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The one where Charles shows off his hickeys p1

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Charles/Erik
University AU, Break Up & Make Up

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Charles doesn’t mean to show off, exactly.

But when he feels Erik’s eyes boring into him in the middle of Bio 240, he knows exactly what caught his attention. The dark purple marks almost embarrassed him too much to attend class. Sure, last night had been exciting at first, but Logan was thirty four and a biker dude, and once the thrill of finally being in someone’s arms again had worn off, there had been only the taint of cheap sex in the alley behind The Phoenix.

Charles starts to hide his neck from Erik’s gaze, but then he wonders why he should care. Although technically Charles had broken things off, it’s Erik’s fault they’re not together anymore. He’d been a total dick, haranguing him for weeks about coming out when Charles had only begun to get used to the idea of dating a guy in the first place. He certainly doesn’t owe Erik anything. And maybe it’s stupid, but the idea that Erik might still want him-might even be jealous-excites him a little. So instead of covering himself up, Charles opens his collar a little more and shifts in his chair to give Erik a better view. There’s an answering wave of frustration and Charles knows for certain Erik’s seen. Good.

The truth is that staying away from Erik hasn’t been easy. The guy may control magnetism but sometimes Charles thinks he’s the one who’s most powerless against Erik’s attraction. Whenever night falls and Charles has only his books for company, it takes all his self-control to keep from texting Erik, please come over right the fuck now, I’m alone in my bed for god’s sake and I need your mouth on my skin where are you and end this horrible separation once and for all.

Feigning heat, Charles wipes some nonexistent sweat from his brow and undoes the top button of his shirt to expose more skin. He’d never been to that kind of bar before, never even been anywhere where people might see him and think… but last night he’d come so close to giving in and calling Erik that he’d resorted to drastic measures. So what if he’d managed to disentangle himself from Logan’s arms before anything really happened? Erik doesn’t need to know all the details.

Their professor is droning on about mutations in primates, a topic Charles would normally be interested in but can’t focus on now. Erik looks good today, in a tight black t-shirt that perfectly shows off the breadth of his shoulders and narrowness of his waist. Earlier Charles had caught the scent of the cologne he associated with their marathon makeout sessions when Erik knocked against his chair (“Pardon me, Charles”) on the way to his own seat.

Charles rubs the marks with his fingers as if absent-mindedly. He ignores how sore they are and instead pretends to daydream about how he got them. Erik begins to tap the eraser of his pencil against the desk like he does whenever something ticks him off. Another five minutes and he’s fidgeting in his seat. Three minutes, and he’s muttering under his breath. One minute and he’s projecting Charles’s name without even intending to.