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xmenfirstkink2011-12-18 05:18 pm
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round 3 overflow post
This post is for Round 3 fills only. We ask that when a round hits 8500 comments, fillers begin moving their fills to this post.
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Prompt: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=1038472#t2038174
Charles/Erik -- Charles is a bakery owner whose most frequent customer is Erik.
Fill: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=0139482#t4502942
Charles started off the morning the same way he always did...
FILL: The Better Men (24f/24)
"After I left Hogwarts," Erik said, "I was able to track down my parents' solicitor. He still had the bit of money my parents left me, and some of their personal effects. Including... these." His face went still in the way Charles knew to associate with extreme nervousness, and he opened his hand.
Inside it was a black velvet box. And inside the box were two gold rings.
Charles felt his mouth fall open.
"My parents' wedding rings," Erik said. "They're linked, magically. If you're thinking of the other person, and want them to know it, their ring will grow warm. Self-fitting, too, of course." He held Charles's eyes, every far-too-still line of his body screaming Is it too much, is it too soon, is it what you want?
Charles could barely draw breath enough to speak, but managed to say, "Show me," and hold out his hand.
Erik's hands shook a little as he threaded one ring onto Charles's finger, the other onto his own. His eyes went distant for a moment, and Charles gasped as the metal warmed, like a tiny golden hug around his finger. He felt an incredulous smile spread across his face.
"Let me try." He focused his mind on the beautiful, amazing man in front of him, how very much he loved him, and wanted him to know that he loved him...
Erik started, then grinned, rubbing his ring. "So you like it?"
"I like it."
Erik took his hand, lacing their fingers together, and kissed it, never breaking eye contact. "Will you marry me?"
"Yes." He tried very hard not to burst into tears, and failed.
Erik, in the midst of losing a similar battle, slid on top of him, peppering him with kisses, mouth and forehead and neck and shoulders, one hand tangling in his hair and the other running down his ribs. Charles grabbed at him, pulling him closer, angling his head into a proper kiss, feeling his entire body light up, eager and joyful and alive—
Oh. Oh. His entire body.
Well, not his legs, no. But something considerably more important.
Erik froze, wide-eyed. "Charles," he said, breathless and giddy. "Charles."
"Do you see this?"
"What – What should I do? What do you want me to do?" Erik was already tearing Charles's pajama pants down, making it difficult for him to focus enough to answer.
"There's um – there's some hand lotion in the nightstand—"
Erik fumbled for it, clumsy with haste, leaving Charles a moment to stare cross-eyed at something he'd feared he'd never see again. Welcome back, old friend. Stay awhile, won't you?
Then Erik was making use of the lotion, slow and firm, and it was all Charles could do not to pass out. He grabbed blindly for Erik's head, pulled down to mash their mouths together, inelegant but so good. "Together," he gasped, "together, like we used to—"
"Always was your favorite." Erik maneuvered them back onto their sides, gathered the two of them into one huge hand, wrapping the other around his shoulders to pull him in close.
Charles was dimly aware that he was making highly embarrassing moaning and whimpering sounds, and probably digging his fingers far too hard into Erik's shoulders, but this was actually happening and they were getting married and he wasn't going to die a bitter old involuntary monk, and oh dear he wasn't going to last very long, was he, no – and Erik right on his heels, a rough whisper against his throat I love you, I love you, I love you—
And when the world outside their bodies existed again, they both found themselves laughing, breathless and light-headed, melting together to kiss slow and clumsy, arms tight around each other. Charles could not remember ever feeling this happy in his whole life.
Re: FILL: The Better Men (24f/24)
Re: FILL: The Better Men (24f/24)