Fic: "Oh, Nurse!"
Title: "Oh, Nurse!"
Author: griphonic
Pairing: Erik/Charles
Rating: R (for adult themes)
Word Count: 1648
Summary: Set pre-divorce! Erik and Charles are alone in the mansion, and Charles has come down with a cold. Sounds like a job for Nurse-Erik!
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, only the plot (if you can call it that!) and the words.
Erik Lensherr rolled his eyes with a huff as he stirred the chicken soup a little bit harder than was necessary. Trust Charles to pick the one bloody day that it was just the two of them in the house, to come down with a cold. A cold. Honestly. Erik shook his head, smiling with fond exasperation at the image of his lover currently incapacitated in his spacious bed behind a fort of blankets and tissues that had somehow managed to escape from their resting place in the bedside-bin.
‘Erik.’ As if on cue, Charles Xavier’s voice sounded in his mind with what seemed suspiciously like a mental pout.
“Charles.” Erik reached out and drew the metal pepper-mill out from its hiding place on the kitchen shelf, grinding a small sprinkling into the soup, just as he’d seen his mother do so many lifetimes ago. ‘I thought you were resting.’ Although his tone with reprimanding, the small mental smile he sent in accompaniment was enough to reassure his telepath that he was only teasing. ‘You need to sleep, liebling. You were up most of the night, after all.’
Charles merely gave an impatient huff as an answer and Erik could have sworn that he was sulking. ‘Well it’s difficult to rest when you keep thinking so loudly.’ He grumbled, sniffing pathetically into a tissue.
Erik laughed aloud at that, reaching out to coax the battered old soup ladle down from the overhead saucepan rack. “Well I don’t seem to recall you complaining about my ‘loud’ thoughts before.” He replied with a smug grin. Charles’s answering flush of embarrassment flowed through his mind clear as if the young man was standing in front of him, and Erik smiled wolfishly at the memory of just how his ‘loud’ thoughts had made Charles cum in front of a whole class of students, making a mental vow to do it again at the earliest opportunity.
‘Erik. The last time you did that Hank almost had a mental breakdown and we couldn’t get Sean out of the trees for a week.’ He could feel the gentle lapping of Charles’ mingled guilt and longing at the memory on the edges of his mind, underpinned by a subtle undercurrent of arousal at how utterly obscene and yet insanely hot it had been having Erik make him orgasm using only the strength of his thoughts.
Erik’s hand slipped on the ladle at the memory of Charles flushed and panting, eyes wide and glazed with lust as he struggled to control himself against the tide of Erik’s mental debauchery, and he cursed loudly as hot soup splashed up onto his fingers. “Verdammt!” He felt Charles’ immediate surge of concern, and then arousal as Erik sucked his fingers to soothe away the sharp pain. ‘Honestly Charles, you’re insatiable.’ Erik suppressed a small grin somewhat unsuccessfully as he rummaged around in a cupboard for two bowls, deliberately making a show of laving his tongue around his stinging fingers and groaning softly like he did when he worked his lover to completion with his mouth.
He felt rather than heard Charles’ strained swallow, and when he spoke again, if you could call it that, Erik mused thoughtfully, the huskiness in his voice was undeniable. ‘Oh my friend you have no idea what you do to me.’ The telepath proceeded to project images of what he’d most certainly like Erik to be doing to him, ill or no, into his mind and grinned smugly as he felt Erik’s answering pulse of desire. ‘Now why don’t you come back to bed, nurse, and kiss it all better.’
Erik shot back a mental frown of indignation at being called a nurse, but had to admit the idea sounded tempting. “Really Charles, a nurse? Am I not skilled enough to be your doctor?” He teased, loading the two precariously filled bowls onto a tray. ‘Or is it just that you find the costume a turn on?’
Charles’ resulting intelligible spluttering and sudden pulse of desire were merely attributed to his cold, he reasoned feebly, and not at all due to the rather delectable mental image of Erik in a short dress and suspenders, slicking him with long slender fingers and reaching for that spot inside that made Charles see stars and clench tightly around him...
No, absolutely not.
‘Erik, hurry up.’ He growled, each syllable trembling with barely-constrained desire as his voice echoed in Erik’s mind. ‘It can’t take that bloody long to make a bowl of soup, surely!’
“Patience is a virtue, Charles.” Erik’s answering rumble of laughter was both infuriating and beautiful, and he felt a brief wash of wistfulness sobeautiful,wishhe’dlaughmore blossom and then fade as Charles clamped down on his emotions, feeling suddenly embarrassed at his own sentimentality.
‘Charles...’ Erik smiled, soft and gentle as a kiss against Charles’ mind. “Don’t be ashamed of who you are.” He flushed a little and began to walk a little faster up the endless maze of stairs and corridors that led to Charles’, their, bedroom. ‘I find it rather adorable actually.’ He sent the telepath a quick flurry of images to prove it; Charles glowing radiant and beautiful as a god in the glow of the fire in their study, eyes shining with pride as their children mastered a little more of their abilities, toned body arching up into Erik’s hands with a cry. ‘Everything about you is beautiful Charles, and I love you even if you are a sentimental sap.’
Charles blushed with happiness and a wave of affection flooded through their bond to his lover. ‘I love you too Erik, now do hurry up and come back to bed already.’ He smiled bashfully and curled up a little tighter in his nest of blankets with a happy sniff. ‘It’s cold without you.’
Erik rolled his eyes again in mock exasperation, but quickened his pace all the same. He couldn’t bear to see Charles looking so weak, so vulnerable, so alone, and at that moment all he wanted to do was build a fortress of blankets around them both and wrap him up tightly in his arms, protecting him from the world.
Soft, beautiful, privileged Charles. So trusting and naive, believing so innocently in goodness and peace that it made Erik’s heart clench to know that those blue eyes had seen a thousand different hurts and horrors, and that their owner woke up screaming some nights with the memory of them all.
‘We all have our scars, Erik.’ The words were soft and gentle, and immediately he could feel some of his concern and guilt bleed away beneath their soothing touch. ‘Now come back to bed, love.’ He felt the equivalent of a kiss echo tenderly in his mind as he finally reached the door he was looking for, and quietly eased into Charles’s bedroom.
Charles was lying in bed much as he’d left him, and he struggled to sit up as Erik neared the bed. Placing the tray carefully on the bedside cabinet, Erik settled himself on the side of the bed with a small smile, fingers stroking gently through the telepath’s mussed brown hair as he regarded his red nose and small sniffs with what he hoped was an authoritative ‘medical’ look.
“Now, liebling, what seems to be the problem?” Fingers slipping across the sheets to twine with those that weren’t gripping a tissue, Erik focussed his power on lifting one bowl from the tray and holding it steady before Charles. Because heaven knows the last thing we need is for me to burn him, Erik thought, reaching out to take hold of one of the spoons that thankfully lay motionless on the tray.
Charles laughed and stroked the underside of Erik’s palm with his soft fingers, his touch as smooth and gentle as a butterfly against his own roughened skin. “Oh Erik, my friend, you doubt yourself and your abilities far too much.” His eyes twinkled at the answering huff of indignation, and he obligingly opened his mouth to Erik’s broth-laden spoon, a low groan of appreciation melting out at the wonderful taste before he could stop it.
Erik’s eyes darkened at the sound and he shifted closer, loading up another spoon as he went. He was obviously taking this nursing thing seriously, Charles thought happily; maybe he wouldn’t object to the costume after all. The image of Erik in a skimpy nurses’ outfit made his mouth water and he could feel an answering wave of heat heading southwards as he wrapped his lips around the next spoonful of broth, making sure to tease every last drop away from the metal surface with his tongue.
Looking up at Erik’s darkening gaze, Charles knew his plan was working, and he suddenly began to feel much much better at the thought of Erik ‘nursing’ him well again. He smiled as seductively as he knew how when he felt this ill, but the answering thought of my beautiful Charles echoed in his mind all the same and his heart skipped happily in his chest as Erik leaned in, lips stopping less than a whisper from his own.
“Do you want doctor to kiss it all better?” Erik’s eyes glowed dark and bright with the promise of all the ways he was going to ravage Charles senseless when he was well again, and as he nodded his assent, the telepath felt a shiver of desire lick down his spine and pool among the blankets around his hips as Erik’s warm mouth descended on his own.
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Charles’ raging temperature that night had nothing to do with his cold at all, but Nurse Erik was adamant that he should spend the next day in bed nonetheless, under his strict supervision, of course. Unsurprisingly, Charles whole-heartedly agreed. In fact, he thought deliriously, he could almost feel a full-blown-fever developing, as Erik leaned in to kiss him again.