[ Charles shifts against Erik, settling so easily under the hold of his arm, almost frighteningly comfortable with the feel of it-- as if the two men were fitted pieces of a puzzle. The connection had long been there, mentally, drawing the two of them close-- the first spark had rattled Charles unlike anything else had before. These new touches came close, each shooting along his nerves, the heat of Erik's skin alerting him to every point of contact, every little movement. He knows he should be startled, worried even, by the way they mesh in these movements but all he can find is satisfaction in the quell of his wants. Erik has accepted his desires; that alone was a relief, but his reciprocation brought a warmth to his chest.
The question startles him out of his contentment, however faintly, because he hadn't honestly expected him to ask that of all things. He pushes down the anxious feelings and speaks, softer than before, ] For-- for some time now. I think the feeling had always been there, but I wasn't entirely sure what it was-- or maybe I didn't want to know-- but... I could always feel it, somewhere, whenever you were around.
Me too. [ There isn't much else of a confirmation needed, but the sincerity is in his face and the timbre of his voice; pitched low with honesty and Erik can't avoid slipping both arms around the telepath at the shared confession, head dipping to kiss his shoulder and breath in the mustiness of the cardigan that makes him seem so much older than he really is-- the clothing of a scholar, no parallel to the man that Erik's slowly coming to know here. He speaks into the fabric, ] The satellite dish, Charles, that's when it was clearest. [ No one knew him as Charles did; it is a comfortable kind of coexistence that is possible between them, without the pressure that would come with any other sort of relationship. He's uncertain if he's been given leave to take this further, but he threads his fingers through the loose strands of hair that curl against the telepath's neck, pausing to really look at him for a long second, warmth in every minute twitch of expression. ]
One of us should have said something sooner. [ An experimental tendril of thought is extended; just another added level of intimacy, broaching physical and skittering into the metaphysical. ]
[ The brush of warm breath, the surprising softness of his words, all of it draws him into Erik further and further. A little tip of his head, not much, just enough to let his cheek press to the side of Erik's temple. Lips ghosting the tops of his hair, watching them sway just a tad under the pressure of his own breath. Erik had a point, on the veranda when the two of them had been so in tune; when Erik had allowed him back inside, to those deeper, beautiful memories that the man had so neglected. He had felt that connection burn so strongly it had scared him a bit; in a way he supposed he should have been grateful to Moira for the interruption. ]
Yes, but perhaps we just weren't ready. [ Charles wasn't entirely sure he was ready yet, but he refused to back down, not when he had finally taken that stop forward. He want's Erik to know that much, at least, that he wont run or abandon him-- regardless of what he's done, what he wants to do, because it's so much deeper than that. He smiles, it's light but entirely sincere and brimming with affection he no longer had to hide. ]
[ A hand reaches up to hover against the other man's jaw, fingers experimentally tracing along the edge of it; the pale skin and the most miniscule signature of the blood beneath it-- he lifts his own head, bringing them face to face again, the shock of blue that Charles' eyes always hold for him; so exclusively focused on him alone now. Covetously, maybe, be looks back-- and leans forward, broaching the gap again to kiss the telepath, aware that this is entirely within his right now, in light of that confession. It's a dangerously intoxicating movement, and he knows that this will wound them both one day-- but he's too preoccupied with that mouth; fingers now twined in the sweater in order to bring Charles closer, to pull him in. Erik shifts backwards on the bed, breaking the kiss to allow the younger man up beside him, tongue running over his bottom lip.
He looks up, no answering smile-- just that grave affection; the smallest hint of a reflexive authority, even in this situation. ] Come here.
The question startles him out of his contentment, however faintly, because he hadn't honestly expected him to ask that of all things. He pushes down the anxious feelings and speaks, softer than before, ] For-- for some time now. I think the feeling had always been there, but I wasn't entirely sure what it was-- or maybe I didn't want to know-- but... I could always feel it, somewhere, whenever you were around.
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One of us should have said something sooner. [ An experimental tendril of thought is extended; just another added level of intimacy, broaching physical and skittering into the metaphysical. ]
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Yes, but perhaps we just weren't ready. [ Charles wasn't entirely sure he was ready yet, but he refused to back down, not when he had finally taken that stop forward. He want's Erik to know that much, at least, that he wont run or abandon him-- regardless of what he's done, what he wants to do, because it's so much deeper than that. He smiles, it's light but entirely sincere and brimming with affection he no longer had to hide. ]
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He looks up, no answering smile-- just that grave affection; the smallest hint of a reflexive authority, even in this situation. ] Come here.
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