Anote: My muse has laughed at me and says I am such a chicken when it comes to sex scenes. I am sticking my tongue out at you Ruth. If it was so easy to write, let me see you do it!

Chapter 47 – 'Tis the season part1

Charles furiously ripped off his jacket and threw it in the general direction of the bed. He swore as the garment fell short and crumpled in a heap. The young man knew it was childish of him but he felt the strong desire to kick something. Just to satisfy the urge, he picked up a pillow and threw it across the room as hard as he could.

He grinned sheepishly when he realized that Erik was seated in a little alcove, silently taking in his performance.

'Hi!'

Erik shook his head as he closed his study text books that were surrounding him in piles, 'Are you alright? Why did you turn off your cell phone?'

Charles went over and retrieved the pillow, 'Sorry, I had a dreadful meeting. I don't really want to talk about it.'

'Another one of the sponsors for the charity has dropped out?' the older man correctly deduced. It took a lot to set Xavier off and he knew the stress of organising this event was beginning to fray the usual serene temper of the professor. It didn't help matters that he knew Charles was still apprehensive about what was going to happen at the end of his parole. 'It's alright. I would want to destroy furniture too. Toss another pillow if it helps.'

Instead the young man proceeded to rip of his tie as his boyfriend looked on sympathetically.

'The Christmas sprit is alive and well,' Charles commented sarcastically, referring obliquely to his just concluded meeting. 'Why were you calling? Did you need something?'

Erik looked doubtfully over the top of his dictionary, clearly trying to figure out if this was a good time or not to speak.

'I was supposed to pick you up and we were going for Matt at the prison.'

Charles grabbed the back of a chair in horror. 'THAT WAS TODAY?! Your friend Matt was released today?! I forgot!'

The academic groaned and leaned against a nearby wall, 'He's probably on the plane already. I can't believe I missed him!'

'Actually he's not. He's in my old room downstairs. I just told him that you were up to your eyebrows in party preparations and he volunteered to stay and help. '

Erik looked across affectionately at the other man. Matt had informed him that unbeknownst to him; Charles had regularly called him up at the prison and even sent him care packages of cigarettes, chocolates, toilet items and other assorted goodies. 'I am of the opinion that he would be the president of your fan club if you had one.'

The man grinned slightly at this bit of teasing and resumed undressing. It pleased him greatly that Erik felt comfortable enough to invite someone to the house without feeling the need to check with him first. 'I am glad he is here even though I know how eager he is to reconnect with his brothers at home.'

He kicked off his shoes and socks and then proceeded to undo his belt, 'I was about to tell you to remind me to make sure I rebook his plane ticket, but maybe you should do it. My brain feels like a fried egg. I am thinking that it will be better to move the reception right here, just to cut down overhead. How do you feel about being a waiter for the night?'

The man looked up as his boyfriend didn't answer, 'Dearest?'

'Sorry,' Erik mumbled apologetic, 'if you said anything after you pulled off your pants, I didn't hear you.'

Abruptly he realized that the older man had made no move to come across to the bed. This was unusual because Erik had truly taken the 'plenty of sex' idea to heart and more times than not, he would tackle him as soon as he reached home; making up for lost time it would seem.

'Are you feeling unwell?' Charles asked anxiously, starting to feel a little cold to be standing there in the nude while they carried on a conversation.

The man shook his head, still seemingly at a loss for words.

'Well,' Charles gestured towards the bed, 'Why don't you come over here and keep me company?'

'What do you have in mind?' Erik croaked out, apparently paralyzed in his chair for no good reason.

Charles frowned at this stupid question and then shyly smiled in understanding. He didn't by any stretch of the imagination, think he was THAT attractive but at times, he forgot that Erik thought he was. Instead of responding he walked backwards to the bed, never taking his eyes off Erik's face. The older man's jaw slowly dropped open in shock, as the young man sprawled against the headboards and spread his legs invitingly like a cheap whore.

Erik needed no further encouragement as he sent his school books flying in his attempt to get across the room faster.

'If people ONLY knew the real you,' the older man hissed, as he did his best to pull off his pants and his shirt simultaneously, which really wasn't possible with just one pair of hands.

Charles folded his arms across his chest with a knowing smirk, enjoying the frantic strip show, 'I don't have the foggiest idea what you mean!'

'Are you going to lend me a hand here or NOT?!' Erik roared at him in frustration.

Obligingly, the professor sat up to help him get out of his clothes but then suddenly seemed to have a change of heart. Erik gasped as the small man pulled him out of the slit in his shorts and inserted him straight into his mouth.

'God dammit, be careful!' Erik yelled again,'That's not a lollipop!'

However, Charles seemed to disagree completely with this statement and his murmur of protest sent such a wave of sensation straight up his cock, that Erik had to grab hold of the bed and one of Charles' shoulders, just to keep upright.

Very carefully, the small man tugged on the loops of his belt, nudging him to follow his lead. They had been together long enough for Erik to know what he wanted and he pulled out long enough to let Charles settle comfortably back on the pillows. He then climbed on top the small man and slowly slid back into the heat of the professor's mouth, balancing his weight on the headboards again as they quickly settled into an easy rhythm of sucks and thrusts. Erik kept a careful eye on what he was doing, so as to not cause the young man any undue discomfort but it was near damned near impossible to focus, whenever Charles used his clever little mouth with such devastating intent.

He knew he was pushing too hard now as Charles gagged, but it would be far easier to stop breathing than to slow down now. Erik commanded his body to obey him, pulling out slightly; the effort of which temporarily robbed him of breath. As a reward for his Herculean labors, Erik watched with possessive pride as he emptied himself into Charles' mouth. Erik stroked the side of his face encouragingly, as the young man swallowed. 'There's a good boy,' Erik whispered hotly to show his appreciation and pleasure at the man's skill.

Finally, feeling completely happy but drained of energy, he rolled on to his back with a stupid giggle, not really minding that he had half his clothes on and half off. He somehow managed to summon up the energy to assist the professor in stripping him of his remaining clothes, all the while staring hungrily at the Englishman's erection. However, the academic nimbly skipped out of reach when he lunged for him.

'If it's alright with you, I am going to put you on your stomach now.'

Erik sighed ever so softly as he nodded his consent. He was sorry that he had ever told the professor that he didn't particularly favor this position because now Charles took to asking his permission each and every time. No one had ever bothered to ask if there was something he didn't like doing.

'Charles, it's fine,' he insisted again as the small man inserted a few pillows under him, 'As I have explained to you before, it's just unnerving to have someone behind me out of my line of sight. Don't take it personally.'

'We could put a mirror in here if you want,' the professor suggested as he gently eased a slicked finger inside him.

Erik eyes popped open at that provocative suggestion, 'Ha! You just want to look at yourself. I always knew you had some kink in you! You don't have to hide anything with me.'

Charles knew him too well to take a nibble at that verbal bait. When he put his mind to it, Erik could charm a rattlesnake into doing sit-ups.

As another finger joined the first, Erik groaned appreciatively opening his legs a bit wider to enjoy the intimate massage.

'That feels really good. You don't mind if I just lay here and let you do all the work, do you?' Erik mumbled mindlessly, 'I swear this holiday season is going to kill me. My customers nearly ran me off my feet this morning.'

The professor hummed conversationally to let him know he was listening.

'This one little old lady wanted to buy one of the bookshelves and I kept telling her that we sell books not furniture. I thought she was going to hit me with her gigantic handbag for being insolent.'

Suddenly Erik sensed something was not quite right and he whipped around quickly. Charles was sitting back, panting quietly as he struggled to hold on to his erection for a bit longer. With a few quick pumps of his wrist Erik put him out of his misery, laying him down gently on the mattress when he was done. He then ducked into the bathroom for a rag and some warm water which he then used to sponge the young man dry.

'I did not time that properly at all,' the professor admitted with a groan, when he had eventually regained his breath. 'Bloody hell, can't anything go right today?!'

The young scholar hastily placed a reassuring palm against his boyfriend's bare chest, 'That is not directed at you, my friend. You are a blessing in my life, you know that right?'

'I know. Words fail to describe how wonderful I am,' Erik agreed in an amused voice, as he raised Charles' head off the pillow to offer him a sip of cool water.

With another murmur of thanks, the young man threw his arm across his face to cover his eyes, 'Just give me a minute and I will make love to you again'

The older man looked playfully at his watch, 'I'll give you two minutes."

He smiled as Erik yawned and propped himself up on one arm alongside him. 'I don't mind being a waiter at your charity event.'

One blue eye peeked out at him, 'And you are sure you are alright with me taking Jean as my 'date'?'

Erik rolled his eyes, 'I was fine with it the first time you asked, and I am still fine with it now. Now if you told me you were taking Logan, then we would have words.'

As he absently caressed the outer thigh of the heavy leg that Erik had thrown across his waist, the professor sighed with relief. 'Thanks for being such a good sport about this. I've hosted events with boyfriends in the past but I don't do it anymore. For some reason, the media follows us around and splashes us across the society page in the morning; as if me being gay is something newsworthy that needs to be reported on.'

Erik didn't respond as the vagaries of the American public still eluded his understanding.

'Speaking about John, you will need to help me keep an eye on him. Last time we had a large event here, someone trampled one of the seedling beds. He was so annoyed that I really did think he was going to arbitrarily pick out a guest and murder them.'

Quickly, the older man leaned over and kissed him into silence. He could clearly hear the strain returning in the Englishman's voice as he talked about the charity function.

'Little one,' he said softly, 'the event is going to be wonderful. You need to calm down. Matt, McCoy and I will be there to help no matter what it is; waiting tables, folding napkins, putting Logan in a headlock…whatever you need. You have your whole staff behind you, you have all your friends at the university, and you have all your neighbours.'

He slid down as the professor tugged on his arm. Contentedly settling in the crook of the man's neck below him, he smiled as Charles embraced him tightly.

'This feels so comfortable, right here, right now, with you,' Charles whispered lovingly, as he kissed the other man's dark hair. They were so close he could feel the movement of Erik's eyelashes on the column of his throat.

'Do you think sometimes when two people are always together,' Erik mused quietly, drawing random patterns on the man's chest with his fingertips, 'they can start projecting their thoughts in a fashion?'

'You mean like finishing each other sentences?'

'Something like that. When I was waiting outside the prison for Matt, I was thinking about you. About how you took my razor this morning and gave me a shave. I was thinking that it's not everyone I feel that comfortable around. Maybe you picked up on my earlier thoughts.'

He couldn't see Charles smile but he felt it through their embrace.

'I am sorry that you had to wait alone.'

Erik pressed a kiss to his cheek and then to his forehead before sitting up to massage the professor's chest, 'You are not listening to me. I wasn't alone. Although, I am not too sure if I like the fact that the voice in my head has suddenly picked up a British accent.'

Even as he laughed, the small man obediently took several deep breaths, trying to relax as his lover suggested.

'This is not working,' Charles announced, 'maybe you should just kiss me again?'

The older man smiled at the sparkle in the blue eyes below him, as the young man eagerly pulled him down for another kiss. The professor was right. This felt quite right. Instinctively it would seem their bodies started to open and shift and glide into a position for maximum skin on skin contact, as they spent some quality time kissing, exploring and just being with each other.

'Hang on a second,' Erik protested breaking the professor's passionate hold, 'I need to ask you something before you distract me again with that talented tongue of yours. What do you want for Christmas?'

Charles grinned hugely at the look of pain on Erik's face.

'Don't laugh,' the older man snapped, 'shopping for you is giving me a mansion sized headache! The mall is like a zoo and I am seriously scared of being trampled to death. If you don't give me some suggestions, I am about ready to glue some Popsicle sticks together.'

'That would be a perfectly splendid present,' the small man replied earnestly, 'Don't fall into the mistake of thinking just because I am rich that I don't like homemade. One of the nicest things I have received recently is one of my students making a ceramic apple for me, with the words 'No. 1 teacher!' on it.

Erik frowned in laughing confusion, 'that lump of red sitting on your desk is supposed to be an apple? I thought that was one of your genetic experiments gone haywire.'

He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender as Charles scowled at his laughter, 'I'm not artistic, so think of something else.'

'You haven't taken me out to dinner as yet,' the professor reminded him.

Erik had just opened his mouth to respond when their attention was caught by a knock at the door.

'Yes, who is it?' the professor sang out, having to pitch his voice to penetrate out into the living space and through the thick wooden door.

A tiny, hesitant voice responded, 'Hullo? I think I'm lost.'

'Matt! Are you alright?! Erik answered, rolling off of Charles and striding towards the door. 'What's wrong?'

'I was trying to find something to eat and I got turned around and then I was trying to find a way to get out of the house and I got even more lost. Thank goodness I found you again! Can I come in?'

'Um…I was just about to step in the shower,' Erik suggested, glancing back at Charles still sprawled enticingly on the sheets. He was half torn by panic and amusement at the present situation. This was like something out of a movie. He quickly rattled out the needed directions.

'There's a big pond outside. Can…can I go down to see it? Do you think it would be alright with Mr. Xavier if I walked around it?' Matt asked excitedly, as if he had never seen water before. However, being likewise imprisoned for a period of time, Erik could relate to that unusual level of excitement.

Erik looked back to exchange amused glances with said owner of the 'big pond' and for the second time today, he almost swallowed his tongue. The professor was causally resting against a stack of pillows, slowly but firmly stroking himself.

'You like water?!' Erik inquired with a surprised yelp, only belatedly remembering that Matt had asked him a question. He was going to kill Charles for this! He knew what this was. This was payback for the time he showed up unexpectedly in the middle of the day at the university, in order to cash in the 'all you can eat, oral sex' gift card, Charles had made for him.

'I'm from Arizona. DO you know how much rain falls there?' Matt asked him rhetorically.

A bead of sweat trickled down the side of Erik's face and he swallowed hard as he watched his lover's beautiful erection taking shape.

'That's great! Just great!' he replied distractedly as Charles rose to his knees, pinning him with a come- here-right-now stare, 'Unbelievable!'

Outside in the quiet corridor, Matt walked away scratching his dark hair perplexed. He knew Erik was a bit socially stunted but that conversation was just plain weird.