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Title: Practice Makes Perfect
Fandom: XMFC
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating: NC-17 (for drunken fumblings, rimming, and demeaning endearments)
Length: ~2,700 words
Prompt: http://1stclass-kink.livejournal.com/7761.html?thread=16118609#t16118609
Verse: Practice Makes Perfect (aka Erik has a massive cock)
Summary: Charles flirts, propositions, and gets propositioned. Erik is just there to make sure he gets back to the hotel safe. Really.

Charles stumbles into the hotel room and collapses onto his bed, splaying his arms and legs out and letting his head fall to the pillow.

"Well, that was unsuccessful," he mutters, frowning and thinking of the mutant with the healing factor who told them to 'fuck off'.

Erik chuckles at him, leaning against the doorframe and shaking his head.

"You can't convince everyone," he says, a smirk pulling up his lips.

Charles sort of wants to kiss it away, but he ignores the desire. He is getting used to refusing himself what he wants.

"I'm going to go out and get drunk," he announces, nodding to himself before sitting up. "You should come."

Erik looks at him with dark, intent eyes, and Charles really wants to know what he is thinking. Somehow, he stops himself from prying.

"Someone has to watch you," Erik agrees.

Charles blinks, a bit shocked that Erik agreed. But he doesn't look a gift horse in the mouth - instead, he jumps into the bathroom for a quick shower.

*****
One hour later…

"You have a very groovy mutation," he tells the woman seriously, nodding just enough to make himself dizzy. Her hair is a most beautiful shade of red, and he tries to think of the name of the appropriate gene. He could make it up, of course, and she would probably never know - but Charles likes to get these things right. Ah, he has it!

"Does she?" a man interrupts, coming to stand at the woman's side - his body language claiming the woman as his. He is fairly handsome, and very, very tall. And wide. And muscular. Charles gulps, just a little bit, and wonders if Erik is going to come to his rescue. This isn't exactly his fault - the woman's mind is very welcoming, and she does not put off the mental vibes of a woman in an exclusive relationship. Before Charles can send out an SOS, however, the man leans closer to him, placing a large hand on his upper thigh.

Charles blinks down at it, wondering if it is really there. Maybe the man hit him so hard that now he is hallucinating? He doesn't remember being hit. He thinks he would remember that.

"Do you want to come to our room and explore her mutation more closely?" the man whispers, his voice a seductive purr.

Charles is still a bit preoccupied by the hand on his leg, because it is drifting up, and up, and the woman is just looking at him with a smirk, and Charles thinks that maybe he is a bit out of his depth. He's never had his propositions turned around on him so.

Suddenly there is a strong, warm presence at his side, and the man yelps, stumbling back. He is clawing at his watch, and Charles sighs before mentally poking Erik - telling him sternly not to harm the man. The watch stops melting into the man's skin, and he looks at them both with confused, frightened eyes. The woman has the same look, and she slides off the barstool to join her companion.

Charles raises a hand to his head, and suddenly their expressions go blank.

"Next bar," he says, throwing some bills down for the bartender and hopping off his stool. "Let's go. I'm not drunk enough yet."

Erik glares at him, but follows.

*****

Does he have a sign on his back tonight, pointing down and indicating "please pinch, grab, and grope at will"?

Charles stumbles away from the bar and the two older women who had snuck up on him and stolen a quick squeeze. Erik is sitting at a table in the corner by himself, and Charles goes to sit down next to him. Somehow he misjudges, and winds up on Erik's lap.

"Whoops," he giggles. "I… I missed. You're comfy."

Erik wraps strong arms around him before Charles tumbles to the floor.

"I think you've had enough," Erik says seriously. "You ready to head back now?"

"Head…" Charles murmurs. "I wanted some head tonight. But everyone is too old or too young to too… too many. I've had three couples proposition me tonight! Three! And everyone is squeezing my bum. Is my bum more attractive than usual tonight?"

"Your bum is no more attractive than usual," Erik replies, a smirk tugging at his lips. He pulls his wallet out and lays a few bills on the table, before standing and heaving Charles to his feet.

"Hey!" Charles protests. "Are you saying my bum isn't attractive? Why would people squeeze it if it wasn't attractive?"

Erik chuckles, pulling Charles's arm around his shoulders and helping him stumble to the door.

"I didn't say it wasn’t attractive, Charles. I said it wasn't any more attractive than usual," his friend replies.

It takes Charles the fifteen minutes from the bar back to the door of their hotel room to figure that one out.

"Oh!" he exclaims. "You think my bum is usually attractive."

Erik unlocks the door with his abilities, before helping Charles inside and closing the door behind them. Charles slips into his mind, just a bit, just to see if he's right.

"Oh!" Charles exclaims again. "You just think I'm generally fit. Would you like squeeze it? You would like to squeeze it."

Erik is looking at him with disbelieving eyes, so Charles wraps his arms around Erik's neck and leans up for a kiss. Erik stands there for a moment, completely frozen, before wrapping his arms around Charles' waist and kissing back.

"You can squeeze my arse if you want," Charles tells him, murmuring softly against Erik's lips before going in for another kiss. His friend groans and takes advantage of the permission, sliding his hands down to cup Charles' bum, kneading and squeezing.

"God, Charles," Erik murmurs against his lips. "How much have you had to drink?"

"Erik, please," Charles begs against his lips, reaching forward for another kiss and practically climbing his body, writhing against him and bringing his legs up to wrap around his waist. "Please. Clothes off. Now."

"You're drunk," Erik groans, kissing back. "So drunk I can't - I can't take advantage of you."

"No," Charles pouts. "You! You are drunk."

Then tumble onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and lips and then Charles is doing his best to tear Erik's clothes off.

And then Charles stares.

"I thought you knew everything about me?" Erik asks with a smirk, reaching down to give his half-hard cock a stroke.

Charles makes a little choked noise in the back of his throat.

"I... I didn't. Really, Erik? How... I can't..." Charles whispers, looking at Erik's dick with wide blue eyes.

'He looks almost innocent like that,' Charles catched Erik think.

Charles knows it makes Erik want to despoil him.

"Practice!" Charles announces. "I will need to practice first."

"Practice?" Erik asks.

"Well, I won't be able to take it all at once. So - practice," the telepath responds, nodding decisively.

Then he yawns, blinks suddenly heavy eyes, and lays down to curl trustingly against Erik's side. Erik just looks down at him and smiles fondly.

"I am so screwed," Erik informs his cock as Charles drifts to sleep, and Charles wonders if his friend will take care of himself before joining him in slumber…

*****

Charles wakes up with a massive headache, wishing that all the light would just go away. He is laying half-sprawled on a strong, warm chest, each breath making his head rise and fall just a bit.

"Awake?" an amused voice asks from above him.

"Go away," Charles mutters, snuggling closer to the warmth. "Good pillows are quiet."

Erik chuckles just a bit. Stupid Erik never gets hangovers.

"I heard that. You're projecting, Charles. Your mental voice is very petulant," Erik teases him.

"Yeah, well, you're cock is huge, and it is never going to fit up my bum," Charles responds snarkily.

Then he realizes what he just said, and flushes crimson.

"Oh, it will fit. We will just have to practice ," Erik responds, his voice pure sex and his mind projecting filthy images to Charles's poor hung-over brain.

"I'm going back to sleep," he announces, rather than responding to Erik's suggestion.

His last thought before he slips back off is that he will not mind practicing, not with Erik.

Charles wakes some time later, his headache greatly diminished and something long and hard pressing into his stomach.

"Oh," he exclaims when he glances down, getting his first good (sober) look at Erik's penis. It is just as magnificent as he remembers from last night, when he wondered if his drunk mind was playing tricks on him. Erik is nearly fully hard, sleeping trustingly beneath Charles.

Charles slides to the side a bit, so he can rest his head on Erik's shoulder, looking down and letting his hand splay possessively on Erik's toned stomach. Charles dips his fingers into his navel, then reaches down to play with the dark trail of hair leading down to where he really wants to touch.

He knows the second Erik is awake, his unconscious mind flipping to conscious in a moment, expanding outward to brush against Charles's telepathy. Erik has one of the most dynamic minds Charles has ever touched, and it is always a pleasure to feel it work, even when he is not consciously trying to glean anything.

"Good afternoon," Erik murmurs, a large hand coming up to play with the hairs at the nape of Charles's neck. "Are you feeling better?"

"Yes," Charles replies, looking up to meet Erik's eyes. "I... I'm sorry that I fell asleep on you, last night."

Erik smirks down at him, blue eyes glinting fondly.

"I'm glad, actually. You were drunk off your mind," he points out.

Yes, that Charles was. He needed it, to get the courage up to approach Erik. Erik had... reacted more favorably than anticipated.

It had been a very pleasant surprise.

Just the memory of last night, the kisses and the caresses and everything before Charles passed out, is enough to get him a bit worked up. Erik's eyes darken in lust, as if he knows exactly what Charles is thinking.

Maybe he does.

"I'm going to kiss you know," he warns teasingly, before dipping his head down to capture Charles' lips with his own.

Charles moans into the kiss, pressing himself firmly against Erik's side. He pulls away after a moment, and Erik looks unsure for just a moment - until Charles lays on his back and urges Erik on top of him.

Erik slips between his thighs as if he belongs there, bracing himself on his elbows on either side of Charles's head and looking down at him lustily.

"Should have told me you wanted me on top," he growls lowly, dipping down to kiss Charles again. And again. And again.

"Mmm," Charles moans. "I like to keep you guessing."

The kissing becomes heated quickly, and it is only a few moment's work to slip out of the clothes he fell asleep in last night. Erik is only satisfied once Charles's nakedness matches his own.

"Much better," he murmurs with a small grin, moving down to kiss and lick and nip at Charles neck. "Much, much better."

"Oh!" Charles exclaims, as a warm mouth latches onto a nipple. "Erik!"

"I like the way you say my name," his partner whispers against his skin, making him shiver.

"Erik," he moans again, encouraging the other to move further down.

Erik looks up at him with sly eyes before obliging, keeping eye contact as he presses kisses down Charles's stomach - taking a brief stop at his navel, licking and nipping along the rim.

"I want to eat you out, just like this," Erik whispers filthily, his tongue mimicking on Charles's belly button exactly what he wants to do to his hole.

Charles moans just thinking about it, and he complies when Erik flips him onto his stomach, pressing his aching erection down into the sheets.

"Please!" he whimpers, pushing back against the large hands now spreading him open. He feels so vulnerable - exposed - as if Erik can see right into him.

Warm lips pressed a wet kiss to his tailbone, before trailing down - stubble scratching at his sensitive skin, making him hyperaware of every touch.

"You're winking at me, Charles," Erik murmurs softly, pressing a kiss just to the left of his hole. "Do you want my mouth, baby?"

He sounds so condescending, but oh does Charles want it.

"Yes," he admits, wriggling just a bit.

It is enough.

A warm wet tongue pressing against him, tracing just the rim. Around and around and around, threatening, but never quite pushing in. Charles cannot help himself, pushing back against the touch and forward to grind into the bed sheets.

"Oh, Charles," Erik chides, gripping his hips firmly and pulling him onto hands and knees so he cannot stimulate himself. "No cheating."

"Please!" Charles whines. "Please, Erik. I need..."

"Say it, baby," Erik encourages, breathing hotly against Charles's dripping hole. "You look so ready for me. Wet and open and winking, flushed a pretty pink. You want my tongue in you, sweetheart?"

The pet names are almost demeaning, as if Erik knows being talked down to a little bit in bed gets Charles hot.

"Yes. Please. Please. I want... I want you to fuck me with your tongue."

"Anything my baby wants," is whispered against his skin, before...

Oh.

Oh!

Charles is lying boneless beneath Erik, glad the other forced him to collapse just a little bit over so he is not in his own wet spot.

"Your tongue is a mutation," he states dazedly. "A beautiful, beautiful mutation. I think I would like to explore it more. Or have it explore me more. Would your tongue like to train with me? Practice makes perfect, after all."

"Yes, yes it does," Erik murmurs back, and oh - Erik is laughing at him.

But that is okay. Charles is really too relaxed to care. Erik's warm body is blanketing his own, and his hard erection is pressed between his thighs.

"May I?" Erik asks, grinding his hips down a bit.

"Whatever you want," he promises. "As long as I don't have to move."

"I can sense that I am going to be doing most of the work in this sexual relationship," Erik teases back.

He doesn't sound like he minds.

Then his large cock is slipping back and forth between Charles's thighs, wet by the trails of saliva Erik left there after quite thoroughly reducing Charles to pieces with his tongue. The head bumps behind Charles's balls with each slow thrust, sending aftershocks of pleasure through his body and making him shiver.

He presses his thighs more firmly together, hoping to make a tighter space for Erik.

'So beautiful,' he hears Erik think. 'So fucking... all mine. No one will ever touch him again.'

Charles mentally pulls back a little bit, wondering whether the shiver Erik's possessiveness sends through him is fear or arousal.

Maybe a little bit of both.

The head of Erik's massive cock catches at the rim of his hole on one down stroke, pressing in just a little bit. Charles can feel himself parting around the head, can feel the burn as his body opens up around the large intruder.

He whines, pressing back just a little bit into the pressure. Erik shudders above him, letting out a low moan, and then Charles feels a wet warmth spreading just inside him.

"Fuck, Charles," Erik groans. "What a pretty picture. Now I want to eat you out again."

Charles just whines again, not sure he will survive it. But oh, does he want to try.

*****
They find their way into the shower eventually, and then back out only after Erik has again made Charles boneless with pleasure and the water has run cold.

"Mmm," Charles hums, snuggling into Erik's warm, broad chest. He is comfortable and dry, thankful Erik had the presence of mind to strip and replace the sheets. "You are a sex god. God. Of. Sex."

Erik just chuckles at him, waves of smugness and satisfaction rolling from his mind into Charles's.

"I haven't even shown you anything I can do with metal, yet," he promises, and the thought sends a shiver down Charles's spine. "And just wait until I can actually fit my cock in your tiny little hole."

Charles moans at just the thought, but he has come too many times for his flesh to so much as stir.

"Later," he says.

"Later," Erik agrees.

*****

Next part: A Bit of Practice )


Date: 2011-10-03 02:06 am (UTC)
avictoriangirl: (charles - smirk)
From: [personal profile] avictoriangirl
Drunk!Charles is the most adorable thing ever. This was sweet and very hot. UNF. You wouldn't happen to be continuing this at all, would you? ;)

Date: 2011-10-03 02:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] putigress2012.livejournal.com
Thanks for commenting. I'm glad you liked it.

I actually have another 3,000 words already written. I'm making this a verse with independent one-shot sequels, rather than a single fic with individual chapters. I think PWPs just go better as a collection of oneshots. I will probably post the second oneshot in this verse later this week...

Date: 2011-10-03 02:15 am (UTC)
avictoriangirl: (erik/charles thinking what I'm)
From: [personal profile] avictoriangirl
Yay! Can't wait for more! :D

Date: 2011-10-03 02:28 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-10-03 02:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jayjay133.livejournal.com
This fic is so hot I melted!

Date: 2011-10-03 02:14 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-10-03 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ariadnechan.livejournal.com
this is really hot!!

Date: 2011-10-03 02:29 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-10-03 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] trainhopper.livejournal.com
...Oh Jesus Christ.

I'm so happy to see this again. It was one of my favorites on the meme.

Date: 2011-10-03 02:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] putigress2012.livejournal.com
Thanks for commenting. I will post more in this verse soon. :D

Date: 2011-10-03 02:34 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] rubynye.livejournal.com
Oh, Charles, you always have a sign on that says "squeeze and grope me". Erik just appended "Erik only" to it. :D

Date: 2011-10-03 03:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] putigress2012.livejournal.com
lol. Erik is sneaky like that!

Thanks for commenting. :D

Date: 2011-10-03 03:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] bookwormoo.livejournal.com
Oh, so hot! drunk!Charles is super adorable and really, the ending, ugh, so hot! I love it and can't wait for more!!!

Date: 2011-10-03 04:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] putigress2012.livejournal.com
Thanks for commenting. I'm glad you liked it, and I will post more soon. :D

Date: 2011-10-03 03:52 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] confusedkayt.livejournal.com
Ha! This is cute and hot in equal measure. I love Erik's condescending dirty-talk. :P

Date: 2011-10-03 04:02 am (UTC)

Date: 2011-10-03 05:18 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jaylee-g.livejournal.com
So awesome! And very hot.

I want a drunk!Charles of my very own. ;-)

Date: 2011-10-03 05:37 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] putigress2012.livejournal.com
Thanks for commenting! (And who doesn't want a drunk!Charles? hmm...)

PS - So good to hear from you. Are you being ensnared by the XMFC fandom?

Date: 2011-10-03 05:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jaylee-g.livejournal.com
Good to hear from you, too, darling!

I am, yes. Ensnared hook, line and sinker. ;-)

Date: 2011-10-03 06:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] putigress2012.livejournal.com
Awesome! Have you got anything in the work fic-wise, or are you mostly at the reading/commenting stage? I've posted a couple things on the kink meme so far, and right now I'm cleaning them up and transferring them to my journal (this fic case in point). I would love to read any C/E fics you put out. ^^

Date: 2011-10-03 06:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jaylee-g.livejournal.com
I have a 7k Charles/Erik fic at the beta right now, but so far it's just the one. I've been mostly reading and I must say, I've been very, very impressed with that I've found. There is some incredible talent in this fandom.

I look forward to reading your other stories when you post them here. :-)

Date: 2011-10-03 06:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] putigress2012.livejournal.com
7k? Can't wait to read it. ^^

And I completely agree. The quality of authors and fics in this fandom is amazing. Have you read Humane Society? Link: http://smilebackwards.livejournal.com/29831.html . It is one of my favorites. One of many, really.

I have a couple other fics already posted here, in case you missed them. Two ficlets and a 4-chaptered story (around 8k). I'm working on a sequel for this fic - mostly written, just editing at this point. And I have a 15k+ fic I'm working on at the kink meme, which is probably going to be a ridiculous monster by the time I'm anywhere close to done.

Date: 2011-10-03 07:03 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] jaylee-g.livejournal.com
Awesome! Thanks so much for the rec and for pointing me in the direction of more of your wonderful fic to read. I look forward to delving in. :-)

Date: 2011-10-03 07:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] putigress2012.livejournal.com
You're welcome. Enjoy! And let me know what you think/when you're done, because I have an entire list of fics I could rec, lol. ^^

Date: 2011-10-03 07:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] synecdoche-and.livejournal.com
Fuuuuuck but that's exactly what I needed after a 15h work shift. Moar Plz.

Date: 2011-10-03 07:13 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] putigress2012.livejournal.com
Thanks for commenting. More is on the way. ^^

Date: 2011-10-03 10:16 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] oonaseckar.livejournal.com
And everyone is squeezing my bum. Is my bum more attractive than usual tonight?"

Laughed so much. At everything. Handclapping with delight also involved. Grown woman sitting alone hunched up to the screen and clapping her hands, oh dear.

Date: 2011-10-03 08:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] putigress2012.livejournal.com
lol. Thanks for commenting. I'm glad you liked it. :D

Date: 2011-10-05 01:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] disbelief11.livejournal.com
Drunk!Charles, I love that it took you 15 minutes to figure out what Erik was saying about your bum. Oh goodness, add me to the list that would enjoy playing with a Drunk!Charles and his groovy mutations.

Love it!

Date: 2011-10-05 01:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] putigress2012.livejournal.com
Thanks for commenting! And yes, drunk!Charles is a bit slow - and a lot adorable. ^^

Date: 2011-10-08 09:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] nudeonthemoon.livejournal.com
ahhhh that was fucking hot!!! love love love!!

Date: 2011-10-09 02:27 am (UTC)

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