"Oh my god! I have to tell you something about work!", Raven exclaimed across the dinner table two weeks after they were back from their trip. They were at Charles' home and politely avoiding the fact he hadn't made a move to go back to work or actually starting to live like a normal human being yet.
"Yeah?", he asked not so interested since Raven had taken it upon her to tell him all the gossip about the company as if he cared. She was his dear sister, and he appreciated her visits so he listened and made the right comments at the right times, not wanting to be an ass with the only person that had hanged around him after his accident, not ever giving up or being pushed away by his erratic behaviour.
"We have this big ass boss there, he is almost as big as Emma, I swear and he is like… the worst! I have never even been to his floor I don't even know his whole freaking name! He's like a myth and everyone that sees him is too scared off to even say anything! He's last name is Lehnsherr and I think the first one starts with E! I'm betting on Evan or Eli but anyways… He made this intern cry the whole day today! It was awful, he was sobbing for so long and couldn't even tell what happened!", she finished her tale.
"Well, he sounds like a big ass", Charles answered. "These people let power get into their heads and think they are better than anyone!", he continued because that was a subject that really annoyed him. But there was something about what Raven had said… This man had made an intern cry today and that reminded him of… of Erik.
He hadn't thought of the other man ever since he came back from his trip and now he finally thought he was able of doing so without feeling embarrassed and bursting out in tears of shame. Erik had told him something about making his employees cry as well and Charles just couldn't see him as an ass who had let power get too much inside of his head. It just wasn't possible.
Carefully putting that trail of thought away, he focused on his sister and dinner, but in bed at night, they came back like a bullet train and he couldn't stop them anymore. His incredible memory allowed him to remember everything that had happened between them, even the words exchanged and it made his whole body ache. His heart hurt inside his chest and it was suddenly hard to breathe.
Erik had taken him on dates. He had been the one who convinced Charles of going into the pool and then had kissed him there in the prohibited water. He had carried Charles without making him feel like he needed to be carried but rather like something intimate and enjoyable and he had worried about Charles when he had been cold.
Erik had been attracted to him and willing to be Charles' first after his accident. He had been kind and had such patience, not giving up on getting him hard. His desire for Charles hadn't diminished when he saw he wouldn't get hard and even after, when Charles was crying, Erik had touched him gently, kissed his tears away and brushed his damp hair out of his face, had hugged him only to be completely ignored and pushed away.
Charles had been so swallowed by his pain and shame that he hadn't noticed any of it, had barely acknowledged the invitation to stay over and just sleep! Erik had offered that because he liked Charles' company and Charles had just… left him there.
Fuck. He had definitely ruined everything but not because he didn't get hard. Because he had been stupid enough to not see what was right in front of him.
"I don't like you because of sex. I want your company, so let's just stay in together, hm? We can watch a movie and order room service, how does that sound?". Oh God, why? Erik had said he liked him and all Charles did was leave. He could have gotten a phone number!
They could have said goodbye, kissed, hugged. Could text each other with funny things that happened through their days, could skype and see each other on camera… Maybe it would develop into something more and they could travel to meet each other, it's not like he didn't have the money. Hell, he could even move to Germany if he wanted to. But now that was all gone.
He felt tears prickling on his eyes and an angry sound tearing its way through his throat. Maybe if he found a way to communicate with Erik he could apologise. That was all he wanted to do, show he was sorry. He knew there was no use in hoping for more now and he felt like he had wasted his one big chance, but if Erik forgave him for leaving like that, then… He would find a way to live with himself.
Charles tried all he could think of. He called the resort that they stayed at and asked for informations about the man staying at room 305 but they said they couldn't reveal anything about their guests.
It frustrated him to no end and he even got as far as googling Erik + Germany. Needless to say, he didn't get really far with that. He did use his persistence with the resort, though, calling there every other day and trying to extract any piece of information he could.
The woman on the other side of the line, - her name was Bruna, he had learned - had listened to him babble and ramble about Erik, had heard the story a thousand times and hadn't said anything yet.
She did crack at the end of a month of insistence, sighing when she recognized Charles' voice at the line. "Ok, fine, Mr Xavier. You win. I'm going to pull the records and give you a last name if you promise to stop calling, alright?", she offered exasperated and Charles beamed a the other side, practically bouncing on his chair.
"His name is Erik Eisenhardt. E-I-S-E-N-H-A-R-D-T", She finally said and Charles wrote it carefully down, spelling it back to her to make sure he hadn't made any mistakes.
"Thank you so much, my friend", he said as honestly as he could and he could tell she was smiling when she answered "Good luck, Mr. Xavier".
He went to his computer and quickly typed the name there.
It had been two months since he came back from the resort and Erik was fully back at being the strict, tense man he had always been.
Charles was a constant weight on his mind. Somehow he couldn't get the man out of his head, couldn't forgive himself for how he had hurt him on their last night together.
He wished he had been able to keep in touch, send the man an occasional email and hear about his life, know how he was doing and keep himself sane. Maybe if he could still talk to Charles, he could still be carefree and relaxed for a few moments, but of course that wasn't possible anymore.
He did his best to push the other man away, not wanting to be haunted by something there was no way of changing.
Two weeks later, he was crossing the hall on the first floor of the building he worked at. He was fuming, angry that Emma had told him to go home just because he had looked tired. He wasn't tired, he just… Wasn't getting much sleep lately with his mother's health situation.
She had caught a cough and he had been spending all his free time at her house, not being able to fall asleep in the lumpy couch hearing her cough. Edie was being stubborn and wasn't letting him take her to the hospital, so he was feeding her some pills and soup to make her better.
Emma, of course, had caught up to how tired he looked and sent him home for a nap before he screwed up their work. The hall was full and that was weird to Erik since he always came in too early and left too late.
He was almost out, this close to pushing the door open when someone called out his name. The voice was familiar and feminine but he didn't really remember from where he knew it from. Erik considered ignoring it and just leaving, but the voice sounded closer now and pushy.
"Erik? Shit! Is that really you?", she asked and Erik turned around, recognition dawning on him and his eyes widening slightly. "Raven?", he asked frowning, Charles' sister standing right in front of him.
"Fuck, Charles! You don't know what happened at work today!", Raven exclaimed as soon as she entered his house and he sighed, turning his back on her and wheeling towards the kitchen for their weekly dinner, - it was supposed to happen in three days but for some reason, she saw it fit to move up.
He had been sulking for nearly three weeks now, because finding out Erik's last name didn't bring him anything and he had missed his chance to apologise, maybe possibly even… No, he wasn't going to go there again.
His new mantra was : Erik was a fling. A summer hook up that meant nothing, and he was going to live by it. He could find someone else right? Someone even better than a perfectly sculpted, gentle, polite and accepting gay man on the right age for him, of course he could!
"Whatever happened?", he asked faking enthusiasm and Raven shut up her babble suddenly, walking after him to the kitchen. She went to the other side of the table and spread both her palms in the wooden surface, looking at him with piercing eyes.
"I'm actually really thankful for what happened today, I'm hoping it will make you less of an ass and happy again" - "I haven't been happy in a long time", Charles countered, starting to get annoyed.
"You seemed happy to me at the resort. And you've been trying to find Erik for more than a month now, which makes me believe you want to feel happy again. What happened between you two anyway?", Raven asked and Charles was relieved she finally did because she seemed to be avoiding it for a while, but so very curious that was almost giving him a headache.
"None of your business", Charles answered rudely for which she just rolled her eyes, being used to it by now. "C'mon big brother. I'm the only person you have to talk about this. I can help you, just tell me what happened and we'll fix it together!". Charles knew it wasn't possible for them to fix anything if he couldn't even find Erik, but the hope she was giving him was one he had been looking to find for a while now and he didn't want to throw it away, didn't want to give up yet.
"I just… did to him what I did to everyone else when I got frustrated about my… limitations", he said not quite putting it out there, but trusting Raven to understand nonetheless. "Did you yell at him?" - "No I just… Turned into this insensitive prick. He asked me to stay, said we could watch a movie and just… stay together. And then when I left he hugged me, he knew I was saying goodbye and I didn't even.. hold him back you know", he finally said, the words making him feel guilty.
"Oh… well, that really was insensitive, but Charles… it could have been so much worse. That was practically nothing an apology and dinner won't fix", his sister said being supportive and reaching across the table to hold his hand. "Yeah, I can't even call him to apologise, how are we supposed to have dinner in different countries?".
Raven's face split into a huge grin and she said "About that…".
Charles would be stomping his foot on the ground if he could, but since that wasn't a possibility, his fingers were drumming on his wheelchair's arm and he was chewing nervously on his bottom lip.
"Stop that!", Raven said slapping his hand like a strict teacher. Two days after she had told him about Erik, Charles had finally accepted that the other man actually lived in new york and worked on the same company as his sister. He was a little sceptical still, thinking Raven had mixed Erik up with someone else, but the hope had set roots on his heart and he had gotten up early in the morning, dressed up nicely and rode the tube towards the company they worked at.
He was now at the lobby and quite annoyed that his perfectly fit pants, that made his thighs look great, were covered by a thick blanket because of the cold weather. It completely ruined the mood and the perfect outfit he had spent an hour picking, but he tried to ignore that as best as he could.
"C'mon, I can get you to the floor he works at", she said and picked out a card from her purse. Charles smiled widely, so very thankful she had those connections.
He was still beating the pads of his fingers on the arm of his wheelchair inside the elevator and then on the corridor.
"Gosh, I've never been up here", Raven murmured "They say he's really rude and we should stay away… He picked his employees very strictly and doesn't like when other people get on his way", she commented and Charles just hummed, not really caring about those rumours; they didn't describe the man he had met.
"Will you stop worrying so much? You're getting on my nerves!", she said and Charles sighed. "Raven, this is important! For weeks now I've been telling myself Erik was a fling, a summer hook up that meant nothin-", - "Charles! Oh… oh", he heard the beautiful, accented voice from behind him, since they clearly missed the right door to go in.
With Raven next to him, the space on the corridor was narrow but Charles still attempted to turn his chair around in record speed, resulting on him hitting the wall. He took a deep breath and then tried turning more smoothly.
Charles looked up to see Erik looking gorgeous but… different. The man in front of him didn't have wind-messed hair, wasn't wearing shorts, sandals and a sleeveless shirt. He was wearing a perfectly tailored suit that complimented his broad shoulders and narrow hips, and honestly made Charles horny to just to look at.
He hadn't missed the excitement on Erik's voice when he had called his name and how that excitement diminished when he had clearly heard what Charles had said. Erik's expression was closed off and stormy like he had never seen before and Charles bit down on his bottom lip.
"Mr. Lehnsherr", Raven greeted "I'm off now.. Call me if you need anything Charles", she announced and scurried away.
They waited awkwardly in silence, Charles trying not to be too obvious with his gawking.
"So… What are you doing here then?", Erik asked coldly and Charles knew he deserved that one. Locking eyes with him, he said "Erik, please… I wouldn't be here if I actually believed that".
The other man's expression was closed off and strict suddenly making it easy to see why he was a feared boss and why he made interns cry. It wasn't like Charles was easily intimidated though, and he had already seen Erik looking relaxed and happy so this facade wouldn't work on him.
"I was just telling Raven how I tried to convince myself of that since I couldn't find you, I… It's easier to just tell you everything so would you have a coffee with me?", he started explaining and then asked. He could see on Erik's expression that he wasn't inclined to saying yes, so he put on his best puppy eyes and said "Please?".
It was evil of Charles to unleash all the power of his puppy eyes on Erik and he knew right then he was doomed. Not that he wasn't doomed the second he had seen the other man again, mind you.
That's why ten minutes later he found himself sitting across a table from Charles on the coffee shop at the corner. It was much like being on a dinner with him back at the resort but he tried not to dwell on that.
There was a silence between them that was only filled when the waitress came over and Erik ordered his coffee like his soul; black. Charles asked for a Cookies and Cream Frappuccino he had never heard of but quickly learned the other man had ordered the sweetest thing on the menu.
"So…", he trailed off, expecting Charles to start talking since he had said that's why they were there. Erik was still irritated but mostly because the stupid shop wasn't wheelchair friendly and it had taken a while to accommodate Charles. He hadn't missed the blush on the other man's face and seeing him embarrassed just made Erik uncomfortable. He knew the other man didn't go out much but yet, there he was, and it somehow soothed him.
"So… I've been trying to find you for a while now. I'm afraid it was all dead ends and you are a very hard man to trace, Erik Eisenhard", he started and Erik frowned immediately.
"Eisenhardt?", he asked, wondering how Charles had gotten hold of his mother's last name. "Yeah", he blushed a little harder "I might have annoyed the staff at the resort into giving me information".
A small smile tugged at the corner of Erik's lip at that revelation, thinking Charles was the most adorable thing since small, furry puppies, - not that he would ever admit to liking any of those.
"I don't go by that last name. It was my mother's and we use it for company stuff sometimes. I'm actually Erik Lehnsherr". Charles' mouth opened in a small 'o' and after a while, he murmured to himself "That makes sense".
Then, he said louder "Well, Erik Lehnsherr, I'm Charles Xavier and I've been looking for you. When I couldn't find you I tried convincing myself it was for the better since you were just a summer fling but… You can see I didn't do a good job".
Erik had to bite his tongue in order not to say 'Thank God', and nodded slowly. "Why were you looking for me?", he asked finally.
"I wanted to apologise. The last time we saw each other I was an ass, I threw all my frustrations at you, made a huge fool of myself. You were… Perfect, Erik and I ignored it. I'm sorry for that". The words came as quite a shock to him and he quickly started shaking his head.
"I'm the one who should apologise. I pushed you into something you didn't want or wasn't ready to and I shouldn't have", he said. It still haunted him how he should have been more patient and not ruined anything by being horny.
"Erik, no! I wanted to", Charles said and smiled sheepishly "I still do. Is it too much to hope that you would give us a chance? I'd very much like to take you on a date. Several, actually".
Erik's whole body wanted to shout yes, but his mind was saying something different and he sighed. "I don't know if this would work, Charles. It's good that we live on the same city but.. You're not interested in me. I'm not the man I was at the resort and you'd often find I'd throw my frustrations at you", he said, Charles paying close attention and then nodding slowly, seeming thoughtful.
He took a deep breath and then answered "I'm not under the impression you'll be taking me on prohibited swimming sessions in the night, Erik. I can take whatever you throw at me and I think you've proven you can take what I throw as well. Let us try this and we'll see where it goes, I… I haven't been able to get you off of my mind and would hate to see this opportunity go away".
"I thought a lot about you as well", Erik admitted, after taking a careful sip from his coffee. Charles grinned as if victorious and even if Erik hated the smug smile, he also thought it was rather attractive and gave in to it.
Friday came slowly to Charles as he waited for his date with Erik. They had exchanged phone numbers on the coffee shop and while he had wanted to text Erik every two minutes, he had fought that urge and maintained his silence, - it wasn't time to reveal his crazy side yet.
He got himself ready and called in a cab he was going to ride to Erik's home and pick him up there. He had made reservations at a restaurant with brazilian food, - which had been very hard to find - and was positive this date would turn out okay. He hoped to have Erik's lips glued to his by the end of the night.
He reached Erik's home, - which was actually a flat - and rang the doorbell for number five, which unsurprisingly was the penthouse and Charles found himself curious to find out how it looked like. There was no answer upon the first ringing and a few minutes later, he tried again, stretching himself up as much as he could and using the tip of his fingers to ring it, - why was that damn thing placed so high? Did no one think of disabled people nowadays? For fuck's sake!
Erik didn't answer the doorbell and Charles checked his wristwatch to see he was right on time for their date. Maybe the other man had gotten caught up at work and would run a little late. Charles was alright with that seeing that he had been his fair share of late in the past and present. Erik would probably text or call any second now.
Erik didn't call. It had been forty minutes since Charles was just sitting there in front of the building and the wind was getting harsher and harsher, biting against his skin.
He was wearing clothes for their cold weather, of course, but hadn't brought the blanket to throw over his legs since he wanted to look sharp for his date. It was at that point that someone went towards the door and pushed it open, eyeing Charles with curiosity.
"Are you waiting for someone here?", the woman asked and Charles nodded. "Yeah, Erik Lehnsherr?", he asked unsure, questioning himself. Was he on the wrong address?
"Oh. You can wait inside if you want", she smiled nicely and he was so very thankful. Rolling into the lobby, he entered the elevator and went to the highest floor to wait in front of Erik's door.
It wasn't that he was a creep, no. Had this happened on a restaurant, he would be on his way home by now but Erik hadn't showed up on his own home and it made him worried.
When Erik arrived, he was two hours late for the date and Charles was this close to drifting off on his wheelchair. The second he saw the other man step off the elevator, he was washed over by doubt and insecurity. What if Erik had only been brushing him off? Surely two hours of delay had been enough for him to take a bloody hint and just leave hadn't it?
Fuck. Erik must have just pitied him and said yes on the coffee shop and Charles was practically proving him right by waiting in front of his door, inside of the building hours later. And he hadn't want to show his crazy side yet… Ha! That was definitely gone now. Crazy, clingy and crippled, what a trio! He was a fucking catch wasn't he.
He watched as Erik's expression turned from exhausted to surprised and then regretful. "Charles", he said so very softly and stepped closer. "I forgot our date, didn't I?", he asked and Charles nodded very shortly.
"Shit. I'm sorry", Erik said and stood right in front of Charles. God, he had been forgotten in three days since they set the date, if that wasn't a sign then… Still, he had stayed for one reason and this couldn't feel more embarrassing than it already did so he decided to dig a little and look for some sort of explanation, anything that excused Erik from this and allowed Charles to still like him. "I stuck around because I was worried", he explained, hands already going to rest on the wheel so he could dash away.
"I'm alright, I… Was excited for our date today but-" - "You know what? It's okay. I was only worried and should get going now", Charles said, not wanting to hear the rest of the sentence. If Erik was fine, then…
"My mother's in the hospital", Erik blurted out and Charles stopped mid-motion just when he was starting to wheel himself away. He looked up a little wide-eyed and asked "What?".
"She hm.. Had this cough and I have been sleeping over at hers. She didn't want to see a doctor but apparently today she felt nauseous at the supermarket and they called her an ambulance", the other man explained and Charles melted immediately. No wonder the date had been forgotten.
"Oh, I'm so sorry Erik. Is she okay?", he asked genuinely concerned and the other man nodded, which made him breathe easier. Coming to think of it, Erik did seem tired, with slightly dark circles under his eyes and he didn't look half as relaxed as in the resort.
"I really am sorry I forgot about the date", he said and Charles offered him a small smile. "As far as excuses go, yours was pretty good", he answered and then asked "Are you planning on going back to the hospital?" - "Yeah, I didn't want her to sleep alone".
It made Charles even more attracted to Erik to see that the other man was so close to his mother and worried about her to the point he was spending his nights with her because of a cough. He mustered up all his courage and tried to act like he usually did before the accident; charming and confident.
"So why don't you open the door for us and I'll cook you something while you freshen up? I can't let you go back there looking like you've been run over", he said with a dashing smile, which made Erik chuckle and looked down at the floor, slightly shy. "That bad, huh?", he asked self conscious and Charles rolled closer.
Reaching out, he touched his fingertips to Erik's and murmured a "Not really, no", smiling warmly at him. Even tired, Erik looked gorgeous.
"Okay", the other man grinned "I'll take you up on that offer".
Charles was happy for being bold and moving their date to the inside of Erik's apartment, not caring at all about reservations and all. The other man had decided to take a shower and told him to feel free around his kitchen.
He hadn't remembered asking Charles if he needed help reaching anything which was refreshing but also a small problem. The big problem was that no matter if he could reach the cabinets, he couldn't really reach the stove, so he couldn't cook at all.
He let himself feel useless for a while and then embarrassed when he saw Erik stepping into the kitchen, looking like a model and searching for the food. The other man frowned and then after a quick look at Charles, he breathed out a small "Oh", and blushed.
"I think we have a failure in my plan. I forgot I can't reach your stove… But maybe you could come over my place at some point and I'll cook for you there. For now, though-", he shrugged, still trying to keep his old-self persona.
"We can cook together", Erik said nicely and Charles was really happy he wasn't being kicked out because he was in a hurry to go back to the hospital.
Cooking with Erik was pleasurable, and while the tall man reached cupboards and used the stove, Charles chopped vegetables on top of the table. It felt good, and he didn't think he was so useless after all, since Erik kept requesting his help.
The other man even had him tasting the sauce while holding up the spoon himself, and it was a scene straight out of the movies. "What are we cooking?", he finally asked and Erik grinned "I hope you like lasagna?".
Charles actually loved it but he tried, - and failed - to turn his excitement down a notch. "Doesn't it take long to cook? I mean, your mother…", he trailed off after a moment not wanting to be misunderstood.
"She was asleep when I left and probably will be until the morning. She loves lasagna too so I'll just take her some anyway", he answered, the last part a lot lighter than the first. "Good to know she loves it too. I hope she'll approve of it even with my help", he said.
"You're a really good assistant, Charles. I think I might keep you around for you know, whenever I need your help", the other man teased and a warm feeling spread over Charles' stomach.
Erik did keep him around. After they had dinner, they had kissed and parted ways as Erik still had to go see his mother, but he contacted Charles on the next day and now, three months later, they found themselves sitting on Charles' couch and watching a rerun of Prison Break.
Erik's mama had only needed a few pills that would provide her vitamins and had left the hospital two days after their first official date, which meant he had Erik's full attention and he didn't forget about the second date.
Things between them were good, almost perfect, he would say. Erik was a gentleman but he had a point when he told Charles he wasn't the same when he wasn't on vacations. Some days he would be really grumpy or irritated, but Charles had been able to calm him down through massages, kisses and food.
Erik had proven to be patient and calm whenever Charles was moping about his disability and some kind of unfairness he had suffered through when trying to go out and Charles was falling for him harder and harder.
There was just one problem. One tiny, little problem that was actually huge. Erik didn't want to have sex with him. At all. Not that he had said something, but he hadn't tried anything below the waist or even close to sexual apart from some making out sessions and it was driving Charles up the walls with frustration.
Which was why, he was ready to set his plan in motion on a thursday night. They were lying together in the couch, watching a random movie that had been on the television. Erik had his back propped on the arm of the couch, long legs open so Charles was lying between them, head resting on his firm chest.
He started by casually stroking the other man's thigh on the break of the movie, widening his range with each stroke. He had no clue if he would get hard or not, but he was horny. He was craving to have Erik's big hands and long fingers running over his body, to have that perfect mouth ravishing his own… Even if he didn't get a boner, didn't orgasm.. He just wanted to do it.
He angled his head to look up at his dashing boyfriend and smiled seductively at him, his nails scratching the rough surface of the jeans pants Erik was wearing. The other man closed the distance between them to press a weirdly angled kiss to Charles' mouth and then started trailing them down his cheek and jaw, towards Charles' neck.
Erik was always… Warm. His kisses were the perfect balance between hot and fond that made Charles willing to do all sorts of things. And those perfect lips were now suckling on his pale skin, which made Charles moan lowly on his throat.
He let his hand come all the way up this time, murmuring "Keep going… Mark me", as he cupped Erik's bulge and massaged it. His arm was bent uncomfortably and he wanted to be able to kiss Erik properly, to see him, so when the hickey was done, he looked back over his shoulder and said "Let's go to bed".
He watched exactly how Erik's breath hitched and his eyes turned just a shade darker, pupils dilating. But still, the other man held back, both his hands going to Charles' forearms and caressing them up and down. "Are you sure? I don't want us to rush into anything", he said, to which Charles groaned.
Rush? It had been three fucking months and yes, he was a little nervous he would fail again but this was Erik and he would have done him on their first date in New York. "Erik…", he trailed off and thought of the best, seductive way he could put this but came out short of an answer. Bluntness it was.
"I'm horny. Won't you do something about it?", he asked almost nastily but pleading at the same time.
Erik groaned at that and his answer was immediate as he reached out and pulled Charles' wheelchair closer to them so that he could sit on it. It was a normal gesture to Erik, but to Charles it meant a lot that the other man didn't offer to carry him or something. Even it Charles actually enjoyed being carried by him sometimes, thinking it was quite hot, he wouldn't like it if Erik just assumed.
He maneuvered himself into the chair and then Erik got up, grinning at him and licking his lips. He removed his shirt and threw it on the couch, going towards the room right afterwards, giving Charles the perfect view to those dimples on his back.
Gosh, Erik was hot. It was unbelievable that Charles had landed him and he thanked the stars for his luck. "Coming?", Erik asked from his bedroom, and Charles chuckled "Hopefully soon".
"You're lucky you're hot", Erik said with an amused expression, sitting in the middle of the bed and Charles laughed, with no worries anymore since apparently Erik did want to do him and was just waiting for Charles to make the first move.
He rolled next to the bed and looked up coyly at his boyfriend "I don't know if I-", he started but Erik cut him off "I know… Just come here. And don't run away from me again".
Charles smiled softly but nervously and transferred himself to bed, sitting next to Erik who started kissing his neck and then mouth, before climbing on his lap and pushing Charles down on the mattress.
Erik was everywhere, kissing, touching and tasting in a way that was so overwhelming that suddenly Charles had no shirts or pants. He looked down at himself to see Erik focused on his nipple and looking up through his lashes. Charles could see red spots on his white skin and he felt the tingling sensation on his lower body, his cock twitching interested on their activities.
"Oh God, Erik, I'm-", he moaned, his eyes filling with tears but this time happy ones. He had been trying to jerk off a lot on the last months thinking of Erik, but had only managed to get hard a handful of times, but getting so frustrated that he didn't even wait to come before giving up.
But now he was hard, so freaking hard and Erik was there and he wouldn't give up, he would give Charles his orgasm, would make him feel so very good.
"Hm? What, baby? What did I do?", he asked worriedly and since he had his perky ass up in the air he wasn't feeling the erection against his body. Charles smiled and picked Erik's hand, leading it down towards his crotch.
As soon as Erik's hand was on his prick, Charles moaned and closed his eyes. "Oh, hello", Erik laughed breathless and started kissing Charles' torso again while massaging him, leaving wet trails.
When he abruptly pulled away, Charles opened his eyes, to see that gorgeous man watching him closely "Why don't we celebrate this the best way we can?", he asked and quickly reached over to the bedside table, opening the drawer and getting a condom along with a bottle of lube.
He lifted them both up for Charles to see and Charles bit down on his bottom lip. "I wanna ride you. Been wanting to do that since forever", he said, making Charles' skin tingle with excitement, arousal and nervousness.
Charles hadn't actually had sex in so long and he had no clue how to make this work, but he was so willing to let go of his fears for Erik, to just roll with it and let himself be happy. "Yes, oh yes", he finally answered and Erik smiled.
The other man opened the bottle of lube and picked Charles' hand to pour some into it. "Take care of yourself", he said hotly before putting the gel on his own fingers and guiding his hand behind his back.
Charles watched as Erik's face turned to focused and then a little pained as he pressed both finger in at once, probably trying to be quick for Charles' sake. He started scissoring himself, expression showing sheer pleasure at some point and even started fucking himself on the fingers, moaning deeply.
Charles was touching himself, jerking his cock to the rhythm of Erik's movements. The condom around his dick made it different as it always did but it was still delicious and he could only imagine how it would feel to be inside of Erik.
Somehow, he had always imagined his boyfriend being a top while he, himself would rather be bottoming but he couldn't stop being thankful that he would have that gorgeous man sitting on his prick.
"I'm ready", Erik said but it was way too fast and Charles shook his head in protest "No, let me prepare you more", he said, reaching out to open the other man a little more. "Next time… I need to be all tight for you", he said and Charles opened his mouth, wanting to chastise him for it. It was true that Charles needed more pressure but not in a way that would harm his partner rather than give him pleasure but Erik closed the distance between them, kissing him quiet.
His boyfriend grabbed his cock, lining it up to his ass and started lowering himself, breaking the kiss to focus better. The tip of his cock teased the whole a little with Erik's hand working on it and then it started to breach open the tight ring of muscles, making him moan and Erik whimper.
"Erik… Oh, Erik… Please stop if it hurts ok?", he said because he could be considerate too, he should worry about Erik just as much as Erik worried about him and he truly did.
But Jesus, the pleasure! Erik was indeed so very tight around his cock and he could feel everything, could sense every inch swallowing his prick in and he just moaned wantonly, his fingers digging into the flesh of Erik's hips to the point he would definitely leave marks.
When Erik was settling in, he stopped for a moment, hands propped on Charles' chest and took a deep, shaky breath. This was the moment Charles would wiggle his toes and stretch his legs deliciously but he couldn't do that anymore. He couldn't thrust up deep into Erik's body or turn them around to fuck him senseless, but he decided to focus on what he could do.
He could use his hands to guide the other man up and down and set the pace like that, could use his mouth everywhere, could talk and tease.. He wasn't dead and he could make this so very good for his boyfriend.
Charles might have lost it when Erik started to move, using a steady rhythm at first, going all the way up and then down, circling his hips there. He leaned his body down and started breathing heavily into the crook or Charles' neck, while Charles' hand was at the small of his back pressing him down with each bounce.
They were both moaning and sweating, getting lost in the perfect feeling until Erik just stopped. He stopped, chest puffing quickly and hands gripping Charles' shoulders like he needed to hold on to it for dear life. "What is it, darling? You okay?", Charles asked, tracing Erik's spine with his fingertips.
When Erik pulled away, he took Charles' breath for looking so gorgeous. His face was flushed and glowing from sweat, his hair a crazy mess from where Charles had raked his fingers through, eyes shades darker and pupils blown. He was a sight to be seen and Charles knew he was falling in love.
"I'm perfect", Erik said breathless, locking gaze with him. "I just… Almost came", he exclaimed, making Charles feel giddy. He had almost made Erik lose it, just like that.
He knew that Erik had held back because it took him longer, so he put his hand on the back of the other man's neck and pulled him down for a deep kiss, his tongue licking everywhere. When they parted to breathe, he said "C'mon, Erik. Let me see you lose it, come for me", on his husky tone of voice, which made Erik moan.
His boyfriend started moving again, impaling himself on Charles' cock hard and fast, until his expression changed to almost pained and he let out a long, throaty moan and his rhythm stuttered. Charles immediately reached for the hard cock that was bouncing and stroked it, pulling the skin back and then to it's place again. Erik started shooting his load all over Charles' torso and even that vision made him moan.
"God, you're so hot.. And all mine, you're all mine, Erik", he said milking him through his orgasm because there was no way he was letting this perfect man go.
Erik had stopped moving and his head was lolling forwards as he came down from his high and he gave Charles a languid kiss "All yours", he agreed and then lifted his body up, probably being too sensitive and sore to still ride Charles.
He was surprisingly hard still and Erik grinned, wrapping those long fingers around his length and starting to jerk him off. It didn't take long for Charles to come as well, the feeling so overwhelming and so foreign now that he almost blacked out.
It took them a long time to try fucking with Charles bottoming. He had been the one to put the idea out there and while Erik was reluctant and scared of hurting him, he still agreed to it and it had turned out to be pleasurable for both.
Charles loved being fucked and it still felt good even if the positions were limited and he couldn't help much. Erik would even carry the weight of his legs when they tried something different and it was during the time he had sweat all the water from his body by holding Charles' thighs so they could do it while looking at each other, that Charles breathed out "I love you", and then shouted it as he came.
Erik had said it back too which made it all even sweeter and now, an year later, they already had their favorite positions and knew how to work with each other.
Charles was currently lying on his belly, a special pillow underneath him, - that he and Erik had found online especially for this - that kept his ass pointing up and Erik was pounding into him while kissing his neck and pulling his hair just like Charles wanted it.
He had his suspicion that this was one of Erik's favorite positions since he seemed to enjoy Charles' ass sticking up like that and always took forever worshipping it. It was one of the occasions they both came together and Charles was happy that it seemed to be happening more frequently now that Erik had found a pace to hold on longer and Charles was getting used to a healthy sex life.
Erik pulled out of him and kissed Charles a few more times before helping him get rid of the pillow. Charles turned around and smiled, feeling sated. He had long stopped feeling self conscious for having to use different things and not being normal because well.. Erik had showed him he was normal.
His boyfriend snuggled up to him and they kissed briefly, sighing happily. It was a few moments later that Erik started talking which wasn't very usual but completely welcome.
"Charles? How do you see your future? I mean… With uh, family and stuff? Do you see yourself getting married? Having kids?", he asked and Charles bit his bottom lip. In an year and six months of relationship they hadn't really talked about that and it made him nervous that Erik would want different things.
"I… I hm… I would like to marry, yes. Not something big or fancy, just get married and celebrate. And I would love to have children, I love kids and would like to have some of my own", he said staring at the ceiling, heart beating fast.
"How many?", Erik asked simply and Charles felt a tiny bit more comfortable "Two", he said. There was a moment of silence that stretched out forever and Charles couldn't keep silent anymore.
He turned on Erik's embrace to lie on his side and watch the beautiful face. He looked at Erik's chiseled jaw, the straight nose and blue-green-grey eyes, seeming for a second that he was seeing him for the first time on that small elevator on a resort in Brazil, when he was still fighting off his depression. Now, he was back at his job, had a perfect boyfriend and friends.
"What about you, love? Tell me what you want… Most of all, I see my future with you", he murmured, nuzzling Erik's neck. It took his boyfriend another moment to answer and he said "move in with me".
Charles' breath caught on his throat and he pulled away a little to see if Erik was serious. Oh God, he was. "Erik, I want to but… As lovely as your flat is, it isn't very accessible. I know you've made changes but it still isn't", he said thinking of the time and money it would take to make Erik's place livable for him.
Erik turned to lock eyes with Charles and said "I was rather hoping we could stay here at your home. I'm hanging out most of the time anyway and… I want all that you said, Charles. I want a future with you too".
The only answer Charles could think of, was to come closer and kiss Erik, thinking of their first kiss in the pool. There was no doubt, and his heart shouted "yes, yes, yes!".
THE END
A/N : Hey guys! So this was it from my own story! Let me know what you think of it? I'd really like some feedback!
I'll be posting a new one soon, that is another roleplay between me and my friend!