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xʏ ⚡ᴍᴜsᴇʟɪsᴛ ⚡ᴄᴏᴅᴇʙᴏx ([personal profile] shipping) wrote2017-04-22 10:48 am

feels like 1962


Extended cut of cross-country mutant recruiting roadtrip '62.
incogneto: (bro u can't be srs)

[personal profile] incogneto 2017-07-09 01:36 pm (UTC)(link)
"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?"
aberranthubris: (First class: 1)

[personal profile] aberranthubris 2017-07-09 04:49 pm (UTC)(link)
"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."
incogneto: (not the good kind of sudden clarity)

[personal profile] incogneto 2017-07-09 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
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."