When Charles first saw him he had been staying at the resort for only a day, which meant he still hadn't explored around a lot and wasn't yet familiar with the surroundings.
He had just rolled inside the only elevator on the establishment, - the whole place full of stairs everywhere - and pressed the button to his level when a man on jeans pants and a long-sleeved button down shirt stepped in, pulling with him his baggage.
Charles' mouth hung immediately open upon seeing such beautiful human being with chiseled jaw, straight nose and thin lips. He was tall with broad shoulders and the narrowest waist Charles had ever seen, that ratio shouldn't even be possible!
The stranger's hair was dark blonde but his scruff was ginger, making Charles and his infinite love for genetics wonder about the man's genes and where he was from. Was he a brazilian? Somehow his closed off expression didn't strike him as being one, since all the natives Charles had met so far had been more than cheerful and friendly.
Still, even with the closed off expression he was completely delectable and it made Charles lick his lips to only look at him inside the lift.
The stranger glanced at Charles and nodded his head curtly to acknowledge his presence. His eyes were impossible to describe, being a mix of blue-green-grey wonder and Charles was surprised that there was no flash of pity on his gaze, which was a rarity these days.
The doors to the elevator closed and Charles was filled with a need to extinguish the silence with his incessant talking, even if the stranger didn't seem so inclined to engage on any conversation.
He was about to open his mouth and give friendly advice, like since the man was obviously just getting there he should stay away from pants and long sleeved shirts, Brazil being too fucking hot for those, especially at the litoral, when the man's phone ringed.
He reached inside the back pocket of his jeans for the object and Charles followed the motion, first being distracted by those long fingers with clean nails that did things to him he could barely explain, and then, he was distracted by a perfect round ass, and really, being in a wheelchair had it's perks since he was face to… Ass.
Swallowing down around a lump on his throat, Charles scolded himself for staring at the stranger so much and letting his thoughts get the best of him. It just had been too long since he had had any, - since before the accident, to be more precise - and Dark, Tall and Handsome there wouldn't want anything with Pale, Short and Crippled here.
He breathed in and out to calm himself and not be pulled in by the man's beauty when the son of a bitch started talking and Charles was fucking lost. He had a low, raspy and somewhat rough voice that made all hairs of his body stand, making him imagine how the man would sound lost in pleasure, moaning and whispering into Charles' ear.
On top of that, the man wasn't speaking english or portuguese. He was speaking german which was something Charles had never realised how hot it sounded. Maybe it was just that man saying it, but the language sounded positively filthy in his ears.
An year ago, before his accident, Charles would have been all over this man already. He didn't know if he liked men or not, but Charles would have done anything to find out. Straight or gay he would have gotten the man in his bed at least twice before the end of this trip.
The timing sucked and Charles sunk back at his hole of self-pitying and loathe, listening to the other man speaking so smoothly a language Charles used to think sounded harsh and rough. He couldn't understand a thing but it was just as well. He could pretend the only reason he wouldn't hit on the man, that walked straight out of a magazine or Charles' wet dreams, was that they didn't speak the same language and couldn't communicate.
The elevator stopped at Charles' level and he was ready to wheel out when he realised the man had positioned his luggage right in the way of Charles getting out and he couldn't as well step around it, could he? At least there was something about the man he could hate.
He was reaching out to struggle with the case and get it out of his way, when Dark, Tall and Handsome looked back at him and realised his luggage was on the way. He was still on the phone and used his free hand to get the case, sending Charles a small, apologetic smile. The smile didn't show his teeth but it showed cute wrinkles around his eyes and mouth that he seemed too young to have, and Charles lost his reason to hate him. He had been considerate and gorgeous.
'Fuck life', Charles thought as he wheeled himself out of the elevator and away from the german man.
During dinner that night, Charles sat across from Raven and was telling her everything about the stranger on the elevator. He told her how hot he was, how manly and handsome. He told her how good the man smelled and how amazing his voice sounded when he spoke in german and his sister listened closely, nodding and laughing.
"Oh, dear brother! I told you this trip would do you well", she said after he finished telling the tale about the elevator trip. He stopped the sadness from crossing his eyes because of her comments just in time, being reminded of why they were there.
After his accident, Charles had refused to leave the hospital until he could do it walking on his two feet. After a month of fighting with doctors, his sister and boyfriend he settled for leaving when he could wiggle his toes. That was when the boyfriend had snapped, saying he didn't sign up for this and that he tried to hang on for longer, but he couldn't do it anymore.
It had left him shattered, to lose his legs and the man he thought was the love of his life in such short period, but looking back now he was thankful for losing that man. He didn't want to spend his life with someone who would bail on him when something bad happened, that was not what love was.
He had been depressed afterwards and left the hospital only because he didn't have it in him to fight anymore and his sister moved him back to his home without a word of complaint from him. His house had been different then. All the shelves had been taken off and replaced by cupboards he could reach, the counter had been shrunk and many other adjustments had been made to accommodate him and his new life style. He stayed in bed for half an year.
Raven snapped after those six months and somehow her breakdown was enough to bring Charles back a little. After she left, he lifted himself from bed and shaved his beard, cut his own hair, took a shower. He started to get used to his wheelchair and now he could control it perfectly, only having a few problems from time to time and even got used to doing normal things again, like preparing himself a cup of tea, cooking breakfast and getting the mail outside.
Four months later he was completely settled in his house, but he was still stuck to it, too afraid to leave and face the real world, see the people he used to know and now looked at him with sadness.
Raven had dragged him to a trip to the grocery shop and Charles had bumped into an old acquaintance. He had met the man at college and they had shamelessly flirted with each other back then, never leading to anywhere. This time though, when he saw Charles in the wheelchair it was like he didn't think Charles was a man anymore. He talked to him like his injury was mental and there was no flirting tone on voice or innuendos on his words. He just couldn't see Charles like that anymore.
That encounter had set him back and Charles had started to get depressed again, not wanting to leave his bed or do anything else for two months.
His position at the college he taught was still being held for him, but he knew he would never come back there since he didn't want anyone pitying him the way his old colleague had. The only thing that stopped him from calling and quit was the fact that Raven had burst in his house and was shouting at him yet again.
That time though, she was telling him how the world was unfair and how people were stupid and that they would get away from New York for a week, have a nice vacation somewhere far and forget about everyone, - which had been one of her friend's idea. He had found out two days later that her boyfriend Azazel had broken up with her because of her crippled brother and how much energy he demanded. The guilt was still threatening to swallow him whole.
"Well, seeing a hot man does make my mood better", he finally answered her, pulling himself back from his dark thoughts. "You should talk to him!", she said after she finished chewing on her pasta and swallowed it.
It was funny how they were in Brazil, sitting on a Italian restaurant and eating pasta instead of trying the local food. They just weren't in the mood for trying anything new they could possibly hate, so they had just settled for what they knew it was good, for the security they were both in desperate need of.
"He doesn't speak english", Charles answered as if that was the only reason why he wouldn't talk to the man. "Sex is a language everyone knows how to speak, Charles", she said with a wink that made him roll his eyes.
"I know that I am finding someone for sure! Rebound sex is always the answer", Raven commented and continued eating, the subject quickly changing after the mention of her breakup.
The next day found Charles sitting in front of the bar, nursing a Piña Colada. The bar stools were too high for him to transfer to them and so was the counter, which made Charles feel like a child and sulk a little.
Raven was inside the pool, happily chatting with two men she had met and laughing at their jokes, touching their arms and shoulders at every opportunity, flirting her way into one of their beds, or maybe both. Charles sighed from where he was seated, mourning the loss of his opportunities like that, mourning each hot man he saw passing by him and didn't have the courage to approach only to be looked down in pity.
He didn't need anyone looking at him like he wasn't a proper man just because he couldn't walk, didn't want men to talk to him only to entertain him and make them feel better about themselves. But he did miss terribly charming his way into a man's embrace, getting kissed like he was the biggest prize of the place and fucked like there was no tomorrow.
Sighing again, he took another large gulp of his drink and put it over the counter, wanting to wave another bartender to get one more drink but not being able to get any of their attentions, sitting so low. Charles felt frustration creeping up on him and even though it was only his third day of the trip, he was definitely starting to miss his home and his bed that was already shaped like him.
Giving up on getting another drink for now, he looked for his sister only to see that she was getting out of the pool and walking towards him, shamelessly showing off her new bikini that was too small for Charles' taste.
"Hey, big brother. Are you sure you don't want to swim?", she asked and Charles rolled his eyes at her, annoyed that she was still not letting go of that idea. He did not want to use the special, crippled chair that one of the pools offered, - Raven had made sure it was accessible before they went - because he just knew everyone was waiting and watching for him to do that.
It was an ugly chair that seemed too uncomfortable, where he would transfer himself to and when turned on, the chair would lower itself inside the pool and that was it. Bam! Swimming. Except not! He would be bound into that chair only for what? To watch people having fun more closely? Charles did not plan on ruining any of his memories swimming by doing that, he owed himself respect. And it was also humiliating.
Of course he didn't tell her all of that, and simply turned back to the bar to get himself that damned drink, saying "You know I don't want to use that awful chair", knowing full well she would start explaining how she could carry him in or find a strong man to do so making the whole situation considerably more embarrassing.
But if she did say something or not, Charles did not know because he was distracted by that German God standing right there. He obviously didn't seem to be having a problem getting the attention of the bartender and Charles found himself rolling just a little closer to hear that smooth voice asking for a drink.
"Como posso te ajudar?"¹, the bartender asked him and Charles saw how he swallowed down before answering, his Adam's apple bobbing in the process, his beautiful, thin lips opening up to answer her and then Raven shook him by the shoulder.
"Hey! Charles! Are you hearing me?", she asked and the stranger turned his head to look at them both. Charles blushed immediately having their eyes locked. Did the man remember him from the elevator? Probably not. Probably yes since Charles was the only guy in a wheelchair, but you get the point!
"Uhh sorry, Raven, it's just..", he trailed off looking away from Dark, Tall and Handsome and towards his sister. "Are they not taking your order? I'm going to kick some ass!", she exclaimed already seeming offended and Charles wasn't able to stop the wave of warmth that took over him when she said that.
"No, no, it's not that", he lied and she narrowed her eyes at him. "Really. Hm.. you know this guy standing here? He's the guy from the elevator I told you about", he revealed and Raven looked at him, mouth hanging slightly open. "Charles, he's right here, he can hear you!", she said, making him shake his head "He can't speak english, remember? He's german", he told her.
"Oh… he is just as hot as you said he was", she then commented and Charles grinned, knowing full well he had impeccable taste in men. "I know, right. The things I would do to him", Charles said, only stopping himself from looking at the man and checking him out by sheer will.
"Yeah, now I know why he made such an impression on you", she agreed and Charles glanced a look at the stranger, seeing his gorgeous profile and that perfect, carved into marble jaw. He seemed to be smirking, his eyes kind of glowing with something there and the expression suited him just as well as the closed off one Charles had seen before.
Charles was inexplicably jealous of the bartender who was probably the cause of that little, enticing grin and sighed once again at the unfairness of life.
He looked back at Raven and she wiggled her eyebrows at him, making Charles narrow his eyes. "Alright, fine. Don't talk to him then. I'm going to go back to the pool because there are people waiting for me there", she winked at him and turned back around.
When Charles looked to where the gorgeous german had been just a second ago, there was no one else standing at the spot. Charles' heart sunk to the ground even though he hadn't planned on doing anything; he still wanted to enjoy the view.
"Sua bebida, senhor"², the bartender said and Charles looked at her, being ripped away from his thoughts. "I didn't order that", he said lamely even though he couldn't understand her. She smiled and bless her, spoke in english next "That gentleman ordered it for you. Piña Colada, right?".
That gentleman? The german hottie? He ordered Charles' drink. The exact one he had been drinking before. Usually this was the point where he would be angry and want to find the man just to throw the drink on his face, because Charles didn't need his pity, didn't want his help. He was well capable of getting his own drink, thank you very much!
But the normal anger didn't come and the only reaction he had was to pick the drink up and sip on it, his insides melting because apart from being a fucking model, he was also a nice guy. Fuck life indeed.
On the following day, Erik got up from his hotel bed feeling rested for the first time in a long while. Work had been wearing him out but he had only agreed to go on vacations because his business partner Emma had threatened him to do so. She had claimed he was on the verge of causing a heart attack on the staff that worked for him and while he thought she was exaggerating, she pointed out he had made two of them cry in a week.
It's not like he was a bad boss, he wasn't! He just wanted to make them achieve their full potential and be the good employees he knew they could be! He only had their best interest at heart, and yes, sometimes he could be harsh, but that's life! Those interns had to suck it up and deal with it so they could be the boss someday. It was all a matter of Erik trying to be helpful, you see.
He got up and dressed himself on a light, white shirt and khaki shorts, completing the 'vacations' look with sandals. Fucking sandals. He felt like the blonde robot he had seen on the movie last night, that always walked around on ridiculous sandals. But this was his time to relax, there was no one in here to see him not looking sharp and bossy, so it was fine.
Walking the long way to the restaurant where they served breakfast, Erik observed how gorgeous and fancy the resort was. He wouldn't have spent that much money on the trip, but Emma had already set everything up when she cornered him and Erik had only followed her orders.
He couldn't bring himself to resent her when he walked in the restaurant and quickly spotted the cute brit he had seen for the first time in the elevator. It was like Erik's eyes had been drawn to him the moment he stepped in there and he couldn't explain why. He thought it was rather amusing that the man assumed he couldn't speak english and how he had told his sister about Erik being 'hot'.
Not that Erik didn't agree with him, he did have a nice body and maybe a handsome face, but he usually scared people and they tried to stay away from his 'sharky' smile. Emma said he looked like he was going to murder someone 24/7 so it was quite a shock to hear the blue-eyed man saying he would do things to Erik. Things he really wouldn't mind being done to him at all, seeing that the other man was quite gorgeous and had a sinful accent.
Erik was just passing by the man's table when he looked up, those incredibly blue eyes zeroing on Erik and making him feel like his soul was exposed. The man's eyes went round when he was recognized and Erik couldn't help but smile at him.
It was a closed lips smile, but it still reached his eyes and probably made the skin around his eyes wrinkle with it. The brit's lips parted revealing beautiful, white teeth, but he didn't return the smile, he just sat there staring like he was shocked.
The moment was over too quickly when he finished walking by and reached the buffet. The line wasn't too big and he stood there behind a blonde girl, who he quickly recognized as Charles' sister. What was her name? Raven? Yeah, Raven.
He looked at the food being offered and felt adventurous enough to try the ones he didn't usually see in New York, - like something called pão de queijo - piling up one of each and actually enjoying the fact he was eating a proper breakfast since he usually only drank coffee before work.
He was spooked by a loud sound of something falling to the floor next to his feet, a knife that could have cut off a toe since he was wearing those fucking sandals.
"Oh God! I'm so sorry! Shit, crap, you don't even know what I'm saying.. Hmm.. Bitte? Does that mean sorry?", Raven started to babble and blushed furiously.
Erik chuckled gently and kneeled down to pick up the knife, - only because she was Charles' sister, really - and answered her when he handed the knife.
"No, that does not mean 'sorry', but I forgive you anyway", he said and Raven's eyes widened, her mouth falling open. "Y-You speak english!", she exclaimed, shock written all over her face.
"Guilty", Erik grinned "Will you tell your brother?", he asked because he honestly didn't want Charles to know yet, but at the same time he hoped that if the man knew, they could talk and maybe even hit it off.
"Of course I'm telling him! You're making a fool out of Charles", Raven answered upset and looked ready to turn around and tell her brother about her discovery, making Erik suddenly scared that if she did, Charles would think the same and be mad at him. Should it matter, though? They didn't even know each other! But somehow it did.
"No, I'm not, he just… Assumed", he explained to her, but she shook her head "You could have said something!" - "I know, I guess I was just.. Flattered", Erik blushed and what the fuck was happening to him?
It was like Raven deflated out of the sudden when she heard his words and she breathed out a small "Oh", looking at him with curious eyes, studying his face to search if he was being honest or not. She nodded slowly and then a smile cut through her face, her cheerful mood back on.
"Do you plan on telling him?", she asked, eyes sparkling and starting to pick food again. "That I can speak english, yeah. I'd like to talk to him, he seems… nice", Erik offered, not knowing what he could say about the stranger.
"He's the best! He is so smart and funny! He's got the worst pick up lines and he's so kind and caring. You'll love him, I swear! I mean… I'm not saying it in any sort of way, even if it's just as friends, Charles is still the best", she said and Erik could clearly see how much love there was between the siblings and he really wished he had someone that cared that much about him.
He probably did. Emma and Azazel were really good friends, they just showed it in a different way, which was why it sometimes seemed like they didn't love each other. But they did.
"I bet he is", Erik grinned "And I will tell him soon, I promise" - "It's fine. He probably wouldn't have the guts to tell you half the things he says if he knew you could understand", she shrugged and with a wink, walked away from the buffet and towards her table with Charles.
Erik finished serving his food and sat by himself, thoroughly enjoying how it all tasted but wishing he had someone to share them with. Say, someone with incredibly red lips that would wrap around the fork like they would wrap around Erik's-. Shit.
It was not his fault that Charles had the reddest lips he had ever seen, was it?
"Isn't it sad that he's sitting there all by himself?", Charles sighed as he ate breakfast with Raven. He could perfectly watch the stranger from where he was sitting and he was not about to miss that opportunity.
Raven looked at him like she was hiding the world's biggest secrets and smiled "Why don't you go keep him company?", she asked and Charles widened his eyes "Are you crazy? We can't even talk", he answered when in truth, he just didn't think the hot german in a resort in Brazil would want to talk to the awkward brit in a wheelchair. That's how things worked.
"But you can babble! You're great at that you know. You can just talk to fill the silence", she said but Charles just shook his head. "Really, Raven. I won't", he said and she narrowed her eyes "Stupid thick-headed bastard", she muttered before focusing on her breakfast again.
Two hours later he and Raven found a good spot in front of the accessible pool, - in case he decided to go in - and he placed himself between two of the tables there. He watched his little sister go into the water and come back up for air, pushing her blonde hair back.
He looked around and quickly spotted the stranger from the elevator inside the pool, his stomach doing a funny flip and his breath getting caught on his throat. He was swimming. Which meant… Which meant there was a lot of skin exposed.
From where he was sitting he could see broad, strong shoulders and even the muscles on the man's back, Charles' mouth going immediately dry with the vision.
He was going to take off his shirt today and try to get a tan that wasn't shaped like his short sleeves but he suddenly felt too self conscious for that. The wheelchair had helped him get more muscle on his arms but he hadn't been in it for that long so he had developed a small belly that wasn't at all attractive and way too visible when he was sitting - which was all the time.
Charles was being stupid. The german wouldn't even notice he was without a shirt and even if he did, Charles wasn't supposed to care. He was who he was and he had much more to be ashamed of apart from a small belly.
Grabbing the back of the shirt he pulled it over his head and placed it on the table Raven had picked, reaching for the bottle of sunblock to protect his too-white skin.
Charles smeared it over his arms, his freckled shoulders, chest and stomach. He was focused on his task, avoiding looking at the hot man swimming too many times and he missed the stranger coming out of the pool and walking towards him.
Charles did look up when the man was too close though and he was sure he had looked at him with curiosity but then he noticed the man was walking past him and blushed for his own stupidity. He wasn't going too far though, sitting on a chair that belonged to the table right next to Charles'. He hadn't even noticed there was a towel there until now.
Charles looked away not wanting to stare at his literally wet dream too much, not wanting to focus on every little drop of water running down that gorgeous body.
He busied himself with trying to put on the sunblock on his back but there wasn't much he could do, not being able to reach too far.
Then, he heard a deep, low chuckle coming from the direction the stranger was sitting in. He looked towards him, face red and confirmed what he thought; the man was laughing at him. But his face didn't looked mocking, just gently amused.
Charles gaped at him and couldn't bring himself to say anything even if it would have made a difference. The man got up then and walked towards Charles, eyes incredibly warm and face more than gorgeous.
He pointed at the sunblock, - God, those fingers made Charles tremble - and cocked his head as if he was asking a question. All Charles could do was nod dumbly and stretch his arm, giving the bottle to the man.
He picked it up and poured a nice quantity on his big hand, frictioning one against the other, warming it up a little and then walked around the chair, standing behind Charles. He tried leaning forward as much as he could to expose more of his back and soon two hands were pressed against his skin, fingers curling around his shoulders.
"Oh, fuck", Charles bursted out and then bit his lip to stop himself from moaning because well… Moaning was universal and the man didn't need to speak the same language to understand it. He would think Charles was such a creep! One small touch to his back and he was already turned into a puddle.
But it was not everyday that he was touched by such a gorgeous man, and he hadn't had any sort of contact with anyone apart from doctors and his sister in a year. He couldn't be blamed for wanting to lean closer and meowl, press himself against the gentle yet firm touch and even turn his head and kiss the arm that was so close.
He did turn his head and watched how the veins stood out from the man's arm, something he had always found a turn on, and he also noticed the thin, blonde hairs there, his insides turning liquid.
Then he started moving, spreading the sunblock all over Charles' back in small circles, almost like he was giving him a massage instead of applying sunblock to a stranger. It was too much and too little, and Charles thought 'fuck it', it's not like the man would know what he was saying anyway.
"Christ, your hands", he said, eyes rolling back and then closing with the sheer pleasure of being touched by someone again, a person who had no trace of pity whenever he looked at Charles. A hot man that had fucking smiled at him at breakfast while he just sat there like an idiot.
The man finished his back way too fast for Charles' taste and when those hands left him he missed them terribly. It was like he was touch starved for that stranger.
He walked back to stand in front of Charles, cleaning up the rest of the sunblock on his own, strong arms. It was only then that Charles noticed he was wearing red swim trunks and nothing else. He had light abs that could be seen moving under his skin and strong thighs that looked like sin. The man was sex on legs.
"Thank you, my friend", Charles said, wanting to fill up the silence so it wouldn't be awkward "Do you want me to do you? I mean… Not.. Not sexually, I meant the uh.. Sunblock. Not that I wouldn't do you! God knows I would, you're like my wet dream walking around! You just wouldn't do me, obviously! Shit, I'm shutting up now".
He closed his mouth and blushed scarlet red, pointing at the sunblock and then at the stranger. He smiled widely, this huge smile that showed all his teeth and made his skin wrinkle around the eyes and on the top of his nose. It was gorgeous and it left Charles out of breath.
He nodded and then sat on a plastic chair, back turned towards Charles. His back was broad, muscles shifting there and lovely freckles on his shoulders, - like Charles' own. He also had a cute mole on his back and was radiating warmth because of the hot, sunny day.
Charles poured the sunblock and started doing the same as the stranger had done to him. It was weird calling him 'stranger' or 'german guy', he had his hands all over the man's broad back after all and they should at least know each other's name.
"Uh.. I'm Charles", he said after a moment, gathering his courage. "You?", he asked hoping the man at least grasped what he was saying, but since he had said his name, it sounded pretty obvious to him.
"Erik", came the answer on that low voice that sent shivers down Charles' spine. "Erik", he repeated, tasting the name on his tongue and the other man looked back over his shoulder with another beautiful smile, repeating his name "Charles".
God, his name had always sounded too british and common for him but when Erik said it, it sounded like sex. It sounded like the filthiest porn and Charles just wanted to hear it in the depths of passion.
He finished spreading the sunblock and tapped him on the shoulder to signalise that, the man turning around and looking at Charles somewhat sheepishly and then he winked. He winked at Charles and it looked like everything had turned slow motion when Erik blinked only one of those beautiful green-blue-grey eyes, a shy smile and then got up from the chair, going back to his own table and lying down on the stretching chair, to get sun tanned.
Charles sat there for a little while, wondering if he should wheel closer to that model and just babble the afternoon away, wanting the company. Erik had seemed friendly enough so maybe he wouldn't mind.
Looking at the pool, though, he saw Raven in there smirking at him and felt discouraged to make any moves.
The next day, Charles was already placed close to the table Raven had picked while his sister was on the spa, getting a massage. He was surprised when Erik came closer and sat on the plastic chair next to him.
"Good morning", Charles grinned at him and looked at the beautiful man sideways. He was still completely dressed in his clothes and only smiled as an answer.
"It's a beautiful day, isn't? It's so hot, though! I wish I could just go in the pool and swim, feel the cold water on my toes. I didn't know I was lucky to have that until it was taken away from me… Wow, I got a little depressing here. Thank God you can't understand me, it's like I lost my mobility and ability to flirt! I suppose I can train with you, you know", he babbled with a smile.
Erik was studying him with his eyes, maybe trying to guess what Charles was saying. What if they used google translator? Maybe did some drawings or something. At least they would communicate.
But Charles did like speaking and if Erik wanted to say something he would suggest it, wouldn't he?
Before he could think any further, the silence had already stretched and Erik got up from the chair, stripping from his white shirt and then pulling his shorts down, revealing the same red swimming trunk.
"Shit, it is not fair that you walk around looking like this! I just want… To put my hands all over you", Charles said and for a second, there was something flashing over Erik's eyes, some kind of darkness that clouded his eyes filled with lust, but he had to be imagining it, right? He couldn't possibly be thinking on the same lines or even had understood Charles.
Erik winked at him and turned around, in a few, long steps he was at the border of the pool and jumped in, stretching both arms in front of him and going in like an arrow.
Charles rolled closer to the pool and locked the chair there so it wouldn't wheel itself into the water and shame him completely. He saw Erik coming up for air, shaking his head and throwing the water out of his hair. When he turned around and looked at Charles, a huge, sharky smile that lit up his entire face, formed on his lips.
He swam closer and stopped at the border right in front of Charles, looking up to him through his wet lashes that were stuck together, looking even thicker and darker. It was gorgeous and the breath was knocked out of Charles' lungs.
"God, you're beautiful", he whispered mesmerized by him. Erik's wet hands came out of the pool and wrapped around Charles' shins. One look told him the hands were there and were wetting his feet. Charles would give anything to feel those big hands wrapped around his legs and he would have also felt really self conscious and angry when someone apart from the doctor touched him there, but somehow it felt… Thrilling.
It meant Erik didn't see his legs as a dead part of him that were supposed to be avoided at all costs or weren't worth being touched and worshiped like any other part of Charles' body.
He was feeling things he never thought he would feel again as he sat there in front of Erik, and he wanted, - needed - those lips on him and those hands touching other parts of his body.
Charles was going to try. Sex was an universal language Erik had to understand and if he flirted, touched him and looked at him just the right way, maybe he could get the man to be interested too. Maybe they could kiss and touch and feel. Because even after only three days, he trusted Erik like he trusted Raven.
"Here are your drinks, sir", a bartender approached them, - speaking in english, bless him!. When Charles looked, there were two Piña Coladas in there and he looked curiously at Erik who was smiling and reaching for his. The bartender waited for Charles to grab his own drink and he was charmed that Erik had ordered it for them beforehand.
He took a sip, looking at Erik from behind the glass, but the bartender didn't move away. "We were wondering if you want your room to be cleaned up today, Mr. Erik", the man asked and Charles guessed bartending wasn't his only job at the resort. He was about to open his mouth to tell the poor man he wasn't being understood, when the deep voice answered from inside the pool and made shivers run down Charles' spine.
"Yes, please", Erik had said and what? How did he understand the other man? Charles looked down at him with wide eyes and after the bartender left, Erik shrugged. There was a tick on his jaw that showed he was feeling rather nervous and then he murmured coyly "You just assumed, I… Didn't know what to say".
Charles gaped at him, his feelings messy and unreadable, but the embarrassment strong on top of them all.
Erik stared at Charles still from inside the pool and waited for the man's reaction. He didn't know what had compelled him to reveal the truth now and like this, but he didn't want to pretend anymore. He wanted to hold a conversation with the blue-eyed beauty and invite him for dinner, wanted to get to know him and maybe even exchange phone numbers or facebooks.
He should have expected of course, that Charles would react poorly about finding out he had been deceived for three days and wouldn't be exactly happy that Erik had heard each time he paid him a compliment or said something about wanting to do him.
There were many emotions crossing through his eyes now but he seemed mostly embarrassed, his cheeks burning bright, mouth hanging slightly open.
"Charles… I know I should have told you before but-" - "You speak english", the man cut him off with his statement and Erik just nodded.
"You speak english and you let me babble on and on for days without telling me to stop! I said… I said.. Oh God!", he exclaimed mortified and unlocked his wheelchair, turning it around a little uncoordinated and wheeling away.
Erik easily lifted his body out of the pool, water dripping off of him as he tried to reach Charles. "Charles, please don't be mad, I didn't mean to embarrass you or make a fool out of you", he said but the other man just seemed to be trying to wheel himself away faster without succeeding and it wasn't fair of Erik to impose his presence just because he could easily keep up.
He stopped walking then, and watched the back of Charles' head while he wheeled himself away. It felt like there was something weird knotting inside his chest, this heavy weight of guilt and this sense of just having screwed up.
For some reason he didn't want to think he had disappointed or hurt that man he had just met, but already considered… A friend? He was definitely someone Erik would like to keep in touch with after the vacations were over and each of them went their way, and that was saying a lot of how Erik felt about him.
There was also the part where Erik wouldn't mind in the least kissing those bright red lips and running his hands through the soft, hazelnut hair. He wanted to sit on Charles' lap and kiss him breathless, make his face messy and flushed. Wanted to rub off against him and mark his pale skin in all of those hidden places.
Right now, though, he would settle for the man to just speak to him.
1- 'How can I help you?'
2- 'Your drink, sir'
N/A : Hey guys! So, this is a fanfiction made only by me, there's no roleplay with my friend! It's quite short and I'll be posting the next chapters soon! Let me know what you think?