round 3 overflow post

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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.

Format:
SUBJECT LINE -- Round #, short description of fic (ex: "Alex/Hank, lab partners")
--- Link to the prompt
--- Text of the prompt

--- Link to the fill
OR
--- Entire text of the fill

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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...

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FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 181/?

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XI

Erik has spent so many nights sleepless or waking up in the early hours of late that at first he has no idea why he’s woken up, tries to remember what he had been dreaming - nothing, his mind is for once a sweet blank darkness, exhausted beyond nightmares by the all-nighter - and then Charles leans over and kisses him again, wet and filthy now that Erik’s conscious, and Erik presses back without thinking, a low moan rumbling in his throat before he’s even really registered what’s happening.

Charles drags his mouth away, panting, only to press it instead to the line of Erik’s jaw, sucking and nipping along it and working his way to the throb of Erik’s pulse below his ear. He stops there long enough for Erik to really wake up, dazed and blindingly aroused, hands coming up to grab at Charles’ shoulder and hair. “Mmph, Charles, my helmet isn’t going to cover that - ”

“And we can’t be having people think you ever have sex,” Charles murmurs against Erik’s skin, pulling away reluctantly and leaving a sudden chill where his lips and tongue have been. His warm breath on it makes Erik shiver. “Don’t worry, this isn’t high school. I don’t need to give you a hickey for you to be mine.”

Oh, Erik thinks, with a flush of astonished pleasure that leaves him wordless.

Under the blankets the space between their bodies is hot and close, and while Erik stares at Charles, wide-eyed and startled, the human moves his leg so that his muscled thigh is firmly between Erik’s. When he drags it up against Erik’s stiffening cock it’s enough to make him groan and arch into the pressure even as Charles’ answering hardness presses against Erik’s stomach. “You - ” Erik manages between kisses, rolling his hips to press up against Charles again, finding a rhythm between them that leaves them both panting. “I am,” he says in the end, and finds to his embarrassment that his eyes are a little wet.

“Oh,” and Charles is staring back at him, biting at his own bottom lip where it’s swollen and red. He must have turned the lamp on before waking Erik up. “Oh, Erik. Let me - would you - ”

“Anything, anything - ” If only Charles will say it again.

“I want to fuck you,” Charles says all in a rush, like the words are stumbling over one another to get out, as though someone might stop him if he doesn’t say it right then and there. His chest is heaving fit to burst, and Erik’s hips stutter, jerking hard enough that Charles is nearly thrown off; his hands grab at Erik’s chest for balance, palms over either nipple and catching at an angle that makes Erik whine and gasp, thought gone for a moment in sharp pleasure-pain from the friction. “Let me,” and Charles bends forward to kiss him again, thumbs Erik’s nipples deliberately this time, thrusting against him and leaving the skin of Erik’s belly wet and white-streaked, shifting to straddle Erik’s hips properly and sitting back on the trembling muscles of his thighs.

Charles has never asked for that before.

Erik tries to think, but between his surprise and the overstimulation it’s difficult to do more than cry out as Charles ruts against him and run his hands over as much of Charles as he can reach, pulling him as close as Charles will let him - which isn’t very, he seems to want to stay leaning over Erik, in control and making him writhe. Charles so rarely asks for anything in bed even when he starts it that the request alone is something new and unusual, let alone asking to -

“I’ve never - ” Erik manages, taking hold of Charles’ wrists - manually, with his own fingers, not his powers - to stop him for a moment, try to think, though it doesn’t stop the steady rocking of their hips, grinding against one another and distracting him with a hot pleasure under his skin that makes him feel like he might burst out of it at any moment. “Charles, I - ”

“Please,” Charles says, and leans down between his caught hands to kiss Erik’s mouth again, sweet and aching, fingers curling in Erik’s grip so that he can feel the tendons moving in Charles’ wrists. “Let me. You said anything.”