Inside (Memories where you laid them)

Title: Inside (Memories where you laid them)

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Anal, HJ, M/M, Oneshot, Solo

Characters/Pairings: Erik/Charles

Disclaimer: I do not in any way, shape or money making form own X-Men or any characters attached to that name. They belong solely to their creator and publisher. I am just borrowing them for my own amusement.

Summary:  Charles Xavier. The man he was quite infatuated with. The man he spent every waking minute with during the past month. The man he let inside and Charles in return did the same.

Author Notes:  I, like many others, sensed a strong romantic vibe from Erik and Charles. And that vibe only intensified until the very end of movie. I couldn't get those  two out of my head. So naturally when I got home, I typed a 3,598 length fanfic detailing their feelings about one another and their (mind-blowing) lovemaking.  Anyways, I do hope you enjoy! Reviews are welcomed. - Ashton

Here’s a list of songs I advise listening to while reading. (Thank you Cornelius for helping put it together)

Blind- Placebo (http://www.pandora.com/music/song/placebo/blind#lyrics)

The Cameraeye-  Billy Corgan (http://www.pandora.com/music/song/billy+corgan/cameraeye#lyrics)

Hemorrhage (In My Hands)- Fuel (http://www.pandora.com/music/song/fuel/hemorrhage+in+my+hands#lyrics)

I’ll be Yours- Placebo (http://www.pandora.com/music/song/placebo/ill+be+yours#lyrics)

Trust Me- The Fray

 

Erik returned to his chambers after a long day of training with the ‘Professor’. Erik laughed at the title, he couldn’t possibly think of Charles to such a high decree. To Erik, he was only kind - but persistent, Charles Xavier. Charles. The man he was quite infatuated with. The man who he spent every waking minute with during the past month or so. Today’s session was different than the others. He let Charles inside of his head and saw what was very well the most intimate, humane memory Erik held. And once he was done viewing it all he did was shed a tear and thanked him for letting him share such a thing. It was a simple memory. An ordinary Hanukkah celebration shared with his mother and their closest relatives. No one else would have found the importance in it but Charles. Charles felt his compassion and cared for him like no one else had ever before.

These thoughts carried Erik all the way to his room. After absentmindedly dismissing Raven from his bed, he plopped down on it. She was a very beautiful girl, yes. But he felt  absolutely nothing when he kissed her. He cared for her though and knew she needed the confidence boost.

He slipped off his boots and lay his head on the pillow. Closing his eyes, Xavier instantly popped in his mind. His vibrant blue eyes and soft spoken accent that always spoke reason to Erik -or at least tried to. He never did thank him for saving his life that night. When Xavier rushed into the roaring rapids and wrapped his lean arms around him and filled voices of reason in his head. Twice he risked his life to save a young man he barely knew. Then again he knows all he needs to just by simply slipping deep into his thoughts.

Erik thought once more about Xavier’s arms. And the torso that was connected to it, followed by strong legs that carried him across his courtyard. Many days Erik would watch Charles running with Hank outside. He was nothing compared to Hank’s athletic capabilities, but still very impressive. So impressive in fact that for the past couple of weeks Erik would get up early enough just to catch a glimpse of his blurred body moving across the quad. Erik tried his best to have temperance, and to not watch Charles the way he was, but atlas, the boy had never been too great at controlling his feelings. He had done his very best to mask his secret desires, but nights like these, were he was so, so lonely, it was hard not to think about such a handsome man.

Slowly, his powers unzipped the fly of his trousers. Without thinking, he pushed the hem of his briefs down. He trailed the tips of his fingers across his skin, imagining it belonging to Xavier’s instead. Licking over his lips, he bit back a gasp as his thumb grazed a sensitive area.

A knock on the door disrupted his thoughts and actions. “Go away.” Erik demanded. If it was Raven again, he wouldn’t be so gentle with her this time.

“It’s me,” said a familiar voice, “Charles.”

Erik sat up instantly. He ran a hand through his hair and tried to regain his composure. “What do you want?” he hoped the unsteadiness of his voice wouldn’t be detected.

“I need to talk to you. It’s urgent.”

Erik sighed as he pulled his briefs back up. He took a series of deep breaths -just as Charles taught him to do in order to calm his mind, and unlocked the door with his power. “It’s open.”

The door was pushed open with great hesitant and slowness and in popped Charles’s head. “I hope I’m not disturbing you too badly. Are you decent?”

Erik’s face heated. He looked away, pretending to be preoccupied with the coin on his desk. “What do you want, Charles? Having more late night ideas?”

“Well, yes,” Charles advanced in his room. “I was wondering if I could go over some strategies with you.” He looked around the large corridor and seemed to be lost in thought. “This used to be one of my old rooms.

“One of them?” questioned Erik. “How many did you have?”

“Oh, quite a few.” laughed Charles. he paced around the room, his foot steps groaning underneath the hardwood floor. “I was a curious kid, you see. So I made it my goal to try out every room in this house.”

Erik studied him closely,  “Did Raven sleep with you?”

“No, no, she kept to her own room.”

He relaxed from his response and lifted the coin higher in the air. He wasn’t too sure what Charles was playing at, but he was to keep his mind clear from thoughts of him. And practicing ‘controlling’ his power is what helped best.

“I remember this room.” The professor said after a moment of silence,  “I frequented it a lot. I do hope the mattress is to your liking.” Charles smiled down at him.

“It’s better than the ones at motels.”

“I would hope so.” Charles laughed again. Resting a hand on the side of the bed, he added, “Mind if I sit?”

Erik shook his head no, “It’s your room after all.”

Charles climbed carefully on the bed. He folded one knee under his leg. The muscles of his arms tensed as he settled; Erik couldn’t help but watch. Charles glanced at him once he was seated. He gave him a look, one Erik couldn’t quite pin point “So what strategies did you want to go over?”

“Well, really I wanted to pick your brain about Shaw.”

The coin instantly whizzed around the room at the sheer mention of the man’s name.“What about him?”

Charles took notice of the coin. He bit his lip for moment and fell into thought again.

“Xavier.” Erik called out after a couple seconds of silence from him.

“I do understand you intense hatred toward him, Erik.” He said finally.

The boy dropped the coin in his hand and balled his fist. “Do you?”

“I couldn’t imagine having to have gone through that. Seeing my mother-”

“Don’t.” Erik began to tense up. “Let’s not go there.”

“I’m sorry.” Charles sat back, “I suppose it doesn’t get easier with age.”

“No.” Erik responded. He automatically ran his fingers over the numbers branded on his skin, “It doesn’t.”

Charles reached a hand out and gently touched his arm.  The feel of his fingers calmed his senses instantly. In fact, it replaced his previous feelings with an extremely different emotion. “I am sorry.” he whispered.

Erik shook his head. “If there were anyone I would talk to about it, it would be you.”

“You can tell me anything.” smiled Charles as he gave his arm a gentle squeeze, “You know that, right?”

“Yes.”  Erik replied. They locked eyes for a moment. Charles’s intruding blues staring into Erik’s. He couldn’t look away nor could he stop the thoughts from swarming in his head. His strong desire of Xavier's touch was undeniable. And now more than ever, now that he was so close, he wanted him even more. In seconds, he knew that Charles knew it all. He read him like a book and now all he wondered was why Charles wasn’t running away from him in disgust. Ah, right, because he was too much of a gentleman. Finally their gaze broke. He noticed then that his fly was still down. Xavier stilled his movement. He must have noticed it too. Erik tried to pull away in embarrassment, but Xavier’s hand lingered.

“Charles, is that the real reason you’re here, to talk about Shaw?”

The professor stared at him shyly. They locked eyes for what seemed like forever. “No.” he said finally.

He noticed something in Charles’s eyes now. Curiosity? Whatever it was, it was intense enough to make the young man inch close and brush his soft lips against his. Instantly Erik responded by filling any gaps between their lips that the professor might have left open. He closed his eyes and stayed very, very still.

Charles was the first to break the kiss. He pulled back and stared at him with his head tilted to his side.

“How long have you known?”, whispered Erik.

“A while.” Charles answered truthfully. “Though you did an amazing job deflecting your thoughts.”

“Thanks.”

“I do wish you would have simply come out and told me. It would have made things a lot easier.”

“What good would that have done?”

“I told you you could tell me anything. And yes, that included infatuated feelings toward me.”

Erik laughed again. It lied deeper than simply ‘infatuated’ feelings now.

“Yes, I’m well aware of the depth of your feelings” Charles said, “I was saying that for your benefit.”

“Xavier, stay out of my head.” He glared.

“I can’t help it. You’re thinking awfully loud tonight.”

“Is that what brought you down here?”

“Well, yes, and no.”

Erik watched him, as he waited for a further explanation.

“After today’s lesson, I couldn’t stay away.” he admitted, “I was pacing the corridor, mustering up the courage to tell you the way I felt since you obviously weren’t going to do it. And that’s when I, erm, heard you.”

Erik braced himself. “What did you hear exactly?”

“You were thinking of me...” Charles placed his hand on Erik’s thigh. He could feel his warm flesh under his trousers. Erik shivered at the touch. “You were fantasizing me touching you. My hands grazing across your body.” He inched closer once again until his breath washed over Erik’s lips. “I couldn’t stay away.” Charles whispered.

Erik moved forward. He cupped his friend's face and kissed him. This time their urgency could be felt. Charles parted his lips and welcomed Erik’s tongue in. The older man shivered as a small sound escaped from the younger boy’s throat. He pressed his body against him and the boy complied by falling back on the bed. Once on top of him, Erik straddled his waist and threaded his hands into his soft locks, never breaking from the kiss. Xavier placed his hands on Erik’s back and tugged at his shirt. Between their kisses, they quickly discarded their clothes, leaving nothing but their briefs on. It was as if they had both been waiting for this moment their entire life (and were now taking full advantage of it).  Erik pulled away only when he desperately needed oxygen.

“Good god,” panted Charles after a few moments passed.

“Do you want this?” Erik asked. He moved his fingers freely through his hair, staying gentle. What he wouldn’t give to simply freeze this moment.

“You do.” said Xavier. He was searching his mind again. “I could stop time right now if that’s what you really wanted.”

“I told you to not-”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Xavier relaxed under him, “I can’t help it. You’re making me antsy.”

Erik chuckled, “Am I?”

“Yes.” he licked over his lips and smiled. Raising his head he met the boy’s lips again. Their heated kiss left much to be desired. Erik grinded his hips downwards, causing Xavier's frame to tremble.

“Y-yes.” the boy moaned as he broke away from their locked lips, “Yes, Erik, I want this.”

“Are you sure?” he asked. He wanted the boy so much. He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to stop himself later on if Charles freaked out and wanted to leave.

“I don’t plan on leaving any time soon.” Xavier placed a hand over Erik’s. “I told you, I’ve tried to stay away but I can’t. I want this.”

“And what exactly is this?”

“Two men with heart felt desires, yearning for the other’s touch in order to be released.”

“There should be a ‘mutant’ somewhere in that.”

“Non mutant homo sapiens are just the same.” Charles explained, “It is after all, normal to feel this way toward someone.”

“Really, Charles you never cease to amaze me.”

Charles’s lips curled wickedly into a smirk. “Erik, don’t you understand? I’m at your disposal. You don’t need this to be in your head, imagining me. I’m right here.”

“Are you going to let me inside you now?” chuckled Erik

“Shut up. Before I change my mind, Erik.”

Erik knew better to continue teasing him. He knew Charles was trusting him, knew he was giving him the most intimate part of his body.

“Freeze time.” Erik instructed.

Charles centered his eyes, focusing on the task at hand. Suddenly, everything became quiet. “Well done.” Erik smiled as he leaned down to capture his lips once more. He couldn’t get over the delicious taste of them, the softness of the texture. And that curious, prodding tongue of his could be put to such wondrous use down the road.

It was Charles that tugged his briefs down first. He shivered at the cold air and pulled them off the rest of the way himself. He pressed the strength of his hard sex against Charles’s equally hard member.

“E-erik.” He moaned.

“Yes?”

“This isn’t your first time, is it?”

“No.” Erik answered truthfully.

Charles was silent.

“Are you jealous?”

“I’m not made out of stone, Erik.”

Erik stroked his cheek and Charles leaned into his touch. “For what it’s worth, I was drunk and I don’t even remember his name.”

“Charming,” Charles shook his head.

Erik trailed the hand down to his chest. Gently, he rubbed his left nipple. “Well, I got you didn’t I?”

Charles bit his lip at the movement.

“This is your first time though, isn’t it?”

“Yes. So I’d appreciate it if you tried to be a bit gentle.”

“Relax, professor, you’re in good hands.” He kissed the center of his chest, and lowered his lips to a nipple. In his fantasies, Charles always enjoyed light foreplay and growled in ecstasy by the time he got down to his swelled, weeping cock. He wanted to go slow tonight, wanted to make this a night Xavier would soon never forget. However, his aching dick pleaded for release in the form of Charles’s tight enclosure. He trailed his tongue down the path to his pelvic bone, nipping here and there, causing various of sounds to come from the boy underneath. Finally he pulled at the hem of his briefs and revealed a glorious cock.

“My, professor, you really do keep on surprising me.”

Charles laughed shakily, threading a hand in his hair. “I believe it’s safe to say I have never been this aroused in the entirety of my life.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Erik wrapped a hand around him. His soft warmth felt good in his hand. He began to pump him slowly, teasingly. Curiously he ran his tongue around the tip as his hand continued to move. Charles soon had enough and started to thrash his hips upwards, moaning his name pleadingly. “Please.”

“Please, what?”

“D-don’t make me say it.”

“I can’t read your mind.”

Charles licked over his lips for the umpteenth time. Erik knew Charles was trying to find the less vulgar way of saying, ‘Fuck my brains out.’ Finally he settled on: “Take me. Have...s-sex with me.”

Erik moved back to his lips. Once Charles was panting for air, Erik slipped a finger in his own mouth, wetting it. Charles watched, entranced. “A-ah, right. The rectum fails to do self lubrication.”

“You’ve been studying up on sodomy?” Erik lowered the finger toward his parted legs.

“Yes.” Charles laughed at Erik's bluntness. Instantly, he tensed up at the feel of his finger by his entrance.

“Then you know it hurts less when you’re relaxed.”

Charles nodded. He closed his eyes, “Right. Go ahead”

He pushed his digit in slowly. The professor’s intake of breath indicated he’d never even touched himself before. Erik felt better knowing that, but also knew if he didn’t prepare him right, poor Xavier would look back on this night with ill contempt and wouldn't be walking correctly for days.

“Are you alright?” he asked.

“Y-yes. Please, keep going.”

Erik obeyed, thrusting his finger in and out with slow care. Twitches of pain came and left from Charles’s face. He had an incredible talent of calming himself quite quickly; Erik envied it. Soon, he was ready for a second finger. Once he felt a bit looser, Erik crossed them and Charles bucked his hips in response.

“O-oh.” He eyelids were halfway closed. Almost reaching ecstasy. “Please, I can’t...can’t wait anymore.”

Charles groaned at the feeling of Erik’s fingers slipping out. He positioned himself at his tight hole. Charles lifted a shaky hand and traced his index finger down the length of his cock. Erik stayed perfectly still as Charles explored his sensitive shaft.

“How badly will it hurt?” he whispered.

“A lot, at first. It’ll take a few minutes to get used to it.”

Charles nodded, “Thank you for being truthful.”

Erik slipped his free hand into Xavier's. “Squeeze it if you need to. It’ll help.”  Charles rubbed his fingers over his hand, testing it. His other hand dropped from his cock and on to the bedspread. “Okay.”

Erik guided himself inside his tightness. A scream erupted from Xavier. He forced himself not to move, wanting him to get used to the feel of him.

“O-oh, God. Move!” he stammered, eyes shut tight. “I-I can’t take...take it if you....don’t.”

Erik pulled himself back a few centimeters, thrusting in.

“Anh!” Xavier's back arched as his inner muscles clenched around Erik.

Soon the two built up a steady rhythm. Sounds of heavy panting and cries were bounced around the room. He thanked the heavens for Xavier's power when he screamed his name after Erik located his prostrate successfully.

“Harder!” the professor groaned as he lifted his back entirely off the bed.

Erik held on tighter to his waist as he began to pound him. The younger boy wrapped his legs tighter around his waist and screamed his name louder.

Quite quickly, he lost himself in the boy. This was beyond anything of his wildest dreams. Charles, naked, withering underneath him, wildly bucking his hips in time with his own. He wanted to go for hours. Wanted to see what other beautiful noises he could get the professor to make. But atlas he was a young male who was feeling very close to the brink of a momentous orgasm due to the professor’s impressive movement.

He snaked a free hand down to his cock and began pumping Charles in time with his own thrusts. Soon Charles was mewing his name and withering. “I-I...please, Erik. S-so...so close.”

Erik captured his lips once more. Tongues struggling to dominate. He moaned into him as he came in a series of hot spurts. Shivers coursed down Xavier's spine at the sheer feel of it and he himself released seconds later. Erik continued to beat him off before collapsing on him. Charles placed his trembling hands on the man’s sweaty back and relaxed under him. Erik placed his head sideways on his chest.

“M-my, Erik.” Charles laughed shakily.

“Did I show you a good time?” Erik responded with a smirk.

“Oh d-dear, friend, that was brilliant.”

Erik kissed the side of his neck and nuzzled the side of his head in the crook of the boy’s neck. They remained like this for what seemed like forever. Erik dozed off and was woken by Charles laughter.

“You were snoring.”

“Was not.” Erik scoffed.

Charles toyed with his slightly damp hair, “I have to get up now.”

“Why?”

“Time is still frozen.”

“Can’t you unfreeze it in the position you are in now?”

“Well, yes,” Charles began, “But I have to tend to other matters that involve leaving the bed.”

Erik climbed off him and helped him up in a sitting position. He slid his underwear back up the boy’s creamy thighs, followed next by his trousers.“Will you be back?”

“Of course.” Xavier answered. He pulled his shirt over his head and straightened it out, “I only want to check on the others real quick.”

“Can’t you just read their minds?” he mumbled.

“Now, now, you have my word, Erik. I’ll return to you.”  he kissed him, tasting sweat on his lower lip. “I’d like nothing more but to fall asleep in your arms and wake up to the sunrise pouring into the room.”

“Oh, come off it.” Erik rolled his eyes. Though a part of him liked the sound of that.

“Sap.” Charles teased as he limped out of bed.

“This isn’t going to work if you continue to do that.”

Charles laughed, his tone playful, “My apologies.”

“At least tell me what you’re thinking.”

“I’m thinking, you look a tad more sexy with your hair tousled like it is now.”

“You’re full of shit, professor.”

“Well if you’re going to continue to belittle my thoughts I won’t share them with you.” Charles leaned in front of him and pressed his lips gently against his cheek.  “Keep the bed warm, my friend.”

“Hurry back.” Erik grumbled.

Xavier hobbled toward the door. He glanced back at the naked boy in bed and smiled. He brought time back to life and left the room.

Erik slipped under the covers and plumped the pillows beside him just for Xavier. He smiled dreamily as a hand trailed back down to his cock. Of course, now that he knew how Charles’s hands felt around him, his own simply wouldn’t do.

By Ashton