Fill: Downtown (Charles/Erik, Pretty Woman AU) 2c/?
anonymous
October 26 2011, 13:59:01 UTC
Cain sniggered. ‘So you’re saying Phoenix isn’t a “good fit” for us? Go ahead and take that to the directors. You’ll be doing me a favour, they’ll have you out on your ear.’
‘It’s a defensible position,’ Charles protested. Sadly Kurt and Cain had somehow missed the memo that he was infinitely more intelligent than they were. He sighed manfully and started to go through his reasoning again.
Kurt cut him off with a gesture. ‘If you’re asking for my support, you’re even more naïve than you look. Land the deal and let me sort out the details, or lose it and explain yourself to the Board. You decide.’
Which meant, quite simply, tear up Phoenix for its patents or hand his company over to the Marcos.
Charles pressed his lips together determinedly. Erik was right, he let everyone push him around. He took another deep breath. ‘You can go back in with the lawyers now, Kurt,’ he said. ‘Feel free to thrash out something preliminary, but I’ll be talking to Dr Grey again, and I will go to the Board if necessary. Now I have some paperwork to attend to. Goodbye.’
He strolled out feeling smug. It wasn’t exactly an earth-shattering speech, but from the expressions on their faces he’d at least made an impression.
***
Azazel peered at him. ‘Clean up nice,’ he admitted. ‘Good suit. Good shoes. Your sugar daddy, he sticking around?’
Erik scowled. ‘He’s not a sugar daddy, and he’s only here for the week.’
‘Shame.’
‘It’s fine. It’s a temporary thing, I wouldn’t stay with him even if he asked.’
‘Ah. Ugly,’ Azazel said knowingly.
‘No, he’s cute.’ The words popped out without him thinking about it. He swore under his breath as Azazel fixed him with an interested gaze. It was true, though, Charles was objectively cute, with his blue eyes, red lips and friendly, open smile. Still, he was a trick like any other. ‘Look, will you just pay the rent? Don’t spend it all on drugs.’
‘Who, me?’
‘Yes, you. Where did the last lot go?’
‘Small issue with cash flow,’ Azazel said, offended.
‘Fuck off.’ Erik gave him a shove towards the door, then groaned as he saw Emma on an intercept course. ‘Oh, perfect.’
Her heels clicked across the floor as she approached, like tiny knells of doom. She looked Azazel up and down, taking in the half-bared chest and black leather trousers. ‘Erik, darling, are you starting a fashion, or has Charles decided to add to his harem?’
‘This is my roommate, Azazel,’ Erik said, ‘who was just leaving.’
‘I don’t get to meet sugar daddy?’ Azazel turned to Emma with a leer. ‘Very interested. Erik thinks his new trick is cute.’
‘Does he now?’ said Emma, clearly very interested too.
‘Oh Christ, I’m going back upstairs.’ He stomped back to the room, leaving the two of them standing there. They could discuss him all they liked, Charles was a nice guy, but hardly sugar daddy material. Besides, he’d be gone soon, and Erik would go back to his street corner a bit richer than before, and neither of them would think of the other again.
Charles came in at seven, rumpled and tired and still irritatingly cute. He bounced onto the bed where Erik had been moodily watching TV. ‘Hello. God, what a day. I think I held my own, though, you’re a good influence on me. Let’s get some dinner, then we’ll come back and collapse to the rest of… what’s this you’re watching? More Hitchcock? Oh, Spellbound, you big softie, that’s terribly romantic.’
‘Whatever you want,’ Erik said, more bitterly than he’d intended. ‘You’re the boss.’
Then he felt terribly guilty at the way Charles’s face fell, and spent the rest of the evening cheering him up again.
***
‘Honestly’ Charles gasped, as Erik’s hand wrapped around his cock, ‘what’s your name?’ It was really starting to bother him.
‘Still not a fan of Erik? You can use Ian, if you like.’
‘Ian? That’s not even German. Oh, yes, do that again. Keep doing that. Ohhhhh, bloody fucking hell, oh my god…’ He broke off for a minute to squirm and pant and make little mewling noises. ‘You’re not actually called Ian, are you?’
‘It’s a defensible position,’ Charles protested. Sadly Kurt and Cain had somehow missed the memo that he was infinitely more intelligent than they were. He sighed manfully and started to go through his reasoning again.
Kurt cut him off with a gesture. ‘If you’re asking for my support, you’re even more naïve than you look. Land the deal and let me sort out the details, or lose it and explain yourself to the Board. You decide.’
Which meant, quite simply, tear up Phoenix for its patents or hand his company over to the Marcos.
Charles pressed his lips together determinedly. Erik was right, he let everyone push him around. He took another deep breath. ‘You can go back in with the lawyers now, Kurt,’ he said. ‘Feel free to thrash out something preliminary, but I’ll be talking to Dr Grey again, and I will go to the Board if necessary. Now I have some paperwork to attend to. Goodbye.’
He strolled out feeling smug. It wasn’t exactly an earth-shattering speech, but from the expressions on their faces he’d at least made an impression.
***
Azazel peered at him. ‘Clean up nice,’ he admitted. ‘Good suit. Good shoes. Your sugar daddy, he sticking around?’
Erik scowled. ‘He’s not a sugar daddy, and he’s only here for the week.’
‘Shame.’
‘It’s fine. It’s a temporary thing, I wouldn’t stay with him even if he asked.’
‘Ah. Ugly,’ Azazel said knowingly.
‘No, he’s cute.’ The words popped out without him thinking about it. He swore under his breath as Azazel fixed him with an interested gaze. It was true, though, Charles was objectively cute, with his blue eyes, red lips and friendly, open smile. Still, he was a trick like any other. ‘Look, will you just pay the rent? Don’t spend it all on drugs.’
‘Who, me?’
‘Yes, you. Where did the last lot go?’
‘Small issue with cash flow,’ Azazel said, offended.
‘Fuck off.’ Erik gave him a shove towards the door, then groaned as he saw Emma on an intercept course. ‘Oh, perfect.’
Her heels clicked across the floor as she approached, like tiny knells of doom. She looked Azazel up and down, taking in the half-bared chest and black leather trousers. ‘Erik, darling, are you starting a fashion, or has Charles decided to add to his harem?’
‘This is my roommate, Azazel,’ Erik said, ‘who was just leaving.’
‘I don’t get to meet sugar daddy?’ Azazel turned to Emma with a leer. ‘Very interested. Erik thinks his new trick is cute.’
‘Does he now?’ said Emma, clearly very interested too.
‘Oh Christ, I’m going back upstairs.’ He stomped back to the room, leaving the two of them standing there. They could discuss him all they liked, Charles was a nice guy, but hardly sugar daddy material. Besides, he’d be gone soon, and Erik would go back to his street corner a bit richer than before, and neither of them would think of the other again.
Charles came in at seven, rumpled and tired and still irritatingly cute. He bounced onto the bed where Erik had been moodily watching TV. ‘Hello. God, what a day. I think I held my own, though, you’re a good influence on me. Let’s get some dinner, then we’ll come back and collapse to the rest of… what’s this you’re watching? More Hitchcock? Oh, Spellbound, you big softie, that’s terribly romantic.’
‘Whatever you want,’ Erik said, more bitterly than he’d intended. ‘You’re the boss.’
Then he felt terribly guilty at the way Charles’s face fell, and spent the rest of the evening cheering him up again.
***
‘Honestly’ Charles gasped, as Erik’s hand wrapped around his cock, ‘what’s your name?’ It was really starting to bother him.
‘Still not a fan of Erik? You can use Ian, if you like.’
‘Ian? That’s not even German. Oh, yes, do that again. Keep doing that. Ohhhhh, bloody fucking hell, oh my god…’ He broke off for a minute to squirm and pant and make little mewling noises. ‘You’re not actually called Ian, are you?’
Erik licked his earlobe. ‘No.’
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It's Erik, Charles, you dumbass.
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Thank you for your enthusiasm, anon!
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HE LOOKS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAWESOME.
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