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Warning: sexually explicit content.
Charles completely forgets that Alex just called him Dad and spins to face him, concern written all over his face.
"What's wrong?"
Alex groans and the mutants all stop in their tracks. "Just a massive headache."
Charles instructs the other mutants to get in the car and hands Raven the keys, their happy smiley faces were nowhere to be seen.
He calls Erik and urges him to get over to them as quickly as possible.
"I think i'm gonna be sick!" Alex groans before turning away from Charles and hurls into the snow, Charles grimaces and rubs his back comfortingly as Erik runs over panting.
"What's caused all this?"
"Sugar overload I reckon, he already had concussion but decided, drinking lots of fizzy pop was a good idea." Charles replies.
"Urgh, udfsfgh!" Alex mumbles.
"What?" Charles asks him, not understanding a word.
"It wasn't a good idea to drink 15 cokes." Alex repeats and then spins back round again to hurl.
Charles shakes his head. "Well I think you've learnt your lesson the hard way, there's no point me lecturing you on it, so next time, just use common sense. Yes?"
Erik moves around to kick snow over the stinking pile of Alex's insides.
"Do you need to be sick again?" He asks Alex, worry evident in the lines of his face.
Alex shrugs his shoulders, "I don't think so, but I can't be sure,"
Charles helps him up and walks him to the car, supporting him in the drastic case that he would fall, he decides that Alex would probably be better in the front of the car. Easier access to a window and everything, so that meant he had to go in the back.
"Damn you Erik and your drinking capacity," he mumbles.
The man in question raises his eyebrow, "You can't blame me for you being a lightweight."
"Shut up." Charles snaps, climbing in the back and seating himself in the middle of a sugar filled Hank, Raven and...Sean. Sean was someones' idea of a joke; he was taunting him, just asking for a slap. And Raven! Raven was tickling him…In all the places he hated being tickled, whilst Hank, well he just stared out the window, having what seemed to be a rather nice conversation with the glass.
Charles worried about that boy, he never wanted to join in on whatever they were doing, and always found some excuse why not.
But talking to the glass was the last straw.
"Hank, you would get a much more stimulating conversation if you spoke to us."
Hank blinked out of his haze and turned to look at the professor. "Um, I, uh, was seeing what colour the trees were."
Charles raised an eyebrow, "Okay. Well why don't you talk to us, the trees can wait."
"Okay."
"Right well Hank, please tell Raven why tickling me when I don't want to be tickled is only going to end bad for her!" Charles glared at his sister.
Hank smiles and begins to lecture Raven on reflexes and how that tickling her brother in such a small space, will end up in her being hurt much more than her poor, tortured brother.
Alex lays his head against the headrest and sighs, closing his eyes.
"Only a few more miles and then you can go to bed and sleep it off again." Erik says to the half sleeping blonde. He gets a small nod in return and considers squeezing the boys knee in comfort, but knows it would make Alex freak, instead he settles for a sympathetic stare.
Erik hears the back of the car go silent and looks confusingly in his rear view mirror.
Charles sits far too pleased with himself in between the strangely sleeping teens and smiles proudly towards Erik.
"Charles, I thought we weren't meant to use our powers on our friends?" He chuckles, finally being able to think about something other than Twinkies or whatever sweet Sean was on about before his sudden snooze.
"I was desperate, you wan try sitting between them." Charles says, trying to justify his actions.
It seems Alex likes the silence too as he groans an approval before going back to sleep.
"How long love?" Charles asks Erik.
"Ten minutes, probably five." He answers and steps on the accelerator.
Soon, they arrive back at the lodge, tired and the majority, full of sugar.
"Charles don't you think you should wake them now?" Erik asks the smugly happy brunette.
The brunette turns and pouts at him, his pout turning into a sly smile.
"We could leave them here to wake up themselves? We have unfinished business to take care of, I feel...Deprived." Charles looks down where his forgotten cock lies, soft and unused.
Erik follows his gaze and stares for just a second before coming to his senses and coughing loudly to distract himself. "Charles, i'm sorry but you can wait; we need to sort the kids out." He leans into the back as much as possible and places his hand on Charles knee. "I promise i'll make it up to you later." He grins.
Charles huffs and gives in, gently lifting the kids out of their sleep.
Erik remembers that Alex is in the front and pulls back sharply, jumps out and runs round to help him out the car.
Oblivious to Charles and Erik's conversation, Alex wakes and slumps into Erik's arms.
"I'm not carrying you Alex, you're not that sick." He says gruffly and gently brings Alex to his feet, supporting one shoulder and slowly walking back up to the lodge.
Giving Charles the job of getting the rest of the sugar filled mutants back to the lodge.
Hank was easy, he climbs out quickly and runs up to the lodge, shouting something about how Charles is going to ruin his carefully monitored sleeping pattern.
Raven is less than difficult, but harder than easy. She is quite happy to stay in the car and sleep there for the night. Charles mutters to himself, he forgot how grumpy Raven was after sleep, add sugar to the mix and she was a nightmare.
He hisses at her to get her ass up to the lodge or she will sleep in the car for the rest of the holiday.
Annoyingly, she likes the sound of that idea, and it takes Charles a whole lot of bribing and a small bit of mind influencing to get her out of the car. Once out she slams the door shut and struts off up the hill, huffing and muttering as she goes.
Then, there was Sean.
He smiles at Charles, he wasn't going to make it easy for the man.
Charles smiles back at him and issues him to get out of the car.
He shakes his head and wraps his seatbelt around his waist and ties a knot.
Charles raised his eyebrow at him; he had never seen children, no teenagers so desperate to stay in a car?
He looks at Sean incredulously.
"Sean, I really can't be bothered with your idiocy today. So you either stay in the car alone, with no one to see your little attention seeking charades or you come inside with me and we eat together as a family and you sleep in a nice warm fluffy bed.
He sees the consideration flicker across the teens face before it is set in stubborn defiance.
He breathes in and out, the last thing he wanted to do was snap at Sean like he did Alex, and instead tries to stay strong.
"Fine, night Sean. Enjoy the cold, empty, scary car." He smiles and walks off leaving the astounded teen in the lonely car.
The teen stares at him from the window, watching his figure disappear into the lodge, whilst a shadow walks out of it.
He thinks through his options, he really didn't expect Charles to just leave him.
He could either, stay here and brave the cold temperatures, wrapping himself in whatever warm material he could find that was stored in the car, keeping up his defiance.
OR, admit defeat and slink back inside, admit he was being rude and have a nice tea and a warm bed to sleep in.
Option two was tempting…
He considers option one again before deciding enough was enough and that he really didn't want to be alone on holiday, in a freezing cold car.
He unties his knotted seatbelt and tries the door. Its been locked. He fumbles with it before looking up to see very smug Erik standing ten feet away.
He gives the man death stares and sees the flick of his wrist and tries the door again.
Feeling the cold air on his face, he slams the door and stomps over to Erik. "Not funny." He snaps at the smug git.
"Oh but it was." The smug git grins back at the red head.
He swears under his breath and pushes past him to the lodge.
Erik decides he was making tea.
A delicious chicken chasseur with the most delectable vegetables around.
Charles peeps in the kitchen but is soon shooed away and is left with just the scent and what Erik is projecting to him, which was very little.
He sits with the younger mutants, all watching a film on TV about the Titanic.
Charles sighs, people were so obsessed about that thing, and had seen the film a hundred times before anyway…Besides, wasn't it Seans turn to decide what movie they watched?
Dinner was finally served and the mutants sat down to eat it hungrily.
It smelt amazing. The chicken. The roast potatoes. Sean didn't know where to put his slathering tongue.
Erik tells everyone to dig in and everybody does, except Charles?
"What's up schatz?" He calls Charles, concerned, the man was never off his food.
"I don't know, i'm just not hungry."
"Well we did have that huge platter for lunch. I made this really for the kids, but i'll make you something later if you want?"
Charles shakes his head, it looks quite bizarre to those not in the conversation. "Truly thank you but its no fuss, I will be fine." He moves his hand under the table and squeezes Erik's lovingly.
"Just grunts of appreciation appear from the young mutants as they tuck in rabidly. Honestly you'd think they'd never been fed before.
Once full and sleepy, Erik suggests a game of monopoly, with Charles promising not to cheat by fixing the game.
The younger mutants agree and Erik brings down the personalized box. All the pewter pieces were members of the First Class family. All hand made by Erik. He'd made it for their first Christmas together and was very proud of it, and guarded it ruthlessly.
Unsurprisingly, Charles won.
Followed by a very close second, Erik, and a not too far behind Alex.
Raven, Hank and Sean had gone bust pretty early. Seeing as the board was covered in hotels and houses.
It was now twelve o clock; they'd all stayed at the table and had played the long game. Charles sent the young mutants to bed and slumped on the sofa, closing his eyes for just a second…The next thing he knew Erik was breathing all over him, nuzzling into his neck.
He groaned softly to show he was awake.
Erik responded by attacking his lips, starting slow and then building up intensity with his kisses.
This had certainly woken Charles up and he was soon groping Erik, pulling him down onto him and running his hands through Erik's thick hair as Erik continued his onslaught on his neck.
He let out a small whimper as Erik reached the bit of skin where his neck met his chest and Erik pulled his top down, biting hard.
Charles moaned loudly, forgetting all about the other mutants.
But Erik was far too busy pleasing him to worry about the kids. He had slightly more important matters at hand this very moment, all involving Charles and the Bedroom, maybe the table if they didn't quite get there.
Charles panted beneath him, his hand roaming Erik's shirt covered back.
He groaned in frustration and tried to rip the shirt off.
Erik realised and stripped it off teasingly for him before getting closer to Charles and grinding against him, needing, wanting the touch, the friction drove him insane.
He moved faster next to Charles, kissing him passionately, moving even faster as the kiss got more intense, and moaning into Charles mouth.
"Erik," Charles panted. "Not going to last if you keep doing that."
With restraint, Erik pulled away.
Grabbing Charles hand, he led him up the stairs.
Charles did a quick mental sweep on the house; all the kids were sound asleep. He smiled.
Erik pushed him back into their bedroom and walked him backwards to the bed before pushing him onto it and climbing on top, straddling him, grinding him like crazy.
Charles was more than happy to procede with things and he pulled his cardigan off, shortly followed by his shirt and vest…A vest? Seriously Charles it wasn't the sixties? Erik thought but pushed it aside and stared at Charles beautiful pale chest.
Charles noticed Erik had slowed and so took the opportunity to grasp Erik's cock, hard from inside his jeans, god how he had teased him, putting on those ever so tight jeans and then that t-shirt…It had drove him insane all night, partly why he wasn't hungry! For food that is...
Erik gasped and moaned as Charles rubbed his hard cock, begging to be released.
Erik went to undo his fly, bending backwards slightly but Charles got there before him, freeing his hard cock and showing his full erection to a straddled Charles.
Charles stroked it gently, teasingly tickling it, breathing hot air over it. Causing Erik to let out a small whine in want.
Charles shifted under him so he was at a better angle, pulling the jeans down and took Erik in his mouth, sucking hard, and tongue rolling around slowly.
Erik arched his head back and moaned Charles name, gripping his head to keep him steady and bucked his hips into Charles.
With one hand on his head and the other on his shoulder, he pushed the back of Charles head onto his cock, he wanted more of him in the mans mouth, as much as he could take, and pumped him greedily.
Charles released him with a pop and licked his wet red lips.
He pulled Erik down so he was on top of him again and kissed him deeply, using his tongue to tease the inside of Erik's mouth.
Erik grabbed his own trousers, realising Charles was still half clothed and this was unacceptable. He undid the metal zip with his mind and pulled the trousers down and threw them onto the floor, they'll pick everything up later.
Charles grinned, all he was in was a blue pair of long boxers, hey it was cold in that tight suit!
Erik half pouted.
"Poor baby Charles. You've been keeping him under all that?" He stroked Charles hard cock trapped in the long briefs.
"Just take it already!" Charles groaned.
Erik smiled; God Charles looked sexy when frustrated. Erik obliged and pulled the large boxers down, releasing Charles hard cock, he took a minute to admire it before devouring it in his mouth, squeezing Charles balls as he bucked his hips to Erik's mouth movements.
Charles frantically grabbed a pillow and moaned/screamed into it, Erik was good, that tongue could reach places he'd only dreamed of and it made him want to scream his name. But being wary of the children, he used a pillow.
Erik kept going, swirling his tongue in circles, knowing it drove Charles crazy. His confirmation was the huge moan from behind the pillow.
He pulled off Charles cock and licked the line from his crotch to his stomach, causing him to shudder.
"I want to fuck you." He whispered.
Charles nodded. "Wardrobe…Bottom of case…Lube and condoms." He rasped, breathing heavily.
Erik got up and was back in seconds.
"Turn over for me schatz." Erik said sweetly.
Charles obliged and turned over, ass sticking up in the air.
Erik stroked a finger down his soft ass, just touching the opening.
He filled two fingers with lube and slowly pushed them in, receiving a moan from Charles as he bucked into Erik's carefully placed fingers.
Erik swirled his fingers inside before bringing them out, adding more lube and a third finger, which made Charles cry out more.
"Just…Fuck me…Please!" He moaned, he couldn't stand the torture of the fingers, he wanted the real thing. Now.
"Baby i'm big you know that. I don't wanna hurt you like last time." Erik sympathised, last time, Charles ass had hurt for a week.
Charles growled with lust and frustration, but allowed Erik to continue, he really didn't want a sore ass on holiday.
As Erik swirled his fingers in Charles, he reached his hands round to Erik's cock. It was only fair, Erik was teasing him!
The man chuckles, "If you want me to fuck you Charles you better stop doing that."
Charles growls. "Hurry up alre…ahhh!
Erik shoves all three fingers in roughly. "You like that? You like it fast and rough? Baby you shoulda said." Erik purrs.
"Mmmfgh!" Charles garbles a reply.
Erik pulls his fingers out of Charles ass and slaps the lube on his own cock.
He steadies himself on Charles waist before slowly getting level with his crack. Pushing in slowly, as Charles moans. He pulls out again almost completely and Charles whines before he slams back in again quickly, making Charles gasp.
"You dirty man," Erik rasps "you like it fast huh?"
"Yes!" Charles moans under him, shuddering."
"You like it when I talk while I fuck you don't you?" He whispers, picking up pace slightly, steadying with one hand whilst the other reaches round to Charles forgotten hard cock and slowly pumps it.
"Fuck Erik!" Charles moans, writhing underneath him.
Erik pulls out and flips Charles, hoisting his legs up above his shoulders and slamming into him again. He grins down at the ecstatic brunette, lust, want, need written all over his face, but there was something else there too. Love.
It was more than sex, it was something else, it meant much more to Erik, and most probably Charles, lovemaking he guesses, because Erik really did love Charles.
He groans as he feels himself getting closer, and reaches for Charles cock again.
Charles pants under him, "I love you Erik!" He cries.
"Yep. Pretty sure its love making." Erik thinks to himself.
"And I love you Charles!" He cries out as he climaxes, releasing in fast spurts into Charles, slowly riding out the last few waves.
Charles isn't far behind, a few more jerks and he's spurting onto Erik's stomach. Erik's looks down at him, flushed, but proud.
He grabs his finger and wipes it across his stomach, Charles watching him with intent, and lifts the finger into his mouth, tasting pure Charles.
It was enough to send Charles nearly hard again, his seed being tasted by Erik. Then Erik takes his finger and wipes it across his stomach again, this time lifting the finger into his own mouth, Charles sucks his own finger happily, staring right into Erik, his eyes filled with new arousal. And his mouth forming a perfect O shape.
Erik groans and slowly exits Charles, falling on top of him and breathing heavily. Charles strokes his soft, sweaty hair making him purr with happiness and nestle into Charles chest.
He sorts his sweaty forehead out before wiping their chests with the covers and hopes they have spare.
He feels Erik start to fall asleep on his chest and gently tickles him back awake, releasing a chuckle from the man.
Erik rolls off him and snuggles up next to him instead, mumbling something.
"What did you say love?" Charles asks, slightly weary and eyes droopy.
Erik sighs, "I said, you taste great." Rolling the r
Charles chuckles back, "Your turn next."
Erik's eyes flash open, full of disbelief, eyebrow raised. "Schatz we both know, you always go on bottom, you couldn't handle top." He smiles smugly.
"Is that so? We'll just have to see won't we?"
Unluckily for Hank, Charles had been wrong, he wasn't asleep, his helmet he had on which monitored his sleeping pattern must be made of some weird material, and he had heard everything, moans and all.
He looked around his room for something to distract him from his mind, which kept playing it on repeat, creeping him out more each time, and spotted his thesis he could read. He jumps out of bed and walks over to the book on his table, picks it up with shaking ice cold fingers and takes it back to bed to read.
The next morning.
Hank is down first, head down, getting his cereal and heads back up to his room.
He passes Raven on the stairs but doesn't even notice her. "Odd?" She thinks and walks into the kitchen the strange boy had just left and makes herself some breakfast.
Charles comes down the stairs with a big goofy smile on his face and looks around, wishing to speak to Hank.
"Where is Hank?" He asks puzzled, he was sure it was his clompy feet he had heard on the stairs.
"I think he's in his room. He was acting really weird. He just went straight up, passing me on the stairs, ignoring me." Raven answers, just as puzzled as Charles about this weird behaviour…Even by Hanks standards.
"Hmm, I better go see if he's okay." Charles says and runs back up the stairs to the young scientists' room.
He knocks quietly on the door. "Hank?"
"Yes?" Is heard from inside and he walks in.
When Hank sees him, he flushes pink and quickly looks away.
"H, hey professor, is there anything you want?"
Okay…Something was really off; Hank is never that dismissive with him.
"Urm, yeah I just wanted to know if you were okay." Charles asks him, concerned.
"I, i'm fine, w, why wouldn't I be?" He answers defensively.
"You tell me." Charles counters softly.
Hank slides a hand down his face. "Im fine. Just tired, that's all." In answering the question Hank accidently brings the thought of why he was tired to the front of his mind and knows Charles would have seen it. He shifts a little on his spot sat on his bed.
The image flashes across Charles vision and suddenly he feels awful.
"Hank…I'm so sorry, you shouldn't have had to hear that."
Hank flushes crimson.
Charles steps closer and sits on the corner of his bed, waiting patiently for him to speak.
"So, so, how long?" He finally asks.
"A few months." Charles answers honestly.
"You managed to keep it a secret this long? Hell I would have thought Raven would have at least known."
"With a bit of struggle, yes. You all weren't mature enough to handle it, her included."
"So you don't want me to tell anyone?"
Charles sighs, "I'll speak to Erik, but you may as well, they were going to find out someday, and I know you were already guessing, from that stunt you pulled trying to sneak up on us I knew it was going to be soon when you all found out properly."
Hank feels strangely relieved, glad he doesn't have to avoid his adoptive parents anymore to avoid embarrassment.
He nods and turns back round to face the opposite wall.
"Come down Hank; don't keep yourself locked up in here." Charles sighs, worried for the boy.
"No thanks, I want the space."
"Fine, but you're perfectly welcome to join us." Charles tells him and leaves the room.
The rest of the mutants are sitting around the table, sharing jam and lemon curd on toast.
Charles sits next to Erik and grabs a piece or two, munching and listening to his family.
"Come on! Superman is so much better than Batman!" Sean cries.
"Nu uh! Batman has the Batmobile! Alex replies.
"Dude, Superman can fly!"
"Batman has a huge house, a load of money and an underground Batcave!" Alex shouts, getting serious.
"Superman can see through walls!"
"Boys." Erik sighs. "Let's agree that Batman and Superman are equally as good as each other?"
Sean tuts and Alex rolls his eyes.
"For the record," Raven jumps in, "Spiderman is the best."
Erik glares at her.
"Oh please! He is so gay its unreal, if you're thinking like that then it has to be the Green Goblin!" Sean cries.
Erik sighs frustrated and walks into the kitchen, he isn't going to try and re-settle that argument.
He pours himself another cup of coffee when he feels familiar hands around his waist and breath on the back of his neck.
He arches back into the touch.
"Morning,"
He hears a chuckle, "morning, by the way, you're totally the best for trying to settle that argument."
It was Erik's turn to chuckle.
"Well personally, the best Superhero for me is right here."
Charles laughs, "God that's cheesy, but somehow sexy." He says with a puzzled face. "Anyway, we need to talk about something."
Erik reaches him. "Mentally"
Charles nods.
"Go on."
"Hank heard us last night. That's why he isn't with us; it kind of freaked him out a little. I've told him the truth and that I will speak to you about him telling the rest, it may be best if you had a word with him.
Erik's face falls, briefly wonders if it would be best to wipe his memory, but he couldn't do that to his kids, let alone the smart one.
"He can tell the rest of them, they probably already know anyway."
Charles face floods with relief, he was secretly quite worried about what Erik would say.
He smiles and kisses him gently, just as Raven walks in…
"I knew it!" She shrieks.
Well, that problem was obviously over.
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