𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐤 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Staying Over

Author: Groot_the_tree
Summary:
Erik was putting more and more pressure on Charles to let Erik come to his place. For them to stay the night, sleep next together, and wake up in each other's arms. Charles had to admit, it sounded lovely, something he would love. However, there was only one problem keeping him from agreeing.

"Shit."
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Charles and Erik have been dating for months but never stay the night together. Charles has secrets, Erik just wants to wake up to his partner, no matter what that may look like.

Source: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48119950
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Charles was terrified.

For the first time in his life, he had a solid relationship. Not that it was unusual for him to be in love, date, or sleep around. But it was utterly unheard of for one of those relationships to reach the five-month anniversary—something most people might not count, but Charles was. He'd really been counting since the third month, if he was being honest. That was where the record began.

Not only was that in itself scary to think about, but adding to that was the increasing pressure from his boyfriend for them to sleep over at each other's place.

Up until this point, Charles would go to Erik's place, they'd spend a couple of hours together, have dinner, and play a game of chess. They'd eventually end up in Erik's bed and, after fucking and a brief cuddle, Charles was pulling on his clothes to leave again.

Now though, Erik was putting more and more pressure on Charles to let Erik come to his place. For them to stay the night, sleep next together, and wake up in each other's arms. Charles had to admit, it sounded lovely, something he would love. However, there was only one problem keeping him from agreeing.

"Shit," Charles almost yelled, rolling onto his side from his back, clutching at the covers on his bed, face screwed up in pain.

Almost every morning started out the same. Charles would wake up, and start to get up only to fall back on the bed in pain. The burning shock would start at the base of his back and seem to radiate down his legs.

It was ironic, really. He couldn't feel his legs and somehow they still hurt. The least they could do, he thought, was not feel anything.

As the pain started to ease, again he moved and gasped out, rolling onto his stomach. It didn't help but it did get the weight off his back, even the touch of the bed was too much.

He clutched at the pillow his head was on, biting down on it to keep from screaming out. God knew how many times he had screamed and alerted the neighbors to his flat already.

It wasn't something he could really help, he knew, and yet he couldn't help being ashamed and embarrassed when the pain started. There were times it was almost impossible to stay quiet, to keep still and not move around on the bed or in his chair, anything that could potentially help the radiating pain.

Charles ended up back on his side, his arm hooked under his legs, pulling them up so he was laying in the fetal position. A tear slipped down his cheek as he was finally able to take a breath and not scream or groan in pain. Only then did he slowly push himself up on the edge of the bed and make it into his wheelchair to start his day, already exhausted and drained.

So maybe he had a good reason for not wanting to spend the early morning with Erik. Or maybe he didn't.

It wasn't like he worried the man would judge him but it worried him. They'd already discovered Erik wasn't good with Charles being in pain. He wanted to do everything he could to take the pain away and felt useless if he couldn't. The idea of Erik feeling like that for—Charles checked the time—half an hour every morning before Charles could even get out of bed seemed rough for them both.