new story: amateur (x-men, raven/charles)

[schmerica]

So, huh, on the list of things I thought I might be writing next, "Raven/Charles teenage make-outs after one of Charles's unsuccessful dates" was really, really not on the list. I feel like this is partly introductory's fault, because I'm pretty sure I barely thought about this pairing before I friended them.

Amateur
by Pearl-o

X-men: First Class. Raven/Charles (Charles/other girls), R, ~1000 words. Underage - takes place sometime in their teenage years. Thank you to anoneknewmoose for looking it over.

Summary: Charles looks at her with his deep, moony eyes, and Raven reminds herself that she has no reason to feel sorry for his case of blue balls.

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Raven likes to pretend she doesn't wait up for Charles on the nights he goes out on dates, because when she thinks about it, it's a little embarrassing. Better to act like it's just a coincidence that she's always there in the study when he gets home, curled up on the couch with her hot cocoa and a mystery novel.

(Someone needs to look out for Charles, anyway. Raven's always known that. And there isn't anyone else to do it.)

Truthfully, Charles seems to take it for granted that she be there. When he gets home, he takes off his shoes at the doorway, before walking toward her. He sits on the edge of the cushion, trapping her legs between him and the back of the couch, and lets his head fall back behind him.

Raven marks her place in the book and sets it aside on the table.

"I don't understand girls, Raven," Charles tells her.

"That's always been obvious, sweetie," Raven says. She sits up a little, pushing him with her foot, until they're sitting sideways and facing each other. "I take it it didn't go well?"

Charles sighs, pulling a hand through his hair. "It was going well until the end."

"You got slapped again, didn't you," Raven says, not quite a question. The grimace on Charles's face is answer enough. "You're too pushy, Charles, that's your problem."

He shakes his head. "I don't understand why! She wanted it, just as much as I did. Every thought in her head said so."

"Obviously not every thought, or she wouldn't have slapped you," Raven said. "Anyway, Charles, you know it's different for girls."

Charles looks at her with his deep, moony eyes, and Raven reminds herself that she has no reason to feel sorry for his case of blue balls.

"I know," Charles says. "I wouldn't have- I'm an arse sometimes."

"Sometimes?" Raven says. She cuts it with a smile, leans forward to kiss his cheek. "What you need to do, Charles, is listen to what they say, not what they think."

"Yes, well, that's more difficult than it sounds."

Raven presses her lips together for a moment before she makes the decision. She shifts in a moment into the short, curvy, dark-haired body of the girl Charles saw earlier. Katie, that was her name; she'd seen her at school plenty of times.

Charles's eyes go wide.

"Don't read my mind," Raven says.

"Raven-" Charles starts, but she's not sure he even knows what he's going to say.

Raven interrupts him, anyway. "You can kiss me," she says, letting Katie's voice go as prissy as it can.

She waits. She can feel Charles moving closer to her, his face to her face, and then he stops. His breath is warm when he exhales, and she opens her a mouth a little in anticipation. Part of her is still surprised when he actually kisses her, nonetheless.

It's gentle, sweet. She's not sure how many minutes go by like that before she pulls away and opens her eyes.

Charles's hands are balled into fists, clutched tightly into the material of his pants. His eyes are dilated, looking at her with a kind of surprise.

"Good," Raven says, smiling at him. "You're following directions. All right. You can touch me now."

Charles raises his hand but pauses, letting it hang still in the air between them. Raven takes hold of him and guides him to her chest, palming the heavy weight of her breast through her shirt. Katie's breasts are smaller than Raven's, but that's all right. Charles squeezes her softly, brushes his thumb over her nipple, and it feels better than Raven expected it to. She gasps in a breath, sitting up a little straighter.

Charles gives her a knowing smile. She's so familiar with his smirk, but this is different. "May I?" Charles says, his voice low, and he pulls on the edge of her pajama top with his free hand.

"I -- yes, okay," Raven says, and she moves with him as he pulls off her top and throws it on the floor. It's cold enough in the room that she shivers a little at the feeling of all her bare skin, and all of Charles's attention is on her (Katie's) nipples where they point straight out.

"May I kiss you again?" Charles says politely.

"I suppose," Raven says, like she doesn't care either way, she's just doing Charles a favor. She closes her eyes again.

Charles is less gentle this time, more hungry, and she likes that. His shirt is a little scratchy against her skin where he's hugging her close and pressing them against each other. She puts her hands around his waist, pulls his shirt out where it's tucked into his trousers, and then her hands are on his warm back. It feels lovely. There's something hard and solid pressing against her that has to be his penis, and something about the feeling makes her want to do nothing else but push back against him.

When she twists her head to take in a shaky breath, Charles moves his mouth to her throat and sucks, and Raven makes a squeaky noise she's never heard from herself or anybody before.

Charles's laugh against her skin tickles; she trembles all over. One of his hands is still kneading his breast, but he places the other on her knee. "May I touch you here?" he says, pulling at the fabric between two fingers.

Raven takes a deep breath, counts to five, and tries to think. She tries to look into Charles's eyes, but he's looking down, his gaze still fixed steadily on Raven's bare breasts. He licks his lips as Raven watches, and she wants very badly to say yes. But--

"No," Raven says, and she shifts back into her usual blond form. Charles's hand jerks back from her breast as if he was scalded, and he looks up to her with a shocked expression.

"No?" he repeats.

"No," Raven says. She leans in and kisses him quickly one more time, barely a peck, before she stands up. She pulls her shirt back over her head and says, "I'm doing you a favor, Charles."

"Some favor," Charles mutters.

"You need to learn how to take rejection gracefully," she says, not quite looking back at him. She's trying to get her breathing back to normal, but she still sounds out of breath. "Besides, your own right hand is your best friend."

"Raven!" Charles says, and even after everything else he still sounds scandalized, and she can't help but laugh.

"Good night, darling," Raven says, and then she's out of the room before either of them can say anything else.

Comments

[citizenjess.livejournal.com]

Aaand the blue balls continue. Poor Charles. Oh, Raven. ♥

[zombieboyband.livejournal.com]

YESSS. This was hot. I was going to say "and they're not dysfunctional here, awesome!" about how they are pretty friendly to each other, but, uh, then it is kind of incesty so I guess it's just a different type of dysfunctional. WHATEVER, I LIKE IT.

[citizenjess.livejournal.com]

What, it's ~functional~ incest? I'll uh, I'll be over here, yeah.

[zombieboyband.livejournal.com]

it is a very ~polite~ style of incest. Charles is all MAY I KISS YOU. Possibly a please would have gotten him slightly further, tsk.

[citizenjess.livejournal.com]

She just wants him to learn manners, gosh.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Hahaha, Raven is teaching him a really valuable lesson about consent, okay, he has to learn to use his words. It's a shame he probably will not take away from the lesson other than "Girls! They be crazy!" but, you know.

Anyway, now he can go jerk off in his boyhood bedroom Erik is going to fuck him in in 10 or 15 years. IT ALL COMES TOGETHER.

[zombieboyband.livejournal.com]

Honestly, it's not that hard, Charles.

And by it I do not mean your dick, because that is.

"USE YOUR WORDS CHARLES"

[citizenjess.livejournal.com]

It totally does; and Erik really likes Charles to talk during sex anyways, so it works out in more ways than one.

[citizenjess.livejournal.com]

Yeah, that uh, that's pretty much a given. You should go take care of that, Charles, b'fore it pokes someone in the eye, sweetie.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

I love how you don't even mean "pretty friendly" as a euphemism. But yeah, I mean, they do really love and care for each other. But on the other hand, pseudo-incest, and also, like - I don't know, it's kind of sad, because Raven is pretty convinced that Charles doesn't want her for her; maybe he wants the girl from his date she's pretending to be, or maybe he's just so teenage horny desperate that she could be anyone, but either way she's pretty sure actual sexing would be a mistake.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

I feel like both of them are too young and naive at this point to realize that they'd kind of be into Raven domming Charles anyway.

Re: "USE YOUR WORDS CHARLES"

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

He gets much further with the ladies at Oxford with his fancy pick-up lines than he did being Mr Grabbyhands, too, I'm sure.

I really do kind of want all the teenage Charles jerking off fic. Ahh, how my underage kink rears its head in every fandom.

[citizenjess.livejournal.com]

Fortunately, um, we are not too young for those kinds of realizations.

Re: "USE YOUR WORDS CHARLES"

[citizenjess.livejournal.com]

I um, so it's not teenage Charles, per se, but I think we're all in the same groove this evening, 'cause yeah:

The first time is mostly about her. Charles has a long, black, leather couch in his office, the kind that therapists use, on which Jean and several of his other students have all taken up residence on frequently throughout the years. Jean spreads herself out on it now, her long hair floating around her like that of a mythical sea creature, her pale, pink thighs quivering slightly, even as she opens them for Charles. He places a hand on her bare stomach and smiles up at her. "If you've changed your mind about this ..." he begins, intent on assuring her that he understands and that this is only ever about what she wants, but Jean cuts him off, clutching at her breasts (she's wearing pink nail polish, Charles notices, and her fingers are very well-manicured) and frowning needily up at him.

He bends slowly, parting her folds carefully, first with his fingers, and then lapping at her cunt with his tongue, around the clit and then plunging in deeper, until Jean is gasping and practically straddling his head with her thighs and he has to clutch at her hips to keep her from arching off of the chair altogether. When he switches momentarily to long, languid swipes with his tongue, she relaxes somewhat, and he reaches up and begins leisurely fumbling with her breasts, tugging lightly at her nipples, pinching and cupping, until she's gasping and moaning prettily beneath him and comes with a shriek that she muffles by biting the back of her own hand. "God ..." Jean shivers, and Charles politely wipes his mouth with a tissue, and helps her into a sitting position. "You don't have to do anything in return," he begins to tell her, but then she's shoving herself anew into his lap, and her skin is warm and flushed as she wraps her limbs around him, and he lets himself give in.

So. Right.

[zombieboyband.livejournal.com]

AMEN TO THAT.

Man, they could figure it out...uh...SOMEHOW I DON'T KNOW HOW DO NORMAL PEOPLE LEARN THESE THINGS. I am the wrong person to offer inspo.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

idk, I feel like they are too dense to get it together! It's such a shame, too, because I feel like it would really help their relationship.

Re: "USE YOUR WORDS CHARLES"

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Ahhhh vaguely dirty wrong Charles going down on a girl! Yessss.

[zombieboyband.livejournal.com]

I usually don't like the logic of "Charles does do xyz because he doesn't SEE himself as that kind of person," but I do kind of think that Charles doesn't see himself, as, like. Incesty. And he either does see Raven as a sister, or wants to. But then everything else, oh, yes, how Raven can't know if Charles would kiss anyone, or if it's about the other girl. It's definitely not about her, and she knows it. So deliciously complicated, and so very bad for Raven, really, all that uncertainty.

I love the line about her making Katie's voice as prissy as possible, by the way.

Re: "USE YOUR WORDS CHARLES"

[citizenjess.livejournal.com]

POLITELY!

[citizenjess.livejournal.com]

Their ~sexual~ relationship ... sorry, I'm totally not helping.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

Yeah, this is something Charles is going to look back on and be kind of horrified with himself for, feeling like he was taking advantage of her somehow. AND THEY WILL NEVER EVER TALK ABOUT IT.

Re: "USE YOUR WORDS CHARLES"

[zombieboyband.livejournal.com]

mostly about her. unf. This implies some scheming to me, somehow, like Charles plans for the first one to be that way, implying that later ones may go differently.

I love the details, nail polish and all, and I love Jean straddling his head, and, man, all the fic in the world with Charles+telepath ladies+Charles's tongue, plz.

[pearl-o.livejournal.com]

I feel like by the time Raven discovers how much she gets off on ordering dudes around, she's already in the Brotherhood. I'm pretty sure Erik would let her walk on his back in high heels, anyway.

[zombieboyband.livejournal.com]

I FEEL LIKE I CAN TRUST YOU TO MAKE THE FRAT BOY JOKE WHEN I AM OFF MY GAME

IT IS A BEAUTIFUL FEELING, THIS TRUST

Re: "USE YOUR WORDS CHARLES"

[citizenjess.livejournal.com]

I actually have it as, Jean kinda wants Charles and he's like "um at least wait until you are 18 so I don't go to jail kthx," and he expects her to forget, and well, she does not. So then he has to eat her out? It's actually a five-part story - like, ~the ballad of Charles and Jean's sexual relationship~, in five movements. I think I should have greater Shame Issues about it, but like you, I really just want to write about how good Charles is at cunnilingus, so.