Hello ladies, gentlemen and assorted people! This is basically a couple of loosely collected drabbles based around, you guessed it, puns. Yes, Charles and Erik are a couple (it's so canon it hurts), yes they're building up the school together, yes I shouldn't have been allowed to write this…
This is dedicated to the moron who inspired this, and will probably (hopefully) never see it.
Erik was reading on one of the bar stools in the kitchen when two arms slipped around his waste. Charles. "Liebling, I'm busy, and aren't you supposed to be teaching?"
"Perhaps," Charles stated smoothly, "but sometimes your force of attraction is too hard to resist."
A smile twitched at Erik's lips as he turned around to look at his boyfriend and repay the compliment, but the smile faded slightly at the mischievous look in those bright blue eyes. Erik had learnt to be very, very wary of that look.
The taller man quickly went over what had just been said. "Charles...did you just make a pun?"
Charles grinned, white teeth flashing, before he forcibly put on a fake serious expression.
"You know I hate puns schatz." Erik gave Charles a look and went back to his book.
Behind him Charles pouted, but decided not to let his fun be ruined by his super grumpy boyfriend. He crept around the counter and came to a rest leaning on Erik's side, cuddling into his chest and making reading all but impossible.
"C'mon Erik, don't repel my advances so quickly."
Erik groaned, and not in a fun way. "Mein gott you're annoying when you want to be. Puns aren't funny Charles."
"Well I think puns are funny so..." Charles sniggered, "aren't you glad that opposites attract?" The mildly disgusted look on Erik's face was all that was needed to set Charles off laughing so hard tears streamed down his face and he sank onto the floor using the counter to support himself.
Erik watched him slide to the floor, closed his book, and sighed. It said something about his life that he was used to random stuff like this happening to him. Erik was resigned to only getting worried if /he/ started doing stuff like this. Finding Raven hanging upside down from the chandelier drinking champagne. Darwin appearing back from the dead in a cloud of mist. Sean putting superglue on the toilet seats. And now Charles crying with laughter over puns. When did he get used to this again?
With one last longing look at his book, Erik went to find whichever class Charles had been teaching. They'd surely be causing anarchy by now, and it didn't look like his boyfriend would be pulling himself together any time soon.
Erik stalked out of the room, leaving a still-hysterical Charles slumped on the floor behind him.
"Oh god," Charles gasped out, "I think I'm dying. I'm too punny for my own good!"
And that just set him off laughing all over again.