THE X-MEN FIRST CLASS KINK MEME: PROMPT POST

[iambickilometer]

You know why you're here. You've seen the movie. You're asking yourself, "So where was the gratuitous Emma Frost as White Queen in a corset? When did Mystique totally make it with Beast? WHY IN HEAVENS DID XAVIER AND MAGNETO NEVER MAKE OUT

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Erik/Charles

[mirroriste]

Anon is too much work

It's the 60s. I want stoned Erik and Charles talking philosophy, shotgunning, and having stoned sex.

Re: Erik/Charles

[mirroriste]

yesssssssssss

so seconded. also, lovin' the Castiel all up in your icon.

[mirroriste]

It felt appropriate, what with Stoner!Cas and all.

[bathouse13]

It does, anon.

It truly does.

Re: Erik/Charles: Fill: Says yes and I believe him, 1/7

[mirroriste]

Right, so. There's not a lot of philosophy in this, but there's plenty of weed and also some sex. And, ok, fuck it, who am I kidding: you had me at shotgunning, and my week basically imploded into a porn frenzy from there

Fill: Says yes and I believe him, 2/7

[mirroriste]

“Mmm,” Charles says, picking up the pipe and radiating thoughtful consideration of the merits of smoking a third bowl vs the unfortunately hindering fact that he'll need to pack it first. “I can't focus as well when I'm drunk. Or, rather.” he taps ash into his hand, looks wistfully over his shoulder at the wastebasket by the bed, “It's unpleasant to focus when I'm drunk. I can't . . .” His brows draw together as he fumbles for a word to describe the problem, and a moment later Erik gets a sudden, crystalline, flash of what Charles is trying to tell him. Charles is perfectly capable of reading minds when he's drunk. What's much more difficult is not reading all of them. Opening his mind in a bar is like a blindfold and a throat full of water at the bottom of a river

Fill: Says yes and I believe him, 3/7

[mirroriste]

The request for permission is so incongruous with the casual way he stumbles in and out of Erik's mind on a regular basis that Erik nods out of simple curiosity. Charles' thoughts brush closer immediately with a sensation that's almost tactile. Erik is vividly reminded of the warm solidity of Charles' shoulder against his own on the narrow, hard bed in the club, and then the physical illusion melts under the warm, blissful flood of Charles' mind, stoned and secure and content under the haze of the drug

Fill: Says yes and I believe him, 4/7

[mirroriste]

Erik fumbles his hands against the lapels of Charles’ jacket and pulls when he finds purchase. Charles makes a muffled, delighted exclamation into his mouth and overbalances, catching himself on the arms of Erik’s chair and scattering unfortunate chess pieces with one knee. Erik lets the kiss break briefly for the sake of both their teeth while Charles slides the rest of the way across the table and kneels clumsily into the armchair around Erik’s legs. Erik pushes his knees apart to press Charles forward, and Charles rocks up, offering Erik his throat while he struggles out of his suit jacket

Fill: Says yes and I believe him, 5/7

[mirroriste]

Charles obliges him, cards his fingers up into Erik's hair and does something that feels like a car changing gears or a lens coming into focus on the inside of Erik's skull, and he can feel what Charles wants, layered just beneath what he feelsAnd what he wants is Erik’s mouth on his cock. The intensity of it sets Erik back on his heels. Someday, the directness of Charles’ intentions will stop surprising him, but it isn't going to be today. The fantasy is so clear that he realizes immediately that it isn’t new, isn’t something that just occurred to Charles moments ago. Erik feels his mouth water, half from wanting what Charles wants, and half from what he wants himself. Charles’ fingers pull suddenly tight in his hair, and the certainty of the connection falters

Fill: Says yes and I believe him, 6/7

[mirroriste]

Erik catches some of it in the back of his throat, but gets the rest as a messy mouthful while he fights not to choke. Charles shakes through an aftershock, and his mind goes somewhere that Erik can't begin to follow. He shudders against the strange confinement of his own, solitary body, disoriented and turned on

Re: Fill: Says yes and I believe him, 6/7

[jukeboxhound]

Erik squeezes him, because his hands think it's a good idea, then tries to concentrate harder on Charles' half of their little stoned mutant sex symphony.

I did, quite literally, choke on my cereal when I started to giggle. But I forgive and love you forever for putting in shotgunning, why hello there kink mmmm.

(On a less psychedelic note, I absolutely love it when someone has a moment of seeing what a telepath's mind must look like.)

Re: Fill: Says yes and I believe him, 6/7

[mirroriste]

Sorry for the cereal!sporfle, but seriously: if you had both hands on James McAvoy, would you not feel morally compelled to squeeze him like a teddy bear? Mmmmmm. Sadly, I have no excuse for the rest of that sentence, but I'm happy that the shotgunning made up for it :D

Re: Fill: Says yes and I believe him, 6/7

[speccygeekgrrl]

Oh my god. Stoned sex is my favorite kink, stoned mutant sex symphonies are my new favorite thing EVER. This is fucking FANTASTIC. ♥ ♥ ♥

Re: Fill: Says yes and I believe him, 6/7

[mirroriste]

I'm dying a little inside over the fact that that line is jumping out at people, but! Mostly I'm glad it hit some kinks for you :D Thank you, bb.

Re: Fill: Says yes and I believe him, 6/7

[mirroriste]

This was utterly fabulous and hot and wonderful. ♥

Re: Fill: Says yes and I believe him, 6/7

[mirroriste]

Thank you most kindly!