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TWITTER, WHAT ARE YOU DOING.
BUT SERIOUSLY.
CHARLES XAVIER YOU GUYS. I AM GETTING MY FEELINGS ABOUT HIM EVERYWHERE TODAY.
This is stemmed from rewatching First Class with
afrocurl and
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BUT SERIOUSLY.
CHARLES XAVIER YOU GUYS. I AM GETTING MY FEELINGS ABOUT HIM EVERYWHERE TODAY.
This is stemmed from rewatching First Class with
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"This is better, isn't it?" Charles says.
"Mmphn," Erik says.
Okay. So maybe he needs more work taking what he wants in this case.
He watches Charles stretch in the sun, pretending to stare at his book but raising his eyes just enough to follow the line of Charles' back and see the water droplets rushing across his skin as he shakes his hair dry. There is water beaded in his eyelashes. It's obscene.
And then he crosses to where Erik is sitting and lies on his stomach on a lounge chair, just a few feet out of Erik's reach, and that is the new definition of obscene.
"I'm just going to lie here a moment," Charles murmurs. "Wake me if I start to burn?"
Erik makes a noise that he hopes sounds vague and affirmative and not like he would very much like to climb on top of Charles and cup his ass through his wet shorts.
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Okay, it's my self-imposed bedtime which is actually an hour ago. But Remind me and I'll come back to this tomorrow night.
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Please do continue!