Fill: Saving Face (3a/4)
anonymous
September 6 2011, 17:22:47 UTC
Kissing Mr. Lenscherr was nothing like kissing girls back home. They were all curves and soft, yielding lips where Mr. Lenscherr was harsh lines and heat. His grip was hard and bruising and Charles didn’t ever want it to stop.
Neither was entirely sure who started it, which one was the first to lean in across the table and grab hold, all pretense of being absorbed in factorials and principles of high mathematics lost in the span of a few seconds, but for Charles it really didn’t matter. Not when the sensations currently flooding his body were overruling every rational thought in his head.
Lenscherr’s mouth had moved away from his lips to nip at the skin of his neck while his hands played with the white tails of his uniform shirt. Charles’s tie was loose around his neck and not for the first time did he notice that Mr. Lanscherr never wore one himself. He brought his hands up to the high collar of the man’s soft black turtleneck, fingering the material a bit as he pulled Lenscherr ever closer.
“How come you, ah-” He shuddered and closed his eyes, losing all sense of reason for a moment before coming back down. His breath was hard and heavy in his throat. “How come you don’t wear a bloody tie? All the-oh god, all the other teachers wear them.” It was something that had bothered him since the first day of class when Lenscherr had walked in without a single piece of regulation clothing on his person save for his shoes. It was maddening.
He could feel the man’s smile against his neck, all teeth and warm breath brushing against his skin. “There are a few perks to be had in being the newest faculty on campus. It’s hard to get all the rules straight, what with lesson plans and unruly students fighting during class.” Charles felt the sting of the bruise over his eye come back with a renewed passion.
“That wasn’t my fault.”
“Of course not.” He didn’t believe him. Charles could tell from his voice, but before he could say another word, those hands worked their magic and his mind went blank. “Why should I have to focus time and energy on remembering the dress code when there are better things to do? Especially considering that I’m not sticking around for the whole year.”
Charles’s hands caught in Mr. Lenscherr’s hair and he brought his face up to eye-level. The boy’s cheeks were flushed with heat, his eyes tinged with something like sadness, and Erik felt the faintest hint of guilt rise up in his stomach. God, this was wrong. He closed his eyes and brought his mouth back to Charles’s skin, his hands palming the boy’s sides.
“Don’t.” Charles’s voice was quiet and fractured, and Erik paused in his ministrations, looking back up to Charles’s face. Charles ran his hand along the line of Erik’s jaw and he shuddered under the touch. “Don’t say things like that.” He drew Erik in for a kiss that had him gripping the edges of the table to keep him from falling to his knees. “Besides,” he whispered as he drew back for air, “I think you’d look fucking incredible all dressed to the nines.”
Erik pushed him back against the hard surface of the desk and regained the upper hand as he lost control of himself and this damnable situation.
Fill: Saving Face (3b/4)
anonymous
September 6 2011, 17:25:18 UTC
The hard press of his erection ground against Charles’s thigh, and the boy groaned into his ear, the sound oddly quiet in the stillness of the empty classroom. Charles was murmuring inanities to no one in particular, his breath speeding up with his pulse, and Erik could feel warmth spreading across his leg where Charles was pressed flush against him. The boy slowed in his movements, though his breath was still coming harsh and fast through his parted lips.
Erik knew that he should stop, finish himself off later in the safety of his room, but he was close. So very close. To coming in his pants like the boy trapped beneath him.
Oh god.
His mind went blank and for a moment he lost sense of where he was. But reality is never one to be ignored. His eyes opened to the boy on the desk beneath him, his uniform all askew and his face bright and flushed with exertion. Oh god, what they just done? What had he gotten himself into? He swallowed and staggered back, adjusting his slacks in a vain attempt to ward away the discomforting dampness that had settled there as Charles sat up and tried to do the same.
“Well. That was-” He swallowed again, trying not to watch Charles’s hands as they flew to his shirt, redoing the buttons that had come loose during their tryst. He turned his gaze to the floor and ran a hand through his hair. Oh god, what had he just done? He’d just slept with a student, one of his students, nothing more than a boy. Not that sleeping with a grown man would have been much better, of course. Damn it, what in the hell was he thinking? He groaned and buried his face in his hands. He might as well turn in his resignation right now. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled softly, hoping the ground would open up and swallow him whole.
Charles stilled. Erik watched the boy’s feet from where they dangled off the edge of the table, just barely brushing the ground. It hit him now just how young this boy really was. “It’s a shame you feel that way, Mr. Lenscherr.” Erik startled and looked up into the boy’s smiling face, his blue, blue eyes shining with mirth. He slid off the table and walked over to Erik, reaching up to grab his face in his hands. God, they were so close now. Erik could feel the boy’s breath ghosting against his lips.
“I’m sorry,” he said again, not sure why he was repeating himself. It felt like he’d stolen something from this boy, corrupted him in some irreparable manner.
Charles brought their mouths together in one last heated kiss. Erik had never felt more like dying than in the moment when Charles broke away. “I’m not.”
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((This is only my second time writing anything even remotely resembling a sex scene, so my apologies if it's awkward. Oh, and the illegality bit comes from the fact that I wasn't sure what time period to set this in, so I went for somewhat earlier rather than later. As far as I can tell, homosexual acts were illegal up until 1967 in Britain, after which the age of consent for them was set at 21.))
Re: Fill: Saving Face (3b/4)
anonymous
September 6 2011, 19:39:58 UTC
Wooow. *fans self* That was scorching, anon! Your writing is amazing, can't wait for the rest of this fic! (Also, just /4 ?? :(((( BUT ITS OK ANON MANY ♥s FOR YOU)
Neither was entirely sure who started it, which one was the first to lean in across the table and grab hold, all pretense of being absorbed in factorials and principles of high mathematics lost in the span of a few seconds, but for Charles it really didn’t matter. Not when the sensations currently flooding his body were overruling every rational thought in his head.
Lenscherr’s mouth had moved away from his lips to nip at the skin of his neck while his hands played with the white tails of his uniform shirt. Charles’s tie was loose around his neck and not for the first time did he notice that Mr. Lanscherr never wore one himself. He brought his hands up to the high collar of the man’s soft black turtleneck, fingering the material a bit as he pulled Lenscherr ever closer.
“How come you, ah-” He shuddered and closed his eyes, losing all sense of reason for a moment before coming back down. His breath was hard and heavy in his throat. “How come you don’t wear a bloody tie? All the-oh god, all the other teachers wear them.” It was something that had bothered him since the first day of class when Lenscherr had walked in without a single piece of regulation clothing on his person save for his shoes. It was maddening.
He could feel the man’s smile against his neck, all teeth and warm breath brushing against his skin. “There are a few perks to be had in being the newest faculty on campus. It’s hard to get all the rules straight, what with lesson plans and unruly students fighting during class.” Charles felt the sting of the bruise over his eye come back with a renewed passion.
“That wasn’t my fault.”
“Of course not.” He didn’t believe him. Charles could tell from his voice, but before he could say another word, those hands worked their magic and his mind went blank. “Why should I have to focus time and energy on remembering the dress code when there are better things to do? Especially considering that I’m not sticking around for the whole year.”
Charles’s hands caught in Mr. Lenscherr’s hair and he brought his face up to eye-level. The boy’s cheeks were flushed with heat, his eyes tinged with something like sadness, and Erik felt the faintest hint of guilt rise up in his stomach. God, this was wrong. He closed his eyes and brought his mouth back to Charles’s skin, his hands palming the boy’s sides.
“Don’t.” Charles’s voice was quiet and fractured, and Erik paused in his ministrations, looking back up to Charles’s face. Charles ran his hand along the line of Erik’s jaw and he shuddered under the touch. “Don’t say things like that.” He drew Erik in for a kiss that had him gripping the edges of the table to keep him from falling to his knees. “Besides,” he whispered as he drew back for air, “I think you’d look fucking incredible all dressed to the nines.”
Erik pushed him back against the hard surface of the desk and regained the upper hand as he lost control of himself and this damnable situation.
This was wrong.
This was illegal.
And neither one had the nerve to stop.
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Erik knew that he should stop, finish himself off later in the safety of his room, but he was close. So very close. To coming in his pants like the boy trapped beneath him.
Oh god.
His mind went blank and for a moment he lost sense of where he was. But reality is never one to be ignored. His eyes opened to the boy on the desk beneath him, his uniform all askew and his face bright and flushed with exertion. Oh god, what they just done? What had he gotten himself into? He swallowed and staggered back, adjusting his slacks in a vain attempt to ward away the discomforting dampness that had settled there as Charles sat up and tried to do the same.
“Well. That was-” He swallowed again, trying not to watch Charles’s hands as they flew to his shirt, redoing the buttons that had come loose during their tryst. He turned his gaze to the floor and ran a hand through his hair. Oh god, what had he just done? He’d just slept with a student, one of his students, nothing more than a boy. Not that sleeping with a grown man would have been much better, of course. Damn it, what in the hell was he thinking? He groaned and buried his face in his hands. He might as well turn in his resignation right now. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled softly, hoping the ground would open up and swallow him whole.
Charles stilled. Erik watched the boy’s feet from where they dangled off the edge of the table, just barely brushing the ground. It hit him now just how young this boy really was. “It’s a shame you feel that way, Mr. Lenscherr.” Erik startled and looked up into the boy’s smiling face, his blue, blue eyes shining with mirth. He slid off the table and walked over to Erik, reaching up to grab his face in his hands. God, they were so close now. Erik could feel the boy’s breath ghosting against his lips.
“I’m sorry,” he said again, not sure why he was repeating himself. It felt like he’d stolen something from this boy, corrupted him in some irreparable manner.
Charles brought their mouths together in one last heated kiss. Erik had never felt more like dying than in the moment when Charles broke away. “I’m not.”
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((This is only my second time writing anything even remotely resembling a sex scene, so my apologies if it's awkward. Oh, and the illegality bit comes from the fact that I wasn't sure what time period to set this in, so I went for somewhat earlier rather than later. As far as I can tell, homosexual acts were illegal up until 1967 in Britain, after which the age of consent for them was set at 21.))
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And yeah, only four parts. Maybe I'll do an extension of this 'verse once I get more done on the WIPs I have going right now.
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