It's official: this shipping became part of ruining my life, along with my other shippings. I blame James and Michael for their adorable bromance in real life, and how amazing they are on playing young Charles and Erik so damn well XD

Anyway, I wanted to make a Cherik story, and this is it! This is only Chapter 1, but hopefully I'll post Chapter 2 soon. This is just going to be a two-shot, so I hope you guys would enjoy it! And forgive me if there's some spelling or grammar mistakes.

Disclaimer: If I am really in charge of X-men, Charles and Erik would be my first change before anything else lol

Was it possible to actually have a free day? A free day with no scheduling, no distractions, no incomings of headaches, and no stress growing at every second? It must be, because this felt like it was the first for Professor Charles Xavier, the same Xavier son continuing to live in his family mansion and plan on making it into a school for young mutants quite soon. But, just for today the idea didn't matter to him.

Anything that was important to him inside his mind were all placed aside. The only thing that mattered was what Charles was looking down at through one of the windows opened from blinds for him, a smile planted on his face while a single long white towel was perfectly wrapped around his waist: Erik Lehnsherr.

The mentioned man was, formerly, in the large cerulean pool, soaked in the water as he did laps around it for at least twenty times non-stop. By the time he was finished he pulled himself out of the water from the ledge than the stairs or ladder, his muscles glistening as the pool's dews started to drip down his skin while the sun shined a body halo over him as he smoothed his wonderful hair back and headed over to a lounge chair, claiming his dark-colored towel. The same time he was done drying his face was when Charles, done with his shower, unconsciously moved over to the window, hiding from Erik's sight as he gazed over the handsome German-Jewish hunk of a mutant. His eyes followed the small sway he had with his hips, being captured by the sight before landing over the strong legs heading back inside, the outlined arms that stretched over his head, and the tough torso he would love to lick the dews off from.

He had moments where he saw Erik so breath-takingly handsome, but hid his expressions or turned away quickly so the metal manipulator didn't notice. (Though, Charles expected that Raven knew due to the constant smirks she kept giving him, along with mischievous looks in her amber eyes every time she passed by him.) He knew he had a hard crush on the guy, much more than on any girl he had with the past. He thought Moira would be the one since she's so serious and beautiful, but then realized how hard he fell for Erik and just want him in his life. And he was grateful that Erik was still in his life after that incident in Cuba a year ago.

There were times he questioned why Erik never left after telling him that their minds think much differently between each other. He really did assume he will leave to fulfill his goal, no matter what. And yet, here he was instead of being an enemy outside his life. Charles was still on the goal of having the mansion being a school someday soon, but it'll take time. In the meanwhile, he'll continue praying his thanks to God for having Erik be around still – as well blessing him on being such a distracting sight, but is completely worth it.

Today was a great day as the mansion was vacantly quiet for now. Every one of his mutant children of teenagers were out, hanging out together – and essentially spending plenty of his money through it all, much to his minor annoyance. However, at the same time he was deeply grateful that the kids weren't here as he and Erik were the only ones in the mansion, so he was going to savor this moment while it lasted.

Allowing some jealousy to come as various amounts of dews traced down his skin the same way he wished to do with his fingers. Touching the tan, muscled flesh that was effected by his workouts, along with the pecs and abs he had with grace. When he saw Erik's hand go through his damp hair, he wished he could do the same, mainly when it was dry so he could just mess it up for fun while enjoying the sweet texture he naturally bared. Charles soon bit his lower lip and wrapped himself when Erik picked up a cold water bottle, drinking half of it and pouring the rest all over his head.

Charles bet Erik knew he was watching him; after he flipped his hair back, his shark teeth were shown in his sexy smirk before flinging his towel over his shoulder and headed back inside. Once he was out of his sight, Charles sighed and planted his back against the wall. He has never seen anything so amazing as the man he was still inside the mansion with. Oh, how he wished to have him as his love...

"Oh, what are you doing to me, Erik?" He whispered to himself when he felt heat growing in his groin while sliding down on the wall.

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Once he was done with his handjob and cleaned himself up, Charles went t0 his study, trying to distract himself with genetics books he left notes in before, but it was no used. He looked over these books a year ago, and they were unable to give him the satisfaction he needed to keep his mind away from the crush. That mutant has completely taken over his mind more than Charles's own power! Defeated, he sighed loudly before shutting the book and just faceplanted on the cover, groaning and blaming himself for falling in love with such a tough-to-handle, yet dedicated man of a mutant.

'Charles?' The said professor shot his head up, his eyes widen in surprise and his heart raced at the familiar voice in his head. Speaking of the mutant devil.

'Yes?' He then answered back seconds later, grateful to have it done in his head than from his own mouth as he was sure that he will stutter, and the guy wasn't even in the room with him.

'Am I disturbing, or can I come in?' the man asked, sounding curious.

Taking a deep breath, he straightened up and answered, 'Of course, old friend.'

The door handle turned, and Charles looked up to see his friend at the entrance. He had to hold back his disappointment when he saw that he was back in his signature clothing, but at least it was a sight he admired though, especially with the black turtleneck that Charles loved so much. Heck, he would admire Erik even if he was seriously in that drag outfit he imagined to show Angel.

"What is it, old friend?" Charles asked, surprised to hear himself be so calm again. "Have the children come back?"

Erik chuckled softly at that before entering the room. His arms crossed on his chest while the famous smirk was back. Charles held back a blush while letting his heart race once at the sight. Damn you, Erik.

"They went through battle, Charles. They're not children anymore," Erik elaborated, getting closer to him before leaning against the table by his hips.

Charles smiled softly, "I know that, but I still do see them that way."

Erik shook his head slightly, his smirk still on before. "Never changes with you, Charles. Anyway, no they're still out, spending on your money without a care in the world." He chuckled when Charles made a face at the idea before rolling his eyes, and relaxed himself again. "I was...I was just wondering... Um..."

Charles blinked at that. It was so rare to have him talk like that, or even start avoiding eye contact. It was a first, and it threw the telepath off. What was he thinking? Sure, he would read his mind, but he promised that he wouldn't unless he had permission to do so. He wasn't going to break that promise just because of his curiosity on Erik's odd actions. He blinked again when Erik started rubbing his neck, and after taking a breath looked back to him – was that a blush on his face?

The hell?

"Would you like a massage?" Erik then hesitated.

The...huh?

Charles felt his heart raced again, his eyes widen at the idea. A massage, from Erik? Never thought of that coming true. The idea of him having his large muscular hands on him brought heat to his groin, but he cleared his throat a little before he had the possibility to screw up his speech. Erik looked away from him again, looking a bit nervous while the small blush Charles saw grew a bit.

"And... What kind of massage...would it be?" He then questioned, pausing to gulp back his nervousness. Why was he acting like this? Erik is his best friend, and no doubt Erik saw him in that way. So, why be so nervous? He never acted like this to any woman before.

Wait.

'That's it! Just pretend he's some random woman. It should calm me down,' he thought to himself, and hopefully didn't project to Erik. Erik didn't seem to noticed as his eyes were looking at the other side of the room behind Charles while rubbing his neck again.

Charles soon started to change Erik's appearance in his head to a woman he saw a few days ago, buying pesto—

"A body massage," Erik answered, his eyes now direct to the ground.

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Fuck.

The image immediately went away the moment he heard the answer. A full body massage?! As in, his handsome hands capable to control all amounts of metal he could sense touching, rubbing, getting rid of knots ALL OVER HIM?! He couldn't hold back the blush on his face as he was getting red, more red than Erik right now. As well cursed himself to have his groin have more heat for a boner to be made. He was grateful one leg was over the other, hoping that it was hiding successfully.

Erik then loudly cleared his throat, getting Charles's attention with surprised eyes. "I mean if you want to, that is. You don't have to agree on it, if it's uncomfortable for you. I just thought it would help you...after..." 'Cuba,' Charles heard aloud in Erik's mind, and already he felt bad for the mutant.

It wasn't his fault for hitting him with that bullet.

He was just avoiding Moira's shots without thinking where each one would end up – until Charles got hit. His scream was enough to stop both of their actions while he placed a hand over where the bullet hit, breaking through his spine easily as he fell on the sand. It was completely excruciating and agonizing, but Charles didn't blame Erik for it. It was just an accident, but even when Erik pulled it out gently without messing him up further, and Hank after analyzing and going through the progress helped him on it Erik continued to judge that he was the blame for it.

Hank got Charles to walk, thanks to a serum he made without affecting his DNA to prevent on being paralyzed below the waist, but Charles had to go through physical therapy to be able to walk the same way he did before. His therapy was finished two months ago, and everyone was happy for him on accomplishing, but Charles still felt the guilt Erik was having inside every time the professor walked passed him. He told him many times that he was forgiven, but the smile Erik returned to him... Charles knew it was fake. He knew that Erik couldn't forgive himself for being so careless on his power.

Charles made a comforting smile before placing his hand on his knee. The action got Erik to jerk his head up a little before looking over to him, the surprised expression soon faded to seriousness with guilt in his blue-green eyes.

"I have told you many times, dear friend, that you are and always will be forgiven. You didn't mean to do it, and we all know it," Charles assured him with a gentle voice.

"I was so careless, and I ended up getting you hurt... Even after what I said from our last game before Cuba, how can you still forgive me so easily?" Erik then debated, his eyes narrowed slightly in confusion and a bit of annoyance. He knew he didn't deserved such kindness. Didn't deserved to have such a wonderful friend like Charles, and yet the telepath continued to open his arms and let him in without a second thought on it. He just didn't understand.

Charles soon got up, and walked over to the man, getting close to him by being across from him and placed his hands gently on his shoulders. The sympathy in his eyes stayed, along with his smile before he spoke again. "There's good in you, Erik. Not just pain and anger. And even though you say peace is no option, it comes to you eventually. I know you feel guilty about the bullet, but you didn't know. You didn't expect it to happen, no one did. I certainly didn't," he joked at the end, chuckling softly but it just made Erik lose eye contact with him by looking away.

The telepath sighed before having his thumb and index finger wrap around his chin, and turned his head to bring back the eye contact. "Erik, you are my friend. It's okay," Charles finished before letting go of his hard chin he wouldn't mind kissing—Oh great! Feelings are coming back again!

And now with that on the brain, he just realized how close he was to the guy; they were only a few inches apart, and yet it was enough to make Charles's heart pump loudly in his chest. He wondered if Erik could hear it now. He hoped not.

He then moved a step back before straightened up while failing to hold back his blush on his face, "The idea of the massage. I w-would love to have one. Been a while since I felt relaxed with planning on the school, taking care of the children, and the physical therapy." 'Damn stuttering!' he scolded himself in his head.

Erik raised an eyebrow before one side of his lips curled up. He then stood up straight as well before placing his arms at the sides.

"But, be honest with me, Erik: have you ever given a massage before?" Charles then asked, curious.

Erik nudged his head, "No, but I looked up some techniques on it, and I think I'll be able to do them. Just let me know if something's uncomfortable."

Charles nodded before smiling further. He trusted Erik, and even though he's not experienced Charles knew he won't hurt him. Guy's too guilty on the bullet to even do a little by mistake.

"Wear some black shorts, and meet me down by the pool in thirty minutes," Erik proposed, moving backwards towards the front door.

"Why near the pool?" Charles questioned, tilting his head in confusion.

"It's a beautiful day, Charles. You have to get out more often," Erik replied, half joking and half serious. Before leaving the room with a gentle close of the door, Erik gave him his signature smirk with a bit of a glint in his eye. Was manipulating body heat another mutation Erik bared? Cause it's working on Charles right now since he's feeling a little faint on it. Erik was definitely ruining him.

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His blue eyes were closed and a smile of appreciation was planted on his face as he felt a gentle wind come through the area along with the sun shining happily over him. He knew he saw such days like this one, but he never had the thought to actually appreciate a peaceful day. He was so concentrated on genetics, becoming a professor, the C.I.A., and the blockage in Cuba that he never felt so in peace in a day like this. He sighed after taking a breather, engulfing the sweet fresh air filling his lungs and be released again.

"I figured you would like it." Charles opened his eyes, and smiled at the mutant while blushing softly at the sight. Charles knew that he was in black shorts himself, but he never expected to see Erik in loose Bermuda shorts. Only in loose Bermuda shorts.

Then again, he never even thought Erik would own such a pair. And even make him sexier like this; with just the shorts, and his bare muscular chest being shown, along with his tan body getting a halo again Charles had to hold back to urge to just tackle him down, and kiss him so hard and long Erik would pass out with puffed moisten lips. That's a sight he would love to see and go through with him..., but no. This is not a time for such childish actions, it's about getting a massage as they enjoy the peaceful day.

"It's quite wonderful, Erik," Charles said, looking up at the clear blue sky. "I don't even remember the last time I would enjoy a day such as this."

He then looked back at him, but then tilted his head due to the strange expression he had on his face.

"Erik?" He asked, getting Erik's out of his trance(?), and had him clear his throat while avoiding eye contact with him. The blush came back on his face, and already Charles thought it was such an adorable sight. This alone was enough to have Charles a great day with that look attached in his head.

"You alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," Erik replied quickly, still avoiding eye contact before heading over to a massage table, set up just for Charles, right next to a small table containing small bottles of liquids Charles didn't recognized, ready to be used. Charles really can't wait for it!

"Come here." He didn't need to be told twice. He had to hold back a large smile, even though his smile was decent enough right now, along with a shiver at a quick image of how the touch would feel like all over his half naked body as he walked over to them.

"How would you want me...on the table?" He added quickly at the end with his blush growing slightly. 'Fuck my life!' He complained in embarrassment.

Erik didn't seem to notice, and just patted on the table. "Lay on your stomach. Let me do your back first," Erik insisted, and Charles nodded before complying. With his face in the hole added on the table, Charles relaxed himself on the table while the sun's rays warmed his back nicely. He hoped it wouldn't be too much of a problem; the professor can't tan, only burn.

A sudden gasp and a sharp shiver soon came to him at the cold touch in the middle of his back. A chuckle from Erik was made, "Relax. It's aromatherapy massage oil."

"It's so cooold," Charles playfully whined with a chuckle himself.

"Don't worry about it. The cold will fade," Erik assured, and Charles can hear the sexy smirk with it. He shivered again, just a little this time, as he felt Erik's large hands slowly rubbed the oil all over his back, along with his arms and neck. He bit the inside of his lower lip at the feel of his hands on his neck.

'Didn't even started, and already I'm melting,' Charles thought.

'You don't say?' Erik answered back, sounding interested and cocky. 'Was this a way for you to get release, Charles?' Erik teased. 'Just imagine your future students, or even the 'children', hearing about this.'

With his arms, Charles propped himself up before glaring at Erik over his shoulder – who was currently laughing at the inclusion of a large red blush on his face.

"Very funny, Erik," He rebuked.

"You thought it, not me." Erik then turned his head to have him back in his original position, not caring how some of the oil was now on Charles's hair. Charles was still mad, and embarrassed by this, but once Erik's hands returned to his neck, this time rubbing and squeezing slightly to begin the massage, the anger immediately faded.

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Luckily there were a few large clouds around to cover the sun most of the time. Charles was pretty sure that he would be burning during that time, but he wouldn't even care. The professor was more on Cloud 9 than being concerned about himself and the surroundings. Just him, and Erik's gentle hands.

It was close to an hour, and Erik was doing a wonderful job at giving him this massage. He got the knots out of areas Charles knew and didn't knew he had, improve the blood circulation he felt within his body, his muscles now relaxed from head to toe, and not a single thing in his mind could get his attention so easily. It was like he was drunk again, except the effects later are going to be worth it and it was all done by Erik instead of a drink he constantly paid for.

"Mmm... Ahh," Charles voiced without a care on how Erik was massaging on his calves, having him shiver slightly at the action.

"Relax, Charles," Erik said, noticing the shiver with a smirk.

"Can't help it. You're so good," Charles stated, his eyes still closed as he enjoyed just the touch.

"Really?" Erik sounded surprise at the confession. "You don't need to lie to me, Charles."

"I can't even move my body to look at you, Erik. It's sooo goooood," Charles told him, his voice letting out further with a wide smile on his face. It was silent before Erik soon finished his calves, and moved back a step. He chuckled when he heard a soft whine from the professor.

"Don't whine," Erik let out over his chuckle. "I did say body massage, not back. Turn yourself over."

"I can't. You numbed me too good," Charles moaned out. The metal mutant rolled his eyes before shaking his head, "Oh Charles..."

He flipped him over, but soon caught him before the telepath could hit the ground. The sight, however, was very unexpected. Along with the closed eyes and wide smile was a blush planted across his face, making it look happily drunk; something he has never seen before when they were drinking. He properly placed Charles back on the table, and a sigh escaped from his mouth that was slightly agape. Wow... What a sight.

Charles was so out of it that he failed to notice what was happening next after he was flipped until his eyelids fluttered slightly before letting a bit of sight be made – the eyes were immediately shot open, and the blush grew further to the tips of his ears when blue-green eyes were right in front of him.

An inch closer, and their lips would be in contact.

Why was he so close, he didn't know other than noticing a few flecks of gold in his amazing eyes, both calm and blank on revealing any expressions of emotions. What was he thinking? What was the purpose of doing this? And why his eyes moved downwards a few times...to his lips? He was sure he was going to faint even if Erik just moved unconsciously further.

Sadly, the closeness drifted apart as Erik moved back to stand up properly, his eyes still in contact with Charles's. Just below his sight was another bottle of scented oil, being uncapped after getting picked up. Charles breathed deeply once Erik broke the eye contact to pour the suitable amount on one of his hands before placing the bottle aside on the ground, and rubbed his hands together.

'Oh crap,' he thought to himself as he felt his heart started pumping fast. It was wonderful when Erik massaged his back, but how was he going to handle himself when he touches his front body. He then took a silent breath once Erik placed his hands on his legs, rubbing on it the same way he did to his back. The gentleness made him let out the air as a sigh, and closed his eyes once more. Now, he was going bottom to top than the other way around. Oh, boy...

By the time Erik got to his neck, Charles was on Cloud 9 again with a goofy smile on his face, and the occasional moans came out of his agape red lips. Erik was blushing softly again at the sight and sounds alone, and did his best to concentrate on just massaging his neck than being distracted by his lips.

"Mmm...!" Charles let out, having Erik pause for half a second before returning to release the tension. "So good," he whispered before bringing his head back to give Erik more access. Mentally thanking him, Erik carefully had his thumbs rub against the Adam's apple, getting another soft sigh out of him.

To be honest, Erik never even expected Charles to actually agree on the idea of a full body massage. It was, honestly, the only way for him to get the chance to touch him all over, while also admiring how handsomely stunning he is. When he first saw the professor with the black shorts, it amazed him how he didn't get an instant boner the moment he saw it.

His skin was a warm shade of pale as a canvas that he would gladly add marks upon it; his figure is athletic but doesn't have much muscles in comparison to his own body (rarely spends time at the gym, but keeps his health strong); his brunette hair styled naturally that makes Erik want to mess it up while massaging his head a little; those lips, those red cherry lips that couldn't get any more red, were just in front of him, and he had to hold back his urges every time he wanted to molest them until they were letting out huffs of breath while being glazed by saliva; and those eyes... How was it possible for him to born with such breath-taking sapphires for his irises? So large and so hypnotizing those eyes are enough to control him more than his mind. Able to show so much emotions, and back at the beach... When they were glazed over by his saltwater tears, even though they were more beautiful it was a sight he hoped to see again for a positive reason this time.

Charles Xavier will forever be the most beautiful man he has ever met.

He wished he could massage him further, but he was done the moment he was just wasting time rubbing on the sides of his neck when the tension is already gone.

"Hmm..." Charles voiced softly, having Erik raise an eyebrow.

"What is it?" He questioned.

He got nothing but silence and a calming smile placed on Charles's relaxed face. It wasn't long before he whispered, "You made my day so wonderful, Erik."

Erik blushed softly at the confession before having it gone away, and had a cocky look take its place.

"Well, I'm glad you liked the massage, Charles," Erik thanked, but blinked at the soft chuckle made at the back of Charles's throat with a slight shaking of his head.

"It's not just the massage," Charles started. "I'll admit...that this was absolutely splendid...but just you in general made my day just wonderful. You always do." His smile grew on his relaxed face, "I never felt so happy to have you in my life."

The rubbing ended, and soon the hands were pulled back. Charles made a whine before his eyes fluttered again to look up at the masseur. He then blinked himself, twice, at the sight of Erik's eyes widen and a large blush resting across his face.

"You... You mean it?" He stuttered, and just by that Charles was out of his Cloud 9 trance, and an immediate blush covered his face as a bright tomato while his own eyes widen.

Oh, fuck.

Charles opened his mouth, then closed it three times, but just couldn't think of an excuse of what he just said. He just essentially confessed to his crush.

Oh, fuck!

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"Charles?" The said professor was now the one avoiding eye contact, his heart now pounding up a storm and hurting his chest right now. But that didn't matter: if he was still in the trance, who knows what would happen if Charles confessed that he loves him?! He would die!

He blinked twice then sighed, the stress starting to calm back to him. What was he doing? He was acting like a schoolgirl in high school, horrified to realized that she confessed to her crush in private. For goodness sake, he was a grown man! A strong-minded mutant, who went through battle and survived much pain mentally (Shaw's death) and physically (the punch he got after tackling Erik; the bullet Erik accidentally have broken through his skin to his spine). He should be a grown adult and handle himself better...but...he didn't even remember the last time he ever felt like this.

"Charles." He ignored it, not wanting to look in those eyes that would hypnotize him into his control more than all the metal pinning him from all actions.

He winced slightly, but was unnoticeable as the index finger and thumb curled under his chin, and gently turned his head. His eyes were closed when it happened, and by the time they were opened he was, sadly, under Erik's control.

Keeping eye contact, Erik sat down on the table while his eyes showed curiosity. "Please..." He whispered, "Are you serious? Are you really grateful to have me in your life? Even after everything I have done and said to you?"

The tension he had slowly faded once he spoke. He could hear doubt in his serious and curious voice – and just by that it was enough to show him. Two of his fingers were placed at the side of Erik's forehead the same time Erik removed his fingers from his chin.

"You promised you— "Erik started.

"I'm not reading your mind," Charles interrupted in a gentle voice, and immediately emotions and memories were engulfed and pushed into Erik's mind to see for himself.

Soon, Erik saw them all.

When Charles dived in the water, and saved Erik while confessing he wasn't alone.

The traveling to find mutants... "Why am I in a drag outfit?" He questioned, narrowing his eyes at him.

Charles didn't answer, but was failing to hold back a snicker at that memory.

The training on moving the satellite dish...

"Rage and serenity..."

"There is so much more about you than you know. Not just pain and anger. There is good, too. I felt it..."

...The chess game, discussing on Shaw. Killing him was something he was grateful to do, but not when Charles was still connected with him. Erik was about to get the guilt back in him... until every emotion from the memories were brought out to him.

Happiness.

Gratefulness.

Friendship...

Annoyance.

Pain...

Worry...

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Love.

The beach in Cuba... "Charles..." Erik whispered.

The man said nothing, but continued projecting. Erik felt it: the agony he had caused on Charles with the bullet... and a strong sense of love when Charles was touched, the bullet was removed, and he was placed on Erik's lap while wincing at the pain.

Love that Erik has caused.

And has gotten stronger when Erik chose to stay with him...

"Charles," he whispered again, breathlessly shock by this, before Charles traced his fingers down, and grasped his cheek. It was now than never: without a second thought, Charles leaned forward and had his lips pressed against Erik's.

Erik's eyes widen at the sudden action, but he had no longer moment of hesitation as he wrapped his arms around Charles's waist, and moved forward to have Charles on his back with Erik over him again, despite that he was currently standing now. Both of Charles's hands grasped his cheeks as they kissed, their lips moving in sync as if they were two missing pieces now a perfect match.

Yeah, that's what they were: two opposites made to be a perfect match to each other.

Erik was surprised that the red lips Charles bared was natural instead of being covered by red chap stick. He was a little bit hopeful that it would cherry-flavored, too, but that didn't matter for long. Just Charles's natural taste, along with a small aftertaste of mint toothpaste he used this morning was enough to give him satisfaction, and made him nowhere near or far on pulling back anytime soon.

This was even better than what Charles hoped for. Sure, he may have imagined a make-out session in his head before heading outside to the pool, but he never expected to actually happen on top of the table right after the massage was over. Right now, Charles believed Erik was practically the ruler of releasing stress and tension; first his hands, now his lips? These sweet, succulent lips that Charles wanted more of? Oh, yes, yes he is.

Erik is just wonderful: from his mutation, to his appearance, to his determination, to his smile, to his care, to his eyes, to his hands and lips... He needed more. He needed Erik desperately. He could feel his groin getting the heat back, and he allowed it. No holding back this time.

'Please, Erik. More... I need you. Please, give me more!' He begged to the mutant.

Erik answered the message almost instantly, because while still kissing Charles let out a small squeal from his throat when he found himself being lifted from the table. His legs immediately wrapped around Erik's legs before the walker moved away from the table.

Charles then pulled back, breathless as soft puffs came out while lust and love were glowing in his eyes. In Erik's view, when he looked up, a small halo was wrapped around Charles's head like he was the angel sent from his mother to give him the peace he never thought of having after everything.

"How did I get so lucky to have you in my life?" Erik then confessed, looking at him with love as well.

A blush appeared at Charles's cheeks while a small smile came along, "I was able to get you out of the water, that's how."

Erik chuckled before giving a quick kiss to him. "Where to?" He then whispered near his lips.

"My room," Charles answered. "As beautiful as it is out here, I don't want to get burn by the sun."

"Okay," Erik agreed, smirking at him before heading over to the table. "But first..." He bent his knees so he reached over to grab an untouched bottle of scented oil before passing it to Charles to hold. While Erik headed to the entrance, Charles looked over the label of the oil – and immediately blushed brightly at the first words he saw on it.

Don't Stop