Contentment began from the initial point of contact and spread slowly throughout the rest of his body, comfortably warm. His hand – small in comparison to Erik's – gripped firmly but not painfully so, aching for the forbidden closeness on which he had grown to be so dependent. These moments, stolen from time and reserved only for the two of them, free of any interruption from the young ones, had become his drug. Erik was his supplier, more than willing to feed an addiction that he had fostered and let grow.
"Charles?" The familiar deep voice questioned the action, and smaller one looked up to see a pair of raised eyebrows and an amused yet questioning expression. "Is there something I can help you with?"
He paused, trying to remember his motives for seeking this man out. Maintaining eye contact proved to grow increasingly more difficult, the other's intense dark eyes burning into him. He felt as though his own mind were being invaded, regardless of how impossible the notion was. "I…"
"Hmm?"
His grip tightened a bit, and his voice dropped so drastically in volume that even in close proximity, one would be hard-pressed to hear his words. "…I need you, Erik."
The soft chuckle that followed put a chill on the warmth that had begun to overtake him. "Now, now, Charles…was that so hard?"
He gave the other male an irritated, impatient look, which was received by an affectionate smile and opening arms, inviting more contact. He made sure not to let his hand move from Erik's arm before stepping in a few more paces. They weren't quite touching, but that was how they each liked it. Their warmth was shared, and their clothes brushed together every now and then, asking for more pressure.
Charles let his eyes slip shut, enveloped by the familiar scent of this person with whom he shared his most intense thoughts and feelings. So many times had he been wrapped in this aroma, Erik's arms and voice soothing him with sweet nothings murmured over damp pillowcases in the dead of night.
Slowly, a free hand reached up and brushed against the corner of his mouth and moved on to rest against his cheek, drawing out a small smile. He leaned into it, the feeling of Erik close to him satisfying his need perfectly. As he grew more comfortable, his mind relaxed, the tension disappearing from his forehead and around his eyes.
"So rarely do you look as peaceful as you do now." Erik whispered, the pad of his thumb brushing against Charles's cheekbone.
"That's because…" He was tempted to reach up and hold Erik's hand in his own, but he decided the better of it. This moment was far too perfect to ruin with a thoughtless gesture. "You are content…and thinking only of me." He couldn't help how his smile broadened just a little.
He didn't move an inch, didn't betray any of his surprise when warm breath ghosted against his cheek and lips brushed against his own in a tease of a kiss. "Always."
A/N: Yeah, I know it's short. Quality, not quantity!
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which is apparently way more hardcore than this is. Whatever. Enjoy!
