A/N Hullo all! This is my first X Men piece, namely because I'm shy and desperately in love with Charles and Erik (younger and older). I'm considering working some more in the fandom, but let me know what you think! Sweet and short. Characters not mine.
Charles woke up with a raging headache, sprawled across the wooden floor, and with no idea where he was.
Adequate enough circumstances, he supposed. His tired mind encouraged him to peel his eyelids open and figure out the logistics, but the moment he did, he slammed them shut once more.
Too much light. All of it was far too bright.
The memories of the previous night were a horrendous blur. Some friend of Charles' had driven them miles off campus, saying something about a party and girls and beer—and he had agreed to all of it.
Oh Lord, had he kissed someone?
Charles groaned and flopped a heavy hand over his eyes. First time drinking, and naturally he ends up sloshed.
Which blithering moron had convinced him that the keg stand was a good idea? Charles determined that said man needed a thrashing, next time he saw him.
If he remember him.
Which he probably didn't.
"Morning, sleeping beauty." Ah, wonderful, there was someone here with him. That made things far less embarrassing.
"Where am I?" Charles moaned, rolling onto his stomach and trying not to hurl.
The same sharp voice spoke from above him. "You're about two miles off campus on a Sunday morning. More specifically, you're in my bedroom."
Charles peeled his eyes open again and glared into the morning sun. The man above him—well, he thought man, though the lad could have been his own age—was all teeth and dark sweaters, grinning like a fiend. In one of his hands was a glass a water, and in the other, a pill bottle.
"Oh, bless you." Charles moaned, a feeble hand reaching for the bottle.
The man chuckled and knelt at his side, passing the water and the pills, casually glancing at the man on his floor as Charles gulped his relief down.
"Charles Xavier." He said, setting the glass back on the wooden floor.
"Erik Lehnsherr." The man said, offering another too toothy grin. "Glad to make your acquaintance. You already seem familiar enough with my floor."
Charles laughed, then groaned, holding his head. "You, my friend," he began. "Have a fantastic sense of humor. However, I don't believe I'm in the proper state of mind to appreciate it."
"Sleep it off." Erik said, taking the glass and standing. "Everyone's gone off, and as long as you're gone by tomorrow, I don't care what you do."
"Thank you." Charles murmured sleepily, resting his head back down on the floor.
"First time?" Erik asked, rousing Charles back to attention.
"Drinking?" Charles responded. "Yes. That obvious?"
"Incredibly." Erik said dryly. "Go to sleep, Charles."
"Yessir." Charles slurred. "G'night."
He heard a grunt in response, and then slipped away into his dreams.