Shiro & Alex, Monday evening

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Alex spent the holiday in Hawaii, and when he returns he finds a sick Shiro. Not particularly graphic, but kind of smutty and probably NSFW.


Shiro tried very hard not to slam his head against the door to Alex's suite. It was a trial, and he only succeeded because he lost his balance and fell against the door with his shoulder. He mumbled a curse and rubbed his shoulder gingerly. "Alex?" he called out hoarsely. He pulled out a tissue and wiped his nose. He really ought to be in bed, but when he heard Alex come home from spending Thanksgiving in Hawaii, he knew that it ought to be Alex's bed.

There was a loud 'thump' as Crush was pushed off the bed where he'd pinned Alex as he'd been unpacking, standing on his boy's chest and licking his face. The dog scurried over to his bed as Alex straightened his clothes before moving to get the door. There was a big grin on his face, since the pull on his power made it obvious that it was Shiro and he'd missed him while he'd been away. "Hey!" He said brightly when he opened the door before his face fell slightly. "Hey, are you okay?"

"I am sick and tea does not help," said Shiro pathetically. He stepped inside and closed the door behind them. He didn't want anyone seeing him so helpless. "I have not felt this ill in months."

"Duuuuude!" Alex immediately let his mother hen instinct take over and he moved them over to the bed so Shiro could sit and Alex could hug his shoulders. "Have you been down to see Amelia or Jean?"

Shiro slumped against Alex, a boneless flop against the taller guy. "I have enough decongestants and anti-histamines to stock a primary school nurse's office. Not helping."

Cuddling his boyfriend close, Alex laid his head comfortingly on top of Shiro's. "What can I do? Anything?"

Shiro looked up and softly kissed Alex. He smiled as he pulled back. "That feels good," he said, uncharacteristically soft. And not just the regular good. It was better than good, better than the normal spark he felt when their powers met.

Just from the look on Shiro's face as Alex pulled away he knew something had helped. He gave a bright smile, before he put a hand on the back of Shiro's neck and kissed him again, properly but still gently.

Reciprocation was automatic, and Shiro escalated it. He pushed himself closer, a clammy hand slowly slipping up Alex's shirt.

Alex gasped softly into the kiss as he eased himself away to pull of his shirt. If contact was what Shiro wanted, he'd give it to him. It wasn't like he wasn't used to being without a shirt after all. "I missed you." He said softly before kissing him again.

Shiro gasped and shivered. "Stop going on vacation," he said, reaching into his pocket for a tissue to wipe his nose with again. At least it was finally not runny anymore. It was totally unsexy, but Shiro just smiled self-consciously and leaned back in.

As if Alex cared. It was Shiro, that was all that mattered. He chuckled at that but just kept kissing him, holding him close.

Shiro couldn't stop shivering in Alex's arms. They were so close that they were almost one person. Shiro kissed Alex frantically and refused to let go, as if backing off would make his sickness change from an inconvenience to a matter of life and death.

Perfectly content where he was, Alex let Shiro take what he needed to feel better, even if it was just for a little while. Feeling Shiro shiver, he increased his power slightly to warm his skin and give Shiro's power a bit of a boost, hoping it would help a bit more.

That was like hooking up Shiro with jumper cables to a battery. And unwilling to move, he ran a finger down his shirt, burning it off. When he pulled Alex down on top of him, he gasped and held on more tightly. Even the scratchiness in his throat was starting to feel better.

Alex grunted slightly as he was pulled down but managed to get his arms under him so he wasn't putting his weight on Shiro. Normally it wouldn't be a problem but he didn't want to put the extra pressure on Shiro's sick body.

"Always so willing," Shiro breathed between kisses. His hands went down to Alex's belt, and he just barely remembered to unbuckle it and not burn it off, too. "I want you, Alex."

It took him a moment to register what was going on before Alex lifted his head and looked down at Shiro with wide eyes, wanting to make sure he got that right as he processed his belt being undone. Sure, they'd played around, but they never actually..."Shiro...are you sure?" His voice was slightly nervous. "If you're not feeling up to it, we can wait...I'll be here."

Shiro felt like if he didn't get it soon, then he'd explode. A message he tried to make clear by running a sizzling finger down Alex's chest. It was all he could not to just burn everything until there was nothing left. No bedroom, no mansion, no teachers, no X-Men, nothing except for the two of them. Shiro was sure that Alex got the message loud and clear.

Alex gasped, dropping his chin to let his hair curtain around his head for a moment. He was still slightly confused, but they had both wanted this for a while and if it was going to make Shiro fell better, then why not? He nodded slowly.

Shiro's eyes blazed greedily. He was going to show Alex just how good he could be.