Cherik One Shots

Bros

Summary: just bros being bros doing bro things (but not really)

Warnings: fingering, first time, begging, bottom charles, top erik, metal restraint, pwp, angsty smuty

Word Count: 2275

P.S. I also post on ao3, same username, and I am a veteran author so I'm slowly getting back into writing because I miss it dearly (my previous account was deleted almost 5 years ago, and I never backed up my writing because I never thought I would have to... welp, time to start anew. I hope you enjoy :) )

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"Y'know how girls do their... girly talks," Charles began, moving a pawn mindlessly. After a grunt from Erik, he continued, "I was merely curious, why don't us, y'know, guys do that."

Erik looked up at him through his lashes, making his next move as he questioned, "I'm not quite sure I understand."

"Well," Charles shifted, "I overhear quite often that girls talk to each other about more... how do I put this-"

"Private things?"

"Yes!" Charles beamed, then judging Erik's amusement lowered his grin to a firm, flat line. "I mean, yeah, whatever. I just mean that why don't guys in general confide in each other with that kind of... information. It's not like we have anyone else to talk to about stuff... of that sort."

Following another simple move— they've played this exact game within the last few hours, but neither paid much care— Erik said simply, "Why don't we."

"Pardon." Charles coughed and stared at a unfazed Erik, who gave him a pointed 'you heard what I said' look. "Well, uh. Are you sure? I mean, maybe there's a reason-"

"Charles." Thats shut him up. "If you wanted to know, you would've done your research," he drummed two fingers to his temple and sat back in the chair, "but you don't like how easy that is. So, why don't we?"

The professor stared absentmindedly at the now abandoned chessboard as he admitted, "I've always wondered why some men, in particular, like— for example— fingers in their... rear end."

After a painstakingly long pause, and a heavily considered erasing-the-last-2-minutes-from-Erik's-mind, Erik slowly responded, "We'll, erm, I can only assume that it can provide a similar effect that, er, causes a woman's pleasure."

Charles would have sighed in relief that he didn't call him some type of slur and stormed out, exclaiming it to the world that the Professor was 'weird,' but rather he sighed in defeat. "Well, I'd already assumed that much, and there really isn't anyone that I've come across that takes part of such an act. The closest was two veterans who were best mates in the war, and they... experimented, so to say. But, I didn't prod too much simply because it seemed awfully painful from the memory...They called themselves 'Bros'. Very kind gentlemen."

There was another long pause before Charles couldn't help but fill it, "I hope you understand I don't expect you to say anything-"

"I knew this couple," Erik interjected, "I was young, sure, but not a fool. The two men would always be by each other, no matter what their duties were. I remember the two of them being overly... touchy. Last time I saw them, they were in an argument of sorts with the boss." He looked up at Charles, who finally caught his eye, "That was the last time I saw them. I understand your curiosity, frankly I share them, but if we are to discuss topics like this, we must do so in private. We don't need any one person misunderstanding."

Nodding, Charles said, "Of course. I wouldn't dream of anything horrible happening." After a beat, he continued with a halfhearted smile, "So, you 'share them'?"

The two talked and waded their way back into finishing the match, ending differently than the expected outcome of their albeit identical initial performance. Talking was quite comforting, Charles acknowledged, and yet not nearly as fulfilling as the girls he examined made it seem. Sure, they would get into extraordinary detail about certain situations... certain positions, but he felt that he'd put enough on Erik's plate for the evening. That is until Erik asked, "Have you ever tried to put a finger in yourself... there?"