You Can’t Touch (or maybe you can?)
Part Three! Sort of smut ahead? it got cut off bc i wrote over the paragraph limit shjshshs
“Make sure you use protection!” Emma had called as Erik walked out the door, throwing a middle finger into the air as he got into his car and drove off.
The beach was less than 10 miles away, giving Erik little time to sort his thoughts about this whole situation.
Charles had texted him earlier than day, while the kids were all at school, to which Erik had immediately responded, without much shame for it.
*You still coming tonight?*
*Alright. I might be a little late though, I don’t think I have any swim trunks that fit.*
*God, I feel you. I’m going through the same troubles.*
*But, I bet you look great in them, Erik.*
*You wouldn’t want me any other way.*
Erik had silently agreed, and now, as he drove to the beach, he wondered to himself if Charles knew exactly how much Erik felt for him.
He parked the car in front of the beach-side restaurant, then got out, running fingers through his hair.
“Erik!” He turned his head to the source of the voice, a smile appearing on his face when he spotted Charles waving at him from the bottom of the sand dune. Waves crashed behind him, and Charles in his unbuttoned white shirt and baggy swim trunks, Erik didn’t think he’d ever seen a more attractive scenery.
“Charles.” He responded, stuffing his hands into his pockets has he walked down the stairs to the beach, kicking his sandals off and picking them up. Charles smiled at him, enveloping him in a hug. He buried his face in Erik’s neck, grinning when Erik wrapped his arms around him.
“You look amazing, Charles.” Erik commented once Charles pulled away, earning a chuckle from the man, who gazed out at the water, his hands in his pockets.
“As do you. Now, time to get in?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
“I’m pretty sure I have sand in every crevice of my body.” Charles moaned from the bathroom, as he stripped out of his clothes. Erik chuckled from the living room, where he stood in front of a cabinet, eyes roaming the multiple photographs and such inside.
“Gross.” He responded, hearing clothes hit the floor with a wet thud. He had changed his clothes in the washroom at the beach, and had asked Charles if he wanted to as well, to which he man replied, “Never in a thousand years would I be caught in that washroom, you dirty peasant!” Erik had laughed until tears had sprung into his eyes at that comment and closed the door, immediately taking his shirt off as he did so.
“I’m gonna get a shower, then I’ll be out. Make yourself at home. My bedroom is across the hall from the bathroom. If you wanna go ahead and prepare.” Erik could hear the smirk in his voice, and Erik rolled his eyes. Charles closed the door of the bathroom, and moments later the shower sprang to life.
He sat down on the couch, and pulled out his phone, shaking his head and the spring of texts that covered his lockscreen. He scrolled through them to the first, which was the start of a series of 19 texts, all from one Emma Frost.
*Hope you two have fun. But not *too* much fun, be mindful of his neighbours 😉*
Remember protection, Erik!
You gonna tell him all the fantasies you’ve had about him? You should.
Actually, no. Don’t do that. He might run away and not come back if you do that.
He rolled his eyes, his cheeks flaming red.
“Okay, That’s enough wine for you...” Erik muttered, grabbing the bottle away from Charles, who whined, lip jutting out into a pout.
“Oh come on, I haven’t had that much. Plus, you’ll like me better when i’m tipsy, I assure you.” He winked, sipping at his drink. Erik rolled his eyes, leaning over the chess board that sat in between them.
“I like you plenty already, Charles.” He spoke with a smile, to which Charles smirked, moving his piece on the board.
“Oh? Well then, I think you should prove it to me.” He whispered with a sultry smile, and suddenly the room felt too hot for Erik.
“Maybe I will.” He whispered, after a moment. Charles giggled, and stood, balancing himself, before walking over to Erik’s side, sitting down on his lap to straddle him. Erik put his hands on Charles’ hips, steadying him, smiling into Charles’ hair when the man laid his head onto Erik’s shoulder.
“Mmm,” Charles hummed, “Seems like you have...a little problem.” He motioned with his head down to Erik’s crotch, where he was sporting a quite large tent in his jeans. Erik scoffed, tugging the man closer to him, hands still glued to his hips.
“Seems like you do too.” Erik mumbled into the man’s hair, planting a kiss onto his scalp. Charles smiled, raising his head to sit up, wrapping his arms around Erik’s neck.
“Go on, do what you wish.” Charles mumbled, leaning his forehead against Erik’s, his breath mingling with Erik’s. Erik’s fingers found Charles’ top button, and slowly pushed it through the hole, unbuttoning it. The rest followed until he got to the fourth button down, where Charles’ fingers wrapped around Erik’s, stopping him. Erik looked up silently at Charles, whose cheeks were aflame and his eyes downcast.
“Wait.” Charles murmured. Erik complied, waiting for Charles to give him signal to continue.
“Are you okay?” Erik asked, worriedly. Charles nodded his head slowly, and let out a sigh, closing his eyes.
“I just,” He paused, “I’m kind of, i don’t know. Embarrassed? About my...body?” He shook his head, sighing again, “It’s fine, don’t listen to me. Keep going.”
“No, if you’re not feeling up to it we can just lay here, i’m completely fine with just sitting here. I don’t wanna do anything that’ll make you uncomfortable.” He offered Charles a sincere smile, kissing the man’s nose.
“I...Thank you, Erik.” He said after a moment, and brought his legs up into the seat, curling them under him, leaning against Erik. Erik smiled and lifted his arm, letting Charles snuggle against him. Charles closed his eyes, his head resting against Erik’s shoulder, his breath hot on Erik’s throat.
“Actually,” Charles broke the silence after awhile, sitting back up. Erik smiled at him, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Charles responded by pressing a hard, bruising kiss to Erik’s lips, tugging Erik’s fingers up to the buttons on Charles’ shirt. Erik complied, gracefully pushing the buttons through the holes as he and Charles continued to kiss.
Charles pulled back first, shrugging the thin shirt off, throwing it over his shoulder. Erik placed his hands back onto Charles’ hips like he had done earlier, gazing lustfully at Charles’ figure. His sweatpants were settled low on his waist, his stomach sticking out over the waistband, lovehandles practically calling Erik’s name.
“—Erik?” Erik looked up with a start, cheeks flushing when he saw the nervous look on Charles’ face.
“I’m sorry—I...I was just distracted by how gorgeous you are.” Charles chuckled and rolled his eyes good-naturally, then tugged at the collar of Erik’s shirt, whining, grinding down onto Erik’s rapidly hardening erection.
Erik pulled the shirt off and threw it to join Charles’, then pulled the man back into a kiss, running his fingers down Charles’ body. Charles replied by moaning into the kiss, a fact which caused Erik to smirk, his grip on Charles’ body tightening.
