Fill: Snap, Crackle 2/2 (Charles/Erik) (warning: brief mentions of homophobia, mutantphobia)almostneverFebruary 22 2012, 12:19:53 UTC
"If I do, can we start taking jobs again, please?"
"You're getting the alerts, you can take whatever bounty-hunting dregs they're offering. Nobody's stopping you. Knock yourself out."
"I want to work with you."
"Is it possible that just this once, you might not get absolutely everything you want?"
Charles slams the magazine down on the table. "Fine. I'll take the next job they offer on my own."
He won't, though, Erik's sure of that. It's only been once that Heroes 4 Hire sent them after a supervillain who turned out to be immune to telepathy, but Erik's never seen Charles go so white so fast. (For that matter, until that day he wouldn't have dreamed Charles could possibly get any whiter.) Charles won't risk it.
"If you get the text alerts too, why do you keep having me read them to you?" Erik asks.
"So we'll have something to talk about besides how we're going to fuck tonight."
Maybe that was supposed to sting, but Erik just comes over and succumbs to the temptation to finally stick his hand down the back of Charles's collar, rubbing down the center of his back, resting his palm between Charles's shoulderblades. "Speaking of..."
"I'm doing you across the kitchen table. Seeing as how you've been thinking of it since you walked in," Charles says, looking at his watch. He twists, dislodging Erik's hand, and stands, staring up at him over his glasses. "And yes, don't worry, I'll definitely still be angry enough for you to get the grudgefuck you're fantasizing about."
He grabs Erik's hair when he pulls him down for a kiss, and the fingers of his other hand hook into the waistband of Erik's jeans, tugging him close; he lets Erik bite his mouth before he eases away with, "Meet me back here at six," and he slams the door a little-- he shuts it overly firmly, anyway, and by Charles standards, that's a slam-- when he stomps off.
HEEEEEEE LOVELY, JUST LOVELY <3 And it had bottom!Erik, too! GUYS, IT'S NOT EVEN MY BIRTHDAY XDXD Thank you for filling my prompt so quickly!! (though, I know, what with the ass cleavage and the grandpa outfit that was somehow still sexy... IT WAS HARD TO RESIST, RIGHT? ;D)
Re: Fill: Snap, Crackle 2/2 (Charles/Erik) (warning: brief mentions of homophobia, mutantphobia)mrkinchFebruary 22 2012, 17:04:22 UTC
Oh, you really do have your own brand of fluff, don't you? So perfectly fucked up.
"Meet me back here at six," and he slams the door a little-- he shuts it overly firmly, anyway, and by Charles standards, that's a slam-- when he stomps off.
Re: Fill: Snap, Crackle 2/2 (Charles/Erik) (warning: brief mentions of homophobia, mutantphobia)apey1013February 22 2012, 23:38:29 UTC
OMG, I love how cranky Charles is and how Erik's just rolling with it, I love the "Charles can read Erik's mind in the morning" rule, I love Charles clocking every dirty thought Erik is having and not letting it derail the conversation. It's all so lovely and sexy and domestic.
(I have to say, though, I have BEEN THERE with the whole "you've never been broke so you're playing at it, I'VE actually been broke so knock it off" conversation.)
"You're getting the alerts, you can take whatever bounty-hunting dregs they're offering. Nobody's stopping you. Knock yourself out."
"I want to work with you."
"Is it possible that just this once, you might not get absolutely everything you want?"
Charles slams the magazine down on the table. "Fine. I'll take the next job they offer on my own."
He won't, though, Erik's sure of that. It's only been once that Heroes 4 Hire sent them after a supervillain who turned out to be immune to telepathy, but Erik's never seen Charles go so white so fast. (For that matter, until that day he wouldn't have dreamed Charles could possibly get any whiter.) Charles won't risk it.
"If you get the text alerts too, why do you keep having me read them to you?" Erik asks.
"So we'll have something to talk about besides how we're going to fuck tonight."
Maybe that was supposed to sting, but Erik just comes over and succumbs to the temptation to finally stick his hand down the back of Charles's collar, rubbing down the center of his back, resting his palm between Charles's shoulderblades. "Speaking of..."
"I'm doing you across the kitchen table. Seeing as how you've been thinking of it since you walked in," Charles says, looking at his watch. He twists, dislodging Erik's hand, and stands, staring up at him over his glasses. "And yes, don't worry, I'll definitely still be angry enough for you to get the grudgefuck you're fantasizing about."
He grabs Erik's hair when he pulls him down for a kiss, and the fingers of his other hand hook into the waistband of Erik's jeans, tugging him close; he lets Erik bite his mouth before he eases away with, "Meet me back here at six," and he slams the door a little-- he shuts it overly firmly, anyway, and by Charles standards, that's a slam-- when he stomps off.
Six. Erik can't wait.
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"Meet me back here at six," and he slams the door a little-- he shuts it overly firmly, anyway, and by Charles standards, that's a slam-- when he stomps off.
Dying.
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(I have to say, though, I have BEEN THERE with the whole "you've never been broke so you're playing at it, I'VE actually been broke so knock it off" conversation.)
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