He splashes water on his face and shakes his head like a dog.
“Fuck. I knew…?”
He doesn’t have to ask because he’s starting to remember. Or extrapolate…something. It would’ve pissed him off, right? After he got it out of Jean. It really would have pissed him off. No, no. He knows it pissed him off. The idea that Jean could be getting it up the ass from some limp dicked f*g made him fucking furious. It was nothing like when McCoy would fuck off on one of their nights out to chase pussy and leave Harry in the lurch.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - (Instead it was Jean going to those underground bars where you can’t. Jean drinking without you. Jean laughing. Men watching him.)
While he just rots alone in his empty apartment, because Jean is young and men want to fuck him even though his face is a mess and Harry can only touch him when he holds him down and spits on him. Jean is his satellite, he’s not supposed to escape his orbit. Or the pull of his shitty apartment and miserable liquor soaked movie nights.
“Fuck.”
Harry is red, sweating. He’s going to die. Or something.
cw pathetic homophobia and toxic masculinity, censored slurs
“Fuck. I knew…?”
He doesn’t have to ask because he’s starting to remember. Or extrapolate…something. It would’ve pissed him off, right? After he got it out of Jean. It really would have pissed him off. No, no. He knows it pissed him off. The idea that Jean could be getting it up the ass from some limp dicked f*g made him fucking furious. It was nothing like when McCoy would fuck off on one of their nights out to chase pussy and leave Harry in the lurch.
ELECTROCHEMISTRY - (Instead it was Jean going to those underground bars where you can’t. Jean drinking without you. Jean laughing. Men watching him.)
While he just rots alone in his empty apartment, because Jean is young and men want to fuck him even though his face is a mess and Harry can only touch him when he holds him down and spits on him. Jean is his satellite, he’s not supposed to escape his orbit. Or the pull of his shitty apartment and miserable liquor soaked movie nights.
“Fuck.”
Harry is red, sweating. He’s going to die. Or something.
“Fuck!”