Threads (Challenge 20 - Cold)
Title: Threads
Prompt: Challenge 20 - Cold
Rated: PG
Word Count: 100
Characters: Erik/Charles
Summary: Erik loves the way Charles wears a cardigan
Warning: Nothing
A/N: There seems to be a default position that Charles looks like an old man when he wears a cardigan. I disagree. Cardigans can be awesome. James McAvoy in a cardigan is damn attractive and, by extension, so is Charles. I'd like to think Erik would appreciate him in such threads. Also this drabble kind of goes in the opposite direction of the prompt. Think of it as word association -- cold made me think of warmth.
Erik disagrees with Raven’s assessment Charles dresses like an old man.
The tailored suits are fine, but Charles in a cardigan (fitted enough to more than hint at his compact frame well maintained through years of running and swimming) is personified warmth.
Erik imagines running his hands across Charles’ shoulders, tracing the cotton or wool beneath ridged fingertips, caressing the lines of his torso, slowly undoing the buttons, all the while never breaking eye contact, loving the hitch in Charles’ breath, his flushed cheeks and the bottom lip temptingly bit in a smile.
Yes, Erik likes the cardigans just fine.
Prompt: Challenge 20 - Cold
Rated: PG
Word Count: 100
Characters: Erik/Charles
Summary: Erik loves the way Charles wears a cardigan
Warning: Nothing
A/N: There seems to be a default position that Charles looks like an old man when he wears a cardigan. I disagree. Cardigans can be awesome. James McAvoy in a cardigan is damn attractive and, by extension, so is Charles. I'd like to think Erik would appreciate him in such threads. Also this drabble kind of goes in the opposite direction of the prompt. Think of it as word association -- cold made me think of warmth.
Erik disagrees with Raven’s assessment Charles dresses like an old man.
The tailored suits are fine, but Charles in a cardigan (fitted enough to more than hint at his compact frame well maintained through years of running and swimming) is personified warmth.
Erik imagines running his hands across Charles’ shoulders, tracing the cotton or wool beneath ridged fingertips, caressing the lines of his torso, slowly undoing the buttons, all the while never breaking eye contact, loving the hitch in Charles’ breath, his flushed cheeks and the bottom lip temptingly bit in a smile.
Yes, Erik likes the cardigans just fine.