Chapter Text
Stay in for the whole damn trip
Sleep in, let the phone line ring
We may never get around to seeing any of this town
But if you're down
All we're gonna have is room service
Stay up until four
With a sign on the door saying
Please Don't Disturb Us
Ain't no need to get dressed for some breakfast in bed
Just me and you, you, you
We're never gonna leave this room
Just me and you, you, you
And room service, room service
Chromeo — Room Service
Erik grinned as he and Charles took the elevator up to their floor. He'd been looking forward to this weekend for a while. It was their first year anniversary, and he'd planned a little getaway for them — an expensive hotel and reservations at an upscale restaurant nearby. Erik couldn't deny that his plans had been inspired by Charles' hotel stay a few weeks prior, when Erik had desperately wanted them to be together. Now he was making his wishes come true.
Charles had been a bit resistant at first — saying he didn't need anything out of the ordinary, and would be happy staying in at Erik's apartment — but Erik thought he secretly appreciated the gesture. While Erik could also see the benefits of staying at home, he knew he'd be distracted by the everyday setting and easily end up treating it like any other weekend; fussing about groceries and chores. What he really wanted was to show Charles how much he meant to him, how much the last year had changed his life for the better.
And Charles seemed excited to be there now, his mind buzzing away happily alongside Erik's, slipping his arm around Erik's waist in the foyer as they checked in. He didn't even complain about Erik carrying his frankly oversized luggage for him, which he'd sometimes do to make a point. Why he possibly needed a bag that large for two nights, Erik couldn't fathom. But as long as Charles was enjoying himself, it was all good, Erik figured. That was the whole point of the weekend, and he'd already nearly fucked it up on the way there.
The drive there had been somewhat long, and Erik was sure that some of his tension about the traffic had bled through to Charles, despite Erik's best efforts. Then Charles had spent an awful lot of time on his phone, smiling to himself, instead of enjoying the scenery as Erik had expected. After another burst of incongruent happiness appeared in Erik's mind, he couldn't hold in his irritation any longer, and began what Charles peevishly referred to as an 'interrogation'.
"You're still talking to those other library people you met at the conference?" Erik asked, perplexed. Choosing to talk to work people outside of the time you were being paid for it was outside of his understanding. Especially on vacation. And Charles seemed a bit too pleased about it. Erik guessed it was that guy, John, who Charles had been mentioning practically every day, it seemed, since he'd seen his presentation about the work he did with kids on the reservation.
"John's just very passionate about accessibility and equity of access to educational material!" Charles exclaimed. "His work is very inspiring—"
"I bet it is," Erik muttered darkly.
Charles frowned. "What is that supposed to mean?" he said, with exasperation. Then, with a groan, "Oh my god, you're jealous!"
"I'm not—" Erik began stubbornly.
"You bloody are," Charles retorted. "Have you forgotten I can read your mind?"
Erik didn't reply, staring fixedly at the GPS.
"You're such an idiot," Charles said, shaking his head. "We're going away together, on an anniversary trip, and you think you need to worry about someone else? Can I not speak to anyone?"
"Then maybe don't spend the whole trip texting someone else," Erik ground out, not particularly in the mood to be called an idiot by the boyfriend he'd been so excited to celebrate with.
Charles made a face. "I was emailing, not texting—"
"Oh, well, in that case," Erik said sarcastically, turning to Charles and lifting his hands off the wheel in a helpless gesture.
"Pay attention to the road," Charles cried out, smacking him lightly on the thigh. Erik rolled his eyes, but turned back.
"I'm sorry," Charles said quietly, a few minutes later. "I did get caught up… it was rude."
Erik sighed. "No, I'm sorry. You can talk to anyone you want."
"I know," Charles replied, squeezing his leg this time. "But I'm still sorry. No more work this weekend, I promise." He kissed Erik on the cheek. "All about you from now on."
"Us," Erik countered, lips twitching into a smile.
Charles nodded, his thoughts turning sunny again. "Us," he echoed.
Now, Charles was once again embracing vacation mode wholeheartedly, smiling with anticipation as he unlocked their door with their keycard, and bounced into the room.
"Oh, it's so lovely!" Charles enthused, looking around at the small suite like it was Disneyland. Erik was sure he'd experienced much more luxurious environments in the past, but he appreciated the enthusiasm, which appeared genuine. Charles just seemed to see the best of things in a way that Erik had never achieved. It did look like a nice place to spend the next few days, though.
"Oh my god, Erik, look at the view!" Charles enthused. He headed straight to the large window that had contributed to most of the room's cost, which revealed a vast expanse of serene green fields, bordered in the distance by the bluish-purple of mountains at dusk. As he turned to look back over his shoulder, beaming, Erik could only agree.
"I hoped you'd like it, baby," Erik said, as he stowed their bags next to the bed, then walked over to join him. He hugged him from behind, wrapping his arms around Charles' chest and nuzzling into where his shoulder met his neck. Charles hummed happily as he leaned into Erik's touch. This was much more like Erik had hoped things would go.
"Dinner reservations aren't until eight," Erik mumbled into Charles' perpetually sweet-smelling skin. "Anything you wanna do before then?" He peppered some kisses down towards Charles' throat.
Charles chuckled, but there was a slight hitch in his breath as Erik started sucking a spot just above his collar bone. "Seems like you've got some ideas," he breathed.
Erik took that as agreement, and backed towards the bed, still holding Charles close.
"Shouldn't we really explore a bit, now we're here?" Charles asked, amusement in his voice. However, he made no move to leave Erik's arms.
"We can do that tomorrow," Erik said, falling back on the bed when his legs hit the mattress, and pulling Charles down with him. "We only have just over an hour before we need to go to the restaurant anyway."
"Mm," Charles hummed in agreement, rolling off him, onto his side. He pulled Erik to face him, and wrapped his leg around Erik's waist. Then he leaned in to press their lips against each other, softly at first. "You've convinced me," he said, in between kisses.
It never takes much, Erik thought, but didn't say. He didn't want that to change. He pulled Charles in closer to him, licking across the seam of his lips before slipping his tongue inside and deepening the kiss. His hands roamed under Charles' sweater, exploring the expanse of his back, then stroking his sides, and the slight softness of his belly. Charles' jumped and giggled a little at that, like he always did, the skin just as sensitive as ever. Erik groaned slightly at the light pressure of Charles fingernails scratching his scalp, before he pulled away.
"I love your hair at this length," Charles murmured. "You look so handsome, and there's something to hold onto." He bit his lip and Erik felt a jolt of lust low in his belly.
"Off," Erik demanded, yanking at the hem of Charles' shirt. Charles obliged, pulling off his sweater, and starting to unbutton the shirt underneath. Erik watched, rapt, as more and more pale skin was revealed, begging to be touched and kissed and bitten. He helped with the bottom few buttons, too eager to wait for long.
As soon as Charles had removed the shirt, he pressed back against him, rolling them so Erik was on top. He leaned in immediately, to resume kissing Charles' neck, nipping lightly along his jawline and collarbones as well, as Charles moaned beneath him. When he started sucking the same spot as earlier, Charles tugged on his hair again.
"Oh, fuck, darling," Charles murmured, his words made filthier by his upper class accent, as always.
Erik ground his hips down as Charles' thrust up against him, chasing friction. They were both half-hard already, rubbing together through their layers of clothing. Erik slid his hands into the back of Charles' trousers to grope at him as Charles made a pleased sound in his ear. Charles hitched his legs around Erik's waist to rock against him harder, and Erik slid a hand into Charles' underwear, teasing with fingertips between his cheeks. Charles pushed back into his touch.
"Where's the lube?" Erik murmured, nibbling at his neck. He honed in on the small metal tin in his bag and started to pull it free.
Charles chuckled. "I don't think we have time for all that, do we? I need a shower before we go."
"Why?" Erik whined against his throat, still floating the tin over to the bed. "You smell so good right now." He moved down Charles' shoulder, then on impulse suddenly buried his face in Charles' armpit. "Mm, delicious," he laughed, voice muffled.
"Get off me, you maniac!" Charles squawked, ineffectually pushing him away, but laughing too.
Erik glanced at his watch. "Shit," he muttered. "We are running out of time." Still, neither of them made a move to get up.
Charles leaned in again and nipped at Erik's earlobe. Erik let out a shuddering sigh, and hugged him tighter.
"What if I call them," Erik suggested. "I'll say we'll be late, and then we can… finish up here, and go in after." Charles hummed in agreement, punctuating the sound by grinding against Erik's thigh. Erik groaned in response, enjoying how hard Charles was already, and desperate to get his hands on him. The he remembered what he was supposed to be doing first.
He pulled back from Charles reluctantly, and floated his phone from the nightstand into his palm.
"Let's hope the aren't shitty about it," Erik muttered as he searched for the reservation email. He found it and clicked on the phone number, but then Charles made a small sound, that usually meant he had something to say, but he wasn't quite sure how to say it. Erik looked up from his phone, and raised an eyebrow.
"Do we have to…" said Charles hesitantly, running his hands down Erik's back. "I mean, can we not just… stay in? I know you booked a place and everything, but were you really set on going?"
It wasn't what he was expecting, and Erik felt unsure, looking at the phone in his hand and then back at Charles. "Uh… I mostly wanted to do something for you, I guess? More than going there specifically, for any other reason." He frowned. "Did you not like the place I picked?"
"It's not that," Charles replied hurriedly. "Everything you've done is great. I just, I'd really rather just spend more time with you instead of rush out to an expensive dinner."
"We'd be spending time together there too," Erik pointed out. He frowned. "Is there something else going on? You can tell me."
Charles sighed. "I guess, it's just… I've been to a bunch of fancy restaurant dinners with people who ended up barely tolerating me, you know?" Erik didn't really, but he could imagine, based on what Charles had told him about his exes. He felt a burst of anger on Charles' behalf. "And I know it's not like that with you," Charles continued, looking down at Erik's chest. "But we don't need to sit in uncomfortable chairs with a bunch of snobs and eat expensive, tiny food to enjoy being in love, right? I've been looking forward to the weekend, but just because of you, and how we can get away from everything else and just be together."
"Why didn't you say something earlier?" Erik protested, lifting Charles' chin so he'd look at him. The restaurant was definitely more something Erik thought he should do, than what he wanted to do, but hadn't Charles seemed excited about their plans?
"Well, I tried," Charles replied, gently.
Oh, Erik remembered, he did sort of float the 'staying at home' idea, originally. But that wasn't the same thing, not really… It had seemed more like Charles didn't feel he deserved to be made a fuss of.
"But it seemed important to you, so I wanted to go," Charles added. "Now you just seem a bit… less than keen to go, so I wanted to say that we don't have to."
Erik did feel a sense of relief running through his body at the idea, but he really didn't want to ruin anything about this weekend for Charles. "Are you sure?"
Charles smiled, and kissed him firmly, grabbing Erik's face between his hands. "Yes," he announced, looking relieved too. "I want to just celebrate here, and order some food, and lay about in bed, and not wear any clothes." Erik laughed. "And I really want you to fuck me."
~
"Yes, my partner isn't well, uh, suddenly," Erik explained over the phone. Charles giggled, still distractingly wrapped around Erik as he made the call to the restaurant. "Sorry for the late notice."
Charles ran his fingertips under the hem of Erik's sweater, barely grazing his bare stomach.
"Let me just check your reservation — Lehnsherr was it?" she asked.
Erik was somewhat distracted. "Uhh, yes, correct, eight o'clock."
Charles' fingers dipped under the waistband of Erik's jeans, and slid along the elastic at the top of his underwear.
Stop that! Erik sent, giving him a Look, and tugging gently at the chain around Charles' neck. Charles ignored him, running his other hand over the bulge in Erik's jeans.
"… afraid that it will incur a fee, Mr Lehnsherr, as we are—" the woman on the phone continued.
"Sure," Erik gritted out, not listening, as Charles squeezed gently, looking up at him and licking his ridiculously red lips. "That's great, I have to go." He hit the button to hang up the phone and sent it back to the nightstand. "You damn tease," he growled, rolling on top of Charles and biting at his neck, while Charles laughed breathlessly. "You're going to pay for that," he threatened.
Charles looked up at him coquettishly. "Oh dear, oh dear," he murmured, sounding very pleased with himself, "whatever shall I do."
"Well I don't know about you," Erik growled, "but I just cancelled dinner, and I'm hungry."
Erik captured his lips in a desperate kiss, plundering his mouth until Charles was moaning against him and practically riding the thigh that Erik had pressed in between his legs. Erik leaned back, unzipped and undid both of their buttons, and pulled Charles' trousers and underwear off in one go. His mouth watered as Charles' cock sprang out from under the fabric, and twitched as it was exposed to the air.
Charles caught him staring. "You've seen this all before," he joked, even as he made a show of trailing his hand down his chest, and then lightly gripped himself, taking a long, slow stroke. "Many times."
"But I never get tired of it," Erik replied seriously, yanking off his jeans and boxers, eyes trained on Charles' hand. Charles flashed him a smug grin, and then got up on his knees, reaching for Erik's cock.
"God, I've wanted to taste you all day," he breathed, before leaning in and doing just that, his tongue teasing with tiny licks around the head. Erik groaned as Charles then took him all in, swallowing him down until Erik could feel himself hit the back of his throat. Desire surged inside Erik as Charles looked up at him through his lashes, lips stretched wide around him as he sucked. His eyes were growing darker and Erik was mesmerised; his dick growing even harder from the view than the attention.
It took all his willpower to pull himself back from Charles' mouth. Erik reached for the as yet neglected lube. "Turn around, you little minx," he instructed, lust mixing with amusement in his tone. "I believe you wanted to be fucked."
Charles had pouted a little at being interrupted, but now he seemed delighted, obeying at once. He arched his back and swayed his hips as he got on all fours, and then sent Erik a sultry look over his shoulder. Erik had been slicking up his fingers, so, as soon as Charles was in position, he rubbed the pad of his thumb briefly across his hole and then pushed one in.
Charles gasped a little at first, then quickly grew accustomed to the intrusion, pushing back greedily. Erik smirked at that, and used his other hand to spank his cheeks one at a time; enjoying the jiggle of the smooth flesh, and the redness he left behind.
"Erik," Charles moaned, shuddering at each slap. "I need you to fuck me, please."
"Hm," Erik responded, teasingly, "it's hard to punish you when you enjoy it so much." He squeezed Charles' right ass cheek with a little more grip. Charles just made an impatient sound, so Erik gave up trying to teach him a lesson, and pushed two fingers back inside. Charles made an approving noise at that, until the sound turned into a moan as Erik rubbed and tapped inside, twisting his fingers to stretch and prepare him.
After a few moments, Charles was getting restless again, so Erik pulled his fingers out and caressed his back as he lined himself up.
"Ready?" he asked, and when Charles agreed, he finally pushed in. He felt like he'd never get used to how good it felt inside Charles; the tightness and the heat, the way Charles' body seemed made to pull him deeper in.
"Fuck, baby," he groaned, circling his hips to get Charles used to the feeling of being filled, and then starting to thrust, slowly. "You're so fucking perfect."
Charles took in a shuddering breath as he rocked back against Erik's thrusts. "Mm, you're so good," he moaned. "I need you like this, all the time, your big, hard cock, filling me up."
Erik's hips sped up at the words, desperate to please Charles and make him come, make him see how good he could be. Charles started panting, reaching his arm back to grab at Erik's ass to pull him closer, take him deeper.
"Oh God, oh fuck," he cried out. "Yes, please, fuck me harder."
Erik gripped Charles' waist with both hands and pulled him back on to his cock, driving in and out as fast as he could, until his legs were shaking. From how worked up they were before they even started, he knew he wouldn't last long, and he wanted Charles to come first.
Charles was letting out a breathy moans every time a thrust pitched him forward, his hand moving furiously on his cock. Erik could see the red flush making its way down his back, as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.
"Erik," Charles sobbed. "Don't stop, fuck, I'm gonna come, I'm so close…"
Erik could feel his pleasure leaking across their connection now, the strange double sensation of filling and being filled, of his own hands gripping his body as he hurtled towards the edge.
"Yes, baby," he panted, hips moving mindlessly, his whole body tense. "Come for me," he pleaded, "I wanna feel you—"
Charles let out a wail, and Erik felt sparks explode inside him as they both came, their bodies still moving together through it. After a few long moments, Erik felt Charles growing limp under him, and he slowed to a stop, planting kisses across his back and shoulders until he heard a small noise of discomfort.
He slipped out, gingerly, and fell onto his side, trying to catch his breath.
Charles groaned, rolling over beside him. He started giggling. "Fuuuck."
"Mm," Erik murmured, scooting closer and running his hand lightly down Charles' side. "You're incredible," he said, in awe.
Charles chuckled, snuggling into Erik's arms. "I love you," he murmured. "I'm so happy we're together."
Erik pulled him closer, even though it smeared them both with come. "Me too." He brushed some sweaty hair away from Charles' forehead. "I still can't really believe it, sometimes," he admitted.
"Well, you're stuck with me now," Charles joked, turning his head to capture Erik's lips in a sloppy kiss. Erik laughed, warmth blooming in his chest at the thought.
"So," he began, after a few moments of comfortable silence. "I think that was better than dinner?"
"Much," Charles laughed. "Although I do seem to have worked up an appetite."
Erik sensed where he'd left his phone and sent it flying into his palm. "I'll order," he said. "Here's the menu." He handed it over to Charles who began scrolling through, stretching out languidly. Erik was starting to feel uncomfortably sticky, but he lacked the motivation to move. He felt boneless and sleepy.
"Done," Charles announced, quicker than expected.
Erik forced himself to sit up, and was struck again with how beautiful Charles looked like this — satisfied and messy and debauched. He took his phone back from Charles' outstretched hand, and leaned in to kiss his forehead. "I love you," he murmured.
Charles' smiled. "I'm glad you said that before you saw my order," he said sweetly, getting up from the bed.
"What?" Erik said, eyes narrowing.
"I love you too!" Charles replied, bouncing away. "And now I definitely need a shower!"
In the shower, Erik generously helped Charles clean himself, making the most of the opportunity to touch and caress him as he soaped him up. He wasn't even bothered that Charles had the culinary tastes of child, while also requiring the priciest bottle of champagne that the hotel offered. Especially not when Charles pushed him back against the wall of the shower and commenced kissing him again, as if they hadn't just fucked. Despite himself, Erik was getting hard again. The hot water was so relaxing, and he was enjoying the way Charles had to stand on tip-toe to kiss him like this, even as he tried to slouch a little closer to accommodate their height difference. As Charles looked up at him, his mind flashed back to when Charles had been on his knees, the way his cheeks hollowed as he sucked.
Erik groaned as Charles sank to his knees onto the tiles and took his cock in hand. He felt guilty — sure his thoughts had been noticed — but not enough to tell Charles to stop. He looked positively sinful from that angle; hair darkened by the water, curling stark against his pale skin. His lips were even redder than before as he tapped Erik's cock head against them teasingly; his tongue pink as it sneaked out to lick lightly around the tip, and then down the length. Erik quickly turned down the taps with his powers, not wanting to half-drown Charles for the sake of a blowjob.
"Fuck, baby," he moaned as Charles took him all the way down again. "You're so good at this." Then Charles hummed, and the vibrations left Erik gasping, trying not to thrust further into the slick heat of Charles' throat.
Do it, he heard. Fuck my face. Charles looked up at him, eyes smouldering.
Erik let out some kind of strangled sound as his hips began to obey immediately, pulling back only to push in again, a smooth slide.
Erik reached to grab hold of Charles' hair and yank him closer, an illusion of control, as Charles' nose pressed up against his pubic hair, sending jolts of lust up his spine. The muscles of Charles' throat fluttered around him as Erik thrust into him rapidly,and he groaned again, eyes rolling back at the feeling.
"Fuck, you love it, don't you. You're such a good cockslut for me," Erik gasped out, making himself take in the sight before him— Charles' lips stretched wide like before, eyes glistening as he held himself open around his cock.
I love the way you taste, Charles sent back, even his inner voice drenched in desire. Give me more. Erik only managed a few more thrusts before he was coming, hot and thick, down Charles' throat.
His legs shaking and panting for breath, it took Erik a few moments before he slid back out of Charles' mouth again, as gently as possible. Charles coughed a little, hand covering his mouth, and Erik immediately leaned down to help him stand up.
"Oh, thank fuck," Charles said, his voice slightly raspy, as he unsteadily got to his feet. He chuckled, wiping his eyes, as he coughed again.
"Did I hurt you?" Erik demanded, holding him until he got his balance back. "Why didn't you stop me?"
"Of course not," Charles laughed, rubbing his knee. "The goddamn tiles, though…" he grimaced, and Erik looked down to see the red indentations they'd left on him.
"You still should have stopped," Erik grumbled, bending and reaching down to rub the sore looking skin.
"You efforts are appreciated, but could be better applied elsewhere," Charles teased, pulling him up to stand. Erik laughed, still a bit concerned, but leaned in to kiss him, trying to convey all of his affection and appreciation through the contact instead. As Erik pushed him up against the glass he could feel Charles' still-hard cock press against his thigh. "Okay, let me take care of you," Erik whispered into his ear.
He felt Charles shiver at the words, but reluctantly stepped back away from him to decide what to do first. Charles' pretty cock was jutting out from his body, and he looked ridiculously touchable, and gorgeous, and wet.
Erik spun him around, and lifted up Charles' arms to press his palms flat against the shower wall. Erik then draped himself over his back and spent a while caressing his chest, running his fingers over and pinching his nipples while planting open-mouthed kisses on the side and nape of his neck.
Seemingly growing impatient with his teaching touches, Charles pushed his ass back against Erik, and Erik chuckled, getting onto his knees this time. He kneaded the flesh of Charles' ass, and then parted the cheeks: briefly enjoying the way it looked to have him open and on display, before leaning in and leaving his tongue around the ring of muscle.
Charles responded immediately with a drawn-out moan, and reached for his cock. No, Erik sent, his mouth otherwise occupied. Wait. Charles made a petulant sound, but replaced his hand against the wall obediently.
Erik's tongue slipped into his hole without too much resistance, thanks to their prior activities, and he enjoyed the way Charles rocked himself against his face until Erik's knees started complaining about the tiles too.
Forced to stand up again, he slipped his finger into Charles' ass and stroked, while finally reaching around and pumping his swollen cock for him. Charles cries became increasingly desperate and wrecked, until he suddenly tensed and came, splattering the glass door. He sagged back against Erik's chest, panting, and Erik just had to kiss him again, still able to taste himself in Charles' mouth.
They kissed until Erik felt Charles starting to get goosebumps.
"Come on baby," he murmured, pulling away and switching off the taps completely. "Let's get you dressed for dinner."
"I'm so full…" Charles groaned as he lay back on the pillows, rubbing his stomach. He was wrapped up in his fluffy robe — the only clothes he'd been willing to put on after the shower — and looked utterly adorable. Erik was surprised to realise he liked it almost as much as his succubus look in the shower earlier. Almost.
Still, he rolled his eyes at the complaint. "It's your own fault, so no sympathy for you." Charles pouted. "I can't believe you ate dinner, a side, and then two desserts." The wine they'd shared had been really nice though, he had to admit.
"I was so hungry! It was late. And how was I to know they'd send us a little cake for our anniversary!" Charles protested. "I didn't think you were the type to tell them that in the booking." Erik blushed a little. He'd had a strange surge of pride being able to tick that box this trip, instead of 'business'. He hadn't realised they might get free stuff from it — he wondered why more people didn't just lie about and say it was a special occasion. Although, on second thought, eating an anniversary cake alone in a hotel room was a layer of pathetic he hoped to never reach.
"You still didn't have to eat it all," Erik reminded him.
Charles made a 'hmph' sound. "Not my fault that you're no help. It would be rude to leave their gift uneaten. Anyway, who the fuck orders soup for dinner, on holiday? Soup," he shook his head in disgust.
Erik had tried a spoonful of the free dessert for the principle of the thing, but begged off the rest of it — the chocolate being too rich, and the lack of opportunity to go for a run this weekend was weighing on his mind. At least they were getting exercise in other ways, he thought with a smirk. Probably not until tomorrow, though, based on Charles' current state.
"Are you going to lay there moaning all night?" Erik inquired teasingly. "Or should I tuck you in to sleep?"
Charles shot him a sour look. "I can't sleep until I digest. Can you get me the remote?"
"Sure, baby," Erik replied, hopeless against him, even in this mood, as he floated the remote over. He propped himself up against the headboard, and Charles switched on the TV, flicking through the channels. "Now come and lay in my lap, I'll rub your stomach for you."
~
"We should order breakfast now," Erik remembered, as they got ready to go to sleep. He connected to the hotel WiFi and searched for the menu again. He didn't really want to visit the crowded buffet in the morning. It was always so noisy, with at least one screaming child in attendance. He could only handle his own; other people's were just annoying. "What do you want?"
"Nothing," Charles moaned, at the mention of food. He had seemed to be feeling better as the evening progressed, but was apparently still being dramatic about his oversized dinner. "I never want to eat again."
Erik stifled a laugh. "I'll put you down for pancakes and fruit then."
"Urgh," Charles replied, looking sorry for himself as he climbed under the sheets. "Why must you torment me."
"You'll thank me tomorrow," Erik said, ignoring Charles' sulky look. He joined him in bed, flicking off the lights, and snuggling up close to him. "Trust me."
The next morning Erik woke up at his usual time, but he made himself laze in bed a while longer. Charles was a comforting, warm weight beside him, and he looked so angelic while he was sleeping. Erik might have taken a picture on his phone that no one had to know about.
Unable to lie still any more, he scrolled through some recent pictures of Lorna that Suzanna had sent him, and some of the drawings she'd done recently. He couldn't believe she was going to be starting school soon — it was both an exciting milestone, and a reminder of his own difficulties with the education system. He was glad to have Charles' input now, as he seemed much more knowledgeable about the topic and interested in educational theory and methods.
Erik was lucky that Suzanna had warmed to Charles a lot, over the recent months, once she got used to the idea of Erik dating a man. It had been a big fear of his, that they wouldn't get along and it would cause tension and stress for everyone, affecting Lorna in the process. Charles was good at turning on the charm when he needed to — something Erik had never managed — but it actually went better when he relaxed and could just be himself.
Lorna liked Charles a lot too, which was the most important thing for Erik. He wasn't sure that she fully grasped Charles' role in the family yet, but she loved going to visit him at the library and when he joined them on outings. She'd happily chat away to him, and hold both their hands to cross the road. It was truly adorable. The thought produced another wave of love for the sleeping man beside him, and he leaned over to lightly kiss his forehead. Charles made a cute sleepy noise, but didn't stir.
After a while Erik started to get too restless, so he decided to hunt for some decent coffee nearby. Hotel coffee was never quite up to his standard, not since he'd splurged on a better coffee machine at home. Charles had been proud of him for finally upgrading, even though he never touched the 'horrible, bitter stuff' that Erik made, in his words. Erik showered and dressed, leaving a scribbled note on the hotel stationery, and headed out.
Thankfully he found a decent looking cafe not too far from the hotel, and even saw a few nice restaurants on the way. Feeling impulsive, he picked up a few pastries from a bakery while walking back, so they didn't have to order breakfast again the next day.
When he re-entered the hotel room, Erik was surprised to see Charles was awake, albeit still sitting in bed. He put his book down on the nightstand and smiled as Erik walked in. He also appeared to be only wearing one of Erik's unbuttoned shirts, which caused Erik to choke a little on his coffee when he noticed.
"Sleep well?" he asked, with a cough.
"Yes, darling, how about you?" Charles seemed chipper. He stretched and Erik caught a glimpse of cute, pink nipple from under the shirt. His shirt. That was adorably slightly too long in the arms on Charles, and would now smell like him. "I'm starving," Charles added. Erik would have rolled his eyes, knowing that Charles would forget his stomachache quickly, but he was still looking at where the sheet was pooling around Charles' hips. "Are we having two breakfasts?" Charles gestured at the paper bag Erik was carrying.
"Yes," Erik replied, distracted. "I mean, no. This is for later." He put the bag and his coffee cup down on the table, while simultaneously kicking off his shoes, and stalked over to the bed. Charles was wide-eyed but didn't look at all surprised, as Erik climbed onto the bed fully clothed and pulled him roughly into an embrace, lips crashing against his.
Charles moaned as he let Erik's tongue in — the mixture of minty toothpaste and coffee wasn't an excellent combination, but they managed to ignore it. All Erik wanted was to get closer to him, to taste all of him. He pulled back for second to admire the way Charles looked, lips red and wet, eyes dark, before diving in again and licking back into his mouth.
Erik's hands drifted lower, seeking out Charles' waist and the top of his ass under the shirt. He groaned at the feeling, and pushed a leg in between Charles', seeking out more friction. Charles let out a hiss as the rough material of Erik's jeans rubbed against his sensitive skin.
"Oh, fuck, sorry," Erik mumbled, having been too caught up to think about that possibility. He leaned back, undoing the zip and button with his powers and then pulling off the jeans as quickly as possible and tossing them on the floor. He looked back just in time to see Charles start to shrug the shirt from his shoulders.
"No," Erik protested, reaching out to stop his hand. "Leave it on, it looks good."
Charles laughed, but stopped removing it, stretching out again and preening a little under Erik's gaze. It wasn't like he never borrowed some of Erik's clothes before, but there was something extra decadent about his half-dressed state this morning that was driving Erik wild. He had a sudden desire to keep him like that around his apartment; getting little peeks of his chest and stomach, his ass only partially hidden by the shirttails. So casually accessible, whenever Erik wanted him.
"You're so fucking hot," Erik groaned, crouching over him again. He kissed slowly down Charles' throat and along his collarbones, biting softly.
"Kiss me again," Charles pleaded, tugging him back up. Erik obeyed, capturing his lips and kissing him thoroughly, until Charles pulled back with a gasp.
Erik took the opportunity, and made his way down Charles' neck once more, resuming his mission from before. Charles pouted for a second at the loss of his lips, but his expression was quickly replaced as Erik's tongue found his nipple, laving over the tightening nub. Charles' mouth opened wordlessly, and Erik smiled to himself. He breathed warm air over it before sucking it back in to his mouth until it was red and swollen.
"Erik," Charles moaned, shivering under him, but Erik ignored him. He kept stroking his thighs as he kissed down to his stomach and back up, and then switched to the other nipple. Charles' back arched off the bed a little when Erik grazed his teeth along the puffy skin, at the end of his ministrations.
Erik groaned as he leaned back, enjoying how dazed Charles looked already, his eyes wide and the skin of his chest splotchy and red. "Fuck baby, I need you so bad." He leaned in to pull Charles to edge of the bed by his legs, then knelt down and pushed himself in between them.
He pressed some kisses to Charles' inner thighs and then his cock in turn, feeling it harden a little further under his lips. He was just sucking the tip into his mouth, when they were interrupted by a knock at the door.
"Room service!" someone called. They heard them set the tray down, and then their footsteps as they walked away.
Erik sighed. Food was the last thing on his mind right now.
"Shall I get it?" Charles asked, pushing himself up onto his elbows.
"Not dressed like that," Erik grumbled, "Anyway, why bother walking when you can just…" He opened the door, floated the tray inside, and closed the door again, without leaving the bed.
Charles smirked. "Show off," he teased, but there was an unmistakable heat in his eyes. "I hope you didn't frighten anyone in the corridor."
"I know you love it," Erik declared. "And I hope I did." He grinned at Charles. "Here's your children's breakfast." Then, with a shake of his head, "I can't believe you want to eat right now."
"You can finish what you were doing in a minute," Charles placated him, munching on a piece of melon. "I'll save some syrup, you can lick it off me."
"I'd rather not," said Erik, grimacing at the thought of getting it out of the bedsheets. It couldn't be good to have sugar in those parts either; the whole thing was a recipe for disaster. He poked dolefully at his eggs.
When they'd had enough to eat, Charles went to the bathroom to wash up, and Erik floated the tray back out to the hallway. As soon as Charles was done, Erik hurried to brush his teeth. As much as could be overlooked in the heat of passion, he wasn't sure it extended to egg-breath.
To his delight, Charles made a beeline for his lap as soon as he re-entered the room and sat on the bed again.
"Now, where were we?" he breathed.
"Hm," Erik considered, "I seem to remember your cock in my mouth."
A few minutes later, and Erik was on his knees at the end of the bed again , this time with Charles' legs over his shoulders. Erik was making the most of the access this afforded him, licking and sucking at Charles' cock, his balls, and down to his hole. He was determined to taste every inch of him — taking a moment every now and then to bite into the soft white flesh of his thighs, hard enough to bruise. The sounds Charles made when he did that were a reward in and of themselves, but Erik also looked forward to admiring the marks later, and maybe even kissing them softly, in feigned apology.
All of a sudden, there was another knock at the door, and the sound of "Housekeeping!" Before either of them could react beyond turning their heads toward the sound, the door burst open. In walked a man, dressed in the hotel uniform, pushing a trolley of cleaning supplies, and staring at them. For a second, nobody moved.
"I'm so very sorry," the man said abruptly, averting his eyes. He began backing himself and the trolley out of the room. "I'll… come back later. Er, when you're done. Er, or… Out. When you're out." The door shut again, with a loud clicking sound.
Erik blinked at Charles, speechless. Charles started to laugh.
"Oh my god," he exclaimed, his legs slipping off Erik. "Oh no."
Erik's face started turning red. "How the fuck… didn't we have the 'do not disturb' sign on?
"I don't know!" Charles replied, still laughing. "You're the one who went out, didn't you notice?"
"It's not funny, Charles!" Erik protested. "Why didn't you stop him?"
"How?" Charles asked, incredulous. "I was... somewhat distracted at the time, I didn't know anyone was coming in."
Erik frowned. "Well, why didn't you freeze him once the door opened or something?"
Charles snorted. "What good would that have done? He already saw everything." He chuckled again. "Why didn't you melt the door shut?"
"It was already locked!" Erik argued. "I don't just melt doors for fun, especially if there's a lock." He shook his head. "Can't you change his memory or something? Make him think he just saw… something else. Less traumatising. "
"No," Charles shot back. "You think it's less traumatic to have someone change your memory? I'm sure they see stuff like that all the time, by accident." He reached out and massaged Erik's shoulder lightly. "Stop stressing."
"I'm not stressing," Erik grumbled, standing up and crossing his arms. "I'm just… what if he reports it or something?"
"To who?" Charles shook his head. "It's not illegal to have sex in your room, Erik." He sighed. "Look, if it helps… he was not traumatised. Okay?"
"What?" Erik questioned, eyes narrowed.
"Come here," Charles complained, reaching out for him. Erik huffed out a breath, but sat down again, arms still crossed. Charles snuggled up to him and rubbed his back. "He was um… Let's just say, if we asked him to join…"
"Fucking hell," Erik groaned, scrubbing his face with his hands.
"I wonder if someone turned the sign around on purpose," Charles mused. "You know, like a prank."
Erik peered at him curiously. "Who would do that?" he asked, baffled.
Charles laughed, but looked embarrassed. "Raven and I used to, sometimes," he confessed. "When we were bored and left on our own, as kids." He shrugged. "I guess we thought the worst that would happen was someone got their sleep-in interrupted. Oops."
"Oh, I see," Erik said with an amused sigh. "So now I'm paying for the crimes of your past, am I?" Charles started laughing again, but this time Erik joined in, before tackling him to the bed and pinning him down. "Hardly seems fair."
"Go and check the bloody sign!" Charles protested, trying to wiggle free. "If it happens again, it's definitely your fault!"
"Do you want to go out for lunch?" Charles asked, eyes still closed. They were lying across the bed, his head on Erik's lap, while Erik read the paper. "Didn't you say there are some places around that look okay?"
"Hmm, not really," said Erik. "Do you?"
"Not really," Charles echoed, opening his eyes.
Erik grinned. "I'm happy like this. It's relaxing."
Charles smiled back at him. "You do look relaxed, it's lovely," he said, tracing the lines near Erik's eyes with his fingertips. Then he shifted a bit, a wicked look appearing on his face. "You know what else is relaxing…"
Erik snorted. "Fucking hell, you're insatiable. I don't know how I'm gonna walk after this weekend."
"How you're going to walk," Charles scoffed. "I'll have to bring a cushion to work, and you know Moira will never let me live that down." Erik smirked — he could imagine. "Anyway, I didn't mean that." Erik looked at him sceptically. "I was going to say we should watch a movie," Charles protested.
"You were not," Erik shot back with a snort.
Charles stuck his tongue out at him, and got up to grab the remote. "Let's see what they have," he said, not looking optimistic. Erik went back to the paper.
"Oh look, they have porn!" Charles waggled his eyebrows. "What have we here!" However, his enthusiasm waned quickly, and Erik laughed as he looked more disappointed with every click through the titles list. "It's all bloody straight," he sighed. "I'm going to write them an email to complain about discrimination. Smut for everyone, if you please."
"No, look," Erik pointed out, "they have lesbians."
"Goodie," Charles muttered, tossing him the remote. Then he looked thoughtful. "I guess you could jerk off to Girls Gone Wild 17 or whatever, and I could watch." He looked happy again. "It could be educational."
"Yeah, I don't think so," Erik replied, with an awkward laugh.
"Why not?" Charles complained. "It'd be hot. And I know you still like women, why not indulge yourself for a minute. Enjoy some tits, or whatever."
Erik's ears were turning red. "Shut up, Charles."
Charles looked at him curiously. "You're embarrassed!" he exclaimed in surprise. "Why?"
"I'm not embarrassed, it's just… not a normal thing to do," Erik said lamely.
"It is," Charles insisted. "Why wouldn't I want you to enjoy yourself, especially if I can't scratch that particular itch. Besides, I didn't think being 'normal' is a big concern of yours."
"Just drop it," Erik pleaded, flopping back against the headboard. "Let's do something else."
Charles looked dumbfounded. "I know what you like, Erik," he said gently. "And I can't imagine why you'd be embarrassed about it." He shrugged. "No offence, but you're pretty… tame, honestly, in the scheme of things. You'll have to trust me that I've seen things so many times 'worse', quite often, in people who don't give it a moments self-reflection."
Erik's face was getting hot. Tame? He thought he was rather adventurous, actually. It's not like Charles had ever been bored. "I said I'm not embarrassed," he repeated, not wanting to get into all that. "It just feels like something that you shouldn't just bring up all the time, like, I don't know, if you found your friends' porn stash." He looked at Charles. Charles stayed silent, eyebrows raised. "Wait a minute," Erik said slowly, "you haven't gone through—"
"I haven't looked in the folder you named 'important work spreadsheets', no," Charles replied, drily. "Despite the fact that you would never name an actual work spreadsheet so vaguely."
Erik felt that the whole conversation was becoming increasingly unfair.
"But you're not my friend," Charles continued. "It may have escaped your notice somehow, but we're sleeping together." He poked Erik in the side. Erik made a face at him. "I don't know why you wouldn't want to show me, anyway. Then we could try the things you like."
"I don't want to do all the things I watch, or all things I think," Erik argued. "I thought we had that argument already, early on. Some things are just… not meant to be shared."
Charles rolled his eyes. "I'm quite clear on that now, thanks. Which is why I haven't gone looking." He sighed. "The shirt thing worked though."
"The shirt—?" Erik was confused for a second before he realised. "Oh, fucking hell, Charles, you—"
"You liked it," Charles cut in. "A lot." He looked smug. "You're really just sabotaging your own orgasms at this point."
"My orgasms are fine, thank you," Erik said hotly. It sounded stupid, even to his ears. Charles was just so… none of his previous partners had wanted to be this open. He guessed that the telepathy played a significant part, but it still didn't feel quite right to him. Although he had to admit it had been helpful when Charles was really clear about something new he wanted to try, or what he thought was sexy. Maybe Erik was being a prude.
Charles seemed to have sensed the direction of Erik's thoughts. "I never want to make you uncomfortable," he explained. "But doesn't it make sense, to ask for what you want? You could go your whole life, wasting time, wishing things were different, otherwise."
Erik nodded. He did have a point.
Charles looked at him deviously. "Not to put too fine a point on it, but I have seen you guiltily type variations of 'bottom comes hands free' and 'coming untouched' into several porn sites though, because you've been thinking about it quite loudly, sometimes while we're having sex." He looked at Erik pointedly. "So are we going to keep having this argument, or would you like to make this bottom come hands free?"
It was very irritating, but Erik had found himself unable to think of any more valid points of rebuttal, so he readily accepted Charles' offer instead.
~
It was only when Charles was already lowering himself onto Erik's cock that he admitted he'd never actually been able to do it with someone else before. He'd only suggested trying because he'd gotten closer with Erik than anyone else, but they shouldn't get their hopes up. It was too late though, as by then Erik had his goal in sight, and was set on achieving it.
Charles chuckled nervously at his expression. "It's not a work project, Erik. You're so bloody serious." He started grind his hips in small circles, as he got used to being stretched open again. It didn't take long, with the amount of sex they'd been having.
"I'm not serious," Erik argued, grabbing his waist with both hands and holding him firmly. "I'm determined. We're gonna make it happen for you."
"Oh god," Charles muttered, his head falling forward on Erik's chest as he put a hand next to his thigh to brace himself. "Please don't give me a failing grade if we don't manage it," he teased. He pushed himself up until only the head of Erik's cock was still inside him, and then looked at Erik, with a cheeky grin. "It's about the journey, not the destination," he teased, sliding back down onto his length with a groan, "haven't you heard?"
"We will manage it," Erik said confidently, rocking his hips up to meet Charles'. "And we'll enjoy the journey too."
~
"Oh fuck," Charles groaned, tipping his head back and leaving his throat gloriously on display as he ground down harder, thrusting himself onto Erik faster than before. "Just like that, fuck Erik, so good."
Erik only grunted in reply, concentrating on keeping the same angle and rhythm. If it was working for him he didn't want to mess with it. Charles looked so sexy; his hair wild and a sheen of sweat on his chest. His cock was bouncing in front of him as he moved, occasionally brushing against Erik's stomach. Erik could tell Charles was fighting not to just give in and rut against him.
After a few moments, Charles let out a long moan, and then a frustrated sigh. "My thighs are cramping," he confessed breathlessly. "Can we—"
Erik nodded and started to move without needing further instruction, lowering Charles onto his back, and pulling his legs up over Erik's thighs as he knelt in front of him. Erik leaned over him slightly and pushed back in, as Charles made a high-pitched sound.
"Oh god," he whined, when Erik started fucking into him as quickly as before. "Fuck, I can't…" He reached towards his cock, but Erik grabbed both his hands and held them over his head.
"You can," he encouraged, snapping his hips and making Charles' whole body jiggle. "What do you need?"
"Uhh…" Charles didn't seem able form any words, but he sent an image and Erik took hold of Charles' necklace, manipulating and shaping the metal into two small shapes which clamped and vibrated around his nipples. Charles' hands moved restlessly in the sheets and his moans increased an octave. He looked so beautiful, and Erik could feel the metal against him like it was his own skin. Erik felt another surge of lust, so bent Charles' legs and pushed them down, nearly bending him in half. He fucked him like that, driving in and out of him as steadily as possible, while Charles continued to give instructions, spoken or otherwise.
"Slower," he begged, and Erik pulled back, embracing the slow drag. "Harder!" he demanded and Erik put his weight into every thrust. He was glad that his concentration was stopping him from coming too fast, at least, as he desperately tried to give Charles what he needed.
"Let me back on top," Charles panted, pushing Erik back and out of him, and clambering onto his lap. Erik huffed out a breath as he fell backward onto the bed, grabbing Charles' hips again as he lined up Erik's cock and speared himself back onto it.
Charles leaned back again, onto his hands, and bounced hard and fast, moaning every time he landed on Erik's lap again, stuffed full. He twisted slightly to adjust the angle, and Erik grabbed his ass, pulling him down onto his cock.
"Oh, oh, oh, fucking Christ, Erik!" Charles yelled, grasping and twisting the sheets. "There, ah, fuck."
"Are you gonna come?" Erik gritted out. "You gonna come, just from my cock?"
"Ah, yes, fuck, ah!" Charles whimpered loudly. "Uh, uh, unhhhh…"
"Yeah, baby," Erik groaned. "You're gonna come so fucking hard for me."
Charles' long moan turned into a shout as he shuddered and clenched around Erik, his cock jerking up of it's own accord and spurting what seemed like endless streams of come onto Erik's stomach.
Erik got hit with the shared sensations of Charles' orgasm, shaking apart as sparks exploded throughout his body and pleasure jolted up his spine. He felt himself shoot come up into Charles as almost a secondary experience; thrusting through it as he gripped him hard enough to bruise.
Charles collapsed against him, breathing hard, and it was only when Erik moved to pull out that he noticed Charles had himself in hand now, and was stroking firmly.
"Don't move," Charles choked out, "I can go again like this."
Erik watched in a daze as Charles ground down on him, jerking furiously, until he let out a yell and came for a second time. Erik twitched inside him at the echo of the feeling, and the sight of Charles' face, mouth open in ecstasy, as more come spurted out over his hand and dripped onto his thighs.
Finally, Erik's softening cock slipped out of him, and Charles fell onto the bed, still half on top of Erik, with a sound like a sob. Erik could barely move, feeling totally boneless and drained, as he got his breath back.
"Jesus, fuck," Charles said weakly, and started to laugh.
Erik radiated a sense of smug satisfaction, reaching out to run his fingers down Charles' spine.
Charles laughed even harder, rolling over a bit so he could see Erik's face. "You're going to be insufferable about this aren't you?" he teased. "God, you're so competitive."
Erik grinned back, and squeezed his ass. "Is it really a competition if I always win?"
Charles shook his head in mock-dismay. "Absolutely insufferable."
"You can't deny the journey was enjoyable, as was the destination," Erik smirked. "Like I promised."
Charles rolled his eyes affectionately. "And whose idea was it in the first place?"
"Mine," Erik shot back, indignantly. "You just stole it."
"Which only proves my bloody point!" Charles said with exasperation. "For fucks—" He stopped himself. "Never mind." He sighed, and languidly stretched out his limbs. "Fuck, I'm starving."
"Well, I'm not going out," Erik groaned, the ache in his muscles making itself known now that the afterglow was fading.
"We can just eat the pastries you got for tomorrow," Charles suggested, with a yawn. "And order breakfast again."
Erik grimaced, but it beat having to get up. "Yeah, okay," he agreed.
"Great," said Charles, pulling a pillow under his head. "Pop mine in the microwave for a bit, thanks love."
Erik huffed out a breath, but pulled himself up to sit anyway. "You're a heathen, you know," he said to Charles. He stood up and winced at the sticky mess all over him. "And a little… sex-demon."
"Mm," Charles hummed, eyes closed. "And yet, somehow you love me."
"Yeah," Erik muttered, stomping to the bathroom, but unable to hide his smile. "Somehow."
They'd both needed a nap after lunch, and then Charles had talked Erik into taking a bath with him, to ease their sore muscles. Erik still wasn't a big fan, but having Charles laying against him as they soaked was definitely an improvement on his previous experiences with them. He considered the jury still out.
Then Charles has suggested that they watch Y tu mama tambien, which he'd miraculously found on the hotel 'International movies' line-up, because he'd heard it was sexy and the guys in it might be gay.
"That was fucking tragic," Erik complained, as the end credits rolled up, discreetly trying to wipe his eyes with a corner of the sheet.
"It was beautiful though," Charles had insisted. "And they were definitely gay. The scene at the pool?"
"Well, bi," Erik corrected him. "Or maybe anyone in the world would be desperate to sleep with Luisa."
"Fair enough," Charles agreed easily, "Now we just have to process having seen Cassian Andor's dick."
They sat in silent contemplation for a moment, until Charles picked up his phone and tapped away for a minute. "Oh don't worry," he announced. "It was prosthetic."
Now they were just lazing in bed again, considering their options for dinner.
"Do you think they'll send us another cake?" Charles asked.
"I hope not," Erik replied. "And it's unlikely, now we've scared of their cleaning staff and complained about their porn selection."
"I didn't actually do that," Charles laughed.
Erik was just glad they hadn't gotten a noise complaint on top of everything. They hadn't exactly been discreet today.
"I could feel a lot coming through from you, before," Erik remarked, remembering. "Are you sure you managed to keep it contained to me?"
Charles blushed, but it was followed by a short burst of irritation from him. He sighed.
"Well the woman next door might discover she has a newfound penchant for the name 'Erik'," Charles replied casually, "and anal."
Erik frowned. "I was joking."
"I'm bloody joking!" Charles exclaimed. "You really think I'd—"
"Of course not," Erik scoffed. "I knew you weren't serious, I just—"
"Erik," Charles interrupted, "not this weekend. Alright?"
"Yes. I'm sorry," Erik replied, feeling like a fool. Everything had been perfect for a while. He leaned in to kiss his forehead. "I love you," he said, quietly.
"I love you too," Charles replied immediately. But a few seconds later he huffed out a breath. "Though, if you can't trust me, I don't see—"
"I do trust you," Erik cut in, wounded.
Charles bit his lip. "You could make that a little clearer," he said hesitantly. "It would help."
"Right," Erik responded, chastened.
"As you do seem to enjoy it," Charles added, shifting around so he was facing him, and toying with the hem of his t-shirt. "When I let you in."
Erik swallowed. "I do."
"Mm," Charles agreed, clambering to straddle him. "I can feel how much you want it, how how much you like it when we're connected in every way possible." He ground down against Erik's lap, eliciting a groan.
"I don't think you've ever come as hard, as you did today," Charles continued, "fucking me just right, while feeling like you were getting fucked too."
Erik took in a quick breath, caught. He still wasn't sure if he was ready to try things… the other way around, as it were, but experiencing what Charles had earlier certainly made a more compelling argument. Even though he was getting more curious, he wasn't sure it was something he could relax enough to do himself, and he hoped Charles wasn't about to suggest that they should experiment right now. There was no-one he'd rather try it with than Charles, but he still wasn't quite there yet.
"I know you missed it," murmured Charles, moving his lips up close to Erik's ear, "when I was away and you couldn't feel me."
Erik shivered at the feeling of Charles' breath on his skin, the way his mind was reaching out to him, warm and honey-sweet. He was also, embarrassingly, relieved that Charles was leaning more into trust as it related to the telepathic side of things, rather than their current bedroom dynamic.
"Yes," he breathed, trying to banish his scattered thoughts, and let himself be distracted by how hot Charles was instead, remembering how much he'd wished he was there with Charles at the time, not just connected by the phone.
"Well you've got me now," Charles purred, grazing Erik's earlobe with his teeth. "What do you think we should do about it?"
Erik thought back to what they'd done on the call, what he'd missed the most. Obviously, the most important point was not being the one making Charles come, but other then that…
"Maybe we could take some pictures?" he ventured. "While we're here, in a nice place and everything."
Charles pulled back from him and chuckled. "I should have known." He looked thoughtful for a moment. "It might be a nice memento of the weekend."
"Exactly," Erik agreed, pleased. Charles couldn't complain about difficult angles if Erik could help take the photos either.
"Although," Charles suggested, "you have a lot of pictures, maybe we should try something else?"
Erik frowned. There were never enough, as far as he was concerned.
"Let's make a sex tape!" Charles exclaimed.
Erik paused. "Excuse me?"
"Not to share or anything," Charles hurried to clarify. "Just for us."
"You're not thinking of making a career change, then?" Erik replied, drily. Charles shoved him playfully. "I guess… it could be fun," he admitted.
Charles looked delighted. "Really?"
Erik shrugged. "I like the photos, and it'll be better than that."
"It will," grinned Charles.
"And if I hate it, I'll just fuck up your phone," Erik said. "So no one will ever see it again."
~
"Okay, you hold the phone," Charles instructed, handing it over, and then climbing onto the bed. "And I'll go down on you, then it's like a POV shot."
"I know what it is," Erik replied, annoyed. He thought they'd rather over-established his porn watching credentials earlier.
"Well, good," said Charles, getting comfortable between his legs. "Make sure you angle it so my nose doesn't look enormous." He paused, looking up at Erik. "Are you filming already?"
"No," Erik sighed. "I thought I'd wait until you stopped talking, unless you want to cut the audio."
Charles shook his head. "The audio is half the point." He grinned, and ran his hands over Erik's chest. "I wanna hear every sound you make, over and over." Erik grimaced at the thought. He'd somehow forgotten that in order to hear Charles, he'd have to listen to himself too. "Alright," Charles continued, taking Erik's cock in hand. "You can start now."
Erik tried to hold the phone steady as Charles made a show of licking him from base to tip, then stroking the rest of him slowly as he sucked on the head and tapped it on his tongue. Erik was holding back a groan already — it felt so good, and he could imagine watching the video later, the way Charles looked when he wrapped his mouth around him and swallowed him down…
Charles pulled off suddenly. "Wait," he said, as Erik looked at him with confusion. "I'm not going to let you come from this, so I'll stop, alright, when you're close."
"Am I meant to keep filming this?" Erik demanded, not delighted with the interruption.
"Just keep it going," Charles directed, "we can edit it later."
Erik sighed. Editing? Fuck, is this going to be more trouble than it's worth?
"Or we can leave it in, if you get turned on by hearing yourself bossing me around," Erik griped.
"Ha," Charles rolled his eyes. "Let's start again." He licked another wide stripe up Erik's cock. "Oh god," he said, in an exaggeratedly breathy and sultry tone. "How am I going to fit all this inside me?"
"Charles," Erik complained. "You don't have to do a voice, just because we're filming it."
Charles looked wounded. "I'm trying to make it sexy for you."
Erik sighed, and put the phone down. "Everything you do is hot Charles, you haven't figured that out yet? Just be yourself. I just want you."
Charles was still pouting a little, but he leaned in to kiss Erik anyway. "Fine," he said. "Take three."
Erik absolutely did not groan aloud.
Ten minutes later, when they'd made it through the blowjob scene, Erik made the directorial decision that the phone was going to be propped up on the nightstand from now on. Then they could just fuck normally and he could stop being distracted by trying not to mess up the shot. Charles had reluctantly agreed.
"We can do more complicated stuff another time," he'd reassured Erik, but he was really only talking to himself. Erik just wanted to come at that point.
He grabbed Charles at the waist and flipped him over, then pulled him up onto his knees. He surveyed the vista that was Charles' ass, and slapped at one of the cheeks, enjoying the jiggle of the flesh in the wake of his palm.
Charles let out a giggle, which abruptly turned into a moan as Erik used one hand to fondle his balls at the same time as leaning in and swirling his tongue over his asshole. Erik let himself get lost in the taste and the sensation as he licked and sucked, and Charles got louder and louder. Erik took a moment to suck his balls into his mouth as well, then nip on his inner thighs, before letting his tongue breach the rim of Charles' hole, and thrust into him desperately.
"Oh, fuck, oh, Erik," Charles panted, pushing back at him and grasping at the sheets.
The sound went straight to Erik's cock, and he felt himself getting even harder as he worked to drive Charles further into incoherence. Charles fell forwards onto his forearms as he rutted at the sheets; caught between them and Erik.
Fuck yes baby, you love it don't you, so desperate with my tongue in your ass. You're such a filthy slut.
"Yes, ah, more please…" Charles was starting to leak his pleasure across the connection in their minds, so Erik knew he was getting close. But he didn't want him to come just yet.
He pulled back, smacking Charles on the other cheek this time. "Get up," he ordered, moving over to prop his head up on the pillows, on his back. Charles looked over at him, somewhat dazed, eyes wide and blinking. "Sit on my face," Erik instructed. "I want you to grind down on me until I can barely breathe."
A sound like a sob escaped Charles' throat as he scrambled over to obey, kneeling over Erik. Erik made an approving sound and pulled him down onto his mouth by his hips, licking every part of him that he could reach.
"Jesus fucking christ," Charles moaned, his breath ragged alongside the sounds of slurping. He rocked himself back and forward on Erik's face, spearing himself on Erik's tongue as deeply as possibly. "Fuck," he choked out again, grabbing hold of his cock, and starting to stroke it in tandem, "You're going to make me come," he breathed, "Oh, fuck." Erik felt dizzy as he sensed Charles' heightened lust curling around the edges of his own, the slight sensation of a tongue in his ass, of a hand on his cock.
All at once, Erik lifted him up again, manhandling him to his back, on the bed next to Erik. Charles practically wailed in frustration at the loss of contact.
"Why?" he cried out, propped up on his elbows and looking betrayed. Erik tried not to laugh, but he did look incredibly adorable — his cock dripping, and his face red.
"Weren't we going to fuck too?" Erik asked, wiping his chin with his hand.
"Unh," was all Charles managed as he flopped back onto the sheets.
"Don't worry baby," Erik murmured, stretching himself over him, and going in for a kiss. "I'm here for you." He reached across for where Charles had left the lube, and slicked himself up quickly with one hand, as the other caressed Charles' thigh gently. When he was done, he grabbed Charles' legs and pulled them further apart, positioning himself in between. As he lined himself up at Charles' entrance, Charles wrapped his legs around Erik's waist, drawing him closer and giving Erik a better angle to push in.
They both groaned as he did finally thrust inside, slowly. As impatient as he'd been earlier, now Erik wanted to feel every second and make it last.
"Mm, baby you feel so good," he breathed, then kissed him deeply. Charles moaned into his mouth, massaging their tongues together, as the heated skin of his chest pressed against Erik. Charles' calves tightened around him, and Erik slid deeper inside until he bottomed out. He stayed there for a moment, just breathing into Charles' neck.
"Fuck, you take me so well," Erik moaned. "So good, Charles."
Charles pushed back against him helplessly. "Erik, fuck me, please," he begged, grabbing his ass and attempting to rock up harder.
Erik couldn't hold back anymore. He bracketed Charles' head with his arms, plunging his tongue into his mouth sloppily and filthily as he began to thrust in a steady rhythm. Charles grabbed hold of his hair, holding him steady as they moved together. Erik could feel Charles' cock rubbing against his stomach where they were pressed together, smearing him with precum.
When he couldn't concentrate on kissing him anymore, Erik bit into his shoulder as he thrust harder; Charles letting out punched out moans every time Erik pushed in. The sound of Erik's balls slapping against Charles grew louder, and Charles snuck his hand in between their bodies so he could get some extra friction.
Knowing that they were both getting close, Erik took a last little bit of effort and grabbed Charles' arms, holding them above his head with one hand as he held onto his hip with the other. Looking down into Charles' desperate and hopelessly gorgeous face, Erik couldn't help himself.
"I love you," he choked out, hips rocking faster. "I love you so fucking much."
Charles' look of concentration flickered with surprise for a second, then Erik was hit with an overwhelming sense of affection and desire , and just love, a pure shining kind of love, that brought tears unbidden to Erik's eyes.
"I love you too," Charles replied, panting. "I want you, I want this, for… for…" He tucked his head, and Erik couldn't quite make out the last word, but it sounded suspiciously like 'forever'.
Either way, Erik finally lost control, his orgasm tearing through him and dragging Charles along with it. Charles clung on to him, moaning out his name, as Erik's thrusts finally slowed. Erik pulled out carefully, then tightened his arms around Charles again, not letting him go.
"Oh god," Charles moaned, head tipped back as tried to catch his breath. "I think I might be pregnant now."
Erik snorted. "Time to go back to sex-ed, baby." He snuggled closer.
Charles laughed, and then slipped back into his porn star imitation tone."If anyone could do it, it'd be you, Daddy."
Erik let go of him in horror, and started to pull away. "No," he said firmly. "Absolutely not."
"Aww," Charles whined, clinging to him. "You're no fun at all. You are a dad, what's wrong with—"
"Charles," Erik gritted out, floating the phone over to the bed. "Let me go, I need to turn off the camera."
"Why?" Charles asked, faux-petulant.
"Because I'm going to murder you," Erik groaned, "and I need to get rid of the evidence."
The next morning, Erik woke up feeling bittersweet. It had been an intense weekend, but he didn't really want it to end — it was like they were in a cozy bubble inside the hotel room. At the same time, he was ready to get back in routine, and eat something sensible. There was just one more thing he wanted to do.
He rolled over, his chest feeling warm at the sight of Charles all snuggled in the duvet. Even though he'd had to wrestle for some of it to cover him during the night, when he'd woken up cold. Sleeping naked had it's pros and cons.
It had actually been fun, reviewing the footage they'd taken, before they went to sleep. It hadn't looked that bad in the end. Well, Charles had agreed that his ass looked great, and Erik was grateful it obscured his face for as long as it did. He couldn't do much about the sounds he made, except to keep his finger on the mute button. Charles thought the whole thing was hot, so that was great, but Erik could have done without his hyper-specific commentary — 'your balls looks so cute when they tighten up like that' wasn't every man's dream feedback.
"Morning, baby," Erik whispered, cuddling up behind Charles and pulling him into an embrace. Charles murmured sleepily, and petted Erik's arms as they tightened around his waist. "Are you awake?"
"Hm," Charles replied, with a yawn.
It was time to break out the big guns, so to speak. Erik gave his cock a few firm strokes, and then slotted it against Charles' ass. He pressed closer and slid up and down a few times.
"Mm," Charles stirred, smiling gently. "Good morning to you." He reached a hand behind him to grab Erik's thigh and pulled his leg around him.
"How are you feeling?" Erik murmured, kissing across his back, and beginning to grind into him a little harder.
"Good," Charles replied, his breath hitching slightly. "But also a little sore, if I'm honest." He chuckled.
Erik stop moving immediately. "Fuck, I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry!" Charles exclaimed. "It's the good kind. And I regret nothing."
"If you're sure," Erik replied, not totally convinced.
"Of course, darling," Charles murmured, rubbing back on Erik. "You don't have to stop."
"Hm." Erik didn't want to make it worse. "Maybe we should give it a rest."
Charles looked back over his shoulder to pout at him. "It's our last chance before we have to check out," he pleaded. "Just use a lot of lube, and go slow."
Erik shook his head. "I'm not going to fuck you. Have you forgotten you have to sit down for the whole drive home?"
Charles made a disgruntled noise. "I'll lie down in the back," he suggested.
"You will not." Erik shot back.
"Just keep doing what you were doing then, at least," Charles whined. "It was nice."
Erik sighed. It had felt good though, all soft and slow and sleepy. He reached for the lube. He poured a generous amount onto his palm and slick himself up, then ran his fingers down Charles' cleft to make sure the slide was easy on him too. Charles moaned softly, and Erik moved back against him quickly.
"Tell me if it's anything gets too much," he instructed Charles who nodded and reached back to grab Erik's ass and press him closer. Erik started to move again, groaning at the sensation as he slid in between Charles' cheeks.
After a little while, Charles rolled them over so he was on his stomach, and arched his ass up at Erik, so every stroke of his cock slid down to his balls and then up against his hole. Erik fought to keep the moving against each other at a relaxed pace, kissing Charles' neck and caressing his chest like he hadn't been doing the same thing all weekend. But every time was just as good, the slow and lazy movements feeling sweet and intimate after their more frenzied sessions.
"Put it between my thighs," Charles breathed, rocking back on him. "Then I can still clench around you, make you come."
Erik did as he was told, quickly adding some more lube to the inside of Charles' gorgeous, creamy, and surprisingly muscular thighs. He let out a small gasp as he pushed into the slick heat — not the same as being inside him, but still so good.
"Yes, fuck," Charles moaned, reaching for his own cock and stroking along with Erik's thrusts.
They came within seconds of each other, a drawn out, shaky orgasm that reverberated across their connection, sealing their destruction of the hotel sheets.
Erik sagged against Charles, exhausted, but made sure to roll slightly to the side, so as not to crush him with his weight.
"Mm," Charles said smugly, as he stretched. "Aren't you happy we didn't stop?"
"Yes, baby," Erik laughed. "You're always right."
"I know," replied Charles, cheerfully. "I always make the best decisions. Aren't you lucky?"
Erik took a deep breath. It was probably the moment, now. He didn't want to put it off any longer.
"Charles," Erik started, his mouth dry. His mind had been made up before they'd arrived at the hotel, but he really couldn't be sure how Charles would react. "Will you move in with me?"
Charles didn't say anything, and for a moment Erik was worried he was horrified by the idea, and he was trying to figure out how to let him down gently.
Then Charles was turning around in his arms, hair sleep and sex-mussed and eyes glistening. "Are you being serious?"
Erik's brow creased. "Yes? I wouldn't just say that—"
"Oh god, Erik." Charles kissed him enthusiastically, morning breath and all. Then he pulled away, looking anxious. "I mean, I know you wouldn't joke about it, but are you sure?"
"I'm sure," Erik said firmly, "I love you, and I want to be with you."
Charles' bottom lip quivered. "But it won't be like this all the time, you know."
Erik snorted. "What, life won't be some kind of non-stop fuck-fest? Well, in that case, forget about it."
Charles smacked him on the chest. "I mean, you think my apartment is a disaster and you hate what I eat, and I'm going to invade your space with children's science project supplies."
Erik grimaced. "Stop trying to talk me out of it."
"Erik!" Charles yelped.
"I actually considered all of that before asking you, Charles," Erik sighed. "And I still want it."
Charles gulped back a little sob. "But what about Lorna? She's your first priority, and she should be, and you know I love her too, but I don't want to get in the way—"
Erik put his hands on either side of Charles' face and kissed his forehead, which thankfully shut him up. "I love her and I love you, and I want you both in my future, okay?" Charles nodded tearfully. "You're great with her and she loves you too. And I trust you, I swear, and I want to show you that I mean it."
"Then, yes," Charles said, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand. "I want to live with you too."
"Good," Erik grinned, and kissed him properly again.
"But you're not just doing this because I said that, right? Because I don't want you to feel pressured—"
"Fucking hell, Charles, that's not why. Please, just let me kiss you."
"I'm going to kiss you every day, because we're going to go to bed together and wake up together, and have sex whenever we want—"
"Except when Lorna's there."
"For gods sake— yes, anything you want, my love."