intro → co-feeling? → telepathic!aphro

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Normally, Charles had a remarkably good rein over his powers. Ever since he first learned that he could use them, he'd trained himself carefully in order to prevent any mishaps. Although Charles often did put his telepathy to use on the vast majority of people, he had promised to never read Raven's mind again, and for years he had kept that only

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Hank walked past the door, having felt the undeniable urge to wander. It was only by chance that he happened to look in. He normally had a strict policy against that, since it was rarely anything he wished to see. His eyes caught a familiar figure and his heart jump with joy, but only for a moment. If Charles was stuck in this horrible place, bad things could happen to him. Not the worst perhaps, but definitely unwelcome.

A bit uneasy Hank went into the room, closing the door behind him out of pure habit of a polite upbringing.

"Charles, are you alright?" he asked having seen him stumble. He stayed close to the door, feeling a bit uneasy. Being in a sex crazed hotel could make one anxious.

HANK!

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It's a familiar voice, and a familiar set of thoughts - logical and scientific and exact, although there's underpinnings there, too. Self-consciousness. Self-hatred. Feeling like the outsider. While Charles normally doesn't read his student's minds with such impunity, he literally is unable to help himself right now.

"Hank," Charles gasps, struggling to maintain control. He's actually almost successful at being somewhat presentable, but the hand clutched to the side of his head and his breathing gave him away. "I'm afraid I'm a little...indisposed at the moment."

Understatement.

*BIG SMILE*

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"Indisposed," he said a bit bewildered. He went over to him, not all that concerned. He trusted Charles with his life and had a feeling he always would. He grabbed his hands and felt an insane longing and desire. He felt like he was being kissed and touched. To his own embarrassment he felt himself becoming aroused by the sensation of sexual energy that was going through him.

"Your telepathy," he said taking his hands away, "Can you stop transmitting?"

He had a horrible feeling the answer was no. Why would he be doing this if he had the choice to stop.

you made my day

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Oh, lovely. Not only was he receiving thoughts, but he was transmitting them as well. "Hank," Charles replied, exasperated. "If I were able to stop, do you not think I would have done so already?" It sounds irritated and too sharp, and he realizes that seconds afterwards with a wince, sighing as he shakes his head. "I'm sorry."

Despite popular opininon, Charles isn't capable of being a saint all of the time. And when he can't clear his head for two seconds, just enough time to breathe, it starts to fray at his sense of patience.

I love hearing that. I just couldn't help but post.

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"Don't apologize," he said putting his hand on Charles' shoulders. He was overly fascinated by the warmth of his friend's skin under his clothing. He found himself hyper focused on the motion of his breathing too. Knowing this place they would end up sleeping together. At least, if it was any of the men he knew, he was glad it'd be Charles. Oh god, Charles could hear that. He tried not to met his eyes.

"I know it's rather frustrating not to be able to control what's going on with your ability," he said comfortingly, but he was obviously distracted.

it's nice seeing more first class people around

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It feels strange to be giving up this control, especially around one of his students, when he had previously been so effortlessly composed. Not the greatest impression for a teacher to make, admittedly. And yes, Charles heard that particular thought, but he's not so far gone to realize that it would be incredibly strange. They're both still from the 1960s, after all. The social norms are very different than those of the majority who populate this hotel, and while he's far, far from closed minded (and far from prudish when it comes to these matters, especially not around Erik), Hank is still his student. And still so very young.

"How long have you been here?" he asks, as a way of addressing Hank's thoughts without directly doing so. He thinks about this place with a degree of a defeatist attitude, but Charles has not been brought up to scratch.

Couldn't agree more

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Charles had knew he'd been here a while? What would he think of what he'd done? The sex he had had with strangers and with one man. The fact he hadn't hated any of it. He might be young, but he wasn't young like most people. He was too smart for innocent and there was a beast inside.

"Almost a month," he reported solemnly, "You just arrived. Well, at least you understand what this place is."

He was trying to adjust to the images, to the sensations, but they were intense. He wasn't a telepath and this wasn't normal for him.

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Oh for god's sake Hank stop thinking about sex, it's not helping the situation at all. Luckily, that is one of his thoughts that was not broadcasted. Did he understand what this place was? He's been hearing the same few phrases over and over again-- love hotel...aphrodisiacs amongst others and from that, Charles has managed to piece together a good idea.

"It becomes easier when your mind becomes accustomed to it. In the usual cases, although this obviously is not one of them," he says gently, after noticing Hank's discomfort with the intensity of the sensations. Of course, that applied to telepathy in general and not this. Charles didn't think he'd ever get used to this chaos.

Breathing hard - almost panting, Charles grits his teeth and makes a decision. "We should...attempt to find a way out, at the very least."

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It's hard not to think about sex when his skin is getting hot and all he sees in his mind is sex. He's never really looked at porn, a few times, but it's rare and rather embarrassing to get a hold of. So, he's not desensitized to these images and he knows his face is bright red.

"There isn't one. I've looked. I've talked to people who have been here a lot longer than me. They've looked too and found nothing. We're stuck," he said then tried to met Charles eyes, "Try focusing on my thoughts. Focus on me. Let's see if we can't get this back under control."