A/N: Another Tumblr drabble, this one prompted by theonionistheonewhocries again, this time with: "How could he have never realised it? It was all rugs fault. Damn Charles and his damn rugs."
It's a simple accident. A slip of the foot, a tripping of the long, lean legs, and a colliding of bodies. Simple. Common. Not quite normal, but it doeshappen.
So why, then, is Erik Lehnsherr — the badass Erik Lehnsherr, thankyouverymuch — blushing his head off, face hot and a centimeter from Charles', stomach churning with all sorts of different emotions (embarrassment, arousal, etc.) on the floor of a mansion in the middle of a hallway, a rug bunched up at his feet (tangled with Charles') and his hands braced on either side of Charles' shoulders? Why is this happening to him, and why now, and why with Charles, of all people?
It must be the rug that tripped him and landed him atop his friend that made him close that distance between their noses and mouths and press a firm, desperate kiss to Charles' lips. It must be that rug's fault entirely, because, would Erik ever do this himself? Bah! No! Of course he wouldn't!
And then, then it must be that damn rug's fault (Charles and his fucking rugs all over the fucking house, like ice ready to be slipped on, the runners down the hallways screaming 'danger, danger!'), because how could Charles ever be distracted enough not to sense that someone else was coming?
And how, really, would Charles even be kissing Erik back if not for that damned rug being there to make Erik stumble and pin Charles to the floor, hips mashed together and chests heaving against one another? Because,surely Charles would have never kissed back if not for all that.
'So that's it, then,' Erik decides in his head half an hour later, face still pink and mind still racing, his heart thudding in his chest. 'It's all that rug's fault.'
Because, honestly, that was a mistake, what Sean and Alex saw. Anaccident caused by that damn rug in the hallway. No way would he and Charles ever make out like two horny teenagers on the dirty floor. No way.