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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      X-Men:_First_Class_(2011)_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Erik_Lehnsherr/Charles_Xavier
  Additional Tags:
      Alcohol, Dirty_Talk, Blow_Jobs, Alternate_Universe_-_College/University,
      Teenagers
  Series:
      Part 3 of let_it_out_(you're_doing_all_right)
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-10-06 Words: 1173
****** share your tin man heart ******
by pearl_o
Summary
     Charles gets ridiculous when he's drinking, and Erik gets chatty.
     Takes place after "wasn't just the same sad song" but before most of
     the scenes in "above these indifferent stars".
Notes
     While I've left the timeline on these stories pretty loose, you can
     assume they do take place sometime before the mid-1980s; as a 19-
     year-old, Erik would be able to legally purchase booze in New York
     State.
It's not as if Charles had never had alcohol before, because of course he had,
glasses of wine with dinner or toasts as weddings now and then. But it was also
true he'd never really drank, definitely never been drunk. And it turned out
there was a difference.
Erik had opened the bottle before handing it to him, and Charles had taken his
first sip and made a face. "I don't think I like beer."
Erik's expression had been amusing; he almost looked offended. "Of course you
like beer," he said firmly. And now - a few hours later - Charles is forced to
concede. He does like beer. He likes the way it makes him feel warm and lazy
all over, the way it made the lines on Erik's face fade a little, makes Erik
open enough to talk and tell him stories. He likes the way Erik's lap is the
most comfortable place on earth right now, and how even though Erik's drunk
just as much as Charles has, he's still together enough to hold Charles steady
and keep them both balanced.
Charles licks Erik's neck. "Erik. Erik, Erik, Erik."
"Charles," Erik says.
"Erik, you must pay attention to me, I'm serious."
"You're a ridiculous boy." Erik's free hand strokes through Charles's hair,
ruffling it a bit. It makes Charles shiver and he wraps his arms more tightly
around Erik's shoulders. They're both dressed only in their shirts and boxers
now, but he's not cold. He doesn't know whether it's the alcohol or Erik's
radiator or Erik himself, but he's not cold at all.
"I'm not ridiculous," Charles says. "I'm not ridiculous, you love me."
The amusement radiates from Erik's mind. Those aren't contradictory.
"Why aren't you kissing me?" Charles says.
"I didn't know you wanted to be kissed."
Charles frowns. "Don't be stupid. Erik."
Erik makes a noise low in his throat and then tilts his head, stretching
forward to meet Charles's mouth with his. It's an awkward angle and he stops
after a moment. "Get on the bed, and I'll kiss you."
Charles sighs, weighing for a moment in his mind how comfortable he is, before
he stands up and crosses the few feet to sit on the edge of the bed. He leans
back on his elbows and looks up at Erik, waiting.
He expected Erik to be smiling, from what he can feel of his mind, but instead
Erik looks very serious. "Don't pout," he says, standing up. He tears his t-
shirt over his head and onto the floor before he climbs on the bed after
Charles.
"I'm not pouting," Charles protests. He sinks back into the mattress, pulling
Erik further on top of him, so his weight presses him down everywhere.
"You are," Erik says, softly, before he nips at Charles's ear. "And you don't
have to, you know I'm here. You know I'd do anything you asked of me, Charles."
"Oh," Charles says, and he arches up, rubbing his erection against Erik's
through their boxer shorts.
"Just tell me what you want, and I'll do it-" Erik says, and even now most
people wouldn't be able to hear the emotion in his voice, but Charles can feel
it, shaking all the way through him.
"What-" Charles starts, and then has to stop a moment, before he can continue.
"What do you want?"
Erik goes silent at that, catching his breath, before he's kissing Charles
hard. His fingers are wrapped around Charles's biceps, pressing in so hard to
the muscle it's almost painful. There are too many images in Erik's mind, too
many things going by so fast that Charles can't make out a single one.
"I want," Erik says, in between messy, sloppy kisses, almost licking at
Charles' mouth, "I want so badly to fuck you, Charles- I can barely stand it-"
"Oh, god," Charles says, and his hips are thrusting up so wildly that he
doesn't know how Erik is still holding him down.
"Do you want that, too?" Erik whispers, as if he doesn't know the answer
already, as if he needs to know.
"Yes, please, do it--" He doesn't know what to do with his hands so he settles
for pulling Erik's hair, tugging at the ragged messy ends, as if he can bring
Erik closer.
"Not tonight," Erik says. "Not tonight, but soon, Charles, soon. Right here-
spread you open, fit me inside you-"
Charles sobs when he comes, almost angrily, kicking his foot up against Erik's
leg.
When he's come back to himself, Erik is moving against him with purpose,
rubbing himself against Charles's leg, breathing heavily against Charles's
hair.
Charles pushes him away gently. "Wait, Erik, stop-"
Erik makes a wordless noise of protest, but he does stop, immediately. He
raises himself up on his elbows, looking down worriedly to search Charles's
face.
"I'm sorry," Charles says, rubbing his hands across Erik's shoulders. "I didn't
mean to- I just meant. Not like that. Up here. In my- my mouth."
It's a little awkward, getting them both into position; Charles had always
skipped over these in between parts in his fantasies, only the good bits. But
this is better than his fantasy anyway, because it's actually Erik's cock
pushing in, warm and heavy and real. It's a world away from lying in his own
bed with a hand on his prick and three fingers in his mouth.
Erik kneels over his chest, one of his hands holding onto the headboard for
balance, while the other holds his prick to Charles's mouth. Charles keeps his
eyes shut, but Erik is thinking so loudly he can see his perspective perfectly.
It's a dizzying double vision, seeing Erik's angle, and yet feeling what he
does. Erik's cock feels huge, even bigger than normal, bigger than anything -
and oh, that's a thought Charles hopes he isn't projecting, because Erik
doesn't need to know that. But he couldn't swear to his control right now, not
over anything.
Erik is being gentle, and part of Charles wants more but another part of him is
glad. Erik's doing most of the work, anyway. Charles feels almost dreamy,
almost in a haze, nothing but his full mouth, Erik's cock, wetwetwet, his own
drool dripping out onto Erik's flesh and he can barely breathe but he likes it,
it makes it exciting, and Erik's hand is soft against Charles's jaw, fingers
soft against Charles's cheek, feeling his own cock through the skin.
Erik pulls off suddenly, and Charles opens his eyes to see Erik coming into his
own hand, shaking silently through it. "You could've-" Charles starts, and then
think My mouth, my face... and Erik moans.
They don't say anything else. Charles pulls off his soiled clothes and they
arrange themselves in the bed, both on their sides, with Charles's back to
Erik's front. When Charles wakes up in the middle of the night, there's a glass
of water and a pair of aspirin on the dresser next to the bed, and he downs
them before he returns to sleep.
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