One Part Cherry Vodka 2/4 - intoxication, mild exhibitionism
anonymous
March 14 2012, 23:12:57 UTC
Tony is Charles’ most recent ex, the one Charles left for Erik. He and Charles have remained friends against Erik’s explicit wishes, but Charles has been very insistent. Tony is apparently more like family than like a love interest, but the way that he’s currently sucking on Charles’ neck tells Erik a slightly different story. Yes, Tony is handsy with everyone and yes, he’s probably drunk, but he’s still sexy and rich and already graduated and an ex and therefore a threat. Erik doesn’t really believe that Charles would leave him to go back to Tony, or Emma for that matter, but he does not appreciate the way that Charles’ exes seem to think that Charles still belongs to them.
Tony is pressed flush against Charles’ back, rocking them to the beat, while Charles’ leg is pressed forward against Emma so she can roll her hips against it and the whole thing is too sexual for Erik’s comfort level. But they haven’t quite reached dance floor sex yet; they are all still clearly dancing, their hips swaying and arms moving in a way that Erik has never been able to replicate with any dignity.
For a moment, Erik considers leaving. If Charles wants to dance so suggestively with his exes right in plain view, he should do it when Erik isn’t there. But then he catches Charles’ staring at him over Emma’s shoulder, his eyes hooded and longing, and the slow sway of his hips, the slide of his leg and the twist of his arms is all for Erik.
“Fuck,” Erik mutters, glaring back down at the table. He is not drunk enough for this. Charles’ abandoned shot is still an offensive shade of pink that Erik would never even consider putting into his body under normal circumstances. He grabs it before he can think and downs it as quickly as possible. It’s so sweet he can barely taste any alcohol and he gags slightly after swallowing the last of it. But when he stands, the room tilts a little and Erik feels more confident about the content of the shot.
Charles watches him cross the room, reaching out for him when he’s close and pulling him in, breathing a soft, buzzed greeting in his ear. Erik feels a blush crawl up his neck and he wants nothing more than to press in as close as possible, but neither Tony or Emma have moved, and all Erik seems to be doing is throwing off the rhythm of the trio.
But then there’s a strong, unfamiliar hand on his neck, pushing him forward until Tony’s kissing him over Charles’ shoulder, hot and wet and with the tang of expensive whiskey that Erik knows Charles is fond of. For a brief moment, Erik worries that he tastes too much like cherries and lime, but Tony really doesn’t seem to mind and really, in this situation, it should be the last thing Erik’s worried about. He definitely isn’t drunk enough for this.
Caught between disgust and shock at Tony’s boldness, Erik is frozen. Charles might be giggling, but the sensation could be more in Erik’s mind than his ears, and Erik relaxes slightly into the kiss. Tony hums happily and suddenly Emma and Charles are pulling Erik between them, rocking against him to the beat, pulling him into the rhythm.
When Tony finally pulls away from him, grinning triumphantly, Erik doesn’t know if he should feel guilty and disgusted for making out with Charles’ ex-in front of him, no less-or not. At his core, the guilt is there, but Charles is smiling up at him, letting his happiness and pleasure brush against Erik’s mind. Even if Erik had hoped that Charles would be a little jealous, he can’t bring himself to feel too worried; after all, it’s Tony Stark. Erik wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the last person in the room Tony has kissed tonight.
Tony is pressed flush against Charles’ back, rocking them to the beat, while Charles’ leg is pressed forward against Emma so she can roll her hips against it and the whole thing is too sexual for Erik’s comfort level. But they haven’t quite reached dance floor sex yet; they are all still clearly dancing, their hips swaying and arms moving in a way that Erik has never been able to replicate with any dignity.
For a moment, Erik considers leaving. If Charles wants to dance so suggestively with his exes right in plain view, he should do it when Erik isn’t there. But then he catches Charles’ staring at him over Emma’s shoulder, his eyes hooded and longing, and the slow sway of his hips, the slide of his leg and the twist of his arms is all for Erik.
“Fuck,” Erik mutters, glaring back down at the table. He is not drunk enough for this. Charles’ abandoned shot is still an offensive shade of pink that Erik would never even consider putting into his body under normal circumstances. He grabs it before he can think and downs it as quickly as possible. It’s so sweet he can barely taste any alcohol and he gags slightly after swallowing the last of it. But when he stands, the room tilts a little and Erik feels more confident about the content of the shot.
Charles watches him cross the room, reaching out for him when he’s close and pulling him in, breathing a soft, buzzed greeting in his ear. Erik feels a blush crawl up his neck and he wants nothing more than to press in as close as possible, but neither Tony or Emma have moved, and all Erik seems to be doing is throwing off the rhythm of the trio.
But then there’s a strong, unfamiliar hand on his neck, pushing him forward until Tony’s kissing him over Charles’ shoulder, hot and wet and with the tang of expensive whiskey that Erik knows Charles is fond of. For a brief moment, Erik worries that he tastes too much like cherries and lime, but Tony really doesn’t seem to mind and really, in this situation, it should be the last thing Erik’s worried about. He definitely isn’t drunk enough for this.
Caught between disgust and shock at Tony’s boldness, Erik is frozen. Charles might be giggling, but the sensation could be more in Erik’s mind than his ears, and Erik relaxes slightly into the kiss. Tony hums happily and suddenly Emma and Charles are pulling Erik between them, rocking against him to the beat, pulling him into the rhythm.
When Tony finally pulls away from him, grinning triumphantly, Erik doesn’t know if he should feel guilty and disgusted for making out with Charles’ ex-in front of him, no less-or not. At his core, the guilt is there, but Charles is smiling up at him, letting his happiness and pleasure brush against Erik’s mind. Even if Erik had hoped that Charles would be a little jealous, he can’t bring himself to feel too worried; after all, it’s Tony Stark. Erik wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the last person in the room Tony has kissed tonight.
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