[an April morning in the Cabin McAvoy]

[mind_over_metal]

[It's early, not too long after sunrise, when the light begins to glow through the curtains and the nocturnal moaning of the zombies crossfades into rustling of the sentient plantlife. No explosions, no battles -- just an utterly normal morning.]

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[mind_over_metal]

*his hand tightens in Erik's hair as his breath catches in enjoyment and anticipation*

[godwinner]

[ makes sure that will get nice and bruised before letting go, leaving Charles's throat slick with saliva and shifting his weight to free his other hand, reaching to grip Charles neck and smear his thumb through the wetness while he drags his tongue over a collarbone. he's careful of the press of his hips as he shifts down Charles's body for better access, though it takes a pause before he can bring himself to lift them, the concession nearly more maddening to his pride than to his body. ]

[mind_over_metal]

*swallows hard against the pressure, nearly every exhale now a quiet, careless sound of pleasure. his eyes are softly hooded and his body, save for his breathing and grip on Erik's hair, is purposefully still, absorbing from Erik and trying to keep them both from going over the edge*

[godwinner]

[ presses open-mouthed kisses down his sternum, then past his ribs, tongue dipping down to chase Charles's belly when he exhales. his own breathing is deep but measured, moreso than usual, subject to the control that is now instantaneous when his focus sharpens and narrows on a single task. ]

[mind_over_metal]

*he does squirm a little at that, stomach flinching, ticklish and not accustomed to showing it. bites back a huff of inappropriate laughter.*

[ might have accidentally kneed him in the gut before ]

[godwinner]

[ grins, teeth against his skin ]

[mind_over_metal]

*slightly pouting, slightly hysterical, full of affection*

I hate you.

[godwinner]

You don't.

[ reaches his bellybutton and pushes his tongue in briefly, but his mouth is soon retracing the same path where his hands had explored earlier ]

[mind_over_metal]

I really, really... Erik...

*his eyes squeeze shut, head pressing back into the pillows, as he bites his bottom lip*

[godwinner]

[ grips Charles's sides, lips trailing over his waist ]

[mind_over_metal]

*and the experience of himself through Erik's senses is even more intimate than it had been earlier -- whereas it had been curious and almost soothing before, now it's like his brain has been over-sensitized and it's almost too much and no one has ever tried to get to know him like this before*

[godwinner]

[ there's a fierce streak of possessiveness at that -- not against anyone who came before him, but for Charles now. there's the sense that he did this, something indelible, and at this moment, there's no guilt, but almost pride.

it's not a thought he would have shared, but he won't flinch from it, either. ]

[mind_over_metal]

*inhales sharply- and then, on the slow exhale, loosens his grip on Erik's hair, turning it from holding on for dear life into a gentle caress*





Stop.

[ lovepainwantshameneeddon'tstop ]

[godwinner]

[ releases an involuntary exhale of his own that sounds shaken

lustfear



and tips his forehead against Charles's stomach, breath still humid on his skin, fingers still digging into his sides ]

[mind_over_metal]

There are so many things that I want to do to you.

If you don't stop touching me right now, I might try to do them.

[godwinner]

[ opens his eyes and stares at Charles's skin for a moment before bracing his hands against the bed and pushing himself off. he sits on the edge and very deliberately does not look at Charles, briefly thinks about pressing a hand to himself but even if they were on opposite sides of camp he knows that would be dangerous right now. ]

[mind_over_metal]

*slowly, slowly starts to untangle their minds*

[godwinner]

[ turns to look him in the eye, his own wide and unerring with want ]

[mind_over_metal]

*stares right back and continues, despite the dragging feet of his own desire*

[godwinner]

[ it is actually making it more difficult not to touch Charles, just to maintain some connection that can be felt, but he's as on edge as Charles as far as that is concerned, doesn't think he could stand to touch him again.

he gets up from the bed, breaking eye contact only briefly to find his shirt but looking at Charles again as he puts it on, gaze sweeping over his body -- not suggestively so much as simply memorising for himself. ]

[mind_over_metal]

*...and it's done. he closes his eyes and just lies there for a few moments, breathing and feeling Erik's gaze on his body... then flings one arm out to grope blindly for his pajama top. he finds it, but just balls up the fabric in his hand, gripping it like the lifeline that will keep him from drowning but for which he doesn't have the strength to use to pull himself out of the water*

[godwinner]

[ he watches the movement, down to Charles's fist closed around the material, eyeing it like a man who wants nothing more than to climb back on, close his fingers around Charles's leg and yank him back under. then he turns away and leaves the room and the cabin, heading directly for the bathrooms and a good old-fashioned cold shower. ]

[mind_over_metal]

*stays there for a while, pulling together all of his mental discipline. ends up not bothering to put his top back on, eventually just getting dressed and going about his day, looking completely, extremely normal.*

[godwinner]

[ thankfully, it's still as early as it is, so Erik's walk of shame has few potential observers, because there are some things there is just no concealing. ]