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Erik's eyes scan over Charles' body, mapping out every curve. “Got a figure like a pin-up.” He speaks, noting how the corset that Charles is trying out emphasizes his waist.
Charles glances at Erik through the mirror then back to himself, “Figure like a doll.” He says.
Erik can't tell if that's a correction from Charles or something else.
He looks over the corset again, noticing that it doesn't really feel like Charles style. “Red?” He asks.
“What? Don't like it?” Charles questions, liking the dark cherry look.
“Ehhh, looks a little dumb on you.” Erik points out, not caring too much about being harsh.
Charles scoffs, "Don't care if you think im dumb.” He pauses, “I don't care at all.” He looks at Erik through the mirror again.
“Candy bear.” Charles calls out. Erik looks up from the clothes he was looking at, a little confused.
Charles smiles, “Cherry pie.” He tries, watching Erik's reaction.
Erik looks over Charles again, confused as to what he wants. He steps over to Charles, standing next to him.
“Wanna be adored?” Erik chuckles out, nudging Charles.
Charles smiles softly, “I'm the girl you’d die for.” He says, standing firm on his choice to keep the red.
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“I'll chew you up and I'll spit you out.” Erik warns Charles, it probably isn't a good idea to get involved with him.
Charles chuckles, pulling himself closer to Erik, “Cause that's what young love is all about?” He coos.
Erik smiles, looking down at Charles, his eyes falling down to Charles’ lips. “So pull me closer and kiss me hard.”
Charles pulls back slightly, a smile pulling at his lips. “My my, bold are we?” He speaks, his words slow.
Erik smiles, showing off his teeth and locking his eyes with Charles again, “I'm gonna pop your bubblegum heart.”
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Charles giggles and stumbles, falling slightly so Erik has to catch him. “Im miss sugar pink!” Charles yells, but it's extremely mumbled.
Erik stumbles a bit, somehow he's more drunk than Charles is. “Liquor-” He cuts himself off, catching charles yet again, “liquor lips.” He giggles
“Liquor lips?” Charles repeats pushing off Erik to stand in front of him, “How would you know! … Do you wanna know?”
Before Erik even gets the chance to answer Charles grabs Erik's tie and pulls him down to kiss him.
Erik doesn't fight it, instead he leans in and pushes Charles against the walls of the alleyway.
Charles panted between kisses, “hit me with your sweet love,” he mutters, his fingers tangling in Erik's brown hair.
“Steal me with a kiss.” Charles smiled as he spoke.
Erik could feel it, his hand tightening on Charles' waist and pushing him harder against the brick wall.
Erik pulls back for just a moment to lick his liquor liquor lips. His eyes falling over Charles' blushed up face.
“Im gonna be your bubblegum bitch.” Charles pants out, his lips curling up into a smile showing off his teeth.
Erik's eyes fell to Charles’ mouth, “im gonna be your bubblegum Bitch” he echoed, leaning back down to kiss Charles again.
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“Queentex? Latex? I'm your wonder maid?! Really Charles, them?!” Erik yells out, following closely behind Charles. “Do you know how badly of an idea that is?!”
Charles scoffs, “Life gave me some lemons so I made some lemonade.” He yells at Erik. “It was the best choice to make, Erik!”
“You are working with a rampant bigot!” Erik yells, his voice storming. How the hell could Charles happily work with a known anti mutant?!
Charlea groans, turning to face Erik, “Soda pop this, Soda pop that.” Charles scans over Erik, looking for any amount of anything.
“Baby-” "Don't 'baby’ me, Charles. You choose this.” Erik growls, taking one step closer to Charles.
Charles steps back, locking his eyes onto Eriks. “Oh fuck this. Here I come, straight to number one.” Charles lets out, shoving past Erik to leave.
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Erik picks up a small leather bound notebook, it's one of Charles. He flips through the pages, landing on one of the last ones.
“Oh Dear Diary,I met a boy, Erik. He made my dull heart light up with joy.” Erik reads, following each curve of the letters.
Erik looks over the page, flipping to the next “Oh Dear Diary, We fell apart. Welcome to the life of Professor X.”
The pen markings are so messy and inconsistent, a sharp contrast to how Charles usually writes.
Erik felt a knot form in his stomach, hating how much he hurt Charles. That beach flashing through his mind.
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“Fuckin, 'im miss sugar pink’? Really Charles?” Erik mutters to himself, taking another swig from the bottle, the alcohol covering his liquor liquor lips.
Charles words from that bested night swirling through his head, 'Hit me with your sweet love.. Steal me with a kiss.’
Erik can't help but choke up at the words, his mind playing tricks on him. Repeating over, and over, and over.
'im miss sugar pink,’ Erik licks his liquor liquor lips, his fallen tears making them salty yet bitter.
‘I'm gonna be your bubblegum bitch.’ His mind swirls, the way Charles said it, so sure of himself despite the fact that he had no idea what he was saying. It made Erik's head hurt.
“I'm gonna be your bubblegum bitch.” Erik echos his thoughts, like he did that night. Ironic isn't it, he thinks.
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“I think I want your American tan.” Charles giggles, looking over Erik's tanned skin while they walked down the sidewalk.
Erik paused for a moment looking over at Charles, “... I.. Ok?” He mumbled, “Charles, I'm German.” Erik added confused to all hell.
Charles giggles again, “Erik, I'm flirting with you.” He clarifies.
Erik opens his mouth to say something but stops, his face starting to blush.
“I think you're gonna be my biggest fan.” Charles chuckles out, grabbing one of Erik's hands and leading him to walk again