[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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[godwinner]

[ releases an involuntary exhale of his own that sounds shaken

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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. ]