Chapter 2

So I decided to make this one a multi-chapter fic... I just couldn't resist, it's so much fun to write fluff!

Disclaimer: I own nothing, as always. Fluffy maleXmale pairing here, Charles and Erik, as always. Don't like, don't read, as always.

„Charles, tell me again why you drank so much?" Erik asked, turning his head to the side to take a look at his friend. The telepath almost stumbled over his own feet right then, and Erik had to wrap his arm around his waist to support him. He couldn't let him fall flat down on the sidewalk. Although he felt pretty dizzy by himself and hadn't drunk less scotch than Charles, the smaller man didn't tolerate the alcohol as good as Erik.

„Because," Charles began, stopping his steps and causing Erik to almost stumble by himself, „it was our night out. Without the youngsters and therefore we don't have to be role models for once, so therefore..." He waved his hand in a drinking-gesture to make his point clear.

„We shouldn't have drank so much," Erik replied.

„Oh, since when are you playing the voice of reason. Come on, Erik, it was fun, wasn't it? It is fun?"

Erik glanced at Charles who grinned drunkly at him and patted his back with his hand. „Yeah, sure. I'll say this as soon as I have you sleeping in your bed, and no second before that," the metalbender snorted teasingly, although he had to admit that they spent a wonderful evening at the bar.

Charles poked him in the side, which made him squirm with surprise before shooting a glare at his friend and pulling him along the sidewalk again.

The mutant they had tried to recruit today had been a grumpy man who looked like a lumberjack, with his dark full beard and a cigar in his mouth, maybe in his thirties. But he had sent them away as soon as they had entered the bar. Well, they couldn't force anyone to join their team. And despite the failure in their recruiting process that day, it was already late afternoon and too late to drive back to the nearest city. So they had spent the rest of the evening at a local bar after checking in at a local inn.

Where was that inn again? Erik, who had found himself lost in thought, focused back on reality, checking their surroundings – and decided it was still the right way. Arm in arm, they went down the empty street, which was only lit by a few street lamps.

Charles, leaning heavily against his body, had become awfully silent.

„Are you alright?" Erik asked him, concerned. Usually, Charles was much more bubbly when drunk. Not at all like this, at least.

„I feel... a bit sick," the professor admitted. Erik quickly dragged him to a nearby tree, where the other one sat down on his heels immediately, supporting himself against the tree trunk.

„Breath in and out deeply and slowly," Erik advised him, stroking Charles' back soothingly with his right hand, resting the other palm against the tree. Charles closed his eyes and did as he was told.

After a little while, he got to his feet again. „I think it's okay now. It's not far to the inn, is it?"

Erik shook his head. „A few meters, now come on. You can do this." With his hand around Charles' waist once again, they headed towards the small building. The receptionist wasn't sitting on his desk any more, and the lounge – if it could be called a lounge – was dark.

The metalbender sighed and tried to get Charles to the first floor as soon as possible. At least, he didn't protest when Erik pushed him upstairs and towards their room, unlocking the door with a short wave of his hand.

Charles stumbled into the room, found the bed and let himself fall on it face-down into the pillows. With his limbs spread wide, he lay there and seemed like being half-dead. Erik couldn't resist to laugh, it just had looked too funny.

„You really are wasted," he chuckled.

No response from Charles, just his chest raising and falling slowly.

„If you want to go to sleep, you should at least change to your pajamas. You're going to ruin your suit like this," Erik suggested, still grinning.

Finally, Charles turned around, still laying lazily on the bed. With his last amount of strengh, he let his hand fall onto his chest, trying to unbutton his shirt with one hand, although he still wore his cardigan.

Erik rolled his eyes, but watched amused.

„I can't, Erik. You undress me, please," he whined theatrically.

„You want me to undress you? Oh come on, you can't be that drunk."

„Well, obviously I am," Charles chuckled lightheadedly.

Erik rolled his eyes once more. Oh, Charles would be paying for this. Tomorrow.

The metalbender leaned down to strip the cardigan off of Charles' upper body. He continued with opening the button on the other man's chemise, letting him slip out of the sleeves and pulling it out from under Charles' body.

His belt was undone within seconds, and his pants down just as quickly. Erik couldn't resist to study Charles' half-naked body that was spread out before his eyes. Although he was a bookworm and never worked out much, the telepath's frame was slender and toned, muscles subtle but definitely there. His skin was pale, but he still had a very manly charisma... Erik shook his head, confused. Since when did he think like that of Charles?

Erik got to his feet to search Charles' bag for a pajama and found an old t-shirt and boxers of his. Charles was as good as asleep by now, and Erik was barely able to get the t-shirt over his head and tuck him into the sheets.

But well, he would be paying for this, he thought impishly.

After changing clothes himself quickly, Erik slipped under the sheets on his side of the double-bed – the small inn only had double-rooms with double-beds – and took one last glance at Charles. He seemed to be asleep save and sound, his features relaxed, wavy brown hair messed up, lips slightly parted and breathing low and steadily. Adorable, Erik thought spontaneously, surprised by his own mind one second later. But he couldn't resist to stroke Charles' cheek with his thumb.

„Good night, Charles," he whispered, unable to suppress a soft smile. Well, maybe the moment was just so sweet, he didn't even try to. But just maybe.

Suddenly, Charles' eyes flattered open, and deep, blue orbs locked with his. An fainting sparkle was to be seen there, but just for a brief moment – then, Charles shifted over to Erik's side of the bed, snuggling into his chest.

„G'night, Erik," he mumbled against the metalbender's chest, tickling the sensitive skin there.

Erik gave up. Drunk Charles was way too affectionate, he decided. But who cared - he surely didn't. So he placed his upper arm around the professor's shoulders and held him close to his body. With his nose buried in the other one's hair, Erik couldn't miss to notice the wonderful fragrance of those fluffy brown hair strands. That was how Charles always smelled, and he had got used to it, liked that fragrance that comforted it whenever it reached his nose...

That way, they fell asleep peacefully. And still, Erik was determined to let Charles pay for this. He already had a plan.

The sound of birdsong and the warm light of the sun shining through the window made Charles blink. His mind cleared only slowly. He tried to switch to a sitting position, but felt a sharp piercing pain in his head as soon as he looked into the light. Oh god no, he thought, hangover. What have I done. What has happened last night...

The telepath sighed deeply and looked to the side to find Erik laying there, facing him although he was still sleeping peacefully. Charles watched him for a while, enjoying the rare moment of finding Erik at rest and without the usual frown on his face. Without the rage burning in his eyes. He smiled unintentionally.

But he had to wake Erik to find out about last night. Last thing he knew was him and Erik entering a small bar and ordering scotch – and he didn't know how many more it had been.

As if he had read his thoughts, Erik's eyes opened slowly, blinking into the sunlight just as Charles' had a little while ago. „Good morning, darling," he yawned.

„Good morning," Charles answered, confused. „Darling?"

„Oh, don't you remember?"

„Remember what?"

„Well, last night. Us. What happened after we both went to bed very drunk, you know," Erik answered, winking.

Charles' heart skipped a beat. „What did I do?"

„Do I really need to tell you? You kissed me and wanted me to have s-" Erik was quickly interrupted by a hard slap against his shoulder.

„You still haven't learned that it's useless to try to lie to a telepath," Charles answered grumpily. „And don't you ever dare to imply things like... that."

„Oh why, I just wanted to have fun. You deserved it, after last night," Erik teased. „But, honestly, all you did was almost throw up under a tree at the side of the street, stumble over your own feet for a hundred times and in the end fall asleep in my arms."

Charles looked into his friend's grinning face and couldn't believe it. „You aren't kidding," he stated, surprised as he saw the truth behind Erik's words in his mind.

„No, of course I'm not."

„Oh, shut up. But still," Charles felt heat rush to his cheeks, „sorry about the latter."

„I didn't mind, to be honest," Erik answered, looking to the side. The tips of his ears had become perfidiously red.

Drunk!Charles is pretty awesome to write :D Loved this little idea, I just had to write it. I already have another idea for the next chapter.

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