round 3 overflow post
Dec. 18th, 2011 05:18 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
starkmodistries.livejournal.com posting in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
xmenfirstkinkThis 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
EXAMPLE:
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...
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Heat - Part 37d of 38
Date: 2012-10-27 03:16 pm (UTC)Erik pulled back before things got too heated, however, and both of them were left panting, clothes askew and hair sticking up in all directions, simply gazing each other with wide, glazed eyes.
‘This – this isn’t really happening, is it,’ Erik managed to say once he had finishing panting.
‘No,’ Charles shook his head and wiped the hair away from his forehead, where it was stuck in sweaty strands. ‘I’m afraid not. This is all in our dreams. In our heads.’
Erik nodded at that, but didn’t say anything.
They sat in silence for a minute more, trying to get their breathing under control.
‘We should probably wait,’ Erik said abruptly, not meeting Charles’s eyes. ‘Until you’re – I mean, until we are both awake.’
Charles gave him a rueful smile.
‘I suppose,’ he said, even though his eyes were fixed on Erik’s reddened lips.
Erik, despite his best efforts, felt his mouth start to curve up into a smile.
‘It’s not going to work if you keep looking at me like that, Charles,’ he murmured.
‘Hmm?’ Charles clearly didn’t seem to be listening, appearing nearly hypnotised by the way Erik’s lips moved.
Erik smirked. ‘Thinking happy thoughts, Charles?’ he teased.
Charles blinked.
‘God I want to kiss you,’ he breathed, apropos of nothing.
Erik paused at that, before smiling a slow, dangerous smile.
‘So,’ he murmured, leaning towards Charles, ‘Kiss me.’
But Charles suddenly shook his head, pulling away slightly.
‘No, Erik,’ he said, looking up at him with a look of longing on his face. ‘What I mean is that I want to really kiss you.’
Erik’s eyebrow rose upwards.
‘Again,’ he said slowly, teasingly. ‘So kiss me.’
But Charles was still shaking his head.
‘I don’t mean here,’ he said softly. ‘I mean outside. I want to kiss you outside.’
Erik froze, before slowly leaning back into his chair. He watched Charles appraisingly for a moment, his expression contemplative. When he next spoke, however, his tone was low and heated.
‘So,’ he said slowly, his eyes never moving from Charles’s, ‘Kiss me.’
Charles opened his mouth and shut it again, his expression suddenly unsure.
‘Come on, Charles,’ Erik said, gripping his hands and leaning forward eagerly. ‘You can do it. I know you can. If you want to really kiss me half as much as I want to kiss you, then you will. But you’ve got to want it.’
Charles turned to Erik at that.
‘I do,’ he said softly, reaching out a hand to gently cup Erik’s chin. ‘Oh Erik – you have no idea how much I want you.’
Something wild and hot clenched somewhere deep inside Erik’s gut and he swallowed.
‘Then come and get me,’ he whispered.
Charles held his eyes for a moment, and then smiled.
The room vanished.
One moment it was there, and then it was like all the light had been sucked out, leaving nothing behind but inky blackness. Erik blinked, startled, and then suddenly there was a great sense of fear rising in his chest and there was nothing around him and he couldn’t see, and – he reached out, trying to feel about him, for a table or a wall or a – a floor …
Erik’s stomach lurched as he realised that there was nothing beneath him, nothing to catch him, nothing which would stop his descent, and then he was falling – falling, falling, falling …
Re: Heat - Part 37d of 38
Date: 2012-10-27 11:58 pm (UTC)This is just Charles waking up, right? RIGHT?
Re: Heat - Part 37d of 38
Date: 2012-10-30 12:45 am (UTC)Hope you manage to read the last part! xx
Re: Heat - Part 37d of 38
Date: 2012-10-30 05:26 am (UTC)