Re: Charles/Erik 'I just called to say ..' pt 5/6cecinepasfanficSeptember 28 2011, 14:31:36 UTC
Erik had stopped massaging Charles' shoulders when Charles had released such a wanton moan that it had made him hard. After that, they had talked a little, only sharing chess moves over their paper thin chess board.
"Erik .."
"Yes?"
"Do you want to-" Charles' phone rang. "Hello gorgeous."
Do I want to what? Erik wasn't sure if he wanted to know, but his mind already offered him several options. Do you want to come home with me/have sex with me/be my boyfriend?
Just a second, please. "You prefer men? Well, that happens to the best of us."
Erik tensed.
A laugh. "You know by my voice?" His accent thickened. "Well darling, that's fabulous! You won't have any trouble finding men with that ability. But how can I help you tonight?"
You're kidding.
Don't act like you didn't know I was English.
Erik fled to the bath room. Had Charles noticed that he had been turned on by him? But the telepath wasn't cruel, to let him listen in on something like that. "Fuck."
"Lensherr?" Their boss hovered in front of the toilets. "No more than five minutes, you know the rules."
And why are you such a bitch. Erik smiled at Shaw and pushed the door open.
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"Any way .. " They were done for tonight, and at the corner where they usually separated, Charles was holding back.
"Yes, Charles?" For the first time in years, Erik felt a distance between them. Charles acted like he was uncomfortable, which made Erik uncomfortable.
"Want to come back to my place?" Charles looked at his feet. "To er.. celebrate that I'm almost done here?"
And you'll never have to see me again? It was so whiny that Erik wished he could retract the thought as soon as he had left it.
"I was thinking more along the lines of 'maybe see each other in day light'?"
Erik tried a smile, tried to lighten the mood. "Can't, I'm a vampire."
Now Charles looked up at him. "Well, suck me sideways."
"I know you wanted to try sex again, but that's just rude. What about roses and fo-" No, he was going too fast. "I think I better go home."
"What? Why?" Charles looked bewildered. "I wasn't .. propositioning you! I just had a shitty day and we really had no time to talk and is this because of what I said on the phone? That I'm g-"
"No. It's not that. It's-" This should be his cue, just blurt it all out and go home with him. Kiss him.
"I'm sure it isn't." It was like curtains fell behind Charles' eyes. "I'll see you tomorrow night."
"Charles, I really didn't mean it like that!"
The telepath walked away. Maybe you should learn to express yourself better than.
"Charles!" Erik made to follow him, but something blocked him. Charles clearly had told him not to.
Re: Charles/Erik 'I just called to say ..' pt 6a/6cecinepasfanficSeptember 30 2011, 10:49:53 UTC
Erik had thought of texting several things. 'I wouldn't even mind if you'd fall in love with clowns' was one. I like you in any way, was a second option. 'Let's be homosexual together' another, after seven shots of vodka.
He launched his cell phone against the wall and wished for tomorrow night.
"God damned Lensherr, stop destroying my bar!" Logan looked tired.
"Screw you."
"I think you should go home. Let me show you the way." The bar tender grabbed Erik's arm and tried to pull him away, but the bar had a metal edge so Erik wasn't going anywhere.
"Stop destroying my bar!"
"You're adama-adami- I can kill you." Erik just wanted to sleep.
"Can you please just patch up things with your hubby before I don't have a place to live?" Logan hovered over him. "I mean it dude. I can feel Charles' manly man tears in the back of my head and here you are, getting skunk drunk without anyone to take advantage of you."
He started crying. "He's not my hubby. I hurt him!"
"Oh for fuck's sake." Logan muttered something rude before pulling Erik into a hug, eliciting curious stares from customers, but the other mutant didn't notice a thing. He had fallen asleep, drooling over Logan's shirt.
"This is why I don't do relationships." The mutant lifted Erik over a shoulder and brought him to his room on the first floor.
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Any other mutant might had taken his defeat, curled up in bed and wished for death, but Erik was not any other mutant and he had never missed a night of work. And he needed to see Charles.
"You look awful." Charles was already in his cubicle when Erik came in. "And if you don't mind I won't hang around in your head today, because it feels lethal."
It wasn't lethal, but the pain of the remark made the hangover pale. "I'm sorry." Erik was sorry for a lot of things.
"You don't have to say you're sorry. You're completely allowed to do anything you want, including getting drunk."
He tried to peer through their gap, to see Charles' face, but it was hard to focus. "You know what I'm sorry about."
"I'm sticking with hangover." His reply was short. "Maybe it's best if you pray for a silent night."
"Jesus, Charles!" It hurt even to talk, but he wasn't going to let this, whatever it was, come between them. "I told you I was sorry and you know what I'm sorry about and frankly I don't know how you can even think that I would dislike you for your .. preference." Every word felt like someone was slamming a nail into his brain, but it had to be said.
"I think I'm going to pray for a silent night as well." Charles leaned over, his eye against the gap. "Erik, you don't have to say sorry for something like that. I overreacted, it's a bit of a sensitive th-"
His phone rang. Erik ordered it to stop, but it kept on ringing.
"I have to take this." The blue eye disappeared.
No you don't. Erik didn't know what was louder, his hungover or the voice egging him on to tell Charles he was in love with him.
"Hello gorgeous."
Erik just let his voice roll over him, balm for his soul. If he had one.
The paper chess board was shoved through the gap, a move written out on its back. He made his own move and returned it.
"You want to do what?" Charles chuckled. "I know this is my profession, but I never heard of something like that."
How Erik desperately wished for telepathy right now. The chess board was returned to him.
"Is it really called felching? Because that sounds a bit like the sound I make when I vomit."
The caller laughed so loud that Erik could enjoy it as well. Erik tried to remember if he had ever heard about it, before getting his cell phone out and looking it up on the Internet.
He wished he hadn't, but Charles just shrugged when Erik showed him the information.
"Do you prefer any liquid?"
Erik willed his phone to ring, just about anything to happen so he hadn't had to listen to Charles talking about that.
Re: Charles/Erik 'I just called to say ..' pt 6b/6cecinepasfanficSeptember 30 2011, 21:02:51 UTC
As soon as Erik had returned to his cubicle, Charles slipped a note through the gap.
Everything all right?
"No, but I'll live."
Charles put his eye against the wall. "Want to talk about it?"
"No." As to make it easier on Erik, his phone rang. "Hello?"
A muffled voice asked if he was Erik Lensherr. He tensed. Last names were never used.
Everything's okay?
I thought you were going to stay out of my head tonight. It felt too good to have Charles back there.
Maybe I missed you. Do you mind?
Not at all. You're always welcome. "I don't know anyone by that name, my name's Max. Can I help you with anything?" He couldn't look at Charles, even though he felt his gaze. Erik knew he was this close to a confession.
"I just wanted to ask if you made up with hubby yet."
"Logan? Fuck you dude!" Erik banged the phone down.
"Logan?" Charles frowned. "I thought Logan didn't even knew you worked here. When did you tell him?"
Shit. That had probably been in the black hole of last night/this morning. "Don't know. Doesn't matter."
"Why did he call?" The frown disappeared.
"He wanted to know if I had made up with eh .." Erik looked away. "Lover. Charles?"
Re: Charles/Erik 'I just called to say ..' pt 6/6cecinepasfanficSeptember 30 2011, 21:03:16 UTC
Erik catapulted himself from his chair and darted into Charles' cubicle. The brunette looked at him like a deer at an oncoming car.
"I-" This was so weird. There should be candles and comfortable couches and maybe some alcohol, not a cubicle of a phone sex l- why were Charles' walls plastered with every chess game they ever had? And was that Erik's welcome note?
"Yes?" Charles was still a bit squeaky.
It was cute and Erik was already thinking about all of the other sounds he wanted to hear from him. "It was 'hubby', to be exact." It felt like something stuck in his throat.
"Oh. Ah." He rose from his chair. "Can you close the door behind you?"
Erik made a small wave, hearing the door click into a previous non-existent lock. "Are you going to hurt me?"
Charles was all big blue eyes and Erik found it hard to focus on anything else. "Only if you want me to. I've known you for quite a while but .."
"Let's just start slow?" He swallowed. "I mean, err- I really like you. You're .." He realized he was smiling like the Joker. "Hubby. And I'm so sorry I hurt you because it all came out wrong and it wasn't planned like that at all and I-"
"I really like you too." Charles leaned into him. "Can I kiss you?"
But Erik hadn't finished telling everything yet. "Y-"
I was just so afraid that I would never see you again if you would stop working.. Charles' mouth was soft and tasted so good and his tongue, darting through his mouth, lit a small fire in him.
I might have lied about that.
Erik pulled back. "Wha?" He didn't want to leave Charles' touch, but he couldn't stand lying.
Charles bit his lip. "I just wanted to know if you eh- felt the same. Would mind me leaving."
"Of course! So you just .. lured me into confessing that I l-" Somehow, the word was tougher second time around. "Like you?"
"I'm sorry!" Charles pushed his hands into his pockets. "I just never felt like this and I try to keep it light because else it'll devour me and you know how I'd like to be in control."
"Yes, I know." To be honest, Erik thought they were talking too much, until he registered what Charles had just said. "Really?"
The telepath looked up at him. "Really."
"Okay." Erik embraced Charles. "Don't lie to me again."
"I won't." Those eyes didn't leave his.
"And I don't like to be hurt, in any situation."
Charles nodded. "Clowns?"
"Shut up." Somewhere in the distance, he heard Shaw bitch at a colleague, but Erik trusted Charles to keep him away if he came to close.
"Whatever you want. I mean it."
You might be careful with that. He kissed Charles, only now starting to realize that he was kissing Charles, the one he had wanted for much too long. His best friend.
Please focus on the manners at hand. Charles softly bit Erik's bottom lip.
Hands. He let his wander, at the same time extremely curious and reluctant to not explore every little piece thoroughly.
I think we should call in sick.
Erik moaned when he felt Charles pressing himself against him. Never do that.
I'm not into cubicle-everyone-will-hear-us-sex.
"What?"
Charles blushed. "Too much?"
Erik laughed. Just keep surprising me. "Do you tell Shaw we're gone or shall I?"
"Erik .."
"Yes?"
"Do you want to-" Charles' phone rang. "Hello gorgeous."
Do I want to what? Erik wasn't sure if he wanted to know, but his mind already offered him several options. Do you want to come home with me/have sex with me/be my boyfriend?
Just a second, please. "You prefer men? Well, that happens to the best of us."
Erik tensed.
A laugh. "You know by my voice?" His accent thickened. "Well darling, that's fabulous! You won't have any trouble finding men with that ability. But how can I help you tonight?"
You're kidding.
Don't act like you didn't know I was English.
Erik fled to the bath room. Had Charles noticed that he had been turned on by him? But the telepath wasn't cruel, to let him listen in on something like that. "Fuck."
"Lensherr?" Their boss hovered in front of the toilets. "No more than five minutes, you know the rules."
And why are you such a bitch. Erik smiled at Shaw and pushed the door open.
~
"Any way .. " They were done for tonight, and at the corner where they usually separated, Charles was holding back.
"Yes, Charles?" For the first time in years, Erik felt a distance between them. Charles acted like he was uncomfortable, which made Erik uncomfortable.
"Want to come back to my place?" Charles looked at his feet. "To er.. celebrate that I'm almost done here?"
And you'll never have to see me again? It was so whiny that Erik wished he could retract the thought as soon as he had left it.
"I was thinking more along the lines of 'maybe see each other in day light'?"
Erik tried a smile, tried to lighten the mood. "Can't, I'm a vampire."
Now Charles looked up at him. "Well, suck me sideways."
"I know you wanted to try sex again, but that's just rude. What about roses and fo-" No, he was going too fast. "I think I better go home."
"What? Why?" Charles looked bewildered. "I wasn't .. propositioning you! I just had a shitty day and we really had no time to talk and is this because of what I said on the phone? That I'm g-"
"No. It's not that. It's-" This should be his cue, just blurt it all out and go home with him. Kiss him.
"I'm sure it isn't." It was like curtains fell behind Charles' eyes. "I'll see you tomorrow night."
"Charles, I really didn't mean it like that!"
The telepath walked away. Maybe you should learn to express yourself better than.
"Charles!" Erik made to follow him, but something blocked him. Charles clearly had told him not to.
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He launched his cell phone against the wall and wished for tomorrow night.
"God damned Lensherr, stop destroying my bar!" Logan looked tired.
"Screw you."
"I think you should go home. Let me show you the way." The bar tender grabbed Erik's arm and tried to pull him away, but the bar had a metal edge so Erik wasn't going anywhere.
"Stop destroying my bar!"
"You're adama-adami- I can kill you." Erik just wanted to sleep.
"Can you please just patch up things with your hubby before I don't have a place to live?" Logan hovered over him. "I mean it dude. I can feel Charles' manly man tears in the back of my head and here you are, getting skunk drunk without anyone to take advantage of you."
He started crying. "He's not my hubby. I hurt him!"
"Oh for fuck's sake." Logan muttered something rude before pulling Erik into a hug, eliciting curious stares from customers, but the other mutant didn't notice a thing. He had fallen asleep, drooling over Logan's shirt.
"This is why I don't do relationships." The mutant lifted Erik over a shoulder and brought him to his room on the first floor.
~
Any other mutant might had taken his defeat, curled up in bed and wished for death, but Erik was not any other mutant and he had never missed a night of work. And he needed to see Charles.
"You look awful." Charles was already in his cubicle when Erik came in. "And if you don't mind I won't hang around in your head today, because it feels lethal."
It wasn't lethal, but the pain of the remark made the hangover pale. "I'm sorry." Erik was sorry for a lot of things.
"You don't have to say you're sorry. You're completely allowed to do anything you want, including getting drunk."
He tried to peer through their gap, to see Charles' face, but it was hard to focus. "You know what I'm sorry about."
"I'm sticking with hangover." His reply was short. "Maybe it's best if you pray for a silent night."
"Jesus, Charles!" It hurt even to talk, but he wasn't going to let this, whatever it was, come between them. "I told you I was sorry and you know what I'm sorry about and frankly I don't know how you can even think that I would dislike you for your .. preference." Every word felt like someone was slamming a nail into his brain, but it had to be said.
"I think I'm going to pray for a silent night as well." Charles leaned over, his eye against the gap. "Erik, you don't have to say sorry for something like that. I overreacted, it's a bit of a sensitive th-"
His phone rang. Erik ordered it to stop, but it kept on ringing.
"I have to take this." The blue eye disappeared.
No you don't. Erik didn't know what was louder, his hungover or the voice egging him on to tell Charles he was in love with him.
"Hello gorgeous."
Erik just let his voice roll over him, balm for his soul. If he had one.
The paper chess board was shoved through the gap, a move written out on its back. He made his own move and returned it.
"You want to do what?" Charles chuckled. "I know this is my profession, but I never heard of something like that."
How Erik desperately wished for telepathy right now. The chess board was returned to him.
"Is it really called felching? Because that sounds a bit like the sound I make when I vomit."
The caller laughed so loud that Erik could enjoy it as well. Erik tried to remember if he had ever heard about it, before getting his cell phone out and looking it up on the Internet.
He wished he hadn't, but Charles just shrugged when Erik showed him the information.
"Do you prefer any liquid?"
Erik willed his phone to ring, just about anything to happen so he hadn't had to listen to Charles talking about that.
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"Sure." It couldn't get much worse after all.
"Did I ever give you the smallest idea that it was allowed to be drunk at work?"
"I'm not drunk." Erik turned his chair to face his boss. "That was yesterday. After work. You must smell my hangover." He turned his chair back.
Shaw wasn't impressed. "In my office, please." He opened the door so hard that it banged against Charles' wall. "Come on."
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Everything all right?
"No, but I'll live."
Charles put his eye against the wall. "Want to talk about it?"
"No." As to make it easier on Erik, his phone rang. "Hello?"
A muffled voice asked if he was Erik Lensherr. He tensed. Last names were never used.
Everything's okay?
I thought you were going to stay out of my head tonight. It felt too good to have Charles back there.
Maybe I missed you. Do you mind?
Not at all. You're always welcome. "I don't know anyone by that name, my name's Max. Can I help you with anything?" He couldn't look at Charles, even though he felt his gaze. Erik knew he was this close to a confession.
"I just wanted to ask if you made up with hubby yet."
"Logan? Fuck you dude!" Erik banged the phone down.
"Logan?" Charles frowned. "I thought Logan didn't even knew you worked here. When did you tell him?"
Shit. That had probably been in the black hole of last night/this morning. "Don't know. Doesn't matter."
"Why did he call?" The frown disappeared.
"He wanted to know if I had made up with eh .." Erik looked away. "Lover. Charles?"
"Lover?" Charles' voice was strangely squeaky.
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"I-" This was so weird. There should be candles and comfortable couches and maybe some alcohol, not a cubicle of a phone sex l- why were Charles' walls plastered with every chess game they ever had? And was that Erik's welcome note?
"Yes?" Charles was still a bit squeaky.
It was cute and Erik was already thinking about all of the other sounds he wanted to hear from him. "It was 'hubby', to be exact." It felt like something stuck in his throat.
"Oh. Ah." He rose from his chair. "Can you close the door behind you?"
Erik made a small wave, hearing the door click into a previous non-existent lock. "Are you going to hurt me?"
Charles was all big blue eyes and Erik found it hard to focus on anything else. "Only if you want me to. I've known you for quite a while but .."
"Let's just start slow?" He swallowed. "I mean, err- I really like you. You're .." He realized he was smiling like the Joker. "Hubby. And I'm so sorry I hurt you because it all came out wrong and it wasn't planned like that at all and I-"
"I really like you too." Charles leaned into him. "Can I kiss you?"
But Erik hadn't finished telling everything yet. "Y-"
I was just so afraid that I would never see you again if you would stop working.. Charles' mouth was soft and tasted so good and his tongue, darting through his mouth, lit a small fire in him.
I might have lied about that.
Erik pulled back. "Wha?" He didn't want to leave Charles' touch, but he couldn't stand lying.
Charles bit his lip. "I just wanted to know if you eh- felt the same. Would mind me leaving."
"Of course! So you just .. lured me into confessing that I l-" Somehow, the word was tougher second time around. "Like you?"
"I'm sorry!" Charles pushed his hands into his pockets. "I just never felt like this and I try to keep it light because else it'll devour me and you know how I'd like to be in control."
"Yes, I know." To be honest, Erik thought they were talking too much, until he registered what Charles had just said. "Really?"
The telepath looked up at him. "Really."
"Okay." Erik embraced Charles. "Don't lie to me again."
"I won't." Those eyes didn't leave his.
"And I don't like to be hurt, in any situation."
Charles nodded. "Clowns?"
"Shut up." Somewhere in the distance, he heard Shaw bitch at a colleague, but Erik trusted Charles to keep him away if he came to close.
"Whatever you want. I mean it."
You might be careful with that. He kissed Charles, only now starting to realize that he was kissing Charles, the one he had wanted for much too long. His best friend.
Please focus on the manners at hand. Charles softly bit Erik's bottom lip.
Hands. He let his wander, at the same time extremely curious and reluctant to not explore every little piece thoroughly.
I think we should call in sick.
Erik moaned when he felt Charles pressing himself against him. Never do that.
I'm not into cubicle-everyone-will-hear-us-sex.
"What?"
Charles blushed. "Too much?"
Erik laughed. Just keep surprising me. "Do you tell Shaw we're gone or shall I?"
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So much love for this fill :)
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