Chapter 14
The room was dim, the only source of light coming from the lamp on Charles’s nightstand, casting a soft glow over the space.
David was finally asleep in his crib, his tiny chest rising and falling in steady breaths. It had taken longer than usual to settle him down—he had been in a playful mood, wide-eyed and giggling, resisting sleep at every turn. But after some time and gentle coaxing, they had finally managed to get him to bed.
Erik was in the bathroom, finishing up his nightly routine.
Meanwhile, Charles sat in bed, his back resting against the headboard, a book open in his hands. The quiet hum of the night surrounded him, a peaceful contrast to the earlier struggle of putting David to sleep.
With a soft sigh, Charles turned the page, waiting for Erik to join him.
Just then, the bathroom door opened, and Erik walked out, wearing nothing but sweatpants. Charles’s eyes immediately followed him, unable to help himself as Erik made his way toward the bed.
There was a quiet confidence in Erik’s stride, his body lean and toned, muscles defined in a way that left Charles momentarily breathless.
After Erik had given birth, he had wasted no time getting back into his routine. Every morning, before David woke, Erik would go on a run, pushing himself to stay fit. Then, he’d head to the gym, working out until he was satisfied with the progress.
In just a few weeks, Erik had grown even more lean and muscular than before—something that Charles couldn’t help but appreciate.
He liked the way those muscles fit Erik’s body, how they complemented his strength. There was something about the way Erik carried himself now—confident, strong, yet still holding that vulnerability Charles had come to adore.
Charles’s gaze lingered for a moment longer before he cleared his throat, he suddenly felt very hot.
Erik smirked, a teasing glint in his eyes as he looked over at Charles. “Like what you see, Professor?”
Charles immediately felt heat creep up his neck, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. He quickly averted his gaze, trying to focus on the book in his hands, but it was no use. His mind was already elsewhere.
Though he and Erik had been officially together again, they were still taking things slow—no more than kisses and moments of quiet affection. And as much as Charles appreciated the patience, a small part of him couldn’t help but grow more impatient with each passing day.
Even worse, Erik seemed to enjoy teasing him, using that smirk to make Charles feel like he was always on the edge of something... and then holding it just out of reach.
Charles let out a soft sigh, trying to regain his composure. “You’re insufferable.”
Erik chuckled, walking toward the bed with a casual, almost predatory ease. “You wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Charles shot him a look, his lips twitching despite himself. He wouldn’t.
Erik crawled over to Charles, straddling him gently.
Charles had long since set the book aside, his attention entirely on Erik now. He placed his hands on Erik's hips, his breath catching slightly as their eyes locked. "David is in here," he whispered, a soft concern in his voice.
Erik leaned in closer, a teasing smile playing at the corners of his lips, his eyes dark with desire. "He’s asleep," Erik murmured, his breath brushing against Charles's lips. "Besides, you're a telepath. You can keep him asleep."
Charles's pulse quickened at the closeness, the warmth of Erik's breath against him, and he couldn’t stop the moan that escaped him. "Using telepathy on our baby?" His voice was low, a hint of amusement and uncertainty mixed in. "Wouldn't that be a bit... much?"
Erik's smile deepened, and he leaned even closer, the air between them thick with the unspoken tension of months of restraint.
Erik’s smile deepened as he leaned in closer, the space between them thick with the months of restraint and desire they had both carefully hidden. "No, it's not like you're going to harm him by doing so. Just... keep it quiet, and you won't need to use your powers."
Charles raised a brow, his fingers trailing slowly over Erik's chest, enjoying the way Erik’s body responded to his touch. "Loud? Me? Never. If anyone should be quiet, it would be you."
Erik chuckled softly, the sound rich and low, and then, without a word, he closed the distance between them. The kiss was slow, almost teasing, as their lips met in a deep, consuming kiss, tongues tangling, finding their rhythm. Erik pulled back just slightly, his lips brushing over Charles's. "Then cover my moans with your mouth, Professor."
The words were a challenge, and before Charles could respond, Erik kissed him again. Charles moaned, unable to stop the sound that slipped from him. "Fuck," he gasped, the heat between them becoming too much to ignore.
Charles wasn’t entirely sure why Erik was calling him Professor in this moment, especially not in such an intimate, heated context. Yet, as Erik’s lips brushed against his, and the word slipped from his mouth with such raw desire, Charles couldn’t help but feel a rush of something deeper—something possessive, thrilling, and undeniably intimate. He loved it. God, did he love it.
For the rest of the night, as the moon hung high in the sky, the two expressed every unspoken word, every hidden longing they’d carried for so long. It was more than just passion—it was an unspoken promise, a reaffirmation of everything they had been through and everything they were becoming together. Love, deep and unwavering, wove through every touch, every whisper, and every kiss.