to waking up covered in sweat.

He does nod, understanding it. Hank wasn’t persecuted here for being a mutant, not that he necessarily was back at his school in Chicago, but at home in Dunfee, there wasn’t much in terms of him being welcome. “So,” he starts, moving to sit up a bit more, using his pillows to prop him up.

Bobby, still pretty embarrassed, saw how nervous Hank was and felt like there may be an opening for him there. He scooched a bit closer but not too fast as to alarm Hank “Actually, if it’s alright with you, I wanted to share a blanket like we usually do?” Bobby made sort of puppy dog eyes at Hank. He saw his sweat beading off him and for some reason Bobby was a bit turned on by it. He wanted be as close to Hank as possible, and he wasn’t going to let an Awkward Boner stand in his way.

Hank drops the folded blanket onto his pillow, he’d keep it closer for later on when Bobby started to make him feel cold again; it normally happened. “Uh, sure?” he says, crawling back into bed, this time lifting the covers. He settles onto his back, stowing his puzzles back on the nightstand. He checks his phone for an alarm set for 6am, so he can get to the labs before anyone else, he settles back down. 

Bobby quickly looked down and became wide eyed. He had no idea he even forgotten his shorts much less had become hard. He grabbed whatever blankets he could to cover himself up. “Oh shit, I’m sorry!” Bobby became red in the face. He just sat there quietly not knowing what else to say.

Well this was awkward.

“Well this is awkward,” he coughs, suddenly realizing the filter between his brain and mouth was gone. That’s something he’d need to learn to compensate for, he’d thought he’d really had it down by now but apparently that wasn’t the case.

“It’s uh, fine. I mean, I didn’t see anything. And it’s not like... well you weren’t fully so.... no harm no foul? I guess just, lets count our lucky stars or something?” He shrugs, getting up to head over to his closet to grab an extra blanket. “You can take the bigger one if you’d like, I’ll take the separate one, don’t need you stabbing me with that thing in the middle of the night, right?” he jokes, trying and failing miserably to make light of the situation. Instead, he comes off as terribly awkward, and yeah, he’s definitely sweating now, the true reason for the separate blanket.

Bobby watched as Hank got comfortable. He appreciated Hank’s dorkiness, it was what drew him in. Bobby always noted the way Hank went about his day and how precise and organized he always was, something Bobby always lacked. “Haha, it’s going to take more than that to kick me out of your bed.” Bobby belly flopped onto the bed, forgetting to even pull on the shorts Hank had handed to him. He was so used to sleeping in his underwear it was second nature for him anyhow. He put his hand on the side of his head to hold it up and stared at Hank with a twing of curiosity.

Hank watches as Bobby jumps into bed, and then he sees it, “Oh my stars and garters,” he mutters, quickly looking back to fill out some of his puzzles. “You going to uh...” he stutters, quickly turning red in the face between looking away. 

“Look you’re uh.... you should put shorts on, Robert, you’re uh...” he isn’t sure about the polite way to say this without coming off as overly medical. “You’re uh...” Yeah, he can’t do this. “You’re engorged, I can see your ‘business’, so to speak. Unless you’d prefer I use the regular vernacular, I think you might prefer if I just don’t.” Hank goes back to his puzzle, trying not to just look back over and stare.

As Bobby was being set down he imagined the same scenario but during their fake honeymoon Bobby had created in his head. Bobby was caught completely off guard as Hank began to strip in front of him. As his shirt and pants came off, Bobby couldn’t ignore the stirring in his pants and quickly readjusted himself. Bobby caught the shorts and started taking off his clothes as well, just so he can stand closer to Hank. “What? I don’t know what you mean…” Bobby stared at Hank with hungry eyes knowing exactly what he wanted. He was surprised by his question but as Hank finished his sentence Bobby started to stutter. “OH. HAHA… Iyaaaaa…. It doesn’t matter to me”

Hank flops onto his bed, crossing his legs one over the other, back rested against the headboard. It’s there that he reaches for his reading glasses, a folded up newspaper, and a pen. Just a little something to distract his mind while he tried to wind down for the night, a quick Sudoku puzzle or four.

Bobby smiled as Hank brushed is forehead, he was watching him as he stretched his arm over his head, reveling his abs as his shirt came up. Bobby felt the urge to rip off the rest of Hank’s shirt along with all the other clothing covering his body, but he restrained himself. Bobby but his lip in an effort to control himself. He was disappointed that Hank was already tired but his bravery already had sizzled out so he was fine with going to bed at that point. “Yeah sure, I’m pretty tired” Bobby faked a yawn “We’re still sharing the bed right?”

Hank takes note of the feigned yawn, okay, so something was definitely up. He looks at him more closely this time, watching his eyes when he stretches beneath him. Hank is starting to think he’s going crazy, because he could swear that Bobby’s pupils have become a bit more dilated.

And given the conversation he’d had with Scott earlier....

....No. That wasn’t possible, right?