Story Title: In the Sauna
Rating: NC-17 for explicit sex.
Pairing: Charles Erik (or Xavier/Magneto
whichever you prefer. ;)
Fandom: Movieverse X-men. Could be set prior to both movies or post
Summary: After a fight with Erik, Charles goes to relax in the
sauna, but what happens when Erik finds him?
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A/N: In case you're still unsure, this story contains explicit sex
between two elderly males. Don't tell me I didn't warn you if you
read this and end up getting squicked. Others, enjoy!
"Why does it always have to be this way with you, Erik? Why mustyou
always argue when I am trying to converse?"
"After fifty years you should know me, Charles! Why even bother?I
know it was a mistake going here with you. I know, because you
haven't changed! And you never will, it seems. Still so
Sigh. "Why did you call me if you don't want to see me, Erik?"
Weary smile. "Well, why did you come? Still searching for hope?"
"I really can't see the point. Why not simply read my mind and erase
all "unsuitable" thoughts, as you call them? You have the power,
Charles. You could do it. You would probably do the world a favour.
We both know that I'm a threat to humanity!"
"I am not going to listen to anymore of this, Charles! I hope you
enjoy the suite. It cost me a pretty penny!"
Let's act like adults!"
"Don't wait up, old friend."
Charles leaned heavily against the dry, warm wooden wall of the
sauna, breathing the hot, humid air into his lungs. He began to wish
that he had never come here. Their meetings always ended up with an
argument, and by now he should know it. Charles would have liked to
give Erik the full blame, but he knew that it wasn't just Erik's
At least I'm reasonable, the telepathic mutant told himself. Erik,
on the other hand, has never been.
//But that's why you love him, isn't it?// Another voice said inside
his head. //You love him because he's all that which you could never
Charles sighed, wiping the sweat from his brow with a small, cotton
towel. He had gone to the sauna to get some peace and quiet and a
chance to collect his thoughts. This time at night nobody else would
come here, or at least that's what Charles believed. He would leave
tomorrow. Although Scott and Ororo were fully capable to run the
Xavier institute, his kids needed him more than Erik did. He
laughed. Erik, needing him? Erik Lehnsherr would *never* in his life
confess that he actually sometimes needed another person.
He would leave tomorrow. Erik wouldn't care. Or would he? Never
mind. Perhaps he had already gone himself.
Closing his eyes, Xavier pulled his hands over his face. The thought
of sleeping alone in that big suite Erik had rented was not
Charles jerked from surprise when the sauna door suddenly creaked
and opened a few inches. Then a familiar and slightly worried voice
called, "Charles? Are you in here?"
Erik. Of course. The Master of Magnetism didn't wait for a reply but
pushed the door open and entered, wearing nothing except a large
bath towel draped over his left arm. Charles didn't know whether to
laugh or cry. A part of him wanted Erik to go away, because he
really needed some time alone, while another part of him welcomed
his old friend's presence.
"What are you doing here, Erik? And how did you know I was here?" he
asked, trying not to betray any emotions in his voice.
Their eyes met. "I figured you had gone down here, Charles." Erik
smiled crookedly. "We used to live together, my friend. Don't you
think I know you by now? You always used to visit the sauna whenever
you were upset."
"I am not upset now."
Erik chuckled. "No? I may not be a telepath, but I can read you
anyway. It's past midnight, Charles. Would you go here if you
"I thought you left
" Charles murmured, not wanting to tell Erik
about his mood or his feelings.
"I did," the silver-haired man admitted casually. "But I came back."
"Why did you come back?"
Now Erik simply smiled and looked up at his old friend from where he
was standing, leaned against the wooden doorframe. "I am really
impressed. Did you get up there all by yourself, only using your
arms? Not bad."
Charles shrugged. "Well, with two legs unfit for use, at least I can
make sure to keep my upper body in shape. Yes, I got here by myself.
What did you think? Nobody's carried me up here."
Erik's expression grew softer, and he realized that his old friend
had still not quite gotten over his paralysis. "Charles," he
said, "aren't you afraid something might happen if you go here, all
by yourself at this hour? In the middle of the night, no one would
be here to help you."
The ghost of a smile found its way to Charles' lips. "Well, you
certainly weren't slow to find me. And considering your
undress, you were planning to accompany me."
"If you'll allow me. Can I come up?"
"Of course, Erik."
Erik nodded, smiling, and climbed up to where Charles was sitting,
spreading out his yellow bath towel over the wooden boards. Saunas
like these were always full of germs, and Erik had always been
concerned about his health. He leaned back, allowing his muscles to
relax in the heat, and stretched out his long legs before him. He
could notice Charles' eyes movie briefly over his naked form, and he
smiled inwardly, although he chose not to comment on it. As soon as
they were out of here, he'd take Charles back to their suite and
fuck him senseless. Erik normally didn't want to have his thoughts
read, but right now he actually wished that Charles knew about his
Charles reached for the blue, plastic scope and filled it with cold
water from a bucket standing on the lower bench. "Do you mind?" he
asked, knowing that Erik had never as fond of the sauna as he.
Erik shook his head. "Of course not."
Warm, humid steam spread from the hissing stones after the water hit
them, creating a dense, hot atmosphere around the two men. Erik
could feel beads of sweat pouring down his body. He would have to
wash his hair after this. Chuckling, he realised that Charles did
not share his problem.
"Why are you laughing?" Charles asked.
"We both need to shower after this."
"What is so funny about that?"
"I showered this morning."
Charles smiled as well. "Do you want me to wash your back? I can do
it, if you return the favour."
"I can wash more than your back, Charles," Erik said, keeping his
voice fairly neutral, although it was still impossible to miss the
sexual pun in his offer.
Charles shot his friend a knowing look. "Are you trying to seduce
me, Erik?" he asked in a business-like voice. If Erik wanted to play
games, so be it.
"Do I really have to try?"
With those words Erik closed the distance between them and pressed
his sweat-slick body against Charles', as he caught the telepath's
lips in a fierce kiss. Charles gave something that might have been a
squeak of protest to begin with, but his own passion quickly flared
to life within him, and he cupped Erik's face in his hands, kissing
his old friend back with renewed vigour.
Erik finally broke the kiss due to lack of air breathing was hard
enough in the hot, humid sauna and pulled back enough to beable to
look into Charles' eyes. The proof of his arousal was already
evident between his legs, and Charles could probably feel it too, as
Erik was sitting astride his thighs.
"I want to fuck you, Charles," he stated as simply as he could state
to himself that he was hungry or tired. Erik had always been
straightforward and was so still; he had never seen the point in
dancing around a topic forever and still didn't. Now he realized
that he couldn't wait until they got back to their suite. He would
have his old lover right here and right now, on the bunk of this
Charles simply smiled. Patience had never been one of Erik's
virtues. "I can see that you do, my dear Erik," he said, glancing
down at the erection which now lay squeezed in between their
bellies. "And I'm not opposed to the idea. As soon as we get into
"No, not the bed," Erik broke him off with a fixed look in his
eyes. "I want to take you here."
Charles' grey eyes widened from shock, and he wasn't sure what to do
or say. Sex in a sauna? It sounded unbelievable.
" he tried but was interrupted again.
"Yes, right here and now." Erik had lowered his voice into a
whisper, and he brought his mouth close to Charles' ear, taking his
earlobe between his lips and applying gentle, nibbling bites to it.
He heard Charles gasp heavily. The needy sound made him smile. After
nearly 50 years of exploring, he knew the other's erogenous
"I want to fuck you in here. What's so strange about that? It
hot enough, don't you think?"
"Erik, you have gone crazy
"I thought I already was?"
"We are in a sauna
a public sauna, at a 5-star hotel
Erik had lowered his mouth to Charles' neck and was now sucking on
the skin just above the telepath's throbbing aorta, clearly feeling
the rush of his blood underneath his lips and tongue.
"Nobody will come here at this hour."
"How c-an you
"Trust me, alright?"
Charles gave in, allowing Erik's passion to free his own. With a
groan he wrapped his arms around the neck of his lover, throwing his
head back and allowing Erik complete access to his throat. Erik's
damp, silver hair brushed against his cheek, as the other mutant's
sensuous mouth moved over his Adam's apple, causing Charles's breath
to hitch. His right hand tangled in Erik's thick curls while his
left one squeezed the handle of the plastic scope spasmodically
Erik briefly raised his head, a confident smile playing about his
lips. "I take that's a `yes'?"
Despite his lust, Charles still wanted to express what his rational
mind told him; making love in a public sauna was outrageous, not to
mention dangerous in more than one way. They were both nearing their
70th birthday, and though they were in an unusually good shape, this
heat was undoubtedly strenuous for their hearts.
Besides, there was one more thing. "Erik
" Charles said, swallowing
down the urge to assault the other man's already swollen lips. "We
can't we have no lubricant."
Charles half-expected Erik to rush out of the sauna to bring a
bottle of the needed substance (or something else they could use),
but indeed that would take away some of the erotic atmosphere, so he
didn't want that. Perhaps it was still better to wait until they got
back to their suite?
Although Erik did not at all react as Charles had expected. A
mischievous grin replaced the confident smile, and if not Erik's
mental shields had been up as they usually were Charles would
have tried to read his thoughts.
"Lubricant? Who said we don't have any? I brought some with me."
And like a magician, Erik suddenly produced a small bottle of water-
based lubricant, which he had apparently been hiding beneath his
fluffy towel when he entered. Charles was taken aback completely.
"You *planned* this?" he exclaimed, not sure whether to kiss Erik or
become mad at him for his presumption.
I merely predicted it," Erik replied over-casually and gave his
old friend a piercing stare. "So, are you still feeling up to it?"
Charles had to confess that he was, and his erection was a painful
proof of it. He could still back out, telling Erik about the sheer
stupidity of having illicit sex in a hotel sauna at their age, but
he didn't. His rational side cried out objections, but it was
already too far gone.
Erik's strong, slender hand wrapped around the telepath's throbbing
penis and began stroking it, possibly to make it even harder. Sweat
was pouring profusely down both their bodies by now, gathering as
small drops in their body hair. They both found the sight strangely
erotic. Charles looked forward to soaping and cleaning Erik's
beautiful, slim body almost as much as getting fucked by him.
Charles was slowly eased onto his back by the other man, who then
spread his legs and settled between them. He had no mattress under
him now, just a towel and under that, hard wooden boards. Erik could
see his clearly pained grimace and asked, "Charles? Are you in
I am just used to something softer
Erik turned around again, reached out his arm, and pulled his own
towel to him, folding it neatly and giving it the shape of a small
pillow. He didn't need it anyway, since they were both on Charles'
towel. Then he lifted his friend's head and placed the "pillow"
under it. The Master of Magnetism smiled softly.
"I hope this is better."
"Yes, thank you."
"Are you anxious?"
"A little, perhaps. This isn't like anything we have done before
"We don't have to, Charles. Not if you don't want to. We can still
go out, take a shower, and head back to our suite to do this in the
To Erik's surprise, Charles shook his head. "With this erection?" he
asked, gripping his stiff penis. "No, thank you; you started this,
so you had better finish it as well."
"It will be my pleasure!"
Erik lifted his lover's limp legs and hooked his ankles over his own
shoulders. The boards creaked slightly underneath them, but Erik
didn't believe that they risked collapsing. Neither of them was
heavy, after all. Bringing his hand down between Charles' legs, he
sought out the telepath's opening with his index finger. The muscle
closed automatically when he tried to probe, and then he remembered
The bottle felt hot in his hands when he picked it up, and the
contents were no doubt even hotter. While a few degrees above normal
could feel exciting, too much could be downright painful. So as not
to hurt Charles or himself, Erik held the little bottle a few
seconds in the bucket of cold water that Charles had thrown on the
stones. That should be enough to cool it off.
When he then squeezed some onto his palm, the liquid was still warm
but not overly so. Starting to prepare his lover, he gently massaged
in and around Charles' entrance before sliding two slick digits into
his tight channel. The sphincter flexed at first but gradually
relaxed when Erik slowly began thrusting his fingers in and out.
Apparently Charles had not done this in a while.
Charles' erection responded with twitchy movements when Erik found
his prostate and rubbed it through his rectal wall. The telepath
figured that that particular action would have made him sweat even
if they hadn't been in a hot sauna. Erik added a third finger to
help Charles' anus accommodate to the girth of his aroused member.
The lubricant mingled with clear drops of pre-come that was leaking
from the slit, when Erik smeared the substance over his own
erection. Some of it trickled down onto Charles' belly, leaving a
juicy patch on his creamy, white skin.
Erik assumed that they were both ready for action by now, so he
positioned himself to enter the telepath. Charles squirmed when he
felt the pressure against his opening, slight at first, but then
firmer. Feeling his lover slide inside him inch by inch, Charles
inhaled the hot, humid air, trying to make his body accustomed to
the feeling of being filled. It had been a while, so his flesh might
have some trouble remembering. His heart was pounding in his chest,
and he could feel the throbbing of his pulse not only in his groin
and ears, but in other places as well.
Watching his friend's hot, flushed face and listening to his
breaths, Erik decided to wait a few seconds before moving. It was
hard, because the urge to thrust mercilessly into the willing body
underneath his was huge. Sweat was pouring down his forehead and
cheeks and collecting in his eyebrows and lashes.
" Charles murmured, desperately wanting to feel his lover's
lips against his own. Erik had kissed him a few moments earlier, but
that kiss had been rough and fierce; now he wanted something more
loving and gentle. From experience, he knew that Erik could be both.
Erik slowly slid on top of his lover, taking the most of his weight
onto his own arms, as he wanted to avoid pressing Charles too hard
against the wooden boards they were lying on. He was now buried to
the hilt in the telepath's tight, gripping heat, and as he brushed
his lips lightly against Charles', he simultaneously pulled out a
few inches and thrust back in, causing Charles to gasp into his
"Alright?" Erik whispered.
" Charles sighed, tightening his hold on Erik's shoulders.
They started rocking together in a slow rhythm, their bodies
glistening with sweat. Erik fought hard not to make his thrusts too
rough and pound Charles against the board. This act was already sure
to cause aching muscles, and he really wanted to avoid causing his
friend bruises as well. If any of Xavier's students saw them, they
might believe that their precious mentor had been beaten.
After some time Erik struggled to get his hand in between Charles'
legs to stroke his friend to release, but that proved to be harder
than it seemed. Erik needed both arms to support his weight, and his
hand, being sticky with sweat, could not take a firm hold on the
telepath's equally slick penis.
Charles, noticing his friend's fumbling attempts, pushed Erik's hand
away, saying, "Never mind
You can do that later
Erik complied, wanting to concentrate on his own pleasure. He was
close to climaxing now and didn't try to hold back, since this act
was really starting to exhaust him. He also wondered what the
temperature was in the sauna. Over 60 degrees C, to be sure.
Charles, I'm going to
Charles understood, not only from his friend's words but also from
the way his body was behaving, his breathing, and lots of other
Erik's climax was relatively small but intense. Charles could feel
the gush of hot liquid splattering his insides, and when no more was
coming, Erik collapsed on top of him, panting heavily against his
shoulder. In bed, Erik's weight normally didn't cause him any
trouble, but now it became highly uncomfortable already after a
He nudged lightly at Erik's shoulders, and the other man pulled a
deep breath before slowly rising and simultaneously sliding out of
his lover. Charles felt a minor twinge of pain when the head of
Erik's cock passed through his stretched anus.
Erik wiped the sweat from his brow while he waited for his heart
rate and breathing to return to normal. He chuckled to himself. At
least neither of them had gotten a heart attack! Charles was looking
up at him, flushed and with a slightly dazed expression. Erik could
detect a weak sign of frustration on his face, though, probably due
to the fact that he had not climaxed. However, Erik was too weary to
help him now. Once they got back into their suite, Erik was going to
give him a long, leisurely blowjob. He knew that that was what
Charles liked best.
"Should be leave now, you think?" he asked hesitantly, feeling
slightly abashed. They were alone and certainly not watched, but
this was still a public place, and Erik had never tried anything
like this before.
" murmured Charles, who was now also struggling into a sitting
position. Erik briefly considered offering his help but then
remembered that Charles was always reluctant to accept it.
"I'm sorry you didn't come
" Erik murmured back, lowering his eyes.
Charles' absent orgasm made him feel like a selfish lover, despite
the fact that he had promised himself to return the favour later.
Charles smiled at him. "Don't worry about it, Erik, dear," he said
with the same kind of infinite patience that sometimes drove Erik
nuts. "I can't stand a minute more in here, anyway. I think we
should shower now."
I mean, would you like me to help you
down from here?"
Charles gave his friend a fairly neutral look. "I can manage," he
"I know you can, but I want to."
"Very well, then," the telepath sighed, too tired to argue. He
allowed Erik to wrap his thin but strong arms around his chest and
wrapped his own around Erik's neck. Slowly the pair descended from
the benches. Erik kept his firm hold on his friend until they were
safely out of the sauna, even though the other man had begun to feel
heavy in his arms.
I do wish you were made of metal!" Erik panted
while half-dragging, half-carrying the paralysed mutant toward the
"Or that I simply could walk. Wouldn't that be better?"
Erik grinned. "No
You are much more
manageable this way!"
"You are terrible
" Charles sighed, although his tone revealed that
he had not taken offence.
The shower room here was not designed for disabled persons, like
Charles' own bathroom home at the mansion. Unless they found him a
chair or something, he would have to sit on the floor while
showering, and the thought wasn't appealing.
"There is no chair, and I can't get my wheelchair wet," Charles
said, mildly annoyed.
"There certainly are some by the indoor swimming pool," Erik
replied. "Do you want me to get one?"
"Alright. Wait here."
He gently lowered Charles down onto the smooth, cool tile floor and
headed, still fully naked, for the swimming pool. He had not been
there to swim, although he had walked by earlier and therefore knew
about the chairs spread around it. There was a sign telling that
swimming in the pool was prohibited during the night, and Erik
assumed it was due to recycling of the water. He grabbed one of the
chairs they were all white and made of plastic and headed back
to the showers where he'd left his lover.
"Will this do?" he asked, presenting the chair to the telepath.
Charles nodded with a smile. "Certainly."
Placing the chair under one of the showers and then lifting Charles
into it, Erik turned on the water. The first spray that hit the
telepath's hot, flushed skin was cold, and Charles gave an
involuntary squeak. Erik laughed before stepping under the water as
"It will change," he promised, waiting for the cold spray to turn
lukewarm. Charles, now trembling, had begun to rub his arms and his
torso with his hands, obviously doing everything to wash the sweat
away as quickly as possible.
Erik recalled their earlier agreement. "Shall I wash your back?" he
"Thank you, but I am afraid I forgot to bring any soap, Charles
"No worry I did. May I?"
The silver-haired man opened a neat package containing a brand-new
bar of soap that smelled wonderfully. Charles couldn't help
smiling. "You really came here well equipped! Yes, please wash my
He leaned forward in the chair, offering Erik good access. Almost
instantly he could feel his lover's firm, slender, soapy hands
sliding along his shoulders and then further down his back, where
they started moving in small circles. Charles failed to hold back a
sigh of bliss. It had been long since anyone had touched him in a
tender, erotic fashion, and his body welcomed it. Perhaps he would
ask Erik to give him a backrub more often now?
Erik tried to prolong the act of washing Charles' well-toned back
muscles for as long as possible. The telepath's soft moans and sighs
were proofs of the fact that Charles was also enjoying it, so he
decided to take this one step further.
"Charles, my dear
would you like me to wash your front side as
"I could do that myself, Erik
" came the slightly hesitant reply.
"Of course. I only asked if you *wanted* me to."
Charles could sense, even without using his telepathy, that Erik
wanted to do more than just wash him, and the fact that they were in
a public place now as well was slightly unnerving. It was very
unlikely that anyone would come here at this hour, but still
Erik's slick hands slid past his shoulders and down toward his
chest, pinching his nipples on the way. Charles' breath caught in
his throat and his erection, which had faded on the way here,
started to revive again. Erik was rubbing his pectorals now in a
very provocative way, and there was no longer any question whether
this was supposed to arouse him. Charles had to admit that Erik had
been very successful in his task.
The other man's massaging hands had now reached his belly and
continued from there toward his lower abdomen. Charles's cock was
fully erect by now, angled up along his belly. Erik's hands briefly
brushed against it but did not remain there, despite Charles' needy
whimpers. The telepath now realized that Erik was avoiding his most
sensitive area on purpose.
Magneto chuckled, admiring the result of his ministrations
Charles' hard, pink erection, now covered with a thin coat of water.
The tip glistened with something else too, which could be nothing
but a tiny droplet of pre-come.
"Erik, will you ever quit teasing me?" Charles asked, slightly
reproachful. "Now look at this
Erik grinned to himself, sliding his wet hands over Charles'
ribcage. "Would you like me to take care of it?"
Charles wanted nothing more than feeling Erik's hands or
preferably his lips around his throbbing, hot cock, but he could
simply not ignore the fact that this was a public place. Somebody
*could* come, no matter how unlikely that was.
"Erik, I do, believe me, but maybe should finish here and head back
to our suite? If we are caught doing this here, they might charge us
An audible snort sounded from Erik. "The laws of the Homo Sapiens do
not apply to us!" he said. "Who cares? I have broken enough laws
during my life anyway. One more will not matter. Besides, we just
did it in the sauna. Can this be much worse?"
Charles sighed. Erik's previous criminal record certainly made this
seem like a pretty harmless pastime. Besides, if someone happened to
catch them red-handed in the act, he could always use his telepathic
powers to erase the memory of that particular person. It would not
be ethical, but it would be best for everyone involved.
"Alright, Erik, just do whatever you had in mind to do. It's not
like I can focus on anything but this anyway. Just make sure to be
"Just how quick it is, will depend *solely* on you," Erik replied
with a mischievous touch in his voice. He walked around Charles'
chair and knelt before the telepath's feet, stroking his own half-
hard penis on the way. Since Erik had come so recently, his elderly
body was not quite ready for a second round, although his mind
certainly was. He leaned in between the other man's legs, placing a
teasing lick on the head of Charles' shaft. The droplet of pre-come
tasted salty on his tongue.
"Oh, Erik! You *will* drive me mad!"
"I already have, old friend," Erik stated smugly, letting his
lover's jutting, erect cock slide from his lips to his left cheek.
" Charles agreed with a needy sigh. "And we both know why
"Didn't you want this done quickly?"
"No! I mean
yes, please take your time
Charles let his sentence trail off when he saw and felt Erik's soft,
skilled lips wrapping around his pounding cock and then the
sensation of being engulfed by the hot, wet cavern of Erik's mouth.
It almost felt like he would burst right there and then, and it took
all the willpower he had to stop it. He didn't want to finish yet.
Just the sight of Erik on his knees before him was so lovely that he
wanted to savour it.
As Erik's head started moving back and forth in a steady rhythm,
Charles slowly brought his hand down to lightly touch his lover's
hair. Erik disliked being controlled, but when he showed no signs of
disapproval, Charles let his hand pass over the other man's
beautiful now wet silver crown.
Erik felt Charles' touch but chose to ignore it. He used one hand to
knead and massage Charles' tight balls and his other one to fondle
his own growing erection. He was still only semi-hard, but with some
stimulation, he might come a second time.
He worked steadily with his tongue for another while, knowing
exactly what would bring Charles to climax. He could not take all of
his friend's shaft into his mouth but still enough to give the other
man exquisite pleasure. Erik was not normally inclined to pleasure
other men this way, but instead he liked sitting back and having
others do it for him. But Charles was different, of course, so Erik
was happy to do it.
As the warm water washed over their heated bodies and Erik's head
bobbed up and down over Charles' groin, the telepath felt he was
about to come. He very much wanted just to let go and spill in
Erik's mouth, but from experience he knew that he ought to warn his
I'm about to
" His hand tangled reflexively in the other
man's wet, silver hair, but he let go instantly when he noticed what
he was doing.
When Erik felt and heard that his lover was close, he drew away and
instead used his hand to add that little extra stimulation that was
required to bring Charles over the edge. Charles' whole body
spasmed, and a violent shiver racked his frame when he finally
climaxed, shooting his seed into the air. Some of it landed on
Erik's chest and even on his cheek, but the water quickly washed it
all away. Erik himself also climaxed a second time. It was only a
faint squirt and not very intense, but a pleasurable sensation
Slowly the telepath's shrinking member softened in Erik's grip. He
stopped pumping it when it had gone completely flaccid and then held
his semen-covered hand under the hot jets of water.
Well, at least the water washed away all traces of their release.
Was there any left in the sauna? Erik doubted it, since they had
been lying on a towel, after all, but one could never be sure.
Charles, whose body had stopped trembling now, made a weak attempt
to lift himself from the chair. Erik was spent, but he still saw it
as his duty to help his friend back to the dressing room. Charles
did not try to reject his help now but gratefully leaned against him
when Erik lifted him off the chair.
"Erik, that was wonderful
But I want to sleep now
" the weary
telepath murmured with his lips pressed to Erik's neck.
"And so you shall," Erik promised him. "But we must get dressed
Once back in the suite, Erik pushed Charles' wheelchair toward the
king-sized bed, which was beginning to look very inviting to him
too. Those big, soft pillows, smooth sheets, and
Charles in his
Neither of them bothered going into the bathroom to brush their
teeth, shave, or anything like that. That could be done in the
morning when they were more alert. Now sleep was all they needed.
Erik didn't even mind his wet hair.
"Goodnight, my dear Erik
" Charles whispered when they lay together
in bed, spooned against one another, their bodies and minds lax and
"It's almost morning
" the Master of Magnetism replied with a yawn.