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works/258457.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      X-Men:_First_Class_(2011)_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Erik_Lehnsherr/Charles_Xavier
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_College/University, Teenagers, Frottage
  Series:
      Part 1 of let_it_out_(you're_doing_all_right)
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-09-28 Words: 1427
****** wasn't just the same sad song ******
by pearl_o
Summary
     Charles doesn't pay much attention to most of the students in class,
     the older kids with their friendships and in-jokes, but there's one
     boy who fascinates him. [Still-powered AU]
Notes
     This was originally written as comment fic for mumblemutter.
Charles takes college science classes, because he's already finished what his
school has available for him, and he's just counting down the days now until he
leaves for university for real in the fall. He doesn't pay much attention to
most of the students in class, the older kids with their friendships and in-
jokes, but there's one boy who fascinates him. He sits in the third row, all
the way to the right, and he's dark and very quiet and he's the only person in
the class who seems to be paying as much attention, to be as serious about it
as Charles is.
Charles sees him in the cafeteria, too, when he stays for lunch some days. Not
eating, but working, clearing the tables and sweeping the floors. Charles tries
not to pry, but sometimes he can't help himself, and one day when he's feeling
particularly sorry for himself, he lets himself into the boy's mind, just to
look around a little. His name is Erik, and he's foreign; he goes to school on
a scholarship that he'll lose if he doesn't keep his grades up, but it only
pays tuition, so he has to work to pay room and board, and Charles can see his
cramped untidy walk-up - and then the boy turns and looks straight at Charles,
a frown crossing his face, and Charles blushes red all over and leaves the
cafeteria as quickly as he can.
He wonders the whole length of the subway ride home whether the boy really
noticed, or if it was just coincidence. Surely the latter - no one's ever
reacted to him in any way like that before. He almost wants to ask Raven's
opinion on it, but she would only want to know why Charles was in his mind in
the first place, and Charles doesn't want to answer that.
The next time they have class together, though, Charles can feel Erik's gaze on
the back of his neck the entire period, and he has to remind himself to focus
on the professor. He's still standing at his desk, shrugging on his coat and
arranging his scarf and gloves when Erik approaches him after class.
"Would you come for a cup of coffee with me," Erik says, his eyes fixed very
carefully on Charles's own. Of course Charles says yes.
At the crowded cafe, Erik pays for both of their drinks. It makes Charles
uncomfortable, knowing as he does how Erik is working for and counting every
penny. But he also knows that saying anything will only give offense, so he
doesn't attempt to argue.
When they're settled down, a table to themselves in the corner, Erik says, very
quietly, with an almost imperceptible accent, "You're different."
"What?" Charles says. His hand trembles, and he only barely stops himself from
spilling his coffee.
"You can do things. I felt you," Erik says. "The other day, in my head."
"I'm sorry," Charles says immediately, without thinking about it; as soon as he
realizes what he's said, he bites his lip viciously and wishes back time.
"It's all right," Erik says. He looks to either side of them, and when he's
sure there's no one glancing in their direction, he reaches into his pocket and
places a penny on the table between the two of them. Erik keeps his eyes on
Charles as he gestures with one hand, and the penny levitates, slowly, a few
inches above the table.
Charles watches with wonder. "Wow," he says softly.
Erik smiles as he lets the penny gently down to the table. It is the first time
Charles has seen that expression on him. It transforms his face utterly.
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Erik's apartment is exactly as Charles had seen it in his mind, minuscule and
messy and dark. But he loves it, he adores it, it's the best place he's ever
been in his life, when Erik finally opens that door and lets them in. Charles
is out of breath, a little, from how they raced each other up the flights of
stairs, but Erik seems completely unflustered, not a hair out of place. He's
smiling at Charles, still, small and soft.
Charles reaches out and tugs on Erik's wrist, and Erik takes the hint, crowding
Charles against the wall, blocking him in with his body. He places his hands on
Charles's face, thumbs on his jaw, tilting Charles's face up toward his.
He's going to kiss me, Charles thinks, and he realizes that Erik can hear him
when Erik laughs gently.
"Extraordinary," Erik says, and then he does kiss him. Charles wraps his hands
around Erik's neck and holds on tight. They both still have their winter coats
on, but Charles can still feel the pressure of Erik's body where they're
pressed together, all over.
They stop kissing. Erik turns his head and breathes heavily into Charles's
hair. Charles rubs his cheek against the soft fabric of Erik's shoulder. "How
old are you?" Erik says.
"Eighteen," Charles lies.
"Truly?" Erik says.
Charles admits, "Seventeen. Almost."
Erik shakes his head and then takes a step back. He's only taking off his coat,
though, and then his boots and outside gear, and after a moment Charles follows
his lead. "How old are you, then?" Charles says, once they're both down to
their shirts and trousers.
"Nineteen," Erik says. He looks older, Charles thinks. His eyes, especially.
Like he's seen more than his lifetime's worth. Charles doesn't pry this time,
though, doesn't look for more information, either verbally or not. He sits down
on Erik's bed, instead, a twin with a brass frame and a ragged quilt. Erik sits
down beside him and takes his hand. Charles kisses him, this time, and then
Erik lets him push him down onto the bed, until they're completely horizontal.
They stop necking long enough to take off their shirts, and Charles is
surprised to see how skinny Erik is, how Charles can feel all of his bones,
when he always seems so strong and solid in the outside world. Erik drags the
quilt over to cover them, so it feels like a little like a cocoon, tiny and
warm and private.
Erik is kissing him and his hand is in Charles's trousers, in his underwear,
touching his cock. It feels unreal; it feels a million miles away from every
time Charles has touched himself in his own bed.
"Listen to me," Erik says soft against his ear, and Charles doesn't know
exactly what he means until Erik says, "no, in here," and presses his forehead
against Charles's. Of course, Charles thinks, and when he reaches out with his
mind he can feel Erik so closely, more closely than he's ever felt anyone, even
Raven, because Raven hates it when he reads her mind, so he never does, and
nobody else knows about him, but Erik - Erik likes it, Erik think it's
brilliant, Erik is asking him.
Charles, Erik is thinking. Charles. Just his name, but it leaves Charles
gasping, digging his nails Erik's back as he arches into every stroke of Erik's
hand on his cock.
Yes, Charles thinks, what do you- what can I-
He doesn't know whether or not Erik actually intends for him to see the image
that flies through his head, or if he's just not able to control it, but either
way, it's there: Charles on his knees, his open red mouth waiting impatiently
as Erik's hand on the back of his head pushes him forward to Erik's huge cock.
It's too close to several of Charles's own masturbatory fantasies for him to
handle, and he can't hold back his climax, spilling himself into Erik's hand.
Erik groans at that, his eyes shutting tightly, and his hips are moving so
much, humping against Charles almost desperately, and all Charles can do is
hold on to him, rubbing his hands up and down the long planes of Erik's back.
And then Erik is coming, too, without even taking off his trousers. Charles can
feel Erik's pleasure all along his own body; it's almost too much sensation,
and he shakes through it helplessly.
Erik kisses him again and says, "Amazing," and he's not thinking about sex.
===============================================================================
He gets home late for dinner. His mother barely even seems to notice, but Raven
looks annoyed.
"I'll tell you everything later," he mouths to her, and she seems mollified for
the moment. He smiles down at his plate and reaches one hand into his pocket,
just to feel the smooth bit of copper there that used to be a penny.
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