congratulation James<3 <3
James won Best actor! :D
First you kiss me and now you’re leaving. And stealing my damn tie.
"First you kiss me and now you’re leaving," came the voice from behind him. "And stealing my damn tie.”
"I couldn’t find my own." Erik didn’t turn around as he adjusted his collar. "Besides, it suits me better, don’t you think?"
Facing the mirror as he was, he could clearly see the telepath in bed behind him, sprawled comfortably beneath the covers, the pale skin of his shoulders peeking out from underneath the blankets, the tousled mop of his hair a stark contrast against the army of white pillows. Charles hadn’t even opened his eyes yet; he was lying on his chest with his head buried in his pillow, seemingly still sound asleep. But the touch of his mind to Erik’s said otherwise.
"It’s still mine," Charles grumbled after a moment. "Are you leaving already?"
"I generally don’t stick around long after one-night stands."
"Ouch." Charles cracked an eye open, gazing straight at Erik through the mirror. "I was hoping I’d made an impression."
"You did," Erik conceded, watching Charles’ reflection as he sat up, stretching languidly so that the covers pooled around his waist, revealing the lean torso Erik had pressed kisses all over last night. There was a bruise by his shoulder, and Erik knew if he got close enough, he’d see faint teeth-marks there where he had accidentally bitten down as he’d come. He’d been apologetic afterwards, but Charles hadn’t seemed to mind. Now the sight of the mark made arousal shiver through Erik, made him almost want to strip his clothes right off again and forget he had a meeting to get to in an hour.
"Enough of an impression to warrant a two-night stand?" Charles asked, stretching out lazily on the bed again, strikingly reminiscent of a sun-warm cat.
"I’ll leave you my card," Erik answered, stifling the desire to dive back into bed and wipe away the smirk that was beginning to form at the corners of Charles’ lips.
"Good." A warm wave of satisfaction and genuine delight brushed over him like a caress. "I want my tie back after all."
"This?" Erik asked with a grin, flipping the end of the tie up. "I’m keeping it."
LOOK OH MY GOD CHARLES AND HANK ARE AT THE TRAIL AND LOOK AT CHARLES’ HAIR ITS HIS NORMAL HAIR AND NO BEARD TOO!?!??!
LOL that’s why my headcanon is that Charles was fine until 1964 when they locked his husband up.
IM NOT OKAY
HE WAS AT THE TRIAL