Random Oneshots Pt. 2 | [Requests Open!]

Charles x Edwin: {Eyes on Me} [M-ish]

POV: 3rd Person

  Charles is focused as he aimed for Venture, the character flying across his screen then crashing down into the floor, running away. He yells into his mic for someone to get them before it's too late - they're so close! The payload! It's five metres away from beating the other team, and they're close to sweeping the competitive match.

  "Alex, get them!" The screen turns into slo-mo, and a blue screen is in front of him. He cheers, and thank people for their bits and subs. He's smiling, even as no one could see him. Charles had usually had his camera on, but today, he didn't want to. Feeling like it would be too much work to put on his guy-liner and really get dressed in his room. Sitting in his pyjamas, he called for another round.

  Three rounds ago, he had said he would end stream, but as donations came in, and he kept winning, he couldn't find it in him to stop. He almost, in the midst of the 1v1 with an obnoxious Lucio, missed how the door behind him creaked open, and a presence was suddenly there.

  From behind him, in the small room they had, he could almost feel the mattress dip down as a person sat on it. Soft, pale, slender hands tugging at the hems of his t-shirt, and he almost had half a mind to stop the gameplay and let the now Sombra back-up kill him. The boy behind him was no doubt Edwin, who stayed silent.

  He had told the boy that he could come into the room if he had pleased today because Charles wasn't going to have his camera on, and while Edwin could check it himself on the Twitch app that he barely used unless it was to watch Charles and monitor for a little bit, he wanted to tell Edwin himself.

  Charles had avoided looking back, because he knew that whatever he'd be seeing, would pull him right out of the stream. And while he was going to, he was not going to lose to Edwin's lure. Which, even as his mind was set on it, how could he not look back for Edwin? If Edwin was in the same room, he was going to have to look at him at least three times.

  So, he looks back.

  Mistake.

  The biggest mistake he had made that night, and that was a statement considering how many mistakes he had made in the game and died in stupid ways.

  Edwin was wearing his muted teal, knitted jumper that Charles had got for him, that was slightly too big, but still Edwin wore it. Without a shirt underneath - so it slipped off his other shoulder, and the fair, soft, unmarked skin taunted at him. Collarbone out just for Charles, and he was wearing off-white shorts that were covered by the jumper.

  Those sweater paws.

  Charles was going to die.

  "Don't start." He turns back to his mic before muting it and turning back to his beloved boyfriend, who bats his eyelashes at him as if he wasn't being the most dangerous being in the entire world. Charles grabs at his waist and hoists him up with a power he didn't even know he possessed, and places him right on his lap. He earns a gasp.

  Cupping his face, Edwin leans in, and their lips meet, straddling Charles' legs. "Charles. I had wished this wouldn't be the route I would've to take to gain your attention." It was a little rough when Charles had pushed him against the desk - though, thankfully not enough to hurt him, though it did earn him a yelp that sounded rather delicious.

  Pushing the boy back further - and rightfully not caring about how his elbow definitely slammed down on the keyboard, he bent down to kiss him. "Are you complaining, mate?" The title gave him a weak slap to the shoulder.

  "Charles, if I had complained, you would be across the room." Charles chuckles into his mouth and kisses down his jaw, mindful to not bite as Edwin had never liked having them anywhere visible even if Charles had badly wanted to take the soft skin into his mouth.

  He had only realized that he was hard when he felt Edwin grind down against him with a needy gasp. Charles should've watched for the screen, but all he could look at was Edwin. Pushing up the back of his knees, he rested them on his shoulders, pushing even closer against the desk and the man in front of him. "Charles - your stuff." He looks back at the screen, and it's on the verge of collapsing. 

  "You're acting like we haven't done this before."

  "Yes, but not like this."

  Which was true, if anything, Charles had only ever semi-leaned him onto the desk at most times. And while Edwin would rather not have a stream go on sometimes while he warmed Charles, he did it anyway because he'd like to be close to the male while he read.

  Their fans knew that Charles was taken, but of course, he was definitely private about who it was. Once, Charles does end up looking at the screen that was now on a whole different window. He rushed at his mouse and unplugged his mic, making sure nothing more picked up as his eyes flitted to another monitor. "F*ck."

  "Charles? What is it?"

  Charles can't even bring himself to say it lest he gets scolded - this is for another day!

  He shuts off his LIVE, leaving Edwin utterly confused until he caught on a week later.

  "Charles Rowland!"

  He had never been more afraid for his life, the second the man had burst through the doors of their flat.

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Author's note: Yeah