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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      X-Men:_First_Class_(2011)_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Erik_Lehnsherr/Charles_Xavier
  Character:
      Erik_Lehnsherr, Charles_Xavier
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting, Alternate_Universe_-_High_School,
      Fluff, Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Shower_Sex, Locker_Room,
      Established_Relationship, Frottage, Hand_Jobs
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-04-02 Words: 2467
****** Not Exactly Romantic, Charles ******
by tomasti
Summary
     Charles and Erik are boyfriends in high school. Erik's the captain of
     the soccer team. When Charles meets him after practice one day Erik
     is sweaty and has grass in his hair-- and Charles really can't be
     expected to keep his hands to himself.
Notes
     This was originally going to be a much longer fill for a kink meme
     prompt, but I realized that I'm never going to finish it, so I
     figured I'd post what I had. :)
     This is un- beta'd, and I definitely welcome any constructive
     criticism!
Are you even listening to me?
Charles tore his gaze away from the soccer field and blinked owlishly at Emma.
She had long ago mastered how to project her precise feelings of irritation
through her thoughts, and she severely disliked being ignored. 
“Sorry,” he said unconvincingly. “What were you saying again?”
“Ugh,” Emma said in disgust. “You know what? Never mind, I’ll text you later.
I’ll leave you to ogle your boyfriend in peace.”
“Aw, Emma, don’t go.” Charles’ protests were only half-hearted as she swung her
bag over her shoulder and climbed down from where they were sitting in the
bleachers. She projected her annoyance at him, but he didn’t worry too much. He
could always feel the current of amused fondness that ran underneath. She was
his best friend; she would forgive him.
And honestly, he didn’t know how anyone could expect him to keep his eyes off
his boyfriend when Erik was in the middle of showing off his awe-inspiring
athleticism.
Charles watched Erik as the soccer team played a practice scrimmage. The
striped shirt he wore was slightly clingy and emphasized Erik’s tall, lean
frame and flat stomach. When Erik leapt up for a header in front of the net he
practically soared above his teammates.
Charles swallowed compulsively and checked his watch. The practice should be
over soon, which was good because Charles’ palms practically itched with the
desire to touch Erik. When the coach blew his whistle and called the team into
a final huddle, Charles sighed aloud with relief. He stood and pulled on his
backpack before scrambling ungracefully down the bleachers and towards the
field.
Of course, even when most of the team had departed for the locker room he still
had to wait by the sideline while Erik cleared the field of practice cones and
retrieved an errant ball. Erik was a conscientious team captain; he was always
the last off the field. But Charles only loved him more for that, and the extra
wait was worth it when Erik jogged up to him, still sweaty and slightly flushed
with a bit of grass stuck in his hair.
“Hey,” Charles greeted him, “Chem Bowl practice got out early, so....” He
rocked up onto his toes a bit, placed a palm on Erik’s chest and kissed him on
the cheek. He was a bit grimy, but Charles didn’t mind.
Erik made a face that was halfway between a grimace and a grin, and Charles
took a step back with a small, knowing smile at his reaction. Erik wasn’t a big
fan of PDA, but Charles liked to be affectionate sometimes and he could sense
that a small part of Erik was secretly pleased.
“So you decided to come watch my practice?” Erik finished for him as they fell
in side by side walking to the locker room.
“Yeah, you know I can’t resist watching you show off your sweaty, manly jock-
ness.”
Charles couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself today—he brushed his fingers
against Erik’s and reached to pluck at the stretchy fabric of his shirt as they
walked.
Erik raised an eyebrow at him, but ignored the fleeting touches.
“And here I thought you loved me for my mind.”
“Nope,” Charles replied. He stopped at the door to the men’s locker room and
turned to give Erik a much practiced look of pure, wide-eyed innocence.
Erik just rolled his eyes at him as he reached to push the door open. “I’ll
only be a minute,” he said.
“Wait.” Charles grabbed Erik’s wrist and reached outwards with his mind,
checking to make sure that all the other boys had vacated the locker room.
“Charles?” Erik asked, his voice questioning.
Once he had made sure that there were no other people around, Charles responded
with a grin that bordered on mischievous. “Come on,” he said as he pushed past
Erik through the door. He dropped his bag onto the nearest bench.
Erik followed him in with a frown on his face. “What are you doing?” he asked,
suspicious.
This,Charles projected, and flung his arms up over Erik’s neck to kiss him.
Charles pulled Erik’s head down and pressed his body closer. Erik kissed him
back for a moment, his hands moving to grip Charles’ waist, but he soon broke
away.
“Charles,” he admonished. “Now is really not the time. I’m disgusting, I need a
shower—”
“I like it when you’re sweaty,” Charles responded, running a finger through the
dampness at the hollow of Erik’s throat to prove his point. Erik tensed
slightly and Charles smiled.
“And I definitely won’t stop you from taking a shower,” he said in what he
hoped was a sexy voice. He let his hands drift down to play with the hem of
Erik’s shirt.
Erik made a frustrated sound, but Charles could sense his interest was growing
in spite of himself. He was stubborn, though, so he continued protesting
anyway.
“The locker room, Charles?” he said. “Not exactly romantic.”
“No,” Charles admitted. “Good thing your boyfriend is so desperate.”
At that Charles kissed him again, and this time Erik didn’t pull away. We’ll
get caught,Erik thought at him as their lips moved against each other. I’ll
make sure we aren’t,Charles sent back as he got his hands on Erik’s shoulders
and pressed himself up.
After a few moments of closed-mouth kissing Charles licked against Erik’s lips
and Erik opened for him, letting Charles stroke his tongue into his mouth. Erik
wasn’t just a passive participant for long, though. His own tongue swirled
against Charles’ and he pushed Charles backwards.
Shower, he projected, along with a half-formed image of the locker room tile
and flashes of naked skin. Charles stepped back obligingly, letting Erik move
him where he wanted to go but never breaking contact. He sent back a little of
his own enthusiasm for the idea, supplemented by reaching to ruck up Erik’s
shirt. They broke the kiss only for the moment it took Charles to pull the
shirt up and over Erik’s head.
Charles sighed into Erik’s mouth and ran his hands over Erik’s naked shoulders
and down over his chest. He rubbed at one brown nipple until Erik gasped and
pushed back against him harder.
They were so wrapped up in each other that neither noticed the bench in the way
until it hit the back of Charles’ knees and he stumbled. Charles made a
surprised noise and let go of his grip on Erik as he sat down heavily on the
wooden surface. Erik, for his part, had leaned too far forward and had to throw
his hands up to catch himself on the wall of lockers directly behind Charles.
The overall result, Charles noted, was not unpleasant. Charles sat with a
shirtless Erik looming over him, his hands above and on other either side of
Charles’ head. Erik stared down at him and Charles tilted his head back so they
both panted into each other’s faces for a moment. Then Charles started
laughing.
A slow smile spread across Erik’s face. “Very smooth,” he said, an amused tilt
in his eyebrows. Charles giggled a little before spreading his legs and
reaching out to pull Erik closer to him with a hand on either side of his
waist. Erik straightened slightly and settled his hands down to gently pet at
Charles’ hair and neck.
Charles hummed a little at the contact and slid his hand around to press his
palm flat against Erik’s stomach. His abs tensed and quivered in response.
Charles used his other hand to touch as well, running his palms over Erik’s
sides and up to his ribs.
Erik squirmed a little at the sensation. Charles felt him bend down to press a
kiss into Charles’ hair and a shiver ran down his back at the tenderness of it.
Charles leaned forward to kiss Erik’s stomach, and then again and again. Erik
made a soft noise at that, and the mounting tension between them made Charles
feel giddy. He licked at a crease between Erik’s abs, then continued to lick
stripes across Erik’s stomach and down below his navel. He could taste the
salty sweat covering Erik’s skin, but instead of being gross he found it
strangely hot.
“Charles,” Erik said breathlessly, his grip tightening in Charles’ hair. The
lockers near them were vibrating slightly. Erik couldn’t always completely
control his powers during sex, but then again, neither could Charles.
At this point Erik’s shorts were obviously tented, and Charles’ own erection
was getting heavy in his khakis. Charles rubbed at the dark hair starting just
below Erik’s navel and trailed his fingers teasingly along his waistband.
“Charles,” Erik said again, a desperate edge in his voice. Charles stopped
entirely and looked up at Erik’s face. His grey eyes were dark with lust, his
mouth hanging slightly open. Charles smiled sweetly at him before cupping
Erik’s dick through his shorts.
Erik grunted and his hips jerked forward into Charles hand. The delight Charles
felt bubbled up out of him in a laugh and he leaned back slightly, easing the
pressure. Erik snorted in frustration.
“Such a tease,” he muttered sourly as he grabbed Charles’ wrist and hauled him
back up to his feet. “Come on, I really do need a shower.”
Charles took the opportunity to toe at his own shoes and socks as Erik
impatiently kicked off his cleats and shin guards. They stripped each other of
their clothes quickly, leaving a pile of garments on the bench as they stumbled
together towards the communal showers in nothing but their underwear.
Erik turned to kiss Charles again, snaking his arms around Charles’ back and
pulling his briefs down so he could grab at his ass. Charles pushed them down
the rest of the way, freeing his hard on. Erik held him close so it was with
some difficulty that he managed to strip Erik of his boxers.
Finally totally naked, Erik pulled Charles into the showers and turned the hot
water on with a glance. He pinned Charles back against the wall underneath the
spray and pushed a knee between his legs. Charles gasped at the sudden,
wonderful pressure of Erik’s thigh against his cock. Erik was unrelenting,
pressing up even as Charles struggled to keep his feet flat on the floor
because of Erik’s height advantage. Charles rubbed himself against Erik’s leg,
moaning softly at the sensation as the warm water streamed down their bodies
and made everything hot and slick.
Erik canted his hips up slightly, driving Charles crazy.
“Ah, Erik!” Charles cried out and tilted his head back against the tiles,
closing his eyes against the water that sprayed into his face. Erik took the
opportunity to kiss and lick his bared throat. When Erik got a hand on Charles’
pink nipple and tweaked the hard nub between his fingers, Charles stopped even
trying to hold back his moans. Luckily, there was no reason for anyone else to
be near the locker rooms at that time of day.
Charles could feel Erik’s erect dick against his hip but couldn’t focus enough
to do anything about it as Erik continued to press against his crotch, the
weight of him almost overwhelming and completely perfect.
“Come on, Charles.” He muttered soft encouragements into his ear as Charles
rutted frantically against his thigh. It didn’t take long at all for the
pressure inside Charles to become too much.
“Oh God, oh God,” Charles chanted as he tipped over into orgasm, coming all
over Erik’s leg and his own stomach. Charles drifted in a post-orgasmic haze
for several moments as the water washed his come down the drain. He wondered
idly how much jizz had been spilled in the locker room in the school’s history
and giggled a little at the thought, shaking minutely against Erik’s chest.
“So,” Erik said quietly against Charles’ cheek. “Was your locker room sex
adventure everything you expected it to be?” The tenseness in Erik’s voice
brought Charles back into the moment. Erik still hadn’t come and his hard cock
poked insistently against Charles’ hip, flushed red and dripping wet.
“I dunno,” Charles responded as he grasped the head of Erik’s dick and
squeezed. “It’s not over yet.”
Erik grunted as Charles slowly stroked the length of him. He braced his elbows
against the wall on either side of Charles’ head and panted heavily against
Charles’ neck. Charles kept his hand gentle at first, relishing the feel of
Erik trembling against him. He pressed kisses against Erik’s jaw and neck.
“Faster,” Erik half-gasped, half-projected the thought at him, and Charles
didn’t need any more prompting. He began to jerk Erik off in earnest, his grip
maybe a little too rough, but Erik rocked his hips into it and pressed his face
into Charles’ shoulder to muffle the little sounds of pleasure he was making.
Charles thumbed at the slit and reached with his other hand to gently fondle
Erik’s balls.
Erik came with a shudder over Charles’ fingers.
Charles smiled lazily at him, holding his hand under the water to wash Erik’s
semen away.
“Would you like a real shower now?” he asked, as if it wasn’t entirely his
fault that Erik hadn’t already had one.
“Hmm,” Erik responded, still apparently adrift. Charles laughed and reached to
grab a bottle of soap. He lathered up Erik’s short, reddish hair and then began
to wash the rest of his body. He was mostly quick and perfunctory, though
couldn’t help but linger a little at Erik’s chest and nipples. Erik made a
small noise before pushing his hands away, urging him to get on with his job.
When he was done Erik took the bottle from him and returned the favor. Charles
closed his eyes and relaxed into the warm contact. Erik’s fingers carded
through hair, which was slightly long at the moment. Erik kept his movements
quick and efficient, but somehow Charles liked this nearly as much as getting
off.
Erik turned off the water when he was done. Charles opened his eyes and the two
boys just looked at each other for a moment.
“Come on,” Erik said, catching Charles’ wrist. “You can use my towel.”
When they finished dressing Erik held the locker room door open for Charles. As
they walked down the hallway together Charles had an almost literal bounce in
his step.
“Well,” Charles said, hardly able to contain his glee. “That was quite fun,
don’t you think?”
Erik rolled his eyes.
“Never again, Charles,” he warned, but that definitely wasn’t a no.
Charles grinned to himself and grabbed Erik’s hand in his own to squeeze for a
brief moment before letting go.
“Want to get ice cream before we go to the library?” he asked.
“Alright.”
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