A/N: Hey everyone! I know I said two more chapters today but due to personal stuff I'm only posting one today (so sorry!) Next chapter will be up in 3 days but it will be SUPER DUPER LONG! I'm sorry again but I'm going across country (driving) and I had to spend my morning at the DMV so I was pretty busy.
The rest of the week went smoothly for both of them. They sat together at lunch, kissed openly in public and no one bothered them. Finally the bell for the end of the day on Friday rang and Charles gave Erik a ride home. They went into Erik's apartment where Edie was cleaning again.
"Oh, Charles! Mein liebling! How are you?" Edie gave him a hug and scuffed up his hair. Erik rolled his eyes and set his backpack on the couch.
"I'm doing great, Edie. You look even more beautiful than when I last saw you!" Charles said, smiling so brightly that it nearly blinded Erik. Edie blushed and kissed the top of Charles' head. Kissing my head must be a Lensherr thing. Charles thought to himself.
"Charles, you are too sweet. If you could, teach Erik a few things on being sweet. He's too mean and scary all the time." Edie said, poking Erik's stomach.
"Mutti, stop it…" Erik groaned as she continued to poke his stomach. Charles gave a muffled laugh and Erik gave him a frustrated look.
"Don't mind me boys; I am going to the grocery store for a bit. Charles, help yourself to any food we have. Erik, play nice." Edie winked at Erik and closed the door behind her. Charles was glancing around at family photos when Erik hugged him from behind.
"You know, we are home alone now, Charles." Erik whispered in Charles ear, breathing on his neck. Charles gulped and turned himself in Erik's arms.
"I realized that. I also realize that your mother would probably have a heart attack if she walked in on us having sex on your coffee table." Charles said, rolling his eyes.
"Can we at least make out, please? You're killing me." Erik licked his lips and stared down at Charles. Shrugging, Charles met his lips with Erik's. Charles, feeling confident, pushed Erik against the wall. Shocked by Charles' roughness, Erik placed a hand on his hip and ran his hand through Charles' floppy hair with his other hand. Charles wrapped his arms around Erik's neck. It wasn't long until Charles had jammed his tongue in Erik's mouth. The two stumbled around, knocking over a lamp before settling for the couch.
Charles was lying on top of Erik, kissing him when they heard the door open.
"Sorry, I just forgot my-"Edie came through the door and stopped mid-sentence. Charles and Erik looked up and their eyes went wide. Charles sat off of Erik and rubbed the back of his head.
"purse." Edie stared at them with a shocked looked and took her purse. Not saying another word, she closed the door behind her. Erik and Charles gave each other awkward glances.
"I'm not quite sure who that was more awkward for: me or you." Charles said with his face in his hands. Erik tucked a strand of Charles' dark brown hair behind his ear.
"It is my mother."
Charles looked at him. "She saw me all over you. She probably thinks I'm a man whore….Oh gosh this is so embarrassing."
Erik scooted over closer to him on the couch and put an arm around his shoulders. "Hey, you tried to warn me. Imagine if we were doing what I originally wanted to do. I think she wouldn't have talked to me for a year." Erik laughed, pulling Charles in closer.
Charles smiled, his head resting on Erik's chest. Erik brushed his hand through Charles' hair, taking in every detail and freckle on Charles' face. He didn't need kissing or sex; this was just perfect for him. Charles closed his eyes, listening to the beats of Erik's heart.
The two sat laying there for the rest of the evening, talking about school and movies they wanted to see. Edie came back an hour later, not mentioning anything that had happened earlier. She went into Erik's room and put something on his bed and then came back to put the rest of the groceries away. Erik eyed his mother, wondering what she had put in his room. Edie finished putting away the food and went down the hall to knit with her friend. Erik got up and ran into his room.
On the bed he found a black box with blue writing. Charles came in behind him.
"What is it?" Charles asked, trying to peek over Erik's shoulder. Erik turned around and put the box behind him.
"Nothing." Erik smiled uneasily. Charles raised an eyebrow.
"Erik, show me the box." His voice was firm and he crossed his arms over his chest in a way that reminded Erik of Raven. Erik finally gave in and showed him the box. Charles' eyes widened.
"Your mother bought you condoms?" Charles exclaimed, shoving the box into Erik's hand. Erik went bright red.
"I think she thought that we were…well you know." Erik rubbed the back of his neck. Charles was red now too.
"Well we're not."
"Not yet." Erik gave a shark-like grin. Charles rolled his eyes.
"No yet." Charles turned and walked back into the kitchen. He took a seat at the kitchen table and Erik followed suit. Charles looked at his watch. It was 9:30.
"I hate to leave but it's getting pretty late. I better get going." Charles announced, standing up. Erik stood up and led him to his car. Outside Erik opened his door for him and gave him a hug. Charles reached up and kissed Erik and Erik used his weight to push Charles against his car. Erik pulled away when he heard a cat call from someone in their apartment. Blushing, he said goodbye to Charles and watched him pull out of the parking lot.
The following Monday was their art presentation day for Charles and Erik. Charles volunteered to go first much to Erik's dismay and Mr. Howlett agreed. Charles set up the presentation which they did first. Charles got all the lines with hard and complex art terms and words that Erik still didn't know how to pronounce. Erik explained how Michelangelo made some of his famous pieces and Charles explained the story behind it. The presentation was perfect, short and to the point but with enough detail to make someone understand it.
Erik presented the portrait to the class. He could hear someone in the back making a joke saying "Why didn't the fags draw him naked?" but Erik chose to ignore that. Mr. Howlett was impressed but kept his face stone hard. Charles concluded with a few points and everyone clapped unenthusiastically. But then again, it's a high school art class so Charles wasn't expecting much more. He handed Mr. Howlett their written paper and he took it with a nod.
"Lensherr." Mr. Howlett called Erik over.
"Yeah?" Erik asked, eyeing him. Charles went back to his seat. Mr. Howlett took a blow of his cigar and puffed a ring into the air.
"Was that project so bad?"
Erik laughed. "No sir. I'm glad it worked out. You got me a boyfriend and best friend out of it all." Erik smiled, nudging his head at Charles who was reading a book quietly.
"Good. Group projects aren't for everyone so I'm glad you didn't kill him. Plus he helped save your grade." Mr. Howlett said, taking another drag of his cigar. Erik nodded and smiled before heading back to his seat.
"What'd he have to say?" Charles asked, looking up from his book when Erik returned.
"Oh nothing much. He said we did a good job." Erik sat down next to Charles. He peeked into Charles' book and after not being able to read the first sentence and understand it, Erik gave up and just stared around the classroom.
Charles smiled and reached down to hold Erik's hand under the table. Erik's hand was hard and calloused from hard work while Charles' were soft and small with the occasional paper cut from reading so much. Erik wasn't sure if it was just him or not but Charles' fingers seemed to fit perfectly with his; as if they were meant to be together like this.
After a few presentations, the bell rang for the end of the day and Charles and Erik decided to go to a café to celebrate their good presentation. Charles picked the café they went to after Erik's detention. He said the restaurant brought back happy memories and was kind of their first unofficial date.
The restaurant was fairly empty as it was 5 o'clock on a Monday afternoon. A polite host showed them to their booth and gave them their menus. Erik and Charles were talking about possible meal options when a snooty voice interrupted them.
"Haven't I seen you two before?" Erik looked up to see the sneering waiter from the last time they came here. "Oh right, I remember you two. What brings you out here again?"
Erik gave him his best death glare. "We are on a date, thank you very much."
The waiter sneered more. "Oh, you guys are gay. Well for you we have the faggot French fry platter. And you," The waiter turned to Charles. "You would be much better off without this thug. Aren't you sick of buying everything for him?"
Erik had lost his temper now. Charles could see him jaw flexing and his fists clenched. The waiter seemed to notice this and turned to Erik smugly.
"Sorry, do you prefer Queer?" And after that, Erik lost it.
Erik's fist met the waiter's face with a crack. The guy's nose was broken and bloody after just one blow. Erik wasn't done here; he was now on top of the waiter and punching him like crazy. Charles was startled and quickly jumped up to knock Erik off of the guy.
"He deserves this Charles! You don't believe me? Tell me I'm wrong!" Erik was trying to kick the guy now.
"I'd rather not have to pick you up from juvy, Erik!" Charles managed to grab both of his arms and drag Erik backwards and away from the guy. The waiter was bleeding all over the place and has two swollen eyes that Charles knew would be black eyes by tomorrow. Dragging Erik outside, Charles huffed and rubbed his forehead.
"You know I actually enjoyed that restaurant. Now we can never go back. They probably have out pictures on a 'Do Not Serve' list. Erik, I appreciate you defending me and all but unnecessary violence isn't always the options. There can be peace." Charles was inside the car now. Erik buckled his seatbelt.
"In this case, Peace was never an option. This guy deserved that. "Erik cracked his knuckles and his neck. Charles rolled his eyes.
"You aren't helping that thug reputation. You're lucky I love you enough to look past the fact you enjoy betting up waiters senselessly." Charles smiled at him, giving Erik a peck on his cheek.
"You're lucky I look past your obsession with sweater vests. I just love you that much." Erik teased, poking Charles' stomach. IN defense, he covered his argyle sweater vest with his arm. Blushing, Charles shouted back. "Hey you were turtlenecks all the time! And I happen to like my vests! Besides, Raven and I are going shopping soon. You can come if you want."
Erik gave him a shark grin. "So I can dress you up like a Barbie doll? The limited addition Charles Xavier model, everyone!" Erik announced to a fake crowd. Charles pushed his arm playfully.
"I think the workers would frown upon you coming into the changing stall with me." Charles said, focusing on the road. Erik smiled and ran a hand through his hair.
"Where in the world did you get the idea that I wanted to do that?"
Charles gave him an 'Oh really?' look. "Says the guy whose mother bought him condoms."
Erik and Charles laughed together.
"Hey, can't hurt to be protected." Erik winked at Charles.
"Maybe later. Like graduation." Charles said, smiling at Erik. Erik looked back at him with wide eyes.
"That's in forever! You can't make me wait that long!" Erik pleaded with Charles.
"Nope, I'm sticking with graduation day." Charles gave Erik a 'I'm sorry' smile and Erik replied with a 'hmph!'.
A/N: sorry I'm not uploading two chapters today (and making this one so SHORT!) I felt so bad when I realized I couldn't ): I hate to disappoint my wonderful readers. Next chapter will be very long and is kinda like a high school reunion about 15 years later so I promise to make it interesting and full of surprises. Thank you everyone who has been reading this! I promise the next chapter will be up in 3 days!