Vacation

Chapter rating: NC-17 for m/m sex.

Chapter 3

It was dusty inside the cabin, but otherwise everything seemed to be alright. When Erik had carried their luggage inside, he spent a few minutes wiping most of the dust away.

The cabin had two floors. On the first floor, there was a kitchen, a bedroom, and a living room, and then of course a hallway and a toilet. There was a small TV in the living room, a fireplace, and a set of expensive, black leather sofas, that Charles had inherited from his folks.

The TV had not been there originally, but Logan and Marie had brought it from the mansion.

They almost never went to the top floor. There was a ramp leading up there too, so Charles, with some effort, *could* get up there, but he never used to, and Erik didn’t go there either, except when they used it as a storage.

There was another bedroom upstairs, with a ready-made double bed, just like in the bedroom down here. It was there “in case” they would ever bring a third person up here, but that had never happened, nor would it probably never happen.

Once they were done with all preparations, and had put their bedroom in order, the time had almost become half past six.

“I think dinner would be nice now,” Charles said while they were sitting at the kitchen table, opposite each other. They had let the kitchen window, which Erik crawled in through stay open, and the warm summer breeze was stroking their faces.

The sun was setting, and the temperature had perhaps dropped a few degrees, but not much. It was still incredibly hot, especially for May.

“Yes...” Erik murmured in reply to that Charles had said about dinner before. “I’m also starting to get hungry.”

“What would you like?”

“What did you bring from the mansion?”

“A little of everything; pasta, potatoes, meat, chicken...”

Erik looked thoughtful. “I would love to have chicken salad. If that’s okay with you, I can make some.”

Charles smiled. “That sounds delicious, Erik. I’d love to help you with the vegetables.”

“That’s not necessary,” Erik said quickly. “You can go into the living room and relax in the meantime. I’ll get you when I’m ready.”

Xavier sighed with his head down and suddenly looked very sad again. “Erik,” he said slowly, “please, do not pamper me. You should not be doing everything on your own, I want to do something too. I know I can’t walk, but I *can* actually cook.”

“I’m sorry,” Magneto said at once and grabbed his lover’s hand across the table. “I didn’t mean to sound... Of course we shall do it together - you’re good a cooking, I know that.”

“Chicken salad, right?” Charles asked and immediately regained some of the lustre on his face.

“Yes. What more? Pasta or potatoes?”

“How about rice? And then we can make a make-it-yourself sandwich.”

“Excellent. Will you chop the vegetables if I do the chicken and the rice?”

“Deal.”

Erik got up and started looking for the ingredients in the fridge. Hopefully it would turn out to be a good dinner.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The two elder men ate their dinner while the sun slowly settled behind the treetops, and was soon replaced by a thin crescent moon and loads of stars. At first the stars appeared as tiny dots of light, but they cleared up as the sky darkened.

Erik and Charles ate very slowly and spoke of old memories during the time; mostly things related to the cabin.

They opened a bottle of white wine, which Charles had brought from the mansion, and poured themselves a drink each, and continued speaking as they sipped their drinks at the kitchen table.

Occasionally they felt like two young men again, as if present times somehow hadn’t reached inside the cabin, but as though it was still a time without any X-men or a Brotherhood. Only Charles Xavier and Erik Lehnsherr, two mutants with two very different gifts, who loved each other very much.

They were of course still the same people as they were then, but now it was year 2003, and things had changed.

When the time started approaching midnight, they were still sitting at the table by the open window, with their almost empty wineglasses standing on the table between them.

“Are you glad we went out here?” Erik asked suddenly.

“It is very peaceful here,” Charles replied. “And beautiful. So quiet, and so... cosy?” he suggested and watched Erik to see if he agreed.

“Hmm...” Erik just said. “It feels almost like old times...”

“Are you missing those times?”

Erik sighed. “I honestly don’t know. Then we had other problems. Then our biggest problem was to make the society accept our feelings for each other. Our homosexuality. In today’s society, we have to fight for acceptance because we are genetically different. I seriously don’t know which is worse. But people have not become more tolerant over the years. That is for sure.”

Charles looked at his friend with pity. The part to be discriminated for being born different was something especially difficult for Erik. It was related to something that happened to him during the war, when his entire family had been wiped out in a concentration camp, simply because they were Jewish. Erik survived the war, but it had marked his soul deeply.

“Erik,” Charles said mildly. “Don’t think of the war anymore. It is over now. It can’t hurt you anymore.”

Erik smiled sadly. “Please Charles, don’t read my mind. I beg you. Don’t.”

“I can read you without reading your mind. I can tell when you’re sad, and I don’t want you to be.”

Erik leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table. He brushed his grey hair back and sighed with his eyes closed.

“It is getting late,” he said after a while. “Should we go to bed?”

“Are you tired?” Charles asked.

“No. I only said we could go to bed. I didn’t mean we should sleep.”

Charles laughed when he saw the suggestion in Erik’s statement. “Do you want to make love?” he asked although he naturally already knew the answer.

“Yes, don’t you? Finally we can be alone without having to worry about being caught in bed by one of your stts, ts, or about someone hearing us when we moan.”

“Yes, I want to,” Charles admitted and got warm inside when he thought of how good Erik’s naked body would feel on top of his, and how nice his kisses would taste.

“I’m going to take a shower first. You go into the bedroom in the meantime and wait for me there,” Charles said with a smile.

Erik got up slowly, walked around the table, and kissed Charles’ cheek before he started gliding toward the bedroom. “I’ll do that,” he said over his shoulder. “Just don’t be too long.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Charles didn’t stay in the shower for more than fifteen minutes. The entire bathroom was designed for disabled persons, just like at the mansion, so it would be easier for him to shower, going to the toilet, and washing himself without any help.

Surely he could have asked Erik for help, but usually, if they showered together, they usually ended up making love on the floor instead, and Charles didn’t want that this time. He wanted to wait and make love in bed instead, since it was, after all, more comfortable.

He pulled on a robe after finishing the shower, and wheeled toward the bedroom to see if Erik was waiting for him there.

The door was open. When Charles entered, he saw Erik, already lying naked among the pillows, slowly stroking his erection with one hand. He smiled sweetly when he heard Charles’ entrance and said,

“There you are! I’ve been waiting for you. It is very dull having to do this alone.”

He removed his hand from his erect member, leaned back against the pillows and stretched out his arms, making him look like a T.

“I wasn’t that long?” Charles asked while he watched his friend’s long, slim body, very beautiful in its nakedness, while lying relaxed in the bed. Charles felt his own body started to respond, and suddenly his groin area felt very hot.

Erik lay down on his side and rested his head in his hand, as he gave Charles an imploring look. “Please, honey, come here now. I want to touch you.”

Charles began to move his wheelchair toward the bed, but when he was about two feet away, Erik put up his hand. “Stop!” he said with a mischievous smile. “You aren’t coming to this bed with any clothes on. Get it?”

“I’m only wearing this,” Charles replied and started to untie the sash that kept his robe together. The two halves slid apart and revealed that it actually was all he was wearing.

“Can’t I come even if you can take it off?” he asked, and tried to stay serious. He failed.

Erik pretended to confer with himself. “Well, alright,” he said at last. “Come here then!”

He reached out and gently pulled the telepath’s paralysed body onto the bed, and closed his arms around him. He pulled the open garment off his shoulders and threw it down onto the floor, leaving Charles as naked as he was himself. Erik could feel that his skin was still slightly damp after the shower. He smelled wonderfully, and Magneto felt he simply wanted to press his lover down into the mattress and take him at once. He didn’t. It was always better if he didn’t give in right away, but waited.

They kissed instead, and touched each other with their hands, as their throbbing erections were rubbed together. Charles moaned loudly and rubbed his body against Erik’s to create further stimulation. Soon he felt Erik’s hand around his engorged member, and returned the favour by sticking down his own hand and close it around Erik’s penis.

For a while they lay there, with their mouths locked together in an impassioned kiss, and with their slim, smooth bodies entwined, as they were stroking each other’s hot erections.

Erik finally broke the kiss and pulled his hand away from Charles’ member. The telepath squeaked in protest.

“Now I want to be inside you,” Magneto said. “We’ve been waiting long enough. Would you like that, Charles?”

Charles inhaled deeply and nodded. He was too excited to respond with words. His erection had started to leak, and twitched when Erik touched it again. Erik rose to his knees and smiled down at Charles.

“You brought the lubricant, didn’t you?” Charles asked.

“I would never forget *that*!” Erik laughed. “Now, let’s see...”

He started looking for the little bottle of lubricant he brought from home in his bedside drawer. They could have used skin lotion, olive oil or something else as lubricant, even if Erik hadn’t brought the bottle, but real lubricant from the dispensary was always best, since it was certain it wouldn’t irritate the mucus membranes of the rectum.

“You know what?” Erik said suddenly, while holding the bottle in his hand.

Charles was looking at him questioningly.

“I would like to try another position this time.”

“Another position...? But Erik, darling, what would that be? You know I can’t...”

“Well... I would like to take you from behind,” Erik confessed, which was shinghing he had thought of for a long time. He had done it with other male sexual partners, but he just hadn’t mentioned it to Charles before, since he knew that Charles preferred the missionary position.

“Erik, I can’t even stand on all fours without help.”

“No, but I have an idea.”

“What?”

Erik smiled. “Well... we could place pillows under your stomach, so you won’t have to put any weight our kur knees. You can just relax and let me take care of everything. What do you say about that? Would you like to try it?”

Charles was hesitant. He knew the idea with the pillows might work, but he wasn’t at all used to making love in that position. He would not be able to kiss Erik, or even see him. But at the same time he loved Erik, and wanted to please him. Maybe Erik would think he was boring if he refused this now.

“Alright, then,” he said and tried to sound expectant. “Let’s try it.”

“It will feel great, I promise,” Erik said with a wide smile, as he started to collect pillows and heap them up, so Charles could lie there when they made love in this new position.

“Are you sure?” Erik asked and stroked Charles’ inner thigh before he helped him up on the pillows.

What Charles really wanted to say, was that he wasn’t sure at all, but he simply nodded and smiled, like he had been. And when he was lying over the pillows, with his elbows in the mattress and his bottom in the air, he didn’t feel any surer. His back was hurting, and besides, when he lay face down, he couldn’t even see Erik. But he didn’t complain, but remained quiet and waited for Erik to lubricate his opening.

Magneto was not used to seeing Charles in this position, but he was eager to get started. He stood on his knees behind him and spread his paralysed legs, and then held his buttocks apart and circled his finger around his pink, puckered anus.

“I’ll lubricate you now,” he said.

“Okay...” Charles whispered and wished he could see what Erik was doing.

Erik took a dollop of the lubricant onto his fingers and brought them to the other maopenopening, and gently slid them inside the tight hole.

Charles nearly groaned out with pain when he felt the fingers invade. It both shocked and frightened him. It *never* used to hurt when Erik prepared him. Never.

He knew, of course, that the problem was that he wasn’t relaxed enough, and that depended on the new position. If two fingers hurt this much, then what would it feel like when Erik probed him with his member?

Charles felt both frightened and ashamed, and couldn’t hold back a small cry when Erik’s fingers dug further into his body. Erik certainly noticed that the sphincter around his anus was flexing, and he soothingly stroked Charles’ buttocks and then his scrotum to make him relax.

“Schh... Relax, darling,” he said softly. “There is nothing I can do to make it hurt any less. You have to relax.”

“I can’t relax in this position,” Charles said finally, in a hoarse voice. “I am sorry, Erik, but I can’t. Do you think I could lie on my back instead?”

“Would you like that?” Now Erik sounded worried.

“Yes, please...”

Erik grabbed Charles by the hips and helped him rolling over on his back, making sure his paralysed legs followed. When they looked into each other’s faces, Erik could see that Charles had tears in his eyes.

“Sweetheart!” he exclaimed and pulled the telepath into his arms. “Did I hurt you? Charles? How are you? Say something, se..se...”

“No, you didn’t hurt me...” Charles murmured against Erik’s shoulder. “But that position... It was impossible.”

“But Charles, my darling, why didn’t you tell me?” Erik asked, troubled. “You should have told me. Why didn’t you?”

“I thought I could do it, but...”

“Could do it? You mustn’t do anything you don’t want yourself! You definitely mustn’t do things for my sake. It was just a suggestion. I didn’t mean to force you.”

“No, I know,” Charles said and tried to smile. “It is alright. I promise.”

“Do you still want to make love?”

“Yes, I do, but I think I want to lie on my back.”

“You sure?” Erik asked seriously and rested his forehead against Charles’.

Charles smiled. , ve, very s”
”

“Good.”

Erik rose again and picked up the bottle of lubricant. He coated his own penis this time, and then checked on Charles and made sure he was properly prepared.

“It feels good to see you,” the telepath smiled and passed his hand quickly over Erik’s smooth chest and flat tummy. Erik grabbed his hand and kissed it. Then he spread Charles’ legs and lifted them over his shoulders.

Just in case, he checked that his lover was relaxed now. He was, although he hadn’t received a new erection, but his member remained completely soft and flaccid. Erik, however, did not interpret the lack of an erection as lack of interest, since he knew Charles really wanted this.

“Alright,” he said slowly. “Ready?”

Charles nodded, and Erik started to enter him. Now it did not hurt. Charles gasped with pleasure when Erik thrust, though he was going very slowly now, maybe because he wanted to be gentle. It felt good, but Charles wa mor more friction and more prostate-stimulation, which a faster rate could offer.

“Faster, Erik...” he gasped. “There is no need to be gentle. Take me hard...”

Erik complied, and of course that was what he had wanted all along, but he believed Charles might appreciate if he was extra gentle, since he’d been hurt before.

Waves of pleasure washed through Charles’ body. The sense of pleasure was not only centred on his lower body, but in all his nerves, in his whole body. Being topped was in fact one of the most pleasurable experiences existing, especially when it meant he could be so close to the man the loved, and share the experience with him.

Erik was certainly also enjoying it. Sometimes Charles could even get inside his head while they made love and take part of Erik’s experience. But he only did it if he was allowed to. Erik didn’t like to have his thoughts read, and Charles respected his wish. Sometimes it happened by itself, though, since it was occasionally as difficult for Charles not to hear other people’s thoughts as it was not to hear voices for other people, who were non-telepaths.

If it happened during a sexual act, it wasn’t so bad. It just meant Charles could experience both their pleasures, instead of just his own.

Charles wished he could wrap his legs around Erik’s waist and pinch with them. But he couldn’t. His ankles were hooked over Erik’s shoulders and Erik had to hold them to stop them from sliding down.

They were groaning and gasping, and Charles even screamed - something he never dared to do home at the mansion, since there was always a chance that someone heard him. But now they were alone in the middle of the forest, and no one would hear. Erik wasn’t exactly screaming, but he was moaning e loe loudly.

Charles saw him throw his head back and clench his teeth to prolong the conclusion. His hold of Charles’ legs tightened, but he continued thrusting.

They came almost in unison. With a long, drawn out moan and one last hard thrust, Erik shot his load into Charles. Warm, white fluid coated his inner walls, and Charles realized Erik had come. His own orgasm was slightly different. There was no ejaculation, and his penis remained as soft as before, but the “orgasm”, if one wanted to call it an orgasm, was instead caused by stimulation of the prostate.

Charles had not experienced it many times, especially not as intensely as Eri Erik was no longer on his knees, holding up his legs, but he was lying on top of him instead, on his chest, panting heavily against his neck.

Charles lifted his hand and buried it in Erik’s soft, muddled hair, massaging his scalp with his fingertips.

“Honey...” he whispered after some time. “How are you feeling?”

“Fine...” Charles breathed. “And you?”

“I’ll live...”

Erik was still inside him. Charles didn’t mind it, even though it wasn’t so exciting without any movement. Erik started kissing Charles’ neck and continued up to his face, until their mouths met. They took in each other’s tongues and they could both taste the dinner they had eaten before, not too long ago. The kiss tasted nice. Erik smiled.

“I’m getting up now. Okay?” he said.

Charles nodded and Erik pulled out of him. He slowly moved toward the bedside table and pulled out a tissue, which he used to wipe his sticky penis. Lubricant mixed with semen was not very arousing to sleep in. Then he looked down at Charles, frowning.

“You didn’t come,” he said.

“Sure I did,” replied Charles. “But not that way.”

“I’m sorry. Do you want me to help you?”

“No, there is no need for that. I did climax, though in another way. It... it was actually much better than usually,” Charles admitted.

Erik lay down again, tightly pressed against Charles, and caressed his bald head with one hand and his chest with the other. “Are you sure you don’t want me to...?”

“Erik...”

“I can give you oral sex if you want.”

“That is really not necessary, darling,” Charles said softly. “I know you don’t like doing that...”

“But I’d do it for you,” Erik persisted.

Now Charles didn’t respond, but opened his arms and gestured at Erik to come and lie down there. “Erik...” he said.

“Hmm...” murmured the grey-haired man while resting his head on the telepath’s shoulder.

“You’re concerned that I am not satisfied, aren’t you?”

“I just thought...”

“I *am*. An ejaculation is not the only way. You gave me very much pleasure.”

“You promise?”

“Yes, I promise.”

Erik stroked Charles’ nipples and felt them stiffening against his hand. “Are you tired?” he asked.

“No, and you aren’t either, I take it?”

“No, you’re right about that.”

“Shall we talk some before we go to sleep?”

“Hmm, we can do that... Do you remember the first time we made love?” Erik asked in a bland voice.

Charles suddenly burst out laughing. “That must have been 50 years ago, or so...”

“No,”
”

“You seduced me!”

“Yes, you wanted to be seduced!” Erik grinned.

“Yes, of course I wanted to,” Charles replied. “I had been in love with you since the first time I laid my eyes on you. I just didn’t think you... I figured you might be attracted to me, but I was too wet to take the first step.”

“So I did it instead,” said Erik.

“Yes, and I’m glad you did. You’re not someone who hesitates to act when you want something. And I love you for it.”

“I know you do, Charles... I was afraid of loving you in the beginning, because I was afraid to love after what happened during the war... I believed that if I started loving you, you’d be taken away from me...”

“I am still here,” said Charles and stroked Erik’s hair. “I can understand how you felt, but sometimes life can actually be nicer than you expect.”

“I don’t know...” Erik murmured. “We aren’t exactly free from trouble now either...”

“No... But it could always be worse. We are healthy, and have a home... and we have each other. We can be out together without getting angry looks from people because we love each other. People evolve, you know.”

“Right... But I can’t say if it’s for the better or worse.”

“You’re still thinking about the war, aren’t you?” Charles asked concerned.

Erik didn’t answer, but of course he did. Not a day passed without thoughts of the war. It was inevitable.

“I am so sorry for you, Erik, “ Charles said compassionately. “I know that Auschwitz affects your entire prospect of life. But you have to try thinking of the future, not the past. You survived.”

“Sometimes I almost wish I hadn’t...” Erik said in a hushed voice against Charles’ warm, smooth skin.

“You shouldn’t talk like that, but I can understand you,” Charles said seriously and kissed his lover’s grey head.

Erik sighed. “I love you,” he just said. “More than any words can express.”

“And I love you. You told me to be happy before. Now I am telling you the same. We have our complexes, you and I, but we have to either live with them or perish. Then we might as well be happy.”

Erik smiled. “I guess you are right, professor. As usual.”

“We can talk more in the morning. Now I just want to be near you.”

Erik let his hand slide over Charles’ chest and stomach and grey-streaked pubic hair, and took his flaccid penis into his hand one more time. “Are you sure you’re content?” he asked.

“Yes, as sure as I can be. Now I am merely tired.”

“Then we can try sleeping. Good night, Charles.”

“Goodnight, my dear.”

They lay down in the bed, belly to belly, with their bodies entwined and heads on the same pillow. They needed no quilt. The room was so warm anyway. They only needed each other.