What have I done? Charles thought desperately as he pretended to listen to their Math teacher, Ms Ororo Monroe. He had invited Erik to his house without thinking about what he had said. What if he wants to...have sex? That was a stupid question to ask himself. Of course that's where things are headed to, now that he had stupidly opened his mouth and invited the other. Charles wasn't sure if he was ready to do something like that yet at the same time, he felt an odd, thrilling curiosity to know what it would be like. Charles could feel Erik staring at him again and this time, he furtively turned his head a bit and saw Erik smiling at him in a lewd, secretive way. Charles turned his head back to the front of the class, blushing furiously once more.

Why do you make me feel like this?

Charles was uneasy and confused for the rest of the period and at the end of the day, it came time for book club again. He rushed to the lavatories and splashed water on his face, trying to cool himself off. He wiped his face dry with a paper towel and paced around in the boy's room restlessly, running his hands over his face and almost wanting to tear his hair out.

"What have I done?" He muttered what he had been saying repeatedly in his mind. He jumped back a little when someone entered the boy's room and then he rushed out of there, still feeling apprehensive over what would happen between him and Erik tonight.

He met up with Sean and Hank briefly, who were both part of the Photography club so they won't be seeing each other until much later. The only reason why Sean and Hank were on that club was that they get to travel a lot for free, with food and fare included, when the teacher supervising the photography club—Mr Warren Worthington III, their Art teacher—has photography trips set up for his club members, which included a lot of girls. The girls were mainly there because they think Mr Worthington was the hottest man on the planet and photography was just an excuse to keep seeing him and swooning over him.

"Wanna come over to the house later? We can finally play that game I was telling you about-"Hank began as they stood before Sean's locker in the hallway.

There were also a lot of other kids still idling about at their lockers, talking and hanging out with their friends. Erik was also still there with his gang and they were close by the large school doorway. Charles kept glancing their way, wanting to catch a brief glance of Erik's face and profile.

"Yeah, got nowhere to go to later-"Sean said as he finished putting his books aside in his locker.

"What about you, Charles?" Hank asked.

Charles shook his head slowly, trying to keep his expression relaxed.

"I have stuff I need to do-"

"Ok, looks like it's just you and me later, Sean-"

Sean made a face and nudged at Charles. "Are you doing some project or something?"

Charles just nodded and slung his backpack to his back.

"Well, yeah-"Charles struggled to keep his composure. He was going to meet up with Erik now. It sent knots stirring crazily in his stomach. He swallowed thickly. How can he keep his calm when he is about to meet up with the boy that stirred up these odd sexual emotions in him and made his heart skip crazily in his chest? How can he face him without thinking about their delicious time in the shower?

He said his goodbyes to his friends and walked down the corridor to the right of the library and finally reached the room for book club. Erik was already there, along with the other students. Charles sat in his chair and dared not to look in Erik's way. Erik did not say anything to him either, nor did he look at him, but they both instantly felt the weight of each other's presence.

Ms Grey arrived last and briefed them on a new project they will be working on together. They will be going on a field trip to a museum which will be sponsored by the school, kind of like what they had been doing at the photography club. Everyone clapped happily at the prospect of going on a trip except for Erik, who was looking ill-tempered.

"I ain't going to that crap, count me out-"Erik said loudly.

Uncomfortable silence from everyone. Ms Grey looked baffled, her gaze going to Charles and then she turned to look back at Erik.

"Mr Lehnsherr, it's not exactly compulsory that you go, but the point of why should go is that you will be writing an essay on your experience during this trip-"Ms Grey said quietly.

Erik looked annoyed and was rolling his eyes rudely. "Well let Xavier do it then! I don't care! I ain't going to a stupid museum and ogle at shit and pictures of old farts!"

Some of the students gasped at Erik's rudeness and his use of dirty words to a teacher. Charles himself stared on at everything silently, unsure of what Erik was up to. A soft sigh from Ms Grey and then she looked at Erik sadly, not saying anything for a moment.

"Alright everyone! Just finish with your current books and your essays for now. Mr Lehnsherr and Mr Xavier, please follow me outside, I need to speak with you both-"

Erik and Charles followed her; they stood close by the library, away from the book club so that they won't be overheard. Ms Grey gave Erik a quizzical look.

"Mr Lehnsherr, I don't know what you have against going on a trip with the book club, but you have been doing well so far and participating in our activities-"

"I'm not hanging around with a bunch of freaks!" Erik suddenly said, his eyes narrowed at her insolently.

Ms Grey nodded, finally understanding why he did not want to go.

"I see. This because your peers might think less of you if you keep in company with us-"

"Damn right! I was only on orders from the principal to join your stupid club! There ain't no fine print saying I have to go to every little prissy trip you go to-"

"Very well then, I will not force you to go. Instead, I will assign a different project for you and Mr Xavier. You will both not be going to the museum-"

Erik realized that because he refused to go, this will prevent Charles from going to the museum with the rest of the club members. He had this feeling Charles would really want to go with the others, he could see Charles looking disappointed from the corner of his eye. Erik let out a breath.

"Wait, are you going to tell the principal about this?" Erik asked Ms Grey.

"Why yes, Mr Lehnsherr. He asked me to report on your progress in the club-"

"Ok then. I'll make a deal with you. Don't tell the principal I was rude again and I will go to the museum with you guys. I'll go there separately in my car-"

Ms Grey was taken aback by what Erik had said. She had a strange thought then. When she mentioned that Charles would not go as well, Erik suddenly changed his tune and said he would go. It was not like Erik cared what information reaches the principal about him. She wondered if it mainly had something to do with Charles. She knew for a fact that they were not on good terms outside the book club...but what if something changed? Erik more or less acted civilized towards Charles in the book club. Ms Grey nodded once at Erik.

"Alright, it's a deal then, Mr Lehnsherr."

Ms Grey advised them the trip will be for next week on Friday and that a tour bus will be picking them up in the afternoon. She would be giving Erik directions and a map on how to get to the museum by himself and then she left them both. She continued to think about them when she returned to the book club. Charles was definitely a positive influence on Mr Lehnsherr. She and the principal had a discussion on it and they noticed that there was a marked improvement in Mr Lehnsherr's performance at school. Maybe they are becoming friends...

"You know why I did that, don't you, Charles?" Erik asked as they sat on their usual spot in the library.

"I do know, Erik. You didn't tell your friends about the book club, right?"

"Hell, no! I won't tell them ever!"

Charles uttered a low laugh. Erik still had to keep up appearances, of course. He had to secure his tough guy reputation and not look weak because that has always been who he is. Erik smiled back at Charles, relieved that he had figured out a way around that trip so that Charles could go and enjoy it. He reached out and held Charles's hand on the table and Charles suddenly stopped laughing. He blushed again and pulled his hand back slowly, casting a worried glance over at Erik.

"What is it?"

"People might see us," Charles said quietly. Erik nodded in understanding and leaned back in his chair. They took out their books and worked on their own essays in silence, all the while Erik kept throwing heated looks in Charles's way. He was looking forward to their meeting tonight. Charles could see it on his face and his cheeks reddened at his own thoughts. Ms Grey looked in on them quietly after; she did not see Erik reaching out for Charles's hand. All she saw was that they were writing their essays.

"Charles," Erik said softly as he continued to write.

Charles looked up at him waiting for what he was about to say.

"I can't wait for tonight," Erik murmured in a throaty voice, making the other go pale this time, almost wishing he could take back what he had said, his knees trembling beneath the table.

"Erik, I want to know...do you intend to have sex with me tonight?"

Erik leered at him, his gaze intense.

"You should know the answer to that, Charles-"

Charles visibly swallowed. "The thought of it...frightens me-"

Erik's expression changed then. His eyes became tender and his leer softened to a kind smile. He slowly slid his hand closer to Charles's fingers from across the table and just gently rubbed his own finger to his. Charles felt that thrilling, warm touch again and sighed.

"Why are you suddenly attracted to me? What brought this on? We've known each other for years, right?"

Erik's smiled faintly. "To be honest, I have been noticing you for a while now. Why do you think I kept trying to tease you in front of others? I was trying to get your attention, even if it means getting a rise out of you, or to humiliate you-"

Erik leaned closer to the table, still holding his gaze."What really brought this on I guess was that day when we bumped into each other and I had a good look at your eyes. I don't know if you realize this, but you have the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen-"

Charles blushed hotly, eyes wide once more as he stared at Erik. He was speechless.

"And the more I stared at your eyes that night, the more I saw this...kindness in you. I didn't see any hatred. I mean I never looked at other people directly, but I see and I feel their hatred towards me, their fear. I was used to that but you...you're different."

Charles still could not find his voice. So that was why Erik behaved the way he did.

"Now that I know that you are attracted to me, the way I am attracted to you...I couldn't bear the thought of hurting you. I want this to stop, whatever stupid shit I have been doing to you. But I know we can't because you and me, we are complete opposites. I'm supposed to be the mean kid in school; I'm supposed to be an ass towards everyone, especially to you-"

"Oh Erik," Charles finally found his voice. He glanced about, making sure no one was around and then he was the one that reached for Erik's hand and caressed it in his own. Erik gasped softly at Charles's touch, wanting it to last longer.

"You know, I was angry at myself for having these feelings towards you. I mean, please understand, I thought it was all very gay and I was starting to question my own sexuality, but the more I thought of you, the more I realized I don't even care about what's normal or what's not. All I know is this wanting in me to be with you-"

Charles still kept holding his hand, his face still flushed. He had wanted to say something to Erik for some time now.

"You're my first kiss, Erik-"

Erik chuckled and then he was the one blushing."Some first kiss, right?"

Charles's smile brightened."Yes,"

Erik wanted to kiss him there in the library, but he knew he would be crossing some boundary with Charles if he did that so he settled with holding his hand. He murmured these words next,

"I don't want you to be afraid of me Charles. I'm just going with what my mind and my body's telling me; by what my heart is telling me. It's as if my entire being is just screaming and begging to be with you. To...touch you-"

Charles felt as if he was running with a fever just by listening to Erik and just by holding his hand, wondering if the other can feel how hot he was getting. This passion in Erik was startlingly attractive and very flattering. He was almost tempted to match that passion with his own.

"So this thing that's happening between us...the only way for us to be together...is for us to be secret l-lovers?" Charles felt awkward saying the word 'lover' but he didn't know how else he could say it.

"Only if you let me, Charles-"

Charles was not sure how to tell Erik that not only was he afraid of the act they are about to perpetrate, he was also afraid that Erik would see what he really felt inside, how dark his own desire runs and that if they consummate this with sex, he was not sure if he could stop. Erik would see this secret self he had been hiding from everyone else. He sighed and met Erik's eyes again.

"I don't know how things will turn out. We don't know exactly what will happen once we start this, but I guess the only way for us to know is if we just do it-"

Erik's smile widened. Charles was fascinated by how toothy and slightly disturbing his smile is. Still, there was something winsome about it at the same time.

"It's settled then. I'll give you time to prepare for me. Wait for me at your window-"

"Ok," Charles said, slightly dazed by what they had been discussing. Then, Erik took out a book from his bag that made Charles's jaw drop. The title read 'The Ultimate Anal sex Guide book for men'.

"I've been, you know, reading intensively like you told me to and I got this book that has a lot of pointers on how to have sex with a man. It's very interesting-"

"Oh my God, Erik! Seriously?" Charles gasped out.

Erik quirked an eyebrow at Charles's incredulity.

"Well I want to be able to please you and I wanted to do this right-"

"H-how did you come by such a book? It's not something you would find here in the library-"

"I stole it," Erik said simply.

"What?"

"Listen, this book tells me that honesty and openness with your partner will develop trust that will heighten the intensity of one's sexual experience. So I'm being honest with you. I stole it from a bookstore. It's not exactly a wholesome read and I wouldn't have been caught dead buying this-"

Because of the seriousness of the way Erik explained his actions, Charles couldn't help the sudden laughter that rose from his throat. It started with a snort, then it became a loud cackling, uncontrollable laughter and it was somewhat infectious. Erik began to laugh with him that the librarian had to shush both of them. They are pounding at each other's backs, their breaths hitching as they tried hard to control themselves. Charles wiped at the tears of happiness from his eyes as he looked on affectionately towards Erik, who looked over at him the same way. At least he did not feel nervous like he was before Erik talked with him.

They parted ways after because Erik had to meet up with his friends. Charles felt the rush of fear come back to him again when he got back home and was all alone in his bedroom. He was running all over, putting aside his used clothes in the laundry hamper and cleaning up. Raven was out on a date and will probably be back late. Charles ate dinner with his parents and then he hurried to get to the bathroom and take a bath for Erik. He scrubbed himself thoroughly and brushed his teeth and then he stared at his reflection in the mirror.

Erik had admired his blue eyes. He didn't think they were anything special. He thought Erik's eyes were far more interesting. He couldn't quite tell if they were blue-green or gray-green or just green. He smiled nervously to himself, and then hating how he looked like in the mirror, he let out a sigh, heading for his closet and wondering what he would wear for tonight. All his clothes looked pretty faded and out of fashion because he never had much of a fashion sense to begin with. He thought he should wear his favorite blue cardigan, but that would be stupid because he was going to bed. Maybe a t-shirt and shorts? Charles found that worrying over such particulars made him feel foolish so he grabbed his striped, pale blue pajamas. What the hell, Erik was going to take it off of him later anyway-

He felt his cheeks grow hot again at that thought. He paced a bit before his bed, looking at the clock. It was seven fifteen. His lower lip trembled. Erik was coming to him soon.

Relax yourself! Just try to relax-

Charles was trying to calm down even though he was a nervous mess at the thought of him and Erik in bed. Together. He picked up a book and tried to read, but he kept reading the same line, over and over and could not get past it because his eyes had glazed over with his dark thoughts. He decided to watch some movie on his laptop, which was on his desk to help wile away the time. Then, he heard the soft tap upon the glass of his window. Charles was frozen in place for a moment. He turned off his laptop, took off his glasses and folded it, leaving them on his desk and turned to face the direction of the window.

Erik was standing on the other side, leaning on the sill and watching him. Charles did not move for a while. Slowly and awkwardly he stood up and went to the double door windows, opening them so Erik can come inside. Charles could feel the cold air from outside, whipping both at his and Erik's hair and then he closed windows. Erik gave him a brief, meaningful look and then, as if feeling at home already, Erik went to Charles's bed and sat on it, hands out and propping himself up as he leaned back to continue looking at Charles, a soft smile forming on his lips.

Charles still stood by the window, standing there silently as he gawked back at Erik. Erik was wearing his favorite black leather jacket, with the red piping at the collar and his standard outfit of black shirt and ripped jeans. Erik had bent down and began to take his black boots off along with his socks and then he tapped at the coverlet with one hand. He gestured with his head.

"Come here," he said in that rough, yet silky voice of his.

Charles visibly shuddered and then he let out a shaky breath.

Oh God! Can I do this? I can't believe this is happening-

Charles sat stiffly next to Erik; feeling as if his skin was already on fire just with the press of the other's clothed body. Erik turned in a sideways sitting position, not saying anything else, lifting his hands up and turning Charles around too. He bent his head and slowly began to kiss Charles. Instantly, Charles's eyes became heavy with want. He awkwardly lifted a hand up to touch Erik's chest as they continued to make out. Erik was gentle and not forceful as he kept on kissing Charles. Then, Erik was slowly trying to make him lie back in bed, making it so he was now on top of Charles, lower bodies grinding against each other as they kept on kissing. Without breaking their kiss, Erik was taking off his leather jacket and he let it fall to the floor, moaning into Charles's mouth as he moved. Charles desperately clung to his mouth, wanting the kissing to go on. Erik was unbuttoning the first two buttons of Charles's pajama top, tracing wet kisses around Charles's mouth and chin. He only pulled back a moment to regard Charles, whose red mouth was slightly open, waiting for more kisses. Erik's eyes were dark with his own arousal.

"Did you lock the door, Charles?" Erik gasped out.

"Uh-huh," Charles moaned and was reaching for Erik's face, kissing him passionately, grinding his body up against Erik's and running his hands restlessly over the other's back and neck, plunging his hands into Erik's silken hair and forcing him closer. The kissing was getting hotter, more frantic as they continued. Charles had wrapped his legs around Erik's waist and was moaning into the kisses. Then, his eyes fluttered open when he realized he did not lock the door. He pushed Erik roughly away from himself and he rolled clumsily to the side of the bed, landing on his hip with a meaty thud. He uttered a soft cry.

"Charles? What happened?"Charles's mother called out. She sounded like she was just right outside the door.

Both Erik and Charles froze, staring at each other in shocked silence, wondering if she heard them making out. Erik dove silently for the side of Charles's bed, hiding himself. Charles tried to make himself presentable and called out.

"Nothing, I just fell out of bed-"

Then Charles's mother opened the door and looked in at Charles. The room was dim, only lit by the lamplight at Charles's bedside table; she did not see the fevered blush on his face or his ruined state.

"Aren't you a little old to be diving around in your bed?" She scolded him gently. Charles tried to smile at her, albeit nervously, but she did not notice it.

"Sorry, Mom," The less he said, the less oddness she would notice in his actions.

"It's movie night for me and dad in our room. Do you want to join us?"

Charles shook his head and continued to smile at her sweetly.

"Well good night, then-"She finally said and closed the door behind her. He waited a few more moments, making sure she was really gone before he moved.

"Oh fuck it!" Charles hissed out, exasperated with his clumsiness, bringing a hand to his face and slapping it over his eyes. He immediately locked the door and for good measure, he even pulled up a chair and placed it against the door.

"I'm so stupid! Christ!" Charles kept on berating himself as he went back to bed. Erik was already on the rumpled sheets, sitting with his legs crossed, chuffing out laughter as if the whole thing was amusing to him. Charles pouted as he sat next to Erik, eyeing him mistrustfully.

"You think I'm stupid, right?" He glared at the other, challenging him to say something snide.

"Not at all. I thought you were cute-"

"Cute? I don't feel cute right this moment! I feel-"Then Erik shut him up with a deep and lingering kiss, putting a hand to his burning cheek and guiding him back to lie down on top of his body. Erik kept kissing him until the other softened and pulled back, sighing, eyes heavy with arousal once more. He had his hands restlessly moving over Erik's chest, looking into the other's eyes. Erik sat up straight, helping Charles up to a sitting position in front of him and he continued to unbutton Charles's pajama top, letting it slide down. He gently caressed the skin between Charles's chest, one thumb playfully teasing at a nipple. Charles let out a gasp, his face registering pleasure at the touch.

"Do you want to touch me too? You can if you want to-"Erik invited him, speaking in a low, throaty voice. Charles bit his lower lip in anticipation and then he reached for the hem of Erik's shirt and slid his hand underneath, slowly tracing his hands over Erik's well-muscled torso, doing the same thing and teasing at one nipple, making Erik sigh lustily. Charles slowly lifted his shirt off and Erik helped him by lifting both arms up so Charles can undress him. Charles threw the shirt down on the floor next to Erik's leather jacket. Charles then softly moved his hand down to cup at Erik's clothed sex, feeling the hard-on that was already jutting angrily in the other's pants. It made Erik moan and close his eyes. Erik couldn't stand it anymore. He grabbed Charles and forced him down onto the bed and was kissing him hungrily like how he did it on the beach. His tongue was sliding into Charles's mouth hotly. Charles moaned while being kissed, trying to return that frantic, hungry kiss Erik was giving him. It was so hot, so hot it felt like he was burning with a fever.

Erik suddenly pulled back; gasping, intensely aroused and then he sat up straight and hurriedly unbuckled his belt with trembling fingers. Charles sat up next to him and started to kiss his neck, licking and sucking at the skin, running his hands over Erik's exposed body. Erik pushed his pants down along with his underwear and he shimmied it off of himself. His erection bobbed up as if with a life of its own and Charles bit his lower lip again at the sight of it. Erik got up from the bed, pushed Charles back and pulled his pajama bottom away, flinging it to the floor along with his own clothes and then he was climbing on top of Charles, whose legs were parted open. Charles's eyes widened with a sudden apprehension, looking on at Erik's darkening desire for him. Erik crushed his chest next to Charles as he engulfed the other in another hungering and roughly possessive kiss.

Erik broke the kiss again and looked down desperately at Charles, both of them gasping in each other's faces.

"We'll go slow, ok Charles? Tell me when you are ready for me-"

"Erik, I'm scared-"Charles said softly, giving Erik a worried gaze.

"Shh, I'll make it go away. I'll make you feel good-"Erik said as he kissed Charles's temple. Charles felt tears well in his eyes as Erik kissed him again on the lips.

Erik kept his promise and made Charles feel so aroused that his fear was slowly ebbing out of him. Erik was giving him another hand job while kissing him, moving on top of him with slow, sensuous motions, his hands sliding up and down Charles's already fully erect cock. Charles was moaning and restlessly moving on top of the sheets, his fingers clutching and unclutching at the fabric, his head turning from side to side as Erik went on. Erik had parted his thighs and worked on his manhood with both hands, quickening and tightly squeezing.

"Ohhhh," Charles moaned quietly, opening his closed eyes and looking at what Erik was doing to please him. Erik was bent over him, giving him a quick, sloppy kiss from time to time as he continued, their tongues meeting and playfully sparring before diving into a full-on kiss.

Then Erik suddenly stopped and was leering down at Charles, giving him a naughty smile.

Charles blinked, gazing up at Erik, giving him a confused stare. "Erik?"

"I want to do something-"He stood up and he gestured for Charles to sit up on the side of the bed.

"Don't move," he said in a sibilant voice and then he went down on his knees before Charles, holding the other in his heated gaze as he lifted one hand up to grip Charles's sex and the other hand went to his hip.

Charles was gasping in anticipation over what Erik was intending to do to him. Erik brought his face closer to Charles's cock and kissed the tip of it softly. Then, his tongue met with it. The licking was slow and contemplative, as if he was licking an ice-cream cone.

"O-oohhh God!" Charles moaned. He was awkwardly sitting there, not sure of what to do with his hands, he had both hands up and was balling them into tight fists.

Then Erik took his entire length deep into his mouth and he began to suck fervently, his head bobbing up and down on Charles's angrily throbbing cock. Erik may not be an expert, but what he lacked in experience, he made up for with his intensity and his enthusiasm to give Charles a blow-job. Just hearing Charles crying out louder, moaning and sobbing as he sat there, made him feel so aroused. He had closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation of Charles's cock in his mouth, which the other was pushing deep into his throat. Charles was involuntarily canting his hips to meet Erik's hot mouth. He was rolling his head about restlessly, his own eyes shut as he relished this amazing sensation Erik was giving him with that mouth. He faintly realized he was crying out loudly and tried to stop himself, gasping breathlessly instead. He brought his fist up and bit down hard into his knuckles to prevent any further noise to issue from his mouth. Erik was going faster and he himself was thrusting hard into Erik's face so that his pubic hair brushed up against Erik's nose. Erik blindly reached out and guided Charles's leg to rest at his back as he worked to pleasure Charles.

"Erik, Erik! Oh God! I can't stand it anymore!" Charles moaned out as he brought both his hands down to hold on to Erik's head and bucking forward faster, losing his rhythmic thrusting. Then, the blissful release came. He felt the throes of orgasm overtake him and his come spilled out of him hotly. Erik's eyes opened wide in surprise, he momentarily gagged, but he swallowed Charles's come and he pulled back, wiping at his mouth with his palm. So this is how Charles tasted like. He was still trying to recover, gasping for breath raggedly and looking down at Erik with lust-sated eyes. He thought Erik was done, but Erik kept on kneeling before him and held on to both his hips this time. He planted a kiss on Charles's belly and then he held the other's still tender cock in his hand. Charles drew in a sharp intake of breath and then he let it out in a hitching gasp.

"Oh no, I'm still-"Charles did not get to finish what he had to say.

Erik took his member and began to kiss and lick at it gently. Charles shut his eyes tight, the tears coming this time. He sobbed quietly as Erik kept on raining sweet, impossible kisses upon his cock. Charles tried not to cry out again. He was still feeling too sensitive, but Erik started to suck at him with abandon, seductively licking at the head and the underside of his cock, drumming his tongue upon it.

"Aaaahhh...Ahhhh..."Charles moaned.

He didn't know if he could take anymore of this. He felt like he was going to lose his mind. His cock went hard again inside Erik's mouth and the other went faster and faster, sucking so passionately that his cheeks were distended with his efforts to please Charles. Charles trembled, his head turned to the side, his eyes shut tight and his mouth hung open, his tongue slightly lolling out as his body lost all control. Erik's head was pulling back and forth frantically over him now as he kept in time to Charles's hitching sobs and moans. He hoped his parents were watching their movie with the volume up loud because he could not control himself from moaning and crying out the way he did. Erik stopped again and looked appreciatively at Charles's throbbing sex then up to his face, which looked desperate and insane with lust.

"Erik, w-why did you stop?" Charles complained, caressing his face and wanting him to continue.

Erik was giving him a dark and leering grin again and then he stood up and sat on the edge of the bed next to Charles, pushing him back into the pillows.

"I want you to play with yourself while I watch-"He whispered hotly against Charles's cheek and then he sat back, waiting for Charles to obey.

Charles was already flushed red, but it seems his cheeks reddened even more, the sweat darkening his hair and trickling down his still fevered body. His eyes are still heavy with this dark lust that overtook him. Charles let out a trembling breath.

"I'm embarrassed-"He looked away, nibbling at his own lower lip.

Erik kissed his cheek gently. "Pretend I'm not here, close your eyes. Do it like you did before when I saw you from outside your window-"

Charles sighed softly, lying back upon the pillows. He closed his eyes and slowly traced his own palm down his belly...going down to his groin and finding his still erect manhood, begging to be relieved. He touched himself more seductively because even if he pretended Erik was not there, he couldn't blot out the other's presence. He wanted Erik to see how aroused he is, even though he felt ashamed. His own hands quickened; tightened and caressed his own manhood. Erik was watching him hungrily, wanting so badly to take Charles then and there. He was actually touching himself as he watched Charles. Charles's pink tongue darted out of his mouth and licked at his own lips slowly, a low moan building in his throat. Erik made a strange grunting noise and then he stopped Charles from finishing, grabbing both of Charles's wrist. Charles opened his eyes and looked at Erik in surprise. Then, his expression dissolved into that tragic look of want as he struggled against Erik's grip.

"Erik I can't stand it anymore, let me finish-"Charles sobbed.

"No," Erik said gruffly and then he forced Charles to turn around, positioning a pillow beneath Charles's belly. Charles could do nothing but let Erik continue, wanting to understand what Erik was up to, even through this mad need to release himself. Erik gently forced him to part his legs and then Erik kissed his shoulder.

"Sorry if I was rough there for a bit. I'm doing this for you, understand?"

Charles continued to sob into the pillows, nodding and then he let out a surprised gasp when Erik began rubbing some lubricant at his behind, gently massaging it at his wrinkled and pink hole. Charles reddened again with embarrassment. He didn't know if he could let this go on. It was getting more indecent and more depraved than what he would have wanted it to be, but Erik was gentle and was kissing his back and his behind, telling him to calm down. One of his fingers slipped into Charles's hole and was gently prodding there, as if he was trying to test at the tensing flesh. Charles at first was too ashamed to do anything else but endure Erik. He did not find anything pleasurable in what the other was doing now. Then, Charles started in shock, his eyes widening even more and his mouth hung open as Erik pressed at some sort of sensitive gland inside him. This must be what Erik was trying to look for. That hidden pleasure center within.

"Aaahhhh," Charles moaned tensely, his back arching at the sudden heat and the delicious sensation it gave him.

Erik made a pleased sound, his expression growing excited as he watched how aroused Charles was getting. He pulled back and pried into Charles with two more fingers, then three and was moving around inside him and pressing repeatedly at that spot that had Charles quaking and moaning. He did this for some time, Charles was wantonly moving his own body to meet Erik's fingers and then he was reaching for his aching sex, but Erik stopped him.

"Let me come Erik! Please!" Charles sobbed again as he tried to free himself from Erik's grip. His entire body was dripping with sweat, his eyes rolling in a crazed, unfocused way as the violent need to orgasm went through him.

"Do you want it that badly?"Erik purred into his ear, licking at his earlobe seductively.

"Yes, Oh God! Erik, please take me-"Charles crooned out, his entire body trembling. Erik added more lubricant to Charles's hole, and then he slathered some on his own sex and then he slid into Charles's tightness. Erik thought he was going to explode before he even fully entered Charles. So tight. Charles bit down hard on his lower lip and propped himself up on his elbows, a trembling and moaning mess, tears falling from his blue eyes that despaired for this unendurable arousal to end. At the same time, he felt that searing heat, a faint flash of pain as Erik pounded his hips up into him. All these sensations are shattering right into something within Charles, his sanity perhaps or his very soul. His own hand finally reached for his sex and was frantically punishing himself as he neared some explosive climax he had never felt before. The leash finally broke. Both he and Erik were like grunting, sweat-slick animals, mad to fuck each other, trying to reach that white-hot release and when it came, Charles almost screamed in his ecstasy, but bit down on the pillow instead and made low gasping groans into it. Erik himself made some strangled choked sound when he came. They didn't move for a while as the orgasm rebounded within them. Charles could still feel the blood rushing inside him, his heart hammering in his chest, reaching up to between his ears, lying there gasping and clutching at the pillows. He was still trembling slightly, while Erik was lying on top of his back, breathing harshly as he tried to recover. He kissed the back of Charles's head.

"Charles, how did it feel?" Erik asked him softly.

"It was...something," Charles didn't know how to describe it.

Erik sighed and pulled out of him, and they went to lie down on their sides, facing each other. They stared at each other quietly for some time. Both of them fell asleep, but they slept for only a few hours and then Erik woke up with a gasp as he felt Charles touching his sex and playing with it under the sheets. Charles was nuzzling Erik's neck and lifted his face up to show Erik he wanted to have sex again, giving the other a heated gaze.

"More?"

"Yes, more-"Charles moaned and kissed him desperately and they started again.

It was almost nearing morning, but they were still awake, fucking frantically and hungrily kissing each other for hours. Charles was straddled atop Erik's lap, his legs wrapped around Erik's back as they started to slow it down and was grinding and moving against each other more softly. Charles had Erik in a loose embrace, looking down at the other tenderly, the way Erik wanted Charles to always look at him. Charles's legs tightened as he orgasmed again, pressing his face to Erik's neck, his mouth hung open as the throes of another climax went through him. Erik followed after, his own embrace tightening on Charles and then he sighed contentedly at Charles's shoulder.

"Charles, you awake?" It was Raven; she just got back from her date and was softly calling for him at his door.

Erik and Charles stopped to listen, still holding on to each other, not saying a word. Erik suddenly kissed Charles and bit on his lower lip again. Raven didn't say anything more and probably left. Erik rolled Charles onto the bed so that they could continue kissing.

Charles must have fallen asleep because he woke up with a start when he realized he did not hear his alarm clock ring and it was already broad daylight. He sat up quickly and saw that Erik was lying next to him in bed. He was still here. He shook Erik's shoulder.

"Erik! Wake up! We'll be late for school!"Charles looked at his watch again and estimated he won't make it, but he had to do something to get to school as quick as possible. Erik blearily opened his eyes and smiled at Charles.

"So what? Let's just stay in and make out-"

"Erik! I can't do that! I have to get to school!" Charles left him there and went to take a quick bath, brush his teeth and then he hurriedly put on his pants and rummaged his closet for a long sleeved pullover sweater. He didn't have time to wear his button down shirts and he won't be able to eat any breakfast. When he got out, Erik was wearing the same clothes he wore from yesterday, his hair standing out crazily on his head.

"You won't be late yet, I'll drive us there. Your bus must have already passed by-"

"Ok, let's go then-"

Erik bent forward and showed Charles his cheek."Kiss first,"

Charles rolled his eyes, but he smiled and kissed Erik's cheek."Now let's go!"

Erik had his car parked on the lot across from Charles's house. Erik went out the window while Charles went out the front door and they met at the lot. Erik drove like a lunatic. Although he ran through one red light, they were able to make it to school in time, with Erik dropping Charles off to the back gate so no one would see they were together.

But someone did see them together. Mr Logan had just parked his car in the school parking lot and saw them both still inside Erik's car. He furrowed his brow again at the sight he is seeing before him. What is up with those two? Mr Logan was suddenly curious to know and he decided he will be giving Erik Lehnsherr a close watch.

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