They break apart unhurriedly, Charles swiping a thumb across his lower lip. His shirt is unbuttoned and crumpled beneath his arms, displaying rather more skin than Erik expected to see when he opened the study door.
“Come now, Erik,” Charles says, making slow work of buttoning his shirt. He seems disinclined toward embarrassment or nervous haste, but the reddening tips of his ears betray him. “In my place, wouldn’t you enjoy yourself?”
“I certainly enjoyed myself,” not-Charles interjects, giving Charles a lazy smirk; and now their expressions are mirror images of each other, twice as smug together as either would be alone.
“Yes, I rather enjoyed myself too,” Charles agrees, and oh, God, it’s more than Erik can take, the pair of them with their terrible puns and knowing smiles and shameless flirting. His initial flare of bewildered arousal at the sight of the two of them pressed together has cooled entirely, giving way to a dull headache.
The worst of it is, he almost wants to give in and play along: you seem to have yourself well in hand is on the tip of his tongue. He won’t say it. They’d be insufferable if he did.
“Telepath, darling.” Not-Charles taps his temple. “Love it. Give us another.”
“If you’re going to eavesdrop, don’t tease,” Charles says firmly, giving not-him a censuring look.
That gives Erik pause. “Did you just disagree with yourself?” They frown contemplatively, Charles’ fingers stilling over his shirt buttons. “If you’re the same person, shouldn’t that be impossible?”
“Well, technically,” Charles starts, and,
“I disagree with myself all the time,” not-Charles says over him, dismissive, and,
“It seems likely that we already have enough different experiences to be—” Charles stops, amused.
“Point taken,” they say.
“I’ll just leave you to yourself, then,” Erik says, wincing immediately. Damn it all, he wasn’t going to play along, he knew better.
“You’re welcome to play along as much as you like,” not-Charles says, pointedly putting a hand on Charles’ knee.
“What did I just tell you,” Charles says, exasperated, as Erik flees into the hallway.
I actually laughed at this…………….. oh dear :(
HAHAHAHAHAHAH OH GOD
OH MY GOD (pardon my french) BUT I THINK I ACTUALLY DIED AND CAME BACK TO LIFE AND DIED AGAIN ONLY TO HIT MY HEAD ON THE DESK FROM LAUGHING SO HARD TO DIE AGAIN.
Why does this make me laugh so much??
Best thing ever! Lo-CUTEST. Yay!
oh dear gods, this is adorable!! ^^
As a pun lover, this is amazing.
They should grab him to narrate their commercials.
lol, this is fantastic!
BRB, PUTTING THIS PICTURE ON A MASTERCARD FO’ REAL.
I want to get a credit card just so I can have this.
I would spend all my money using this card
AS YOUR REWARD FOR PUTTING UP WITH MY RESPOSTS, HERE’S SOME NEW KOALITY CONTENT.
OH MY GOD.