Blue Eyes and a Suitcase
Authors Note: So I am really sorry that this is a day later than I told someone. I feel really bad about that. It took a long time to edit cause I was pretty much ripping apart with my mom. I wanted it to be better than the last one. I hope I achieved that.
While editing this with my mom she found every sexual innuendo possible and got me laughing really hard. That was great except I am sick and I have a soe throat. Thank you for all the people who liked and followed. Also thank you SO MUCH for the reviews.
I hope you like this chapter. I will try my best to get the next one out next week. Sorry if it's a bit late. Love you all!
Charles looked around the apartment. It was nice and comfortably sized. Enough windows to let in what little sun light England has to offer. He stood there for a moment feeling quite awkward. Finally after standing there for a few minutes just looking at each other, Erik breaks the connection. "Do you want help with that?" nodding his head to Charles' suitcase.
"Oh, yes. Thank you so much." Charles said between trying to catch his breath from his walk. Then he smiled.
Erik smiled back. That's when Charles noticed that Erik did smile but it was not warm. It was everything but warm. The first thing that came to Charles' head was if he was going to be able to break that cold barrier. The second thing he thought was what had caused this man to become so cold.
"Come upstairs with me so I can show you your room." Erik said as he walked over to pick up Charles' suitcase. When Erik lifted it up all Charles could do was stare. The way Erik's muscles flexed and veins move when his arm lifted was unreal.
After Charles noticed he was staring an embarrassed blush rose to his cheeks. "Yeah, thank you again" Charles stuttered.
Erik started across the kitchen and living room to the stairs. Even though his back was turned Charles felt that he was slightly smirk. Charles followed behind Erik and watched the way his back moved. Charles knew that it was going to be a lot harder to hide the fact that he is gay with a guy like Erik around.
When they got upstairs Erik stopped at the first door. "That's my computer room. If you have a computer you can set it up in there if you want." Charles nodded his head. Then about 5 feet down he pointed to another doorway as they walked by, "My room." Charles took a quick glance in and saw multiple CDs, posters, and clothes. The next door Erik actually stopped at, "That's our bathroom." Finally at the end of the hall were two doors right across from each other. Erik pointed to the door on the right next to the bathroom. "That's the laundry room and linen closet. I suggest you don't run the washer or dryer when you want to sleep or take a shower. Except if you like cold shows and no sleep. Then go ahead I won't judge." Charles chuckled and looked up at Erik. He didn't mean to but he was staring Erik right in the eyes. They were blue-gray like the sky before it storms, they were stunning. Erik stared right back at Charles but did not reply the stupid grin. "Do you always do that?" Erik asked.
Charles cocked his head to the side, confused, "Do what?"
Erik motioned to Charles' big eyes and stupid smile, "This." Then Erik rolled his eyes. Then Erik crossed the hall and opened the opposite door, the same side as his room. Charles looked in and saw his room. There were two windows. His bed was against the wall that divided his and Erik's rooms. Erik had assembled both of the book shelves and had placed them next to the windows. He looked at Erik grinning again. Erik pointed to the book shelves, "I hope you don't mind. I just saw how many boxes were labels books so I made them. I knew that you would want to get unpacked as fast as possible. I just thought I would help."
Like most of what Charles had said today he replied thank you. Erik shrugged his shoulders and walked the suitcase to the pile of boxes.
Erik started to walk back to Charles, "I'll be in my room if you need anything. Raid the fridge if you want. If you finish anything off replace it." Then Erik walked out of the room.
Charles leaned out the door and said, "Ok, thank you again."
Erik waved his hand and then walked into his room. Charles turned back to look at his own room. He slid his backpack off his shoulder and throw it on the bed. He heard the music Erik just started playing sep through his wall into his room. He looked around and mentally made a list of what he had to do. Then he rolled up his sleeves and grabbed the first box starting a long and tedious process.
Charles did 2 boxes per hour. Charles was often so absorbed in what he was doing that he wouldn't notice how much Erik checked on him. Charles only though it was about once an hour but it was actually about four times an hour. At first it was a mistake he was going the get a shirt out of the washer but when he looked in Charles' room Charles was humming along to the music and shaking his butt. It was all Erik could do not to laugh.
Then after about 15 minutes he was curious and he walked over to Charles' room again. This time Charles was putting books on the shelves. Erik looked over and saw that Charles had 6 boxes of tea sitting on his bed. Erik walked over and picked one up, "So, you are a tea drinker?"
Charles jumped a foot up in the air and almost wet his paints. Not many people can sneak up on him. Erik was going to be one of the few. Erik chuckled and his smile lost a bit of its ice. Charles smiled back, "What was your first clue, my friend, but yes I am an avid tea drinker."
Erik throw the box in his hand up into the air. Then turned it to see what type it was, Earl Grey. He held the box up to Charles so he could see, "You want me to make you some? I bet you have not had any today."
Charles gave an ear to ear grin. His eyes shown bright reminding, Erik of the oceans you only see on TV and always wanted to go there. Except Charles' eyes are better. "Why thank you my friend!" said Charles.
"No problem, I'll be back in a minute," said Erik as he walked out of the room. Erik does not usually like to help people, he usually tries to do everything but help. Charles is making him break that rule and Erik did not know if you likes it or not.
Charles stood there for a moment just smiling, happy that Erik actually was checking on him. After about 5 minutes Erik came back with the cup of tea and was about to put it on the nightstand. He stopped though because Charles practically came running at him. Instead he just handed cup to Charles. Charles took a sip of tea.
After that when Erik did his noticeable checkups by mostly asked how Charles was doing, if he need help, or is everything alright? On his unannounced checkups he was seeing if Charles needed more tea, if the room was looking like a room of a geek, or if he liked the music.
Finally around 4:30, after the 5th box, he called quits for the day. He stood up and brushed himself off then he walked over a took a sip of his 5th cup of tea. Erik had brought him more ever hour. Charles sat down on his recently made bed and look around his room. The bookshelves were full with read and unread books. He put pictures of his role models, friends, sister, and bands all over the walls. The only space in the room was a spot underneath a big window between the 2 bookshelves. He could not find anything that look good there so he left it.
Charles finished off his cup of tea and felt hunger start to set into his stomach. He grabbed his cup and turned the light off in his room then he headed to Erik's. He thought that maybe Erik and he could have dinner together. He leaned on the door frame of Erik's room and looked at him for a moment. The music was a good volume in Charles' room but in Erik's it was a bit too loud. Erik was lying across his bed with a magazine propped up on his chest. He was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jeans that were not lose but not truly tight. Charles quite liked them. Now looking around Erik's room it was like the dark version of Charles'. Charles looked at Erik again and he had still not noticed him. Charles found a bit of pride in that. "We'll my friend you have a good taste in music." Charles yelled with a smirk.
Erik got slightly started and the magazine slipped but it was not anywhere close to how stupid Charles looked when he got surprised. He turned to Charles a bit irritated, "Thank you. So have you stopped unpacking for the moment?"
Charles felt bad for making Erik irritated, "Yes, I have stopped for the moment. Only about 2 more boxes to go until I am done." There was an awkward silence, "Well, I was feeling a bit hungry and I wanted to know if you want to have dinner together? Only if you don't mind."
Erik got up from the bed, "That sounds good, just don't get used to it. I work late sometimes. Don't ask if I will mind, you will always know whither I want to or not."
Charles gave a sarcastic salute, "Yes sir!" and then he got to the point, "So you want me to make it, you make it, or go out."
"I'm guessing you not much of a cook, so how about I cook. First we need to see what's in the fridge." Erik walked to the door and Charles stepped aside. Erik made his way down the stair and Charles was right behind him. When they reach the last step Erik went to the fridge, while Charles made a beeline to the couch. Charles flopped down and then curled up around the pillow. For some odd reason this place was already starting to feel like home. Erik leaned into the fridge moving things around, trying to find something edible. For about a minute Charles tried his best not to look at Erik's butt but then he just gave up.
When Erik got out of the fridge he came over and sat in a chair facing Charles. The man smirked because seeing Charles curled up reminded him of a young boy. "So we can have moldy salad and pasta sauce," Erik said still smirking.
Charles sat up, "So it seems like we are going to the grocery store."
Erik nodded his head, "Yep. Now go upstairs and get your jacket and shoes on."
Charles started running up to the steps and he almost tripped. Erik chuckled until he heard another thump and a yell, "I'm alright." Then he started all out laughing.
Erik walked over to the door and slipped on his leather jacket and a pair of dress boots. Charles came bonding down stairs with a light corduroy jacket and a pair of Nikes. He had also thrown on a pair of finger less knit gloves. Erik shrugged and opened the door, "Time to show you were the grocery store is. Did you bring money?"
Charles followed him out the door, "Yes I did," and then he tripped on the ledge leading into the hall.