Chapter 11
Erik knew what the younger mutants thought when he and Charles disappeared after dinner for a game of chess. He'd heard the whispers, the sudden silence as he or Charles walked into the room where they were at. It didn't take a genius to put the pieces together.
The thing was, the two of them weren't doing anything. It didn't seem worth his time to correct them. He and Charles were actually just playing chess.
Or they had been, until Charles walked around the chessboard and grabbed Erik's turtleneck, pulled him in closer, and kissed him hard. Now it would seem anything could go.
Charles pulled back from the kiss, looking up at Erik and he bit his lip to keep from groaning at those blue eyes just a thin ring around blown pupils, lips more red than before, swollen from the kiss, his face flushed.
It took Erik a moment to move, an internal fight with himself. He wanted to do anything Charles told him but he was also struggling. He didn't trust people this way, he didn't give over control, and he kept a tight reign on himself. This was going against his natural instinct but it was Charles.
A hand rested on his upper arm, giving it a squeeze. "Only if you want to, darling," Charles said softly and, with a deep breath, Erik nodded and moved. At least he could convince himself he was doing it of his own free will, after getting the option to not do as he was told.
He went over to the desk and bent over, ass up on display. It didn't take long before Charles's hands were on him, grabbing, spanking him gently.
Erik groaned into his arms, pushing back against Charles's hands. Then arms wrapped around his waist hand pulled his belt off, button, zip, his pants falling around his ankles.
"Beautiful," Charles whispered, his hands moving, slipping up under Erik's shirt, pushing it up. "Stand a little, love," He ordered and Erik did as he was told, letting Charles slip the shirt from him.
Then, for a moment, Charles was gone and Erik couldn't resist. He looked back, trying to find the other man. He could feel his face heating as he watched Charles stripping down to nothing. Erik's eyes caught on his cock.
After a moment, Charles noticed him looking and smirked, “Your face is heating up, something you gotta say?” He asked.
"You're beautiful," Erik replied, his voice rough and deep. He watched as Charles's own face heated up then.
"Thank you, Erik," Charles replied, leaning in to press a kiss to his lips. Momentarily, they both get distracted, tongues clashing, battling as neither of them wants to give up control. Teeth enter Erik's bottom lip and he groaned before the kiss broke.
Charles walked around his desk and came back a moment later, holding a bottle of lotion. He poured some on his hand, fingers teasing over Erik's hole, his free hand rubbing over Erik's back.
Erik groans into his arms again, his eyes slipping closed as he bites onto his arm as Charles slides a finger into his hole. He moved slowly, taking his time. It felt as though Charles was trying to pull each little sound from him, drawing out his pleasure. It was something Erik was entirely uncustomed to.
After a while, Charles slid three fingers from Erik's hole, making him whine and push back, trying to follow his fingers. If all his blood wasn't in his dick, he was certain he would be bright red.
Charles chuckled, but it was only a moment before his cock was placed at Erik's hole and then he was slowly pushing into him.
"That's it, darling," Charles whispered, "Doing so well. So tight."
"Charles," Erik said in a choked-off groan, pushing back, wanting, needing more.
"I'm right here, love," He replied, starting to thrust into him, hands gripping at Erik's narrow hips. It wasn't long before he was fucking into Erik as though his life depended on it.
If there was anything Charles needed on his desk, it should have been moved. Erik scrambled to grab onto anything, clutching at papers, sending folders down to the floor as he scrambled to grab the edge of the desk.
Sounds he would never admit to left him, whines and breathy moans that only increased as Charles's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him in time with his thrusts.
Before long, Erik was embarrassingly close, his body clenching around Charles's cock as he thrust back onto it and then forward into Charles's hand. He was left struggling to hold on still, trying not to cum too soon but trying to do that around a telepath proved to be impossible as Erik could feel Charles's pleasure and he was certain Charles could feel his as well.
"Gonna cum on my cock for me, love? Make a mess of yourself?" Charles asked, "You've been doing so well for me, go ahead, lose control."
Erik shouldn't like that nearly as much as he did. He should hate being told to lose control but, instead, he found he was hopeless to do anything except what Charles told him to do, cumming hard as his hips stilled, coating the side of Charles's desk as the other man continued to thrust.
It only took a couple more thrusts before Charles was pushed over the edge again, cumming and filling Erik up with a groan of Erik's name.
Then everything was silent as Charles collapsed down on Erik's back, pinning him to the desk. They were both sweaty and sticky and being pressed together wasn't helping, but Erik found he wouldn't want it any other way, especially as Charles started pressing kisses to his neck and shoulders.