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browngirlTitles: Eureka & Multitasking
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Rating: R
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Summary: Hank shares an idea with Charles, while Erik watches Charles multitask.
Content Advisory: Sex, telepathy, science alluded to.
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Disclaimer: This fanwork has been created for pleasure only and not for profit.
The scrawled numbers dance before Hank's eyes, with excitement and because it's past midnight. After one more calculations check Hank dashes from his room, through the gray corridors to Professor Xavier's quarters. He's a scientist, he'll understand.
"Professor?" Hank calls as he knocks; Xavier murmurs sleepily and Hank winces with second thoughts. Stlll, the door opens and Xavier appears, rumpled but alert, smiling invitingly.
"I was thinking about Cerebro," Hank begins, describing his observations of an actual telepath using the device, ideas for improving its range and ways to dampen feedback. He displays his calculations, or tries to, but Xavier watches Hank's face, seeming more interested in listening until Hank's cheeks warm and his smile bashfully widens.
Still, something seems off as Xavier nods, slaps Hank's shoulder and wishes him good night. Hank turns to return to his room, then realizes that both times the door opened the air didn't displace at all.
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The longer he must wait, the tighter Erik closes his teeth on Charles's ear, until Charles growls deliciously and bangs his heel into Erik's calf. Erik chuckles, letting go to push his chin forward, licking Charles's fingertips where they dent his temple. Charles hisses and kicks harder, but the movement shifts him searingly around Erik so they both gasp.
Distracting, Charles thinks, knuckles tightening on the sheet, and Erik presses bared teeth to Charles's cheek as Charles trembles beneath him, into him. At long-awaited last Charles slumps panting, forehead on the mattress. He's gone, he tells Erik as McCoy ambles away. God, I thought he'd talk all night. His ideas are intriguing, but --
"But nothing," Erik grumbles over Charles's nape and curls his tongue there, tasting warm skin, prompting another gorgeous shudder. Now may we?
Yes, Charles thinks. "Move," he orders, with a lilting groan of relief as Erik obeys.
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Rating: R
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Summary: Hank shares an idea with Charles, while Erik watches Charles multitask.
Content Advisory: Sex, telepathy, science alluded to.
Acknowledgements: Written for
firstclass100Disclaimer: This fanwork has been created for pleasure only and not for profit.
The scrawled numbers dance before Hank's eyes, with excitement and because it's past midnight. After one more calculations check Hank dashes from his room, through the gray corridors to Professor Xavier's quarters. He's a scientist, he'll understand.
"Professor?" Hank calls as he knocks; Xavier murmurs sleepily and Hank winces with second thoughts. Stlll, the door opens and Xavier appears, rumpled but alert, smiling invitingly.
"I was thinking about Cerebro," Hank begins, describing his observations of an actual telepath using the device, ideas for improving its range and ways to dampen feedback. He displays his calculations, or tries to, but Xavier watches Hank's face, seeming more interested in listening until Hank's cheeks warm and his smile bashfully widens.
Still, something seems off as Xavier nods, slaps Hank's shoulder and wishes him good night. Hank turns to return to his room, then realizes that both times the door opened the air didn't displace at all.
The longer he must wait, the tighter Erik closes his teeth on Charles's ear, until Charles growls deliciously and bangs his heel into Erik's calf. Erik chuckles, letting go to push his chin forward, licking Charles's fingertips where they dent his temple. Charles hisses and kicks harder, but the movement shifts him searingly around Erik so they both gasp.
Distracting, Charles thinks, knuckles tightening on the sheet, and Erik presses bared teeth to Charles's cheek as Charles trembles beneath him, into him. At long-awaited last Charles slumps panting, forehead on the mattress. He's gone, he tells Erik as McCoy ambles away. God, I thought he'd talk all night. His ideas are intriguing, but --
"But nothing," Erik grumbles over Charles's nape and curls his tongue there, tasting warm skin, prompting another gorgeous shudder. Now may we?
Yes, Charles thinks. "Move," he orders, with a lilting groan of relief as Erik obeys.
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Date: 2011-09-17 02:03 am (UTC)Ah, Hank.
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Date: 2011-09-17 02:09 am (UTC)*noms your icon*
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Date: 2011-09-13 02:10 am (UTC)Hee. Oh, Charles. This is terrific!
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Date: 2011-09-17 02:13 am (UTC)I am really enjoying FC100. :D
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