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pocky_slash who prompted Charles/Erik, coffee, hesitation, sunlight.
Hide What You Want Hidden
by Pearl-o
Charles/Erik, ~450 words, PG.
Summary: Charles wakes up, the morning after he and Erik first sleep together.
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The motel room is dark when Charles awakes, and Erik is still asleep beside him. The hour's getting late; usually by this time, they've checked out and started on the road again. The sunlight is fighting to find a way in through the dark blinds covering every window, but so far it's made little progress, the occasional tiny beam finding slight headway at some odd angle. In the time it takes Charles to extract himself from the bed, shower and dress, Erik has still not awoken.
It surprises him. He wonders if - no, he knows. Erik's sleep is deep and peaceful. Even if he didn't know so much of Erik's mind, they have been together enough days on the road for him to have witnessed what Erik's sleep is generally like, and it has never looked like this. Erik sleeps short, tense, efficient: the same way he seems to do most things.
Charles wonders what he's dreaming about. He wants very badly to look, very badly indeed, but he knows better than to do so. And he does have self-control, after all, plenty of it. Though one mightn't know it, seeing him around Erik, he reflects.
Last night was probably a mistake. The softness in Erik's face right now makes something ache, deep inside Charles's chest. Erik won't thank him for it, for the complications they've added, for how Charles has pushed himself even further into Erik's head. He's seen - felt, so much - the hesitation Erik still feels, even after their weeks on the road, working together, even as they grow closer. One needn't be a telepath to understand that; Erik radiates his intensity, his focus, his mission at all times. Charles supposes he is more a distraction than anything else.
Still... last night it wasn't Charles who made the first move. It wasn't Charles who started it. Erik tasted like desperation, need, like hunger, and Charles felt like he was the one drowning, then, there in his arms, waiting for Erik to pull him up above the surface so he could breathe once more.
Frankly, Charles can't find it in himself to regret any of it.
Nonetheless, he suspects it would be a kindness to not be in the room when Erik does wake. He'll want time to himself, putting himself back together, without Charles there. He wouldn't appreciate knowing that Charles has seen him even this unguarded.
There's a diner not far down the street. Charles will go, buy himself a cup of coffee, nurse it while he reads the paper and does the crossword. When Erik is up and ready, Charles will be able to sense his mind and send him a message, then.
He'll wait, and Erik will come to him when he's ready, on his own terms.
pocky_slash who prompted Charles/Erik, coffee, hesitation, sunlight.Hide What You Want Hidden
by Pearl-o
Charles/Erik, ~450 words, PG.
Summary: Charles wakes up, the morning after he and Erik first sleep together.
*****
The motel room is dark when Charles awakes, and Erik is still asleep beside him. The hour's getting late; usually by this time, they've checked out and started on the road again. The sunlight is fighting to find a way in through the dark blinds covering every window, but so far it's made little progress, the occasional tiny beam finding slight headway at some odd angle. In the time it takes Charles to extract himself from the bed, shower and dress, Erik has still not awoken.
It surprises him. He wonders if - no, he knows. Erik's sleep is deep and peaceful. Even if he didn't know so much of Erik's mind, they have been together enough days on the road for him to have witnessed what Erik's sleep is generally like, and it has never looked like this. Erik sleeps short, tense, efficient: the same way he seems to do most things.
Charles wonders what he's dreaming about. He wants very badly to look, very badly indeed, but he knows better than to do so. And he does have self-control, after all, plenty of it. Though one mightn't know it, seeing him around Erik, he reflects.
Last night was probably a mistake. The softness in Erik's face right now makes something ache, deep inside Charles's chest. Erik won't thank him for it, for the complications they've added, for how Charles has pushed himself even further into Erik's head. He's seen - felt, so much - the hesitation Erik still feels, even after their weeks on the road, working together, even as they grow closer. One needn't be a telepath to understand that; Erik radiates his intensity, his focus, his mission at all times. Charles supposes he is more a distraction than anything else.
Still... last night it wasn't Charles who made the first move. It wasn't Charles who started it. Erik tasted like desperation, need, like hunger, and Charles felt like he was the one drowning, then, there in his arms, waiting for Erik to pull him up above the surface so he could breathe once more.
Frankly, Charles can't find it in himself to regret any of it.
Nonetheless, he suspects it would be a kindness to not be in the room when Erik does wake. He'll want time to himself, putting himself back together, without Charles there. He wouldn't appreciate knowing that Charles has seen him even this unguarded.
There's a diner not far down the street. Charles will go, buy himself a cup of coffee, nurse it while he reads the paper and does the crossword. When Erik is up and ready, Charles will be able to sense his mind and send him a message, then.
He'll wait, and Erik will come to him when he's ready, on his own terms.
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7/1/12 04:11 (UTC)I'm glad you liked it!
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11/1/12 23:33 (UTC)I just found someone on delicious talking about the incest fic and saying it was basically my bandom Waycest fic with the names find and replaced, which is kind of amusing me at the moment. Also right now I have No Doubt's "Don't Speak" playing in my head as like a horrible Charles/Erik vid, which is A+. (CHARLES KNOWS JUST WHAT YOU'RE THNKING, ERIK. DON'T TELL HIM CUZ IT HURTS!)
I always worry I post too much so it makes me happy that it makes you happy. :DDD
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12/1/12 01:56 (UTC)Here, have some random thinglet courtesy of cm @ work (I added some apostrophes and linebreaks and such \o/):
I am ignoring that song you mentioned BECAUSE SADNESS. Also I'm watching Teen Wolf vids on Youtube, hold me.
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12/1/12 03:46 (UTC)(no subject)
12/1/12 04:18 (UTC)He was half a virgin when he met him!
(also i find it hilaeious that in almost every comic with mags on the cover - and by every I mean the two I have seen - he is sitting with his legs open and slouching so his crotch is thrust forward? I feel he is trying to ~tell us something.)
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12/1/12 04:24 (UTC)Also: Magneto crotch for everybody.
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12/1/12 23:12 (UTC)HI BB HI I AM WORKING ON MY FIC FEST FIC WHAT ARE YOU DOING
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12/1/12 23:23 (UTC)WHAT IS THIS IT'S DUE IN TWO DAYS, WHAT.
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