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Charles sighed as he tried not to crash the plane. When he'd asked Charles on vacation he didn't mean Hank could come too. And for the entire flight to the private island they'd reserved, Charles was in the cockpit with the blue Beast. Talking. Three hour into the flight and they didn't once run out of things to talk about. Erik got bored, and annoyed, and a bit lonely so he waved his hand casually, summoning the necklace that was fastened around Charles's neck. The man uttered curiosity as he allowed himself to be tugged to Erik. "Was there something you wanted?" Charles asked when he'd arrived.

"When if invited you on this vacation-" He paused as he pulled Charles down to sit on his lap. "I figured it'd be just us. I figured you'd be in my cockpit and we'd have liftoff by now." He buried his face in Charles's neck, feeling the cool chain against his forehead. Charles laughed. And Erik felt his presence invade his mind. It was no longer an unusual or unwelcome feeling.

"I love you." Charles's voice sounded so deliciously British in his head and he felt his hand rest against the flat chest of the blue eyed genius. He couldn't tell if it was him or Charles that did that but he didn't care.

"I love you too." Erik whispered with hot breath against Charles's neck. His hand began deftly unbuttoning the shirt that was the only thing stopping him.

"We'll be arriving shortly." Charles said as he pulled away.

"I can fix that." Erik growled as he pulled Charles back. The man laughed as he stood up, off of Erik and stretched. He kissed Erik lightly on the top of the head before heading back to the cockpit. Erik grabbed his hand before he could go completely. "Always wear that." He said brushing his thumb gently over the queen that was tied around his neck. Charles blushed and began buttoning his shirt back up. "Promise?" Erik demanded.

"I promise Erik." Charles laughed as he flattened his shirt down once before slipping into the cockpit with Hank.