He will never cease to be in complete awe of Charles's powers, watching as the other drivers move aside for them as they cut a straight path through. It's... God, it's riveting just to know that all of that comes from Charles, that in that body lies the will and the force to do this so effortlessly and seamlessly. He's got the whole world at his beck and call, and he chose to be here in this car spoonfeeding Erik.
He takes a bite.
"I don't tell you enough that you're amazing," he says, and lets go of the pedal, leaning his chair back and lounging with Charles, as if the car could drive itself. Between the two of them, it could.
Don't hold back. I'll make sure it won't be a problem, Charles promises with a smile, one that he presses against Erik's jaw because he can. No one will see it. He doesn't usually stretch himself out like this, but once he's already doing it, why not go all the way?
Erik's gift is so powerful he could fly them out of this highway and all the way to where they need to be as the birds fly. It makes Charles feel humble and at the same time excited, as if someone had strapped him to a rocket and just lit up the fuse. Erik has the potential to be the most powerful mutant the world has ever seen.
He nudges another spoon towards Erik's mouth, popping another into his own mouth too and smiling around the spoon at Erik. His stomach hasn't stop fluttering since they left the hotel.
"Maybe I am but so are you," he says and he doesn't think he's sounded this shy for decades.
It's not what he says, really, but the way he says it, that makes Erik think he might be falling in love already. These quiet moments of great power and subdued intimacy are, after all, solely for them. No one else in the entire world has this, has a best friend who's a telepath who's honestly into someone who thought they might never need another person to weigh them down physically and emotionally.
And Erik... he yearns for Charles, touches his hand to steady the spoon every chance he gets, catches looks in his eye, can't stop just wanting to be around him.
Good thing they're stuck in this small metal contraption then.
He gets plenty of chances to touch Charles because Charles will put himself in there, practically offering, asking Erik to steady him, to lick his thumb when he slides it across the corner of Erik's lips to swipe away a little bit of soup. And every touch is like a brief lick of fire, heating up an oven that has been fuming for a while.
"This?" Charles asks and he pauses for a moment to just look at Erik quietly. He's never discussed the extend of his powers with anyone.
"No," he says softly, hesitantly, perhaps a little embarrassed. He's never really found the place where pushing becomes too much. He's been telepathic for well over two decades, it's in his spine, it's in the way he breathes. This is just a few people on the highway. It's nowhere close to the limits of his powers.
He looks so innocent, like he's not telling Erik that he has the power to be the most influential person on the planet and all he really wants to do is teach kids and wear those old-man sweaters he loves so much. He is. Beyond sweet, just a guy who wants to open his arms and pockets to everyone who needs him.
And Erik has never met someone so selfless, so generous, so giving.
He tells Charles all this in the form of thoughts, feelings more than concrete things, emotions that fill up a cup and then overflow. It feels kind of like lying underneath the sun to Erik, just a warm, light feeling. He hopes this doesn't end after the honeymoon phase. He hopes he can instill even half the amount of feeling in Charles.
Charles just tilts his head at Erik's surprise. The problem with this line of thinking is that he could change so much. With Cerebro, he could reach the whole country most likely and just flicking a switch in some brains... it would be so easy.
But at that line of thought waits madness. His hubris. His arrogance and it would never be the same if he'd let himself wander down those paths.
Especially given how Erik thinks about him a moment later. Charles forgets the soup for a moment and just leans his forehead against Erik's shoulder. He doesn't know what to say or how to respond to that at all. There's gratitude that he broadcasts back, shy, hopeless, heart-filling gratitude and shame because he's not that amazing, not really. He struggles with his arrogance constantly, doesn't he?
Erik reaches around his shoulders and keeps Charles pressed against him, momentarily forgetting about lunch for the moment and choosing instead to focus on the sound of Charles breathing, the hum of his heartbeat against his arm, how he is in this moment, so connected to somebody else.
He doesn't think he's ever been so close to the feeling of infinity before. But that's just what this feels like. "Don't fall asleep," he says, because then they'd both have to sit up and return to normal.
Charles draws in a long breath and lifts his head when Erik speaks. He nuzzle Erik's jaw and pulls back just a little bit.
He's never felt this close to someone. Of course he's close to Raven but it's different. She asked him to not use his powers on her a long time ago and there's a wedge between them because of that.
"No chance of falling asleep," he says with a small chuckle. "I haven't felt this awake for... " Years. "For a long while."
He takes the coffee from Erik and sips on it, grimacing but keeping the mug because he needs his caffeine. "What a man wouldn't do for his poison of choice?"
The coffee mug goes between his legs and he takes out the soup again, alternating between himself and Erik with spoonfuls.
Erik snerks and says, "Thought you preferred tea? We can throw it out if it's really that bad, I just don't want it. I'll be fine. We'll pick up some at the gas station," he says. It's preferable to the stuff they got. Somehow. Sadly.
"I can't wait until we're done driving for today," Erik admits, even though it's early on. He doesn't think this excited buzz will leave his skin for the next ten hours. And every so often he gets a memory of how Charles felt on top of him, how they felt after.
He doesn't know if he'll survive this workday.
He loosens up his collar a bit, and clears his throat pointedly.
"I prefer tea at all other times but in the mornings." Charles is absolutely horrid about getting up from the bed. He would rather sleep until noon. He's also grumpy and easily irritated in the mornings without his coffee. "It's fine. We can pick up better coffee for you at some point along the way." Charles will drink this and it'll be fine.
He stops with the coffee mug on his lips and stares at Erik over it, blue eyes wide and suddenly there's a flush of colour on his cheeks. Good lord. Just pulling his thoughts towards that direction is going to be a turn on for him, isn't it? He can feel his body responding and oh god...
He lowers the cup on his lap and clears his throat as well, looking out from the side window but what flashes through his mind and Erik's as well is an image of them on the front seat of the car, kissing, Charles straddling Erik's lap.
"I... Those feelings are mutual," he says, his voice a bit strained.
"I'd ask if you want me to pull over, but I think we'll never get anything done," he says, trying very hard to stop thinking about Charles in that capacity, except that now he's on the thought, he can't look over at him without superimposing the image of what he looks like, jaw slack in pleasure, skin scalding to touch.
"Why don't we just drive quickly to the next check-in point?" That way, Erik can even give their contacts a call stating they've made it to the next place and they can then spend the rest of the evening to themselves.
With their powers already carving the straightest path for the two of them, they could easily cut through any jams and glide down the highway undetected at a hundred miles an hour. "What do you think?" he asks. "Too much an abuse of power?"
"I agree," Charles says with a shake of his head, laughing at the fact that they're both being such teenagers about it. It gives him more confidence because he's not alone with it.
"God, Erik, I just want to spend the next several days in bed with you," he says with a bright smile as he puts away coffee mug and picks up the food containers again.
"And definitely not. We have these powers, let's use them." There's something intoxicating about that sort of freedom. Between the two of them, they can cut through pretty much anything. "I will suggest that we fly the next time if possible."
If Charles could make time stop for several days so they could do this, Erik wouldn't tell anyone else. He would enjoy this time they've stolen from everyone else to be together in a world that doesn't want them to even exist, let alone be happy.
He looks over at Charles as if he hangs the moon in the sky every night, just for Erik.
But then he returns his eyes to the road. "Alright. Let's hurry, and at least we'll get a little extra time."
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He takes a bite.
"I don't tell you enough that you're amazing," he says, and lets go of the pedal, leaning his chair back and lounging with Charles, as if the car could drive itself. Between the two of them, it could.
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Erik's gift is so powerful he could fly them out of this highway and all the way to where they need to be as the birds fly. It makes Charles feel humble and at the same time excited, as if someone had strapped him to a rocket and just lit up the fuse. Erik has the potential to be the most powerful mutant the world has ever seen.
He nudges another spoon towards Erik's mouth, popping another into his own mouth too and smiling around the spoon at Erik. His stomach hasn't stop fluttering since they left the hotel.
"Maybe I am but so are you," he says and he doesn't think he's sounded this shy for decades.
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And Erik... he yearns for Charles, touches his hand to steady the spoon every chance he gets, catches looks in his eye, can't stop just wanting to be around him.
Good thing they're stuck in this small metal contraption then.
"This doesn't tire you at all?"
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"This?" Charles asks and he pauses for a moment to just look at Erik quietly. He's never discussed the extend of his powers with anyone.
"No," he says softly, hesitantly, perhaps a little embarrassed. He's never really found the place where pushing becomes too much. He's been telepathic for well over two decades, it's in his spine, it's in the way he breathes. This is just a few people on the highway. It's nowhere close to the limits of his powers.
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He looks so innocent, like he's not telling Erik that he has the power to be the most influential person on the planet and all he really wants to do is teach kids and wear those old-man sweaters he loves so much. He is. Beyond sweet, just a guy who wants to open his arms and pockets to everyone who needs him.
And Erik has never met someone so selfless, so generous, so giving.
He tells Charles all this in the form of thoughts, feelings more than concrete things, emotions that fill up a cup and then overflow. It feels kind of like lying underneath the sun to Erik, just a warm, light feeling. He hopes this doesn't end after the honeymoon phase. He hopes he can instill even half the amount of feeling in Charles.
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But at that line of thought waits madness. His hubris. His arrogance and it would never be the same if he'd let himself wander down those paths.
Especially given how Erik thinks about him a moment later. Charles forgets the soup for a moment and just leans his forehead against Erik's shoulder. He doesn't know what to say or how to respond to that at all. There's gratitude that he broadcasts back, shy, hopeless, heart-filling gratitude and shame because he's not that amazing, not really. He struggles with his arrogance constantly, doesn't he?
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He doesn't think he's ever been so close to the feeling of infinity before. But that's just what this feels like. "Don't fall asleep," he says, because then they'd both have to sit up and return to normal.
Erik takes a sip of his coffee and frowns.
It's terrible.
"Do you want this?" he asks.
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He's never felt this close to someone. Of course he's close to Raven but it's different. She asked him to not use his powers on her a long time ago and there's a wedge between them because of that.
"No chance of falling asleep," he says with a small chuckle. "I haven't felt this awake for... " Years. "For a long while."
He takes the coffee from Erik and sips on it, grimacing but keeping the mug because he needs his caffeine. "What a man wouldn't do for his poison of choice?"
The coffee mug goes between his legs and he takes out the soup again, alternating between himself and Erik with spoonfuls.
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"I can't wait until we're done driving for today," Erik admits, even though it's early on. He doesn't think this excited buzz will leave his skin for the next ten hours. And every so often he gets a memory of how Charles felt on top of him, how they felt after.
He doesn't know if he'll survive this workday.
He loosens up his collar a bit, and clears his throat pointedly.
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He stops with the coffee mug on his lips and stares at Erik over it, blue eyes wide and suddenly there's a flush of colour on his cheeks. Good lord. Just pulling his thoughts towards that direction is going to be a turn on for him, isn't it? He can feel his body responding and oh god...
He lowers the cup on his lap and clears his throat as well, looking out from the side window but what flashes through his mind and Erik's as well is an image of them on the front seat of the car, kissing, Charles straddling Erik's lap.
"I... Those feelings are mutual," he says, his voice a bit strained.
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"Why don't we just drive quickly to the next check-in point?" That way, Erik can even give their contacts a call stating they've made it to the next place and they can then spend the rest of the evening to themselves.
With their powers already carving the straightest path for the two of them, they could easily cut through any jams and glide down the highway undetected at a hundred miles an hour. "What do you think?" he asks. "Too much an abuse of power?"
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"God, Erik, I just want to spend the next several days in bed with you," he says with a bright smile as he puts away coffee mug and picks up the food containers again.
"And definitely not. We have these powers, let's use them." There's something intoxicating about that sort of freedom. Between the two of them, they can cut through pretty much anything. "I will suggest that we fly the next time if possible."
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He looks over at Charles as if he hangs the moon in the sky every night, just for Erik.
But then he returns his eyes to the road. "Alright. Let's hurry, and at least we'll get a little extra time."