[1/?] i'm lying next to you (in all of my clothes) | XMFC
Title: i'm lying next to you (in all of my clothes)
Series: X-Men: First Class (porn haus AU)
Notes; Written for the kink challenge in which someone asked for the XMFC boys to make a porno. Ongoing - I know I don't usually post WIPs on this but I'm backing this one up. Just in case. i also haven't started on XMFC BB OH LAWD
Erik Lensherr is the most distracting man Charles Xavier has ever met.
He means it in the nicest way though, because through the camera lens, Erik is built like a greek god, all rippling muscle beneath golden skin, wide smile and long dexterous fingers that draws out orgasms after orgasms from a curvy girl with wide brown eyes and tumbling brown hair. She also has an amazing set of tits, real, from what Charles could see, and a rippling tattoo of a butterfly (Charles could sense the eyeroll Angel would give her, if she was here) stretched across her back.
Charles focuses on the scene; mind mentally listing the shots that will hit the editing floor. The way Erik fucks her, up against the bedframe, the way she screams (too loud, Charles can see Sean frowning into his equipment), the way she opens her mouth as he takes her from behind, the way her stomach jiggles when Erik folds her up against the couch and fucks, slow and deliberate.
No wonder he’s the star stud of Atom Inc, Charles think, absently, as he watches Erik finishes on her face.
“Cut!” He shouts and Erik instantly stalks off set while Charles head over and hands the girl, Venatta, was that her name?, a towel.
“Good work,” He says, and pats her companionably on her shoulder. She’s red and dazed and there’s a dribble of cum down her chin that’s extremely distracting, so Charles smiles at her and waves her off to the shower.
He goes back to Hank, but Erik is already there, wrapped in a white bathrobe, and glaring at the tiny screen in front of the main camera.
“Nice work, Erik,” Says Charles way too cheerfully, and Erik growls, growls, about how that girl was such a fucking screamer, and seriously, he hates screamers.
“Fuck, that was loud,” Mutters Sean as he wanders over, “she basically spiked my equipment. If the sound is distorted, don’t blame me.”
The company’s name is Atom Inc, and it boasts of everything for everyone. It’s run by Sebastian Shaw, undoubtedly the creepiest man the porn industry has ever seen, not just because his girlfriend is Emma frost, the company’s infamous BDSM mistress who specialises in ballbusting and making men suck her toes, but because Shaw, for all his smiles is shrewed as fuck - he personally headhunted Janos and Azazel, two star performers, from different porn companies, and his ruthless quest to be the best porn company in the world, has made him crush a few studios - which he did, immediately.
Erik sometimes wonder how a guy like Charles - Berkeley graduate, doctorate in biology - ends up working for Shaw.
He knows how he did though, because he was young and stupid at the time, and fucking broke, and when Shaw offered him money, Erik took it without a second thought.
But Charles. Charles is different, Erik knows, Charles does not need to do this.
“Xavier,” Shaw says, one morning, as they get into the elevator together.
“Mr Shaw,” Charles smiles, and tries to squash the urge to move to the far end of the lift because Sebastian Shaw is that fucking creepy even when he is smiling and his left hand’s holding a venti cup of soy latte at ten in the morning.
Shaw is looking at him with an unreadable expression on his face and that’s always a bad thing, because the last time Shaw did that, he propositioned Jean from Sales and offered her a three grand increase if she would fuck Logan in front of the cameras in a BDSM-beefcake special.
Scott, Jean’s boyfriend, was livid enough to break the elevator - they had to climb five flights of stairs to work for the next week after that.
“You have nice hips,” Shaw says, as the elevator reaches their floor, “see you around.”
No, this is definitely going to be a bad thing.
“Shaw what?!” Raven hisses, a black bathrobe wrapped tightly around her frame. She has a scene coming up, where she plays a ditzy cheerleader who sucks a teacher’s cock for grades. Just the thought of it makes Charles’ head hurts.
“He said I had nice hips,” Charles says slowly, and from the corner of his eyes, he sees Azazel getting reading for the shoot as well. Azazel, always perpetually sunburnt (is that a kink?), looks over and lifts his chin in way of greeting to Charles, and he returns the gesture with a small smile.
Raven on the other hand, looks horrified, because she too remembers the fiasco with Jean and Logan and Scott and, “oh god, Erik’s going to kill him.”
Charles splutters rudely, “Excuse me, what does Erik have to do with this?”
Raven gives him a look that says Are you stupid, Charles? but says, “Whatever, my shoot is coming up, going to stay and watch?”
“No!” Charles says, horrified because really he did not want to see his step-sister suck some guy’s cock like a trophy. He may be a producer for Atom Inc and have seen enough sick shit to last him a lifetime but seeing his sister having sex is a line he will not cross.
So, he says, “I hear Ororo is a good producer, listen to her okay?”
Either way, Charles make sure he avoids Shaw’s office on the top floor for the whole day.
“Hey man, what’re doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing,” Armando deadpans to his computer, and suppresses a yawn as he watches Emma stuff a 12 inch dildo up some poor unfortunate guy’s ass.
Alex grins and slides into the chair next to Armando and shuts the door to the video booth, “looks um...”
Emma laughs as she kicks the guy’s balls - Armando almost feels sorry for him. Almost. Because the guy was clearly enjoying it, man, Armando seriously does not get this ballbusting kink.
“Painful,” Alex finishes lamely, hands making vague hand movements.
Armando laughs, “Gonna keep me company as I mix this down?”
Hank comes up to him during lunch, “Hey, professor.”
“Hank,” Charles pins Hank with a look and an arched eyebrow, “Having a doctorate doesn’t make me a professor.”
Hank stammers an apology, and looks at the floor and Charles can’t help but laugh, “C’mon, let’s go get lunch before the shoot.”
Erik joins them for lunch, which is an unusual development because Erik has never eaten lunch with them. For someone who is marketed as “the best dick in the world”, Erik is notoriously private. Charles doesn’t even think he has had a conversation with Erik outside work.
Come to think of it, he’s not exactly sure where Erik lives either, or what he does outside work.
“What’s your next shoot?” He asks Charles as they sit outside Carls Jr eating their messy burgers.
“Janos. And three girls. It’s for a squirting DVD,” Charles says, matter-of-fact, as he dips his fries in ketchup, “did you know ketchup is made up of mainly high-fructose corn syrup? Terrible dietary inclusion,” Charles frowns at the fry, before he eats it.
“And yet,” Erik leans over and swipe a fry off Charles’ tray, “you’re eating it.” There’s an amused look on Erik’s face as he chews on the fry - Charles doesn’t think he’s seen that look before and he can’t help but think that it will look amazing on film, the great Erik Lensherr of the porn world showing that face and -
“You’re staring,” Erik says, with a hint of laughter buried in his words.
Charles reddens, “Sorry, I just thought -”
You look really hot.
But that’s not the most professional thing to say, so Charles beams, willing away his blush and says, “- it’s too nice a day to be cooped up in a studio.”
Before Erik replies, Hank stands up, “I’m going to get, err, more drinks.”
Shaw appears the moment the shoot ends and Charles wonder which gods he had offended when he woke up this morning, because seeing Sebastian Shaw twice a day was three times too many.
“Mr Shaw,” Charles smiles, as he watches Hank and Sean try to blend themselves into the studio walls. From the corner of his eye, he spots Janos staring at Shaw, then at Charles, then Janos saunters past them, but not before he mutters “sucks to be you” to Charles.
“Xavier,” Shaw says, and smiles and Charles can hear Sean’s audible gulp all the way from across the studio, “Got a minute?”
“Sure, but I have to,” Charles motions to the messy scene behind him, “Clean up first.”
“That’s all right,” Shaw says dismissively, “McCoy, right? You’ll do the clean up.”
“Hank can’t do clean up, Mr Shaw,” Charles says and his smile is starting to hurt, “He has to settle the tapes first.”
“It’s okay, Emma will get him a crew,” And this time, Charles knows he is in for it, because Shaw is staring at him, “In the meantime, my office, please, Xavier.”
Shaw’s office is white. Pure, white.
The table is white, the seats are white (Charles does not need to sit on them to know that they are Italian leather, specially flown in), the shag rug is white (Charles have heard stories of how Shaw fucks Emma on this rug and makes sure to keep his shoes on), the blinds are white, his computer is a freaking Mac (27”, white keyboard, white mouse) and the panellings of the room are white. There is a sofa by the end of the room, near the full-length windows that overlook the Hudson River. Charles refuses to think about the stain he sees on the white leather.
The man has an obsession, thinks Charles to himself as he tries to get comfortable.
Shaw arrives three minutes later, trailed by Emma, who gives Charles a raised eyebrow before drifting off to the built-in bar and pouring herself a drink.
“Xavier,” Shaw says, and leans in, smile purposely schooled to show no malice, “I’ve been noticing you recently -”
Oh god, thinks Charles.
The thing about Atom Inc is that word travels fast.
(This is what happens when Angel is in PR because then she makes it her business to know everything - it’s also unfortunate that Emma is her friend.)
Within in an hour of leaving Shaw’s office feeling like he needed a bath, Charles has run into Alex, Armando and Sean. All three had looked at him and asked the same question, “Everything okay, prof?”
Charles smiles and says, “yes,” and doesn’t bother to correct them.
Raven on the other hand, is livid.
“Shaw propositioned you?!” She screeches, fingers curved into claws, “that FUCKING PERVERT!” Then, “You didn’t say yes, right?!”
“Raven,” Charles sighs because all he wants now was to go home and sleep, “I don’t know what you heard -”
“Shaw offered you six grand, plus royalties, to do a gay porno,” Raven cuts him off, and arches an eyebrow at his expression, “right?”
Before Charles can respond with, how did you know?!, Raven continues grimly, “I’m going to tell Erik.”
“He has nothing to do with this,” Charles says primly, and gives Raven a smile, “and yes, I told Shaw to keep his money.”
(Actually, Charles said, “I’m very sorry, but I will have to refuse,” to Shaw, but the man only cocked his head and smiled and said, “A pity, Xavier,” which Charles read as you will be persuaded in a matter of time, I know.)
“My sympathies, Charles,” Says Kurt from their online platform after he stopped by the office to pick up the latest tapes to be uploaded on their server. Charles is leaning against the photocopier machine drinking earl grey and says,
“Kurt, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Kurt smiles, and Charles note that his canines are very sharp, “Shaw came onto you, didn’t he?”
Charles hates rumors.
Moira the receptionist corners Charles as he tries to head into the studio.
“Charles,” She says, with a grin that honestly, worries him.
“Moira,” Charles say with a smile, “can I help you?”
“So, it’s true?” Moira leans in and whispers conspiratorially, “he wants you and Logan to,” She makes a bumping motion with her fists, “on camera?”
“Moira,” Charles murmurs and there’s a gleam in her eyes that’s more worrying than her grin, “don’t listen to too much office gossip.”
She straightens up and pats Charles on the arm, “I think you’ll look sexy with Logan.”
For some reason, Charles always gets Erik’s shoots, so as he watches the scene, he wonders if Erik has heard and thinks of Raven’s Erik’s going to kill him, but almost immediately dismisses the thought.
“Professor,” Hank murmurs, “Erik looks distracted.”
Actually, Charles want to say, he’s being rougher than usual, the poor girl’s going to break in two.
“A little, yes,” Charles says instead.
Hank looks at him with concern, but doesn’t say anything else.
Erik disappears immediately after the shoot and it’s like a blanket of tension in the studio dissipates. Hank pretends he did not just audibly sigh with relief.
“Is he always this rough?” Anne-Marie asks, rubbing her back as she sits up, “if he left marks, Remy’s going to kill him.”
“Sorry, love,” Charles say as he hands over a bathrobe, “I have no idea what’s came over him today.”
Anne-Marie smiles at him - she’s very pretty, and has no qualms about what she does, Charles like her a lot - “Make sure I look good in the end result okay, Charlie?”
Charles is the only one in studio when Erik comes back. He feels his neck prickling and he almost wants to laugh at the whole cliche-ness of it.
“Have you come to help with clean up, Erik?” Charles asks with a smile. Erik’s face is unreadable, a mask of schooled expression that Charles has seen at company parties.
“The rumors are true,” Erik says flatly as he crosses his arms.
Charles resists the urge to roll his eyes, “I have no idea what you’ve been hearing from Raven, or Kurt, or god forbid, Moira, but -”
“Shaw offered you money to do a shoot with me, didn’t he,” Erik says and Charles has never wanted to die anytime more than now.
“Did you hear from Raven?”
“No, Emma.”
Oh.
Something indescribable ripples across Erik’s face and Charles blinks before he laughs and says, “good source, Erik, but I refused. Honestly, I’d rather stay behind the camera than in front of it, if you know what I mean.”
(Actually, what Charles want to say is, “truth is, you’re incredibly good looking, my friend, but I’m afraid I’m not as fit as you are, also, did you know your cock is beautiful?”)
Erik makes an annoyed sound at the back of his throat, god help him, it’s actually quite sexy, “That fucker won’t let up, you know.”
Actually, Charles does know because he remembers how Shaw harassed Jean until Logan stepped in and asked Shaw to back the fuck off, bub, the broad doesn’t want to fuck, and Scott, Jean’s lawyer boyfriend, coming in the next day threatening to shut down Shaw’s entire porn empire if he even so much as go within a three hundred metre radius of his girlfriend.
“Erik,” Charles says lightly, “I’ll be fine.”
He doesn’t say, if I avoid Shaw for the whole of next week, that is, but Charles figures Erik knows anyway.
Much to Charles’ surprise, Erik helps him with the clean up.
“I never realised how messy a shoot could be,” Erik grimaces as he peels off the bedsheets.
Charles grins, “your shoots are never messy, my friend, you should see those squirting specials,” Charles shakes his head, “they costs a fortune in laundry.”
Erik is looking at him in a strange, hard way and Charles asks, “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?”
Erik looks away, a muscle in his jaw twitching before he says, “no, Charles, you did not.”
Note: This post will be updated with the various other chapters.
Series: X-Men: First Class (porn haus AU)
Notes; Written for the kink challenge in which someone asked for the XMFC boys to make a porno. Ongoing - I know I don't usually post WIPs on this but I'm backing this one up. Just in case. i also haven't started on XMFC BB OH LAWD
Erik Lensherr is the most distracting man Charles Xavier has ever met.
He means it in the nicest way though, because through the camera lens, Erik is built like a greek god, all rippling muscle beneath golden skin, wide smile and long dexterous fingers that draws out orgasms after orgasms from a curvy girl with wide brown eyes and tumbling brown hair. She also has an amazing set of tits, real, from what Charles could see, and a rippling tattoo of a butterfly (Charles could sense the eyeroll Angel would give her, if she was here) stretched across her back.
Charles focuses on the scene; mind mentally listing the shots that will hit the editing floor. The way Erik fucks her, up against the bedframe, the way she screams (too loud, Charles can see Sean frowning into his equipment), the way she opens her mouth as he takes her from behind, the way her stomach jiggles when Erik folds her up against the couch and fucks, slow and deliberate.
No wonder he’s the star stud of Atom Inc, Charles think, absently, as he watches Erik finishes on her face.
“Cut!” He shouts and Erik instantly stalks off set while Charles head over and hands the girl, Venatta, was that her name?, a towel.
“Good work,” He says, and pats her companionably on her shoulder. She’s red and dazed and there’s a dribble of cum down her chin that’s extremely distracting, so Charles smiles at her and waves her off to the shower.
He goes back to Hank, but Erik is already there, wrapped in a white bathrobe, and glaring at the tiny screen in front of the main camera.
“Nice work, Erik,” Says Charles way too cheerfully, and Erik growls, growls, about how that girl was such a fucking screamer, and seriously, he hates screamers.
“Fuck, that was loud,” Mutters Sean as he wanders over, “she basically spiked my equipment. If the sound is distorted, don’t blame me.”
The company’s name is Atom Inc, and it boasts of everything for everyone. It’s run by Sebastian Shaw, undoubtedly the creepiest man the porn industry has ever seen, not just because his girlfriend is Emma frost, the company’s infamous BDSM mistress who specialises in ballbusting and making men suck her toes, but because Shaw, for all his smiles is shrewed as fuck - he personally headhunted Janos and Azazel, two star performers, from different porn companies, and his ruthless quest to be the best porn company in the world, has made him crush a few studios - which he did, immediately.
Erik sometimes wonder how a guy like Charles - Berkeley graduate, doctorate in biology - ends up working for Shaw.
He knows how he did though, because he was young and stupid at the time, and fucking broke, and when Shaw offered him money, Erik took it without a second thought.
But Charles. Charles is different, Erik knows, Charles does not need to do this.
“Xavier,” Shaw says, one morning, as they get into the elevator together.
“Mr Shaw,” Charles smiles, and tries to squash the urge to move to the far end of the lift because Sebastian Shaw is that fucking creepy even when he is smiling and his left hand’s holding a venti cup of soy latte at ten in the morning.
Shaw is looking at him with an unreadable expression on his face and that’s always a bad thing, because the last time Shaw did that, he propositioned Jean from Sales and offered her a three grand increase if she would fuck Logan in front of the cameras in a BDSM-beefcake special.
Scott, Jean’s boyfriend, was livid enough to break the elevator - they had to climb five flights of stairs to work for the next week after that.
“You have nice hips,” Shaw says, as the elevator reaches their floor, “see you around.”
No, this is definitely going to be a bad thing.
“Shaw what?!” Raven hisses, a black bathrobe wrapped tightly around her frame. She has a scene coming up, where she plays a ditzy cheerleader who sucks a teacher’s cock for grades. Just the thought of it makes Charles’ head hurts.
“He said I had nice hips,” Charles says slowly, and from the corner of his eyes, he sees Azazel getting reading for the shoot as well. Azazel, always perpetually sunburnt (is that a kink?), looks over and lifts his chin in way of greeting to Charles, and he returns the gesture with a small smile.
Raven on the other hand, looks horrified, because she too remembers the fiasco with Jean and Logan and Scott and, “oh god, Erik’s going to kill him.”
Charles splutters rudely, “Excuse me, what does Erik have to do with this?”
Raven gives him a look that says Are you stupid, Charles? but says, “Whatever, my shoot is coming up, going to stay and watch?”
“No!” Charles says, horrified because really he did not want to see his step-sister suck some guy’s cock like a trophy. He may be a producer for Atom Inc and have seen enough sick shit to last him a lifetime but seeing his sister having sex is a line he will not cross.
So, he says, “I hear Ororo is a good producer, listen to her okay?”
Either way, Charles make sure he avoids Shaw’s office on the top floor for the whole day.
“Hey man, what’re doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing,” Armando deadpans to his computer, and suppresses a yawn as he watches Emma stuff a 12 inch dildo up some poor unfortunate guy’s ass.
Alex grins and slides into the chair next to Armando and shuts the door to the video booth, “looks um...”
Emma laughs as she kicks the guy’s balls - Armando almost feels sorry for him. Almost. Because the guy was clearly enjoying it, man, Armando seriously does not get this ballbusting kink.
“Painful,” Alex finishes lamely, hands making vague hand movements.
Armando laughs, “Gonna keep me company as I mix this down?”
Hank comes up to him during lunch, “Hey, professor.”
“Hank,” Charles pins Hank with a look and an arched eyebrow, “Having a doctorate doesn’t make me a professor.”
Hank stammers an apology, and looks at the floor and Charles can’t help but laugh, “C’mon, let’s go get lunch before the shoot.”
Erik joins them for lunch, which is an unusual development because Erik has never eaten lunch with them. For someone who is marketed as “the best dick in the world”, Erik is notoriously private. Charles doesn’t even think he has had a conversation with Erik outside work.
Come to think of it, he’s not exactly sure where Erik lives either, or what he does outside work.
“What’s your next shoot?” He asks Charles as they sit outside Carls Jr eating their messy burgers.
“Janos. And three girls. It’s for a squirting DVD,” Charles says, matter-of-fact, as he dips his fries in ketchup, “did you know ketchup is made up of mainly high-fructose corn syrup? Terrible dietary inclusion,” Charles frowns at the fry, before he eats it.
“And yet,” Erik leans over and swipe a fry off Charles’ tray, “you’re eating it.” There’s an amused look on Erik’s face as he chews on the fry - Charles doesn’t think he’s seen that look before and he can’t help but think that it will look amazing on film, the great Erik Lensherr of the porn world showing that face and -
“You’re staring,” Erik says, with a hint of laughter buried in his words.
Charles reddens, “Sorry, I just thought -”
You look really hot.
But that’s not the most professional thing to say, so Charles beams, willing away his blush and says, “- it’s too nice a day to be cooped up in a studio.”
Before Erik replies, Hank stands up, “I’m going to get, err, more drinks.”
Shaw appears the moment the shoot ends and Charles wonder which gods he had offended when he woke up this morning, because seeing Sebastian Shaw twice a day was three times too many.
“Mr Shaw,” Charles smiles, as he watches Hank and Sean try to blend themselves into the studio walls. From the corner of his eye, he spots Janos staring at Shaw, then at Charles, then Janos saunters past them, but not before he mutters “sucks to be you” to Charles.
“Xavier,” Shaw says, and smiles and Charles can hear Sean’s audible gulp all the way from across the studio, “Got a minute?”
“Sure, but I have to,” Charles motions to the messy scene behind him, “Clean up first.”
“That’s all right,” Shaw says dismissively, “McCoy, right? You’ll do the clean up.”
“Hank can’t do clean up, Mr Shaw,” Charles says and his smile is starting to hurt, “He has to settle the tapes first.”
“It’s okay, Emma will get him a crew,” And this time, Charles knows he is in for it, because Shaw is staring at him, “In the meantime, my office, please, Xavier.”
Shaw’s office is white. Pure, white.
The table is white, the seats are white (Charles does not need to sit on them to know that they are Italian leather, specially flown in), the shag rug is white (Charles have heard stories of how Shaw fucks Emma on this rug and makes sure to keep his shoes on), the blinds are white, his computer is a freaking Mac (27”, white keyboard, white mouse) and the panellings of the room are white. There is a sofa by the end of the room, near the full-length windows that overlook the Hudson River. Charles refuses to think about the stain he sees on the white leather.
The man has an obsession, thinks Charles to himself as he tries to get comfortable.
Shaw arrives three minutes later, trailed by Emma, who gives Charles a raised eyebrow before drifting off to the built-in bar and pouring herself a drink.
“Xavier,” Shaw says, and leans in, smile purposely schooled to show no malice, “I’ve been noticing you recently -”
Oh god, thinks Charles.
The thing about Atom Inc is that word travels fast.
(This is what happens when Angel is in PR because then she makes it her business to know everything - it’s also unfortunate that Emma is her friend.)
Within in an hour of leaving Shaw’s office feeling like he needed a bath, Charles has run into Alex, Armando and Sean. All three had looked at him and asked the same question, “Everything okay, prof?”
Charles smiles and says, “yes,” and doesn’t bother to correct them.
Raven on the other hand, is livid.
“Shaw propositioned you?!” She screeches, fingers curved into claws, “that FUCKING PERVERT!” Then, “You didn’t say yes, right?!”
“Raven,” Charles sighs because all he wants now was to go home and sleep, “I don’t know what you heard -”
“Shaw offered you six grand, plus royalties, to do a gay porno,” Raven cuts him off, and arches an eyebrow at his expression, “right?”
Before Charles can respond with, how did you know?!, Raven continues grimly, “I’m going to tell Erik.”
“He has nothing to do with this,” Charles says primly, and gives Raven a smile, “and yes, I told Shaw to keep his money.”
(Actually, Charles said, “I’m very sorry, but I will have to refuse,” to Shaw, but the man only cocked his head and smiled and said, “A pity, Xavier,” which Charles read as you will be persuaded in a matter of time, I know.)
“My sympathies, Charles,” Says Kurt from their online platform after he stopped by the office to pick up the latest tapes to be uploaded on their server. Charles is leaning against the photocopier machine drinking earl grey and says,
“Kurt, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Kurt smiles, and Charles note that his canines are very sharp, “Shaw came onto you, didn’t he?”
Charles hates rumors.
Moira the receptionist corners Charles as he tries to head into the studio.
“Charles,” She says, with a grin that honestly, worries him.
“Moira,” Charles say with a smile, “can I help you?”
“So, it’s true?” Moira leans in and whispers conspiratorially, “he wants you and Logan to,” She makes a bumping motion with her fists, “on camera?”
“Moira,” Charles murmurs and there’s a gleam in her eyes that’s more worrying than her grin, “don’t listen to too much office gossip.”
She straightens up and pats Charles on the arm, “I think you’ll look sexy with Logan.”
For some reason, Charles always gets Erik’s shoots, so as he watches the scene, he wonders if Erik has heard and thinks of Raven’s Erik’s going to kill him, but almost immediately dismisses the thought.
“Professor,” Hank murmurs, “Erik looks distracted.”
Actually, Charles want to say, he’s being rougher than usual, the poor girl’s going to break in two.
“A little, yes,” Charles says instead.
Hank looks at him with concern, but doesn’t say anything else.
Erik disappears immediately after the shoot and it’s like a blanket of tension in the studio dissipates. Hank pretends he did not just audibly sigh with relief.
“Is he always this rough?” Anne-Marie asks, rubbing her back as she sits up, “if he left marks, Remy’s going to kill him.”
“Sorry, love,” Charles say as he hands over a bathrobe, “I have no idea what’s came over him today.”
Anne-Marie smiles at him - she’s very pretty, and has no qualms about what she does, Charles like her a lot - “Make sure I look good in the end result okay, Charlie?”
Charles is the only one in studio when Erik comes back. He feels his neck prickling and he almost wants to laugh at the whole cliche-ness of it.
“Have you come to help with clean up, Erik?” Charles asks with a smile. Erik’s face is unreadable, a mask of schooled expression that Charles has seen at company parties.
“The rumors are true,” Erik says flatly as he crosses his arms.
Charles resists the urge to roll his eyes, “I have no idea what you’ve been hearing from Raven, or Kurt, or god forbid, Moira, but -”
“Shaw offered you money to do a shoot with me, didn’t he,” Erik says and Charles has never wanted to die anytime more than now.
“Did you hear from Raven?”
“No, Emma.”
Oh.
Something indescribable ripples across Erik’s face and Charles blinks before he laughs and says, “good source, Erik, but I refused. Honestly, I’d rather stay behind the camera than in front of it, if you know what I mean.”
(Actually, what Charles want to say is, “truth is, you’re incredibly good looking, my friend, but I’m afraid I’m not as fit as you are, also, did you know your cock is beautiful?”)
Erik makes an annoyed sound at the back of his throat, god help him, it’s actually quite sexy, “That fucker won’t let up, you know.”
Actually, Charles does know because he remembers how Shaw harassed Jean until Logan stepped in and asked Shaw to back the fuck off, bub, the broad doesn’t want to fuck, and Scott, Jean’s lawyer boyfriend, coming in the next day threatening to shut down Shaw’s entire porn empire if he even so much as go within a three hundred metre radius of his girlfriend.
“Erik,” Charles says lightly, “I’ll be fine.”
He doesn’t say, if I avoid Shaw for the whole of next week, that is, but Charles figures Erik knows anyway.
Much to Charles’ surprise, Erik helps him with the clean up.
“I never realised how messy a shoot could be,” Erik grimaces as he peels off the bedsheets.
Charles grins, “your shoots are never messy, my friend, you should see those squirting specials,” Charles shakes his head, “they costs a fortune in laundry.”
Erik is looking at him in a strange, hard way and Charles asks, “I’m sorry, did I say something wrong?”
Erik looks away, a muscle in his jaw twitching before he says, “no, Charles, you did not.”
Note: This post will be updated with the various other chapters.