Fanfic: Too Good
Title: Too Good
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating: PG-13
Summary: written for the prompt: Charles and Erik have recently started sleeping together, but there's one problem. Erik is really, really, really good in bed. And Charles is a little intimidated by that.
Note: Rescued and tidied up from here.
Charles grabs his cellphone from the nightstand when he sees it light up, flicking it open before it can vibrate and wake his guest.
Raven
get lucky last night? ;)
The text is time-stamped 6:53am, and Charles realizes absently that he should still be groggy and sending his customary, unintelligible ‘it’s Sunday morning and I’m hungover’ text back to his sister, but he’s been wide awake since 5:30 and doesn’t think he can quite pull it off.
Yes.
He hopes Raven won’t pry until their weekly brunch later, but knows it’s useless. It only takes her 30 seconds to respond again.
good job charles! short answer. that bad?
Charles groans softly and glances down at the man in his bed, taking him in from the sharp line of his nose to the narrow line of his hip under the sheets, all of which he’s memorized in the last hour. Erik, he thinks, running a hand over his face. Turning his attention back to his phone, he decides not to lie to Raven.
No, it was good. Too good.
He blushes as soon as he’s sent it, quickly making sure that Erik is still asleep and not somehow reading over his shoulder. He panics slightly when it occurs to him that Erik might be able to read his mind, since he is clearly some sort of mutant sex god and there might be other powers hiding behind his perfect eyes.
you lucky fucker. details.
Smiling slightly down at his phone, and pushing his bangs out of his face, Charles starts typing his response-The first time, he hadn’t even-but Erik is shifting and groaning into his pillow and Charles ends his message with a quick, mid-sentence later before throwing his phone back onto the nightstand. When he turns back, Erik has a lazy, somewhat bemused smile on his face.
“Morning,” Charles says softly and tries not to look as embarrassed and inadequate as he feels.
-
Only after they are showered and coffeed and Charles has seen Erik to the door does Charles pick up his phone again. There are four new texts from Raven.
the first time?! how many times can you do it? you’re not 17 anymore.
you can’t just leave the story there!
if you’re having morning sex right now i’ll kill you
this is with that sexy bartender you’re in love with, right? pics or i won’t believe you
Charles groans and feels embarrassed all over again. Erik had made him come in his pants last night, which wouldn’t necessarily be a problem if they had been drunk and in the bathroom at the bar, but they had only had two beers and they had been in Charles’ bedroom and Charles really wasn’t seventeen anymore and how could someone be that good? And if someone was that good, how could they ask Charles, of all people, for another date? He can’t decide exactly how to communicate that back to Raven via text, so he settles for something simpler.
Three. No, I’m not. I’ll tell you more at brunch. We didn’t, so you can put away that knife. Love is a very strong word, sister. Do you really think I’m the kind of person who takes pictures like that?
When Raven doesn’t respond immediately, Charles gets up the courage to ask her the question pressing at the very front of his mind.
How can you impress someone who made you come three times in one night? On the next date, I mean. No use speculating on how horribly I responded last night.
He’s still contemplating running over to Raven’s apartment, as he has been since Erik had asked him out again at the door, to have this conversation in person instead of over their phones, but he decides it can wait until brunch. There are more important things to do than discuss his sex life, things like papers that need grading. Or staring at the picture he snapped of Erik walking out of the shower earlier. Shit.
-
It’s not like he’s a creepy stalker, Charles tries to convince himself three hours later when he’s seated in his favorite booth at Leo’s, the best brunch place in town, waiting for Raven to show up. He hadn’t had a picture of Erik on his phone yet and it really would have been creepy if he had taken one of Erik while he was sleeping. And Erik’s facebook was curiously lacking in interesting photos considering he was a bartender in a university town and got drinks half-priced whenever he wasn’t on duty. So it wasn’t creepy. Really.
But maybe staring at it for the good portion of two hours had been.
Charles has to grab his coffee cup with both hands to keep himself from picking up his cellphone again.
His phone lights up with a text and he grabs for it, glad for another distraction.
Raven
oh sweetie you really need to talk about all your feelings don’t you. sorry i can’t make it today. hank’s sick. i’ll bring donuts tomorrow and we’ll talk like teenage girls okay?
Charles can only be slightly frustrated that Raven’s standing him up because really, he’s done it more often than he can count. Maybe Sunday morning isn’t the best time to have their little family get-togethers.
You could’ve texted sooner. Old-fashioned glaze or I’m not telling you anything.
Raven texts back a picture of herself pulling a face and Charles snorts into his coffee, spilling it all over his hands and the table. He nods with as much dignity as he can manage at the elderly couple the next booth over who are staring at him as if he’s crazy.
He snaps a quick picture of the spilled coffee on the table and sends it back to Raven. She’ll understand.
The old couple is probably right.
-
Raven
hank wants you to know that he thinks you were probably fine last night since sexy bartender asked you for another date
The text comes near dinner and is so far out of context, Charles barely understands it. He stops himself from checking over his shoulder for anyone who might be watching because seriously, he’s been alone in his apartment for four hours and there’s no way anyone came in. His ears are burning anyway.
Thank you for including my TA in our conversation about my sex life. I always value his input.
As embarrassing as it is, Hank’s observation does lift some stress from Charles’ mind. It’s a valid point and Charles can’t believe he overlooked it. A smile is breaking on his face and the stack of papers on his desk seems impossibly larger than before now that he thinks Erik might have actually really truly enjoyed last night as much as he did himself.
His phone lights up again and he grabs for it, hoping Raven and Hank-how in the world is he going to face him at work now-have some more advice for him. But it’s not from Raven.
Charles feels his heart beating in his chest like he’s just run a marathon as he opens the text.
Erik
Sunday nights at the bar are boring. There’s a chess board and a half-priced beer here with your name on it.
Charles is grabbing his jacket and on his way out the door before his response is even sent.
How could I possibly turn down cheap beer?
-end-
A small bonus
Erik really has been trying to edit the introduction to his thesis, but the thought of Charles sprawled out beneath him hot and flushed is a more than a little distracting. Last night had just been so good, he’s still trying to process it. He needs to tell someone; just to make sure he isn’t going crazy.
Flipping open his phone, he goes to his most recent conversation, one with Emma about not going home last night and her feeding the cat, and responds to it again.
He came 3 times last night.
He nearly bites his thumb nail off waiting for the response, which comes much sooner than most of Emma’s texts. Somehow she’s always there when he needs to talk about his sex life, but mysteriously missing when he’s having a thesis crisis.
honey, we know you’re a sex god.
Not that she’s always the most helpful person, even when she’s interested. Erik presses his fingers into his eyes before settling back to text her the really important part.
So did I. He’s the sex god.
-the end for real-
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating: PG-13
Summary: written for the prompt: Charles and Erik have recently started sleeping together, but there's one problem. Erik is really, really, really good in bed. And Charles is a little intimidated by that.
Note: Rescued and tidied up from here.
Charles grabs his cellphone from the nightstand when he sees it light up, flicking it open before it can vibrate and wake his guest.
Raven
get lucky last night? ;)
The text is time-stamped 6:53am, and Charles realizes absently that he should still be groggy and sending his customary, unintelligible ‘it’s Sunday morning and I’m hungover’ text back to his sister, but he’s been wide awake since 5:30 and doesn’t think he can quite pull it off.
Yes.
He hopes Raven won’t pry until their weekly brunch later, but knows it’s useless. It only takes her 30 seconds to respond again.
good job charles! short answer. that bad?
Charles groans softly and glances down at the man in his bed, taking him in from the sharp line of his nose to the narrow line of his hip under the sheets, all of which he’s memorized in the last hour. Erik, he thinks, running a hand over his face. Turning his attention back to his phone, he decides not to lie to Raven.
No, it was good. Too good.
He blushes as soon as he’s sent it, quickly making sure that Erik is still asleep and not somehow reading over his shoulder. He panics slightly when it occurs to him that Erik might be able to read his mind, since he is clearly some sort of mutant sex god and there might be other powers hiding behind his perfect eyes.
you lucky fucker. details.
Smiling slightly down at his phone, and pushing his bangs out of his face, Charles starts typing his response-The first time, he hadn’t even-but Erik is shifting and groaning into his pillow and Charles ends his message with a quick, mid-sentence later before throwing his phone back onto the nightstand. When he turns back, Erik has a lazy, somewhat bemused smile on his face.
“Morning,” Charles says softly and tries not to look as embarrassed and inadequate as he feels.
-
Only after they are showered and coffeed and Charles has seen Erik to the door does Charles pick up his phone again. There are four new texts from Raven.
the first time?! how many times can you do it? you’re not 17 anymore.
you can’t just leave the story there!
if you’re having morning sex right now i’ll kill you
this is with that sexy bartender you’re in love with, right? pics or i won’t believe you
Charles groans and feels embarrassed all over again. Erik had made him come in his pants last night, which wouldn’t necessarily be a problem if they had been drunk and in the bathroom at the bar, but they had only had two beers and they had been in Charles’ bedroom and Charles really wasn’t seventeen anymore and how could someone be that good? And if someone was that good, how could they ask Charles, of all people, for another date? He can’t decide exactly how to communicate that back to Raven via text, so he settles for something simpler.
Three. No, I’m not. I’ll tell you more at brunch. We didn’t, so you can put away that knife. Love is a very strong word, sister. Do you really think I’m the kind of person who takes pictures like that?
When Raven doesn’t respond immediately, Charles gets up the courage to ask her the question pressing at the very front of his mind.
How can you impress someone who made you come three times in one night? On the next date, I mean. No use speculating on how horribly I responded last night.
He’s still contemplating running over to Raven’s apartment, as he has been since Erik had asked him out again at the door, to have this conversation in person instead of over their phones, but he decides it can wait until brunch. There are more important things to do than discuss his sex life, things like papers that need grading. Or staring at the picture he snapped of Erik walking out of the shower earlier. Shit.
-
It’s not like he’s a creepy stalker, Charles tries to convince himself three hours later when he’s seated in his favorite booth at Leo’s, the best brunch place in town, waiting for Raven to show up. He hadn’t had a picture of Erik on his phone yet and it really would have been creepy if he had taken one of Erik while he was sleeping. And Erik’s facebook was curiously lacking in interesting photos considering he was a bartender in a university town and got drinks half-priced whenever he wasn’t on duty. So it wasn’t creepy. Really.
But maybe staring at it for the good portion of two hours had been.
Charles has to grab his coffee cup with both hands to keep himself from picking up his cellphone again.
His phone lights up with a text and he grabs for it, glad for another distraction.
Raven
oh sweetie you really need to talk about all your feelings don’t you. sorry i can’t make it today. hank’s sick. i’ll bring donuts tomorrow and we’ll talk like teenage girls okay?
Charles can only be slightly frustrated that Raven’s standing him up because really, he’s done it more often than he can count. Maybe Sunday morning isn’t the best time to have their little family get-togethers.
You could’ve texted sooner. Old-fashioned glaze or I’m not telling you anything.
Raven texts back a picture of herself pulling a face and Charles snorts into his coffee, spilling it all over his hands and the table. He nods with as much dignity as he can manage at the elderly couple the next booth over who are staring at him as if he’s crazy.
He snaps a quick picture of the spilled coffee on the table and sends it back to Raven. She’ll understand.
The old couple is probably right.
-
Raven
hank wants you to know that he thinks you were probably fine last night since sexy bartender asked you for another date
The text comes near dinner and is so far out of context, Charles barely understands it. He stops himself from checking over his shoulder for anyone who might be watching because seriously, he’s been alone in his apartment for four hours and there’s no way anyone came in. His ears are burning anyway.
Thank you for including my TA in our conversation about my sex life. I always value his input.
As embarrassing as it is, Hank’s observation does lift some stress from Charles’ mind. It’s a valid point and Charles can’t believe he overlooked it. A smile is breaking on his face and the stack of papers on his desk seems impossibly larger than before now that he thinks Erik might have actually really truly enjoyed last night as much as he did himself.
His phone lights up again and he grabs for it, hoping Raven and Hank-how in the world is he going to face him at work now-have some more advice for him. But it’s not from Raven.
Charles feels his heart beating in his chest like he’s just run a marathon as he opens the text.
Erik
Sunday nights at the bar are boring. There’s a chess board and a half-priced beer here with your name on it.
Charles is grabbing his jacket and on his way out the door before his response is even sent.
How could I possibly turn down cheap beer?
-end-
A small bonus
Erik really has been trying to edit the introduction to his thesis, but the thought of Charles sprawled out beneath him hot and flushed is a more than a little distracting. Last night had just been so good, he’s still trying to process it. He needs to tell someone; just to make sure he isn’t going crazy.
Flipping open his phone, he goes to his most recent conversation, one with Emma about not going home last night and her feeding the cat, and responds to it again.
He came 3 times last night.
He nearly bites his thumb nail off waiting for the response, which comes much sooner than most of Emma’s texts. Somehow she’s always there when he needs to talk about his sex life, but mysteriously missing when he’s having a thesis crisis.
honey, we know you’re a sex god.
Not that she’s always the most helpful person, even when she’s interested. Erik presses his fingers into his eyes before settling back to text her the really important part.
So did I. He’s the sex god.
-the end for real-