In the Sauna

Story Title: In the Sauna

Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex.

Pairing: Charles Erik (or Xavier/Magnethichhichever you prefer. ;)

Fandom: Movieverse X-men. Could be set prior to both movies or post X2.

Summary: After a fight with Erik, Charles goes to relax in the sauna, but what happens when Erik finds him?

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A/N: Ise yse you’re still unsure, this story contains explicit sex between two elderly males. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you if you read this and end up getting squicked. Others, enjoy!

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”Why does it always have to be this way with you, Erik? Why must you always argue when I am trying to converse?”

“After fifty years you should know me, Charles! Why even bother? I know it was a mistake going here with you. I know, because you haven’t changed! And you never will, it seems. Still so… weak.”

Sigh. “Why did you call me if you don’t want to see me, Erik?”

Weary smile. “Well, why did you come? Still searching for hope?”

Nod. “Yes.”

“I really can’t see the point. Why not simply read my mind and erase all “unsuitable” thoughts, as you call them? You have poe power, Charles. You could do it. You would probably do the world a favour. We both know that I’m a threat to humanity!”

“Erik, please…”

“I am not going to listen to anymore of this, Charles! I hope you enjoy the suite. It cost me a pretty penny!”

“Erik, wait… Don’t go… Let’s act like adults!”

“Don’t wait up, old friend.”

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Charles leaned heavily against the dry, warm wooden wall of the sauna, breathing the hot, humid air into his lungs. He began to wish that he had never come here. Their meetings always ended up with an argument, and by now he should know it. Charles would have liked to give Erik the full blame, but he knew that it wasn’t just Erik’s fault.

At least I’m reasonable, the telepathic mutant told himself. Erik, on the othand,and, has never been.

//But that’s why you love him, isn’t it?// Another voice said inside his head. //You love him because he’s all that which you could never be.//

Charles sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow with a small, cotton towel. He had gone to the sauna to get some peace and quiet and a chance to collect his thoughts. This time at night nobody else would come here, or at least that’s what Charles believed. He would leave tomorrow. Although Scott and Ororo were fully capable to run the Xavier institute, his kids needed him more than Erik did. He laughed. Erik, needing him? Erik Lehnsherr would *never* in his life confess that he actually sometimes needed another person.

He would leave tomorrow. Erik wouldn’t care. Or would he? Never mind. Perhaps he had already gone himself.

Closing his eyes, Xavier pulled his hands over his face. The thought of sleeping alone in that big suite Erik had rented was not tempting.

Charles jerked from surprise when the sauna door suddenly creaked and opened a few inches. Then a familiar and slightly worried voice called, “Charles? Are you in here?”

Erik. Of course. The Master of Magnetism didn’t wait for a reply but pushed the door open and entered, wearing nothing except a large bath towel draped over his left arm. Charles didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. A part of him wanted Erik to go away, because he really needed some time alone, while another part of him welcomed his old friend’s presence.

“What are you doing here, Erik? And how did you know I was here?” he asked, trying not to betray any emotions in his voice.

Their eyes met. “I figured you had gone down here, Charles.” Erik smiled crookedly. “We used to live together, my friend. Don’t you think I know you by now? You always used to visit the sauna whenever you were upset.”

“I am not upset now.”

Erik chuckled. “No? I may not be a telepath, but I can read you anyway. It’s past midnight, Charles. Would you go here if you weren’t?”

“I thought you left…” Charles murmured, not wanting to tell Erik about his mood or his feelings.

“I did,” the silver-haired man admitted casually. “But I came back.”

“Why did you come back?”

Now Erik simply smiled and looked up at his old friend from where he was standing, leaned against the wooden doorframe. “I am really impressed. Did you get up there all by yourself, only using your armst bat bad.”

Charles shrugged. “Well, with two legs unfit for use, at least I can make sure to keep my upper body in shape. Yes, I got here by myself. What did you think? Nobody’s carried me up here.”

Erik’s expression grew softer, and he realized that his old friend had still not quite gotten over his paralysis. “Charles,” he said, “aren’t you afraid something might happen if you go here, all by yourself at this hour? In the middle of the night, no one would be here to help you.”

The ghost of a smile found its way to Charles’ lips. “Well, you certainly weren’t slow to find me. And considering your… state of undress, you were planning to accompany me.”

“If you’ll allow me. Can I come up?”

“Of course, Erik.”

Erik nodded, smiling, and climbed up to where Charles was sitting, spreading out his yellow bath towel over the wooden boards. Saunas like these were always full of germs, and Erik had always been concerned about his health. He leaned back, allowing his muscles to relax in the heat, and stretched out his long legs before him. He could notice Charles’ eyes movie briefly over his naked form, and he smiled inwardly, although he chose not to comment on it. As soon as they were out of here, he’d take Charles back to their suite and fuck him senseless. Erik normally didn’t want to have his thoughts read, but right now he actually wished that Charles knew about his intentions.

Charles reached for the blue, plastic scope and filled it with cold water from a bucket standing on the lower bench. “Do you mind?” he asked, knowing that Erik had never as fond of the sauna as he.

Erik shook his head. “Of course not.”

Warm, humid steam spread from the hissing stones after the water hit them, creating a dense, hot atmosphere around the two men. Erik could feel beads of sweat pouring down his body. He would have to wash his hair after this. Chuckling, he realised that Charles did not share his problem.

“Why are you laughing?” Charles asked.

“We both need to shower after this.”

“What is so funny about that?”

“I showered this morning.”

Charles smiled as well. “Do you want me to wash your back? I can do it, if you return the favour.”

“I can wash more than your back, Charles,” Erik said, keeping his voice fairly neutral, although it was still impossible to miss the sexual pun in his offer.

Charles shot his friend a knowing look.e yoe you trying to seduce me, Erik?” he asked in a business-like voice. If Erik wanted to play games, so be it.

“Do I really have to try?”

With those words Erik closed the distance between them and pressed his sweat-slick body against Charles’, as he caught the telepath’s lips in a fierce kiss. Charles gave something that might have been a squeak of protest to begin with, but his own passion quickly flared to life within him, and he cupped Erik’s face in his hands, kissing his old friend back with renewed vigour.

Erik finally broke the kiss due to lack of air – breathing was hard enough in the hot, humid sauna – and pulled back enough to be able to look into Charles’ eyes. The proof of his arousal was already evident between his legs, and Charles could probably feel it too, as Erik was sitting astride his thighs.

“I want to fuck you, Charles,” he stated as simply as he could state to himself that he was hungry or tired. Erik had always been straightforward and was so still; he had never seen the point in dancing around a topic forever and still didn’t. Now he realized that he couldn’t wait until they got back to their suite. He would have his old lover right here and right now, on the bunkthisthis sauna.

Charles simply smiled. Patience had never been one of Erik’s virtues. “I can see that you do, my dear Erik,” he said, glancing down at the erection which now lay squeezed in between their bellies. “And I’m not opposed to the idea. As soon as we get into the bed…”

“No, not the bed,” Erik broke him off with a fixed look in his eyes. “I want to take you here.”

Charles’ grey eyes widened from shock, and he wasn’t sure what to do or say. Sex in a sauna? It sounded unbelievable.

“Erik…” he tried but was interrupted again.

“Yes, right here and now.” Erik had lowered his voice into a whisper, and he brought his mouth close to Charles’ ear, taking his earlobe between his lips and applying gentle, nibbling bites to it. He heard Charles gasp heavily. The needy sound made him smile. After nearly 50 years of exploring, he knew the other’s erogenous zones.

“I want to fuck you in here. What’s so strange about that? It certainly is…hot enough, don’t you think?”

“Erik, you have gone crazy…”

“I thought I already was?”

“We are in a sauna… a public sauna, at a 5-star hotel…”

Erik had lowered his mouth to Charles’ neck and was now sucking on the skin just above the telepath’s throbbing aorta, clearly feeling the rush of his blood underneath his lips and tongue.

“Nobody will come here at this hour.”

“How c-an you…Ah! …know…?”

“Trust me, alright?”

Charles gave in, allowing Erik’s passion to free his own. With a groan he wrapped his arms around the neck of his lover, throwing his head back and allowing Erik complete access to his throat. Erik’s damp, silver hair brushed against his cheek, as the other mutant’s sensuous mouth moved over his Adam’s apple, causing Charles’s breath to hitch. His right hand tangled in Erik’s thick curls while his left one squeezed the handle of the plastic scope spasmodically hard.

Erik briefly raised his head, a confident smile playing about his lips. “I take that’s a ‘yes’?”

Despite his lust, Charles still wanted to express what his rational mind told him; making love in a public sauna was outrageous, not to mention dangerous in more than one way. They were both nearing their 70th birthday, and though they were in an unusually good shape, this heat was undoubtedly strenuous for their hearts.

Besides, there was one more thing. “Erik…” Charles said, swallowing down the urge to assault the other man’s already swollen lips. “We can’t – we have no lubricant.”

Charles half-expected Erik to rush out of the sauna to bring a bottle of the needed substance (or something else they could use), but indeed that would take away some of the erotic atmosphere, so he didn’t want that. Perhaps it was still better to wait until they got back to their suite?

Although Erik did not at all react as Charles had expected. A mischievous grin replaced the confident smile, and if not Erik’s mental shields had been up – as they usually were – Charles would have tried to read his thoughts.

“Lubricant? Who said we don’t have any? I brought some with me.”

And like a magician, Erik suddenly produced a small bottle of water-based lubricant, which he had apparently been hiding beneath his fluffy towel when he entered. Charles was taken aback completely.

“You *planned* this?” he exclaimed, not sure whether to kiss Erik or become mad at him for his presumption.

“No… I merely predicted it,” Erik replied over-casually and gave his old friend a piercing stare. “So, are you still feeling up to it?”

Charles had to confess that he was, and his erection was a painful proof of it. He could still back out, telling Erik about the sheer stupidity of having illicit sex in a hotel sauna at their age, but he didn’t. His rational side cried out objections, but it was already too far gone.

Erik’s strong, slender hand wrapped around the telepath’s throbbing penis and began stroking it, possibly to make it even harder. Sweat was pouring profusely down both their bodies by now, gathering as small drops in their body hair. They both found the sight strangely erotic. Charles looked forward to soaping and cleaning Erik’s beautiful, slim body almost as much as getting fucked by him.

Charles was slowly eased onto his back by the other man, who then spread his legs and settled between them. He had no mattress under him now, just a towel and under that, hard wooden boards. Erik could see his clearly pained grimace and asked, “Charles? Are you in pain?”

“Not really… I am just used to something softer…”

Erik turned around again, reached out his arm, and pulled his own towel to him, folding it neatly and giving it the shape of a small pillow. He didn’t need it anyway, since they were both on Charles’ to The Then he lifted his friend’s head and placed the “pillow” under it. The Master of Magnetism smiled softly.

“I hope this is better.”

“Yes, thank you.”

“Are you anxious?”

“A little, perhaps. This isn’t like anything we have done before…”

“We don’t have to, Charles. Not if you don’t want to. We can still go out, take a shower, and head back to our suite to do this in the bed instead.”

To Erik’s surprise, Charles shook his head. “With this erection?” he asked, gripping his stiff penis. “No, thank you; you started this, so you had better finish it as well.”

“It will be my pleasure!”

Erik lifted his lover’s limp legs and hooked his ankles over his own shoulders. The boards creaked slightly underneath them, but Erik didn’t believe that they risked collapsing. Neither of them was heavy, after all. Bringing his hand down between Charles’ legs, he sought out the telepath’s opening with his index finger. The muscle closed automatically he he tried to probe, and then he remembered the lubricant.

The bottle felt hot in his hands when he picked it up, and the contents were no doubt even hotter. While a few degrees above normal could feel exciting, too much could be downright painful. So as not to hurt Charles or himself, Erik held the little bottle a few seconds in the bucket of cold water that Charles had thrown on the stones. That should be enough to cool it off.

When he then squeezed some onto his palm, the liquid was still warm but not overly so. Starting to prepare his lover, he gently massaged in and around Charles’ entrance before sliding two slick digits into his tight channel. The sphincter flexed at first but gradually relaxed when Erik slowly began thrusting his fingers in and out. Apparently Charles had not done this in a while.

Charles’ erection responded with twitchy movements when Erik found his prostate and rubbed it through his rectal wall. The telepath figured that that particular action would have made him sweat even if they hadn’t been in a hot sauna. Erik added a third finger to help Charles’ anus accommodate to the girth of his aroused member. The lubricant mingled with clear drops of pre-come that was leaking from the slit, when Erik smeared the substance over his own erection. Some of it trickled down onto Charles’ belly, leaving a juicy patch on his creamy, white skin.

Erik assumed that they were both ready for action by now, so he positioned himself to enter the telepath. Charles squirmed when he felt the pressure against his opening, slight at first, but then firmer. Feeling his lover slide inside him inch by inch, Charles inhaled the hot, humid air, trying to make his body accustomed to the feeling of being filled. It had been a while, so his flesh might have some trouble remembering. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he could feel the throbbing of his pulse not only in his groin and ears, but in other places as well.

Watching his friend’s hot, flushed face and listening to his breaths, Erik decided to wait a few seconds before moving. It was hard, because the urge to thrust mercilessly into the willing body underneath his was huge. Sweat was pouring down his forehead and cheeks and collecting in his eyebrows and lashes.

“Kiss me…” Charles murmured, desperately wanting to feel his lover’s lips against his own. Erik had kissed him a few moments earlier, but that kiss had been rough and fierce; now he wanted something more loving and gentle. From experience, he knew that Erik could be both.

Erik slowly slid on top of his lover, taking the most of his weight onto his own arms, as he wanted to avoid pressing Charles too hard against the wooden boards they were lying on. He was now buried to the hilt in the telepath’s tight, gripping heat, and as he brushed his lips lightly against Charles’, he simultaneously pulled out a few inches and thrust back in, causing Charles to gasp into his mouth.

“Alright?” Erik whispered.

“Alright…” Charles sighed, tightening his hold on Erik’s shoulders.

They started rocking together in a slow rhythm, their bodies glistening with sweat. Erik fought hard not to make his thrusts too rough and pound Charles against the board. This act was already sure to cause aching muscles, and he really wanted to avoid causing his friend bruises as well. If any of Xavier’s students saw them, they might believe that their precious mentor had been beaten.

After some time Erik struggled to get his hand in between Charles’ legs to stroke his friend to release, but that proved to be harder than it seemed. Erik needed both arms to support his weight, and his hand, being sticky with sweat, could not take a firm hold on the telepath’s equally slick penis.

Charles, noticing his friend’s fumbling attempts, pushed Erik’s hand away, saying, “Never mind… You can do that later…”

Erik complied, wanting to concentrate on his own pleasure. He was close to climaxing now and didn’t try to hold back, since this act was really starting to exhaust him. He also wondered what the temperature was in the sauna. Over 60 degrees C, to be sure.

“Charles… Charles, I’m going to…!”

Charles understood, not only from his friend’s words but also from the way his body was behaving, his breathing, and lots of other things.

Erik’s climax was relatively small but intense. Charles could feel the gush of hot liquid splattering his insides, and when no more was coming, Erik collapsed on top of him, panting heavily against his shoulder. In bed, Erik’s weight normally didn’t cause him any trouble, but now it became highly uncomfortable already after a short time.

He nudged lightly at Erik’s shous, as, and the other man pulled a deep breath before slowly rising and simultaneously sliding out of his lover. Charles felt a minor twinge of pain when the head of Erik’s cock passed through his stretched anus.

Erik wiped the sweat from his brow while he waited for his heart rate and breathing to return to normal. He chuckled to himself. At least neither of them had gotten a heart attack! Charles was looking up at him, flushed and with a slightly dazed expression. Erik could detect a weak sign of frustration on his face, though, probably due to the fact that he had not climaxed. However, Erik was too weary to help him now. Once they got back into their suite, Erik was going to give him a long, leisurely blowjob. He knew that that was what Charles liked best.

“Should be leave now, you think?” he asked hesitantly, feeling slightly abashed. They were alone and certainly not watched, but this was still a public place, and Erik had never tried anything like this before.

“Yes…” murmured Charles, who was now also struggling into a sitting position. Erik briefly considered offering his help but then remembered that Charles was always reluctant to accept it.

“I’m sorry you didn’t come…” Erik murmured back, lowering his eyes. Charles’ absent orgasm made him feel like a selfish lover, despite the fact that he had promised himself to return the favour later.

Charles smiled at him. “Don’t worry about it, Erik, dear,” he said with the same kind of infinite patience that sometimes drove Erik nuts. “I can’t stand a minute more in here, anyway. I think we should shower now.”

“Good idea… Charles… do you… I mean, would you like me to help you down from here?”

Charles gave his friend a fairly neutral look. “I can manage,” he said.

“I know you can, but I want to.”

“Very well, then,” the telepath sighed, too tired to argue. He allowed Erik to wrap his thin but strong arms around his chest and wrapped own own around Erik’s neck. Slowly the pair descended from the benches. Erik kept his firm hold on his friend until they were safely out of the sauna, even though the other man had begun to feel heavy in his arms.

“Sometimes, Charles… I do wish you were made of metal!” Erik panted while half-dragging, half-carrying the paralysed mutant toward the shower room.

“Or that I simply could walk. Wouldn’t that be better?”

Erik grinned. “No… You are much more…manageable this way!”

“You are terrible…” Charles sighed, although his tone revealed that he had not taken offence.

The shower room here was not designed for disabled persons, like Charles’ own bathroom home at the mansion. Unless they found him a chair or something, he would have to sit on the floor while showering, and the thought wasn’t appealing.

“There is no chair, and I can’t get my wheelchair wet,” Charles said, mildly annoyed.

“There certainly are some by the indoor swimming pool,” Erik replied. “Do you want me to get one?”

“Yes, please.”

“Alright. Wait here.”

He gently lowered Charles down onto the smooth, cool tile floor and headed, still fully naked, for the swimming pool. He had not been there to swim, although he had walked by earlier and therefore knew about the chairs spread around it. There was a sign telling that swimming in the pool was prohibited during the night, and Erik assumed it was due to recycling of the water. He grabbed one of the chairs – they were all white and made of plastic – and headed back to the showers where he’d left his lover.

“Will this do?” he asked, presenting the chair to the telepath.

Charles nodded with a smile. “Certainly.”

Placing the chair under one of the showers and then lifting Charles into it, Erik turned on the water. The first spray that hit the telepath’s hot, flushed skin was cold, and Charles gave an involuntary squeak. Erik laughed before stepping under the water as well.

“It will change,” he promised, waiting for the cold spray to turn lukewarm. Charles, now trembling, had begun to rub his arms and his torso with his hands, obviously doing everything to wash the sweat away as quickly as possible.

Erik recalled their earlier agreement. “Shall I wash your back?” he asked.

“Thank you, but I am afraid I forgot to bring any soap, Charles replied regretfully.

“No worry – I did. May I?”

The silver-haired man opened a neat package containing a brand-new bar of soap that smelled wonderfully. Charles couldn’t help smiling. “You really came here well equipped! Yes, please wash my back.”

He leaned forward in the chair, offering Erik good access. Almost instantly he could feel his lover’s firm, slender, soapy hands sliding along his shoulders and then further down his back, where they started moving in small circles. Charles failed to hold back a sigh of bliss. It had been long since anyone had touched him in a tender, erotic fashion, and his body welcomed it. Perhaps he would ask Erik to give him a backrub more often now?

Erik tried to prolong the act of washing Charles’ well-toned back muscles for as long as possible. The telepath’s soft moans and sighs were proofs of the fact that Charles was also enjoying it, so he decided to take this one step further.

“Charles, my dear… would you like me to wash your front side as well?”

“I could do that myself, Erik…” came the slightly hesitant reply.

“Of course. I only asked if you *wanted* me to.”

“Alright, then…”

Charles could sense, even without using his telepathy, that Erik wanted to do more than just wash him, and the fact that they were in a public place now as well was slightly unnerving. It was very unlikely that anyone would come here at this hour, but still…

Erik’s slick hands slid past his shoulders and down toward his chest, pinching his nipples on the way. Charles’ breath caught in his throat and his erection, which had faded on the way here, started to revive again. Erik was rubbing his pectorals now in a very provocative way, and there was no longer any question whether this was supposed to arouse him. Charles had to admit that Erik had been very succes in in his task.

The other man’s massaging hands had now reached his belly and continued from there toward his lower abdomen. Charles’s cock was fully erect by now, angled up along his belly. Erik’s hands briefly brushed against it but did not remain there, despite Charles’ needy whimpers. The telepath now realized that Erik was avoiding his most sensitive area on purpose.

Magneto chuckled, admiring the result of his ministrations – Charles’ hard, pink erection, now covered with a thin coat of watehe the tip glistened with something else too, which could be nothing but a tiny droplet of pre-come.

“Erik, will you ever quit teasing me?” Charles asked, slightly reproachful. “Now look at this…”

Erik grinned to himself, sliding his wet hands over Charles’ ribcage. “Would you like me to take care of it?”

Charles wanted nothing more than feeling Erik’s hands – or preferably his lips – around his throbbing, hot cock, but he could simply not ignore the fact that this was a public place. Somebody *could* come, no matter how unlikely that was.

“Erik, I do, believe me, but maybe should finish here and head back to our suite? If we are caught doing this here, they might charge us with…”

An audible snort sounded from Erik. “The laws of the Homo Sapiens do not apply to us!” he said. “Who cares? I have broken enough laws during mfe afe anyway. One more will not matter. Besides, we just did it in the sauna. Can this be much worse?”

Charles sighed. Erik’s previous criminal record certainly made this seem like a pretty harmless pastime. Besides, if someone happened to catch them red-handed in the act, he could always use his telepathic powers to erase the memory of that particular person. It would not be ethical, but it would be best for everyone involved.

“Alright, Erik, just do whatever you had in mind to do. It’s not like I can focus on anything but this anyway. Just make sure to be quick.”

“Just how quick it is, will depend *solely* on you,” Erik replied with a mischievous touch in his voice. He walked around Charles’ chair and knelt before the telepath’s feet, stroking his own half-hard penis on the way. Since Erik had come so recently, his elderly body was not quite ready for a second round, although his mind certainly was. He leaned in between the other man’s legs, placing a teasing lick on the head of Charles’ shaft. The droplet of pre-come tasted salty on his tongue.

“Oh, Erik! You *will* drive me mad!”

“I already have, old friend,” Erik stated smugly, letting his lover’s jutting, erect cock slide from his lips to his left cheek.

“Long ago…” Charles agreed with a needy sigh. “And we both know why…”

“Didn’t you want this done quickly?”

“No! I mean… yes, please take your time…”
arlearles let his sentence trail off when he saw and felt Erik’s soft, skilled lips wrapping around his pounding cock and then the sensation of being engulfed by the hot, wet cavern of Erik’s mouth. It almost felt like he would burst right there and then, and it took all the willpower he had to stop it. He didn’t want to finish yet. Just the sight of Erik on his knees before him was so lovely that he wanted to savour it.

As Erik’s head started moving back and forth in a steady rhythm, Charles slowly brought his hand down to lightly touch his lover’s hair. Erik disliked being controlled, but when he showed no signs of disapproval, Charles let his hand pass over the other man’s beautiful – now wet – silver crown.

Erik felt Charles’ touch but chose to ignore it. He used one hand to knead and massage Charles’ tight balls and his other one to fondle his own growing erection. He was still only semi-hard, but with some stimulation, he might come a second time.

He worked steadily with his tongue for another while, knowing exactly what would bring Charles to climax. He could not take all of his friend’s shaft into his mouth but still enough to give the other man exquisite pleasure. Erik was not normally inclined to pleasure other men this way, but instead he liked sitting back and having others do it for him. But Charles was different, of course, so Erik was happy to do it.

As the warm water washed over their heated bodies and Erik’s head bobbp anp and down over Charles’ groin, the telepath felt he was about to come. He very much wanted just to let go and spill in Erik’s mouth, but from experience he knew that he ought to warn his lover beforehand.

“Erik… I’m about to…” His hand tangled reflexively in the other man’s wet, silver hair, but he let go instantly when he noticed what he was doing.

When Erik felt and heard that his lover was close, he drew away and instead used his hand to add that little extra stimulation that was required to bring Charles over the edge. Charles’ whole body spasmed, and a violent shiver racked his frame when he finally climaxed, shooting his seed into the air. Some of it landed on Erik’s chest and even on his cheek, but the water quickly washed it all away. Erik himself also climaxed a second time. It was only a faint squirt and not very intense, but a pleasurable sensation nonetheless.

Slowly the telepath’s shrinking member softened in Erik’s grip. He stopped pumping it when it had gone completely flaccid and then held his semen-covered hand under the hot jets of water
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Well, at least the water washed away all traces of their release. Was there any left in the sauna? Erik doubted it, since they had been lying on a towel, after all, but one could never be sure.

Charles, whose body had stopped trembling now, made a weak attempt to lift himself from the chair. Erik was spent, but he still saw it as his duty to help his friend back to the dressing room. Charles did not try to reject his help now but gratefully leaned against him when Erik lifted him off the chair.

“Erik, that was wonderful… But I want to sleep now…” the weary telepath murmured with his lips pressed to Erik’s neck.

“And so you shall,” Erik promised him. “But we must get dressed first.”

*~*~*

Once back in the suite, Erik pushed Charles’ wheelchair toward the king-sized bed, which was beginning to look very inviting to hoo. oo. Those big, soft pillows, smooth sheets, and… Charles in his arms.

Neither of them bothered going into the bathroom to brush their teeth, shave, or anything like that. That could be done in the morning when they were more alert. Now sleep was all they needed. Erik didn’t even mind his wet hair.

“Goodnight, my dear Erik…” Charles whispered when they lay together in bed, spooned against one another, their bodies and minds lax and satiated.

“It’s almost morning…” the Master of Magnetism replied with a yawn.


The End