[Cherik] Even more ficlets
Title: Things English people say during Sex
Author: Traumschwinge
Wordcount: 1152
Characters: Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr
Pairing: Cherik
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Universe: Alternate - Modern
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Sex
Summary: Inspired by a list about things English people say during Sex on tumblr and beta-ed by the fabulous Kageillusionz
Erik and Charles were sitting on their couch in the living room and were watching a movie. Or at least that was what they had planned originally. But the movie was disappointingly boring-thank goodness, Erik thought because this was so much better anyway-and they had started making out in the middle of it and by now, neither of them was paying any attention to the background noise anymore.
Some time in the middle of it, Erik had rolled on top of Charles, all the better to kiss him and bury his hand in his perfect brown locks. Okay, and a little bit because it was far easier to grind against Charles like that and Erik definitely was in the mood for a lot more than just making out. He broke their latest kiss to withdraw enough to get a hand between them and reached for Charles' already half hard penis through his sweat pants.
“Good?” he hummed into Charles' ear.
“To be honest,” Charles panted back. “I need a cuppa can we do this later?”
Erik gave him a flat look. “You serious?”
Charles rolled his eyes. “Absolutely not. Now stop asking stupid questions and get you hand in my pants or so help me.”
That wasn't something Erik needed to be told twice. With one quick motion, he pulled down Charles' sweatpants. Neither of them had felt the need to put on underwear all day, seeing as they both had their free day and never left the house anyway. Erik was very glad they hadn't. This way, it was a lot easier to get Charles naked and then pull him into his lap.
“Oh, tally ho, old sport,” Charles gasped as he slung his arms around Erik's neck so he wouldn't topple over. Erik raised an eyebrow. He wondered what had gotten into Charles. But then again, he was very turned on by the sudden display of Britishness from his boyfriend. And a little bit confused. But mostly turned on, which was good, because now that Charles was on top of him, he made very good used of that by pressing their bodies together and moving against him in a way he knew would make Erik gasp and moan.
It took them a bit of fumbling around to get rid of their shirts as well. Neither of them could let their hands of each other long enough to do it for a while. When they finally had managed to, Erik started kissing Charles' chest, eliciting a cry of “Whistling dippers!” out of Charles.
Erik considered monitoring what the hell Charles put into his tea. Or perhaps simply make him coffee from now on.
“My word!” Charles panted out when Erik pushed a lubed finger inside him. He arched his back to press himself closer against Erik, moving his ass against Erik's long fingers to make him go faster. He knew he wouldn't need to prep Charles much, seeing as they had been at it only a few hours ago-which was why Erik had been able to fish out the bottle of lube between the couch cushions.
They soon grew impatient for any more unnecessary fingering. Erik never had been one for much foreplay once they had moved past kissing and it was past the time he should be pounding inside Charles if anyone asked him. The only reason he wasted this much time fingering was because he didn't want to hurt Charles.
“Are we good to go?” he ground out, stretching his three fingers inside of Charles.
“Yes, oh, tickity-boo, yes,” Charles panted.
Erik decided he should go with the two words he actually had understood and pulled out his fingers. He grabbed his own straining cock, as he guided Charles down on it by his hips with his other hand.
Fully seated, Charles clung to him for a few moments. “Gosh, golly gosh and heavens,” Erik could hear him mutter. He stroked his lover's back. Maybe they could have gone with a little more preparation. But Charles didn't complain and after a few more moments he started to move.
Erik held onto Charles' hips and rolled his hips upwards. He did not yet dare to buck up into Charles. Besides, he had long since learned that it was even better to leave Charles in charge every now and then. He usually could think of a lot of things to do with his sinful mouth and glorious ass that Erik wouldn't have dreamed of before and then would for a long time after.
Erik groaned as Charles raised his hips until he almost slipped free again and then ground down again fast. Charles repeated that a few times, before he stopped to guide one of Erik's hands from his hip to his cock. Erik tried to stroke Charles off with the rhythm of the movements of his hips, but soon his movements grew frantic as he felt his orgasm building.
“Butter my crumpets,” Charles moans out when he ground down on his lover at the verge Erik's of orgasm, both their cheeks flushed and their breaths ragged.
Erik didn't care what Charles had meant by that, nor could he really, when Charles moved just so and then clenched around him and does something just right to send him over the edge. For a second, his eyesight darkened but he remembered soon enough that Charles hadn't come yet. He should probably take care of it if he didn't want Charles to be mad at him later because he had let his fatigue take over as soon as he was finished himself.
So Erik wrapped his fingers around Charles again-when had his hand even lost grip of him?-and stroked him off with long practiced effortless. It wasn't too hard, seeing as Charles was already pretty close before he had started stroking. As he collapsed on top of Erik after his own orgasm, Charles whispered something that sounded a lot like “And bob's yer uncle, finally.”
Erik wrapped his arms around Charles and held him for a while, nuzzling Charles' neck and feeling contempt and blissfully spent. He wanted to ask Charles what had gotten into him just now. Not that he didn't like his lover's British accent but a little bit of warning would have been appreciated. “I love you,” Erik murmured instead of the questions he wanted to ask as he raised Charles' hips so he could slide out and lowered his lover on the couch.
“I love you too,” Charles hummed, pulling Erik close for another kiss, slow and chaste this time.
After Erik had tidied them both off with a wet cloth, Charles clasped his shoulder and said “Good show, old chap.” before he pulled Erik into a satisfied kiss. Erik couldn't say he didn't feel smug about the compliment, but the confusion at what had gotten into Charles somewhat toned it down a tad.
Author: Traumschwinge
Wordcount: 1152
Characters: Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr
Pairing: Cherik
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Universe: Alternate - Modern
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Sex
Summary: Inspired by a list about things English people say during Sex on tumblr and beta-ed by the fabulous Kageillusionz
Erik and Charles were sitting on their couch in the living room and were watching a movie. Or at least that was what they had planned originally. But the movie was disappointingly boring-thank goodness, Erik thought because this was so much better anyway-and they had started making out in the middle of it and by now, neither of them was paying any attention to the background noise anymore.
Some time in the middle of it, Erik had rolled on top of Charles, all the better to kiss him and bury his hand in his perfect brown locks. Okay, and a little bit because it was far easier to grind against Charles like that and Erik definitely was in the mood for a lot more than just making out. He broke their latest kiss to withdraw enough to get a hand between them and reached for Charles' already half hard penis through his sweat pants.
“Good?” he hummed into Charles' ear.
“To be honest,” Charles panted back. “I need a cuppa can we do this later?”
Erik gave him a flat look. “You serious?”
Charles rolled his eyes. “Absolutely not. Now stop asking stupid questions and get you hand in my pants or so help me.”
That wasn't something Erik needed to be told twice. With one quick motion, he pulled down Charles' sweatpants. Neither of them had felt the need to put on underwear all day, seeing as they both had their free day and never left the house anyway. Erik was very glad they hadn't. This way, it was a lot easier to get Charles naked and then pull him into his lap.
“Oh, tally ho, old sport,” Charles gasped as he slung his arms around Erik's neck so he wouldn't topple over. Erik raised an eyebrow. He wondered what had gotten into Charles. But then again, he was very turned on by the sudden display of Britishness from his boyfriend. And a little bit confused. But mostly turned on, which was good, because now that Charles was on top of him, he made very good used of that by pressing their bodies together and moving against him in a way he knew would make Erik gasp and moan.
It took them a bit of fumbling around to get rid of their shirts as well. Neither of them could let their hands of each other long enough to do it for a while. When they finally had managed to, Erik started kissing Charles' chest, eliciting a cry of “Whistling dippers!” out of Charles.
Erik considered monitoring what the hell Charles put into his tea. Or perhaps simply make him coffee from now on.
“My word!” Charles panted out when Erik pushed a lubed finger inside him. He arched his back to press himself closer against Erik, moving his ass against Erik's long fingers to make him go faster. He knew he wouldn't need to prep Charles much, seeing as they had been at it only a few hours ago-which was why Erik had been able to fish out the bottle of lube between the couch cushions.
They soon grew impatient for any more unnecessary fingering. Erik never had been one for much foreplay once they had moved past kissing and it was past the time he should be pounding inside Charles if anyone asked him. The only reason he wasted this much time fingering was because he didn't want to hurt Charles.
“Are we good to go?” he ground out, stretching his three fingers inside of Charles.
“Yes, oh, tickity-boo, yes,” Charles panted.
Erik decided he should go with the two words he actually had understood and pulled out his fingers. He grabbed his own straining cock, as he guided Charles down on it by his hips with his other hand.
Fully seated, Charles clung to him for a few moments. “Gosh, golly gosh and heavens,” Erik could hear him mutter. He stroked his lover's back. Maybe they could have gone with a little more preparation. But Charles didn't complain and after a few more moments he started to move.
Erik held onto Charles' hips and rolled his hips upwards. He did not yet dare to buck up into Charles. Besides, he had long since learned that it was even better to leave Charles in charge every now and then. He usually could think of a lot of things to do with his sinful mouth and glorious ass that Erik wouldn't have dreamed of before and then would for a long time after.
Erik groaned as Charles raised his hips until he almost slipped free again and then ground down again fast. Charles repeated that a few times, before he stopped to guide one of Erik's hands from his hip to his cock. Erik tried to stroke Charles off with the rhythm of the movements of his hips, but soon his movements grew frantic as he felt his orgasm building.
“Butter my crumpets,” Charles moans out when he ground down on his lover at the verge Erik's of orgasm, both their cheeks flushed and their breaths ragged.
Erik didn't care what Charles had meant by that, nor could he really, when Charles moved just so and then clenched around him and does something just right to send him over the edge. For a second, his eyesight darkened but he remembered soon enough that Charles hadn't come yet. He should probably take care of it if he didn't want Charles to be mad at him later because he had let his fatigue take over as soon as he was finished himself.
So Erik wrapped his fingers around Charles again-when had his hand even lost grip of him?-and stroked him off with long practiced effortless. It wasn't too hard, seeing as Charles was already pretty close before he had started stroking. As he collapsed on top of Erik after his own orgasm, Charles whispered something that sounded a lot like “And bob's yer uncle, finally.”
Erik wrapped his arms around Charles and held him for a while, nuzzling Charles' neck and feeling contempt and blissfully spent. He wanted to ask Charles what had gotten into him just now. Not that he didn't like his lover's British accent but a little bit of warning would have been appreciated. “I love you,” Erik murmured instead of the questions he wanted to ask as he raised Charles' hips so he could slide out and lowered his lover on the couch.
“I love you too,” Charles hummed, pulling Erik close for another kiss, slow and chaste this time.
After Erik had tidied them both off with a wet cloth, Charles clasped his shoulder and said “Good show, old chap.” before he pulled Erik into a satisfied kiss. Erik couldn't say he didn't feel smug about the compliment, but the confusion at what had gotten into Charles somewhat toned it down a tad.