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“What’s your name?” Edgar asked after a long moment and Charles was just able to stop himself from blinking in surprise; this was a bit different to what he was used to. They didn’t normally care for a name. Just cared about how good he was, how good his servicing was.
Hesitating for a brief moment Charles took it in stride and replied. “Charlie.” Not too far from the truth but not an absolute fact. Charlie had been the nick-name Cain had so enjoyed using when he’d been younger and he had hated it then as well. At least his first name would remain unsullied by his actions tonight.
“Come on.” He said, back to his usual self-assured self. He smiled at the man who smiled back at him, a lot less shyly than he had done a few minutes ago, and stood up. Now that Edgar was standing Charles realised that the man was a good few inches taller than him, closer to six foot than five, and if he’d been any less than who and what he was, Charles suspected that he’d have been mildly unnerved at the height difference.
As it was, it only served to amuse Charles, because Edgar obviously thought he’d be able to over-power Charles and do whatever he wished without having to pay for it. If Charles were more of a moral and kind person, he might feel angry at the assumption but as it was, it made him want to laugh instead because if there was ever a threat to anyone it would be him. Charles Xavier. Telepath and freak extraordinaire.
Edgar followed him down the hill in silence and Charles could feel his eyes on his back, and a quick peek through Edgar’s eyes revealed that he did look rather ravishing from behind. It took a couple of minutes but they reached the edge of the park, close to the river and Charles looked at Edgar. “Would you prefer your car or the small shed further this way?” Charles pointed in front of them and he knew, there was no point in asking other than common-courtesy, that Edgar would want the shed.
“The shed please.” Edgar said politely but Charles could feel the impatience, the annoyance, the frustration and the warring lust rolling around in the older man. He suppressed a smile, choosing instead to smile, and set off silently towards the shed.
It only took them a couple of minutes to reach it, but it seemed that those few minutes took all of Edgar’s patience, because as Charles turned to the older man; after having opened the shed door and held it open, Edgar shoved Charles hard in the chest and sent him crashing into the inner-wall of the shed.
Colliding with the wall with an audible ‘thump’ Charles stared at Edgar, mock-fear in his eyes, as he watched the older man step inside and close the door behind him. It was good thing that the roof to the side was all but gone otherwise Charles wouldn’t have had a hope in hell of seeing dear old Edgar. Leaning against the wall, his chest heaving, Charles listened and watched the faint outline of the other man coming towards him.
Edgar reached out and wrapped a large, meaty hand around the base of Charles’ throat. Instinctively Charles threw a thought at the man. ‘Do not choke.’ And the grip on his throat remained politely loose and was of absolutely no threat to him whatsoever.
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“Guess you want the full service then.” Charles dared to say, letting his words flutter nervously as Edgar stared at him with a dark gaze. ‘Though if you keep thinking you’ll take whatever I give without paying, that might change soon.’ Charles thought as he saw the cogs in Edgar’s head turning.
Edgar didn’t reply, not verbally at least, but moved his hand away from Charles’ throat to grip his shoulder. A leg came out and kicked Charles in the shin, causing him to lose his balance, and Edgar used the opening to push him down to his knees. ‘Blow-job first. Different, but not unusual.’ Charles looked up at Edgar, listening to the sound of the man rapidly fumbling with his belt buckle.
He managed to undo the belt and his fly, leaving Charles to the rest and with steady hands Charles reached up and freed the man’s cock from its material restraint.
“Suck me off.” Edgar intoned, his words low and harsh, ragged, and Charles obeyed without hesitation. Licking a long stripe down the man’s average-sized cock Charles found himself amused by the sharp gasp from the older man. “Stop playing games you faggot and suck me off.” Edgar growled and he grabbed the back of Charles’ head, his hands twisting in the brown locks, and he dragged Charles’ face forward until he had no choice but to take Edgar’s cock in his mouth.
It wasn’t by any means pretty, or comfortable, but Charles didn’t stop the man, didn’t push him away with a thought. Instead he deep-throated him and chuckled as Edgar gripped his hair painfully tight and let out a quiet. “Fuck yes.”
Hollowing out his cheeks, he ran his tongue underneath Edgar’s cock, let his teeth graze the sensitive flesh, and he slipped a hand inside Edgar’s trousers, using it to fondle the man’s balls in the process. He did ask for the full service afterall. Suddenly, without warning, Edgar’s hips snapped forward and Charles choked on the cock in his mouth, tried to move back so he could breath, but Edgar gripped his hair and stopped him.
Forcing himself to calm down and breath through his nose, Charles sent a quick thought, disguised as a subconscious choice on Edgar’s part to let go of his hair. Edgar’s hand fell away from his hair and Charles took the moment to move back until his lips were just on the tip of his cock. Using his tongue, he teases the slit of Edgar’s cock, twisting the tip of his tongue just right and Edgar let out a growl of want.
Grabbing Charles by the shoulders the other man pulled him away from his cock and shoved him back against the wall. Before Charles could re-organise himself, Edgar was roughly turning him around and pushing up against his exposed back. In the crevice of his arse Charles could fell Edgar’s cock, hard and weeping, pushing and straining.
‘Calm your mind.’ Charles thought to himself as he felt and heard Edgar’s hands tugging at his tight jeans, one of those large meaty hands sliding around his waist to undo his zipper and belt buckle. He could feel the other man’s hot breath on his neck, could feel all the wanton desire inside him, the desire to fuck him till he screamed, the desire to make him beg for mercy, the anger and the aggression mixing and morphing itself into lust and passion. Cold air hit the back of his thighs and Charles realised the man had managed to get his jeans undone and down to his knees. He wasn’t worried. He was in control even if Edgar didn’t know it.
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