Tension & Denial
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The best stories come out of nowhere, keep stuck in your head, and you just need to write them down immediately. This one is one of that kind. So, here we go.
Disclaimers: Sex, language, maleXmale-pairing. All the stuff you know I like to write about, although I don't own anything. God knows what I'd do the the X-Men franchise if I did.
One look, their eyes locking, a simple smile, and there it was again, striking him like a lightning.
It was always there. It was there since the very first minute they had met, and it never left.
Ever since Charles Xavier had come into his life, Erik had been craving for him. The sexual tension between them was thick, and it had driven him crazy – well, still drove him crazy.
However, it didn't take long for them to find their way to deal with it. It had been looks like this one, exchanged with a smug smile, and Erik knew he would be kissing those deliciously curled lips at night.
It had started with a certain evening where they had been sitting in the study, playing chess, and with the scotch flowing freely. One bottle was emptied pretty quickly, and by that point, they both had stopped playing and were just looking at each other hungrily. Erik had leaned back comfortably in his wingback chair, nipping occasionally on the remnants of his whiskey, and took in the picture of Charles, sitting there with his legs crossed. His body was perfect, from his muscular legs up to the slender hips and torso to the chiseled features of his face. And those intense, blue eyes, that always managed to fascinate him.
It was hard to try hiding the obvious bulge in his pants.
But as his eyes traveled down Charles' body again, he noticed that the other man had an equal problem. Erik smirked widely. It didn't seem like Charles had any different thoughts about him.
One thing had come to another.
Wordlessly, he had put down the glass of scotch, got to his feet – a bit shaky, though – and closed the small distance between them with a few steps. As he stood before his friend, he rose his hand, and while he twisted it shortly, an audible click told Charles that the door was locked now.
Charles' eyes widened briefly in perception. They flickered upwards, locking with Erik's once again, and the desire burning there was driving Erik almost mad. The telepath's hands found their way onto his body, tentatively stroking and exploring his trained chest and stomach. All the while, Erik focused on Charles, noticing the seductive way he licked his lips. Those blue eyes sparkled anticipated, their intense expression giving Erik goosebumps.
And then, everything became very sexual very quickly. His belt and pants came undone within seconds before Charles almost ripped off his turtleneck as he stood up for better access. The professor's vest and chemise flew through the room respectively.
Their first kiss was hungry, needy, demanding. They craved for each other, and they knew it. There was no need to talk about it, so they didn't.
What followed, Erik mused, could be described best as „heavy making out with a happy end on the floor of the study". Afterwards, both of them didn't talk, just put on their clothes again and went to bed. Both with a big, satisfied smile on their face.
Ever since then, one look was enough. A smile, exchanged on the breakfast table could be enough, or a gaze that was held just a bit too long by Charles when they were training the younger mutants during the day, or an innocent touch – Erik remembered a very unique one, when they were doing the dishes together and the other residents of the mansion had already gone to their rooms. He had dried a plate, and when he turned around to put it in the cabinet, Charles was standing in front of him, with his trademark 'I-want-to-have-sex-with-you-tonight'-smile.
Erik tried to tease him, tried to ignore it and push past him to get to the cabinet – and grasped for air when Charles' hand brushed against his crotch, seemingly random. He turned around, shocked by the other one's directness, appealed by his obviously shown desire. Charles had shot him an impish look over his shoulder, and quirked an eyebrow as he bit his bottom lip. Erik had winked in agreement.
They never spoke much during their meetings. In fact, the only line of dialogue that had ever been exchanged in such an encounter had come from Charles. Two words, whispered into his ear, and they almost managed to send him flying over the edge. Almost. It had taken him quite an effort to hold his composure and not come immediately.
„Fuck me," Charles had said quietly, his voice rough and husky from lust.
Erik had done what he had been asked for gladly. He had flipped Charles around so that he lay on his belly, bitten his neck lightly before running his tongue down the other man's spine. The professor had arched his back, moaning needily, when Erik finally reached the small of his back. He softly slapped Charles' buttock before reaching for the pot of petrolatum on his bedside table, covering his member with it, and slipping into the warmth of Charles' body. The latter's moans of pleasure filled his ears as they both enjoyed the path towards their respective climax.
The feelings and the overall experience became more and more intense with every night they spent with each other. They got to know their preferences and soft spots quickly, enjoying every new fact they found out about. Every new discovery was something to tease the other one with.
Yet, it was an unspoken agreement that they didn't speak about those encounters. Not in the next morning, not directly afterwards, not telephatically, not at all. No matter if it was Erik who came to visit Charles' room or vice versa, one of them would leave without a word and go back to sleep in his own room. It was perfectly okay the way it was. Well, it worked, at least.
Erik sighed silently. A bitter smile spread on his face as he looked to the side, onto the messed-up bed sheets of his bed, lit by the dim light of the lamp on the bedside table. The same sheets wherin Charles had been laying just a mere half hour ago, moaning, sighing, and groaning from lust. The metalbender just loved to see the other man's face torn to that incredibly sexy expression, and it was damn fun to get him to that point where he lost control and just balled his hands into anything within reach – the sheets, the pillow, Erik's hair.
Preferably the latter.
His eyes wandered restlessly through the room, stopping at the door. The door Charles had knocked at a few hours ago. As Erik had opened it, he had been pressed against the wall by the professor and had been kissed fervently. They both had grasped for air while they somehow managed to cross the room, stumbling over their feet as they pulled down each other's pajamas, falling backwards onto the bed and having sex.
Erik covered his eyes with both hands. Usually, he naturally felt very contented, very satisfied after this. Usually, he slept very quick and very well after this. But not this time.
It was tension of a very different kind that drove him crazy right now.
Charles had broken their pact.
When he was supposed to stand up, collect his clothes and go back to his room, he instead wrapped his arms around Erik's waist, squeezing him tight. And he had spoken.
„Good night, Erik, and sleep tight," Charles had said, smiling down at him lovingly, and kissed him onto his lips. Not one of their usual kisses. Nothing hot about it. Just a chaste, simple, tender kiss. His blue eyes, those stunning blue eyes, had sparkled mischievously as he pulled back and got to his feet.
And now that he was gone, Erik pondered about his words, about his behavior, about the meaning of all this. His heart raced and he felt strangely happy. He couldn't think of anything else than Charles. His stomach tingled and a queasy feeling was spreading there, he felt restless yet very, very joyful. Something was going on, he just couldn't put it to words.
He had tried to sleep, but he couldn't, although it was – he shortly checked the clock – 2.06 a. m. Erik's mind circled around Charles, and whenever he thought of his lovely smile and those wonderful pair of blue eyes, he felt his breath hitch. This couldn't be normal.
„Good night, Erik, and sleep tight." The words reverberated in his head again and again. Like he wished he could sleep at all.
The metalbender was very much in the mood for going to Charles' room in the middle of the night and let pay him for this trouble. No idea how, though. How should he punish the other mutant for letting him feel so... strangely happy. He had the irresistible urge to hold him, let his hand run through his fluffy brown hair, trace the line of his lips.
So, most likely, it would end in Erik smothering Charles with kisses while pinning the younger man into the pillows, and they surely wouldn't get any sleep that night. He wouldn't mind, though.
He covered his face in both hands as realization struck him.
Charles, what have you done.
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