Cherik One Shots

Need You Tonight

Summary- Charles' lack of experience with a sex toy winds him up in front of Erik's door.

Warnings- smut, first time anal, sex toy, using mutations, THIS IS WHY YOU ALWAYS USE A FLARED BASE KIDS (unless u have a magneto)

Word count- 3251

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Charles is the type of person who is naturally curious.

Charles is the type of person who likes to find out the truth of rumors on his own accord.

Charles is the type of person who winds up in a sex shop and buys something that he'd only ever heard through the grapevine:

A metallic, phallic-shaped sex toy that is intended for female users, but Charles' idea enabled male users as well, an idea he had been itching to try since he'd first heard of it. It was obscure, quite frankly, odd as such an orifice completes an opposing action as to what Charles intends to try, but pushed away the doubt and remained happily anticipatory. He purchased the recommended lubricant, the worker under the impression it was for his (imaginary) girlfriend, and was on his merry way back to his home. His home, shared with the vast family of mutant students and professors alike, and Erik. Erik's assigned role of teaching was not taken well, nor was being a student since he believed he could not be further taught. Charles gave up trying to convince him to try one or the other a while back, allowing Erik to just do as he pleased. It made both of their lives easier. He wasn't around too much during the day, but always slept there. So, Charles wasn't too surprised to see Erik in the living room watching some Tele as he entered the house.

"Midnight shopping?" Erik mused, muting the news to size up Charles. "I couldn't possibly imagine what you'd need at this hour."

Charles just smiled and waved it off. "Don't stay up too late. Children should get their sleep."

Mocking a laugh, Erik shut off the tv and walked beside the already leaving professor. "I suppose you're right. And, I suppose you went out of your way tonight and bought medicine to help you sleep?"

Charles pursed his lips and decided, "I suppose I did. Why so curious?"

Erik raised a brow but didn't respond to the question. "If you have extra, feel free to stop by my room. I often have trouble sleeping when I'm alone."

Charles eyed the man beside him, his behavior odd but tried not to think too much of it. He wasn't going to allow his mood to be altered; he'd been looking forward to this for too long to be distracted. "I really only bought enough for one, but I'll try to save you some."

"That's all I ask," Erik smiled, the two now coming to a stop by their respective room doors. "I hope you have a good sleep."

Charles nodded and feigned politeness, his eagerness and anxiety creating such a response, "Good night, my friend."

Charles caught Erik staring at him, chuckling to himself, as Charles walked into his room, but Erik didn't dare say another word. Odd. Charles forced himself to stop analyzing the situation, his neurons firing with extreme unease as if Erik somehow knew, but he couldn't possibly. There was no way for him to know. No possible way, Charles worked on convincing himself, repeating the phrase until his nerves finally calmed. Charles was not ashamed of what he wanted to do, not ashamed of the intentions behind it, what it could mean if he did indeed enjoy it. But, he couldn't help but feel the twinge of embarrassment at the thought of being caught. He felt dirty in a way, and he truly hoped he was just overthinking that strange conversation between him and Erik. He somehow managed to rid of his worry and immediately made himself comfortable, lying square in his king sized bed.