5 times Charles used his powers 1/2; X-Men: FC; Erik/Charles; NC-17
Title: 5 Times Charles used his powers inappropriately on Erik (and 1 time Erik returned the favor)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Erik/Charles (X-Men: First Class)
Summary: Charles just wanted to show Erik the best part about his powers! Too bad he got a little out of hand. Prompt from the kink meme: http://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/3115.html?thread=3583531
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5. In the bar.
Erik was the one that started the conversation that would inevitably set off this chain of decidedly torturous events. They were getting pissed drunk in a dingy bar after another unsuccessful search for a fellow mutant, and instead of just going back to their hotel room to wallow in their disappointment, Charles urged Erik to join him for booze to make sleep a bit softer that night.
For Charles, at least, the thought of failure didn’t sit well in his stomach, but it wasn’t that he turned to alcohol for comfort so much as he knew drinking and talking with his friend would cheer him up after the rough day they’d had.
“That girl overpowered you so easily today, Charles,” Erik said, sounding just a hint cheeky, but he knew it was because he was already slurping down his fourth martini.
Charles scoffed, trying not to remember. She had been a tricky mutant to find, and once Charles was able to speak to her she’d gone after him full-force with her powers only to disappear again. “My friend, I wasn’t aware I was in for a fight,” he said, taking a gulp of his beer. “And where were you when that happened? Not that you could’ve done much better, mind,” he said, sounding ludicrously cocky.
“If you could recall, I was hailing a taxi, remember? Besides, I wouldn’t have let her get away if it were me.”
“What would you have done? Tied her up with a lamppost?” Charles chuckled at the idea.
Erik actually felt a little offended. “A lamppost, Charles? My powers can be very precise, I’ll have you know. I could pick up a tin can and shape it into a pair of handcuffs if I wanted.”
Charles hummed, draining his glass. “See, that would have been bloody brilliant if she didn’t possess super-strength, so it’s unlikely that a tin can could hold her.”
Erik leveled Charles with a measured gaze. “Perhaps not, but you forget that I possess magnetism as well, so holding her in place wouldn’t have been much of a problem. I could have probably lifted her off her feet by the metal on her body alone.”
“So you can make people fly now?” Charles asked, eyebrows shooting up. Not that he didn’t believe him, because he’d seen Erik’s power in action. If Erik had been anchored, he very well could have stopped that submarine dead in its tracks, he was sure of it.
“I suppose I could,” Erik said, a hint of challenge in his voice.
“What else are you capable of, then? I suppose… suppose you could crush an automobile into the size of a pinhole?”
Erik sipped his drink thoughtfully. “I have yet to try it, but I won’t deny that it could be possible.”
There’s a long pause before Charles said, “So-handcuffs?” Erik immediately knew the context of his question and felt a flush rise to his cheeks that had nothing to do with the booze.
“That’s normally what you would use to restrain someone, isn’t it?”
Charles tsked. “My friend, I wouldn’t want to restrain a fellow mutant.” He gave Erik a meaningful glance. “Besides, I could do that, too-quite easily in fact.”
Erik waited a moment for him to explain, but Charles just flagged a waitress instead. “I believe we will be moving on to shots now, thanks. Vodka for my friend, and I’ll have a shot of whisky.” If it had been anyone else, Erik would’ve been irritated to have someone order for him, but he knew Charles only did it because he was so familiar with Erik’s drinking habits. Just like he knew that Erik would respond when he baited him this way.
“How would you go about restraining someone, Charles?” Erik finally asked because, by all means, Charles wasn’t a weak man, but he wasn’t particularly physically strong, either.
Erik didn’t miss the pinkness that crept into Charles’ cheeks when he asked, but it was gone after a moment. “I can very easily control the functions of the body, not just thoughts. And restraining someone isn’t even the most interesting thing I can do in someone’s head.”
Erik knew at that moment he was asking for trouble asking what he meant by that, but he couldn’t stop himself. “And what would that be?”
By then their shots had arrived, and Erik made quick work of the vodka, thinking maybe he would need it sooner rather than later.
Charles leaned forward, his eyes bright in the dark, seedy bar. "Two words for you, my friend," he said, holding his shot glass barely an inch away from his lips. "Telepathic orgasms."
And then he downed the whisky and set the glass back on the table upside down.
Erik was stunned for a moment, not quite expecting an answer like that, but he couldn’t say that he didn’t welcome it. “How is that even possible?” Erik challenged, meeting Charles’ intense gaze.
Charles didn’t even ask when he brought his fingers up to his temple, and Erik was suddenly awash with the feel of hands stroking over his entire body, touching his cock and cupping his balls, running through his hair, touching his neck and back and chest, and he shuddered hard, hunching forward to try to cover the powerful erection that sprung up from the telepathic touch.
And as quickly as Charles had inflicted it on him he withdrew completely, grinning like a madman as he called the waitress again for another round of shots.
Erik’s hands were shaking when he took his glass, still feeling the aftershocks of Charles’ invasion.
“Cheers,” Charles said, positively glowing, and Erik clinked his shot glass against Charles’ before they both drank.
4. In the restaurant
They didn’t talk about what Charles had done, and Erik didn’t know if it was because Charles had forgotten in the easy comfort of the booze or if he were ashamed he’d done it, but it was surprisingly easy just pretending it didn’t happen.
They continued their road trip, recruiting Darwin on their way to North Carolina for another group of mutants.
Three failures in a row left them sitting empty-handed (so-to-speak) in a small diner off the main highway. They would be heading to Florida the next day by airplane, but until then they had ample time to waste.
Charles looked disappointed, though, and Erik wanted to at least try to comfort him because it just sucked up all of his own happiness to see Charles upset. “Come now, there’s no reason to keep looking so sore. We both knew to expect this before we even started looking for others,” he said.
Charles’ eyes snapped up to his then, and there was a long pause before Charles smiled and said, “My friend, just having your company is enough to keep me from feeling sorry we couldn’t recruit those children today.”
Erik couldn’t keep the hint of a smile off his face, looking away.
It was then that their waitress came to take their order. It was also then that Erik felt that familiar feeling licking into his brain. His eyes flicked to Charles to see him leaning on his hand to disguise the two fingers on his temple. He was ordering his food, but Erik couldn’t seem to focus on anything but the feel of a mouth coaxing him into getting hard.
And it didn’t take much, especially since Erik couldn’t help imagining Charles’ lips there.
Erik had to bite his lip from making a sound when a phantom tongue swirled around the head of his cock.
The waitress turned to him to take his order and Charles lowered his arm back to his lap, the feeling leaving in a rush that left him breathless. “Yes-yes-I’ll have-uh-what he’s having,” he said, trying not to sound like he was just receiving a mind-blowing blow-job under the table. He couldn’t meet the waitresses’ eyes but he didn’t need to look at her to know that she was looking at him funny before she went to put their orders in.
He shot Charles a glare, but the other man just smiled innocently.
3. In the airplane
They spent their evening in the usual places-hitting a bar after dinner for a few drinks-fewer than the night before-and then retiring to their hotel room late in the evening. The next day, they were set to fly, and Erik couldn’t deny that it thrilled him in some strange way. He reasoned it was because he could probably fly the plane himself with his powers, or because he was surrounded on all sides by metal, like one big security blanket.
Charles, on the other hand, showed slight apprehension before boarding with him, and again Erik couldn’t help himself but to say, “You know, Charles, if anything happened I could just land the plane myself.”
Charles gave him a cheeky smile at that. “It’s a good thing you never over-estimate your abilities.”
As soon as they found their seats, Charles claimed to be tired, favoring leaning his head on his hand, elbow propped on the armrest facing away from Erik, his eyes drooping closed. Erik just sighed and leaned back and tried to relax being surrounded by so much metal. He could sense all kinds of things around him with so many people packed into one place, and it made him jumpy. He wanted to USE his powers and touch all of it.
There was glorious peace for all of twenty minutes, and Erik was absolutely certain Charles was asleep until he abruptly felt a phantom hand sliding up his stomach.
Erik jumped, not expecting it. “Charles!” he said, breaking the quietness of the flight, and, embarrassed to have people looking over at him, he sunk down in his seat.
But Charles apparently wasn’t finished with him, and Erik had to grip the armrests to stop himself from reacting as phantom hands caressed every inch of his body-except exactly where he wanted them.
When a stewardess walked by he nearly begged for a pillow, and when she brought it out, he immediately put it in his lap to hide the evidence of Charles’ pestering.
Charles decided to pretend to wake up at that moment, looking at Erik with a sleepy gaze, though his eyes were bright and mischievous. “Oh, Erik, thank you for getting me a pillow. Mind if I put my head in your lap?”
Erik couldn’t respond because he was too busy NOT looking at Charles’ lips and imagining they were the ones sucking him off again.
Charles laid his head in Erik’s lap, just missing his erection, his fingers still on his temple.
He changed the pace of the fantasy, Erik’s cock suddenly enveloped in a tight heat he wasn’t unfamiliar with, and when his eyes fluttered shut he could see in his mind a body attached to that warmth, a smooth pale back that lead up to a mop of brown hair. Erik bit his lip hard enough to draw blood at the corner, and he reached out and smacked Charles’ hand away from his temple.
Charles just snickered, accepting Erik’s command and truly drifting off for a cat nap.
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Erik/Charles (X-Men: First Class)
Summary: Charles just wanted to show Erik the best part about his powers! Too bad he got a little out of hand. Prompt from the kink meme: http://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/3115.html?thread=3583531
2/2
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5. In the bar.
Erik was the one that started the conversation that would inevitably set off this chain of decidedly torturous events. They were getting pissed drunk in a dingy bar after another unsuccessful search for a fellow mutant, and instead of just going back to their hotel room to wallow in their disappointment, Charles urged Erik to join him for booze to make sleep a bit softer that night.
For Charles, at least, the thought of failure didn’t sit well in his stomach, but it wasn’t that he turned to alcohol for comfort so much as he knew drinking and talking with his friend would cheer him up after the rough day they’d had.
“That girl overpowered you so easily today, Charles,” Erik said, sounding just a hint cheeky, but he knew it was because he was already slurping down his fourth martini.
Charles scoffed, trying not to remember. She had been a tricky mutant to find, and once Charles was able to speak to her she’d gone after him full-force with her powers only to disappear again. “My friend, I wasn’t aware I was in for a fight,” he said, taking a gulp of his beer. “And where were you when that happened? Not that you could’ve done much better, mind,” he said, sounding ludicrously cocky.
“If you could recall, I was hailing a taxi, remember? Besides, I wouldn’t have let her get away if it were me.”
“What would you have done? Tied her up with a lamppost?” Charles chuckled at the idea.
Erik actually felt a little offended. “A lamppost, Charles? My powers can be very precise, I’ll have you know. I could pick up a tin can and shape it into a pair of handcuffs if I wanted.”
Charles hummed, draining his glass. “See, that would have been bloody brilliant if she didn’t possess super-strength, so it’s unlikely that a tin can could hold her.”
Erik leveled Charles with a measured gaze. “Perhaps not, but you forget that I possess magnetism as well, so holding her in place wouldn’t have been much of a problem. I could have probably lifted her off her feet by the metal on her body alone.”
“So you can make people fly now?” Charles asked, eyebrows shooting up. Not that he didn’t believe him, because he’d seen Erik’s power in action. If Erik had been anchored, he very well could have stopped that submarine dead in its tracks, he was sure of it.
“I suppose I could,” Erik said, a hint of challenge in his voice.
“What else are you capable of, then? I suppose… suppose you could crush an automobile into the size of a pinhole?”
Erik sipped his drink thoughtfully. “I have yet to try it, but I won’t deny that it could be possible.”
There’s a long pause before Charles said, “So-handcuffs?” Erik immediately knew the context of his question and felt a flush rise to his cheeks that had nothing to do with the booze.
“That’s normally what you would use to restrain someone, isn’t it?”
Charles tsked. “My friend, I wouldn’t want to restrain a fellow mutant.” He gave Erik a meaningful glance. “Besides, I could do that, too-quite easily in fact.”
Erik waited a moment for him to explain, but Charles just flagged a waitress instead. “I believe we will be moving on to shots now, thanks. Vodka for my friend, and I’ll have a shot of whisky.” If it had been anyone else, Erik would’ve been irritated to have someone order for him, but he knew Charles only did it because he was so familiar with Erik’s drinking habits. Just like he knew that Erik would respond when he baited him this way.
“How would you go about restraining someone, Charles?” Erik finally asked because, by all means, Charles wasn’t a weak man, but he wasn’t particularly physically strong, either.
Erik didn’t miss the pinkness that crept into Charles’ cheeks when he asked, but it was gone after a moment. “I can very easily control the functions of the body, not just thoughts. And restraining someone isn’t even the most interesting thing I can do in someone’s head.”
Erik knew at that moment he was asking for trouble asking what he meant by that, but he couldn’t stop himself. “And what would that be?”
By then their shots had arrived, and Erik made quick work of the vodka, thinking maybe he would need it sooner rather than later.
Charles leaned forward, his eyes bright in the dark, seedy bar. "Two words for you, my friend," he said, holding his shot glass barely an inch away from his lips. "Telepathic orgasms."
And then he downed the whisky and set the glass back on the table upside down.
Erik was stunned for a moment, not quite expecting an answer like that, but he couldn’t say that he didn’t welcome it. “How is that even possible?” Erik challenged, meeting Charles’ intense gaze.
Charles didn’t even ask when he brought his fingers up to his temple, and Erik was suddenly awash with the feel of hands stroking over his entire body, touching his cock and cupping his balls, running through his hair, touching his neck and back and chest, and he shuddered hard, hunching forward to try to cover the powerful erection that sprung up from the telepathic touch.
And as quickly as Charles had inflicted it on him he withdrew completely, grinning like a madman as he called the waitress again for another round of shots.
Erik’s hands were shaking when he took his glass, still feeling the aftershocks of Charles’ invasion.
“Cheers,” Charles said, positively glowing, and Erik clinked his shot glass against Charles’ before they both drank.
4. In the restaurant
They didn’t talk about what Charles had done, and Erik didn’t know if it was because Charles had forgotten in the easy comfort of the booze or if he were ashamed he’d done it, but it was surprisingly easy just pretending it didn’t happen.
They continued their road trip, recruiting Darwin on their way to North Carolina for another group of mutants.
Three failures in a row left them sitting empty-handed (so-to-speak) in a small diner off the main highway. They would be heading to Florida the next day by airplane, but until then they had ample time to waste.
Charles looked disappointed, though, and Erik wanted to at least try to comfort him because it just sucked up all of his own happiness to see Charles upset. “Come now, there’s no reason to keep looking so sore. We both knew to expect this before we even started looking for others,” he said.
Charles’ eyes snapped up to his then, and there was a long pause before Charles smiled and said, “My friend, just having your company is enough to keep me from feeling sorry we couldn’t recruit those children today.”
Erik couldn’t keep the hint of a smile off his face, looking away.
It was then that their waitress came to take their order. It was also then that Erik felt that familiar feeling licking into his brain. His eyes flicked to Charles to see him leaning on his hand to disguise the two fingers on his temple. He was ordering his food, but Erik couldn’t seem to focus on anything but the feel of a mouth coaxing him into getting hard.
And it didn’t take much, especially since Erik couldn’t help imagining Charles’ lips there.
Erik had to bite his lip from making a sound when a phantom tongue swirled around the head of his cock.
The waitress turned to him to take his order and Charles lowered his arm back to his lap, the feeling leaving in a rush that left him breathless. “Yes-yes-I’ll have-uh-what he’s having,” he said, trying not to sound like he was just receiving a mind-blowing blow-job under the table. He couldn’t meet the waitresses’ eyes but he didn’t need to look at her to know that she was looking at him funny before she went to put their orders in.
He shot Charles a glare, but the other man just smiled innocently.
3. In the airplane
They spent their evening in the usual places-hitting a bar after dinner for a few drinks-fewer than the night before-and then retiring to their hotel room late in the evening. The next day, they were set to fly, and Erik couldn’t deny that it thrilled him in some strange way. He reasoned it was because he could probably fly the plane himself with his powers, or because he was surrounded on all sides by metal, like one big security blanket.
Charles, on the other hand, showed slight apprehension before boarding with him, and again Erik couldn’t help himself but to say, “You know, Charles, if anything happened I could just land the plane myself.”
Charles gave him a cheeky smile at that. “It’s a good thing you never over-estimate your abilities.”
As soon as they found their seats, Charles claimed to be tired, favoring leaning his head on his hand, elbow propped on the armrest facing away from Erik, his eyes drooping closed. Erik just sighed and leaned back and tried to relax being surrounded by so much metal. He could sense all kinds of things around him with so many people packed into one place, and it made him jumpy. He wanted to USE his powers and touch all of it.
There was glorious peace for all of twenty minutes, and Erik was absolutely certain Charles was asleep until he abruptly felt a phantom hand sliding up his stomach.
Erik jumped, not expecting it. “Charles!” he said, breaking the quietness of the flight, and, embarrassed to have people looking over at him, he sunk down in his seat.
But Charles apparently wasn’t finished with him, and Erik had to grip the armrests to stop himself from reacting as phantom hands caressed every inch of his body-except exactly where he wanted them.
When a stewardess walked by he nearly begged for a pillow, and when she brought it out, he immediately put it in his lap to hide the evidence of Charles’ pestering.
Charles decided to pretend to wake up at that moment, looking at Erik with a sleepy gaze, though his eyes were bright and mischievous. “Oh, Erik, thank you for getting me a pillow. Mind if I put my head in your lap?”
Erik couldn’t respond because he was too busy NOT looking at Charles’ lips and imagining they were the ones sucking him off again.
Charles laid his head in Erik’s lap, just missing his erection, his fingers still on his temple.
He changed the pace of the fantasy, Erik’s cock suddenly enveloped in a tight heat he wasn’t unfamiliar with, and when his eyes fluttered shut he could see in his mind a body attached to that warmth, a smooth pale back that lead up to a mop of brown hair. Erik bit his lip hard enough to draw blood at the corner, and he reached out and smacked Charles’ hand away from his temple.
Charles just snickered, accepting Erik’s command and truly drifting off for a cat nap.