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schmericashare your tin man heart
by Pearl-o
Charles/Erik, NC-17, ~1200 words, set in same universe as wasn't just the same sad song and above these indifferent stars. Takes place fairly early in their relationship. For![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
zombieboyband because WHY NOT.
Warnings: Underage drinking! Underage sexing while drinking!
(Just as a note, I've been pretty vague on exactly what time period these are set in, but for reference, the alcohol purchase legal age in New York State was 18 or 19 until the mid-1980s. The more you know!)
*****
It's not as if Charles had never had alcohol before, because of course he had, glasses of wine with dinner or toasts as weddings now and then. But it was also true he'd never really drank, definitely never been drunk. And it turned out there was a difference.
Erik had opened the bottle before handing it to him, and Charles had taken his first sip and made a face. "I don't think I like beer."
Erik's expression had been amusing; he almost looked offended. "Of course you like beer," he said firmly. And now - a few hours later - Charles is forced to concede. He does like beer. He likes the way it makes him feel warm and lazy all over, the way it made the lines on Erik's face fade a little, makes Erik open enough to talk and tell him stories. He likes the way Erik's lap is the most comfortable place on earth right now, and how even though Erik's drunk just as much as Charles has, he's still together enough to hold Charles steady and keep them both balanced.
Charles licks Erik's neck. "Erik. Erik, Erik, Erik."
"Charles," Erik says.
"Erik, you must pay attention to me, I'm serious."
"You're a ridiculous boy." Erik's free hand strokes through Charles's hair, ruffling it a bit. It makes Charles shiver and he wraps his arms more tightly around Erik's shoulders. They're both dressed only in their shirts and boxers now, but he's not cold. He doesn't know whether it's the alcohol or Erik's radiator or Erik himself, but he's not cold at all.
"I'm not ridiculous," Charles says. "I'm not ridiculous, you love me."
The amusement radiates from Erik's mind. Those aren't contradictory.
"Why aren't you kissing me?" Charles says.
"I didn't know you wanted to be kissed."
Charles frowns. "Don't be stupid. Erik."
Erik makes a noise low in his throat and then tilts his head, stretching forward to meet Charles's mouth with his. It's an awkward angle and he stops after a moment. "Get on the bed, and I'll kiss you."
Charles sighs, weighing for a moment in his mind how comfortable he is, before he stands up and crosses the few feet to sit on the edge of the bed. He leans back on his elbows and looks up at Erik, waiting.
He expected Erik to be smiling, from what he can feel of his mind, but instead Erik looks very serious. "Don't pout," he says, standing up. He tears his t-shirt over his head and onto the floor before he climbs on the bed after Charles.
"I'm not pouting," Charles protests. He sinks back into the mattress, pulling Erik further on top of him, so his weight presses him down everywhere.
"You are," Erik says, softly, before he nips at Charles's ear. "And you don't have to, you know I'm here. You know I'd do anything you asked of me, Charles."
"Oh," Charles says, and he arches up, rubbing his erection against Erik's through their boxer shorts.
"Just tell me what you want, and I'll do it-" Erik says, and even now most people wouldn't be able to hear the emotion in his voice, but Charles can feel it, shaking all the way through him.
"What-" Charles starts, and then has to stop a moment, before he can continue. "What do you want?"
Erik goes silent at that, catching his breath, before he's kissing Charles hard. His fingers are wrapped around Charles's biceps, pressing in so hard to the muscle it's almost painful. There are too many images in Erik's mind, too many things going by so fast that Charles can't make out a single one.
"I want," Erik says, in between messy, sloppy kisses, almost licking at Charles' mouth, "I want so badly to fuck you, Charles- I can barely stand it-"
"Oh, god," Charles says, and his hips are thrusting up so wildly that he doesn't know how Erik is still holding him down.
"Do you want that, too?" Erik whispers, as if he doesn't know the answer already, as if he needs to know.
"Yes, please, do it--" He doesn't know what to do with his hands so he settles for pulling Erik's hair, tugging at the ragged messy ends, as if he can bring Erik closer.
"Not tonight," Erik says. "Not tonight, but soon, Charles, soon. Right here- spread you open, fit me inside you-"
Charles sobs when he comes, almost angrily, kicking his foot up against Erik's leg.
When he's come back to himself, Erik is moving against him with purpose, rubbing himself against Charles's leg, breathing heavily against Charles's hair.
Charles pushes him away gently. "Wait, Erik, stop-"
Erik makes a wordless noise of protest, but he does stop, immediately. He raises himself up on his elbows, looking down worriedly to search Charles's face.
"I'm sorry," Charles says, rubbing his hands across Erik's shoulders. "I didn't mean to- I just meant. Not like that. Up here. In my- my mouth."
It's a little awkward, getting them both into position; Charles had always skipped over these in between parts in his fantasies, only the good bits. But this is better than his fantasy anyway, because it's actually Erik's cock pushing in, warm and heavy and real. It's a world away from lying in his own bed with a hand on his prick and three fingers in his mouth.
Erik kneels over his chest, one of his hands holding onto the headboard for balance, while the other holds his prick to Charles's mouth. Charles keeps his eyes shut, but Erik is thinking so loudly he can see his perspective perfectly. It's a dizzying double vision, seeing Erik's angle, and yet feeling what he does. Erik's cock feels huge, even bigger than normal, bigger than anything - and oh, that's a thought Charles hopes he isn't projecting, because Erik doesn't need to know that. But he couldn't swear to his control right now, not over anything.
Erik is being gentle, and part of Charles wants more but another part of him is glad. Erik's doing most of the work, anyway. Charles feels almost dreamy, almost in a haze, nothing but his full mouth, Erik's cock, wetwetwet, his own drool dripping out onto Erik's flesh and he can barely breathe but he likes it, it makes it exciting, and Erik's hand is soft against Charles's jaw, fingers soft against Charles's cheek, feeling his own cock through the skin.
Erik pulls off suddenly, and Charles opens his eyes to see Erik coming into his own hand, shaking silently through it. "You could've-" Charles starts, and then think My mouth, my face... and Erik moans.
They don't say anything else. Charles pulls off his soiled clothes and they arrange themselves in the bed, both on their sides, with Charles's back to Erik's front. When Charles wakes up in the middle of the night, there's a glass of water and a pair of aspirin on the dresser next to the bed, and he downs them before he returns to sleep.
by Pearl-o
Charles/Erik, NC-17, ~1200 words, set in same universe as wasn't just the same sad song and above these indifferent stars. Takes place fairly early in their relationship. For
zombieboyband because WHY NOT.Warnings: Underage drinking! Underage sexing while drinking!
(Just as a note, I've been pretty vague on exactly what time period these are set in, but for reference, the alcohol purchase legal age in New York State was 18 or 19 until the mid-1980s. The more you know!)
*****
It's not as if Charles had never had alcohol before, because of course he had, glasses of wine with dinner or toasts as weddings now and then. But it was also true he'd never really drank, definitely never been drunk. And it turned out there was a difference.
Erik had opened the bottle before handing it to him, and Charles had taken his first sip and made a face. "I don't think I like beer."
Erik's expression had been amusing; he almost looked offended. "Of course you like beer," he said firmly. And now - a few hours later - Charles is forced to concede. He does like beer. He likes the way it makes him feel warm and lazy all over, the way it made the lines on Erik's face fade a little, makes Erik open enough to talk and tell him stories. He likes the way Erik's lap is the most comfortable place on earth right now, and how even though Erik's drunk just as much as Charles has, he's still together enough to hold Charles steady and keep them both balanced.
Charles licks Erik's neck. "Erik. Erik, Erik, Erik."
"Charles," Erik says.
"Erik, you must pay attention to me, I'm serious."
"You're a ridiculous boy." Erik's free hand strokes through Charles's hair, ruffling it a bit. It makes Charles shiver and he wraps his arms more tightly around Erik's shoulders. They're both dressed only in their shirts and boxers now, but he's not cold. He doesn't know whether it's the alcohol or Erik's radiator or Erik himself, but he's not cold at all.
"I'm not ridiculous," Charles says. "I'm not ridiculous, you love me."
The amusement radiates from Erik's mind. Those aren't contradictory.
"Why aren't you kissing me?" Charles says.
"I didn't know you wanted to be kissed."
Charles frowns. "Don't be stupid. Erik."
Erik makes a noise low in his throat and then tilts his head, stretching forward to meet Charles's mouth with his. It's an awkward angle and he stops after a moment. "Get on the bed, and I'll kiss you."
Charles sighs, weighing for a moment in his mind how comfortable he is, before he stands up and crosses the few feet to sit on the edge of the bed. He leans back on his elbows and looks up at Erik, waiting.
He expected Erik to be smiling, from what he can feel of his mind, but instead Erik looks very serious. "Don't pout," he says, standing up. He tears his t-shirt over his head and onto the floor before he climbs on the bed after Charles.
"I'm not pouting," Charles protests. He sinks back into the mattress, pulling Erik further on top of him, so his weight presses him down everywhere.
"You are," Erik says, softly, before he nips at Charles's ear. "And you don't have to, you know I'm here. You know I'd do anything you asked of me, Charles."
"Oh," Charles says, and he arches up, rubbing his erection against Erik's through their boxer shorts.
"Just tell me what you want, and I'll do it-" Erik says, and even now most people wouldn't be able to hear the emotion in his voice, but Charles can feel it, shaking all the way through him.
"What-" Charles starts, and then has to stop a moment, before he can continue. "What do you want?"
Erik goes silent at that, catching his breath, before he's kissing Charles hard. His fingers are wrapped around Charles's biceps, pressing in so hard to the muscle it's almost painful. There are too many images in Erik's mind, too many things going by so fast that Charles can't make out a single one.
"I want," Erik says, in between messy, sloppy kisses, almost licking at Charles' mouth, "I want so badly to fuck you, Charles- I can barely stand it-"
"Oh, god," Charles says, and his hips are thrusting up so wildly that he doesn't know how Erik is still holding him down.
"Do you want that, too?" Erik whispers, as if he doesn't know the answer already, as if he needs to know.
"Yes, please, do it--" He doesn't know what to do with his hands so he settles for pulling Erik's hair, tugging at the ragged messy ends, as if he can bring Erik closer.
"Not tonight," Erik says. "Not tonight, but soon, Charles, soon. Right here- spread you open, fit me inside you-"
Charles sobs when he comes, almost angrily, kicking his foot up against Erik's leg.
When he's come back to himself, Erik is moving against him with purpose, rubbing himself against Charles's leg, breathing heavily against Charles's hair.
Charles pushes him away gently. "Wait, Erik, stop-"
Erik makes a wordless noise of protest, but he does stop, immediately. He raises himself up on his elbows, looking down worriedly to search Charles's face.
"I'm sorry," Charles says, rubbing his hands across Erik's shoulders. "I didn't mean to- I just meant. Not like that. Up here. In my- my mouth."
It's a little awkward, getting them both into position; Charles had always skipped over these in between parts in his fantasies, only the good bits. But this is better than his fantasy anyway, because it's actually Erik's cock pushing in, warm and heavy and real. It's a world away from lying in his own bed with a hand on his prick and three fingers in his mouth.
Erik kneels over his chest, one of his hands holding onto the headboard for balance, while the other holds his prick to Charles's mouth. Charles keeps his eyes shut, but Erik is thinking so loudly he can see his perspective perfectly. It's a dizzying double vision, seeing Erik's angle, and yet feeling what he does. Erik's cock feels huge, even bigger than normal, bigger than anything - and oh, that's a thought Charles hopes he isn't projecting, because Erik doesn't need to know that. But he couldn't swear to his control right now, not over anything.
Erik is being gentle, and part of Charles wants more but another part of him is glad. Erik's doing most of the work, anyway. Charles feels almost dreamy, almost in a haze, nothing but his full mouth, Erik's cock, wetwetwet, his own drool dripping out onto Erik's flesh and he can barely breathe but he likes it, it makes it exciting, and Erik's hand is soft against Charles's jaw, fingers soft against Charles's cheek, feeling his own cock through the skin.
Erik pulls off suddenly, and Charles opens his eyes to see Erik coming into his own hand, shaking silently through it. "You could've-" Charles starts, and then think My mouth, my face... and Erik moans.
They don't say anything else. Charles pulls off his soiled clothes and they arrange themselves in the bed, both on their sides, with Charles's back to Erik's front. When Charles wakes up in the middle of the night, there's a glass of water and a pair of aspirin on the dresser next to the bed, and he downs them before he returns to sleep.
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5/10/11 03:29 (UTC)unf
I love Charles and his ERIK ERIK I AM SERIOUS SO SERIOUS, WHY AREN'T WE SUCKING FACE, and, ugh, Erik and how he still asks like he doesn't know, because part of him doesn't.
So hot, so hot. But so many feelings. ;_;
Oh, also, how Charles has to apologize for reprimanding Erik too strongly, because Erik ~worries~. That arouses me too. Ahem.
AND NOW TO BED.
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5/10/11 04:47 (UTC)MOAR!!!
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5/10/11 05:06 (UTC)No, seriously, this is adorable. I love Charles kicking Erik in the leg when he o's, and all the fascination with Erik's big, big cock, and the dirty talk, and then the sweetness of aftermath, and yeah, just yesss. ♥
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5/10/11 05:30 (UTC)WITH A BONER.
THANK YOU.
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5/10/11 11:23 (UTC)Dude, I don't even know why Erik coming into his own hand and not making a sound is so incredibly hot, but somehow it REALLY IS. (He doesn't want to sully Charles's seventeen-year-old faaaaace. *hands*) And oh god, explicit consent kink, nngh. NNGH. Also, underaged frottage will never not by favourite. Ever.
>sjlskjalsld hi.
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5/10/11 13:51 (UTC)YOU ARE VERY DEMANDING.
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5/10/11 13:55 (UTC)I feel like the sex talk isn't something Erik does, even though he lets his guards down lower around Charles than anyone else ever, but that's the influence of the alcohol on him, just enough to let him say all these things - both the dirty talk and the emotions - that he normally wouldn't do aloud. Even more so seeing Charles so open and happy, too.
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5/10/11 14:05 (UTC)(This is random, but my favorite detail in this is Erik opening Charles's beer bottles for him. I'm not even sure he does it with his powers, is the thing. I think he'd do it anyway.)
Erik has ALL OF THE FEELINGS. And Charles is the only one who knows it. And like I said in the note, I feel like this is pretty early for them, so it's like - not that Erik doesn't trust what they have, but he doesn't take it for granted, either, like he sort of learns to do later. And like I said to
And yeah, Erik hears STOP and he stops and he thinks what's wrong what's wrong are you okay what and Charles can feel that and, uh, wants to soothe him. It's okay! Just don't want you to come before I can blow you! But, I mean, Erik doesn't want to take advantage about the underage boy he's plied with booze and lured into his bed, okay.
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5/10/11 14:11 (UTC)The thought of coming onto Charles's perfect, innocent face wouldn't even occur to him, God. The sight of Charles's mouth on his cock was already dirtier than anything he could have imagine, and then Charles has to go and up the dirty ante. (And then the explicit consent thing is just important, I think, because the alcohol has come into play.)
Boooooooooooys. Erik has to wake up early to go to work, and Charles wakes up, too, just enough to watch him get dressed and demand a kiss before he leaves, and then Charles rolls off back to sleep in Erik's bed for a few more hours.
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5/10/11 20:52 (UTC)Booooooys! Why are you so lovely together! *_*
(I just checked your AO3 account for like the third time, um, apparently I want a download of this really bad. *shifty eyes*)
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6/10/11 01:52 (UTC)Sorry! I felt weird about posting in on AO3, idk, because it didn't really feel like a real story to me, just like ... here's some porn! But it's up now! <3
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6/10/11 01:53 (UTC)NEVER APOLOGIZE FOR BONERS, MADAM. Unless it's like a slow dance or being pressed close against someone in an elevator or subway car or something. Then you probably should.
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6/10/11 02:47 (UTC)BEST COMMENT EVER.
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6/10/11 02:53 (UTC)BTW. POSTING PATCHES 'FIC. LIKE RIGHT NOW.
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6/10/11 03:19 (UTC)'Porn' has stopped sounding like a real word now.
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6/10/11 10:51 (UTC)MOAR.
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6/10/11 18:38 (UTC)*carefully puts series on iPod*
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6/10/11 23:35 (UTC)...Yeah, totally not a word.
Thank you for commenting!
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6/10/11 23:53 (UTC)I wish I had words for you but I'm too busy pulling an Erik.
Is that too much for a first comment? I don't even care. IDEC.
Total favourite thing in the world is;
I WANT YOU, I WANT YOU SO BAD!
OH GOD, ME TOO!
I CAN'T WAIT TO BE INSIDE YOU, TO HAVE YOU, TO DEVOUR YOU...
YES, OH YES, OH BABY, PLEASE, GOD, DO IT!
I WILL, OH GOD, I WILL but not tonight. We're both rather drunk. Well, guess it's time to catch some shut eye :D
...I'm going to kill you while you sleep.
Aaaahhhh yep. Never loses it's charm.
Cannot wait for more. Cannot.
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7/10/11 05:24 (UTC)kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
hot!
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7/10/11 23:48 (UTC)(no subject)
8/10/11 22:11 (UTC)ANYWAY, THIS WAS LOVELY. ♥
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10/10/11 04:34 (UTC)YAY, I'M GLAD YOU LIKED
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20/10/11 14:15 (UTC)I'd say more, but I can only type so much now that I'm DEAD because
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20/10/11 15:54 (UTC)REALLY
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