Beneath Me 27/
At last they arrived at Shaw's country house. Charles has never been more glad to see the ostentatious building in his life. In fact, he's never been relieved to see it before. This is a first. He cricks his neck as he steps down from the carriage and looks around.
Erik is standing there, holding the reins of the horses. He glances at Charles; Charles looks away immediately.
“Charles.” His aunt taps him on the shoulder. “Kindly tell the man that he better take good care of my bags. I don't want my hats crushed.”
“Yes, aunt.” Charles manages a smile, that vanishes as soon as he turns round to face Erik.
“I take it I'm supposed to be careful with the bags.” Erik murmurs.
“You take it correctly.” Charles pauses awkwardly. “Er...” He wants to drag Erik off into the stables right now. He wants to know the man still isn't angry with him. He wants...Erik.
“So...where should I take these?” Erik looks down at the bags.
“I'll show you.” Charles murmurs.
“Very good, sir.” There's a very small smile starting at the corners of Erik's lips.
Charles can feel Erik's eyes on his body as he leads the way down the hall. He knows exactly what Erik is thinking. He knows it's insane, and yet, he can't help wanting the same thing.
So as soon as Erik has set the bags down in his room, Charles turns to press him up against the wall. “Now.”
“Now.” Erik leans back against the wall. “Is there anything else you need, sir?”
“Absolutely.” Charles kisses him fervently. Erik's lips are fresh and warm and god, does he need them everywhere. His hands are on Erik's ass, pulling him closer, letting their groins grind closer together.
“Where do you need it, sir?” Erik nips at his ear, his teeth sharp and piercing.
“Everywhere.” Charles moans.
Erik grins and pushes him back toward the bed. “I'm going to need you to be more specific, sir.”
“I want you. Your cock, in me. On me. Your lips. Everywhere. Fuck, Erik.”
“Good enough.” Erik pushes him onto the bed and straddles him. “I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll think of me during every single second of your fine and fancy hunt tomorrow.”
“Do it.” Charles arches up to kiss him.
Erik's hard against him, cradling the back of his neck to kiss Charles more deeper, his mouth probing deeper into Charles's. Charles is achingly hard. All he wants is for the man to undo his trousers and take him in his mouth. He's certain they're both thinking the same thing when Erik's hand cups him.
“You,” he breathes against Erik's lips.
“Well, Charles...this is frankly shocking.”
Charles freezes. When he looks up, Emma, Shaw's ward and his almost-fiancee (according to his father) is standing there in the doorway, watching them. Her expression is amused...and he is well and truly fucked.