Charles
The next day Charles found himself walking to Erik's workplace a little bit before lunchtime. He needed his phone to guide him to the address, Erik had given him. That's why Charles came to the place five minutes too late, but still in time to watch Erik working.
He made his way through the factory, hoping nobody would mind him walking there without any security. Then he found the small bench, Erik had described to him, and sat down on it.
It didn't take him long to spot Erik and the moment he laid eyes on the other man, water started to gather in his mouth. Erik was dressed in the grey overall as usual, but Charles had never seen him with dirty hands from work and sweat on his forehead. He was wearing security glasses and a helmet, but that didn't prevent him from looking hella sexy.
Charles watched Erik who didn't seem to notice him yet and he enjoyed the view of his muscles, once he rolled up the sleeves from the overall.
Soon, Erik seemed to spot him and a bright smiled formed on his face as he walked towards Charles. He was already uncomfortably hard in his pants just by watching Erik work and seeing his muscles on expose.
"Hey, there you are. How long have you been sitting there?", Erik asked, once he was in ear catch.
"Can you take your break now?", Charles asked, not even acknowledging Erik's question. He was aroused and he needed to touch those dirty arms now, feel the tight muscles.
"Um, yeah, I could", Erik answered and that was all Charles needed to hear.
He jumped up from the bench and grabbed Erik's wrist, dragging him towards a big gate that had a small door in it. He opened the door and found himself outside the factory, pressing Erik into the wall and slamming his lips on the other's.
"God, you look so hot when you work", Charles moaned and pressed his hard cock against the other man's hips.
Erik
'Hmmhm', Erik moaned into the kiss, feeling Charles' hard dick pressing on his body. 'You should come by more often, then', he said sucking on the other man's bottom lip and releasing it with a bite.
'C'mere', Erik said tugging at Charles' cardigan and starting to lead the way towards the same bathroom he had jerked off at the other day.
Charles was glued to Erik all the way there, his warm, wet lips trailing open mouthed kisses on his neck, mixing saliva with sweat and putting Erik on edge.
He thanked the heavens for not bumping into anyone as he felt Charles' hands unzipping his overall all the way to the navel and his hands slipping inside of it. Erik didn't think they would have been able to stop even if someone saw them.
'Christ, Charles you're so sexy', Erik moaned pulling at the long hair and earning a whimper.
They finally reached the bathroom and Erik fumbled to lock the door at the same time he tried to take Charles' cardigan off.
The other man's hand started wandering downwards and Erik finally managed to lock the door when Charles' grip on him got tighter and he half-whispered, half-cried 'Fuck, Erik', in a dreamy tone.
"What?", Erik asked putting both his hands on the wall next to Charles' head "You're really not wearing anything underneath", he said and Erik could see how dark his eyes were, how full of lust and desire the other man was feeling.
"I knew you were coming", Erik grinned sinfully and made a small thrust with his hips, his and Charles' erections brushing against each other through the fabric.
"Yes, please", Charles moaned as they just moved their hips and kissed frantically.
"Did you bring-" - "In my pocket", the shorter one answered and focused on retrieving the bottle of lube while Erik undid Charles' pants and pushed them down along with the black boxers. He fought off his overall that pooled on the ground around his feet and kicked them away.
In an instinct, Erik bent down, his hands trailing Charles' thighs and lower until the other man catched up and wrapped his arms around Erik's neck, giving a small jump and snaking his legs around Erik's narrow waist.
"I'm going to fuck you against the wall", he murmured in a raspy voice and Charles moaned loudly "Now, Erik",attacking Erk's mouth with fervor.
He opened the bottle and poured the cool liquid on his fingers, reaching out to circle Charles' entrance and slip two fingers at once. Erik groaned when he felt that Charles was still loose from their activities on the day before, his arousal increasing painfully.
"Fuck, you're still open for me", he said with a hoarse tone "Just waiting to feel me inside of you again" - "Yes, yes, now Erik".
Erik didn't need to hear the request twice, seeing that Charles was already prepared. He took his fingers off and went to smear his cock with the lube, but Charles just grinned at him and lifted his own hand towards his mouth, licking each finger and then his palm, before wetting Erik's erection with it.
"I'm going to come before I can fuck you", Erik said panting, his head resting on Charles' shoulder as the other man worked to slick him up "We can't have that, can we? C'mon Erik, fuck me. Fuck me so hard everyone will hear my screams on the next building", he moaned and Erik lifted him higher, positioning his cock and sinking home with one deep thrust.
Charles
Charles moaned loudly when Erik slid deep inside of him, stretching and filling him to the fullest.
"Goddamnit, Erik, fuck me," he gritted through his teeth with an insistent push back of his hips. Apparently his tone was challenge enough for Erik because his hips reared back and snapped forward quick and merciless, pounding into him harshly.
Each thrust knocked the wind out of him and left him moaning and whimpering like he was getting paid for it. "Yes! Fuck! Erik, so goo-hmm, so good," Charles cried out brokenly, each syllable pushed out by a thrust of Erik's cock.
"Yeah, Charles- shit- fuckin' scream my name, Charles," Erik babbled breathlessly as he snapped his hips forward, pressing Charles against the wall.
"Erik! Yes, so good! Mmhh, fuck- Erik!" Charles screamed, holding onto Erik's shoulders almost too forcefully. Erik's grip on his thighs tightened, and he pushed Charles' back against the wall brutally, his pace slowing down, but his cock slamming into Charles' hole deep and unforgiving.
Charles moaned breathlessly, crying out every other second. Erik leaned in to capture Charles' lips, but he could barely respond, and shifted the direction of his hips, hitting Charles' prostate and he shouted. "Erik! Fuck! Oh God yes! Right there!"
"Sound so good, Charles, just like that," Erik murmured against his ear and making Charles moan his name and shudder almost violently. "So close, Charles."
Erik pressed more firmly against him, hands reaching down to grab Charles' cock and getting his own impossibly deep, murmuring dirty words into Charles' ear that almost made him come just by hearing them with the thick German accent.
A few more strokes and harsh thrusts from Erik, and Charles was coming- and it was intense.
"Holy fuck!" He choked out on a sob. He started panting and heaving as he came over Erik's hand.
"Jesus, so fuckin tight, Charles!" Erik's hips stuttered and stilled inside of him with long, wordless groans until his body stopped shaking. They came down together, breathing heavily and silently.
Erik's hands starting to shake violently and Charles signalised him to let him down. They both stood on shaky legs afterwards, trying to catch their breaths.
"That was awesome", Charles said after a minute and grinned up at Erik.
Erik
Erik put his shaky hands around Charles' shoulder and let out a deep, calming breath.
"I think people heard us from another country", he chuckled and kissed Charles' shoulder gently "That was perfect", he said.
Charles' arms went around Erik's waist and they held each other just for a little while, the sweat and dampness of their skins getting too much to bare inside that closed bathroom. They pulled away from each other and started dressing up again.
"I think you got my cardigan dirty with oil", Charles said inspecting his clothes, and not only his cardigan, but also his shirt were looking dirty now. "Shit, I'm sorry", Erik said closing up his overall.
"It was worth it", Charles answered with a cheeky smile and a wink, making Erik pull him for a quick peck on the lips before they left the bathroom behind.
"I brought us leftovers from yesterday", Erik said walking calmly next to the other man "But if you don't want to eat the same, there's a cafeteria here" - "The leftovers are just fine", Charles answered when they had just reached the bench again.
"Okay, just wait here then, I'll pick it up on the fridge" - "Alright" - "Be right back, darling", Erik said and turned around to leave. Then he froze on the spot. Had he just called Charles 'darling'?
He turned again, his eyes wide and Charles staring at him with an expression Erik couldn't quite read.
"I mean… I uh, fuck. Shit, sorry. Fuck, I'll be right back", he stuttered and fled inside the building to pick their lunch.
It could be worse, couldn't it? He could have called the other man 'love' or something. Had Charles minded? It's not like Erik actually gave him the time to say anything but still. He probably did mind. Erik really didn't know what was the proper code with one's lover, but it wasn't his fault that Charles actually was an adorable darling.
After he had picked the hamburgers and heated them on the microwave, he went back to the bench and found Charles still on the same position, waiting for his return. The best tactic was to pretend it never happened.
"Here it is", he said giving Charles his portion and sitting down next to him, already focusing on his own food.
Charles
Charles kept thinking about Erik calling him darling. It made his chest warm up and feel all fuzzy. He liked Erik calling him that, but the other's reaction to his slip was almost fearful - as if he would regret saying that.
They ate the burgers while Erik told Charles explicitly what his tasks at work were, pointing at several machines. Some of his coworkers - Logan and Scott as Charles learned - said hello as they walked to have their own lunch break outside. Erik told him that they have this ongoing fight about a girl and actually couldn't stand each other, but had to work in the same unit. Sometimes it would be very funny when the two were arguing about something and one brought up Jean - the red-haired girl they liked.
Other than that, Erik's coworkers all got along with each other, but Erik himself liked to keep his distance from everyone.
"Why?", Charles asked curiously as Erik told him that. Erik just shrugged and swallowed down a piece of the burger.
"I can work better when I'm alone", Erik explained himself and Charles nodded. They finished the burgers and threw the rest into a bin nearby.
Charles clapped into his hands once, knowing that he had to leave again now. His heart started longing for Erik again.
"I better get going. Still have my own work to do", he said almost casually to pretend it wouldn't hurt them.
Erik's lips pressed into a thin line and he nodded once. Charles didn't want to risk any of Erik's coworkers to see them kissing, not knowing how well they knew Magda and Nina. Instead, he just stroked Erik's cheek once and gave him a loving glance.
Erik made a move to capture Charles' hand in his, guiding it to his lips and kissing the knuckles gently. Charles blushed and leaned in to hug Erik tightly.
"See you soon, darling", Charles whispered when he pulled away and didn't wait for Erik's reaction, before he grabbed his bag and walked out of the factory.
Erik
The rest of the week rushed out in front of Erik. He and Charles called each other when they had a spare time, and met twice on the flower shop.
It was saturday now, and Erik was walking to Charles' house. The other man had said Moira would be out with the kids for a little while, and they could use that time for themselves. Erik had told Magda where he would be and she seemed okay with it.
He knocked on the doorbell, and was quickly received by Charles. They smiled widely and silly at each other, and Erik rushed in so he could kiss him without the neighbors seeing.
As soon as the door was closed, Charles was already on him, holding Erik so very close while their mouths were crushed together.
"Hello, darling", Erik breathed out when they parted and saw Charles melting at the nickname. He had adopted it after his slip and each time the other man looked happy listening to it.
"Hi, petal", he answered and Erik giggled. Charles always made him feel like a kid in high school, even though Erik had never, ever giggled in his entire life. Until now. He fucking loved being called 'petal' and he didn't give a crap what it made to his reputation.
Charles' hands were under Erik's turtleneck in a second after that, and the other man whispered on the crook of his neck "Can't wait to be with you", making Erik shiver uncontrollably as they stumbled towards the couch. This time though, Charles didn't let Erik lay him down on the furniture, instead, he made Erik bent over the back of the couch, and fucked him reverentially, almost like Charles was worshipping him with his cock buried deep inside Erik's ass.
"Fuck, it is always so intense", Erik said when they were putting their clothes back on and Charles laughed, kissing him on the lips "It really is".
They didn't have much time before Moira would come back, so they settled to play a match of chess, closed on Charles' office.
"We should play strip-chess sometime", Erik said casually, studying the board and making his move.
Charles
A laughter filled the air, as Charles threw his head back at the thought of them playing strip-chess. He was a 35 year old married father and yet, he loved playing those silly games with Erik.
"I haven't played any strip games since college. I like the idea", Charles grinned as he took control over his outburst and got rid of some tears in the corners of his eyes.
"Me neither", Erik answered with a mischievous smirk. Charles stared at Erik as he licked his lips and it already turned him on again.
But the arousal and sexual desire he usually felt when he was around Erik, was intensified by the fast beating of his heart. Charles examined Erik carefully, his eyes watching every detail. He had long memorized all the small wrinkles in Erik's face - especially the ones in the corner of his eyes that came from laughter and smiling. The little scar at his lip was interrupting the even pattern of his ginger stubble. His thin lips that captured white teeth and a wet tongue inside his mouth. Charles especially love all the little habits Erik had that the other man wasn't even aware of. When he scratched his beard absently, while thinking about his next move; when his tongue darted out to lick the corner of his mouth, even though nothing was there; when his cold, assessing stare turned gentle and loving whenever he looked at Charles. All those things made Charles happy whenever he saw Erik doing them.
Erik made his move and looked up again - eyes turning warm and tender as always.
"It's your turn", Erik said and Charles answered "I love you." The world seemed to stop and for a long moment Charles was sure, he had just ruined their whole relationship.
Erik
Erik stared at Charles for the longest of time, watching the other man fidget uncomfortably at his stuffed chair. His eyes were avoiding Erik's but he wasn't taking back what he said, he wasn't apologizing.
Erik felt his heart bursting out of his chest, the butterflies on his stomach - that he believed were long dead - were spreading their wings and flying around, making him feel both nauseous and excited.
Charles loved him. Erik thought he was the only one feeling that way, that there was no possible alternative reality where Charles would love him back, but there was.
Charles seemed to finally snap out of his shock and was now looking at him, his mouth opening to say something, but Erik didn't give him the chance. He got up from his chair and walked around the table, to straddle Charles' lap, sitting on him with both his knees tucked between the other man's thighs and the arms of the chair.
He kissed Charles' lips once very softly and whispered against them "I love you, Charles Xavier", feeling him relax considerably underneath him and tilting his head to kiss Erik deeply, their tongues tangling around each other and tasting every flavor inside their mouths.
Erik started unbuckling Charles' belt again, not caring about the time, just needing to be close to him at that moment.
"I love your laugh, your posh accent, your perky ass", he complimented kissing every inch of skin he could reach, with a passion he never had to tame around Charles. The other man laughed lively.
"You see good in me, and I can barely believe my luck to be able to touch you like this, see you like this", he kept talking as he freed his own cock from inside his boxers, and held it with a firm grip, getting as close as possible from Charles to hold his dick at the same time.
"Say it again", he asked against the skin right in front of Charles' ear and the other man practically moaned "I love you" back, making Erik melt against him.
They finished five minutes before Moira came back home and had just enough time to make themselves look presentable and the study not smell so much like sex. It smelled like cigars now, and Erik wasn't a smoker, but he guessed he could pretend for the sake of their relationship.
He stole one quick kiss from Charles and asked "Should I leave now? Or do you actually want to finish the game?".
Charles
"Come back tomorrow okay? Moira will be out for an hour", Charles said, not being able to wait any longer to see Erik again. Erik however pulled a face at the short time ahead.
"An hour is practically nothing, Charles", he whined and Charles nodded sadly.
"I know, but it's better than nothing", he said to which Erik agreed.
They walked to the door together and Charles couldn't help but push Erik out of the door and almost close it behind them. Then he stood on his tiptoes, kissing Erik gently but quick. Erik seemed surprised, because they had never kissed with such a potential of being caught. Charles didn't care though, too many feelings bubbling up inside of him.
"Tomorrow then?" , he asked as he turned away and Erik nodded with a sharky smile on his lips. "Tomorrow."
"I love you." - "I love you too."
Later that night, Charles texted with Erik and every stupid joke the other man pulled made him giggle. Moira just came back from putting Hannah to bed as she raised an eyebrow at him.
"Who are you texting with?", she asked and Charles glanced up from his phone.
"Erik", he answered truthfully and Moira sighed, not even commenting on that anymore.
"When are you leaving tomorrow?", he asked, as his wife settled into bed next to him.
"At six. But I can't take Hannah with me", she answered, sounding a bit distant. Charles' eyes widened in slight panic.
"Why?" - "Because she's too young to be taken to the spa, Charles", Moira rolled her eyes and Charles gulped uncomfortably. He didn't want to cancel plans with Erik.
"David will be at a friend's right?", he asked to which Moira nodded. She turned away, ready to fall asleep.
Charles had noticed that she was less trying to sleep with him than usual. Had he rejected her too often?
He also thought about his and Erik's plans for tomorrow, but decided to put Hannah to sleep before the other man would even arrive there. His daughter was a heavy sleeper and wouldn't even hear them.
Erik
'How was it at Charles?', Magda asked as soon as Erik stepped inside the house.
Nina was playing in her room, already in her pajamas and didn't bother to stop her tea party at the moment.
'It was good', he answered not elaborating too much, and walking past Magda into the kitchen to get a glass of water.
'Erik is everything okay? At work or…?', she trailed off, her hand coming up to her hair and brushing her bangs in a nervous habit.
'You don't care about my work', he answered dryly and she rolled her eyes 'You are so immature', she snapped and got out of the kitchen without the conversation going any further.
Later, after he had played with Nina and put her down to sleep, he apologised to Magda and told her work was stressful, but she didn't have anything to worry about.
'I thought seeing Charles would cheer you up', she commented, but now Erik was busy talking to the other man through text and he barely gave his wife attention before bidding her goodnight, followed by a kiss on her temple.