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19 June 2011 @ 09:36 pm
Oh look, almost three years later, I start writing again! And hey look, it's for a kink meme again! Someday I'll work on things at a normal pace/timeframe. Until then, enjoy

Title: Sway
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Hank/Alex
Genre: Humor/Fluff, Drunken Antics
Summary: Hank is the lightest of lightweights, and Alex can't leave him alone. Mostly because otherwise, he'll end up with his hands somewhere he'll regret in the morning.
Author Notes: Written for this prompt at the kink meme, requesting "Hank is a lightweight when it comes to drinking. Hank is an affectionate handsy drunk, Alex approves. And gets jealous/possessive when someone else gets Hank's attention. Hank gets embarrassed when he finds out who he had been groping."

Also, they say, write what you know, and boy do I know how to be a handsy, affectionate, nerdy drunk scientist

"Y'know, this, this drink. This right here, is really tasty. You guys should try some." Hank pushes his cup at the rest of the group, but no one is really paying attention. Plus, they all already have their own drinks.

But that apparently doesn't mean that Alex doesn't want some. "Hey, gimme some of that." He grabs the cup and swirls it around a bit, sniffing at it. "What is this, anyways?"

"I...have no, no idea. Angel mixed it for me. I think it tastes like oranges. And maybe other things. Maybe." An accusing finger wobbles as it points across the room, and Angel is desperately trying not to laugh.

"Hon, there's only about a shot and a half worth of alcohol in that, and you haven't even finished it. Clearly we need to get you out more often."

"No, I'm okay now, I just. I just don't know what I think about oranges. And their taste." Hank gets up out of his chair and walks over to Angel and Darwin, leaving Alex behind, holding two cups. He sits, bemused, for all of about two seconds, before Hank throws his arms around both Angel and Darwin, almost hanging off of them, laughing and resting his head on Darwin's shoulder.

"You guys. You guys have no idea how glad I am that you are all here. You are all so amazing, and the fact that you didn't run screaming when you saw my feet means a lot to me, I can't even say how much, especially because all of your powers are so much cooler than mine, but yes. I am very glad that you all are here, now, in this room." He walks back over to take his cup from Alex, but gives him a big hug instead.

"I mean, plasma beams! That is just so cool, and I really want to know if you'd be able to focus them with the right equipment. Hmm, you should come by my lab sometime, and I will fit something to you and we will work something out." He is circling Alex now, and after a once-over, runs one hand down Alex's front, the other down his back, stopping both of his hands midway down Alex's back. "Yeah, I think. I think a panel there would be good. We should try it."

Alex is a bit flushed, and it has nothing to do with the alcohol - because really, no one else is even tipsy yet. "Uh, yeah. I'll come by some time." He reaches back to catch Hank's hands as they start to drift lower.

Released from Alex, Hank wanders over to Angel. "And you. Your wings are amazing." He runs his hands over her shoulders, prompting her to turn so he can splay his hands over the currently-tattoo wings on her back. "I mean, the force they would have to generate is amazing." His hands alternate from running up over her shoulders to running across the lower set of wings, dipping low, below the cut of her shirt. Alex doesn't even realize he's grinding his jaw until Hank pats Angel at the centerpoint of her set of wings and moves on to Raven.

"Raven. Oh Raven with the pretty DNA, with the DNA that can change, how much you have to teach us." He trails a hand down her face and smiles down at her, eventually sitting down next to her and putting his head on her leg. Alex does get up at this, and puts a hand on Hank's shoulder.

"I think that's enough for tonight, we should probably get you to bed."

"No, no, I haven't even talked to Sean tonight." The youngest has been sitting on the couch, getting great amusement out of watching everything unfold, but his laughter stops as Hank walks towards him, with Alex not far behind.

Hank places his hands on either side of Sean's throat and begins stroking. "No, the angle is all wrong." And then proceeds to start to straddle Sean. At which point Alex lunges forward to grab his arm.

"Yep, we're definitely done for tonight. Come on, Hank, let's get you some water, and then to bed."

"Oh, alright, I suppose, if we must." Hank takes Alex's hand and presses himself up against Alex's arm. "mmm, you're really warm. And, you smell good. Like a sun-warmed patch of grass." He nuzzles into Alex's shoulder. " 's nice."

The rest of the room cannot contain themselves, and the two are ushered out with catcalls and whistles. Once they're out the door, Alex uses both his arms to restrain Hank against the wall. "Look, you can't just go around touching people. We know you're drunk, but it still gives the wrong idea. Besides, aren't you supposed to be the genius role model for us all?"

Hank shakes his head. "You're wrong. 'm not drunk, I'm just happy. And I like touching you. Only you. The others are interesting, so I touch, but you are another thing entirely. I like having my hands on you." At this, he reaches out to Alex, who, stunned, lets Hank draw him into a hug.

It's how they wake up the next morning, on Hank's bed, fully clothed, curled around one another.

Breakfast is an interesting affair, with everyone thankfully more interested in teasing Hank about his behavior towards them all, rather than the fact that Alex hadn't returned to the party, or that they had come in together. Hank, for his part, is a glowing red, mortified that he had been so forward.

"Oh, relax, hon, no one go hurt. A little alcohol is good every now and then to relax. Besides, as long as Alex is there to take care of you, you have nothing to worry about!"

Choking on orange juice, spluttering, and a lot of stammering occurs, and if there is a light brush of hands under the breakfast table, no one mentions it.
wintersnapwintersnap on June 20th, 2011 05:18 am (UTC)
This was so delightful! I have a perma-grin on my face--your Hank is beyond adorable:)

Edited at 2011-06-20 05:19 am (UTC)
who breaks a butterfly upon a wheellaminy on June 22nd, 2011 04:25 pm (UTC)
As much as I love Hank/Alex, I was like, "come on, straddle Sean!" lol. But I was seriously just grinning the entire time, this is awesome.
spilled_notes on July 19th, 2011 07:31 pm (UTC)
I was like, "come on, straddle Sean!" lol.

I approve of your life choices.
epic escapist love: cardboard mind control wisheschaoticallyclev on July 12th, 2011 08:40 pm (UTC)
Oh, Hank. You and your drunk self are too adorable to handle. ♥
spilled_notes on July 19th, 2011 07:31 pm (UTC)
oh my god, yes, Hank is a beautiful lightweight. ♥ this is fantastic~! thank you for sharing. :D
• • •rainaria on August 11th, 2011 02:06 pm (UTC)
soooooooooo adorable. ♥

and yay, sean/hank!
realpestilencerealpestilence on September 19th, 2011 06:03 pm (UTC)
I liked Sean being amused until Hank came for HIM, lol. I ~loved Hank saying he likes his hands on Alex!

Cute and funny "handsy drunk" fic. \0/
sarabethwarner on October 14th, 2011 12:28 am (UTC)
Ahhhhhhhhh yeah ^_^