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If anything, the preparation was the worst, sensations slowly creeping up him, prickling away at his focus. This time he stared at Erik to help steady his reeling mind, watching the focussed look on his face which must have mirrored his own. He was very handsome, reflected Charles as Erik bit his own lip and then locked eyes with him. They kissed as Erik entered him, chaste and simple as Charles fought not to lose the illusion and not to overcompensate and somehow damage the people around him. “Ah,” he gasped once they were fully joined, feeling his eyes almost rolling back in his head from overstimulation. Erik stilled immediately, asking, “Is it too much?” in his ear. Eyes screwed shut and forehead furrowed, Charles shook his head.
“A moment,” he murmured, and faithfully, Erik did not move, kissing his lips and then his cheekbones and forehead gently. Charles smiled and Erik kissed the corners of his mouth. When he opened his eyes, Erik finally moved, and as they moved together, they kissed to swallow each other’s sounds. They crushed the freshly cut green grass beneath them, sun dancing off their skin and reflecting in their hair.
It seemed almost as if it would break on every thrust, with every burst of pleasure but though the effort was great, Charles managed to keep the illusion up. “Erik,” he said into the other man’s mouth as he came, teeth catching on his lip. Erik, though he hadn’t released yet, froze for a moment before he laughed and thrust just a few more times before coming himself. Too caught up in holding control of dozens of minds around them and recovering from his own orgasm, Charles didn’t think too much about the moment, just breathing and grinning from his accomplishment and what had just happened. Erik was smiling back as he pulled out, rolling off him to lie next to him. They didn’t bother to fix their clothing, because who was going to see them?
They lay side by side, shoulders touching and thighs pressed together. Erik reached over and groped for the hand the Charles didn’t still have next to his temple. He interlaced their fingers and smiled. “Why do you look so pleased with yourself?” asked Charles, turning his head to the side so that they were looking at each other, gazing into each other’s eyes. Even this was something they could never do while others could see them. Though times were changing, it still wasn’t normal for men to want to be together like this. But they did. And they were. And they stared at each other with quiet love and indulgence for some time before Erik finally said, in nearly a whisper, “Because I love you.”
“I know,” said Charles quietly and tapped the side of his head, smiling.
“Well, I don’t need psychic powers to tell that you love me too.”
“They’re not psychic powers, Erik, they’re telepathic,” complained Charles, though he was smiling.
Erik grinned, and suspicious, Charles asked again, “So why do you keep grinning?”
“You don’t know? Thought you could read minds.”
Charles rolled his eyes, but didn’t manage to say anymore before he heard what Erik was thinking about and flushed bright red, several flustered moments ticking by. “So...that’s why everyone kept shifting around like that?” he asked weakly.
“Next time try not to project back out to the minds you’re connected with,” Erik told him needlessly with a huge grin. Charles punched his shoulder playfully and started fixing his own clothes, muttering, “This is the last time you suggest training for me.”
“It was a good idea. If you can hold an illusion during this, you can hold it through anything.” At Charles’ unimpressed look, Erik continued, “If you like, you can try shooting me in the head when we get back home.” Charles almost considered dropping the illusion before Erik had a chance to do his pants back up but decided that if round two was going to happen any time soon, Erik had better not be in jail for indecent exposure.
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It was the perfect training for Charles.
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:D :D :D :D :D
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When the people around were shifting their clothes and stuff I actually loled, and it is so extra DAMN funny to me that Erik knew but Charles didn't. *snickering all over the place*
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All of this fic was so amazing, but that line was UTTER BRILLIANCE. Wiiiin.
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