Fill: Childish Things (1a/1)
anonymous
August 29 2011, 20:55:38 UTC
“What's the dumbest accident you ever had?” Sean asks over breakfast.
The question unleashes a flood of reminiscences featuring a torched football stadium (Alex), an awkward encounter with bats hanging from the rafters (Hank) and forty-seven greenhouses in a single afternoon (Sean himself).
It's not a conversation Erik's about to join, but he's feeling unusually relaxed after Sunday morning pancakes and maple syrup, mellow enough to let the chatter wash over him with just the occasional spike of irritation at some particular piece of stupidity.
Charles sits there, smiling benignly, listening to it all as if he's taking notes for training purposes. He probably is. Not for the first time, Erik wonders if anyone ever gets under that charming surface - that can't be all there is to the man.
“The dumbest accident I ever had was on Charles's fourteenth birthday,” Raven says, “and it was nothing to do with being a mutant”.
“Doesn't count then,” Alex says. “BoooringRaven ignores him. “Charles knocked me out, thought he'd killed me,”
( ... )
Fill: Childish Things (1b/1)
anonymous
August 29 2011, 21:04:23 UTC
Left alone in the kitchen, Erik feels his simmering resentment bubble up and boil over. Charles pushes the rest of them around but nobody gets to push him, oh no
( ... )
Fill: Childish Things (1c/1) [end]
anonymous
August 29 2011, 21:07:41 UTC
Flurry of fastenings, buttons and zips and then he's pulling down Charles's undershorts and gazing at the mouthwatering sight of Charles's erection, that perfect curve so ready for him. He runs his hands down Charles's bare chest, firmly enough not to tickle this time, strokes his thighs and pushes them further apart, pressing his thumbs along the line of Charles's groin.
Charles is babbling, words tumbling over each other: “Your hands, oh god Erik, love your hands, want them all over me, wanted that so much so long.”
So that's why he was staring. It all makes sense now, not that it matters
( ... )
Re: Fill: Childish Things (1c/1) [end]
anonymous
August 30 2011, 01:52:51 UTC
This is simply seethingly hot. And tense. And the buildup in Erik's mind during the seemingly mundane breakfast had me breathless. And . . . it feels like the whole fic is washed in testosterone. And some of the phrasing is beyond gorgeous--I usually don't stop during a PWP just to say--wow, that was a great image--but I did it more than once here, which is not to say that it didn't barrel forward pretty damn relentlessly toward the gasping (on my part, not theirs) climax. This is just crazy good mansex with insight into both men's minds and I love that we don't know what the hell happens next and neither do they. Oh yes, also: GUH.
[Anon-author] Re: Fill: Childish Things (1c/1) [end]
anonymous
August 30 2011, 08:16:27 UTC
*blushes*
Thank you so much for this wonderful comment - I really wasn't sure whether this fic worked as a whole, and I am so pleased that you had that response to it!
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The question unleashes a flood of reminiscences featuring a torched football stadium (Alex), an awkward encounter with bats hanging from the rafters (Hank) and forty-seven greenhouses in a single afternoon (Sean himself).
It's not a conversation Erik's about to join, but he's feeling unusually relaxed after Sunday morning pancakes and maple syrup, mellow enough to let the chatter wash over him with just the occasional spike of irritation at some particular piece of stupidity.
Charles sits there, smiling benignly, listening to it all as if he's taking notes for training purposes. He probably is. Not for the first time, Erik wonders if anyone ever gets under that charming surface - that can't be all there is to the man.
“The dumbest accident I ever had was on Charles's fourteenth birthday,” Raven says, “and it was nothing to do with being a mutant”.
“Doesn't count then,” Alex says. “BoooringRaven ignores him. “Charles knocked me out, thought he'd killed me,” ( ... )
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Charles is babbling, words tumbling over each other: “Your hands, oh god Erik, love your hands, want them all over me, wanted that so much so long.”
So that's why he was staring. It all makes sense now, not that it matters ( ... )
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Thank you so much for this wonderful comment - I really wasn't sure whether this fic worked as a whole, and I am so pleased that you had that response to it!
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That shot of angst at the end gives it this bittersweet tang ... -__-
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