Quick drabble [Cherik]
Title: You know I like if even though I don't
Author: Traumschwinge
Wordcount: 935
Characters: Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Alex Summers
Pairing: Cherik
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Universe: Alternate - Highschool
Rating: Teen for all the not-mentions of Sex
Warnings: none
Summary: Charles doesn't like his boyfriend broadcasting his fantasies while they're in public at all.
Charles glared over the edge of his milkshake cup. He glared at no one in particular, even though he really wanted to glare at Erik. The older teen was leaning against a wall on the other side of the street, opposite to where Charles and his friends were drinking their milkshakes. For the past ten minutes, Erik had been having rater explicit thoughts about Charles and the straw between his lips. Well, maybe not exactly the straw. But Charles got the idea. The worst part about it was how Erik was broadcasting those thoughts very loudly, definitely meant for Charles to pick up.
With every passing minute, Charles found it harder to follow his friends' conversation.
“...and that's when... Charles? Are you still with us?” Alex suddenly interrupted his story to look at Charles. He seemed worried, just like Hank and Sean.
“It's nothing.” Charles shook his head, mostly to shake of the latest image of Erik's fantasies-this one a particularly embarrassing one about Charles sucking on, well, they definitely would talk about this later, Charles decided-but also to assure his friends that no, nothing was amiss.
None of them seemed too convinced. Alex even nodded in Erik's general direction. “Is he bothering you again?”
Charles bit his lower lip. In a way, Erik really was bothering him, but that was very much not the way Alex had had in mind when asking. And probably not something he should be sharing with them.
“You know,” Alex went on, flexing his fingers. “If you want me to talk to him or walk you home, you just have to say a word. It's no problem.”
That actually made Charles smile. He really was glad to have friends like them. But in this case, he wouldn't need any assistance. “Don't worry,” he said slowly, putting down his milkshake and slowly standing up. That caused Erik to send him a few appreciating thoughts about the looks of his butt. Stop it, Charles hissed into Erik's mind. Or what?, was Erik's answer, wrapped into a faint hint of arousal mixed with amusement. “I can take care of it myself,” Charles said out loud.
Before his friends could do anything to stop him, he left the table and walked over to the still grinning Erik. Charles knew this worried his friends and they would be rushing to his side in no time, should Erik try anything like the things they expected him to do. In the few weeks since they had started dating, the thought of telling his friends had somehow slipped Charles' mind. Or maybe he didn't want to tell his friends that Erik had only picked on him to win his attention. You're such a child, Charles thought when he was only a few steps away.
“What do you want, Xavier?” Erik asked out loud, not even bothering to take his hands out of his pockets.
“Shouldn't be the question what do you want, Erik?” Charles hummed. He was now up close to Erik and smiling at the taller boy. “You were thinking about me very loudly and I don't appreciate that.”
What are you doing?, Erik thought as Charles placed his hands on his shoulders, stepping closer-and deliberately on Erik's feet, effectively bringing them closer in means of height. Close enough for Charles not to have to lean up when he kissed Erik. He could feel his friends' shock when they realized what he was doing, also the protective surge coming from Alex and the Oh, please, no, Lehnsherr is going to kill him for that which was what all three of them were thinking in various versions.
Erik's grin had only faltered for a second, before he knew what Charles was up to. Now, he had wrapped his arms around Charles' hips and held him like this while lazily kissing back. “I thought you wanted to make me stop thinking of you like that,” he chuckled into the kiss after a while.
“I might have changed my mind,” Charles hummed in return. He could feel one of Erik's hands drifting down to lightly cup his butt but he didn't comment on that. If he was honest with himself, he had been waiting to kiss Erik in public for a while now. “Isn't being seen kissing a nerd punishment enough for you?”
Erik's grip around him tightened a little. “Don't you ever think that,” he growled. “They should all be jealous that it's me and not them kissing you.” He glanced over Charles' shoulder. “Your friends sure look like the can't believe what they're seeing.”
“They might still think you might beat me up for this,” Charles chuckled.
“Oh, would they, now?” Erik raised an eyebrow. “I wonder why...Ouch!” Out of reflex, he shoved Charles a little bit away when Charles had carefully shifted more of his weight onto Erik's feet. Charles chuckled.
“How about this,” Charles whispered against Erik's lips. “We leave now and you take me home. Some of the ideas you've been having were quite interesting, don't you think? And tomorrow, we'll explain a thing or two to my friends so Alex will hopefully stop plotting your death.”
Erik grinned. Charles didn't even need to read his mind to know what he was thinking. It was still nice to be able to anyway. “Let's go before any of your friends musters enough courage to confront me,” Erik said, taking Charles' hand in his.
Charles nodded, a grin matching Erik's playing around his lips. “Let's go,” Charles agreed. There were things more important than explaining to his friends why he kissed the bully.
Author: Traumschwinge
Wordcount: 935
Characters: Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Alex Summers
Pairing: Cherik
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Universe: Alternate - Highschool
Rating: Teen for all the not-mentions of Sex
Warnings: none
Summary: Charles doesn't like his boyfriend broadcasting his fantasies while they're in public at all.
Charles glared over the edge of his milkshake cup. He glared at no one in particular, even though he really wanted to glare at Erik. The older teen was leaning against a wall on the other side of the street, opposite to where Charles and his friends were drinking their milkshakes. For the past ten minutes, Erik had been having rater explicit thoughts about Charles and the straw between his lips. Well, maybe not exactly the straw. But Charles got the idea. The worst part about it was how Erik was broadcasting those thoughts very loudly, definitely meant for Charles to pick up.
With every passing minute, Charles found it harder to follow his friends' conversation.
“...and that's when... Charles? Are you still with us?” Alex suddenly interrupted his story to look at Charles. He seemed worried, just like Hank and Sean.
“It's nothing.” Charles shook his head, mostly to shake of the latest image of Erik's fantasies-this one a particularly embarrassing one about Charles sucking on, well, they definitely would talk about this later, Charles decided-but also to assure his friends that no, nothing was amiss.
None of them seemed too convinced. Alex even nodded in Erik's general direction. “Is he bothering you again?”
Charles bit his lower lip. In a way, Erik really was bothering him, but that was very much not the way Alex had had in mind when asking. And probably not something he should be sharing with them.
“You know,” Alex went on, flexing his fingers. “If you want me to talk to him or walk you home, you just have to say a word. It's no problem.”
That actually made Charles smile. He really was glad to have friends like them. But in this case, he wouldn't need any assistance. “Don't worry,” he said slowly, putting down his milkshake and slowly standing up. That caused Erik to send him a few appreciating thoughts about the looks of his butt. Stop it, Charles hissed into Erik's mind. Or what?, was Erik's answer, wrapped into a faint hint of arousal mixed with amusement. “I can take care of it myself,” Charles said out loud.
Before his friends could do anything to stop him, he left the table and walked over to the still grinning Erik. Charles knew this worried his friends and they would be rushing to his side in no time, should Erik try anything like the things they expected him to do. In the few weeks since they had started dating, the thought of telling his friends had somehow slipped Charles' mind. Or maybe he didn't want to tell his friends that Erik had only picked on him to win his attention. You're such a child, Charles thought when he was only a few steps away.
“What do you want, Xavier?” Erik asked out loud, not even bothering to take his hands out of his pockets.
“Shouldn't be the question what do you want, Erik?” Charles hummed. He was now up close to Erik and smiling at the taller boy. “You were thinking about me very loudly and I don't appreciate that.”
What are you doing?, Erik thought as Charles placed his hands on his shoulders, stepping closer-and deliberately on Erik's feet, effectively bringing them closer in means of height. Close enough for Charles not to have to lean up when he kissed Erik. He could feel his friends' shock when they realized what he was doing, also the protective surge coming from Alex and the Oh, please, no, Lehnsherr is going to kill him for that which was what all three of them were thinking in various versions.
Erik's grin had only faltered for a second, before he knew what Charles was up to. Now, he had wrapped his arms around Charles' hips and held him like this while lazily kissing back. “I thought you wanted to make me stop thinking of you like that,” he chuckled into the kiss after a while.
“I might have changed my mind,” Charles hummed in return. He could feel one of Erik's hands drifting down to lightly cup his butt but he didn't comment on that. If he was honest with himself, he had been waiting to kiss Erik in public for a while now. “Isn't being seen kissing a nerd punishment enough for you?”
Erik's grip around him tightened a little. “Don't you ever think that,” he growled. “They should all be jealous that it's me and not them kissing you.” He glanced over Charles' shoulder. “Your friends sure look like the can't believe what they're seeing.”
“They might still think you might beat me up for this,” Charles chuckled.
“Oh, would they, now?” Erik raised an eyebrow. “I wonder why...Ouch!” Out of reflex, he shoved Charles a little bit away when Charles had carefully shifted more of his weight onto Erik's feet. Charles chuckled.
“How about this,” Charles whispered against Erik's lips. “We leave now and you take me home. Some of the ideas you've been having were quite interesting, don't you think? And tomorrow, we'll explain a thing or two to my friends so Alex will hopefully stop plotting your death.”
Erik grinned. Charles didn't even need to read his mind to know what he was thinking. It was still nice to be able to anyway. “Let's go before any of your friends musters enough courage to confront me,” Erik said, taking Charles' hand in his.
Charles nodded, a grin matching Erik's playing around his lips. “Let's go,” Charles agreed. There were things more important than explaining to his friends why he kissed the bully.