Chapter 9: Honeybears and sweethearts
"Wake up honeybear!" Raven yelled through the closed bedroom door.
Charles opened his eyes and was blinded by the morning light that shined through the open window.
"Wazzup?" He asked with a cracked voice. His headache was horrible. It felt like if 1000 sharp knife would punish his brain.
"Erik's waiting in the living room for you," she warbled obviously in a very good mood.
"Erik?" Pictures of the past evening ran through his head. Two boys kissing on a bed. Naked skin that rubbed on his chest and Eriks thrilling noise as he got off.
"Oh my god." Charles lifted his hands over his face. "What have I done?"
"Sweetheart stand up!" Ravend sang.
'I guess I've a bloody crush on you.' Erik had wishpered in his ear. 'You're amazing.'
"Charlie darling he's waiting." Charles coulnd't see Ravens wide smile on her face as he got up.
It was not necessary to dress. He still wore his clothes from yesterday. Even his shoes.
He opened the door and faced a very happy Raven.
"Don't call me Charlie ever again."
"May I ask you if you can recognize the past evening?"
Charles nodded.
"Most of it I guess why?"
"Because your superlover is waiting downstairs."
"My what?" Charles was puzzled. How did she know?
"Isn't he your boyfriend now, is he?"
"What? No he' not. Why should he?"
"Because you two petted."
"How do you know?" Charles had a bad, very bad feeling in his stomach.
"Everybody know!"
Charles face went white and shocked.
"C'mon you two were kissing in the kitchen after you left the room of Scotts parents. And I really don't want to know what you've done in there... oh wait...actually I want to know. Tell me every detail, except the getting-lay-part."
Charles didn't knew what she was talking about. The last memorie was Erik talking to him that he has a crush on him. He did not even knew how he went home.
"I didn't layed anyone yesterday."
"You didn't. I thought you did."
"No...I...We...god damn Raven. It was just kissing. More or less."
"Well. Doesn't matter now. But it was so damn cute to see you sharing a kiss with Erik Lensherr."
"Keep your mouth shut, I'll go down to Erik. Did he said what he want?"
"To get layed maybe," she smirked.
"Raven you're impossible."
With these words he left his sister on his bedroom door and went down stairs.
His heart fluttered in nervousness.
"Hey Charles." Eriks voice was calm and his cheeks were covered with a blush.
There he stood at the chimney with his hands in his pocket.
"Hey." Just wone word. Nothing else. Charles did not even moved. He just stood in the doorframe and viewed Erik.
"How are you?"
"Fine and you?"
"Fine."
"Already sober again?" Erik asked and a short smile rushed in his lips.
"Yes, sober. Just a little headache."
A tense silence overcame them and they just looked in the eyes of the other ti figure out what they were thinking.
"Ähm...do you remember yesterday?" Erik asked and his blush became even more red.
"Yes. Most of it."
"Ok, do you still know that I...well..."
"That you kissed me?"
Erik nodded and faced his own feet.
"Yeah, I remember that. Have we done something else? I mean something more intimate."
"A kind of. I mean we didn't sleep with each other. I was just...well... hanky-panky."
"Ow than..." Charles was a little ashamed. "Why are you here?"
Erik faced him again and bit his bottom lip.
"I just wanted to make sure that we're still friends after-"
"Dou you really have a crush on me?" Charles interrupted him.
Erik became silent.
"Tell me. Was it just a statement of a drunk or was it the truth?"
Charles wanted to know. He needed to know.
"When I'll tell you know that I meant it as I said, no matter drunk or sober, will that change something between us?"
Erik was just confused and afraid. And he hated it to be afraid. But he did not want to loose Charles. Three days of knowing each other aside, but Charles became a friend and he never really had friends. Charles was special. He was loveable, taking, sweet, he was everything Erik liked about people. Clever, charming, considerate.
"Yes, that would change a lot."
Great. Erik hated himself for doing stupid things everytime he meets his good old mexican friend the Tequila.
"Then I'll rather say that I didn't meant it and it was just a statement of a drunk."
Sadly his eyes gleamed at Charles. The colour of his iris shined silver like metal instead of grey like a cloudy day.
Charles smiled happily and closed the distace between them.
He pulled his arms aroud Eriks neck and pressed his lips onto Eriks.
The metal coloured eyes widened in confusion and his body strained but it didn't took long that his eyelids began to flutter till they were closed.
Erik relaxed and leaned into the kiss with all tenderness he could give.
His armes wrapped around charles body and he pulled him closer.
He was warm and soft.
"I tried to deny but I guess I've a crush on you too," Charles whispered against his lips and kissed them again.
Erik thought it was funny. All the time he complained about his loneliness and his stupid life but suddenly something good happened to him and all he felt was just confusion.
"What do you mean?" He asked breathless from kissing all the time.
"I mean that I would like to be more than just a fried for you."
Incredulous he eyeballed the smaller boy in his embrace.
"I guess I can arrange that."
They were kissing until Raven came in and "awwwed" them.
"Raven go!"
"No, it's better than a movie. But don't mind me. Go on, I'll be quiet."
She answered and let herself fell on the couch.
"Raven we're not zoo animals. Don't watch us like that," Charles complained but never moved his eyes away from Eriks face.
"Oh but before I forget. Jean wanted to speak to you. And Moira. And Ororo. And again Jean. I guess she called nearly 6 or 7 times when you was still sleeping."
Charles watched her in surprise.
"Did she mentioned something special."
"No not exactly. Just something like 'Your brother is a fucking dumbass for breaking Ashleys heart'."
Charles stood on Jeans doorstep and felt the nervousness in his stomach as he rang the bell.
It didn't took long until the door was opened and he faced a very not amused Jean.
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Charles." He tried to joke away his uncertainty.
"Very funny Charles. very funny. I just can't understand it. Why the hell do you kiss her first to run away for kissing Erik. He's a guy. You can't tell, that you was so drunk and didn't noticed what you was doing."
"First. I was drunk. Second. Ok, I kissed her but it was just a kiss. I didn't marry her. And third." Charles did not know how to say.
"What Charles?"
"Well I guess I've... no I guess is wrong. I have a crush on Erik."
Jean watched him in disbelief.
"What do you mean? A crush on Erik?"
Charles put his hands in his pocket.
"Well, he's sweet, handsome, charming and I...I really..."
"Your gay?"
"No, maybe, I don't know if I'm gay. But I know that I've a damn crush on Erik and he wants me too as his... boyfriend."
"Wow... ok. That's surprising."
"Yes, believe me. It was surprising for me too."
"Oh Charles. Why did you never mentioned that?"
"It happened so fast."
