Chapter 6
oh dear, ‘not ready’ had been the understatement of the year. After having seen Erik’s torso in the photo, Charles had been convinced that he was an attractive man but lord have mercy.
A jaw and cheekbones that looked like if he wasn’t careful he would cut himself on their sharp edges, steel-blue eyes underneath nicely shaped eyebrows and a mop of light brown hair with just a hint of red to it, a straight nose, and a smile – slightly shark like and just a tad predatory – but in the most attractive way.
Charles noticed in horror that he had audibly gasped at the sight in front of him. Erik chuckled. He was significantly taller than Charles – which wasn’t a rare thing since Charles himself wasn’t the tallest but it added to his intimidating attractiveness.
The professor stood in front of his guest, unable to speak, unable to think, unable to look away.
“Hi.” Erik grinned.
“Hi.” Charles gasped.
“Meow” Wanda rushed past the shorter man and towards her owner.
“Na, du verrücktes, kleines Katzenvieh”, Erik purred, kneeling down and extending a hand to massage the top of her head, and Charles couldn’t help but wonder what the words meant.
God, the man was gorgeous. All he had been fantasizing these past days solely from his handwriting and the sound of his voice had been a vast understatement. He still couldn’t grasp that this was actually happening.
“Please, make yourself at home.” Charles’ voice sounded oddly hoarse, he barely recognized it himself.
“Wanda seems to have taken that quite literally, doesn’t she?” Erik gave him a warm grin as he stood up and extended a hand to Charles. The latter shook it hesitantly and was positively surprised by the warmth of the other man’s hand on his – lingering just slightly longer than one typically would.
“It is very nice to meet you in person at last.”
Erik’s voice was no more than a low murmur, making the rather casual greeting sound like the most intimate of secrets between them, his stern eyes focused on the shorter man in a way that sent a blissful shiver down his spine. Charles couldn’t possibly imagine Erik didn’t know exactly what he was doing to him.
“I – uh – likewise,” Charles breathed as he felt the blood rush to his face. Erik gave him another wide smile that was all (perfectly even and brilliantly white) teeth and Charles thought that – as much as he loved being looked at like that – it would not help him regain his eloquence. Not in the slightest.
What didn’t help it either was that now with Erik right in front of him it was impossible for Charles to stop his telepathy from having a glimpse at his mind – surface thoughts practically raining down on him – wrapping him in a warm cozy feeling of appreciation and yet – there was something else there. An underlying buzz of something that Charles couldn’t – or wouldn’t – quite identify… warmer even than the appreciation. And at least equally as distracting…
He pushed the thought away and led the way into the living room. Silly me, he thought, this is merely wishful thinking. Or worse even – this is you projecting your own emotions at this poor man.
They each took a seat in an armchair across from each other. Just like during their phone call a few days back – after the initial shock of being confronted with … well, Erik… Charles quickly found it easy to have a conversation with him. It seemed their minds were constructed in a way that was severely different from one another but in a very productive way.
Charles didn’t quite know how to put it into words but he saw it in the way they effortlessly transitioned from topic to topic, making each other laugh, asking in-depth questions and receiving equally in-depth answers, simply enjoying each other’s company. It was like there had been an immediate connection between them that only grew stronger and stronger the more explicitly they got to know each other.
It wasn’t until hours later that their conversation died down. It was by no means an uncomfortable silence – quite the opposite was the case with the cat curled up in Erik’s lap and Charles watching them from across the room – but he was afraid that if it stretched on any longer Erik would take it as his cue to go home and he simply couldn’t let that happen so he needed to find something to talk about. Now.
Like many times before, he let his intellect take the lead. “Did you know,” he watched as Wanda rubbed her little head against the palm of Erik’s hand “that a female ginger cat is an incredibly rare thing? In order for that to happen both parents must be ginger of color. Only about 3% of ginger cats are females. Same applies to tortoiseshell males. It’s a very groo-“
His voice died down as Erik stood up – effectively making Wanda jump up with an outraged little mewl and disappear in the kitchen and out through the patio door – and took a step towards him, a slight smirk playing along his slim lips.
“Tell me, Professor, is your extensive knowledge of biology limited to genetics or does it cover… other areas of expertise?” Charles' jaw dropped. He didn’t see that one coming.
“I –“
Erik’s laughter sounded even better in person.
“You look positively terrified,” that must’ve been the visual to go along with the audible smugness on the phone a few days back: “should I turn it down a notch?”
“Please don’t.”
Charles felt as if he could hear what he was saying but had no way of controlling the words leaving his mouth. Erik took this as an invitation to close the distance between them even more. Charles hadn’t even realized that he, too, had gotten out of his chair until he felt himself backed against the living room wall, Erik’s smirking face just inches away.
What Charles’ telepathy had picked up on earlier – the warm buzz, distracting yet still manageable for him to ignore – had evolved throughout the past hours. Hot and heavy it hung between the two men, drawing them closer, generating a tension that made Charles’ breath catch in his throat. Everything – the room, Erik’s intense gaze, Charles himself – everything seemed to be tied together by and filled to the brim with this strange and inexplicable energy. Desire.
“I believe I have a theory to prove.” Erik’s voice was merely a whisper. He was close enough for the shorter man to feel the warmth radiating from his body. He cleared his throat – distrustful of the stability of his own voice.
“Is that so?” Charles did his best to meet Erik’s eyes but they were so intense he felt his heart might burst in his chest if he looked for too long. Erik nodded.
“I am conducting an experiment on the flawlessness of one Charles Xavier.”, he let his tongue slide across his lips and leaned in just the slightest bit closer. “And how are you going to proceed?” Charles whispered, not even making an effort to hide the fact that his eyes were fixated on the other man’s lips. “What would you suggest?” the smirk was back: “you’re the scientist after all.”
And just like that, Charles kissed Erik. He liked to think that this was him making the first move and not him playing exactly into Erik’s scheme – but when it came down to it he found he didn’t actually care.
All that mattered was that Erik kissed him in return. And how he kissed him. The sensation alone was enough to make Charles’ knees buckle. Erik kissed with the same intensity that his eyes previously had lingered on Charles. His lips were impossibly soft, contrasted very nicely by the rough texture of the hint of stubble on his face, and tasted of the wine they had been sharing, and when he let his tongue slip into the kiss, asking to explore Charles’ mouth… Charles couldn’t help but let him proceed.
It wasn’t long until Charles found himself pushed against the wall, Erik’s firm body against him, one hand shoved into the taller man’s hair. He let out a delighted sigh as Erik let his lips travel away from Charles' mouth and towards his jaw and then onto his neck.
The professor enjoyed this – no doubt – but he couldn’t help but find himself slightly uneasy. This is going to be a one time thing. You will enjoy this but then it will be over and you won’t see him again. The realization hit him with such an intensity that he had to push Erik off of him slightly.
“Do you really think that?” Erik’s eyes found Charles’ as he took a small step backwards to give the shorter man the space he needed. “W-what?” He hadn’t realized he had been projecting his thoughts. What an uncomfortable way to introduce Erik to his telepathy.
“I–I’m sorry it’s just … I haven’t been… this close to anyone in a while and typically I like to get to know someone before – it’s –“ “Would you rather take it slow? We could just keep talking or … I don’t know… cuddle or I could leave if –“ “No!” Charles felt embarrassed at how desperate he sounded. “It’s not that I don’t want it or anything … I have to admit it costs me a great deal of self control not to pull you right back against me … I just want to make sure beforehand that this matters. And that I don’t want our mutual physical desire for each other get in the way of what we could become… I–“ Charles stopped talking as he found his voice was about to crack. He swallowed in an attempt to make the lump in his throat disappear.
“Charles –“ once again Erik held out his hand, this time in a way that allowed Charles to place his own hand in its palm and have it gently held in a way that helped him calm his thoughts. “I can assure you – despite the fact that you are no doubt one of the most physically attractive people I have ever had the fortune to lay my eyes on let alone to touch – this is not about having one night of fun just to then never speak to each other again. On the contrary. I like talking to you. I like to hear what you have to say. I like to contradict and debate with you.”
A soft smile played on Erik’s lips and he gave the professor’s hand a slight squeeze: “I am excited to see where we can take this … bond that we have formed throughout the past days given more time. And if that means I have to wait with this indefinitely then so be it.”
Charles didn’t know what to say to this. His heart was beating at such a rate that he was sure Erik could feel it in the hand he was holding. The latter appeared to take Charles’ speechlessness as a kind of uncertainty. “You’re the world’s most powerful telepath. I couldn’t lie to you even if I wanted to.”
“I believe you,” the professor barely managed to gasp. Erik’s responding smile was enough to send a shiver down his spine. “And –“ he felt the blood rush into his face: “I would like to continue where we left off – if you still want that.”
——-beginning of the explicit scene——-
Can you hear me like this? Erik grinned as he projected the thoughts at Charles. The latter nodded.
Good. Because I want to keep in touch with you. I want you to tell me what you want. I want you to tell me what you need. Charles shivered. He had never had a partner who willingly included his telepathy in sexual acts.
It had happened that he had slipped and let it get involved in the past – but this was the first time he was actively encouraged to use it.
Kiss me. And Erik did. His mouth was hungry, hot, claiming. His tongue slid across Charles’ lips as he pushed himself up against the shorter man with an intent that hadn’t been there previously, soon abandoning Charles’ mouth to refocus on the soft skin on his neck.
Charles could feel long fingers unbuttoning his shirt, first exposing his collarbones, soon followed by the rest of his torso. You are beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. The words echoed in Charles’ mind as Erik let his tongue slide across the soft skin of his upper torso, kissing here, nibbling there, leaving marks that would make Charles blush in the morning.
Touch me. Erik let his hands slide off the wall where they had been placed on either side of Charles’ head to put them firmly onto the latter’s hip bones, raising a slight gasp from him at the contact.
His hands felt warm and had just the right amount of roughness to them as they traced outlines of bones and muscles, finding all the places that sent shivers down the shorter man’s spine.
Charles was so distracted by the feeling of Erik’s mouth and hands on his torso that he barely took notice of the leg slipping between his thighs until he felt Erik pushing against him, causing a friction that made Charles cry out in delight.
Fuck, Erik, please, his pants felt impossibly tight at the growing effect of Erik’s physical attention. Erik’s hands slid off his hips and onto his behind, strong arms lifting him off the floor. Charles wrapped his legs around the taller man’s waist – effectively brushing their groins against each other in a way that made them both moan aloud.
You’re breathtaking like this, even Erik’s mental voice sounded thick with one emotion: lust. As he tightened his grab on Charles’ behind, squeezing it, pushing him closer towards himself, the latter could feel his belt come undone – seemingly all by itself – soon followed by the fly of his slacks – finally releasing him from the tightness of the fabric against his growing erection. It appeared that not only Charles’ mutation could come in handy in certain situations.
I love speaking to you in my mind, Charles, all the things I can show you, all the images in my head, would you like that? Do you want to see how I want you? You have no idea what you are doing to me when you look like that. Charles had an inkling of it – given how impatient and needy he was himself – and Erik’s appreciation for his gift only added onto that.
Show me everything, proceed with me however you like, just please, Erik, please touch me. That was the last coherent thought Charles’ mind could come up with before being flooded with images upon images of scenarios that took his breath away and only increased his need for Erik’s touch – if that was possible.
To his disappointment Erik’s grip on him softened, Charles soon standing on his own again, if in desperate need of the wall behind him while doing so.
The disappointment only lasted a few seconds, however, as the taller man solely put him down to rid him of his pants entirely, and to step out of his own. Once freed of unnecessary layers of fabric between them, Erik once more pushed himself against Charles, sliding his leg up between the shorter man’s thighs again, teasing desperate little moans from him.
Please, Erik, I need you – Fuck, I –, the thought broke off aprubtly as out of no where Erik dropped to his knees, circling Charles’ exposed hipbones with his thumbs. The shorter man stood in stunned silence, surprised by the sudden change in position and absolutely taken aback by how absolutely perfect Erik looked kneeling in front of him like that, his hair a right mess, his cheeks flushed with arousal, a slightly mischievous smirk on his lips.
Charles must have accidentally projected the image at Erik as there was a low chuckle from the latter and he placed his lips on the professor's thigh.
You like that don’t you? But you’re getting impatient, you can’t wait for me to finally give you what you need so badly, isn’t that right?
Charles found himself incapable to even think a remotely coherent thought at Erik, just gasping slightly as the other man began – painfully slowly – making his way up the inner side of his thigh, pressing hot, claiming kisses to the sensitive skin. Just when he thought he couldn’t take it anymore, Erik’s mouth was suddenly on him, teasing at the tip of his erection until finally he took him into his mouth, expertly moving his head in a way that caused Charles to let out a deep, lust-filled groan.
The soft and wet warmth of the other man’s mouth was enough to make Charles’ knees buckle and soon his hands were shoved into Erik's hair, grabbing at it, pulling at it, pushing him closer as he moved his own hips towards him to get just a little more of that glorious feeling.
At first he tried his best to keep his eyes open for the sight in front of him was something he didn’t want to miss even for a split second but his eyes kept falling shut with pleasure as he threw his head back to moan and he gave it up entirely, trying to fully focus on the feeling instead.
His telepathy slipped as he let down all of his walls, too distracted by the immense pleasure to keep them up, and as the projected sensation hit Erik’s mind he moaned against Charles, only making him cry out in bliss even more.
You look beautiful like this, Erik, and – Ah – you feel so good, I – way too soon Charles felt the tension of his approaching climax build up deep inside of him. He wanted for this to last forever, but Erik was just too skilled with his mouth, finding the exact perfect amount of suction, letting his tongue brush against Charles in all the right ways, moving his head up and down his shaft expertly – it wasn’t long until Charles came with a cry, Erik swallowing down every last bit of him save for a thin line that ran down the corner of his mouth as the shorter man slid down the wall to sit on the floor, spent and wrapped in a post-coital haze of delight.
Erik’s hooded gaze and shaky breath told him that – at least partially due to the telepathically shared pleasure – he wasn’t too far from climaxing himself and as soon as Charles felt like he could move again he pulled the taller man towards him, longingly kissing him as he wrapped his hand around his straining erection, soon finishing him off with a few expertly strokes.
——-end of the explicit scene——-
They spent some time just laying next to each other on the living room floor, stray pieces of clothing around them, the fingers of their joined hands interlaced with each other between them.
Neither of them said a word – not verbally nor mentally – as they took a moment to recover from being absolutely drained in the most positive of ways. The silence between them was broken as – for some inexplicable reason – Charles started to giggle uncontrollably. First softly, then, once joined by Erik, louder and louder until both of them were full on laughing out loud. At each other. With each other.
Charles couldn’t help but laugh at their quick and messy living room affair – needily finishing each other off like two inexperienced teenagers, too desperate for each other to take their time. There was no reason to be upset or ashamed by this for they knew they had all the time in the world to take and try out all kinds of things later on.
He couldn’t help but laugh at the entirety of the past days, everything that led up to this very moment.
He couldn’t help but laugh at his past self for dreading to contact the wonderful man next to him.
He couldn’t help but laugh because for the first time in so long he felt nothing but absolute content and happiness.
He didn’t have to say any of this out loud. He didn’t even have to share the emotions telepathically. Because Erik knew. He understood. He felt the same.
Charles reflected on all of this as they lay in his bed a few moments later. Lazily having cleaned themselves off at some point and crawled rather than walked to the bedroom, Charles now felt the other man’s warm and firm body behind him, his strong arms around his waist, holding him close.
Erik had dozed off already and his steady breath and the calm radiating from his sleeping mind had some kind of hypnotic effect on Charles and soon after he felt himself drift off to sleep.
What neither of them considered at this point was that a few hours later, 8 in the morning to be exact, they would be woken up by a certain little creature in their bed, having entered through the left open patio door. What neither of them considered at this point was that Wanda would be demanding breakfast. What neither of them considered at this point was “meow”.
——————————————————————— Author’s note:
Hey everyone! Thank you so much for reading. Though this is by far not the first fic I have written, it is the first I published on here. I would like to thank a special someone for the reason and inspiration for this story: Meet Nacho, aka Hermine (German version of Hermione):
This little baby’s story inspired the writing of this fic as my friends and I agreed that – if I was a single person living by myself and Hermine’s original owner as well– this would be the perfect fanfiction trope.
Just as described in the fic, Hermine/Nacho decided she wanted to move in with us throughout the summer; so she did.
All our efforts to find out where she belonged were fruitless until one day she came home with a collar and a little note in a locket. My mom called the number and the lady told her the story of the three cats that Erik tells Charles about his cats – I simply changed the names to make a reference to Erik’s canonical children.
So now we sort of have a cat without the responsibilities of actually having a cat; she spends most of her time with us and she’s an absolute sweetheart, brightening my family’s days with her presence. We text her owners from time to time and we’re exchanging pictures of the cats. Love it!
If you want more Nacho content feel free to contact me on Instagram @jokolibroccoli or on tumblr @weirdgoblinman. Much love from Germany, Joshua (& Nacho)