It would be so easy. Effortless, even, and standing there in his overheated skin, head swimming, it was the most natural thing in the world for Charles to imagine: Robe dropped to the floor as his body followed the inertia of his mind, climbing across stiff sheets to press Erik into the mattress with his mouth and hips.
And Christ, Erik wanted it, felt that same inescapable pull even as he lay there, focus doggedly upon the same passage, the words a litany, a mantra against the man wrapped up in terrycloth across the room. Charles closed his eyes, unconsciously mouthed the first line of the paragraph, and then drew a weary hand over his face with a sigh. He ought to have had a wank in the shower; he was half-hard now, and tugged the fabric of his robe closer as he moved toward his own bed, careful to keep his back turned as he disrobed down to his pyjama pants and slid between the sheets.
For a long moment he lay silent, listening to the soft rhythm of Erik's breathing and scrape of his fingers over pages.
"It isn't the same, you know," he said, speaking to the far wall, and then turned to fix Erik in a baldly vulnerable look, damp curls a riot against his pillow. "That girl, and you."
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Date: 2014-01-08 04:14 am (UTC)And Christ, Erik wanted it, felt that same inescapable pull even as he lay there, focus doggedly upon the same passage, the words a litany, a mantra against the man wrapped up in terrycloth across the room. Charles closed his eyes, unconsciously mouthed the first line of the paragraph, and then drew a weary hand over his face with a sigh. He ought to have had a wank in the shower; he was half-hard now, and tugged the fabric of his robe closer as he moved toward his own bed, careful to keep his back turned as he disrobed down to his pyjama pants and slid between the sheets.
For a long moment he lay silent, listening to the soft rhythm of Erik's breathing and scrape of his fingers over pages.
"It isn't the same, you know," he said, speaking to the far wall, and then turned to fix Erik in a baldly vulnerable look, damp curls a riot against his pillow. "That girl, and you."