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starrose17:

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redxluna:

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mshotpants:

the AU in which charles takes the train home one day and realised the guy sitting in the corner stared at him the entire time

The windows on the train are cold, and harsh, and not very comfortable when you lean your head against them because of the vibrations, Charles finds, but he doesn’t care all that much. He’s tired, tired of most things. He looks out the window and he’s thinking about all these things that are making him tired, and in hindsight, they’re pretty stupid. He’s thinking about his classes, the kids in his class that just don’t get it and how he’s going to pull through the semester without more budget cuts, he’s thinking about the groceries he has to buy and the laundry he has to do and Raven’s birthday next week, and how he needs to call his lawyer’s about the estate because that bastard Marko finally left, and he’s thinking about all these things and thinks about how much he doesn’t want to think about it. Frankly it’s exhausting. And stupid. There are so many other things he can be worried about now.

He’s lovely, he hears someone think, above the myriad of other voices. Most of them are an intelligible blur now, as they are most days. If he tried to concentrate on all of them at once, he’d probably succumb to a seizure or something equally nasty, so he keeps his mind in a hazy mist, for the most part. But this voice, it’s hitting him through the void, and it’s such a nice thought really, it’s got hints of appreciation, admiration, desire, and at once it’s so simple and chaotic, so much more beautiful than anyone else around him. The nasty thoughts, the vain, the stupid and the downright head ache inducing thoughts, but this one….this one is different.

Look at him, the voice says, look at him, he’s so….so gorgeous. Charles furrows his brows together, mostly irritated because he wants to look, but he contains himself, he doesn’t go burrowing through people’s minds needlessly, but oh he wants to look, wants to see the one who is at the receiving end of these lovely thoughts, these thoughts that shouldn’t be hidden away.

They are beautiful and cruel. It’s a crime to keep these thoughts silent.

Look at him, he’s not even aware. He’s so devastating. How can he not know what he looks like? It’s a crime. Oh god but he’s so lovely. His lips, christ, what I would do with those lips….

Charles leans away from the railing and straightens his head slightly. Okay, maybe he shouldn’t be listening to this….but he wants to, because this mind taste’s so delicious. It’s unlike any mind he’s ever listened to. He shouldn’t listen, he shouldn’t, but god if it isn’t hard to stop…..

Those lips, so red, fuck, how would they taste, I want to bite them, they look so soft, I want them around my cock, how would he look, stretched around me?…

Oh, he really should stop now, this is getting to private….

His eyes are stunning, so big and blue, I wonder how he would look in tears, all watery, begging me to let him come, or when the back of my cock hits his throat…

Charles breathes slowly, but he can’t stop listening, it’s addicting, it feels like someone is whispering these dirty, wonderful things into his ear, it feels like such a beautiful want why can’t anyone ever feel this way about him?

I would have him, on his hands and knees, against a wall, while he begs, I bet he would look so beautiful, gasping for me, red mouth open, hair wet, fuck I would have him on this fucking train, fuck, just look at me, please look at me, I want you, you’re gorgeous, I want you, let me fuck you beautiful, I would treat you so right, I’d make you feel so good if only you would look at me darling please god please LOOK-

And Charles looks.

Christ.

It’s him.

He looks over and he see’s a stunning man, with a hard jaw and handsome features, with these stormy grey eyes.

This man has been staring at him the entire time, with such an intensity that Charles has never known. How could he have missed those eyes baring into him.

God, they’re killer’s eyes, eyes that made you want to cower before them lest they look at you in fury.

They don’t. They’re full of lust and determination and sick satisfaction.

Yes….he’s looking at me….

And he is. Charles looks back. He doesn’t smile. He just looks at the man across from him, this beautiful man that is thinking filthy thoughts about him, him, and it’s the most heartbreaking thing in the world.

He doesn’t smile.

But he does look back with the same, determined, longing stare.

And then they did everything in those thoughts and more. 

HOLY SHIT. Everyone is asking a continuation. WELL FUCK. Okay!

The man’s thoughts gripped Charles. They were a constant barrage of need, and satisfaction, because the man had ‘somehow’ got Charles to look at him. He continued to stare at him, and to the normal passer by it could almost be mistaken for indifference, as if this man didn’t care if he had just been caught staring. But no, Charles knew, it was a stare of appreciation.

He’s so beautiful. Oh god, he’s the loveliest thing I have ever seen. I’d do anything to keep him. God I want, I want so much it hurts, what is wrong with me?…..

Charles didn’t look away, and in that moment, he had a choice. A choice to leave at his next stop and never turn back, lose this man forever, with his filthy,beautiful thoughts, or he could….

What could do?

Stop thinking of stupid shit that worry him, stop thinking of nonsense things.

What would Raven say? If she were here with him, caught him doing this? Accusing him of taking advantage?

Or…..

Go for it, he imagines her saying, You never do anything for yourself, go out and snag him. He’s handsome, he likes you, what are you waiting for?

Before the thought had left him he found himself standing, never breaking his gaze with the man in the corner, and Charles walked towards him and sat down besides him.

“Hello,” Charles almost whispered.

The man smiled at him, his grin like a shark’s smile, “Hello.”

“I noticed you staring.”

“And?”

Charles can feel the train under him, hear the thoughts around him, the train is cold and Charles is tired of feeling so cold all the time.

“Is there something you wanted, my friend?”

My friend, so he doesn’t appear annoyed, my friend, because he already feels that way, my friend, even though he wants to be more.

The man’s face lit up like a firework display, and he leaned towards Charles’s face, charming as ever, “As a matter of fact there is.”

“Oh?” Charles raised his eyebrows, slightly nervous now, “And what is that?”

“I want to know how it would feel like to be inside you.”

Well, he didn’t have to go from 0 to 80 like that, and Charles found himself flushing a bright crimson.

“O-oh?” Charles stuttered, “I-is that right?”

“Yes,” the stranger huffed, leaning closer so they wouldn’t be over heard, “I want to know what you would sound like while I fuck you.”

Charles gave up logical thought after that, never mind actual speech, so he remained silent and focused on what this man was telling him.

“I would make you feel good, you know, I’d take care of you. Make sure you’d have a good time,” the man promised, “Do you have a boyfriend to treat you right? Does he suck your cock? I can do that. I’d suck your cock, I’d like to do that.”

Charles could only shake his head frantically, and then added quickly, “N-no, no, no boyfriend.”

“Good,” the man chuckled, leaning more, and that’s when Charles realized just how close he was, and before he knew it the man was mouthing at his neck.

“When do you get off?” the man asked, whispered, into his neck.

“Next stop…but…my sister is at home…..”

“I’m at the next stop too,” the man kissed at his shoulder, “Come home with me.”

“Yes.”

-x-x-x-x-x-x-

Despite the fact that Charles is a telepath, he’s not quite expecting what the man is planning to do with him. There were a flurry of all kinds of scenarios, positions, exchanges that are flowing through the man’s mind. He’s not prepared for this.

“You don’t know how you look like, do you?” He asked.

“What?”

“You look like a boy waiting to be debauched,” the man kissed at his collarbone, “It’s obscene. You’re gorgeous and obscene. I’ll show you.”

The way he shows him is by fucking Charles upright, his back facing him, but before them is a giant mirror, full length and wide, and Charles can see every inch of them, writhing, panting, sweating. Charles looks filthy, his eyes lidded and heavy, his brown floppy hair plastered to his forehead, mouth red and open, gasping, his hips writhing against the other man’s lap. His neck and back are arched, and he can see the other man kissing his neck from behind, tongue flicking out and biting occasionally, leaving angry red marks that will purple later and remain for weeks. The man’s hands are traveling everywhere, his big hands fondling and holding him as if he were something precious and fragile.

And lastly, was his own angry cock bobbing up between his thighs, heavy and hot, leaving a trail of himself on his stomach, and the man’s own in between his thighs, thrusting up helplessly, wrecking him…….

-x-x-x-x-x-x-

They’re finished, breathless on his bed, the man still refusing to let go of him, his face burrowed in Charles’s neck, as if hiding there. Charles, for the most part, is speechless and somewhat shocked. But also sated and fulfilled. And sad, as if he’s never going to get something quite like this for a long, long time. But it’s worth it.

“What’s your name?” Charles finally asked, looking down at the man who’s arms are wrapped around him tight.

“Brandon,” the man finally says, “What’s yours?”

“Charles,” he says.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-

Brandon makes him breakfast in the morning. He pushes a pillow under Charles’s thighs as if can somehow sense the pain he’s in. He tells Charles he can stay as long as he wants, but to lock the door on the way out.

He leaves his number on the dresser next to the bed. Underneath it says, Call me whenever you’re feeling sad

Isn’t it kind of depressing that Charles wants to call him right now?

Come back, come back, I feel like shit, I’m losing my mind. Make all this go away.

He leaves quietly, locks the door, and he shoves the number into his coat pocket, wondering about the next time that he’s on the train and wishes that everything would just go to hell.

He almost can’t wait.

Oh good god, I only got up 5 minutes ago and I’m already reading porn, and HOT porn too!  I love this!!!!

Oh my god. The first time I ever write porn and Starrose17 likes it….

I can’t. I just can’t.

(Source: mcfass-o-matic)