Truth or Dare
Nothing much to say about this one... just hope you like the idea and have fun while reading :)
Disclaimers: Obviously a Cherik-story. Rating may go up if I get to writing a second chapter.
Another successful day of recruiting was over. Darwin would be sitting in a plane to the CIA headquarters by tomorrow morning, which was a good reason for celebrating. As they didn't need to drive on further through the country that evening, Charles and Erik decided to get a drink. At first it was the usual: chess and scotch, and much of both. But soon after, the chess set was left behind on the small table in their hotel room, game half-way done but forgotten over their conversation.
The bar they entered quickly became too noisy, too smoky and too filled up with strange people. With just so much as a short glance at each other and a smirk on Erik's lips, they left after their second glass of whiskey, too annoyed by their surroundings.
And within an hour, Charles found himself back on his bed, legs tangling lazily from where he sat on the edge of the mattress, a bottle of whiskey in his hands. He didn't know how much they had been drinking already, he had lost count long before they had even hit the bar. Although his head wasn't spinning, he felt pretty dizzy. But - nonetheless comfortable.
Erik surely wasn't a lightweight, but even he had faltered a bit as they went back home. The taller man was just coming out of the bathroom, strolling across the room to look out the window.
Charles took another sip of the bottle which he didn't care to close up at this point.
Hearing the familiar sound of a fluid sloshing back and forth within a bottle, Erik turned around, a wide smirk spreading on his lips. He took the few steps to Charles' bed and reached his hand out for the whiskey.
„Gimme that, please," he said, voice rasp but strangely... softer then else at the same time. Erik was just as drunk as Charles felt himself, the telepath realized.
Charles smiled and handed the bottle to him, watching as he took a good mouthful and swallowed it without even grimacing at the bitter, strong taste.
„So, what are we up to for the rest of the night?" Erik asked casually, eyeing what was left of the once full bottle they had opened just that evening.
„I don't know," the professor shrugged. He wasn't tired already, so going to sleep would be a waste of time. And liquor. As Erik lifted an eyebrow, opening his mouth to suggest something, Charles added quickly: „And no, don't say chess. My mind is too fuzzy right now for it."
Erik chuckled. „Afraid that you might loose?"
„No. Afraid that my power is slipping. And cheating at chess just isn't fun," Charles retorted with a wide grin. „Let's play something else. Preferably something where neither of us can loose. I'm not in the mood for that kind of games right now."
They both sat in pleasant silence for a few minutes, Erik taking another swig of scotch, giving the bottle back to Charles afterwards.
„Truth or dare," Erik suddenly said, smiling anticipated.
„Oh god," the other man sighed as he looked up to the ceiling to avoid Erik's eyes. „Haven't played that since High School."
„So what?"
„You really wanna do this?" Charles asked back, disbelievingly. „With the typical truth-or-dare-questions? Really?"
„Sure. Wouldn't have suggested it otherwise," Erik answered quickly.
Charles tilted his head to the side, deciding that it would be fun after a few moments of pondering. „Fine. Just one rule: Whatever you pick, whatever you get asked for, be it truth or dare, you don't ask back 'Why?'. Okay?"
Erik nodded, agreeing. „So, who starts?"
„The one who asks," the telepath grinned. „Which means... I get to ask you something. Truth or dare?"
„Truth," Erik grinned back as he sat down onto Charles' bed, resting his back comfortably against the headboard.
„Have you ever been in love?"
Charles swung his legs onto the mattress as well, mirroring Erik's pose as he turned his head to look at the fellow mutant.
„Yes, I have," Erik's eyes stared into space at this, a bitter smile on his lips, and Charles was pretty relieved that he didn't continue. „So, you. Truth or dare?"
Charles took another gulp of the bottle before handing it back to Erik. „Truth."
„How old have you been when you got your first kiss?"
„19. And don't say anything, I've been a late starter. Too occupied with being the nerdy guy that has a thing for science, and science only," Charles winked, but he was sure Erik would get it. „Truth or dare?"
„Truth."
„How old have you been at getting your first kiss?"
„16. Truth or dare?"
Charles considered to choose dare. Would surely make things more interesting. But, no, he decided to spare that for later. „Truth."
„Well, again... What was the most ridiculous thing you ever had to do while playing truth or dare?" Erik smirked.
„Actually... I think the most ridiculous dare ever was me having to grope another guy's ass. On top of that, the girls chose the best-looking guy in our grade, assuming that I had been staring at said guy's backside a bit too long beforehand."
„And did you?"
Charles raised one of his eyebrows. „Erik, you know how this works. Only one question at a time. So, truth or dare?"
„Truth."
„Did you ever stare at another man's ass?"
Erik gaped, staring at him almost open-mouthed. Oh, Charles could play dirty, too. Not that he wasn't particularly interested in getting that question answered, though. He smiled to himself, quietly thankful that he could blame his loose tongue on the alcohol afterwards.
Eventually, the other man answered slowly. „Yes, I have. I mean, you can admit that another man looks good, you know? Nothing to it. Well. Sort of... Truth or dare?"
„Truth."
„Did you actually look at that guy's ass?"
Charles coughed and laughed shortly. „Uhm, yes, I did. Frequently, to be honest."
Erik grinned widely in response.
„Truth or dare?" Charles asked, almost emptying the bottle of whiskey with his next sip. Oh, he would need it, if things went further down that road.
„Dare," Erik answered slowly as his eyes locked with Charles'.
„Feeling adventurous, are we?" The professor laughed, watching his friend carefully. „Well then. Stand up, stand in front of the bed, with your back towards me. I have something to check out."
Erik slowly shook his head, that certain look of 'Why?' in his eyes, but got to his feet nonetheless. Slowly, he took the place he was told, turning around. Charles' eyes traced along his body, from head to toe and back, stopping at the middle. And Yes, that is an arse I'd like to grope, he stated drunkenly to himself, involuntarily giggling.
„What's so funny?" Erik asked suspiciously.
„Oh, nothing. You can sit back down. Truth or dare?"
„Truth."
„What was the result of this check?"
Charles tipped his index finger to his chin, grinning, wondering how he should put this. „Positive. I approve of your backside," he answered vaguely. „Truth or dare?"
„Truth," Erik said once again.
„Have you ever kissed another man before?" Charles dipped his head to the side, finding Erik's shoulder. As the latter didn't protest, he just kept it there, resting against firm muscles. The warm skin he felt through the thin layer of the chemise was soothing and comfortable. A pretty intimate gesture, he thought to himself, smiling. It felt good.
„No, I haven't. Truth or dare?" Erik's deep voice rumbles from beside him.
„Dare," Charles chose, deciding that he didn't care what Erik would come up with.
A rough hand came to rest on his chest, slowly working its way upward to tilt his head up and towards the other man's face. „Would you kiss me?" Erik managed, voice low and husky and giving Charles goosebumps. The closeness to the tall man was enticing.
„Is that a truth or a dare? Because actually, it sounds more like a truth than a dare," Charles teased him.
Erik raised a surprised eyebrow, but the smirk on his face was persistent. „Well, then, let's make it a dare. Kiss me."
Shyly, Charles reached upwards, cupping Erik's face softly with his palm, stroking his thumb across it until he found the courage. The courage to simply lean up and pulling their lips together. And though is was a bit weird – the stubble of Erik's beard grazing along his sensitive skin, so utterly different than any kiss he'd ever experienced before – Charles quickly gave into it, sensing Erik's lips getting soft underneath his own as they began to move. The kiss was chaste and slow, nothing sloppy or wet and no tongue involved. Still, Charles noticed that his body trembled and his heart beat at a way too fast pace when he pulled away.
Erik chuckled lightly. „Well, now I'd have to rephrase my answer to that last question: Yes, I did."
„Your turn, though," Charles responded quickly, his voice suddenly hoarse. He noticed the slight blush creeping to Erik's cheeks very well.
„Truth."
Charles pouted playfully, pretending to think of a possible question. „Did you like that kiss and why?" he said after a few moments of seemingly pondering.
Erik broke their eye contact abruptly, looking sideways as he scratched the back of his head. Resting his own head back against the taller man's shoulder, Charles kept on looking at him. Eventually, Erik closed his eyes and sighed, answering: „Yes, I did. Because it was you."
The rush of warmth and affection that suddenly pulsed through Charles' chest almost made him flinch. The pit of his stomach was burning and he felt dizzy – and he knew that it wasn't because of the alcohol.
When Erik looked back down at him, eyes slowly opening, Charles felt like a pubescent teenager all over again. Butterflies in his stomach were almost driving him insane. Just the look in those storm-blue eyes would have turned his knees to pudding. His skin felt electrified where it met Erik's.
„Are you speechless?" Erik blinked wonderingly, but with a smile on his lips. „Did I go too far with that last one?" he added tentatively after a few more moments of Charles staring at him.
„Yes... and no, to answer your questions," the smaller man finally said, blinking as well, trying to get back down to reality. Cloud nine was a nice place nonetheless.
Erik chuckled, a deep rolling sound from within his throat, but also a sound that gave Charles – once again – goosebumps. How did he do that? Charles couldn't do anything but stare, and he found his eyes focused on that pair of deliciously curled lips that he had just kissed a few minutes ago.
And he wanted to do it again. The urge shot like a lightning through him, the revelation of his feelings for Erik immediately afterwards. With new-found perception, Charles looked up into his friend's eyes and found a mischievous sparkle lingering there.
He didn't want to look into Erik's thoughts, but with his current alcohol-bleared mind, it was hard to keep his powers at bay. Charles didn't want to look and see, he didn't want to find out, he didn't want to lose the pleasure of being told.
Erik seemed to have seen the cautious look in his face, as he finally took the initiative. While one of his long, trained arms wrapped itself around Charles' shoulders, pulling him closer to Erik, the latter busied his other hand with tilting the professor's chin upwards once more.
When their lips met for the second time that evening, it was nothing but a complete and utter indescribable feeling of happiness, pleasure, bliss, affection and so much want that set off inside Charles' chest. The kiss was still careful and tentative, it was all about tasting and trying and not going yet too far. But in all its simplicity, it just aroused Charles more than a hot, fierce kiss could have in a situation like this.
The telepath slipped his hands around Erik's waist, responding to the loving kiss with equal deliberately long, slow moves. He would never have thought of it; first, of kissing Erik, and second, it being that pleasant and wonderful.
Charles tried to throw one of his legs across the fellow mutant's lap in an attempt to straddle him. But Erik gripped him tight, pressing him down into the pillows instead, shuffling down the smaller man's body. Never interrupting the kiss that got increasingly feverish and demanding, he parted Charles' legs, settling himself between them.
Erik's moves poke volumes.
The younger one wasn't prepared for what followed, so it made him moan out loud all of a sudden, breaking the kiss in the process.
Erik smiled complacently to himself.
„Dry humping," Charles coughed breathlessly, suddenly also noticing how short on air he currently was, „Haven't done that since High School either." And he laughed when Erik rolled his hips down once more, the hardness between both their legs very evident, creating a delicate and overwhelming friction where they slid against each other's.
Erik brought their mouths back together, and in an instant, his tongue had made its way past Charles' willingly opening lips. The latter grasped for air all the more, desperately fisting his hands into the fabric of the taller man's shirt.
And although it didn't feel wrong at all, realization struck Charles very sudden and very hard at the very moment Erik buried his hand into the other one's hair.
Reluctantly pulling away, Charles cupped Erik's face in both of his palms, trying to put up a serious expression. He didn't know if it was convincing, with that slap-happy grin tugging at the edges of his mouth.
„Erik... enough for today," he whispered loathly, „We are both drunk. This wouldn't work out how we both want it to. So... patience, my friend."
With a frustrated groan, Erik rolled off of him. „I guess you're right," he sighed, „But tomorrow... tomorrow, my friend, you'll see." And that familiar wide grin was back on his face.
„Sure," Charles answered, grinning equally wide, and kissed him. "We should go to sleep and just hope that tomorrow's hangover won't be as bad as I'm afraid it will be." Erik chuckled softly.
A short wave of Erik's finger caused the bedside lamp to go dark, and they snuggled into each other, not caring if their clothes got wrinkled. Erik simply pulled the blanket over both of them before wrapping his arms around Charles' waist. Charles sighed contented and blissfully, ignoring the throbbing erection that still strained almost painfully against the fabric of his trousers.
But nonetheless, with his head rested on Erik's chest, he fell asleep very peacefully that day.
TBC?
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