It's exactly because of Erik's worry and his gentle eyes that Charles wants to do this and excel at it. There's a certain look that only Erik Lehnsherr knows how to give him and Charles melts from inside out without a care in the world when those blue eyes look at him like that.
"N-no," he says with a soft chuckle. "I want you inside me," he says with a hint of playful air about his voice, playful and oh so raw, eager. He promises, wordlessly, that he's not hurting, just unpractised.
He takes a moment to answer every last of Erik's little kisses, the gentle touches to his hair. He noses along Erik's cheek and then reaches down to position Erik at his entrance again. The angle is not the best as he insists kissing Erik's jaw and his chest while he leans back and takes the head of Erik's cock this time a lot easier.
The stretch and burn return with gusto, the intense sensation of being penetrated makes Charles rush out a moan after moan, his brows furrowed with concentration and hand shaking on Erik's chest. He realises that being on top might never have been a really good idea. He probably would be over the discomfort already if Erik had been taking care of the movement - something to consider for the next time.
He pushes himself up then, and with an exhale sinks onto Erik's cock, his eyes going wide and body shuddering at the intense sensation of being filled to last of his inches. "Oh god," he mutters, jerking up and then sinking down again, forcing himself to get used to the sensation. The second time he lifts himself it's no longer a jerk but there's something needy in the motion, pleasure tickling somewhere in between his hipbones.
Erik trusts Charles, really, but he just seems so shaky, and yet Erik never forgets that Charles is in control, and Charles knows his own limits. Erik admires that about him; he's strong and strong-willed to match Erik blow for blow. Here he is outmatching Erik, causing him to throw his head back and let out deep, guttural moans hiding somewhere in the pit of his stomach and being forced from him. He tries to get ahold of Charles by his thigh, digging his fingers in deep, lost in the motion of the rock of his hips.
He could stay like this endlessly, hearing the mattress creak underneath their weight, bathed in pale sunlight streaking in from gaps in the drawn curtains. At this very moment, Charles is the most beautiful thing that Erik thinks he has ever seen with his eyes, glowing and shaking and alight with the streams of light that hit his hair and his shoulders just so.
When Charles becomes more comfortable, Erik joins him by arcing his hips, slow at first but then carried along by the almost involuntary roll of his own muscles driving away as a machine does. "Oh Charles," he echoes, trying to muffle his own sounds as the people around them might be starting to wake up and take notice if they're too loud. But in his mind there's a chant, just Charles's name on repeat like it's a prayer, like Erik's lost his mind and it's the only thing that he's retained.
It's almost a surprise to him when he comes, and the only warning he can manage is to tap Charles on the elbow. There's a sharp gasp, a low keening noise, and Erik suspended in a state of a numbing bliss for what seems to him like both an eternity and over within a matter of seconds.
Even after, lying there as if in shock, he feels like static electricity.
"Come here," he says, finally, and this time with more insistence.
It's a bizarre feeling, being seated so deep in Erik's mind, kind of like Erik is seated inside him physically. They mirror each other in this too, and Charles finds himself echoing Erik's groans and moans with his own, feeling the second hand pleasure wash over him with each thrust of Erik's hips.
It's not a physical release for him when Erik comes but it's enough to be on the ride with him, feeling himself spill over the edge with Erik. The keening moan that Erik lets out is like a string attached to his gut, tugging and tugging until there's nothing but white heat and his hands on Erik's chest, his hips coming down hard and relentless.
Charles is suspended on top of Erik, shuddering, watching him with wide eyes and then Erik's voice, ruffled with sex and throat deep, calling him in. Charles gives a noise like half a sob, half a moan, and slumps forward, onto Erik, burying his nose on the crook of Erik's neck.
"N-needless to say I've never had sex like this," he mutters while he tries to catch his breath, cheek against Erik's chest, listening to his heart beating.
"Good," he says, voice a hoarse whisper, hand on the back of Charles's head to keep him there where he is, head buried against Erik's neck and warmly breathing in his afterglow. It's one that won't quit, putting Erik into a sort of buzz, gives him a luminescence. He plays with Charles's hair, combing out the ends at his nape where it's a bit sweaty.
"We should get clean," he remarks finally. "We've got a long day ahead." He turns his cheek against Charles's , sliver of his lips somewhere giving him a very technical, very easily-missable kiss. He, too, would love to stay the whole day and bask, then repeat. But they came here to do a job, and he doesn't want them to arouse any suspicion. In fact, he's already planning on how they can buy a few more days, call in at a payphone and tell the CIA that their vehicle is a little out of order, or maybe Charles decided to drive for a bit.
Erik can make it look convincing.
He just wants a few more stolen moments with Charles before they go back. Even though they were essentially given free reign through the day, there was hardly any privacy and it was easy to sneak up on your coworkers and fellow teammates. No, he's thinking they could weasel their way out of being laughed at too much for being mutants, but not this.
This, he'll have to keep secret in his heart, only open when it's sure it's the two of them together, safely tucked away from other minds. They might get good at it, Erik thinks. Or careless. Either way, it's a lovely fever to burn, this new flame. "Come," he says, half-heartedly patting Charles's thigh as the only movement he makes to get up. "Let's get up."
Erik surely had the stamina of a monster, because Charles is barely gaining his bearings when he's already getting up. He pushes up a little, cheeks still flushed with heat and stares down at Erik for a moment silently.
"No afterglow, huh?" he asks a bit teasingly.
But he's not letting Erik get away with it quite that easily. He presses a hand onto Erik's chest and moves to slip Erik out of his body finally, a soft whimper on his lips at the friction. He can feel the burn inside him and it'll be quite a pain to sit in a car for the rest of the day but he'll live.
He leans down to catch Erik's mouth in a lingering kiss, his clean hand curling around the man's prickly cheek. Idly he wonders how red his face will be, if the beard burn will disappear quickly or not.
"Fine," he finally murmurs as he breaks the kiss and slowly shifts to roll off Erik and stands up. Only, his legs are trembling so much it's hard to stay up, so he sits down onto the edge of the bed. "Well then..."
Erik grins and says "We'll have an afterglow next time. And there will be a next time, I can't wait to do this again," he says, smiling, biting his lip despite himself. Charles could not be more attractive to him at this moment, hair messed up and with his cock still buried more than half a foot up his ass. And oh, will his cock miss Charles's body around it for the whole drive ahead; he'll have to resist pulling over and finding a tall cornfield to hide them in.
He's still thinking about it when Charles stumbles to get up, and Erik reaches out to steady him. He can't help but feel a burst of pride at this, knowing he's made Charles go all wobbly-legged. "Around my shoulder," he says, lifting Charles's arm and trying to pull him back up. He takes the opportunity to steal another kiss, though it's a shorter one, not as lingering or languid as the one he was just offered, but nonetheless affectionate. Charles is so perfect in this moment, Erik has a hard time trying not to have his afterglow anyway.
Instead, he starts the tap, so that it'll be warm by the time they step under it. He looks at Charles adoringly, which is not something he could even attempt to hide. Feelings bubble up in his chest, and he wonders if Charles can read them. It makes Erik feel a little exposed and a little vulnerable; he's always been able to keep how he feels under wraps. Now he feels like an open book, waiting to see if Charles will be riveted or stick him back on the shelf.
He can't read Erik's feelings. But he can put in a few really good educated guesses based on his thoughts. He's still lingering in Erik's mind, so everything is a little exposed to him. To be completely honest, he should ask Erik if that's fine or not. Because it's not like he has to linger in Erik's space all the time. He just likes to do it. One could even compare it to an addiction if they were mean enough.
When Erik wraps his arm around his own shoulders, Charles lets him hold them up, both of them while he searches his own legs, laughing against Erik's mouth like he's not done since he was a teenager, completely intoxicated on the sudden rush of affection that floods his mind.
"As often as possible," Charles admits his own desires easily, holding onto Erik as they start to move towards the bathroom.
But he doesn't leave it at that. He can definitely read the vulnerability from Erik without being able to sense his feelings. Erik's thoughts tell him enough. He pushes back the thought silently, making the distinction be seen. I wish I could show you how you make me feel, though. It's beautiful.
Erik feels a great swelling in his chest at this, even though he knows Charles is technically cheating a bit, but it's still what he needs to hear. He helps Charles get into the shower first, and follows him after, shutting the door; it's a bit of a crowded space to fit two grown men, but Erik doesn't mind the proximity.
He lathers up Charles's chest first, and spends most of his time trying to get Charles clean. It's pretty obvious that he can't keep his hands off, even if he's feeling more affectionate than passionate. That's a slightly different story when he cleans between Charles's legs and his fingers touch where it's still sticky and viscous. He couldn't hide his cock's reaction if he tried.
Still, he doesn't try to escalate this into more than just cleaning them off, mind still buzzing happily and body still aching a bit of tiredness. He might need a short nap before they leave, but for now he's fine. "I want you to know you're incredible," he finally admits out loud. "Everything about you," he finishes the thought with: is just perfect for me.
Charles follows Erik's lead by stealing the soap from him when he's managed to build up a good lather on his chest and goes to do the same on Erik's. It's really an excuse to feel him up. But it's a useful excuse nonetheless. Charles' hands are hungry for the touch, dipping into valleys between bones and muscle, learning the flat planes of Erik's body. Finally he takes a bit of shampoo into his palm and works it into Erik's hair. This requires him to reach up and tilt his head quite distinctly. It might also be the reason why he presses a soft row of kisses to Erik's jaw while foaming up his hair.
When there are inquisitive fingers between his legs, Charles gives a soft whimper but doesn't push Erik's touch away. He trembles at the pleasant ache that Erik has left behind but no, it doesn't urge him to resume what they were up to before the shower.
Since they are exploring here, he takes his soapy hands finally to Erik's cock and the sack beneath, encouraged by Erik's exploring hands he also washes beneath. At least until Erik is speaking up and Charles tilts his head back to look at him. His cheeks were already flushed but now more colour rushes to them.
"Thank you, Erik," he murmurs with a smile that might seem a little shy for a little while and arches up to kiss Erik's mouth. Because he can easily continue without the use of his mouth in the process. I've never experienced anything like this. Not just the obvious or the less obvious telepathy but something else. This is amazing. You are amazing.
Typically, Erik likes to clean up by himself, or clean up with his partner and then resume cuddling, maybe go out and get some fresh air on the balcony or the porch or something. But he just wants to be in Charles's presence, taking up his space and his mindspace, massaging shampoo onto his scalp, getting him all lathered up.
If Charles kisses him anymore then they'll both be a little weak in the legs, but he doesn't care about that really. It's the idea that Charles feels free enough to show off his gifts, that Erik does to do the same. It's the feeling that, even if they didn't know the other was a mutant, there would still be a spark of attraction. And it's knowing that, regardless of where this goes, they are friends. They are friends who trust each other, who live in synchronicity, and who now draw breath together.
Something about that makes Erik feel lightheaded in a way that he knows isn't just the steam.
"Thank you, Charles," he says against his lips, and pulls him in for a deeper kiss. They might not leave the hotel at this rate, and might not even leave the shower until they prune. Still, he doesn't speed up the process, he slows it down. He wants to remember all of this. Yet, he peers at the window and tries not to heave a sigh, it's definitely already late morning (well, late as far as Erik is concerned), and they need to get a move on. They haven't even eaten yet; they might have to go through a (he shudders to think) drive-through.
"You'll have to feed me later," he explains. "And we'll have fast food wrappers all over the car."
Charles never thought it could feel like this, to be with someone the next morning. Usually he's the one rolling away with hurry and eagerness to put distance between them, but no, he's right here, pressing tightly against Erik as they kiss, deepening the liplock as he best can. Part of him wonders if this is the rush that lovers feel in those novels Raven reads. If this is how falling in love feels like.
But for once he doesn't want to overthink it, either. He just wants to live it. All of it.
Erik is alone in worrying about the trip. Charles honestly has forsaken all thoughts about responsibility. It doesn't happen easily, either. The idea of returning to the world is distant and quiet. He knows it'll come and they'll do it together. But for now, he's still with Erik in a misty shower and very little else matters.
"What a horrid fate awaits us," he says, teasingly while pulling Erik under the spray of water and for a moment rendered quiet while he helps the foam to rinse away from Erik's hair and his body.
"You know I could help that a little with..." he says after they both are rinsed clean and lifts a few fingers up, wiggling them in a very disgraceful way of describing his powers. "We can have whatever you want and I'll have them prepare it for us and we can just go in and pick it up, leave. It'll be quicker than drive through."
Erik thinks it's a ludicrous way to use his powers. A total waste. Absolute abuse. But he grins at the novelty of the idea, of how Charles could honestly make anyone do his bidding at any time. Right now, Erik would do it out of his own free will, he's so enamored with Charles. Erik looks so fond of him in this moment, eyes shining and mouth quirked upwards. "Alright," he says. "We could just call ahead and pick it up, but if you insist on doing it your way..."
He offers Charles a few more lighthearted kisses and then rinses himself off a final time, before stepping onto the bathmat. One of them has to be a responsible adult, and that's probably going to have to be Erik. He doesn't mind; it's very strange having someone else around but he's managed fine his whole life.
He'll let Charles enjoy the rest of the shower as he gets himself dressed and starts packing up all their things for checkout, which is-- Oh, wow, which is way quicker than he had imagined. No wonder he's so hungry for breakfast.
Though he wanted to return and be there waiting with a warm towel to wrap around Charles, he instead zips up their suitcases and does another sweep around the room, shouting that he'd be downstairs checking out with the key but he'd be back up to carry everything and that Charles should take his time. Inside he's, of course, thinking that Charles should hurry it up, but he tries not to make it too obvious.
The moment didn't get to last too long, but there will hopefully be countless others...
Charles doesn't take that long to follow Erik. He might be a little slow because his back is developing an ache and his legs are still wobbly but he tries to keep up, because he knows that Erik wants to get going as fast as possible. He dresses up and packs his bags but doesn't leave right away.
Instead he takes a moment to locate a cleaning lady. They're already making their rounds. He pulls her in with his powers, has her strip down the bed while he chatters with her about everything and nothing. Then they take away the cot together. No one needs to be gossiping around about the fact that the cot was never used and there are some stains on the sheets.
Once he's done with that, he follows Erik to the car and hefts his bag into the trunk.
"Nice weather," he says with a smile as he squints at the sunny sky.
Erik opens his mouth to distract the maid but then is left with it still agape as he watches Charles work his powers and get them out of a questionable situation. After she's gone, Erik steals a kiss from Charles to offer a thank you to him, and then goes to check out while Charles gets in the car.
When they're all ready to leave, Erik is still looking at the hotel, a little fondly, much more than he did when they pulled in. He'll always remember this place as their spot, the one where he realized what he felt for Charles. "Beautiful day for a drive," he replies, and then gets into the car and shuts the door; it already smells inside from the sun shining on the leather interior and trapped in by the windowpanes.
He takes Charles's hand when they peel out of the parking lot, and his mind gives a content hum like a persistent machine running background processes. Usually so good at keeping his emotions locked inside, he can't help but have his whole face light up. He and Charles are trapped in a car for at least the next twelve hours of solid time being in each other's company.
"We should stop here on our way back," Charles says as he slips into the car. He too gives the hotel one last fond glance. It will go into his memories as a place of happiness.
Charles slips in a lot closer to Erik today, pulling his hand up to press a kiss to his knuckles when they're firmly off the parking lot. He pulls one of his knees up to the bench between them and leans his elbow onto the back of the seat while entangling is fingers with Erik.
"The adult in me says we should talk about it," he says as they have settled to a good driving speed. "But I'm thinking maybe we should stop and get some coffee and breakfast first." A high chuckle says that he's feeling awfully relaxed and good, smile never leaving his face.
"Coffee and breakfast sound good," Erik replies, scoping out a nearby place with his mind. "But what do we need to talk about?" he asks, a hint of concern in his voice. After all, he thinks things are going smoothly. Like do they really need to... talk? Discuss boundaries, or definitions and labels, or... how they feel? Erik doesn't really think they need to do that, and the only other thing is that Charles might think they're going too fast, or that this whole thing is a mistake.
No, Erik thinks to himself. That's not what Charles thinks, this wasn't just some spur-of-the-moment decision that he regrets.
He holds Charles's hand tighter anyway.
He thinks, I like you. He thinks, there's a good chance I will love you someday. He thinks, I don't care if you feel or don't feel the same about the future. I like what we have right now. You're incredible, he thinks. Frustrating, brilliant, captivating, and incredible.
Well, interestingly Erik pretty much covers it all in one breath. And Charles is left staring at him with his mouth twisting into a ridiculously sunny smile.
"I see," he says after a moment and then dissolves into a high, amused laughter, his head tilting back for a moment because this is just awfully easy and he doesn't know if he's supposed to be afraid of what that means or truly happy for it. He fails to feel any future dread though.
"I think you pretty much expressed everything I wanted to say. Thank you, Erik. Though, you are more familiar with this sort of situation than I am. I've only ever had this kind of dalliances that I had no desire to continue. Yet, I would loathe a thought that this would be the last and only time we managed to enjoy each other like that."
He tilts his head to rest upon his palm as he keeps looking at Erik's profile with a disgustingly sweet smile. You make me happy. I truly hope I can make you happy, too.
Erik is slightly worried when Charles starts laughing, but his heart is quickly put to ease and he tries very, very hard to focus on the road instead of pulling over and kissing Charles until he's good and breathless and the case is settled all at once. Instead, he gives Charles's hand a little squeeze.
You make me happy, he thinks. Like no one else could possibly make me happy.
And it's true, that no one else could look into Erik's mind, really know what it's in it, and still tell him he's a worthwhile companion. No one else could really see what was beneath this glossy exterior of leather jackets and wayfarers. No one has a mind to offer him to match wit, to talk to him about the truly important.
And absolutely no one has a smile as infectious as Charles Xavier's, and Erik tries unsuccessfully to bite one back.
Charles knows Erik is not just the sum of those awful things he's done or the awful things he wants to do. He's so much more. There's a wonderful man under all that haunted grime that has stuck on him along the years. There's a man with so much to give and so much to discover. If only...
If only someone would love him like he's supposed to be loved. Not even romantically so, but just someone to give him a chance. Charles is very adamant about being that person. He wants to make sure Erik knows he's not going to ditch him just because they disagree on some things, just because Erik's life has taught him to be hard instead of soft and amiable.
And that makes me happy, he replies readily, watching Erik's mouth twitching into a smile and he can't help it. He leans in with a sweet laughter and smacks a kiss to Erik's cheek. You're adorable.
Erik bristles a bit at being called adorable, mostly because he's a grown-ass manly man, adorable is something he'd call a kitten. But then he just turns a light shade of pink, because... Charles thinks he's cute. And it ties his stomach into knots and makes his heart beat fast despite itself, makes him feel like his insides are made of cotton candy. It's... a nice feeling, if a foreign one.
"You're wrong," he starts. "I don't know more about this than you do, I'm not more experienced." He feels a little scared to admit it, but he keeps going on. "We're just going to have to figure this out together," he lands on, and it's a comfortable landing. He doesn't know why, he suddenly wants to tell Charles everything but he also hasn't felt so nervous talking to Charles since they first met.
He feels a place nearby with a lot of patrons gathering for breakfast, so he assumes that's a good local spot to eat. He starts driving in that direction, where they'll be soon to grab some food.
maybe something that isn't this clunky. Seriously, I just need to find the time and inclination
"Alright," Charles agrees easily and settles against the back of the seat. Unlike Erik, he's excited. He's not a shy person by any means but the fact that Erik is makes him almost gleeful.
Because look at that pink hue upon his cheeks. Charles can't even begin to describe how adorable that is. He wants to kiss it. And he let's Erik know it, without any words, but just through quiet thoughts and ideas. He thinks Erik's blush is utterly and absolutely cute and Charles desperately needs to press his lips to that heated cheek.
"We'll figure it out together," he says softly as he separates a line of thought in his head and reaches to the place Erik found. He fishes out the menu from a waitress' mind and pitches the foods at Erik. Once he's chosen, Charles makes an order. The food will be ready and packed for them when they get there.
Erik is impressed when they drive up to the diner and the woman there hands him their food and tells him the price, before he even opens his mouth. He's confused at first, thinking she's mistaken them for another order, but then he gives a sideways glance to Charles. God.
He doesn't think he could be more infatuated with Charles right now.
He tries so hard not to kiss him in public, but he just used his powers for such a mundane task, and it was so easy for him. All to what, shave down a little time? Feed Erik in the car maybe? He smiles so wide and so fondly that the other patrons who even bother to notice them are wondering what joke he's just remembered. He tips the waitress generously, and flashes her a flirtatious smile that doesn't have anything to do with her.
It's the quickest transaction that Erik's ever made, and he takes their things to the car, where he dumps their takeout bags in Charles's lap because he can't eat while he's driving. Well, technically he could, but he thinks the other people on the road might mind a little bit. "You're amazing, have I told you that lately?" he asks as they get back on the road.
Charles can't help it. He laughs aloud, high and sunny, to Erik's surprise and the obvious appreciation. He thanks the waitress with a grin and nods at the other customers as they walk out of the diner in record time.
He takes the bag and starts to pull out food as they sit back in the car. Erik's praise makes him sputter for a moment and snort out another burst of laughter. Most people have no idea how mundane tasks I use my powers for, he admits. But isn't it the same for everyone? You probably pull out hot pans out of oven with your powers, too, don't you?
There's a hint of colour on Charles' cheeks now.
"In which order you want the food?" he asks as he starts to organise the containers. He's going to feed Erik, of course he will, since he has an excuse to do so.
Of course I use my powers to pull hot pans out of the oven, he thinks. Haven't ruined any potholders since the forties. But. To use it and then to see someone else displaying it are just two separate things. And Erik just finds it so fascinating, finds Charles so... Charles.
"Mm, whatever isn't messy, I'll eat. You'll have to feed me, they gave us plasticware." He says, knowing that he could easily take his hands off the wheel, but thinking that might get them in a spot of trouble if someone saw them driving down the highway with Erik eating a full three-course meal...
"Unless you want to shield us?" he asks. "Could you even do that?" and yes, his tone is... competitive on purpose.
"Erik," Charles says as he opens the containers and peers in, finally picking one to take a plastic spoon to. It's a soup. They can share. He busies himself with sliding closer to Erik and moving the rest of the containers on the seat beside him. "We could drive from here to Alaska without anyone noticing us if I wanted to," he says softly but there's a certain edge in his voice. Not an agitated edge, but one that comes with pride.
"Let me show you," he says softly as he takes the first spoon for himself, to test the temperature. It's perfect. Next one will be for Erik. The car in front of them gives them way as Charles reaches for the driver. The next one does so as well. They won't know why but they do it. Charles grabs the mind of the person coming towards them and even if Erik steps on the gas, they won't be able to notice the car that comes towards them. It's not a problem to do this. Charles never really pushes himself but he can focus on several things at the same time, no problem. It's just a matter of compartmentalising.
"Open up," he says as he brings the spoon to Erik's mouth.
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"N-no," he says with a soft chuckle. "I want you inside me," he says with a hint of playful air about his voice, playful and oh so raw, eager. He promises, wordlessly, that he's not hurting, just unpractised.
He takes a moment to answer every last of Erik's little kisses, the gentle touches to his hair. He noses along Erik's cheek and then reaches down to position Erik at his entrance again. The angle is not the best as he insists kissing Erik's jaw and his chest while he leans back and takes the head of Erik's cock this time a lot easier.
The stretch and burn return with gusto, the intense sensation of being penetrated makes Charles rush out a moan after moan, his brows furrowed with concentration and hand shaking on Erik's chest. He realises that being on top might never have been a really good idea. He probably would be over the discomfort already if Erik had been taking care of the movement - something to consider for the next time.
He pushes himself up then, and with an exhale sinks onto Erik's cock, his eyes going wide and body shuddering at the intense sensation of being filled to last of his inches. "Oh god," he mutters, jerking up and then sinking down again, forcing himself to get used to the sensation. The second time he lifts himself it's no longer a jerk but there's something needy in the motion, pleasure tickling somewhere in between his hipbones.
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He could stay like this endlessly, hearing the mattress creak underneath their weight, bathed in pale sunlight streaking in from gaps in the drawn curtains. At this very moment, Charles is the most beautiful thing that Erik thinks he has ever seen with his eyes, glowing and shaking and alight with the streams of light that hit his hair and his shoulders just so.
When Charles becomes more comfortable, Erik joins him by arcing his hips, slow at first but then carried along by the almost involuntary roll of his own muscles driving away as a machine does. "Oh Charles," he echoes, trying to muffle his own sounds as the people around them might be starting to wake up and take notice if they're too loud. But in his mind there's a chant, just Charles's name on repeat like it's a prayer, like Erik's lost his mind and it's the only thing that he's retained.
It's almost a surprise to him when he comes, and the only warning he can manage is to tap Charles on the elbow. There's a sharp gasp, a low keening noise, and Erik suspended in a state of a numbing bliss for what seems to him like both an eternity and over within a matter of seconds.
Even after, lying there as if in shock, he feels like static electricity.
"Come here," he says, finally, and this time with more insistence.
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It's not a physical release for him when Erik comes but it's enough to be on the ride with him, feeling himself spill over the edge with Erik. The keening moan that Erik lets out is like a string attached to his gut, tugging and tugging until there's nothing but white heat and his hands on Erik's chest, his hips coming down hard and relentless.
Charles is suspended on top of Erik, shuddering, watching him with wide eyes and then Erik's voice, ruffled with sex and throat deep, calling him in. Charles gives a noise like half a sob, half a moan, and slumps forward, onto Erik, burying his nose on the crook of Erik's neck.
"N-needless to say I've never had sex like this," he mutters while he tries to catch his breath, cheek against Erik's chest, listening to his heart beating.
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"We should get clean," he remarks finally. "We've got a long day ahead." He turns his cheek against Charles's , sliver of his lips somewhere giving him a very technical, very easily-missable kiss. He, too, would love to stay the whole day and bask, then repeat. But they came here to do a job, and he doesn't want them to arouse any suspicion. In fact, he's already planning on how they can buy a few more days, call in at a payphone and tell the CIA that their vehicle is a little out of order, or maybe Charles decided to drive for a bit.
Erik can make it look convincing.
He just wants a few more stolen moments with Charles before they go back. Even though they were essentially given free reign through the day, there was hardly any privacy and it was easy to sneak up on your coworkers and fellow teammates. No, he's thinking they could weasel their way out of being laughed at too much for being mutants, but not this.
This, he'll have to keep secret in his heart, only open when it's sure it's the two of them together, safely tucked away from other minds. They might get good at it, Erik thinks. Or careless. Either way, it's a lovely fever to burn, this new flame. "Come," he says, half-heartedly patting Charles's thigh as the only movement he makes to get up. "Let's get up."
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"No afterglow, huh?" he asks a bit teasingly.
But he's not letting Erik get away with it quite that easily. He presses a hand onto Erik's chest and moves to slip Erik out of his body finally, a soft whimper on his lips at the friction. He can feel the burn inside him and it'll be quite a pain to sit in a car for the rest of the day but he'll live.
He leans down to catch Erik's mouth in a lingering kiss, his clean hand curling around the man's prickly cheek. Idly he wonders how red his face will be, if the beard burn will disappear quickly or not.
"Fine," he finally murmurs as he breaks the kiss and slowly shifts to roll off Erik and stands up. Only, his legs are trembling so much it's hard to stay up, so he sits down onto the edge of the bed. "Well then..."
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He's still thinking about it when Charles stumbles to get up, and Erik reaches out to steady him. He can't help but feel a burst of pride at this, knowing he's made Charles go all wobbly-legged. "Around my shoulder," he says, lifting Charles's arm and trying to pull him back up. He takes the opportunity to steal another kiss, though it's a shorter one, not as lingering or languid as the one he was just offered, but nonetheless affectionate. Charles is so perfect in this moment, Erik has a hard time trying not to have his afterglow anyway.
Instead, he starts the tap, so that it'll be warm by the time they step under it. He looks at Charles adoringly, which is not something he could even attempt to hide. Feelings bubble up in his chest, and he wonders if Charles can read them. It makes Erik feel a little exposed and a little vulnerable; he's always been able to keep how he feels under wraps. Now he feels like an open book, waiting to see if Charles will be riveted or stick him back on the shelf.
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When Erik wraps his arm around his own shoulders, Charles lets him hold them up, both of them while he searches his own legs, laughing against Erik's mouth like he's not done since he was a teenager, completely intoxicated on the sudden rush of affection that floods his mind.
"As often as possible," Charles admits his own desires easily, holding onto Erik as they start to move towards the bathroom.
But he doesn't leave it at that. He can definitely read the vulnerability from Erik without being able to sense his feelings. Erik's thoughts tell him enough. He pushes back the thought silently, making the distinction be seen. I wish I could show you how you make me feel, though. It's beautiful.
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He lathers up Charles's chest first, and spends most of his time trying to get Charles clean. It's pretty obvious that he can't keep his hands off, even if he's feeling more affectionate than passionate. That's a slightly different story when he cleans between Charles's legs and his fingers touch where it's still sticky and viscous. He couldn't hide his cock's reaction if he tried.
Still, he doesn't try to escalate this into more than just cleaning them off, mind still buzzing happily and body still aching a bit of tiredness. He might need a short nap before they leave, but for now he's fine. "I want you to know you're incredible," he finally admits out loud. "Everything about you," he finishes the thought with: is just perfect for me.
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When there are inquisitive fingers between his legs, Charles gives a soft whimper but doesn't push Erik's touch away. He trembles at the pleasant ache that Erik has left behind but no, it doesn't urge him to resume what they were up to before the shower.
Since they are exploring here, he takes his soapy hands finally to Erik's cock and the sack beneath, encouraged by Erik's exploring hands he also washes beneath. At least until Erik is speaking up and Charles tilts his head back to look at him. His cheeks were already flushed but now more colour rushes to them.
"Thank you, Erik," he murmurs with a smile that might seem a little shy for a little while and arches up to kiss Erik's mouth. Because he can easily continue without the use of his mouth in the process. I've never experienced anything like this. Not just the obvious or the less obvious telepathy but something else. This is amazing. You are amazing.
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If Charles kisses him anymore then they'll both be a little weak in the legs, but he doesn't care about that really. It's the idea that Charles feels free enough to show off his gifts, that Erik does to do the same. It's the feeling that, even if they didn't know the other was a mutant, there would still be a spark of attraction. And it's knowing that, regardless of where this goes, they are friends. They are friends who trust each other, who live in synchronicity, and who now draw breath together.
Something about that makes Erik feel lightheaded in a way that he knows isn't just the steam.
"Thank you, Charles," he says against his lips, and pulls him in for a deeper kiss. They might not leave the hotel at this rate, and might not even leave the shower until they prune. Still, he doesn't speed up the process, he slows it down. He wants to remember all of this. Yet, he peers at the window and tries not to heave a sigh, it's definitely already late morning (well, late as far as Erik is concerned), and they need to get a move on. They haven't even eaten yet; they might have to go through a (he shudders to think) drive-through.
"You'll have to feed me later," he explains. "And we'll have fast food wrappers all over the car."
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But for once he doesn't want to overthink it, either. He just wants to live it. All of it.
Erik is alone in worrying about the trip. Charles honestly has forsaken all thoughts about responsibility. It doesn't happen easily, either. The idea of returning to the world is distant and quiet. He knows it'll come and they'll do it together. But for now, he's still with Erik in a misty shower and very little else matters.
"What a horrid fate awaits us," he says, teasingly while pulling Erik under the spray of water and for a moment rendered quiet while he helps the foam to rinse away from Erik's hair and his body.
"You know I could help that a little with..." he says after they both are rinsed clean and lifts a few fingers up, wiggling them in a very disgraceful way of describing his powers. "We can have whatever you want and I'll have them prepare it for us and we can just go in and pick it up, leave. It'll be quicker than drive through."
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He offers Charles a few more lighthearted kisses and then rinses himself off a final time, before stepping onto the bathmat. One of them has to be a responsible adult, and that's probably going to have to be Erik. He doesn't mind; it's very strange having someone else around but he's managed fine his whole life.
He'll let Charles enjoy the rest of the shower as he gets himself dressed and starts packing up all their things for checkout, which is-- Oh, wow, which is way quicker than he had imagined. No wonder he's so hungry for breakfast.
Though he wanted to return and be there waiting with a warm towel to wrap around Charles, he instead zips up their suitcases and does another sweep around the room, shouting that he'd be downstairs checking out with the key but he'd be back up to carry everything and that Charles should take his time. Inside he's, of course, thinking that Charles should hurry it up, but he tries not to make it too obvious.
The moment didn't get to last too long, but there will hopefully be countless others...
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Instead he takes a moment to locate a cleaning lady. They're already making their rounds. He pulls her in with his powers, has her strip down the bed while he chatters with her about everything and nothing. Then they take away the cot together. No one needs to be gossiping around about the fact that the cot was never used and there are some stains on the sheets.
Once he's done with that, he follows Erik to the car and hefts his bag into the trunk.
"Nice weather," he says with a smile as he squints at the sunny sky.
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When they're all ready to leave, Erik is still looking at the hotel, a little fondly, much more than he did when they pulled in. He'll always remember this place as their spot, the one where he realized what he felt for Charles. "Beautiful day for a drive," he replies, and then gets into the car and shuts the door; it already smells inside from the sun shining on the leather interior and trapped in by the windowpanes.
He takes Charles's hand when they peel out of the parking lot, and his mind gives a content hum like a persistent machine running background processes. Usually so good at keeping his emotions locked inside, he can't help but have his whole face light up. He and Charles are trapped in a car for at least the next twelve hours of solid time being in each other's company.
Everything seems brighter this morning.
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Charles slips in a lot closer to Erik today, pulling his hand up to press a kiss to his knuckles when they're firmly off the parking lot. He pulls one of his knees up to the bench between them and leans his elbow onto the back of the seat while entangling is fingers with Erik.
"The adult in me says we should talk about it," he says as they have settled to a good driving speed. "But I'm thinking maybe we should stop and get some coffee and breakfast first." A high chuckle says that he's feeling awfully relaxed and good, smile never leaving his face.
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No, Erik thinks to himself. That's not what Charles thinks, this wasn't just some spur-of-the-moment decision that he regrets.
He holds Charles's hand tighter anyway.
He thinks, I like you. He thinks, there's a good chance I will love you someday. He thinks, I don't care if you feel or don't feel the same about the future. I like what we have right now. You're incredible, he thinks. Frustrating, brilliant, captivating, and incredible.
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"I see," he says after a moment and then dissolves into a high, amused laughter, his head tilting back for a moment because this is just awfully easy and he doesn't know if he's supposed to be afraid of what that means or truly happy for it. He fails to feel any future dread though.
"I think you pretty much expressed everything I wanted to say. Thank you, Erik. Though, you are more familiar with this sort of situation than I am. I've only ever had this kind of dalliances that I had no desire to continue. Yet, I would loathe a thought that this would be the last and only time we managed to enjoy each other like that."
He tilts his head to rest upon his palm as he keeps looking at Erik's profile with a disgustingly sweet smile. You make me happy. I truly hope I can make you happy, too.
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You make me happy, he thinks. Like no one else could possibly make me happy.
And it's true, that no one else could look into Erik's mind, really know what it's in it, and still tell him he's a worthwhile companion. No one else could really see what was beneath this glossy exterior of leather jackets and wayfarers. No one has a mind to offer him to match wit, to talk to him about the truly important.
And absolutely no one has a smile as infectious as Charles Xavier's, and Erik tries unsuccessfully to bite one back.
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If only someone would love him like he's supposed to be loved. Not even romantically so, but just someone to give him a chance. Charles is very adamant about being that person. He wants to make sure Erik knows he's not going to ditch him just because they disagree on some things, just because Erik's life has taught him to be hard instead of soft and amiable.
And that makes me happy, he replies readily, watching Erik's mouth twitching into a smile and he can't help it. He leans in with a sweet laughter and smacks a kiss to Erik's cheek. You're adorable.
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"You're wrong," he starts. "I don't know more about this than you do, I'm not more experienced." He feels a little scared to admit it, but he keeps going on. "We're just going to have to figure this out together," he lands on, and it's a comfortable landing. He doesn't know why, he suddenly wants to tell Charles everything but he also hasn't felt so nervous talking to Charles since they first met.
He feels a place nearby with a lot of patrons gathering for breakfast, so he assumes that's a good local spot to eat. He starts driving in that direction, where they'll be soon to grab some food.
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Because look at that pink hue upon his cheeks. Charles can't even begin to describe how adorable that is. He wants to kiss it. And he let's Erik know it, without any words, but just through quiet thoughts and ideas. He thinks Erik's blush is utterly and absolutely cute and Charles desperately needs to press his lips to that heated cheek.
"We'll figure it out together," he says softly as he separates a line of thought in his head and reaches to the place Erik found. He fishes out the menu from a waitress' mind and pitches the foods at Erik. Once he's chosen, Charles makes an order. The food will be ready and packed for them when they get there.
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He doesn't think he could be more infatuated with Charles right now.
He tries so hard not to kiss him in public, but he just used his powers for such a mundane task, and it was so easy for him. All to what, shave down a little time? Feed Erik in the car maybe? He smiles so wide and so fondly that the other patrons who even bother to notice them are wondering what joke he's just remembered. He tips the waitress generously, and flashes her a flirtatious smile that doesn't have anything to do with her.
It's the quickest transaction that Erik's ever made, and he takes their things to the car, where he dumps their takeout bags in Charles's lap because he can't eat while he's driving. Well, technically he could, but he thinks the other people on the road might mind a little bit. "You're amazing, have I told you that lately?" he asks as they get back on the road.
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He takes the bag and starts to pull out food as they sit back in the car. Erik's praise makes him sputter for a moment and snort out another burst of laughter. Most people have no idea how mundane tasks I use my powers for, he admits. But isn't it the same for everyone? You probably pull out hot pans out of oven with your powers, too, don't you?
There's a hint of colour on Charles' cheeks now.
"In which order you want the food?" he asks as he starts to organise the containers. He's going to feed Erik, of course he will, since he has an excuse to do so.
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"Mm, whatever isn't messy, I'll eat. You'll have to feed me, they gave us plasticware." He says, knowing that he could easily take his hands off the wheel, but thinking that might get them in a spot of trouble if someone saw them driving down the highway with Erik eating a full three-course meal...
"Unless you want to shield us?" he asks. "Could you even do that?" and yes, his tone is... competitive on purpose.
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"Let me show you," he says softly as he takes the first spoon for himself, to test the temperature. It's perfect. Next one will be for Erik. The car in front of them gives them way as Charles reaches for the driver. The next one does so as well. They won't know why but they do it. Charles grabs the mind of the person coming towards them and even if Erik steps on the gas, they won't be able to notice the car that comes towards them. It's not a problem to do this. Charles never really pushes himself but he can focus on several things at the same time, no problem. It's just a matter of compartmentalising.
"Open up," he says as he brings the spoon to Erik's mouth.
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