He didn’t realise he was grinning his signature shark-like grin when he opened the door, the young and gangly delivery boy’s eyes widening in terror as he looked up at Erik’s face. The doorbell to Charles’s apartment rang, and Erik heard Charles call out “Could you get that, darling? It’s probably dinner!” from the bathroom down the narrow hall, and Erik’s heart squeezed tightly – something about that was so familiar and so domestic, and images of many future nights staying in and ordering delivery with Charles surged up into the forefront of Erik’s mind. Erik didn’t waste a moment in whipping out his phone to order for them, giddy. They only pulled themselves off each other when Charles’s stomach grumbled, Erik’s glare at the offending organ making Charles laugh, inviting Erik to stay for dinner (or forever) by enticing him with ordering Chinese delivery.
How was your hot date with Charles, Sugar?Įrik let out a dismissive ‘hmph’ at Emma’s message, simply sending her a curt ‘fuck off’ and wafting his phone back down onto Charles’s coffee table, the telepath currently in the bathroom as they waited for their Chinese delivery to arrive.Īs Erik looked around the room, he still couldn’t quite believe that he was here, in Charles’s apartment sprawled on his couch after having spent the better part of the afternoon lounging there and lazily making out with the other man.
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