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Vacation. Erik was sitting in the sun on the sand, not a worry or a care in the world, reading a book. Charles was lying out on the sand next to him on a towel under an umbrella. Day three of their amazing vacation and still Charles had skirted around what Erik wanted to come next in their relationship. He'd finally said I love you out loud and he'd sent Hank home. He'd agreed on being 'boyfriends' and they'd decided they'd already been on date-esque outings. "Erik?" Charles asked as he rolled onto his stomach on the grey towel.
"Yes Charles?" Erik asked not looking up from his book.
"I want to go in the water." Charles declared.
"So?" Erik sounded bored.
"Go with me old friend?" Charles asked. Erik closed his book and looked at Charles who was smiling hopefully.
"I suppose." Erik shrugged and stood.
"But first can you put sunblock on my back?" Charles pushed the orange and red bottle into Erik's hand. The pale man looked over his shoulder expectantly. Erik laughed; he'd known there was an ulterior motive. He knelt between Charles's legs, nudging them farther apart. He began moving slowly, spreading the sunblock across Charles's warm shoulders. Then he moved down his sides and along his back before reaching the hem of his shorts. He began to slowly nudge it lower but before it could get anywhere Charles jumped to his feet and grabbed Erik's hand. He knocked the bottle of sunscreen out of his hand before dragging him into the water. Charles laughed childishly as he jumped into the water, dropping Erik's hand. Erik waded into the water slowly after his boyfriend. By the time he was up to his bellybutton Charles had rushed back to him. He slipped his pale legs around Erik's waist and his arms laced around his neck. Erik's hands began nudging Charles's shorts down and he pulled back, allowing his legs to land on the ground. He stepped back and put his hand gently against Erik's bare chest.
"What do you see when you look at me Charles?" Erik asked frustrated. "Because I look at you and I just...I smile. I think that man is brilliant. Amazing. And he's mine." Erik gripped Charles's wrist. "So tell me Charles." He pulled Charles's hand away. "What you think when you look at me."
"I love you Erik." Charles said frowning as Erik's hand dropped his.
"Then why do you stop me? Don't you want this?" Erik asked. As he used the necklace to pull Charles closer.
"I want our first time to be special Erik. My first time with a man." Charles said gently. He allowed one hand to lace into Erik's hair while the other returned to resting on his chest as his body was pulled ever closer
"I will not beg Charles." Erik growled as his arms slipped around Erik's waist. "I will ask nicely though." He said as he nuzzled Charles's neck.
"Nicely?" Charles laughed. "Are you going to offer me cake Erik?" He purred.
"Do you want cake?" Erik asked. Charles shrugged and slipped out of the other's hands before he began to head back inside. Charles grabbed his towel and hurried inside while drying himself along the way. Erik trailed after him using his power, his mutation, to bring the umbrella after him as he trailed after his boyfriend.
"You make the best cake." Charles purred as he stepped into the cool entrance hall.
"Am I to understand that as I am making a cake?" Erik asked as he went to the bathroom to shower.
"Yes. Cake and dinner." Charles said as he began setting the table. Erik sighed as he set to work making all of Erik's favorite foods for their romantic dinner.
"And what do I get in return?" Erik asked as he taste tested his cake batter.
"Hm?" Charles said not looking up from where he was debating his next move in their paused chess game. "What do you want?"
"Sleep with me." Erik asked looking pointedly at the Brit. Charles looked up, his clear blue eyes finding Erik's as a small smile lifted his lips slightly.
"Ask nicely." Charles purred. Erik faltered for a moment.
"I would like to bend you over and fuck the shit out of your nice little ass. Please." Erik said as Charles's face blushed furiously. "Happy?" Erik asked as he put the cake batter in the oven. Charles made his move at last before looking up at Erik, blush still burning his porcelain skin.
"After dinner." Charles murmured softly before cracking open a new book. "But you must be gentle with me."
"Of course." Erik laughed as he set to work on a salad. "It would be such a shame to damage such a perfect ass." Erik teased. Charles blushed even more at this.
"And I don't wish to be sore tomorrow when Hank arrives to return us to training." Charles said casually. Erik froze. He didn't realize they'd be leaving the next day. He counted in his head as he set a bowl of water to boil for the pasta and then began chopping ingredient for the sauce. They remained in silence until Erik was done making all the food. He threw the dish rag over his shoulder and tried in vain to wipe some of the ingredient off before he began serving out food to each of their plates. Charles put his book down and stretched before sauntering over to the table and plopping down. He smiled up at Erik before he began eating. When they decided to move on to the cake Erik cleaned up the leftovers and brought out the cake. Charles licked his lips before cutting himself a piece. Erik went to cut his own piece but Charles's hand went to his head.
Mine.
Erik's hand faltered before it fell. "Really Charles?" Erik mumbled as he went to clean up the kitchen. He hoped one day Charles would protect him. Would be possessive over him. At least enough to equal that of the protectiveness of the cake...
"We had a deal. Cake for sex." Charles laughed but before he could take another bite the fork left from his hand and floated over to Erik's lips. Erik savored it for a moment; he really did make the best cakes, before returning it to Charles.
"A deal is a deal but I did want at least a single bite." Erik said, his voice was thick as ever with its slight accent.
"I suppose I'll give you that." Charles laughed as he continued eating his cake. Erik finished cleaning and slunk over and stood behind Erik, his hands gently resting on the other man's shoulders.