So, I was on the kink meme again. And you guys DID say that you wanted more, yes? This is pretty much a short PWP, then some confusion on Charles' part. xD

Prompt: While drunk, they have sex for the first time. Except, Charles is so inebriated that he doesn't remember the encounter in the morning.

Until he sees it in Erik's mind and is like, oh wait, what.

Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: First Class nor do I own it's characters. :c If I did, why would I be writing fanfiction when I could make it the real thing?

Fast and Hazy

They were drunk. As in, hazy, barely able to stand up drunk. It was a wonder how they even got to the coach, after drinking all that alcohol.

But, they did, somehow.

And then, their hands were all over each other. Charles' fingers grazed through Erik's hair, pulling at it as Erik's lips fastened onto his, kissingandsuckingandnipping, and everything. Erik's tongue slipped into Charles' mouth easily, gaining access to the dark cavern as he licked everything he could, his gums, his teeth, that one metal filling in the back that Erik couldn't help but tweak just a little.

It was messy, dirty, and Charles didn't even care. He had needed this, whether he knew it or not.

Erik gripped his pants, pulling them down to his ankles, along with his underpants. Erik stared, his eyes black with lust, licking his lips as precum slid out of the tip. His dropped down to his knees, swallowing the tip in his mouth, licking and sucking that part as Charles' head pushed back against the back of the couch, nearly pushing it over.

He bit his lower lip as he thrust against Erik's mouth, shoving his member in. He fucked Erik's mouth, thrusting in and out, as he grasped for Erik's shoulder's. Erik's throat relaxed, though he had nearly choked. His tongue wrapped around the length as he sucked, nearly driven insane by Charles' thrusting.

"Uunngh," Charles groaned, too drunk to let out a warning as he came into Erik's mouth. Erik swallowed down the hot, salty liquid, and coughed as he pulled the cock out of his mouth.

Erik then turned, licking his lips and grunted quietly, and abruptly started to finger the rim of Charles' hole. Charles' mind barely had time to register as the fingers dwelled deep inside of him, stretching. Erik pulled the four fingers out, all drenched in liquid. He then positioned his member against the hole, and just thrusted, uncaring. Charles groaned, unused to the pressure inside of him as the other continued going deeper and deeper and—a moan was let out, and Erik went faster, closing in on those bundle of nerves, loving the uncoherent sounds coming from the man below him. The moans increased as Erik's breath came quicker, trying to hold himself in.

"E-Erik," Charles cried as he came, and he just couldn't stop it—he came, orgasming into Charles' hole, his head pushed back into the couch's then, before he could pull out, he fell asleep.

Charles wasn't bothered; he was asleep too.

x-x

He wasn't in his own bed. That much, he knew.

So where was he? Perhaps it would be clearer if he'd opened his eyes.

His eyes opened lazily and there was only one thing he could see: black. It was the leather of the coach he was on, he realized after shifting. With effort, he attempted to sit up, then froze.

His pants were bunched up around his ankles.

His back hurt.

And something just slid out of his ass.

"Wait. What."

Welp. I hope I did that prompt justice; this has got to be one of my shortest porn scenes ever. :o

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