Charles didn’t hesitate, he was up and out of Cerebro in seconds, leaving behind Logan who looked a bit shell shocked at what he had witnessed.
By the time the elevator dinged, letting him out on the main floor of the house, he was anxious. He needed to see Erik, needed to feel him. Make sure he was real, and still by his side. He recognized the feeling, he had the same anxieties after Erik had been shot, which intensified after he yanked the metal out of his chest.
“Liebling.”
The voice was soft and comforting.
But he didn’t want that.
Charles pulled him down into a heated kiss, tongued demanding entrance as he pushed his body into his embrace. <<Need you.>>
<<I got you.>>
He had no idea how they got from the elevator to their rooms, but he was grateful they didn’t have a school full of kids at that moment. The moment he heard the door lock behind him, Charles stripped Erik out of his too many layers of clothing.
Once he was gloriously naked, he pushed him down onto the bed. His gaze roamed over the strong chest, flat stomach, still to narrow hips, and solid thighs. He stripped out of his own clothes, and crawled onto the bed straddling him.
<<I need.>>
<<Take what you need, Charles.>>
He ran his hands up Erik’s body, fingers caressing over scars, some he never got the story of how he had got them, others he saw in Erik’s dreams, and a few he bandaged when they were fresh. His tongue licked over each one, he paid close attention to the one that went up his sternum. The one that kept Erik by his side, while almost taking him away.
Charles nibbled up Erik’s neck, then took his mouth into a deep kiss. <<Can I?>>
<<You’re always welcome.>>
He slipped fully into Erik’s mind, wrapping them together not just physically but mentally. Each touch, became a feedback loop, making them both moan in pleasure. It wasn’t often Charles took Erik, he prefered to bottom, enjoyed the feel of Erik in and around him, but right now he needed to be in him on all aspects.
The lube ended up in his hands, the cap slipped off and on the table. Charles shivered in pleasure at the use of Erik’s power, causing Erik to groan as his hands clutched at the blankets. He took his time preparing him, always marveling at the trust Erik gave him during these intimate moments.
“Charles get the fuck in me before I rip apart the pipes in the house.”
He chuckled into his neck, enjoying the fact Erik was totally lost, he was speaking in his native Polish and hadn’t even realized it.
He slid into him, with one thrust.
He wasn’t going to last, the heat and tightness wrapped around him was almost too much. Erik pushed upwards, pulling him the rest of the way in. He wrapped himself around Charles …
<<let go liebling>>
And he did.
He lost himself in Erik’s mind and body, it wasn’t long before he slammed into his lover, coming harder than he ever had.
It took a moment to realize he was staring up at the ceiling. He shifted his head to see Erik on his side, smiling at him. “You’re back.”
“Oh that’s embarrassing.” Charles curled into Erik’s arms. “How long was I out?”
“Long enough for me to wash us up and crawl back into bed.” He brushed back a lock of his hair. “I saw what your older self showed you.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t want you to see that.” He snuggled closer, not wanting to be far from him. “I won’t let that happen.”
“I promise you Charles, we will change this. Our destiny isn’t set, if it was I would’ve walked away on that beach.” He kissed the top of his head, trying to sooth his lover, when his own heart was racing.
Seeing even a glimpse of how he died, plus what happened to Azazel and Emma … Alex and the kids. He wasn’t sure he wanted to destroy Trask, kill Mystique, or just burn the world down.
Tomorrow they were going to change the world.
He was going to give Charles the future he deserved.
Even if he had to swallow his own ego.
Smut FTW! Yes! Why to go Charles… Heheh!