Fic: Psyche!
Title: Psyche!
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: implied sexual themes and general silly crackiness
Summary: The ending of First Class was not what it seemed.
Word Count: 600 words. I just can't manage to write anything long.
Author's Notes: Crack basically. I was feeling really desperate and angry at my OTP's tragicness so I thought "SCREW IT". So please comment. I need the feedback.
“You should have seen their faces!”
Charles is sitting in the wheelchair almost doubled over with laughter.
Erik is sitting right across from him, wiping away joyful tears. An
obnoxiously colored helmet and matching cape are lying forgotten on the
floor.
It’s midnight a week after the fateful day on the beach. Erik and
Charles are sitting in one of the many living rooms at Xavier Manor. The
kids are out somewhere no one really cares about and the supposed
enemies are laughing together like school boys.
“I c- I can’t feel my legs.” Charles mocks his own words before bursting into laughter again.
“Ahahah. Oh God. Your face as you went down! ‘I’m sorry, my friend, but
we do not’. Perfection.” Erik mocks Charles’ solemn words with a shark
grin that takes up most of his face. Charles is red at the cheeks.
“Haha that was excellent.” Charles says clapping Erik on the knee. He
takes a deep breath and calms down, still grinning, “Another drink ‘my
friend’?”
Erik explodes in another fit of giggles and nods, “Gladly.”
Charles stands up from his wheelchair and walks over to the counter
where the bottles of alcohol stand half empty, laughing all the while.
He comes back over to Erik before sitting back down, this time on Erik’s
lap.
“We fooled them, didn’t we Erik?”
“That we did, my love, that we did.” Erik kisses Charles gently on the
lips. Charles greets the kiss with a smile before setting down the glass
he was holding and adjusting himself in Erik’s arms.
“Time for a little fun before the kids get back?” Erik asks.
“Charles laughs yet again, “Absolutely.”
_____
Charles lies naked on the couch, catching his breath. Erik stands up
and pulls on his pants. Charles rolls over, a smile of content shaping
his lips. Erik smiles back and kisses him on the cheek.
Charles sighs melodramatically, “Do you have to leave so soon?”
“Your little X-minions will be back any minute now.”
Charles laughs and gets up, grabbing Erik into a kiss before he can put
his shirt on. He holds onto Erik’s muscular back and shoulders like a
security blanket, pulling him into a hug.
“Charles, I actually have to go.” Erik peels him off and quickly pulls on his turtleneck. He smiles apologetically.
Charles sighs again. Erik puts the helmet and cape under his arm before
walking back over to Charles and lifting his chin up for another kiss.
“Cheer up, Charlie.” Charles laughs explosively. The words sound so odd
coming from this man. “There you go. Glad you’re laughing again. You
have to be serious enough around the students. Isn’t that right,
professor?” Erik turns for the door.
Charles is laughing again, the joyful sound tickles Erik’s ears and
makes it even hard for him to leave, “You know I love you.”
Erik turns as he stands in the threshold, one foot already out the
door. “I know.” He hesitates and looks down at his shoes. When he looks
up again he has yet another ridiculous grin slapped onto his face.
Charles is beginning to love every single one of those predatorial
teeth. “I love you too, Charles.”
Charles watches Erik walk back to his car from the window. Before Erik
leaves, Charles calls out to him, “I’ll be at your place next Sunday!”
Both of them laugh and Erik gives him a thumbs-up then drives away.
Charles dresses and settles himself back into the wheelchair. It’s
going to be hard to appear a solemn professor again. That silly grin
would just not leave his face.
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: implied sexual themes and general silly crackiness
Summary: The ending of First Class was not what it seemed.
Word Count: 600 words. I just can't manage to write anything long.
Author's Notes: Crack basically. I was feeling really desperate and angry at my OTP's tragicness so I thought "SCREW IT". So please comment. I need the feedback.
“You should have seen their faces!”
Charles is sitting in the wheelchair almost doubled over with laughter.
Erik is sitting right across from him, wiping away joyful tears. An
obnoxiously colored helmet and matching cape are lying forgotten on the
floor.
It’s midnight a week after the fateful day on the beach. Erik and
Charles are sitting in one of the many living rooms at Xavier Manor. The
kids are out somewhere no one really cares about and the supposed
enemies are laughing together like school boys.
“I c- I can’t feel my legs.” Charles mocks his own words before bursting into laughter again.
“Ahahah. Oh God. Your face as you went down! ‘I’m sorry, my friend, but
we do not’. Perfection.” Erik mocks Charles’ solemn words with a shark
grin that takes up most of his face. Charles is red at the cheeks.
“Haha that was excellent.” Charles says clapping Erik on the knee. He
takes a deep breath and calms down, still grinning, “Another drink ‘my
friend’?”
Erik explodes in another fit of giggles and nods, “Gladly.”
Charles stands up from his wheelchair and walks over to the counter
where the bottles of alcohol stand half empty, laughing all the while.
He comes back over to Erik before sitting back down, this time on Erik’s
lap.
“We fooled them, didn’t we Erik?”
“That we did, my love, that we did.” Erik kisses Charles gently on the
lips. Charles greets the kiss with a smile before setting down the glass
he was holding and adjusting himself in Erik’s arms.
“Time for a little fun before the kids get back?” Erik asks.
“Charles laughs yet again, “Absolutely.”
_____
Charles lies naked on the couch, catching his breath. Erik stands up
and pulls on his pants. Charles rolls over, a smile of content shaping
his lips. Erik smiles back and kisses him on the cheek.
Charles sighs melodramatically, “Do you have to leave so soon?”
“Your little X-minions will be back any minute now.”
Charles laughs and gets up, grabbing Erik into a kiss before he can put
his shirt on. He holds onto Erik’s muscular back and shoulders like a
security blanket, pulling him into a hug.
“Charles, I actually have to go.” Erik peels him off and quickly pulls on his turtleneck. He smiles apologetically.
Charles sighs again. Erik puts the helmet and cape under his arm before
walking back over to Charles and lifting his chin up for another kiss.
“Cheer up, Charlie.” Charles laughs explosively. The words sound so odd
coming from this man. “There you go. Glad you’re laughing again. You
have to be serious enough around the students. Isn’t that right,
professor?” Erik turns for the door.
Charles is laughing again, the joyful sound tickles Erik’s ears and
makes it even hard for him to leave, “You know I love you.”
Erik turns as he stands in the threshold, one foot already out the
door. “I know.” He hesitates and looks down at his shoes. When he looks
up again he has yet another ridiculous grin slapped onto his face.
Charles is beginning to love every single one of those predatorial
teeth. “I love you too, Charles.”
Charles watches Erik walk back to his car from the window. Before Erik
leaves, Charles calls out to him, “I’ll be at your place next Sunday!”
Both of them laugh and Erik gives him a thumbs-up then drives away.
Charles dresses and settles himself back into the wheelchair. It’s
going to be hard to appear a solemn professor again. That silly grin
would just not leave his face.