TV's and Scotch

Authors Note: AGAIN,I GIVE YOU FULL RIGHTS TO BE ANGRY THAT THIS TOOK SO LONG. I think the worst part is actually editing it. I have already started on the next chapter so I hope that will make the next update faster. I AM SO SORRY GUYS! Also thank you for all the reviews. I think without them I would have quit. They mean a lot to me.


When Charles and Erik got inside of the house they throw all of their bags on the table. Charles grabbed his bottle of scotch and a glass and headed for the couch. Erik ripped open the 12 pack of beer and grabbed one. He took a sip before he started going through the bags to put them away. First thing he did was pull out the can of tomato's, fresh herbs, and box of pasta. Simple but good dinner. He could hear the white noise of the news and then he heard the springs on the couch moan in relief. Erik turned around and saw that Charles had gotten up and started going through the bags too. He looked up to Erik and smiled, "Felt bad for not helping. Also I did not want to look like an ass."

Erik smiled back, "You can just put all the stuff away. You don't need to help with dinner."

"Thank you," Charles said as he started to lean into the fridge to put something away.

Erik leaned back a bit from sink we're he was filling up the pot of water to get a better view of Charles's butt. It looked really good in those jeans. Then Erik snapped out of it and turned back to the, now overflowing, pot of water with red staining his cheeks.

Charles put everything away and went back to the TV. Erik started and noodles and the sauce. Whenever he had spare time, while cooking, he would sit with Charles on the couch. When dinner was finally ready at 9 Charles voted on eating the paste right out of the pot. Erik grabbed two towels and two forks and sat the pot between them. Charles channel suffered until he found League of Extraordinary Gentleman on Encore.

When Sean Connery came on Charles pointed to the TV, "He is really hot in an older men sort of way."

Erik cocked his head to the side for a moment, "You could say that."

Then when Shane West came on Charles nodded his head to the TV again, "He is hot, too."

Erik started chuckled, "Charles, do find every man in this movie hot?"

Charles nodded his head, "Why yes, yes I do."

The watched the movie and eat there dinner. Charles got sauce all over him and he looked down, "Really, why did I think this was going to be a good idea?" Erik just looked at Charles and threw Charles his napkin.

After Erik finished his beer he started to drink out of Charles's glass of scotch. By the end of the night they were both sharing the bottle of scotch.

Charles looked at Erik, "You know Erik, you are quite amazing."

Erik looked at him for a moment, "You, Charles, are quite drunk." He mocked Charles English accent but it was corrupted by his own German accent.

Charles laughed, "I am drunk most of the time. I work just fine when I am like this."

Erik dropped his head back on the couch. The movie ended about 5 minutes ago. Charles dropped so his head was resting his head on a pillow. Erik looked at him, "Bed?"

Charles stared at the tv, "What time is it?"

Erik looked at the clock on the microwave, "11".

Charles sat up, "Fine."

Erik got up and put the pot in the sink filling it up with water. Charles walked over to the kitchen behind Erik. He put the empty scotch bottle into the recycling. Charles let the bottle crash into the bin. Erik smirked, "Burying the dead solider?". Charles nodded his head, "He was a good man, and he was good to us."

Erik looked at the Charles. He was small, not tiny, but more like fun sized. He wondered what this person would turn into. Probably some smart guy you see on the news all the time finding some new science crap.

Charles started up the stairs and went straight to his room to lie on his bed. Erik walked up stairs a minute later and leaned against Charles's door way. "Are you going to change?"

Charles shook his head and whined into the bed, "No!"

"Is this what you're always like when you get drunk?" Erik asked. If he is the alcohol cabinet might get a baby lock put on it.

"No, it's cause you let me finish off the bottle." Charles said as he sat up in bed and started to pull his shirt off.

Erik did not notice what Charles was doing until Charles started to undo his own belt. Erik reached for the door in haste and he closed himself out. When the door slammed Charles turned around, "Why'd you close the door?" His words were slightly slurred.

Erik says through the door, "Charles, you are stripping down."

"Oh, yeah," Charles mumbled. He was too drunk to think that this was wrong. He got up and started looking for a clean pair of boxers.

Erik heard him moving around through the door, "So, tomorrow I have to go to work a bit. It's only for an hour so I am going to leave early. If you are not up I will leave you a note."

He heard footsteps make their way to the door. Charles opened it and looked at Erik. He had an old t shirt on and a pair of boxers. "What time are you leaving?" Charles asked his head cocked to the side.

Erik looked down at him, "Around 9."

"Then can you please wake me up when you leave," Charles knew if he slept past 10 then he would be a mess for the rest of the day.

"Yeah."

"Thank you," Charles sounded less drunk then a few minutes ago. The redness in his cheeks gave it away though. "Goodnight Erik," Charles grinned.

"Goodnight," Erik got an odd urge to play with Charles's hair or touch his face. His face hardened a bit when he noticed this. He stopped himself and started to walk down the hall to his room.

Charles watched him walk down the hall wondering if he did something wrong. He shrugged and started walking to the bathroom with the goal to brush his teeth. By the time he finished brushing his teeth he had multiple spots of toothpaste on his face. This made him question whether if he know where is mouth was or not. He was also thinking about why he thought it was a good idea to drink the whole bottle.

He started back to his room and saw Eric's door open and light on. Charles had to force himself to keep on the path to his room. He flipped the light off and fell on the bed. He was barely able to pull the covers up before he fell asleep.

Erik got up from his bed when he heard Charles flop on his own. He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth, too. Unlike Charles, Erik did not have to wash large amounts of toothpaste off of his face. He went back into his room and turned the lights off. He was going to read but he had changed his mind while he was in the bathroom. By an odd coincidence the head of Charles's bed was pressed against the same spot Erik's was in his room. He could hear Charles heavy breathing through the wall. For once he was happy about the poor quality of insulation in the walls. Erik was able to fall asleep peacefully which was something that has not happened in a long time.