#2: Lust
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex in this one, you guys. You're welcome.
I want you to fuck me.
Erik stifles a sharp inhale (not a gasp, that implies surprise) and swivels his head to look at Charles. The telepath is bent over his books, seemingly entranced in the scientific data that Hank had loaded him with earlier in the day. He looks so deep in concentration that for a moment Erik thinks that his head may be playing tricks on him.
But then Charles glances up for a second and grins as their gazes meet before ducking back to his reading. A master of subtlety, the young professor is not. Erik can't decide whether or not he's seething that Charles would pull a stunt like this while they're in the same room as the rest of the students.
Raven glances up at him from where she's sitting cross-legged on the floor, curled up with her magazine. She quirks an eyebrow and smiles conspiratorially as Erik shakes his head, frowning at her. She's far too observant for her own good.
Charles has been silent since his unexpected intrusion into Erik's head, but the damage has already been done. He's started thinking now and his mind is flooding with fragments of images and words, filthy imaginings threatening to overflow without an off switch. He bites the inside of his cheek and tries to tamp down on his thoughts-
-Charles' lips, glossy and red, stretched wide around Erik's cock as he bobs up and down, dark hair falling into his eyes-
-His teeth digging into the soft flesh of Erik's shoulder as Erik curls his fingers sharply inside him-
-Jerking as he comes all over his stomach, the look in his eyes as Erik licks it from his skin with a rough tongue, fingers kneading his inner thighs-
Erik hears a choked cough from behind him and looks up to see Charles blushing behind his desk. Their gazes meet and Charles rolls his blue eyes, his adopted frustration doing a poor job of disguising his arousal.
My room, five minutes. Don't let Raven see us leave together, or we'll never hear the end of it.
Erik smirks and revels in the knowledge that he has beaten Charles at his own game.
(If he's truthful, though, they've both won).
