Embers
It was a kiss that could have lasted half a century, had Charles not leaned away in a sudden bout of timidity. His cheeks reddening, he brought his fingertips up to his lips and felt the warmth that Erik had left behind on the cold, soft flesh.
Erik watched him intently, silent, and his mind was a river of molten noble metals. This time, he was the one to lean in, cupping Charles’ cheek with his calloused hands and bringing their lips back together. It was not so much unbridled passion as patient affection that heated the caress, Erik’s hand gentle as it travelled from his cheek to the nest of his hair. His other hand pushed at Charles’ chest until Charles was on his back in the hay, his chest heaving rapidly as his pulse quickened.
Erik turned his attentions from Charles’ lips to the hollow of his throat, kissing and nibbling at the skin with the same diligence as he had showed Charles’ lips, making the skin around his neck tingle. Light-headedness came over Charles in a way that no alcoholic beverage could replicate, and breathy sighs escaped his lips.
Erik ventured further still, unbuttoning Charles’ night-shirt without pausing to explore Charles’ skin with his attentive tongue. Charles own hands came up to Erik’s hair of their volition, cradling the head of the other to his chest. He felt his body strung tight as a bow, trembling with half-considered need. At the same, he was afraid, and the niggle of fear forced him to briefly put a halt to their intertwinement.
“E- Mr. Lehnsherr,” he whispered, not quite daring to speak aloud as if it would spook the both of them,” you must know that I – that I have never – you must understand- “
“I understand,” Erik interjected softly. His entire face was glowing, and his eyes, like gemstones, gleamed and flashed in the slight illumination of the fire. “If you allow me, I will take the best of care of you. I will show you what there is to know of pleasure, and beyond.”
Charles combed damp hairs back from his forehead, lips quivering as he licked them. “I allow you this,” he replied, his voice faint and fading.
Erik gently tugged the unbuttoned night-shirt down over Charles’ arms and threw it to the side. Charles felt straws poking into his naked back, but it did not cross his mind to move an inch. Erik relieved himself of his own clothing and leaned over Charles once more.
Charles’ eyes went to Erik’s chest and saw the scars there, silvery mottled skin and stripes of a darker red. He did not ask about their origin, but brushed his fingers over them, careful not to press down where it would not do to press down. As his gaze returned to Erik’s face, he saw that Erik had closed his eyes, his mouth open slightly. Experimentally, Charles kissed the largest of the scars - the shape of a spider’s web - and in response, felt a shiver go through Erik’s body. When he opened his eyes, his irises were blown.
He returned to pleasure Charles’ body with increased vigour, his nips and kisses now more lusting and enduring. Charles moaned when he felt teeth graze over a nipple and arched his back. Erik took the opportunity to slip an arm around and beneath Charles to prop him up. There was something possessive about the position – not that Charles could complain. His blood was running south, his cock beginning to harden where it lay exposed between his thighs, and all reason was dissipating as he become more and more overcome with desire. He did not need to do much, regardless, as Erik had devoted himself entirely to the attainment of Charles’ satisfaction. By now, he had reached Charles’ lower abdomen, his breath tickling the hairs over his sex – and Charles held his breath, his heart ever so loud in the intimate silence.
When Erik closed his mouth over Charles’ cock, he could no longer hold in his noises. His back came off the hay entirely, and a moan escaped his lips that was so loud that even in his ecstasy he was a little flustered. Erik worked his mouth up and down Charles’ shaft, his tongue coarse against the hypersensitive skin. Charles closed his hands around fistfuls of hay, sweating freely now, his mind blank with pleasure. Just as he was on the cusp of release, Erik left the throbbing member and came back up to fit his face against the groove of Charles’ neck. His huffs of breath were warm against Charles’ glistening skin.
“Would you like me to continue?” he whispered to Charles, his hand stroking the length of Charles’ chest. “It will hurt a little, at first, but I will be gentle.”
Charles kissed him, and the saline taste of his own sex surprised him. “I know you will.” He could see the intent in Erik’s mind, a ribbon of red in the midst of all the metal.
Erik let his head rest on the curve of Charles’ ass, stroking and kneading the skin. His body was so close to that of Charles that the telepath could feel the erection of the other. He squirmed a little against it, filled with sudden bravado, still reeling from the nearly attained orgasm.
Erik progressed to brush his fingers in-between the cheeks, the touch almost ticklish as they passed over the opening. He kissed Charles’ neck and shoulder as he prodded a finger against it –and into it. The momentary pain of the sudden intrusion passed almost as quickly as it had appeared, and Charles pushed back into the digit. Erik continued to push the entire finger up until he could go no further, then retracted it suddenly, brought his hand back up to his face and spat in it.
At the incredulous look that was given to him by Charles, Erik smiled apologetically. “Lubrication will ease the pain.” An example of this was given to him in Erik’s mind and Charles nodded eagerly in understanding.
His fingers now slick with saliva, Erik pushed two fingers into the opening and began to move them in and out with a pace that was at first slow but which was then quickened to match the beat of Charles’ heart. A third finger was introduced and with it a burning sensation. Charles felt himself stretch over the fingers, and it was close to his limits, but not entirely unpleasant. And when Erik curled his fingers inside of him, Charles’ vision momentarily blackened. He moaned, a low and visceral noise, sounding more animalistic than human.
“Are you ready?” asked Erik, and by his low tone, Charles could tell that he, too, was enjoying this. Charles could not string a sentence together in his state and so he simply nodded, whimpering meekly to his great embarrassment.
Erik pushed his own member, stiff and wet with Erik’s saliva, against the opening. It was much more than three fingers, but Erik was slow and careful about the advance and Charles began to rock his hips back to accommodate him. Erik panted as he pushed in and out of Charles, and closed a hand around Charles’ pulsating cock, stroking it in the same rhythm as his fucking was orchestrated by. Again, Charles inched closer to climax, but before he did, he reached out mentally and connected with Erik’s mind, melding with him in both body and soul. Charles’ serenity bled into Erik’s volatile emotionality and some of Erik’s fire scorched his own heart and left its mark there within.
Thus, intertwined in every which way possible, they orgasmed together – Charles with a cry, and Erik in silence but with loudness in his mind. Charles let the last few waves of elation wash over him, then relaxed, spent but blissful. He was comfortable in the enduring embrace, and felt no need to move, even though they had creating something of a mess. For the first time in his life, he had reached a state of complete contentment, a state which he had sought in many a country but had never found. Until now.
They must have fallen asleep, because when Charles woke next, the fire was low and the shadows had grown deeper. Erik’s breathing was even and his head was resting in the crook of his arm – Charles let him dream in peace.
Feeling suddenly restless, he got up, careful not to rouse Erik, and went over to the doors of the barn, pushing them ajar to look out. The darkness was still complete and the blizzard continued to ravage the country-side. An icy wind swept over his exposed body and he shivered, deciding that he would very much like to return to Erik’s side.
That was when he felt it, like a lantern in the dark, moving toward the barn in a steady progression. The presence of a third mind.
Somebody was coming.