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I think I’m in love.
“What?”, Charles asked confused, looking up at Erik from where he sat on the hard bathroom tiles. It came out slurred and for a few moments he wondered why.
“Excuse me?”, Erik asked right back with a likewise confused expression on his face. He was right next to him, but in an upright kneeling position, rather than sitting splayed out on the floor like Charles. The latter blinked up against the light, which Erik partially blocked with his towering form. Wait, why was he on the floor again?
“What did you just say?”, Charles tried again, wondering if he had imagined it. Erik frowned and slowly shook his head. “I didn’t say anything.” Ah, so he had imagined it. “Are you okay, Charles?” He leaned closer and his expression turned to genuine worry as he carefully touched the other man’s check and turned his head slightly to the side. Charles couldn’t help but tense under the touch, soft as it was, and battened the hand away. With a groan he tried to sit up, which he promptly regretted as a wave of nausea and a sharp pain in his head hit him out of nowhere.
“Oh shit.”, he grunted. The room spun around and if it hadn’t been for Eriks grip on his arm he would’ve smacked his head right on the shower door behind him. His friend slowly eased him back, until his back was flush against the hard surface.
“Take it easy, Charles,”, he said, and only once he seemed sure that Charles wouldn’t double over he released his arms again, “they got you quite good, I must say.” The nausea slowly passed and the pain in his head turned into a dull throbbing.
“They?”, he asked and tried to remember the events that had led to his current… situation. When he failed to conjure more than snips and little pictures here and there, he looked at Erik again. “What happened?”
Erik raised an eyebrow and chuckled, before sitting down in a more comfortable position. “You, my friend, decided to get into a rather unpleasant argument with the local group of bullies.” With a looming idea of how that fight ended, Charles squeezed his eyes shut. “They were pretty open about their hatred for queers but didn’t seem to be interested in your completely unasked insight on the topic quite as much. Nor you in me asking you to leave it alone.”
That made Charles open his eyes again and it was his turn to raise his eyebrows. “You asking me to back down from an argument? That’s hard to believe.”
Erik chuckled again. “I know, but it’s true.” For a few seconds they just looked at each other. The throbbing in Charles head became less and less by the second and instead he felt a peaceful energy radiate in the small room. It took him a full moment to understand that it came from Erik. It wasn’t unusual for him to feel and share what the people surrounding him felt, but normally he was a lot better at shutting it out. Why not now? he thought confused and tried to reach into his own mind to find the answer. He pulled back immediately. Bad idea., he noted, realizing with a sudden jolt that whatever mental barriers he had carefully built up to keep himself from entering other people minds on accident, had crumbled down to nothing. Which ultimately meant that whatever was going on in his own mind was complete mixed up with all those different thoughts from the people around him, loudest and most present of all Eriks. He swallowed thickly at the realization and broke the eye contact to squeeze his eyes shut again. The peaceful energy was briefly interrupted by a slight taste of disappointment, which confused Charles even more, but he couldn’t find the energy to analyse that further. Instead, he slowly opened his eyes again and shot Erik a miserable look.
“Then what?”, he asked, not sure if he really needed the answer to that. “They didn’t like me being smarter than them and beat me up for it?”
A gleeful grin spread over Eriks face. “No, they called you some bad words and then you hit one of them in the face.”
Charles looked at him mortified, not quite believing what he had just heard. “You’re kidding.”, he said, though the amused, but still earnest look on Eriks face suggested otherwise.
“I’m afraid not. It was quite a surprise, especially for me. Didn’t took them long to start hitting you back, though, and before I could intervene you had already smacked your head on the counter.” Charles slowly lifted a hand to his head and felt for any open wounds. There seemed to be a cut on his nose, his lips felt a bit swollen, and some already dry blood had trickled down from the side of his forehead. “It’s nothing serios, I already checked.”, Erik reassured him. “Though I must admit that I expected you to have better reflexes than that, given your powers and all, but I guess the tremendous amounts of alcohol you consumed beforehand had their effect.”
Charles let his hand fall into his lap again and shot Erik an annoyed look, but it caused the other man to grin even wider. Now the memories of the evening came back in full force. Their arrival at the hotel, them being happy about there being an actual bar they could spent their time in (their previous lodgings had all missed such an opportunity, to their dismay) and the two of them taking full advantage of the budged the CIA had provided them with. It had been some time for both of them to fully relax with some drinks at hand since the start of their little recruitment-trip and the third bottle of wine had seemed a good idea at the time. Now Charles couldn’t help but regret that. And the terrible beer Erik had wanted him to try. He could even remember the argument with the anti-queer-gang, though neither the exact words exchanged, nor the moment it had become violent.
“We consumed.”, he corrected his friend, who didn’t seem half as drunk as Charles felt. The man’s eyebrows rose again and he gave him a questioning look. “The tremendous amount of alcohol we consumed. You drank as much as I did.”
“True, but I didn’t jump on the first opportunity to swing my fists, especially not at someone who had the advantage of both strength and numbers.”
Charles groaned again, his cheek heating up with embarrassment at his actions.
“I am so sorry, Erik.”, he started and attempted to stand again. His friend immediately got up as well and offered his hand to pull him up. Charles accepted gratefully. The moment he stood upright his vision began to swim and for a few seconds everything went blurry. The pain returned to his head, and he gripped Eriks arm for support. His skin felt warm under the touch, despite the chill in the bathroom. At some point, probably after dispositioning Charles on the ground, Erik had rolled up the sleeves of his black turtleneck and his forearms were on full display. They looked good, Charles thought, so firm with veins running up and down, a visible sign of the strength he knew Erik hid beneath his slender but well-built frame.
God, he is beautiful. The sentence shot through Charles head with such force that he flinched inwardly, and the pain returned briefly. Then he realised what exactly he had just thought. It’s not as if Charles didn’t think the statement to be true – he had two very well-functioning eyes after all – he usually just kept those thoughts carefully hidden in a well locked box in the furthest corner of his mind. Erik was a handsome man, not only in the conventional attractive way, but beyond that as well. The way he carried those looks, with his straight posture and warm smile but yet ice-like eyes didn’t go unnoticed by Charles. Not to forget his strong mind and the way he was dead set on his goals, as questionable as they were, and how he seemed ready to do everything to make the world a better place for mutants. Yes, it was undeniable that his friend had a certain effect on him, one which he tries very hard not to think about too much. Their friendship was still fresh after all, and he wouldn’t risk that by daring to look a moment too long or blushing a bit too hard whenever one of those smiles was directed at him. So, he shook his head and tried very hard to get his thoughts in order again.
“You have nothing to apologize for, Charles.”, Erik said, the grin still plastered on his pretty face. “It was a rather amusing performance, besides the fact that you are now drunk and probably concussed.”
Charles glared at him sulkily. “Yes, I can imagine you had your fun-“
“-Oh, I had!-“
“-but I would prefer to not repeat it.”, he sighed and brought his free hand up to rub over his eyes, suddenly feeling very tired. “I hope we didn’t get into too much trouble.”
Erik shrugged and Charles had the feeling that they probably had to leave without breakfast in the morning. “Nothing I couldn’t handle. For some reason all of their pants suddenly dropped, and they found it was too difficult to attempt to raise them again and run after us.”
Charles couldn’t help but chuckle at the mental image his mind produced. “I imagine it had something to do with their zippers opening up?”
Erik nodded. “Wasn’t hard to get away after that. You are lighter than you look.”
At that his smile was wiped from his face as an instant, and instead a look of pure mortification took its place. “You carried me up here?”, he asked in shock and Erik nodded. Without any chance to prevent it, his face heated up and he wished the floor would open up and swallow him as he felt the flush spread all over his body. “Dear god, I am so sorry for… all that.”, he said again, but Erik only laughed at his embarrassment. “I’m typically not like that when I drink, I swear.”
“It’s okay, really. Like I said, I had my fun.” I mostly enjoyed being so close to you.
Charles flinched again at the involuntary thought made his way through his mind. What’s wrong with me today, he cursed inwardly and shook his head again. Eriks smile faltered and his expression turned into worry.
“Are you okay, Charles?”, he asked and leaned in closer. Maybe it’s worse than I thought. Though he does look sexy like that, all roughen up.
That made Charles mind reel to a stop. Erik was perfectly fine. Why did he think that?
Should I kiss him? No, better not, he’s too drunk for that.
Oh. Oh!
Those weren’t his thoughts, Charles finally realized, and his heart sunk. They were Eriks’. Oh, this wasn’t good, not good at all. Erik had told him once to stay out of his head and Charles had every intention of following that wish. It had not been easy, having to focus on not straying into his mind by accident all the time, but there hadn’t been an issue in the last few weeks of knowing each other. Not until now. With a load groan he closed his eyes again and tried desperately to pull himself back.
“Charles?”, Erik shook him a little, and when he didn’t respond other than a tense expression written on his crunched-up face, he sighed loudly. Jep, definitely doo drunk. The words weaseled themselves into Charles mind, right through the barriers he attempted to rebuild and that’s when he came to the conclusion, that he was not in Eriks mind, Erik was in his. And not only with some vague feelings or emotions, but with full on thoughts and images. It had happened before on some occasions, but not since Charles had taught himself to shield himself from such invasions. He had found that none of the people it happened with – like Raven or Erik, before the man had expressed just how he felt on other people reading his mind – did it intentional. It was more like they had some thoughts or feelings that were simply louder or more personal than others and they someway found their ways around Charles walls. None of them, however had been as clear as Eriks right now, being right there next to his owns thoughts, almost indistinguishable.
Charles opened his eyes again and found Erik looking down at him with a worried look on his face. He stood closer than before, steading him with one arm while Charles held onto the other. He should probably let go of him. He didn’t, just in case he got dizzy again. Or so he told himself.
“Come on,”, Erik said with a soft, but yet somewhat disappointing smile, “let’s get you to bed.” He tugged Charles along, who stumbled after him out of the bathroom into the hotel room. With a hint of playfulness he added: “Or should I carry you again?”
“Don’t you dare.”, Charles snorted, though he felt himself blush again at the idea of it. The room was sparsely furnished, with only the bare necessities like a closet, two beds with nightstands between them and a desk, which was full of their notes of potential mutants they could recruit. Once at the bed, Charles threw himself down on his with an indignant sigh. For a few seconds he just laid there, trying to ignore the throbbing in his head. Without sitting up he kicked his shoes and socks of and crawled further on the bed.
“You may want to get out of your clothes.”, Erik remarked, the grin clear in his voice. Charles only made a confused “Hm?” and turned his head to the direction of Eriks voice. He was standing right next to his bed, looking more relaxed than he had seen him since they had started recruiting. His hands were in the pockets of his sinful tight trousers and Charles had to force his eyes away before they wandered further to the middle of his friend’s body. “The floor down at the bar didn’t exactly look clean, and you will surely regret sleeping in your grimy clothes once you wake up tomorrow.”
“M' clothes aren’t grimy.”, murmured Charles but complied, nonetheless. He attempted to pull his sweater over his head, but soon realized that doing so while laying down wasn’t going to work. By then his arms were already stuck in a rather undignified way. He grunted, but before he could even begin to feel embarrassed, Erik grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him into a seating position with ease.
“Here, let me help.”, he said, and without waiting for Charles to give any kind of answer, he pulled the sweater off of him and let it fall on the bed next to him. Only when the buttons of his shirt got undone as well did the situation catch up to Charles alcohol-meddled brain and a fierce flush spread over his face and down his neck.
Erik’s undressing me, he thought helplessly, while said man slipped the shirt over his shoulders. Goosebumps erupted where Eriks swift fingers touched his skin, and he actively had to supress a shudder. Holy fuck, is this a dream? No, he would be naked as well if it were. A gentle, but firm hand on his shoulders pulled him out of thoughts and he looked up at the other man. He had stopped grinning, and instead bore a more serious, but not unkind expression, and either the low light was playing tricks on Charles eyes, or his friend was blushing as well. Suddenly, he felt even more lightheaded than a few seconds before. His heart leaped and for a moment he was sure that Erik could hear it beating frantically in his chest. Well, at least that would distract him from all his blood going south. The hand on his shoulder pushed until he was laying on his back. For a few seconds he was just laying there, staring at the ceiling and contemplating whether or not he got killed in the brawl and this was his own personal heaven. The hand left his shoulder and a moment later reappeared on his belt.
Nope, it’s hell, Charles corrected himself with a small gasp, as his now half hard dick gave a treacherous twitch. Fuck, he’ll see. Oh god, this is humiliating. His hands twitched towards Eriks, but his friend gently batted them away with a chuckle. “Let me. Don’t worry, I’m not going to ravish you, my friend.”
“I might just let you.”, Charles murmured before he could stop himself, but Erik had the good grace not to comment on it. Instead he opened the button on his trousers and pulled the fly down. Erik beckoned him to raise his hips and as Charles did it, he quickly pulled his pants down. He barely managed to supress another gasp as they briefly caught on his – luckily still clothed - erection, growing more and more hard with every touch, small and accidental as they might were, but again, Erik reacted with no more than a slight smile. The moment his legs were free of the clothing, Charles rolled on his stomach and crawled back up the bed, until his head was laying on the pillow. He squeezed his eyes shut, willing his dick to go down. Erik shuffled around somewhere close to him, neatly putting the discarded clothes away. Only when he stopped directly next to Charles, did he open his eyes again. Erik looked down at him, his pupils blown and a thoughtful and calculating look on his face.
God, the things I would do to you, were you sober right now. The thought shot first through Charles brain, stronger and clearer than any other before, and then down through his dick. Suddenly, there weren’t words being projected, but images, playing out in his brains as if they were memories. Erik, getting naked as well, laying down next to him, them kissing each other, exploring their mouths and bodies, touching and feeling each other, then touching in a whole other way, Charles climbing on top of Erik, cradling his hips and pressing down and-
With a full body shudder Charles groaned loudly and squeezed his eyes shut again. His dick twitched and before he completely lost control, he slammed a mental barrier up. It caused the throbbing pain in his head to return, but at least it stopped the lewd images. Not that he would’ve minded them in another setting, but now it was simple… too much. He pressed his face in the pillow, hoping to hide the red on his face from Erik, not moving – not even when his friend carefully laid the crumpled up blanked over him, covered his bare back and legs with it. Then he heard him step over to his own bed. He risked a quick glance but immediately looked away again when he realised that Erik was undressing as well. He was already shirtless and was in the process of switching out his tight trousers for a more comfortable pair. Charles could hear the light being switched of and then heard the rustle of sheets as Erik laid down.
“Good night, Charles.”, he said, and Charles turned his head in the direction of Eriks bed.
“G’night.”, he murmured, and let sleep indulge him.
The next week or so of their trip passed somewhat in a haze. After a very awkward – and in Charles case, painful – morning, full of apologies and promises to never start unnecessary fights again, they continued their search for more mutants. They travelled from town to town, to whatever coordinates Cerebro had given them, however with little success. After getting Sean Cassidy to join their little movement, they kept hitting dead ends. The mutants were either too young, or too old to be pulled into a fight like that. Some of the older had families so support and lived stable lives they couldn’t leave behind, despite their mutation. Others met them with outright hostility, chasing them away with no remorse for violence, despite Charles and Erik showing their own powers. And those who were willing to listen had no interest in being pulled into a fight like that. Charles tried to not let it get to him, especially since Erik managed to hide his frustration pretty well. Charles felt it anyway, since no matter how hard he tried, after that night in the bar he didn’t manage to keep Erik out of his mind. Our to stay out of Eriks. Sometimes he wasn’t sure which it was, so intermingled they seemed to him. Anyway, Erik always kept his cool, stayed calm and told Charles to keep looking at the bright side, no matter how frustrated and angry and disappointed he truly was under the façade.
Because that’s what this trip had been as of late. Frustrating. Angry. Disappointing. With each day Charles mood got more bitter, especially since they were running out of time. In a few days, they would have to go back to the CIA-Facility, with new mutans in tow or not. The looming end of their trip didn’t lighten their moods in the slightest. Nor the growing tension between the two of them.
While Charles had felt himself drawn to the other man from the moment they met, he hadn’t been sure if Erik would reciprocate his feelings. Or his general attraction, for that matter. When he had looked into his mind – before Erik had told him to keep out – he had seen a lot of anger, suffering and pain. The few moments of tenderness and attraction had been overshadowed by it and seemed almost insignificant, at least from Eriks perspective. So, Charles had no idea if Erik felt the same way.
Though, after the incident, as Charles preferred to think about it ( he would prefer to not think about that night at all, but Erik with his teasing at every opportunity left him no choice in the matter), things had started to escalate.
Not that anything happened, really. It was simply the quick glances, which had turned into outright staring when the other wasn’t looking, and the wandering thoughts, which turned into full out daydreaming (and not only the innocent one), and of course the occasional ‘accidental’ touches, which didn’t seem so occasional and accidental to Charles all of the sudden. While Charles couldn’t help but grasp every opportunity to drink in the sight of Erik, he found that Erik wasn’t off much better. Every time he turned to look at his friend, he found his eyes already on him, only to quickly glance away as if caught in the act. Through every aspect of their daily routine he could feel his eyes on him, and while if filled him with giddy satisfaction – like a school girl, Raven would claim no doubt – most of the time, it turned out to be quite impractical in some other moments. Like when they were supposed to talk a Mutant into joining them and both of them were half distracted with each other. Or when they were playing chess and Charles was so focused on the way Eriks upper arms were hugged by his tight turtleneck shirt that he completely forgot which move he wanted to make, which had caused him to loose several games. Worst – or best, depending on the situation – of all, though, were the images.
Oh, and what images they were. He wasn’t even sure from who they came from, but since most of them were focused on him – in various stages of undress and in several different positions – he guessed they came from Erik most of the time. Sometimes it wasn’t just him, though. Sometimes Erik joined him in whatever situation he was displayed in. Then they would kiss, undress each other and engage in some… very heavy, very graphic petting. And because Erik apparently didn’t limit those fantasies of him to the time they were in private – or at least not actively searching for Mutants – Charles had found himself with a boner in more than one inadequate situation. If Erik had noticed that Charles had suddenly decided to carry his jacket in front of his crotch all the time instead of wearing it, he didn’t comment on it. Once they were back in their rooms – or rather room, since the CIA apparently didn’t have enough money to pay for two separate rooms – he would excuse himself to the bathroom immediately, where he jacked off viciously under the shower until his dick finally decided to stay down. After, Erik would use the shower as well, and because God seemed to hate Charles, he could practically feel Erik do the same.
It wasn’t the only thing Charles could feel. Every touch, every fastening of their heartbeats, every blush and every bodily reaction to their fantasies he felt double. Once from himself, and once from Erik. Sometimes it was just a presence in the back of his mind, louder than others but still just a presence he could ignore if he tried hard enough. But other times – and unfortunately the majority of it – it felt like Erik was deliberately pushing everything in his direction, so that he had no choice but to take a closer look at everything that happened – or not happened - between them.
So, needless to say, the overall tension skyrocketed. At nights, Charles could barely sleep, and if he did, his dreams were either plagued by the uncertain outcome of their adventure in the case they couldn’t find more Mutants, or by his own fantasies with and of Erik. He didn’t have to look into his friend’s mind to know that he was in the same predicament. To make matters worse, ever since the incident, his libido seemed to have catapulted him back into his teenage years and with very limited time alone, he found himself more and more irritated by his seemingly never resting dick.
Normally, the solution to the problem at hand would be self-explanatory: jump over his shadow and into bed with Erik. If the ongoing (one sided, Charles hoped. God please let it be one sided) exchange of thoughts proved anything, it was that Erik found him attractive, and not only physically, but romantically (and sexually, of course) as well. But the situation was more delicate like that, Charles knew. For one, taking the next step and proposing any kind of intercourse would force him to admit that he had been listening in on Eriks mind, and after the conversation back at the CIA, that was an absolute no-go. Whatever trust they had would be broken and Erik would no doubt leave their operation all together and all the work they had accomplished in the last few weeks would have been for nothing. And second, there was a good chance that there was a deeper inner turmoil going on inside of Erik that Charles didn’t see. Erik had to have noticed something about Charles behaviour around him and the fact that he didn’t act on that change, nor his own fantasies must mean that there was something stopping him. Who knew what his views on relationships between men were, despite his own attraction. Charles had known about him liking men as well as women pretty early and, knowing the biological side of it, had never felt any shame about it. The only thing that had been holding him back from engaging in it more had been Raven and her endless worries about him being ‘discovered (They both had much severe things they could be discovered for, but yeah, lets worry about him taking it up the ass). But he had no way of knowing if Erik was the same. Well, he had a way, but using his telepathy to dig deeper felt like too much of a violation. He was walking a fine line as it was, no need to make himself guiltier.
And so the last week of their trip went on, neither of them doing anything to resolve said tension and rather brooding in silence as it kept rising and rising. Until it reached its high on their last day.
They were sitting in silence in a cab on the way to their hotel. The day had been truly shitty, and their last hope to recruit at least one more mutant had turned out to be a complete flop. The man had seemed so promising and yet sent them away with nothing more than a “fuck off”. Charles knew the man meant it and they had accepted their defeat with grace, leaving immediately. Now there was nothing more to do than spent one last night in an uncomfortable bed, pining after each other in frustration and then take the flight back home in the afternoon. They were both lost in thoughts during the ride, and for once Charles was alone in his head. He was kind of sad their little road trip had come to an end already, even though he was glad to return to Raven and the newly recruited mutants. They were fewer than hoped, but he knew they were a capable lot, with much potential to learn how to fully control their powers. Still, he’d enjoyed the time with Erik and already missed being so close to him, even if it had been frustrating at times. At least he wouldn’t get so many uncomfortable boners anymore.
The cab stopped in front of a plain building. Only the small sign that said ‘Motel: Dorothys Sister’ indicated that it was any less than a normal apartment building. Erik paid the driver while Charles unloaded their baggage, scant as it was, which his friend accepted with a smile that made his heart sped up a bit, despite his bad mood. Childish, he chided himself, but smiled back, nonetheless. Together they stepped into the lobby, which looked as unimpressive , ,
as the outside. A young woman behind the counter smiled brightly at them as they approached her.
“Hello!”, she greeted them. They both nodded back politely, but neither were in the mood for conversation. That didn’t seem to deter the woman, though. “Wonderful day outside, isn’t it?” It wasn’t. The weather had turned, with rain and wind and all.
“Yes.”, Erik answered slowly. “Makes you want to stay inside.”
“Exactly!”, she exclaimed, not bothered by their lack of enthusiasm. “Makes work easier to enjoy.”
When neither of them responded with more than confused looks, she opened the large book in front of her and reached for a pencil. “Just the two of you or will there be more?”, she asked, and Charles frowned. Odd question.
“No, just us two.”, he said and glanced at Erik, who seemed as confused as he was. “One room, please.”
“Oki-Doki!” She wrote something down and gave them a key with a number attached to. “Third floor, right hallway, room 5. Bathrooms attached. Everything you might need is in the bedside drawers. We don’t serve breakfast, but there’s a baker right across the street.”
“Thanks.”, Charles said and grabbed the key. They turned towards the staircase.
“Have a fun night!”, the woman called after them. The walk upstairs seemed to take forever and when they finally arrived in front of their door, he was more than ready for a nice, relaxing shower. Erik opened the door and stepped into the room but stopped the moment he turned on the lights. Charles noticed a moment too late and knocked right into him. He opened his mouth to apologize, but then saw why Erik had stopped. The room was nicer than he’d expected, with nice looking furniture and fitting wallpapers. The curtains were pulled close and in front of the windows were two comfortable looking armchairs with a table in the middle. Everything seemed fine, perfect for a night or two, expect for…
“Oh.”, Charles said dumbly. “Only one bed.”
“Yeah.” Erik stepped further into the room and dropped his bag at the foot of the bed. It was rather big and looked really soft, with at least five pillows and a fluffy blanket, as well as a bedcover. The idea to sleep in the same bed as Erik was thrilling, the stuff his dreams were made of, but Charles couldn’t help but feel a flicker of doubt in the back of his mind. Maybe he should go back to the lobby and demand a different room. It would dampen his mood further, no doubt, but maybe Erik would be more comfortable that way. Before he could voice his idea, however, Erik spoke up again. “Shouldn’t be a problem, though. It looks big enough for two, doesn’t it?”
He turned his head and shot Charles a challenging look, as if daring him to disagree. For a moment Charles mind was completely empty, any notion of asking for another room forgotten and instead having been replaced by the image of the two of them sharing the bed, starting the night on two different sides only to edge closer to each other during the night until they were fully intertwined. The morning would surely be awkward, waking up in each other arms. But there was a chance for more to happen, and the idea of it made Charles blood rush a lot hotter through his veins. Sensing that Erik still waited for an answer, he quickly shook himself free of his thoughts and swallowed hard, his throat suddenly very dry.
“No- yeah, it does.”, he agreed hastily, and Erik nodded with a somewhat satisfied look on his face, as if this had been a test Charles had passed. He opened his bag and grabbed some clothes as well as his toiletries. “Do you mind if I use the shower first?” Charles shook his head and watched as Erik disappeared into the bathroom. He could hear the rustle of fabric and only when he heard the shower going, he pulled himself out of his haze and went to the bed as well. It was as soft as it looked, he noted as he sat down to take of his shoes, and he already looked forward to the night. Then he noticed the bottle of wine on the table, as well as two glasses. He walked over to inspect the bottle. It didn’t look particularly expensive, but he recognised the label as one of the sorts he liked. He hadn’t drunk anything since the incident, to embarrassed about his drunken actions and too afraid to repeat them, but maybe the night called for a little alcohol.
As the water stopped running in the bathroom, he set the bottle back down and went to his bag to grab his own stuff. He turned when the door opened and oh wasn’t life cruel. Erik stood there, barefoot with noting more on his body than a loose pair of trousers and the way it looked like nothing under them, leaving little to imagination. A towel was draped over his shoulders to catch the water falling from his still wet hair, but a few droplets missed it and made their way down his upper body. He was muscular, but lean, a few scars here and there telling the story of his hard past. Not the only hard thing right now, Charles thought and immediately wanted to punch himself for it. He sucked in a sharp breath of air, only to choke the spit that almost drooled out of his mouth and starting a coughing fit. He turned a dark shade of red that probably looked very similar to the curtains and turned quickly to hide his face, while coughing viciously.
“Are you alright, Charles?”, Erik asked concerned and patted him on the back a few times. His airway cleared luckily, and he nodded hastily, but the hand remained on his back. Only then did he realize how close Erik stood, oh fuck, way too close, and even through the layers of his clothing could he feel the heat radiating from Eriks body. Suddenly he felt very hot himself and decided, that now was probably a good time to hide in the bathroom.
“Shower.”, he rasped out. “’m gonna shower.” With that he turned and practically ran into the bathroom. It was even hotter inside and still steamy, so Charles hurried to undress and set the water on cold. He gasped when the cool stream hit him but forced himself to stay under it until he felt that he had his body under control again. Only then did he turn it warmer. He stayed in the shower longer than usual, not to wank, but to let the hot water relax his tense shoulders. The steady stream of water covered whatever noises Erik made next door, but Charles could feel him moving around anyway. He only had to close his eyes and loosen the mental barriers a tiny bit and could already see Erik rummaging around his bag and then pull a black, long-sleeved shirt over his head, covering his body thank god. His dick stayed half hard, but he refused to do anything about it, not wanting to go as low as being the creep that got off by spying on other people getting dressed. Once he deemed himself clean enough, he got out of the shower and made quick work of getting dry and dressed. Unlike Erik he had the decency to cover himself a bit more, before drying of his hair as good as possible and walking back out.
Erik had made himself comfortable on one of the armchairs and had placed their travel-sized chess board as well as the two – now full – wineglasses on the table. He offered him a warm smile and Charles returned it while putting his dirty laundry in his bag. Then he sat down on the other chair. With his head he gestured towards the wine.
“Do you really think it’s a good idea to offer me alcohol again after the disaster last time?”, he asked, half-jokingly. Erik chuckled in return and nudged one of the glasses closer to him.
“I wouldn’t call it a disaster, really, it was a perfectly enjoyable night.” Especially the end. Charles ignored the foreign thought and snorted, but reached for the glass, nonetheless.
“Yeah, for you maybe. You didn’t wake up with a massive hangover.”
“Oh, I was hangover, but the sight of you being so…” Beautifull, hot, sexy, half-naked. “…trippy was more than enough to ignore it.”
Charles felt himself growing warm with the unsaid thoughts, but tried to not let it show. Instead, he gave Erik what he hoped was a cheeky grin and said: “How nice that you enjoyed yourself. Maybe tonight you can have your fun without it being at my expense.”
For a moment there was something hot in Eriks gaze. I hope I can have my fun with you. Then it was gone again and Charles wondered if it had been really there. He shook off the images that tried to arise in his mind again. “This time there’s no one around you could challenge to a fistfight.”, Erik said with a grin. “Well, except me, but to be honest, I can’t really picture us fighting, so your chances for a peaceful evening are rather high.” He lifted his glass and Charles mirrored his motion.
“Well then, to our successful road trip.”, he exclaimed. Charles wasn’t entirely sure if he would call it successful but said nothing on the matter. They clinked their glasses together and drank without looking away from each other. Charles couldn’t help but think about how Eriks Adams apple bobbed up and down with every gulp and how much he would like to kiss it. Then he thought about how nice his own fingers looked, holding the delicate glass and how they would look like holding something else. Oops, not my thoughts. Still, they were inciting and for a moment he regretted not wanking in the shower when he had the chance.
He quickly swallowed the last of the wine in his mouth and then sat the glass down a tad too hard. He shuffled forward in his seat and set up the chess board.
“Up for a game? While we’re still sober?”
Almost the entire bottle of wine later, they had lapsed back into a somewhat comfortable silence again. The chess board laid forgotten on the table, neither of them knowing whose move it was anyway. Charles was thinking about the encounter with the promising mutant in the bar earlier, already feeling the frustration about the short interaction rising again. They had found so many through Cerebro and had left the CIA with so much hope, only to return with only four of them.
Erik, as it seemed, had already accepted the situation and occupied his mind with a more on-hand topic: Charles. His thoughts and fantasies had been an ever-growing presence during the whole game and their conversation, but once they had stopped playing it was as if he was trying to knock down the door to Charles mind with them. For some time he’s tried to ignore it, but the pounding got louder and louder with every minute, and Charles got tenser and tenser. He sighed deeply and turned his gaze towards his friend. With a start he realized that Erik was already looking right back at him, and this time he didn’t look away. Blame it on the alcohol, or the rising tension during the last week, but neither did Charles. He stared right back at his friend, taking in the sight of him with an unwavering gaze. After a few seconds – or minutes, Charles wasn’t sure at that point -, Erik broke the silence.
“What are you thinking about?”, he asked without looking away.
“The man back at the bar.”, he answered truthfully. “The whole trip to be honest. How many more mutants might be out there, living in hiding.”
Erik hummed in understanding. “You shouldn’t let it get to you. When we succeed with our… mission, we can come back for them. Help them understand their gifts and teach them.”
“Hm.”, was all Charles said. He took another swing of wine and leaned back in his seat. “What are you thinking about.”
The other man shrugged nonchalantly. “Nothing, really.”
It was a blatant lie and for some reason Charles couldn’t quite explain, it made his blood boil for a whole other reason. Erik wasn’t thinking about nothing, and he must’ve known that Charles knew that. The whole week, hell, the whole trip probably, he thought about little else than getting into bed with him and had been practically shoving those thoughts onto Charles nonstop. And those scandalous looks he had kept on shooting him, and those touches and stepping out of the bathroom without a shirt like he was straight from Charles deepest fantasies. And then more or less telling him to share a bed with him! Just so that he could sit here in front of him, with that way too tight shirt and way too lose trousers on, claiming he was thinking about nothing. That was too much, even for ever-patient Charles. Maybe he isn’t insecure about his sexuality., he thought as a deep frown appeared on his face. Maybe he’s just a fucking tease.
Eriks expression hadn’t changed one bit. He was still sitting there like the smug asshole he was, sipping his wine, and that agitated Charles even further. Without thinking about it any longer, he opened the door Erik had been trying to kick in with his thoughts. Immediately images, words and feelings rushed in, and it took everything in him not to gasp at the sensation. Loudest of all were whatever Erik was currently thinking apparently.
Hell, he’s so cute, frowning like that. Charles had to finally break of the eye contact in order to not scoff at that. Cute my ass, he thought bitterly. A picture of him frowning like that, but in a whole different situation shot through his head and he felt his blood rushing south. He quickly took another large gulp of wine, ignoring the tiny voice in his head that told him to stop drinking. Already was the alcohol causing a pleasant buzz in the back of his mind. It did little to fight of the tension rising in him, causing his left leg to bounce up and down and his hands clenching and unclenching with nothing to grab, other than the glass of wine which seemed to empty itself at an alarming rate.
It's such a pity this trip is ending already. The things I would do to him if given the chance.
His heartrate sped up even further and he could feel his face growing hot. Oh god, he’s going to kill me if this goes on.
“Nothing, hm?”, he retorted dryly, his brows rising up, hoping that the blush wasn’t as visible as it felt.
“Yes, nothing.”, Erik kept on lying, either out of spite or because he truly didn’t get that he was projecting everything at Charles. “Just enjoying the moment.”
Charles nodded slowly, despite feeling like he would explode any second.
His lips look so soft. I would really like to kiss him.
That was when something in Charles snapped. Fuck it, was all he thought, before saying low and steady: “Do it, then.”
Everyone of Erik thoughts in his head reeled to an abrupt stop and for a few blissful seconds there was only silence.
“What?”, was all Erik said with a dumbstruck expression on his face. Charles didn’t let the – surprisingly sincere – surprise on his friend’s face deter him and he stood slowly. For a short moment the edges of his vision blurred, thanks to the wine, but Erik stayed in sharp focus.
“Do it.”, he said again, and then clarified: “What you’re thinking about. I’ve seen more than enough of the things you think about all the time.” He carefully made his way around the table and stalked closer to Erik, who still hadn’t moved. As he came to a stop right next to the other chair and looked down at his friend with a hungry expression, Erik seemed to accepted that he had been caught. The corners of his mouth tucked up with amusement.
“Where you in my head again, Charles?”, he asked tauntingly. The ass doesn’t even have the decency to be embarrassed, Charles thought. Very slowly, he placed either of his knees on the chair, next to Eriks thighs and basically crawled onto the other man’s lap. He propped on arm on the backrest, while placing the other right in the middle of his chest to force him to lean back in the chair.
“No. You were in my head.”, he clarified and fixed him with an accusingly stare. “And while all those ideas of what you can do with me can be quite enjoyable in the right circumstances,-“ Eriks grin widened, knowing exactly what Charles was talking about. “-they can also be pretty inconvenient.”
“Oh really.”, Erik breathed, feigning innocence.
“Like when we’re supposed to talk someone into joining us, but all you think about is to what extent you can use your powers in the bedroom.”
“Ah, so that’s why you turned so red all of the sudden.”, he chuckled, and Charles slightly pinched his nipple for it, which earned him a gasp. “And here I was thinking-“
Charles stopped him with a finger to the mouth. “I know exactly what you’ve been thinking about, trust me, my head was full of it for the last week and to be frank, I can’t take it anymore.” He leaned closer, removing his finger. He didn’t miss how Eriks eyes darted down on his lips for a split second. “So how about you take us both out of our misery, stop with the thinking and start with the doing.”
Erik hummed in agreement, before raising his head to meet him mid movement. Their lips crashed together, and all Charles could think was ‘finally!’ as their mouths moved against each other. He sighed into the kiss and felt his body deflate against Eriks, whose hands found their place at his waist, squeezing gently before sneaking around his upper body to pull him into an embrace, until their bodies were flush against each other. After what felt like an eternity, but still way too short, they separated. Both were breathing hard, the lack of oxygen making them dizzy. Or – in Charles case at least – the arousal pooling deep in his stomach, making itself known as his blood continued its journey downwards. He was staring deeply in Eriks eyes, getting lost in the ice blue for a moment, as Eriks hands continued to roam over his body. Then they dipped lower, until they were on the small of his back, just over the waistband of his trousers. He gently, but firmly pressed down, wordlessly urging him to sit down fully on his tights and-
Oh. Guess he really wasn’t wearing anything under those pants.
Charles gasped embarrassingly loud at the feeling of them touching, suddenly wishing the layers of clothing between them gone. Erik used the moment to kiss him again, this time with more urgency. Charles gasped anew then he felt teeth nipping at his lower lip and opened his mouth to grant Erik access. His tongue immediately began exploring, licking inside his mouth, making Charles moan into the kiss. It was pretty unfair that he was the only one making lewd noises, so he rolled his hips against Eriks crotch, bringing a load moan out of him as their erections rubbed against each other. They broke apart again, both panting, breathing in each other’s air. Charles kept grinding, chasing every friction he could get, mentally damming his past self for deciding to wear underwear. A particularly hard thrust made Eriks eyes roll back, and he tried to lift his hips. His head dipped back, and Charles used the opportunity to attack him with more kisses. He planted them alongside his jaw and then some on his throat. He bit playfully, if a little harder than intended, and Eriks grip on his hips hardened as a sinful moan erupted from his mouth.
“God, Charles-“, Erik breathed, his low voice causing Charles stomach to twist with arousal. He continued his work an began sucking hard on the side of his neck, occasionally biting down until a dark red bruise began to form. Once he was satisfied he tried to move further down but was restricted by the hem of Eriks shirt. His hands dislodged from behind Eriks head, where he had been hanging onto the other man like a lifeline, and tucked at the shirt until Erik got the message. He was quick to pull it over his head, momentarily pausing his attempt to grind himself up at Charles. The moment his chest was bare Charles leaned back in, this time kissing and sucking at his collarbone, leaving behind a trail of marks and bruises. He was so absorbed in his task to bring his mouth on every inch of Eriks skin that he completely missed the hand that had sneaked into his hair until it gripped down and harshly pulled his head back, arching his back. Charles gasped at the sting and for a moment he saw stars. Erik had stopped moving his hips and Charles had to do the same for a moment to keep himself from coming there and then. The other hand still gripping his hair, Erik let the other roam over his front, rubbing his skin through his shirt. Then he let it dip under it, just a bit, caressing his lower stomach.
“There’s far too much clothing on you.”, he murmured and pulled the shirt up. Charles let him, not able to supress the whimper that came out of his mouth. The hand let go of his hair and he looked down, shuddering at the sight that greeted him. Erik looked as hard as he felt, even through his pants. A wet spot had already started forming and Charles wished for nothing more than to bend down and lick it up. Before he could follow through with his wish, though, Erik leaned forward and blocked the view, as he took his turn in kissing him in every spot he could reach. He bit down right where his neck met his shoulder and Charles let out a moan so loud he slapped his hand over his mouth, suddenly remembering they were at a hotel with god know how many other people. Erik gently grasped his hand and pulled it away, replacing it with his mouth. Charles kissed him back, their teeth knocking against each other with the force. One of Eriks hands found their way into his hair again, gripping, but not pulling it. The other slid over his torso, before stopping at his right nipple. He pressed down with his thumb, first gently, then – at Charles gasp – harder, then rubbing it in steady circles. Charles moaned into the kiss and Erik broke away, a teasing grin on his face.
“Like that?”, he asked sheepishly, and Charles had to bit his lip to keep himself from moaning again. Erik chuckled and continued sucking on various spots on his neck, one seemingly more sensitive than the other, all while rubbing and occasionally pinching his nipples. Charles tried his best to supress his whimpers, but Erik wouldn’t have that.
‘Don’t.’, a familiar voice said in his head and Charles flinched. ‘Let me hear you.’
‘How- How are you doing that?’, he asked, projecting his thoughts in Eriks head since his mouth didn’t seem to properly function anymore. Instead of answering, Erik bowed down lower and took one of his nipples in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue.
“Ah-“ Charles arched up into the touch. Eriks free hand grabbed his hip and urged him to start grinding again. Charles obliged without even realizing it. The hand in his hair started tugging again, and between the sweet stings at his head, the teasing lips on one nipple, the persisting rubbing over the other and the friction at his dick, he found himself barrelling towards the edge at an embarrassingly quick pace.
“Erik-“, he gasped, his voice failing him, just like his hips who didn’t stop moving despite his best efforts to slow things down. He could feel the coil of arousal in his stomach tightening and as a spurt of precum dropped into his underwear, he slammed one hand on Eriks shoulder.
“Erik-“, he tried again, “I’m gonna-“
Erik hummed against his nipple. ‘Good.’, was all he could hear in his head and as another strangely sound came out of his throat, Erik bit down on his nipple hard. That was all it took to tip Charles over. His head fell back with a loud cry, and his hands gripped at Eriks shoulders hard enough to leave bruises. His whole body tensed up and spurt after spurt of cum shot out of his dick, soiling his already wet underwear. He kept grinding his hips through the high, gasping lewdly, encouraged by Eriks persistent pushing and pulling with his hand, until the stimulation became too much. One of his hands grabbed Eriks to stop him, while the other tugged at his hair. With a wet sound he finally let go of Charles nipple, the cool air of the room replacing the hotness of Eriks mouth. The feeling made Charles shudder, but it was barely noticeable due to his muscles spasming and legs shaking from the aftershocks.
“You okay up there?”, Erik asked, sounding breathless. Charles looked down at him and the sight that greeted him made his spent dick twitch one last time. Erik looked as debauched as Charles felt, looking up at him with hooded eyes. His face was flushed and his lips swollen to a deep red. Charles nodded, not trusting his voice between the pants as he tried to normalize his breathing. Eriks hands had left his hip and hair and instead started caressing his back in slow, soothing circles. After a few moments of simple staring at the other man, - or rather his lips, to be more specific – Charles leaned down to press his lips against Eriks, who immediately kissed him back hungrily. The hands on his back suddenly wandered lower and Charles stomach flipped as they landed on his ass, grabbing and kneading his buttocks through his trousers. He gasped into the kiss, and on a whim began sucking on Eriks tongue. A deep moan left his mouth and his hips jerked up, right into Charles, who hissed at the contact and broke the kiss. Erik felt as hard as a rock and when Charles looked down, he decided that if he couldn’t get his mouth on his dick right this instant, he would cease to exist.
“No need for such drastic measures, darling.”, Erik chuckled, but the expression on his face, that bordered starkly on desperate, told Charles that he wasn’t at all opposed to the idea. His mind made up, he leaned back in, planting filthy kisses on his lips, then his jaw and neck. As he moved further down, he let his hands drift over his upper body. He paused shortly on his nipples, teasing and twisting them, earning him a similar reaction as earlier, before letting his hand dip lower, right at the hem of Erik pants. He briefly stopped his advances with his mouth to relish the way Eriks muscles rolled and hardened under his touch. When he had enough, he resumed his trail of kisses.
‘You’re tease, you know that?’, Erik asked in his head and Charles couldn’t help but smirk.
‘What gave it away?’ Before Erik could answer, he gave in and firmly grasped the bulge. They both gasped, Erik at the sudden contact and Charles because oh fuck, that thing was huge. He was momentarily thrown of track, but before he could even begin to wonder where Erik had kept all that the whole time, Erik began pressing up into his hand, throwing his head back at the bit of relief the pressure seemed to grant him. That brought Charles back to the present. He licked his lips in anticipation and slowly climbed down from Eriks laps to kneel between the others legs. Still massaging his dick with his hand, he nudged closer and then swiftly replaced his hand with his mouth. Eriks hips jerked, and a loud curse left his mouth. Charles smiled to himself and began mouthing at the clothed dick. While he could’ve stayed like that for hours, Erik seemed to get impatient and one of his hands found his way into his hair again.
‘Fucking- tease-‘, he thought, and now even like this he sounded out of breath. Charles decided to take him out of his misery and tugged at his trousers. Erik complied immediately, lifted his hips of the cushion and shrugged his pants down with speed that made Charles chuckle. His humour was short lived however, once Eriks dick sprang free of the confines of his clothes. His mouth watered at the sight that greeted him. It was long, longer than Charles, and thicker and cut, though that was to be expected. The head was flushed in a violent red and shiny with precum that dripped steadily onto his stomach. Charles slowly reached out and wrapped his hand around it. It was heavy and hot, almost burningly so, and as he started moving his hand up and down he could feel it throb.
“You gonna stare all day?”, Erik huffed impatiently, but there was no real bite to it. Charles grinned, leaned in and finally wrapped his lips around his dick. Whatever sound Erik made was lost to Charles as he finally tasted the other man. He sucked at the head for a few moments, lapping up the salty beads of precum that trickled out of it, before taking him deeper into his mouth. The hand was back in his hair, pulling and pushing him not too gently. Charles went with the movements, pushing further and further down, pumping his hand around what he couldn’t fit into his mouth. One particular movement with his tongue made Eriks hips jerk up again and Charles gagged briefly, pulling up for much needed air. Erik let him, a shot of sorry shooting through his mind. Charles wiped the spit from his chin and shot him a – hopefully – reassuring grin. Erik groaned at the sight and squeezed his eyes shut. His dick throbbed hard in Charles hand, and he took it as his sign to dive back in. This time he didn’t try too take him as deep as possible and instead focused on the top, sucking and massaging it with his tongue.
“You- you did this before.”, Erik managed to gasp between deep moans. It was more of a statement than a question and Charles tried to not let it boost his ego too much. Still, he redoubled his efforts, going deeper again. Erik moaned loudly, gripping his hair tighter. Being prepared now, Charles didn’t mind the small thrusts of Eriks hips, and he happily let him fuck his mouth. As his movements grew more frantic, he glanced up through his teary eyes, and the sight made his free hand shoot to his own crotch, where he found his dick steadily harden again. Eriks head was thrown back against the armchair, his chest rising and falling rapidly. There was a deep flush on his face and neck and sweat dripped over his front. Charles palmed himself through his trousers, the overstimulating having turned into arousal again. He moaned, and the vibration through his throat seemed to bring Erik over the edge.
“Fuck, I’m coming.”, he groaned, as if Charles had needed any other warning. The relentless grip on his hair pulled him up from Eriks dick. His hand kept working, jerking up and down until Eriks whole body tensed up and a loud moan erupted from his mouth. His dick twitched and thick ropes of cum splattered over Charles face, his hair and even some into his mouth, still open from panting heavily. He kept moving his hands, working Erik through the high, until he could feel him beginning to soften. Once he removed his hands, Eriks whole body seemed to deflate. For a few seconds the only sound in the room was their hard breathing.
Right as Charles wanted to look for a towel to wipe of his face, Erik reached out and pulled him up into his lap again. He wrapped his arm around him, pressing him close and then their lips on one another. Charles let himself relax into the kiss, ignoring the drying semen on his face and his hardness in his wet pants for a moment. Erik let his lips wander with no urgency and Charles would’ve been more than ready to let himself being showered in more kisses, but Erik seemed to have a different idea. Suddenly his tongue darted out and licked a wet stripe over his face, lapping up his own spunk from his skin. Charles half groaned and half laughed at the sensation, pushing himself away.
“Jeez, Erik, that’s-“, Erik managed to get another good lick at him and Charles laughed again. “That’s nasty.”
Erik chuckled again but thankfully stopped licking him. “You just had your mouth on my dick, but that’s where you draw the line?”
“Yes, getting licked at like a cat is where I draw the line.”, he said with a soft smile.
“But you taste to good.”, Erik fake pouted and Charles had to resist the urge to pinch him in the nipple. Instead, he leaned back down to press a quick kiss on his lips, which turned into some more making out. Charles’ hips rolled on their own accord and only now did Erik seem to notice the returned hardness in his pants. He broke away to look up at Charles with raised eyebrows. Charles only shrugged, before gently nudging his head to the side and pressing a kiss right under Eriks ear.
‘You know,’, he projected into Eriks head, ‘there sure are more efficient ways to get me clean.’
About an hour later, they were both laying in bed, their limps entangled in each other, and Charles mind was finally empty save for the content feeling of being at peace. Hid head was comfortable pillowed on Eriks chest and in that moment not even the looming end of their road trip could sour his mood. Eriks arms were draped around his upper body, holding him close to him, while one of his hands was in his hair – again –, gently massaging his scalp. They were both squeaky clean, thanks to their very long – and in Charles case, very satisfying – shower, though Charles made Erik swear to just come in his mouth next time in order to prevent such tedious clean-up. Erik had only grinned smugly, but Charles didn’t miss the way the others mind had hang itself up on next time.
They had dimmed the lights, and Charles could feel the exhaustion of the day trying to pull him under, but there was still one unanswered question keeping him awake.
“You didn’t answer my question earlier.”, he said and turned his head to look at Erik. His eyes were already closed, but Charles didn’t need his telepathy to know that he was still awake.
“Hm?”
“How were you doing it?”, he asked again. “Projecting your thought into my head?”
Erik opened his eyes at that and looked down at him sleepily. He shrugged. “I don’t know. I just tried to think really loud and it kind of worked.”
Charles was far from satisfied with that answer. “Yeah but… I’m usually much better at protecting myself against something like that.” He worried his lips for a few seconds. “I even tried to keep you out, but it didn’t work. When did you realize that I could hear you?”
“I had my suspicions after your fight with those goons. You were acting strange after that, different than before, and you said some things like you were answering me. And once you were sober I couldn’t blame it on the alcohol anymore. Then it was just messing around, trying to confirm that you could really hear me. I wasn’t completely sure until tonight.”
Ah, the barfight. That made sense, he had hit his head quite hard that night. But still…
“But I didn’t hear anyone else. Just you.”, he kept pondering.
Erik shrugged again. “Mabe I just have a special place in your heart.”, he joked half-heartedly. Then he pulled him closer and with a flick of his hand the light was turned off. “If you could only hear me, then that should mean that your protection against everyone else still stands, right?”
Charles thought about that for a few moments. “Yes.”, he said slowly, when he couldn’t find any arguments against the statement.
“Good. Then stop worrying so much. It’s not that I would ever harm you that way. Or any other way.”
For a moment he thought back to the night of the barfight, and as he remembered the first words Erik had accidentally projected into his head, he relaxed further against the other, letting sleep pull him under.
“Right.”, he murmured. How bad could it be, if one single person had access to his mind like that, especially Erik.
He would never hurt him.