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The one where Charles shows off his hickeys p3

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Hearing Erik say that rattles Charles. Erik has never admitted to being wrong before, not about anything. Charles thinks about all the arguments they’ve had about hiding. Once at lunch when Erik wanted to hold his hand, during a trip to the shopping mall, in the middle of Alex’s party when Charles abandoned Erik to go dance with a girl. Every time Erik would be incensed, cursing and ranting until Charles’s head spun, but - Charles wondered now in retrospect - perhaps not attacking him exactly, but raging against everything that had made Charles feel that way, and hurt, too, hurt that Charles was embarrassed by him.

Maybe in his own way, Charles had been just as cruel.

Charles shakes his head. “No, you were right. I’m sick of being ashamed of it. And I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.”

Erik’s expression shifts from surprised to determined and closes in so that their knees almost touch. “I really want to kiss you.”

“So do it,” Charles says, feeling reckless even though they’re in the middle of the hallway.

“Not here.”

Charles must be pretty desperate to let himself be dragged off to the washroom, but they’re locked into the accessible stall and Erik is on his knees in front of his chair almost before he knows what’s happening. Erik murmurs a mix of endearments and curses into Charles’s neck and grips him hard around the waist. Charles’s heart flutters in his chest and all of a sudden he really is overcome with heat.

“Who was he?” Erik asks, though the words are muffled. He’s sucking on Charles’s throat in exactly the same spot where Charles knows Logan left a mark.

“Nobody,” Charles manages to say, holding Erik’s head right where it is. “He’s nothing.”

“I’ll never let him touch you again,” Erik says, and then sharp teeth graze his skin.

Charles shivers at the possessiveness in Erik’s voice. He closes his eyes to block out the white walls of the stall and prays no one else comes in. He must be projecting his fears because the next moment Charles hears the click of the lock. Safe from intrusions, Erik turns greedy.

Christ, Charles has missed this, the feeling of Erik in his arms, the tight strength of his muscles, the intense focus of his desire. When they sleep together it’s always the force of Erik’s mind that gets him off in the end. Judging from the attention he’s lavishing on Charles’s neck, now he seems most determined to consume Charles whole. His neck must be a mess already, Logan’s marks sucked over by Erik’s determined claims, new bruises no doubt already blooming, and stray red marks left by Erik’s teeth.

Charles pushes Erik’s head down, down, and Erik eagerly pulls open Charles’s shirt, finds his nipples, already so tight with arousal, and licks a teasing circle around each.

“Please,” Charles finds himself pleading. “Please, please, Erik.”

Acquiescence has never been Erik’s strong suit, and he doesn’t give in now. He ignores Charles’s insistent tugs on his hair, and instead continues to toy with Charles’s nipples, keeping the touch of his lips light and dry, then bites into the side of Charles’s chest before he can brace himself.