Charles/Erik, phone sex hotline
anonymous
September 21 2011, 00:21:43 UTC
I don't know why I want this, but...
AU. Erik and Charles both work overnight shifts at a phone sex call centre for whatever reason - just need a job, money for the PhD, etc. On their breaks, they argue politics, drink coffee and have philosophical debates which sometimes have to continue through IMs/texts while they're taking calls in separate cubicles, or as they're walking home partway together at 6am. Easy, good-naturedly combative friendship, UST and love happen.
Bonus: The phone sex they have with clients isn't sexy for them at all. They're always doing something else during them, like studying, texting, surfing the web, making a sandwich, playing a handheld videogame/sudoku/crosswords, etc.
Bonus 2: Charles plays more of the therapist, listening to callers talk about their troubles for hours sometimes before anything "sexy" starts. Erik is more the take-charge type who occasionally lapses into German if it fits the caller's kink.
Re: Charles/Erik 'I just called to say ..' pt 1/?
anonymous
September 24 2011, 20:14:35 UTC
Aaaah anon! First off, thank you SO much for filling the prompt, I'm psyched to see where it goes!
I really like it so far! It's a good mix of sexy and silly, and work friends!C/E is one of my favourite tropes. Really digging it so far, can't wait for more!
Re: Charles/Erik 'I just called to say ..' pt 2/?cecinepasfanficSeptember 24 2011, 21:08:02 UTC
"Do you want to talk about it?" They were two hours away from the end of their shift and Charles leaned forward to peer through the gap.
"It was fine. Added another pebble. Told him about .. you that life's okay. That he and mum should dart through daisy fields now neither of them can have an allergic reaction."
"Good thinking."
"And that I was going to be incredibly drunk after work because it's Saturday night and don't know of a better way to celebrate the dead."
"How German of you." Can I come?
What, do you think I'm one of those sad people that drink by themselves? Erik stared into those blue eyes. "Do you know me at all?"
A small smile. "I try to."
"That's not your queue to admit you have a clown fetish, by the way." He returned the smile. It was hard not to.
"Clown's are mainstream by now." He disappeared for a second, his hands pushing a small booklet through the gap. "Sudoku."
"I'm not finished with last night's yet." Thanks."Well, if it stays silent like th-" Charles' phone rang. "Bugger
( ... )
Re: Charles/Erik 'I just called to say ..' pt 3/?cecinepasfanficSeptember 24 2011, 22:09:31 UTC
The pub was crowded, even though it was already four in the morning. Erik asked Charles to get a table, but Charles refused to use his abilities like that.
"Charles!" The bar tender shooed a couple at the bar away, offering them a seat.
Erik shook his head, but Charles' face stayed blank. I swear I have nothing to do with it.
"Hi Logan. Everything's fine tonight?"
Erik sat down next to Charles. "Pints. Two please."
"Lensherr, one day you'll understand that a tender can't just take an order without some small talk first." Logan turned to Charles again. "It's shit. Two fights, one ambulance and a hen night. It's a fucking Irish Pub, what are they doing here?"
"Wow Logan", Erik smiled. "You're just the picture of hospitality, aren't you?"
"I feel your pain."
"You probably do." The bar tender shook his head. "Get the fuck out of my head Charles."
Charles pretended to be offended. "Some people really really like it when I read their feelings
( ... )
Re: Charles/Erik 'I just called to say ..' pt 4/6cecinepasfanficSeptember 25 2011, 21:40:19 UTC
Erik never worked on Sundays and neither did Charles, so he had to wait a day before seeing him again. They often talked about meeting each other outside work, but somehow it never happened. Maybe both of them were secretly a bit afraid that it wouldn't work out, being around each other without fetishes to laugh about near.
Tonight, Charles was late. Erik just finished his second conversation when he entered.
"You're late."
"I'm sorry mum." Charles looked a bit grumpy.
"Who stole your cookie?"
"Not now, Erik."
Erik looked through their gap. Want to talk about it?
The moment of 'not now' hadn't passed yet.Before he could reply, his phone rang
( ... )
Re: Charles/Erik 'I just called to say ..' pt 5/6cecinepasfanficSeptember 28 2011, 14:31:36 UTC
Erik had stopped massaging Charles' shoulders when Charles had released such a wanton moan that it had made him hard. After that, they had talked a little, only sharing chess moves over their paper thin chess board.
"Erik .."
"Yes?"
"Do you want to-" Charles' phone rang. "Hello gorgeous."
Do I want to what? Erik wasn't sure if he wanted to know, but his mind already offered him several options. Do you want to come home with me/have sex with me/be my boyfriend?
Just a second, please. "You prefer men? Well, that happens to the best of us."
Erik tensed.
A laugh. "You know by my voice?" His accent thickened. "Well darling, that's fabulous! You won't have any trouble finding men with that ability. But how can I help you tonight?"
You're kidding.
Don't act like you didn't know I was English.Erik fled to the bath room. Had Charles noticed that he had been turned on by him? But the telepath wasn't cruel, to let him listen in on something like that. "Fuck
( ... )
Re: Charles/Erik 'I just called to say ..' pt 6a/6cecinepasfanficSeptember 30 2011, 10:49:53 UTC
Erik had thought of texting several things. 'I wouldn't even mind if you'd fall in love with clowns' was one. I like you in any way, was a second option. 'Let's be homosexual together' another, after seven shots of vodka
( ... )
AU. Erik and Charles both work overnight shifts at a phone sex call centre for whatever reason - just need a job, money for the PhD, etc. On their breaks, they argue politics, drink coffee and have philosophical debates which sometimes have to continue through IMs/texts while they're taking calls in separate cubicles, or as they're walking home partway together at 6am. Easy, good-naturedly combative friendship, UST and love happen.
Bonus: The phone sex they have with clients isn't sexy for them at all. They're always doing something else during them, like studying, texting, surfing the web, making a sandwich, playing a handheld videogame/sudoku/crosswords, etc.
Bonus 2: Charles plays more of the therapist, listening to callers talk about their troubles for hours sometimes before anything "sexy" starts. Erik is more the take-charge type who occasionally lapses into German if it fits the caller's kink.
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Bonus 3: Mutant powers.
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Sorry for hijacking your prompt but- MAYBE CHARLES AND ERIK PLAY CHESS DURING THE PHONE SESSIONS.
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I really like it so far! It's a good mix of sexy and silly, and work friends!C/E is one of my favourite tropes. Really digging it so far, can't wait for more!
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"It was fine. Added another pebble. Told him about .. you that life's okay. That he and mum should dart through daisy fields now neither of them can have an allergic reaction."
"Good thinking."
"And that I was going to be incredibly drunk after work because it's Saturday night and don't know of a better way to celebrate the dead."
"How German of you." Can I come?
What, do you think I'm one of those sad people that drink by themselves? Erik stared into those blue eyes. "Do you know me at all?"
A small smile. "I try to."
"That's not your queue to admit you have a clown fetish, by the way." He returned the smile. It was hard not to.
"Clown's are mainstream by now." He disappeared for a second, his hands pushing a small booklet through the gap. "Sudoku."
"I'm not finished with last night's yet." Thanks."Well, if it stays silent like th-" Charles' phone rang. "Bugger ( ... )
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"Charles!" The bar tender shooed a couple at the bar away, offering them a seat.
Erik shook his head, but Charles' face stayed blank. I swear I have nothing to do with it.
"Hi Logan. Everything's fine tonight?"
Erik sat down next to Charles. "Pints. Two please."
"Lensherr, one day you'll understand that a tender can't just take an order without some small talk first." Logan turned to Charles again. "It's shit. Two fights, one ambulance and a hen night. It's a fucking Irish Pub, what are they doing here?"
"Wow Logan", Erik smiled. "You're just the picture of hospitality, aren't you?"
"I feel your pain."
"You probably do." The bar tender shook his head. "Get the fuck out of my head Charles."
Charles pretended to be offended. "Some people really really like it when I read their feelings ( ... )
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Tonight, Charles was late. Erik just finished his second conversation when he entered.
"You're late."
"I'm sorry mum." Charles looked a bit grumpy.
"Who stole your cookie?"
"Not now, Erik."
Erik looked through their gap. Want to talk about it?
The moment of 'not now' hadn't passed yet.Before he could reply, his phone rang ( ... )
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THIS IS LIKE MY NEW BIBLE <3
Brilliant :)
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"Erik .."
"Yes?"
"Do you want to-" Charles' phone rang. "Hello gorgeous."
Do I want to what? Erik wasn't sure if he wanted to know, but his mind already offered him several options. Do you want to come home with me/have sex with me/be my boyfriend?
Just a second, please. "You prefer men? Well, that happens to the best of us."
Erik tensed.
A laugh. "You know by my voice?" His accent thickened. "Well darling, that's fabulous! You won't have any trouble finding men with that ability. But how can I help you tonight?"
You're kidding.
Don't act like you didn't know I was English.Erik fled to the bath room. Had Charles noticed that he had been turned on by him? But the telepath wasn't cruel, to let him listen in on something like that. "Fuck ( ... )
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