FILL: Getting By, 4/4, Complete, TW: Addiction, References to Abuse
anonymous
November 6 2011, 07:21:29 UTC
Charles sets himself to exploring, reaching up to feel his biceps and then stroking the base of Erik’s exposed throat. “You can touch,” he mumbles into Erik’s mouth, before rubbing his thumb against Erik’s adam’s apple curiously.
Erik reciprocates tentatively, pulling his hands up Charles side and then up to the back of Charles’ neck to massage tense muscles. Charles leans back with a moan at that, rolling his head before moving forward and way. Charles reaches for Erik’s shirt, making a desperate whine at the back of his throat before smoothing his hands underneath, deft fingers travelling up wiry scars to tweak Erik’s nipples.
“I think your scars are beautiful,” Charles whispers into his mouth before licking Erik’s teeth.
Erik tries not to stutter at that, because his scars are products of a past, a past that he thinks of as anything but beautiful. Charles notices the pause and smiles at it; Erik can feel the smile more than see it with how close Charles is. “You’re thinking they’re not very beautiful considering how they were made, aren’t you?” Before Erik can protest, Charles smiles again. “But they made you who you are today. And who you are today is very beautiful.”
Erik doesn’t quite know how to argue against that logic other than he and his scars are most decidedly not beautiful. In fact he is not quite sure why Charles wants him at all, because as much as Erik might want Charles, he’s never felt he deserved those feelings to be reciprocated.
Charles is beautiful wholly and completely because he can sit in Erik’s lap battered and bruised and still laugh and still startle a laugh out of Erik. He is beautiful because even when his face is blue and purple and mottled he manages to smile at Erik and insist that everything is fine and good “my friend”.
“I have another secret for you,” Charles informs him, when Erik has gone quiet and still. “I have scars too.” He lifts up his shirt and waits until Erik places a gentle hand on a particularly large mass of scars. Erik strokes at the soft of Charles’ belly with a feeling of dread, that he might break Charles at any moment, that Charles is much more fragile than he purports himself to be and Erik would not like to be the one to fracture him.
Charles, apparently not understanding or caring how delicate he may be, surges forward after waiting what he seems to deem a good amount of time, licking the shell of Erik’s ear with more curiosity than sex appeal.
“No matter what you may think, or what someone may have told you, you are quite the beautiful specimen, Erik,” Charles murmurs into Erik’s ear. “Please do not let anyone tell you otherwise.”
Raven leans in Erik’s doorway, smiling in at him, tossing blond hair carelessly. “Do you have anything for me?”
“Always for you, gorgeous,” Erik says with a flirtatious smirk. She giggles like a schoolgirl and waves someone else in through the door.
“This is my brother, Charles. He wants to pick up some weed.”
Charles steps forward, wearing a frumpy mauve sweater and his hair tousled in a way that suggests he spent much too much time fixing it in the mirror. Erik is not impressed.
“Ah. Pleasure to meet you I suppose,” Charles says, with an overly wide smile. He reaches forward to shake Erik’s hand.
Erik hesitantly reaches forward to meet Charles’ hand, not quite knowing how to respond. “Sorry about him,” Raven cuts in. “He’s a little bit of a freak.” Charles doesn’t even look back to her, continuing his strong even handshake.
When Charles finally lets go, Erik gives a sharp grin to Raven. “Well I’m a bit of a freak myself.”
“A matched set than,” Charles says without pause, finally looking back to Raven. “Nothing wrong with that.”
Re: FILL: Getting By, 4/4, Complete, TW: Addiction, References to Abuse
anonymous
November 12 2011, 03:17:57 UTC
author-anon here! as not-me-anon said before me, raven's comment was mainly based on the fact that charles properly introduced himself etc.
it's also meant to read as raven referring to charles as her "freaky nerdy brother" in a loving way - in reality she thinks of herself as entirely outside of society, as someone who is never going to fit in or be "normal", charles is just kind of geeky and weird and lovely in her opinion again, not sure if this read, but this is what i was aiming for
and thank you for the thoughtful comment, it meant a lot to me!
Re: FILL: Getting By, 4/4, Complete, TW: Addiction, References to Abuse
anonymous
November 12 2011, 03:27:58 UTC
author!anon here - UHHH ANYWAY YOU COULD LINK ME SAID FICS? i have not stumbled across them myself and i kind of filled this because of my own personal interest in the subject matter!
Re: FILL: Getting By, 4/4, Complete, TW: Addiction, References to Abuse
anonymous
November 12 2011, 05:00:33 UTC
there is only one other I can think of. It's a skins cross over, Erik is the kids' dealer. He isn't in it nearly enough but then the whole story could eb about him and I would still think that.
aaa op i am so glad that you like it! this prompt was kind of bugging me for like...a month and i couldn't NOT fill it?? i've never actually publicly posted my writing...ever, anywhere, so thank you for such an excellent and inspiring prompt!
Erik reciprocates tentatively, pulling his hands up Charles side and then up to the back of Charles’ neck to massage tense muscles. Charles leans back with a moan at that, rolling his head before moving forward and way. Charles reaches for Erik’s shirt, making a desperate whine at the back of his throat before smoothing his hands underneath, deft fingers travelling up wiry scars to tweak Erik’s nipples.
“I think your scars are beautiful,” Charles whispers into his mouth before licking Erik’s teeth.
Erik tries not to stutter at that, because his scars are products of a past, a past that he thinks of as anything but beautiful. Charles notices the pause and smiles at it; Erik can feel the smile more than see it with how close Charles is. “You’re thinking they’re not very beautiful considering how they were made, aren’t you?” Before Erik can protest, Charles smiles again. “But they made you who you are today. And who you are today is very beautiful.”
Erik doesn’t quite know how to argue against that logic other than he and his scars are most decidedly not beautiful. In fact he is not quite sure why Charles wants him at all, because as much as Erik might want Charles, he’s never felt he deserved those feelings to be reciprocated.
Charles is beautiful wholly and completely because he can sit in Erik’s lap battered and bruised and still laugh and still startle a laugh out of Erik. He is beautiful because even when his face is blue and purple and mottled he manages to smile at Erik and insist that everything is fine and good “my friend”.
“I have another secret for you,” Charles informs him, when Erik has gone quiet and still. “I have scars too.” He lifts up his shirt and waits until Erik places a gentle hand on a particularly large mass of scars. Erik strokes at the soft of Charles’ belly with a feeling of dread, that he might break Charles at any moment, that Charles is much more fragile than he purports himself to be and Erik would not like to be the one to fracture him.
Charles, apparently not understanding or caring how delicate he may be, surges forward after waiting what he seems to deem a good amount of time, licking the shell of Erik’s ear with more curiosity than sex appeal.
“No matter what you may think, or what someone may have told you, you are quite the beautiful specimen, Erik,” Charles murmurs into Erik’s ear. “Please do not let anyone tell you otherwise.”
Raven leans in Erik’s doorway, smiling in at him, tossing blond hair carelessly. “Do you have anything for me?”
“Always for you, gorgeous,” Erik says with a flirtatious smirk. She giggles like a schoolgirl and waves someone else in through the door.
“This is my brother, Charles. He wants to pick up some weed.”
Charles steps forward, wearing a frumpy mauve sweater and his hair tousled in a way that suggests he spent much too much time fixing it in the mirror. Erik is not impressed.
“Ah. Pleasure to meet you I suppose,” Charles says, with an overly wide smile. He reaches forward to shake Erik’s hand.
Erik hesitantly reaches forward to meet Charles’ hand, not quite knowing how to respond. “Sorry about him,” Raven cuts in. “He’s a little bit of a freak.” Charles doesn’t even look back to her, continuing his strong even handshake.
When Charles finally lets go, Erik gives a sharp grin to Raven. “Well I’m a bit of a freak myself.”
“A matched set than,” Charles says without pause, finally looking back to Raven. “Nothing wrong with that.”
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it's also meant to read as raven referring to charles as her "freaky nerdy brother" in a loving way - in reality she thinks of herself as entirely outside of society, as someone who is never going to fit in or be "normal", charles is just kind of geeky and weird and lovely in her opinion
again, not sure if this read, but this is what i was aiming for
and thank you for the thoughtful comment, it meant a lot to me!
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