All My Marvel Ships

Cherik: You're Projecting Quite Loudly

"Charles? Your move." Erik whispers into the silence of the room.

He was alone again. After what had happened at the beach, when he had left his closest friend, he had become incredibly lonely.

So every night before he went to bed, he played a game of chess just like he used to with Charles. Only... Charles wasn't here to play with him anymore.

A tear escaped Erik's eye at that thought. He missed the telepath deeply. Erik wasn't sure why, but Charles meant something more to him than anyone else had.

Erik sighed sadly. He would do anything just to see his old friend again. Erik just wasn't sure how to do the one thing he needed to... apologize.

But he was willing to try. He slowly pulled off his helmet and whispered out loud in a voice that could hardly be qualified as even a whisper, "Charles? I'm so sorry."

He held still, waiting for the inevitable feeling of someone poking his forehead. That familiar feeling of Charles poking about in his head... but it didn't come. The once comforting feeling, did not make even the slightest appearance.

That terrified Erik. He knew Charles. If he had even uttered an apology across the world, Charles would still have a say on it.

Erik immediately got up and as quickly as he possibly could began to make his way toward the mansion.

Finally there, Erik quickly disposed of Hank as quietly as he could. Pinning him under bits of metal so he could find Charles.

"Where is he? Where's Charles? What's wrong with him?"

Hank let out a sad sigh, "He's alright physically, Erik. I don't think I can say that much for his mental health."

Erik reluctantly let Hank down, and made his way to Charles' room. Where he found his old friend lying on the bed, asleep.

Charles' blue eyes were shut tightly, and he was muttering softly in his sleep. His long brown locks in disarray around the bed and stubble appearing on his face from lack of shaving. Despite his disheveled appearance, Erik's heart still swelled at the sight of him.

"Hello, old friend," Erik whispered softly and brushed his hair from his face.

Charles awoke suddenly and gripped Erik's outstretched hand.

"Erik? Oh god, not another dream," he whispered softly before he began to shout, "why can't you just leave me be?! It hurts enough already! I can't handle seeing him after knowing how much I failed him!"

Charles began trying to kick and hit at Erik, but Erik grabbed both his hands in a tight grip. He moved to sit on Charles lap. Straddling the man so he couldn't kick him any more.

"Charles, its me. Its Erik. I came to make sure you were okay... and it doesn't appear so. So I'm going to stay with you, until you're better."

Tears started to fall down Charles' face, "YOU'RE NOT ERIK! HE ISN'T HERE ANYMORE!"

Charles tried to thrash around again, but Erik's tight grip on him prevented him from moving, "Charles, its me. We played chess every night before bed. The few times I won you'd be so bewildered you would ask to poke around in my head to find out how. I always said yes, but you never could seem to find the answer."

"E-erik?" Charles whispered incredulously.

"Its me, Charles. Why didn't you just poke about in my head? I'm not wearing my helmet... and how are you moving your legs?"

"Erik," Charles squeaked out, "could you get off of me?"

Erik's eyes widened as he realized he was still set on top of his friend. He quickly moved off and Charles got off the bed, "I'm going to go shower. Just... go talk to Hank."

With that, Charles left. He walked into the bathroom and locked the door. He held his breath and waited until he heard Erik leave the next room before as quickly as possible, getting undressed.

He pulled down his boxers, and his erection lightly hit his chest. Having Erik pin him down like that was the biggest turn on.

Charles reached down to wrap his hand around his length and pump himself slowly. Thinking about how Erik looked on top of him. Eyes lined in worry and authority leaking from his stance.

Charles pumped faster as he began to imagine what it would feel like to suck his friend's long member. To feel Erik inside of him. To shout the metal bender's name as he came all over both of their chests.

At that, Charles felt the sweet relief as cum shot out of his now soft member. He quickly cleaned himself up and jumped in the shower.

As soon as he got out, it hit him. All the voices. He could hear them again. He collapsed on the floor as all feeling in his legs disappeared. He'd have to get Hank or Erik to help him now... except he was completely naked. He'd definitely need Hank. Charles couldn't bear the thought of Erik seeing him like this.

Charles tried to block out all the voices that rang through his head and focus on Hank, "They're back and I need help. I must warn you, though, I'm not decent."

Charles didn't wait to see what Hank had to say before he cut off their tie, and shut his eyes. Trying to completely focus on shutting out all the voices. They were all so sad and hurting. Charles didn't want to have to listen to their suffering.

Charles heard the door being opened, but he didn't open his eyes. He was still focused on blocking everyone. Until suddenly, there were very loud thoughts being projected to Charles.

He opened his eyes to see Erik standing over him, frozen. Charles focused on the projected thoughts. They were Erik's. He was picturing... Charles? Underneath him. Erik was thinking about fucking Charles, and Charles could see his obvious erection underneath Erik's trousers.

Charles glanced over to see Hank with his medicine hovering in the doorway, "Hank, go. I'll be fine. I need to speak with Erik, anyways."

Hank left without another word, and finally Erik snapped out of his frozen state. Charles could feel Erik mentally scolding himself for thinking such things instead of helping Charles. He moved to grab a towel and wrapped Charles up gently. Picking him up and going into the next room to place Charles on the bed.

Erik turned to leave, but Charles caught his hand, "You know, when my legs go away, my powers come back..."

Erik began to blush furiously, "Ch-charles I'm so sor-"

Charles cut him off by planting a kiss on Erik's rambling lips, "I forgive you. For everything. I love you, Erik."

Erik smiled against Charles' lips and climbed in the bed with his old friend and new love, "And I, you, Charles."