Disclaimer: I do not own X-men: First Class, or any of the characters associated with it. They belong to Marvel and Stan Lee.
Warnings: Slash. Rated M. Charles/Erik
A/N: Thank you to everyone who reviewed! I absolutely adore all the feedback and knowing that people are actually liking my story. It makes my world go round! I hope that you all like this chapter. It made me giggle.
Charles was humming to himself as he fluttered around the small kitchen in his and Erik's shared hotel room. There was a delicious aroma wafting throughout the place that would have anyone's mouth watering. Copious amounts of vegetables, all placed accordingly on a medium sized table a few feet outside of the kitchen, were cooling, butter melting in waves over potatoes, asparagus, corn, and scallops. There was a fresh bottle of white wine sitting simply next to two wine glasses, and two identical, empty plates were sitting on opposite ends of the table, complete with a knife and fork. Charles was just putting the finishing touches on the pork-loin meat when he heard the front door open.
The telepath had decided to put their little misunderstanding behind them from the day before, and felt that a nice, home cooked meal would be the perfect way. He knew that Erik very rarely indulged in good food, never seeing the need to spend anymore time on food preparation than was needed. Besides, Charles wanted to cook for his friend. Perhaps get to know him a little bit better. Plus, perhaps this little endeavour would deter the telepath's thoughts of his mutant friend to a far less raunchy kind.
He'd become almost ashamed at the way his eyes always racked down the contours of Erik's toned body, or when they were passionately arguing over random things, how he'd love to shove his tongue down the other man's throat and finally shut him up for once.
Charles shook his head, willing the blush off his face, and turned to face Erik who'd just sauntered into the kitchen.
"Expecting company?" The metal bender asked with a raised eyebrow, a slight smirk crossing his features.
"Perhaps. But, only if they'll have me," Charles said a little flirty.
"That depends," Erik teased. "Is there wine?"
"Of course," the telepath winked, making Erik's face heat up slightly. "This is food prepared by the masterful Xavier, complete with wine, and perhaps, if the company is good, dessert."
The metal benders eyes widened slightly at the dirty thoughts that suddenly plagued his mind when his mutant friend said "dessert."
"Masterful Xavier, huh? I think someone's ego is a tad too large," Erik grinned, before glancing at the still-steaming food that was just begging to be eaten.
"We are so alike in some ways, aren't we?" Charles smirked at him, motioning for his friend to sit down and indulge in his meal.
"Smartass," Erik mumbled, already helping himself to everything that he could get his hands on.
"I do try."
Both mutants clinked glasses, grinning like mad, finishing off the rest of their glasses. They were both sufficiently stuffed with pretty much everything that had been on the table, and three glasses of wine each. Charles was in the process of clearing away the dishes, and placed a few more next to the sink that was slowly filling with soapy water. The telepath turned back towards the table, when he bumped into Erik, whose hands were filled with the remaining dishes, gasping slightly as he pushed against the metal bender's muscled chest by accident.
"Oh, pardon me, I didn't mean-" Charles's breath hitched as Erik pushed against the telepath, reaching his arms around to place the dishes next to the sink, trapping the Englishman between Erik's arms and the countertop.
Charles was about to push past the man, when he realized that Erik's hands were gripped on the countertop and he couldn't move. The taller of the two's body pushed up against the telepath's until there was almost no space between them.
Both mutants gazed into the other's beautiful orbs. Smouldering green into blazing blue. Charles was too stunned to say anything. The shorter of the pair didn't dare read his friend's mind, knowing that Erik would undoubtedly know, and that he'd made a promise not to without permission. But, he desperately wanted to know what the other man was thinking at the moment.
"Thank you for dinner, Charles," Erik hummed against the younger man, using his powers to turn off the sink tap without the Englishman knowing.
"It was no trouble Erik, I was happy to cook for you," the telepath whispered.
Erik leaned down closer, there lips almost touching. Charles could barely breath, his entire body still…was …was Erik going to kiss him?
The metal bender's lips caressed Charles lips with the barest pressure. It couldn't even be classified as a kiss, just a slight nudge of contact. The telepath breath out, feeling his entire body flush and goose bumps erupt onto his pale flesh. He was just about to push his mouth harder against his friends when:
"You have very bad breathe, Charles," Erik said randomly, almost as if he didn't realize that he'd said it. The telepath blinked, and the older man finally realized what he'd said, almost looking as shocked as Charles was.
Erik was mentally face-palming. Why the fuck had he said that?
"Lovely," Charles muttered, turning away and pushing out of the embrace. The moment, and Charles's mood, completely ruined.
Fuck, Erik screamed in his head.
The telepath sighed and made his way into the bathroom and out of view, but not before popping his head back out with a frown.
"Have fun with the dishes. I'm taking a shower." The door slammed shut, making Erik physically wince with how angry the noise was. The metal bender sighed to himself and turned back to the various dirty dishes.
"Fuck…"
A/N: Hahaha! Erik is just making me laugh now. MAN! They were so close TOO! Don't you just hate that? ;)
Don't worry, Erik can't be an idiot forever…or can he?
You'll just have to find out in the next chapter.
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