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Charles Xavier, submissive and senior at Westchester High, eighteen in July, thank you very much, is a little obsessed with Erik Lehnsherr, Dominant and senior. It doesn’t really make any sense to be honest, Charles is basically the epitome of the term nerd, with his frumpy cardigans and ill fitting slacks and bad haircut and short stature and a habit of being too smart for his own good, while Erik is, well, kind of completely the opposite.
“A total babe,” his younger sister had said once, when Raven had deemed it okay this one time to sit with him and his fellow nerd, Hank, at lunch. She’d been staring dreamingly at Erik in the lunch line, and Charles, who was very proper and didn’t blush to his hairline had spluttered and refused to let Raven even think about dating Erik Lehnsherr because he was much too old for her (she hadn’t even Presented submissive or Dominant yet, she'd only been thirteen at that point) and far too, well, predatory with his shark smile and too many piercings and leather jacket. And there were these rumours that he’d once scared a teacher so much for telling him to take the piercings out that the teacher had quit that very day. Charles not letting Raven entertain the idea was definitely because of those reasons and not because Charles had a massive, embarrassing, crippling crush on the other teen.
Which is currently the reason why Charles can’t pay any attention in his advanced calculus class, and he really needs to, because math isn’t exactly his strong suit. But Erik has, for some strange reason, sat behind him instead of his normal place in the back of the class, and Charles can look to the left and see the reflection of Erik in the glass of the window next to him, frowning up at the board.
The numerous metal piercings in his ear glints. Charles is transfixed, counting the metal studs and bars again in Erik’s left ear, even if Charles already knows how many are there. Seven in total, including an industrial bar piercing that Charles kind of wants to run his tongue across. He drops his eyes across the strong jawline, shadowed with ginger stubble, and isn’t that unfair because Charles hardly has any body hair at this point and they are the same age damn it, and lingers on Erik’s broad shoulders and ridiculously lean waist because wow, Erik should be a model or something. He would fit right into a magazine spread, half naked and brooding as he stared into the camera, long limbs sprawled across a leather couch, all Dom and uncompromising and sexy.
Charles shifts a little uncomfortably in his seat and looks up guiltily from where he is contemplating Erik’s hands. The long slim fingers are covered in steel rings and he ponders what they would feel like around his wrists, all firm fingers and hot grip and cold metal, and jumps a little in his seat to see Erik staring back at him in the reflection, pierced eyebrow risen and a smirk on his thin lips.
Ohmygod, Charles thinks in a panic, he saw me staring, and snaps his eyes back to the front of the classroom where Mrs Muligan is writing up an equation. The back of his neck burns red hot and he hopes to god that his floppy hair is covering it up.
A few minutes later he deems it safe to peek into the window again. He breathes in sharply when he realizes that Erik is staring intensely at the back of his head, his teeth bared lightly in a grin. Then Erik locks eyes with him again and his grin widens into an aggressive full fledged, full toothed smile. All of Charles’s nerves alight with the look and he stares resolutely back down at his work, furiously trying to differentiate the equation. It looked like Erik had wanted to eat him, but Erik has never even looked at him before. He hopes he hasn’t aggravated the other boy, because he gets enough trouble from big Doms at school, and even other subs.
He sighs and doesn’t look up into the window again, refusing to give into his brain making up the feeling of Erik’s eyes on the back of his neck.
-
“I’m going to fail calculus,” Charles moans into his textbook.
Hank doesn’t look sympathetic at all. “You’ve never failed anything in your life. You’ll be fine.”
“Uhm, physical education?” Charles points out and Hank rolls his eyes behind his thick glasses. “You’ve never failed anything that counts.”
“That doesn’t help,” Charles moans more and rolls onto his cheek, whimpering. “I swear, I can’t concentrate with his eyes on me. He’s been sitting behind me all week. It makes me all jittery and Mrs Muligan looks like she thinks I’m on drugs or something.”
“I don’t get your weird crush on Lehnsherr,” Hanks sounds even more unsympathetic. “He’s all grouchy and spiky with his piercings and he has no friends.”
“His piercings are hot, and he’s just mysterious, Hank.”
“Right,” Hank says dubiously, “well, here’s your chance to tell him you have a fetish for his ears.”
Charles bolts upright in his chair and spots Erik walking into the library, which is kind of weird because Erik has never set foot into the library, and Charles would know because he practically lives here. Erik looks around and Charles quickly picks up his textbook and buries his head into the pages, flushing.
“He’s looking at you,” Hank hisses out of the corner of his mouth. “I think he’s coming over here, oh man, he looks pissed.”
“Oh my god,” Charles whimpers and hunkers down further into his seat. Maybe Erik has realised Charles has a huge boner for him and is coming over to punch it out of him. Charles doesn’t even think he would mind if it meant Erik would touch him. Christ, he's doomed.
Scuffed black boots come into his vision and Charles figures he should look up, and wow Erik’s eyes are a beautiful grey and wow his frown is scary and gorgeous.
“Hey,” Erik says. Charles could melt at his accent if he wasn’t currently terrified.
“Uh- hi,” Charles squeaks and word vomits, “please-don’t-kill-me.”
Hank kicks him under the table, but he looks equally as scared.
Erik’s eyebrows raise, and his teeth are rather sharp. He ignores what Charles just said. “What time does your bio club finish after school?”
“Uh-,” Charles flounders. “Five?”
“Right,” Erik says and walks away. Charles is left gaping after his shapely arse in those tight black jeans.
Hank frowns, bewildered as Erik disappears through the doors. “What was that?”
Charles is rather confused also. “I don’t know. How does he even know I have bio club?”
“You shouldn’t have told him when you finish, numbskull,” Hank says. “He’s probably going to wait outside school with an axe and hack you to pieces.”
Charles pales. “Oh dear, you’re right,” he groans and slams his head onto the desk.
The librarian shushes him and Charles just makes a face at her. She doesn’t understand that he’s going to be cat food in under four hours.
-
Charles can’t concentrate during bio club and overfeeds the fish. He ends up scooping out soggy flakes of fish food out of the tank while everybody else leaves, and there goes his plan to find safety in numbers. Hank had abandoned him to his fate before and gone home since he wasn’t in bio club, stating that Charles had dug his own grave and he should just give in and lie in it already.
He had contemplated skipping club, but in the end just decided to go and rip the bandaid off, metaphorically. If he is going to die, Charles likes to think he is brave enough to face it head on.
Nobody is out in the hallway when he pokes his head out of the door, and he’s blissfully alone as he collects his things from his locker. He just about thinks he’s gotten away scot-free when he exits the front building of the school and almost jumps a foot into the air when Erik is there waiting, leaning up against the outside wall and smoking.
“You almost gave me a heart attack,” Charles squeaks and curses his inability to speak normally around the Dom.
Erik looks more amused than murderous, but still a little murderous. “We can’t have that, can we?” He takes one last drag of his cigarette, blows the smoke out and scuffs the butt out under his boot. “Come on,” he says and leads the way down the steps.
“Uhm,” Charles stutters, but since he’s an idiot, blindly follows Erik out of the school gates.
“Which way?” Erik stops out on the sidewalk and looks at him.
Charles feels utterly confused. “What?”
“Which way is your house?”
“Uhhh,” Charles tries to think very hard about why Erik would want to know which way his house is. He can’t think of a reason at all. “That way?” He points down the street.
Erik turns and walks in the direction Charles points in. Walks a few steps and looks over his shoulder. “Well, are you coming?”
“Yes?” Charles is seriously befuddled and almost trips over himself. Erik still looks more amused than murderous, which must be a good thing. They walk to the end of the street and Erik raises an eyebrow at him at the corner.
“Uh, this way,” Charles mutters, and really he should be leading Erik to a fake address or something because he’s pretty sure Erik’s only finding out where he lives so he can murder him in his house or something. But Erik’s presence kind of melts his brain and he ends up leading Erik on the fifteen minute walk to the town house that Mother had purchased for Raven and him to live in while they attend school.
Charles pauses outside the gate of a three storey white townhouse with far too many rooms for him, Raven and the live in maid. “So, this is me.”
Erik is looking up at his house with an unreadable expression. “Nice house,” he says. “Do you have anything after school tomorrow?”
“...No?” Charles says. Can he stop answering questions with questions yet? Christ he’s a disaster.
“Good,” Erik says and looks at him for a second. Charles fights to not squirm.
Erik pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his leather jacket and lights one. “See you later,” he murmurs around his smoke and heads off back down the street.
Charles just stares after him, dumbfounded. What just happened?
“Hey, nerd, what are you doing?” Raven yells at him from the front door. “You’re missing Criminal Minds!”
Right. Charles spins on his heel and heads inside.
-
“So?” Hank asks in homeroom, leaning up against the desk Charles is sitting in, “he obviously didn’t kill you.”
“Yeah,” Charles says. “He just, kind of, walked me home?”
“Weird,” Hank says, and he has a strange look in his eyes.
Charles frowns at him, “what?”
“Nothing,” Hank says and then the bell rings.
-
After school Charles and Hank walk out together, and Erik is leaning up against the wall outside the school, same place as yesterday, smoking again.
Charles blinks at him and Erik flicks away the ash on his cigarette. He pins Hank with a deadly grey gaze and Hank falls a step back. “Uh,” says the traitor, “I’m just going to go.”
“Hank!” Charles hisses, but the other sub just gives him an apologetic look and practically runs down the steps. Charles is so going to send him some choice angry texts later.
Once again, Erik leads the way. This time he doesn’t have to ask Charles the directions. They don’t speak again and Charles takes the time to admire Erik’s appearance as he trails a pace behind. He’s once again in his customary worn leather jacket with silver hardware, with a dark grey t-shirt that clings to his sculpted chest. He’s wearing a different pair of tight black jeans, these ones with rips at the knees and fraying at the ankles, and black, heavy boots. He’s changed out some of the silver studs in his ears for heavy silver sleepers and his eyebrow piercing is a ring also, his rings on his fingers are the same. He’s so fucking hot and Charles thinks it so damn unfair that Erik lucked out in the genetic lottery while Charles is probably in the lowest decile of attractiveness. He doesn’t stand a snowball’s chance in hell in even thinking about being Erik’s Sub.
Ten minutes is quickly over and Erik turns to him, holding his hand out. “Give me you phone.”
Charles almost drops it from where he digs it out of his jeans and hands it over, hoping to God that it isn’t sweaty from his palms. Erik raises an eyebrow and hands it back over. “Unlock it.”
“Uh, right, silly me,” Charles stutters and fumbles his passcode in. Erik giving orders is seriously hot and no, he can not pop a boner in front of his house in full view of the entire street. Erik takes it from his hands and taps away. When he gives it back Charles blinks at the new contact called Erik programmed into his contact list.
“I sent myself a text, so I have your number,” Erik says. “Do you like ice cream?”
Charles fucking loves ice cream. “Yeah. Do you?”
Erik shrugs, “not really. Are you free after school tomorrow?”
“Yeah,” Charles says.
“Good,” Erik replies and stares at him again for a second. “See you,” and then he’s walking back down the street.
Charles musters up the courage to wave even if Erik isn’t looking. “Bye!” He calls, and then bites his lip. For such a gorgeous guy, Erik sure is confusing. Ice cream? But holy shit, he has Erik’s number! Holy shit, he has Erik Lehnsherr’s number! Charles stares disbelievingly at his Iphone, and pumps his fist into the air. “Yes!”
Charles practically skips into the house. Raven looks at him weird where she’s already sitting at the kitchen bench, munching on sandwiches that Sarah, their live in maid that Mother had insisted on, had made that morning.
“Why are you all red?” She asks.
Charles goes a little more red. “No reason,” he says and steals a sandwich off her plate.
Raven eyes him dubiously, “uh huh. Weirdo.”
“Shut up,” Charles grumbles around a mouthful of bread, cheese, tomato and chutney and heads to his room.
Later, at night, after he’s stared at Erik’s number in his phone for what feels like hours, he jerks off to the memory of Erik’s voice ordering him to hand over and unlock his phone. Whimpers as he comes wet over his fist from thinking about Erik’s beringed fingers wrapped around his neck, holding him down and squeezing.
-
Erik is waiting for him again outside the front doors of school. Fellow students eye them weirdly as Charles wordlessly follows after Erik down the stairs and out of the gates. But this time Erik turns right instead of left.
“Uh, my house is the other way,” Charles points out.
Erik looks over his shoulder at him. “I know. Come on.”
“...All right.” It’s not like he has anything better to do, anyway. Except maybe wanking to imagining sucking Erik’s dick, which has to be huge based on what fills the front of Erik’s tight jeans, and Erik telling him that he’s so good, so good for him, and Charles coughs, flushing, and jogs after Erik who’s a few metres in front of him and gaining distance.
“Where are we going?” Charles asks after a few minutes. They’re heading into town, the exact opposite of the way to his house.
“You’ll see,” is all Erik says and Charles pouts. Erik eyes him, his mouth, and grins with all his sharp teeth. Charles blushes up to his hairline and Erik looks even more pleased and it’s kind of scary, to be honest. But hot.
They come to an ice cream parlour. Erik goes in before him and holds the door open, which Charles mumbles a thanks to, and then leads him to an empty table.
He pulls out a chair for Charles. “Sit,” he commands, and Charles falls heavily into the chair, eyes wide as his backpack slips from his fingers and onto the floor. That domineering tone of voice is going to kill him. It hadn’t even had any proper Command behind it and his knees had gone weak immediately.
Erik leaves him there, and goes up to the counter. He comes back with a plastic container half full of milk chocolate ice cream and the other half full of strawberry, which he places in front of Charles, and a smaller cup of bitter dark chocolate gelato for himself.
“This is for me?” Charles looks down at the ice cream. It’s covered in rainbow sprinkles, his favourite.
“Yeah,” Erik says. “I heard you say that you like milk chocolate and strawberries.”
Charles had been talking to Hank at lunch about the best way to eat chocolate, and where Hank had insisted dark chocolate and macadamia was his favourite Charles had insisted that strawberries dipped in milk chocolate were the best. He could’ve sworn Erik hadn’t been anywhere near them at the time.
“I do. Uh, thank you? You didn’t have to.”
Erik looks pleased as he digs his spoon into his gelato and doesn’t say anything. For the lack of anything better to do Charles starts to eat his own, smiling happily into the ice cream. It’s delicious. He has no fucking clue what is currently happening, but he’s not going to ruin anything by opening his big mouth and asking what the hell is going on. He’s just going to shut up and eat his ice cream.
Erik finishes his gelato before Charles and watches Charles finish his ice cream. Charles looks up from his last spoonful, sucking the last bit of chocolate flavour off of plastic, and goes red when he realises that Erik is staring intensely at his mouth. He quickly pops the spoon out and drops in into the empty cup.
“Did you like it?” Erik asks.
Charles nods. “Yeah, it was great. Uhm, how much was it, I can pay you back?”
Suddenly, Erik’s frown is back in place and he looks angry again. Charles hasn’t even noticed how pleasant his expression had been before. He panics a little. What has he done wrong?
“No,” Erik grits out and stands up. Charles scrambles to get his bag and follow Erik out the door. The bell jingles as the door swings shut behind him and he hurries to catch up with Erik’s long strides. It doesn’t take long to Charles to figure out that Erik is leading him home again.
Once again, they walk in silence, and when Erik notices that Charles is struggling to keep up with his pace, slows a bit for him. Charles huffs and comes up beside him, gripping the straps of his backpack tightly.
“Bye,” Erik says and disappears down the street when they arrive at Charles’s house.
“See you!” Charles waves, biting his lip. Erik’s expression hadn’t been too angry, just the normal scowl the other boy usually wore at school. He hopes he hasn’t ruined what weird thing that they have going on.
Raven is watching cute cat videos in the lounge when he walks in, and he sits down and joins her. “Where were you?” Raven asks idly, clicking on a Youtube video of funny cats.
“Got ice cream with Hank,” he says, because he doesn’t want Raven bugging him for details about why he had just got ice cream with Erik Lehnsherr. He doesn’t really know what’s going on himself.
“You should’ve asked if I wanted to come,” Raven whines, “now I want ice cream.”
“You wouldn’t have come anyway,” Charles rolls his eyes. “You always say that you can’t be seen in public with Hank and I.”
Raven flicks her long blonde hair over her shoulder. “Well, I could catch nerdiness from you two, and I’m just too gorgeous to be hidden away behind ugly sweaters.”
“They’re not ugly!” Charles squawks, indignant. He loves his sweaters; they’re comfy and warm.
Raven eyes the fuzzy green one he’s wearing at the moment, with the argyle pattern. “Yes, they are.”
Charles pouts and gets up, leaving the room.
“Aw, don’t sulk!” Raven calls after him and Charles slams the door to his room.
-
That night, after Charles finishes his history essay due next week, he’s in the middle of texting Hank when he gets a message from Erik. His heart skips a beat when he sees the notification, and he hastily jabs the screen to see the text.
Are you free after school tomorrow?
Charles grins happily. That means that Erik wants to see him again, he hadn’t ruined anything!
Yes, he replies, fingers shaking. He agonises over the simple text for a moment, then figures it’s okay. Short and simple, to the point.
Erik doesn’t reply. Charles chews at his lips for a moment, and ignores a text from Hank. Types out, thank you for the ice cream. It doesn’t hurt to be extra thankful, right?
No problem, Erik replies.
Charles grins and rolls over on his bed. He tries to think of something in reply, and ends up settling on thanks again, good night! :)
Night. Sleep well.
Holy crap, he’d just had a text conversation with Erik. Laughing, he holds his phone to his chest and stares dreamily at his ceiling. Wonders what Erik has been doing while texting him. Maybe lying on his bed as well, since it was rather late? And then the mental picture morphs into Erik, naked, lying on his back in his sheets, gripping his hard, huge cock and jerking himself off, metal rings glinting in the warm dim light.
Charles gasps and reaches into his pyjama pants. Masturbates to the image, thinking of the curve of Erik’s cock, what it would feel like in his hands, in him. Comes embarrassingly fast, and curls up under the covers, sleepy.
He drifts off, wondering what earrings Erik will be wearing tomorrow.
-
Sebastian Shaw corners Charles coming out of one of the submissive bathrooms after school. Shoves him back into the room and locks the door behind him. Charles struggles to get back up onto his feet and yelps in fear when Shaw rests one of his feet against his shoulder and forces him back down onto the tiles.
“Now what’s so special about you, hm?” Shaw drawls, and he just looks a little bored, like he’s pining an insect under his foot and not a human being or anything.
Charles gulps. “What? I don’t- I don’t know what you mean.”
“Quiet,” Shaw Commands, and Charles fights against the order, mind screaming against submissive instinct to obey. Manages a strangled noise, tears forming at the corner of his eyes.
“Weak,” Shaw sniffs, lifting his foot off of Charles. He examines Charles with cold eyes, and Charles, free of the constraint of Shaw’s foot, tries to get up again.
Shaw kicks him in the ribs and he goes down with a quiet cry. Tears stream from his eyes and leak down his cheeks, and he stares up in Shaw in horror. Clutches his side from where he’s sprawled on the floor, tries but fails to yell for help, Shaw’s Command still forcing his silence.
“Pretty enough when you cry,” Shaw muses, “but still. Makes no sense to me.” He nudges Charles with his foot and then turns on his heel, unlocks the bathroom door and leaves Charles on the floor, trembling silently.
Charles shakes, his side hurting like hell. His vision is a little grey around the edges and he feels weirdly sluggish now that the danger is over. He’s never ever talked to Sebastian Shaw in his life. Yes, they are in the same year, but in completely different social circles. Shaw is popular, on the bloody football team, and surrounds himself with other Doms. He doesn’t know why he’s suddenly come to Shaw’s attention.
Sniffing, he stands up on shaky legs and wipes away his tears. Splashes water on his face and examines his side, pulling up his shirt. His ribs are starting to bruise already, but when he gingerly pokes at them, they don’t hurt like when he’s fractured his arm when he fell off his bike a few years ago.
Shaw’s Command is wearing off. “Right, you’re okay,” Charles says to himself in the mirror, just to make sure he can. He hasn’t had a Dom’s Command forced on him for years, ever since Cain, but he remembers how helpless he’d felt, how much he’d hated it, and he feels like that now. He still feels shaky, and cold.
He splashes water on his face again, hoping it will help with his red, swollen eyes, and sniffs. Picks his bag up from where it’d fallen and makes his way out of the bathroom.
Erik is waiting for him again at the front doors. He takes one look at Charles’s pale face and red eyes and drops his smoke.
“What’s wrong? What happened?”
Charles sniffs, and he feels like crying again in the wake of Erik’s concern, but he refuses to let the tears fall. Suddenly he’s angry, “nothing that’s any of your business,” he snaps.
Erik’s face is thunderous. He stalks off and Charles watches, eyes wide, his stomach dropping. He’s gone and ruined everything, whatever everything was. But then Erik stops, takes a big breath, and turns back around. Steps back up in front of Charles and gently grips his chin in his fingers, making Charles tilt his face up and look him in the eyes.
“Are you okay?” He asks, and his grey gaze is intense.
Charles fucking quivers in his hold, like every submissive in every bad romance novels he’s ever read, but yeah, he kind of knows now why it’s such a cliche. “Yeah,” he whispers. He isn’t so cold anymore.
Erik doesn’t quite look like he believes him, but doesn’t ask again.
“Come on, then,” he says, and leads Charles down the steps of the school. Again, walks him home.
But this time, Charles finds himself asking if Erik wants to come in.
Erik looks rather smug, for some strange reason. “Yeah,” he says, and it’s Charles’s turn to lead him up to his house. He opens the door and lets Erik in.
“I’m home, Sarah!” He yells, and Sarah yells back from the kitchen, “there’s sandwiches and lemonade, Charles!”
“Groovy,” Charles chirps, “uhm, are you hungry?”
Erik shrugs, “I could eat.”
“Great! Uh, come on,” and shows Erik into the kitchen. Sarah looks up from where she’s reading a magazine at the breakfast bar.
“Erik, this is Sarah. Sarah, Erik.”
“Hello, Erik,” Sarah says, eyeing all of Erik’s piercings and leather and tight black jeans. Charles ignores her, scoops up some sandwiches on a plate and the jug of lemonade in the fridge. Erik says hello politely back, picks up two glasses that Charles asks him to take, and then trails after him.
Charles thanks the heavens that today is Friday, and that Raven is staying the weekend at a friends. He wouldn’t be able to deal with Raven if she saw Erik Lehnsherr in their house.
Charles leads Erik to the living room. His bedroom is currently a mess, and he doesn’t want Erik to like, somehow know that he’s been masturbating to Erik on his bed from the state of his sheets. It makes no sense, but Charles wants to take no chances.
“Is there anything you want to watch?” Charles says after he’s dumped the sandwiches and lemonade on the low coffee table.
“No.” Erik settles back into the leather couch, shedding his leather jacket and hanging it over the arm of the couch. Charles rips his eyes away from the sight of Erik’s strong forearms and turns the tv on. He struggles for a moment with the buttons; his hands are still shaky from Shaw’s attack. For a second he wonders if something is wrong with him, he’s beginning to get cold again, feels sluggish.
“I’m watching Planet Earth at the moment. Is that okay?”
“Sure.”
Charles quickly puts Netflix on the Chromecast and starts the new episode. He sits next to Erik on the couch, not too close, and folds a leg under him. Hugs himself for warmth. Doesn’t notice Erik eyeing him.
David Attenborough’s voice is smooth from the speakers, narrating over beautiful scenes of the ocean. Charles reaches for a sandwich for something to do, and hisses when his ribs twinge with pain at the stretch.
Erik is suddenly pushing him back, eyes narrow. “You said you were fine,” he growls and tugs Charles’s shirt out of his waistband.
Charles yelps in surprise, squirming as Erik yanks his shirt up to inspect his ribs. “Erik!” He tries to force his shirt back down, but Erik is having none of it, pining Charles back against the arm of the couch. “Be still.”
The order has no hint of Command, but Charles goes still immediately, eyes wide. Fingers adorned in numerous silver rings gently touch the bruise darkening over his side. Charles shivers, forcing back a whimper as his skin forms goosebumps.
“Who did this to you?” Erik’s voice is low and gravelly, his face set in a dangerous scowl.
Charles swallows. “Sebastian Shaw,” he whispers.
Erik grits his teeth and lets go of Charles’s shirt. “I’ll kill him.”
“What! No!” Charles grips Erik’s wrist, as if that will stop him, and then both of them are suddenly aware of how close they are. Charles’s legs are spread with Erik kneeling between them, the sub leaning back over the armrest, eyes huge with Erik looming over him. Erik’s hand is a hot brand against his hip, still in contact with his skin above his pants.
“Oh,” Charles breathes, and then suddenly Erik’s face changes. His grey eyes drop to Charles’s mouth. He leans forward an inch more, and then they’re kissing.
Time seems to slow. Erik’s lips slide against his, and then he’s licking his way into Charles’s mouth, not letting Charles shy away from him. He tastes like smoke and Charles makes a sound he’s never heard himself make before, tips his head up willingly and lets Erik dominate his mouth. Erik makes a deep sound himself as Charles timidly snakes his tongue around Erik’s.
Erik breaks off from him, and Charles notices all of a sudden that he’s shaking and that he feels warm and cold and nauseous and sluggish. Realises all too late what’s happening. Shaw’s assault on him from this afternoon is finally catching up with him, and the surprise of Erik kissing him, amazing enough as it is, has tipped him over the precipice.
“Oh no,” he whispers, and feels himself tilt sideways. Through the ringing of his ears he can hear Erik cursing, calling his name. “Charles, Charles? Shit, are you Dropping?”
-
Slowly, Charles becomes aware of things. He’s warm and comfortable, his wrists held in a strong, reassuring hold, up against his chest. Blinking, he squirms a little.
A hand holds his cheek and Charles manages to focus on Erik’s grey eyes with his own. The Dom looks relieved. “Charles?”
Charles clears his throat. “Yeah,” he croaks. He’s curled up on Erik’s lap with one of the Dom’s broad hands grasping both his wrists together, grounding him. The blanket from over the back of the couch is wrapped snugly around him. David Attenborough is still narrating in the background, wide sweeping shots of a desert showing on the screen.
“How do you feel?”
Charles blinks again, slowly. Finds that he’s not feeling horrible, not at all like he’s come out of a full Drop. “Okay,” he says.
Erik grunts, but his tone is gentle when he talks to Charles. “You didn’t Drop fully, I managed to fend it off. You should be fine in a few minutes. Do you want me to hold you a little longer?”
Charles doesn’t even have to think about it. “Yes, please.”
They sit on the couch for a while, until Charles doesn’t feel shaky and can only think about how Erik can’t be comfortable with a bony submissive sitting on him for this long. Shifts a little and lifts his head from where it has fallen onto Erik’s shoulder.
“I feel better now, thanks.” He doesn’t really want to get up, but they can only stay like this for so long until Erik gets impatient.
Erik lets go of his wrists and Charles quietly unfolds himself, staggers up onto his feet. Erik steadies him with a hand on his hip and Charles flushes. “I’m sorry.” He feels mortified that Erik has had to deal with him.
“Don’t be,” Erik says. His eyes flick to the lemonade and sandwiches on the coffee table. “You should eat something.”
Charles doesn’t feel particularly hungry, but does anyway. Has a few bites of a sandwich and discovers that he is. Erik watches him steadily over his own sandwich as he settles back into the couch.
“You can leave, if you want,” Charles mumbles after he finishes, staring at his knees.
Erik doesn’t say anything and Charles chances a glance up at the other boy. There’s a frown on Erik’s brow, but he doesn’t look angry, exactly. Maybe concerned?
“Next time,” Erik is saying, “tell me if you think you’re Dropping.”
Next time? Charles thinks, dazed. “Okay,” he says softly.
Pleased, Erik settles back into the couch. Charles eyes him out of the corner of his eye, but Erik only watches the television. Charles feels a little bereft and leans back into the couch cushions. A warm arm gets in the way; Erik has stretched an arm around the back of him. Blushing, Charles leans a little more towards the Dom and Erik pulls him closer, nestling him up against his side.
They watch until the end of the current episode with Charles hardly believing that he’s currently snuggled up with Erik Lehnsherr on his couch, watching Planet Earth. Erik is ridiculously warm and smells great, all smoke and musk. Charles knows that he’s going to be jerking off tonight so much that his hand is probably going to fall off.
“I should go,” Erik says after Netflix asks if they’re still there. Charles stiffens with disappointment and tries not to pout, but Erik must see something in his face because he grins at him, showing all his teeth. Reels Charles in, who lets out an embarrassing squeak which turns into a breathless moan as Erik kisses him, holding him in with a firm hand on the back of neck, fingers in his hair.
When Erik pulls away Charles tries to chase his lips, but Erik covers his mouth and nose with his broad palm. Charles’s eyes go wide and he stops breathing, pliant in Erik’s hold.
Grey eyes go a little dark and Erik curses under his breath. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he mutters and Charles blushes bright red at the praise. Yes, he wants to be perfect for Erik. Wants to slip down to his knees at Erik’s feet and bare his neck, wants to worship Erik’s hands with his tongue, taste flesh and metal.
“I really have to go.” Erik sounds put out and drops his hold on Charles. “Text me if you need anything. If you feel even a little like you’re going to Drop again.”
Charles really doesn’t want Erik to go, but he ends up just saying “Okay.” He doesn’t want to whine and be one of those needy Subs that have to be around their Dom all the time.
Erik collects his jacket off the arm of the couch. Charles follows him to the front door and gets thoroughly kissed on the steps by Erik before they other boy leaves.
“Bye,” Charles says dazedly. Erik smirks back at him and ambles out the front gate without a word.
Charles almost pulls a muscle wanking that night, remembering the feeling of Erik’s hand restricting his breathing, the cool metal of his rings digging into Charles’s face.
-
Erik is waiting outside his house Monday morning.
Charles freezes on the front steps, mouth open wide. Raven bumps into his back. “What the hell Charles?” She looks around his shoulder. “Is that- is that Erik Lehnsherr?”
“Uh,” Charles says, intelligently. Erik spots him from the front gate and grins at him. He’s in his leather jacket, of course, and a crisp white shirt with a v neck that gives a glimpse of his chest. His multiple piercings glint in the morning light, flashing at his ears and eyebrow. Charles hasn’t ever felt as frumpy as he feels now, in the face of such attractiveness.
“Holy shit, it is,” Raven says. Charles finds that his feet start walking forward again. “Don’t say anything,” Charles hisses at his younger sister, “just, please.”
Raven doesn’t have a chance to reply before they join Erik. “Hey,” Erik nods at Raven and then looks at Charles. “Charles,” he greets and is then tugging the textbooks Charles holds close to his chest away from him. Charles just lets him, blinking in confusion.
Erik starts walking, carrying Charles’s textbooks in his unfairly muscled arms, and Charles hurries after him. Raven trails behind them with an incredulous look on her face.
“How long were you waiting?” Charles has to ask, because he hasn’t told Erik what time he and Raven left for school in the morning.
Erik shrugs. “Not long.”
Charles doesn’t know what to say to that, so he just says “huh. Uhm, I don’t think I thanked you properly for Friday. I’m really sorry that you had to deal with that.”
He ignores Raven behind him hissing, “deal with what?” and Erik ignores her too.
“You don’t need to thank me,” Erik says simply, “I was happy to.”
Charles flushes a little, a smile hanging on his mouth.
“But tell me next time something happens,” Erik reminds him. “I will,” Charles says. His stomach is making happy little twirls inside his body.
They get to school and Erik walks him to his locker, helps him unload more things out of his bag. “See you later,” he says and disappears into the crowd of students beginning to form, probably heading off to his homeroom.
“What the hell!” Raven practically yells when Erik is out of earshot. “When did Erik Lehnsherr start walking you to school!? Last time I checked he didn’t even know you existed! How does he know where we live!?”
Charles tries to hide his face in his locker under the pretense of trying to find his textbook for his first class. “He started walking me home on Wednesday,” he admits, but says nothing about Erik kissing him on the couch in their living room.
“This is fucking insane,” Raven says.
“Don’t I know it,” Charles mutters, and is saved from his little sister yelling at him more by the bell.
-
Erik sits with Charles and Hank at lunch. Charles doesn’t know who’s more shocked, everybody else in the cafeteria, Hank, or himself.
Erik just looks nonchalant as he munches through an apple with his abnormally sharp teeth. He gives Charles a chocolate muffin and watches him eat every last bite with eagle eyes, and Charles feels kind of a little scared at Erik watching him so intensely and fucking elated that Erik is sitting with him at lunch but also kind of confused about Erik making him eat a muffin.
But Erik looks pleased when Charles says it was really nice. Hank just makes a strangled noise at Erik’s toothy grin and tries to disappear into his yoghurt.
-
After school, Erik is waiting for him again. “Do you want to come over to mine?” Erik asks, and Charles almost makes himself dizzy with how fast he nods.
“I have to finish that calculus assignment that’s due,” Erik says as they walk down the road. “We can do it together.”
Charles hasn’t started that particular assignment himself, mostly because he’s been too busy wanking furiously over Erik. “That would be great,” Charles says, even if he’s disappointed that the plan seems to be studying and not making out.
“Mama, I’m home!” Erik says as he walks into a small, cosy looking home after about a twenty minute walk in the opposite direction of Charles’s. He must be walking at least half an hour back everytime he walks Charles to and from school.
A woman pops out of a room from down the hall, wearing a uniform. Her hair is brown, thick and curly around her kind face. She’s smiling wide and her nail polish is chipped and her shoes scuffed from work and Charles thinks she’s absolutely beautiful.
“Erik, Mäuschen, I was just leaving for work. Oh, who’s this?” Her hazel eyes alight on Charles.
“Hello, I’m Charles,” Charles smiles and holds out his hand palm up in a traditionally submissive greeting. Erik’s mum looks positively delighted to see him and grips his wrist quickly, hands firm like her son’s. “I’m Edie,” she continues, “oh look at you, aren’t you a treasure.”
Charles flushes up to his hairline and ducks his head, pleased that Edie seems to like him.
“Mama,” Erik whines, and Charles finds it so endearing how Erik acts around his mother. Who would’ve thought, Erik Lehnsherr, a mother’s boy?
“There’s dinner in the fridge,” Edia says to Erik, “I really have to go or I’ll be late. Nice to meet you, Charles,” she smiles at Charles, kisses Erik on the cheek, and leaves after whispering something in Erik’s ear. Charles is fascinated at the redness that spreads across Erik’s cheeks.
“What did she say to you?” Charles asks when Edie has left.
“Nothing,” Erik says, stone faced. “I’ll show you my room.”
Erik’s room is neat, but there is a hamper in the corner overflowing with dark clothing. Charles is curiously looking around at the posters on the wall when Erik grabs him and pushes him up against the door and kisses him forcefully.
Charles gets with the program pretty quick. He hangs off of Erik’s broad shoulders and surrenders his mouth, curiously twining his tongue around Erik’s demanding one. Whines when Erik breaks the kiss, but then tilts his chin up, gasping breathlessly as Erik bites down his neck. Erik slips his hands up under the sweater and shirt he’s wearing and palms his nipples, running his thumbs over the sensitive nubs.
Charles goes weak at the knees and moans helplessly, clinging to Erik. His dick has gone from soft to rock hard in like zero point five seconds flat and all his blood is leaving his brain and making him giddy.
“Fuck, I’ve been thinking about doing this to you all weekend,” Erik says into his neck. Charles answers by whimpering when Erik bites down hard and starts to suck a dark mark just under his chin.
“Erik, oh god,” Charles breathes and then arches when Erik pinches one of his nipples. His hardness comes in contact with Erik’s and Charles is going crazy, Erik’s making him go nuts, holy shit Erik’s dick is hard, and huge. He tries to press his crotch closer, wanting to grind, but Erik pulls away and traps him hard against the door by his shoulders.
“Don’t do that,” Erik grits out, “it makes me want to do things to you that you won’t like.”
Charles moans loud at the words and his hips stutter, “please, Erik,” he pleads, “I’ll let you do anything to me.”
Erik breathes in deeply and lets it out. “You don’t mean that. What I want to do to you-”
“I do,” Charles insists, “I want you to do whatever you want, please, I want to be good for you.”
Erik looks at him for a second, breath held, before he exhales in a rush and smashes their mouths together, tugging Charles hair to tilt his head up for him. Charles goes limp in his hold, moaning at the slight pain.
“On the bed,” Erik commands and steps back from him. Charles takes a wobbly step forward. “Crawl,” Erik says, voice deep with arousal, and Charles can’t deny him, slips to his knees, feels himself sinking slowly into a sweet haze as he crawls.
Charles pulls himself onto the dark duvet and then Erik is there, lowering him down, helping him out of his sweater and shirt. Grey eyes go dark at the purple green bruise over his ribs but Erik only kisses it lightly, and then licks up to his nipples. Charles throws his head back, moaning, can’t help spreading his legs further and pulling Erik’s head closer in by his dark red hair.
Erik pulls back and grabs his wrists, pushing them up over Charles’s head. He presses them into the mattress. “Keep them there, or do I need to restrain you?”
Charles’s cock strains at the words but he shakes his head, “I’ll be good,” he manages to say.
“Good boy,” Erik practically purrs. Charles feels his stomach clench in pleasure and he lets out a shaky breath at the praise. “Please,” he whimpers.
Erik hushes him and bites down his body. Sits up and wrestles Charles’s shoes and socks off, then yanks down his pants impatiently. Charles squirms, uncomfortable in his nakedness, but Erik quietens him down with a searing look.
Erik runs a beringed finger up his thigh reverently and Charles hides his face in his shoulder, embarrassed by the evidence of his arousal. His face flames even more when Erik chuckles at his shyness.
“You haven’t subbed for anyone before, have you?” Erik asks. Charles can’t speak, just shakes his head no. Peeks curiously through his lashes when Erik makes a strangled noise and rests his forehead on his hip. “I shouldn’t-” he groans, “I’ll ruin you.”
Charles wants to be ruined. “Please,” he breathes again, “Erik, anything.”
And Erik makes another noise and then practically rips Charles’s underwear off, baring him completely. Charles’s cock makes a slapping noise as it’s freed from its confines and bounces up against his stomach, flushed and already weeping at the tip. His hips arch without meaning to but Erik just pins him down, fingers bruisingly forceful against his easily marked skin.
“Be still,” Erik orders, Command slinking into the low words. Charles is now unaware of his previous embarrassment and just nods, eyes huge and luminous as Erik forces his legs apart and settles between them, grabs at his dick with those hands that Charles has fantasised about for years, makes Charles cry out and struggle to stop himself from bucking up into the hold. Fingers explore down to his balls, roll them gently and then explore further down and Charles has to hold his breath as they brush over his hole. “Oh god please,” he begs and realises that he’s started to cry, tears running down the side of his face and into his hair.
Shushing him, Erik just runs his fingers back up and grabs his weeping cock again, pulls once, then twice, and then bites Charles on the inside of his thigh. Charles sees white, jaw dropping open soundlessly as his body convulses in orgasm.
He comes back, drowsy, to see Erik lying next to him, propped up on an elbow. He looks simultaneously pleased and predatory, his fingers playing with one of Charles’s nipples.
“You came without my permission,” he says and digs a nail into vulnerable flesh.
“I’m sorry,” Charles cries, mortified. He’s never come so fast in his life and what Erik must think of him now, undisciplined and desperate and so inexperienced.
“Hm,” is all Erik says as he tortures Charles’s overly sensitive nipple into puffiness and redness, and Charles just lies there, taking it and trying not to squirm away, trying not to squirm closer, tears leaking from his clenched shut eyes.
When Charles starts to wonder if he can take anymore, Erik scratches down to his stomach, leaving red marks in his wake. Gathers up Charles’s come in his fingers and pushes them against Charles’s plush lips. Charles moans around them and sucks off his own come, not minding the bitter taste, and continues to lave his tongue over Erik’s beringed fingers, watching through half lidded eyes as Erik stares at his mouth, transfixed.
Erik scoops up more come and feeds him again and again, until most of it Charles’s spend is gone, and then kisses him hungrily, chasing the taste of Charles on his tongue. He pinches Charles’s hurting nipple again, making him hiss, and then switches nipples and works that one into matching swollenness, leaving Charles panting and sweating in his sheets.
“I think you deserve to be punished,” Erik says, his tone casual, and Charles whimpers because isn’t this punishment enough? “Don’t you think so, Charles?”
Charles fights to get words out of the haze he finds himself in, “yes, Erik,” he croaks.
“Good.” With that, Erik sits and manhandles his limp body up and over his clothed lap, uncaring about Charles’s come smearing over his jeans. The rough material chaffs against Charles’s sensitive cock and he gasps in pain as his sore nipples make contact with the sheets. He squirms for a moment, unmoored, until Erik presses a hand down on his lower back and anchors him. A hardness pokes into his side; Erik’s erection hasn’t subsided at all.
“Ten,” Erik simply says, taking off his rings and placing them on the bedside table. “I expect you to count.” And then he smacks Charles, hard, over the curve of his arse. Charles yelps, body jolting, and he tries to cover his vulnerable behind with his hands.
Erik growls his displeasure and yanks Charles’s hands up to the small of his back, making him grip his own wrists. “Five more, and count, Charles.”
If it’s even possible, the second smack across his arse is even harder. Charles howls, and then forces out “two.” He’s crying freely now, but he settles a little when Erik praises him. “Good boy. You’re going to take this so well, baby.”
And then Erik begins to lay into him, his palm an unrelenting surface against him. By the tenth smack Charles has stopped howling and cries silently. He’s managed to get hard again, but it’s secondary to the burning of his arse, the need to be good for Erik while he’s punished.
“Fourteen,” he hiccups, body limp, completely surrendering. He doesn’t even flinch when Erik runs a hand over red skin.
“Beautiful, you’re amazing, just one more,” Erik murmurs and then lifts his palm. Hits him so hard that Charles moves an inch further up the bed.
“Fifteen,” he breathes. And then Charles is floating, his limbs lead heavy and eyes half lidded. Erik could keep smacking him and he would take it with no complaint, would welcome it, would ask for more if he could form words.
“So good for me, baby, you’ve done so well,” Charles only half registers the words, but they inspire sparks of spiraling pleasure throughout his body. He’s only slightly aware of Erik pulling out his own cock and stripping it ruthlessly with a hand, curling over it and gritting his teeth as he comes, spilling white strips of semen over Charles’s reddened cheeks. Charles purrs at the sensation, welcoming the sting.
Once Erik is done gasping for breath he gently lays Charles face down on the bed, disappears and comes back with a warm, damp washcloth and some lotion. Wipes Charles down of come, rolling him over to get at his cock, now half-hard. Charles only makes a small noise when his bottom comes into contact with the sheets and goes with Erik’s pull to get him onto his stomach again.
Murmuring praises, Erik gently rubs lotion into his stinging flesh. When he’s done he strips down to his underwear and shirt and kisses Charles, pulling him into his arms as Charles find his way back into awareness and out of subspace.
Blinking, Charles makes a small sound. Erik grins with all his sharp teeth at him and tugs lightly at his messy hair. “You were so good, you went down so well,” he says, “perfect.”
Charles lights up even as his cheeks heat. “I wasn’t though,” he mutters, “I came too fast,” and he buries his head into the pillow in shame. The world is still slightly murky around him and he feels lethargic, but satiated, still floating lightly on his high.
“Hey,” Erik uses his hair to manhandle him into looking him in the eye. Charles’s gaze skitters away and Erik grips a little harder, forcing him to focus. “It was your first time subbing, I shouldn’t have expect anything more. We’ll work on it.”
Charles bites his swollen lower lip, “okay.”
“Say it, Charles, it was your first time, and I’ll help you be better next time.”
“It was my first time, and you’ll help me be better next time,” Charles obediently repeats and Erik kisses him, deep and hot and possessively.
“Hungry?” Erik asks after they’ve lazed around in bed for an hour, Charles trying to hide his nakedness under sheets shyly as he fully emerges from subspace, and Erik not letting him, a silly grin on his face as he’d wrestled the sheets out of Charles’s hold. He’d bit and sucked more marks into Charles’s skin, over his shoulders and down his belly and over his thighs, until Charles was a mess of dark red hickeys and teeth marks and quivering limbs. There is no mistaking Erik’s claim on his body now.
Charles stomach finds that it’s the perfect time to growl. Nodding through his blush, Charles watches Erik get up and hand him his underwear and a large black shirt. Erik stares at him with hawk eyes as he slips out of bed, flushing further as he pulls on his worse for wear boxer briefs and slips on the shirt. It’s slightly too big for him, hanging past his hips, but surprisingly not overly too big around the shoulders; he must’ve grown last time he scrutinized himself in the mirror.
They both pad barefoot into the kitchen. Erik pulls him into his lap and feeds him cheesy pasta that he’d pulled out of the fridge and heated up in the microwave. Charles stomach feels warm, and not just from the food.
“I was serious about the calculus assignment,” Erik says as he feeds Charles the last mouthful. Charles pouts but they end up lying on the floor of Erik’s room, dutifully completing their homework. Charles is pleasantly surprised how easily Erik grasps math, even better than him at some points, and Erik shrugs when he points it out. “I want to be a mechanical engineer, I have to be good at it.”
Erik’s intelligence and aspirations are hot, and Charles finds himself biting his lip. Erik’s eyes go dark as they watch his teeth make indents into his lip, but they continue with the assignment until it’s time for Charles to leave.
Erik walks him home, kisses him senseless up against his front door, pressing his fingers into the marks he has left on Charles’s pale neck, as if wanting to remind himself that they’re still there, remind Charles that they’re still there.
“See you tomorrow,” he says and Charles can only nod dazedly. “Don’t touch yourself,” Erik whispers, gripping Charles’s dick in his pants, which is valiantly hardening, “this is mine now, not yours. If you want to masturbate, ask me first.”
Erik’s going to drive him insane, Charles thinks. “Yes, Erik,” he croaks and Erik lets him go, walks out the gate with a wave and a sharp toothed smile.
When Charles gathers himself enough, hoping that nobody down the street has been looking out any windows to see him trying to will down his erection, he opens the front door to find Raven standing there.
She points a finger at him, enraged. “You wouldn’t answer any of my texts, you’re late, what the fuck is going on with Erik Lehnsherr- is that a hickey- are you wearing his shirt?!”
Charles sighs.