[ Where Erik feels terror, Charles only feels rightfulness. There is nothing he would rather be doing than being wholly wound around his friend, trading sweet nothings and playful jibes like this. ]
You are a bad influence, Erik Lehnsherr.
[ Unfortunately he could never use his power against his sister, even to avoid a highly embarrassing encounter. Running away for a shag though ... ]
[ He smothers most of the negative emotion down, of course, careful not to let Charles pick up on it, and when that happens it's far easier for him to focus on moving closer, on tilting his body against Charles' and basking. ]
I am no such thing.
[ Since Charles is the one inspiring emotions and other such sweet things in Erik he rather thinks it's the other way around. Grinning, he leans forward, nipping at Charles' mouth. ]
That depends on how you'd like things to go.
[ As in who would be bent over what or pressed against who. ]
[ The understanding shudders through him, his pupils big and black in his bright blue eyes. His smile is a sly one, teasing as he drags his fingertips over Erik's stomach. ]
I used to think about it, you know. [ His voice is a hum, low and insistent. ] When you and I were on the road. I thought a great many things. How I wanted to drag you into the back of that estate car. Or suck you off in the room of that club. I would have gone to my knees in any of those terrible motel rooms if you'd only asked [ Brightly. ] You were very distracting.
[ Charles keeps pushing, and Erik shivers as he basks in the touch, his body almost explosive under it. It's marvellous and he basks in it with no hesitation, leaning forward so he can talk back, voice a low whisper against Charles' ear. ]
You're not alone in your thoughts, my friend. It is impossible not to want you, not when you are right there with your bright eyes and your wonderful mouth. I used to think about dragging you into the shower with me once standing alone and jerking off with your name on my lips lost it's excitement.
[ Hands trail down and he presses his fingers into the curve of Charles' body, eyes dark with want. ]
You are not the only one that would have fallen to their knees, Charles.
[ The groan that falls from him isn't dignified, but then when is he ever around his friend? ]
Oh, you sod. Now I'm picturing it. [ Erik, statuesque and damp, his long elegant fingers wrapped around his cock. Charles on the other side of the door and oblivious. He'd tried so hard in the beginning to keep out the other man's mind. He hadn't wanted to scare him off.
Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on Erik's stance, Charles has no such qualms now. In fact he is quite eager in slipping into his thoughts to show him just how this new bit of information makes him feel. ]
[ Erik had long since given up on expecting dignity from Charles - at least when it came to romance and sex. ]
Am I supposed to consider that a bad thing? [ Erik felt no shame in admitting it now; it had been long enough ago that the memories are faint, and he had shared things with Charles since that had been far better than anything his idle thoughts had been able to muster. Now all he can do is smirk, his lips curling up as he tries not to be too cocky about it all.
... And then Charles has his vengeance.
Breathing out a harsh noise, Erik leans back, closing his eyes. ]
[ Charles laughs, and it's a sweet sound, mischievous and playful in origin. Because Erik likes to be so cool, so collected in all things and had mostly succeeded until a certain telepath had wormed his way into his life. Now Charles knows exactly where to prod to elicit a reaction. ]
I am. Though very rarely. In fact, I'm already feeling quite guilty. [ He leans in, pressing his lips to the pale column of Erik's neck and then letting them drift higher to the lobe of his ear. His teeth tease there, just lightly, before his words come. ]
What if I made it up to you, hmm? [ Running his fingers through Erik's hair. ] We shan't be disturbed. And I'd quite like to get my mouth on you darling, so we'd both be happy.
[ Erik adores his laugh, and he watches Charles with mingled surprise and affection - as if, even now, he can't quite see how Charles is real, how he might wake up one day and the other man might have entirely disappeared somehow. It's distracting, and it's enough that he almost doesn't pick up on what his partner is saying until he forces himself to focus properly. ]
I'm glad to inspire some things in you, then. [ Especially if it means he's going to get something good out of it, which it seems he is. Charles moves closer and Erik lets his arm sink around him, holding him gently before he breathes out a noise, shivering under his touch. It gets worse and better all at once, and he swallows a little, lump in his throat obvious.
Fuck.
Leaning into the touch, Erik closes his eyes, breathing out a huff of noise that he can't swallow back. ] You offer a deal far too tempting to say no to, my friend.
[ Erik not saying no he means. Charles leans away to smile at him, bright and pleased now he's got a clear goal in mind. It's not like he hasn't been thinking about it since he first received his friend's message. It's not like he hasn't been thinking about it all day in fact. He can be shockingly single minded when it comes to Erik Lehnsherr and wanting to wrap his legs around his ridiculous waist.
He kisses him again, a careful hand cupping his cheek, lips insistent but still sweet. The drag of his mouth finds Erik's jaw, his throat, tongue licking a stripe across his pulse point and feeling it jump. His thoughts are gentle when they press against Erik's, the mental equivalent of a stroke of the hand. And then he's rising to his feet and taking a step only to sink to his knees in front of his friend. Charles' hands fall to his knees as he grins up at him. ]
Now let's see what we can do with that inspiration.
[ Honestly, the only time he's not cheesy is when his mouth is occupied. So this will inevitably work in Erik's favour. For now Charles is just dragging his palm over the front of Erik's sleep pants, feeling out the shape of him with eager appreciation. ]
[ There's no way for him to hide his humour, the way that he lights up, how he's drawn to Charles - it's the kind of thing he cannot possibly ignore. It's there in his mind as much as he's sure it's in Charles', and his eyes drink him in greedily, prickling before he breathes out, tilting his body up and pressing close. His lips press against skin and he only leans back when Charles reaches to touch him - and then there's more kissing, more and more of it, and Erik is so content.
Erik tilts his head to give Charles whatever room he wants to explore his body, his skin prickling a little with his own want and desire. The roll of telepathy against his mind makes him pause, and he swallows gently even as he tilts, shifting close. He lets the thoughts in, lets them press into his body, he accepts them just as he accepts Charles, and only his breathing betrays how he feels, a prickle of desire that there's no ignoring. ]
I'm sure we can think of a great many things.
[ Shifting, he opens his legs ever so slightly, offering himself completely, without any hesitation. He is Charles', mind and body, and his throat is tight as he lets his hips press up into the touch. ]
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You are a bad influence, Erik Lehnsherr.
[ Unfortunately he could never use his power against his sister, even to avoid a highly embarrassing encounter. Running away for a shag though ... ]
Where would you like to go?
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I am no such thing.
[ Since Charles is the one inspiring emotions and other such sweet things in Erik he rather thinks it's the other way around. Grinning, he leans forward, nipping at Charles' mouth. ]
That depends on how you'd like things to go.
[ As in who would be bent over what or pressed against who. ]
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[ The understanding shudders through him, his pupils big and black in his bright blue eyes. His smile is a sly one, teasing as he drags his fingertips over Erik's stomach. ]
I used to think about it, you know. [ His voice is a hum, low and insistent. ] When you and I were on the road. I thought a great many things. How I wanted to drag you into the back of that estate car. Or suck you off in the room of that club. I would have gone to my knees in any of those terrible motel rooms if you'd only asked [ Brightly. ] You were very distracting.
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You're not alone in your thoughts, my friend. It is impossible not to want you, not when you are right there with your bright eyes and your wonderful mouth. I used to think about dragging you into the shower with me once standing alone and jerking off with your name on my lips lost it's excitement.
[ Hands trail down and he presses his fingers into the curve of Charles' body, eyes dark with want. ]
You are not the only one that would have fallen to their knees, Charles.
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Oh, you sod. Now I'm picturing it. [ Erik, statuesque and damp, his long elegant fingers wrapped around his cock. Charles on the other side of the door and oblivious. He'd tried so hard in the beginning to keep out the other man's mind. He hadn't wanted to scare him off.
Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on Erik's stance, Charles has no such qualms now. In fact he is quite eager in slipping into his thoughts to show him just how this new bit of information makes him feel. ]
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Am I supposed to consider that a bad thing? [ Erik felt no shame in admitting it now; it had been long enough ago that the memories are faint, and he had shared things with Charles since that had been far better than anything his idle thoughts had been able to muster. Now all he can do is smirk, his lips curling up as he tries not to be too cocky about it all.
... And then Charles has his vengeance.
Breathing out a harsh noise, Erik leans back, closing his eyes. ]
You are cruel.
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I am. Though very rarely. In fact, I'm already feeling quite guilty. [ He leans in, pressing his lips to the pale column of Erik's neck and then letting them drift higher to the lobe of his ear. His teeth tease there, just lightly, before his words come. ]
What if I made it up to you, hmm? [ Running his fingers through Erik's hair. ] We shan't be disturbed. And I'd quite like to get my mouth on you darling, so we'd both be happy.
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I'm glad to inspire some things in you, then. [ Especially if it means he's going to get something good out of it, which it seems he is. Charles moves closer and Erik lets his arm sink around him, holding him gently before he breathes out a noise, shivering under his touch. It gets worse and better all at once, and he swallows a little, lump in his throat obvious.
Fuck.
Leaning into the touch, Erik closes his eyes, breathing out a huff of noise that he can't swallow back. ] You offer a deal far too tempting to say no to, my friend.
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[ Erik not saying no he means. Charles leans away to smile at him, bright and pleased now he's got a clear goal in mind. It's not like he hasn't been thinking about it since he first received his friend's message. It's not like he hasn't been thinking about it all day in fact. He can be shockingly single minded when it comes to Erik Lehnsherr and wanting to wrap his legs around his ridiculous waist.
He kisses him again, a careful hand cupping his cheek, lips insistent but still sweet. The drag of his mouth finds Erik's jaw, his throat, tongue licking a stripe across his pulse point and feeling it jump. His thoughts are gentle when they press against Erik's, the mental equivalent of a stroke of the hand. And then he's rising to his feet and taking a step only to sink to his knees in front of his friend. Charles' hands fall to his knees as he grins up at him. ]
Now let's see what we can do with that inspiration.
[ Honestly, the only time he's not cheesy is when his mouth is occupied. So this will inevitably work in Erik's favour. For now Charles is just dragging his palm over the front of Erik's sleep pants, feeling out the shape of him with eager appreciation. ]
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[ There's no way for him to hide his humour, the way that he lights up, how he's drawn to Charles - it's the kind of thing he cannot possibly ignore. It's there in his mind as much as he's sure it's in Charles', and his eyes drink him in greedily, prickling before he breathes out, tilting his body up and pressing close. His lips press against skin and he only leans back when Charles reaches to touch him - and then there's more kissing, more and more of it, and Erik is so content.
Erik tilts his head to give Charles whatever room he wants to explore his body, his skin prickling a little with his own want and desire. The roll of telepathy against his mind makes him pause, and he swallows gently even as he tilts, shifting close. He lets the thoughts in, lets them press into his body, he accepts them just as he accepts Charles, and only his breathing betrays how he feels, a prickle of desire that there's no ignoring. ]
I'm sure we can think of a great many things.
[ Shifting, he opens his legs ever so slightly, offering himself completely, without any hesitation. He is Charles', mind and body, and his throat is tight as he lets his hips press up into the touch. ]