life:
It was fifty years ago today that Bob Dylan had his first recording session at Columbia Records. Dylan was backup harmonica for folk singer Caroline Hester — It was shortly after that Dylan was offered his own deal with Columbia.
see more — Bob Dylan: The Early Days
love him.
(via aproperspatula)
Charles shivered under Erik’s touch, his body almost literally aching when the other man pulled away. I wonder if you know what you do to me every time you open your mouth or touch me. Hell, even when you look at me. You will be the death of me, I swear by it. He projected the thoughts towards Erik’s mind and smiled, watching his lover walk away.
When Erik suggested pancakes, Charles laughed, but dug around in the cupboard until he found what he was looking for. He threw the pancake mix at Erik.
“You’re making them, then. I’m pretty certain you don’t want me to cook—unless, of course, you’d prefer lumps of floury-tasting, globs of….I don’t even know what over real pancakes?” Charles grinned.
Erik loved the way Charles’ fingers, so smooth and uncalloused, felt along the rough ridges of his own. The way their skin melted and Charles’ smaller fingers knitted perfectly in between Erik’s was one of those tiny treasures that Erik knew they both held on to. Holding hands was something extremely intimate, more so than sex even it seemed, so while he had the opportunity to, he would take Charles’ hand willingly.
Erik wasn’t one to show affections. Not in public. Being stoic had somewhat become a mantra for him, and he often stood to the back, a looming figure to be feared and respected. It suited him more to be the enforcer than the one with empathy, which so easily fit Charles, and he wasn’t going to complain about that development. But when the chance arose to be affectionate, especially after being particularly intimate and without the scattered teens surrounding them, he couldn’t help but take the opportunity.
With Charles just dressed enough to look decent - though obviously, thoroughly fucked - and the silence that followed their footfalls, Erik couldn’t help himself. While Charles was distracted with a cupboard, Erik leaned his chest against his lovers back, hands playing with the taut skin at his hips beneath his shirt. “I wonder,” he growled, smiling, lips pressed to the shell of Charles’ ear, “how incredibly attractive you are, Charles?”
Erik’s fingers fled over Charles’ abdomen, to his loosely kept belt-line, and then free from him all together. Purposefully, Erik strode to the cabinets beneath the stove, pulling free a frying pan. He turned on the heel of his foot, waving the pan for emphasis. “Pancakes?”
Now that Erik had mentioned it, Charles’ stomach began to growl, and he had to agree with his lover. Food sounded very nice right now. He begrudgingly pulled away from Erik and began to dress himself. “I’ll hold you to that last statement,” he said absently, grinning as he buttoned up his shirt.
Charles grabbed Erik’s hand as they made their way to the kitchen, intertwining their fingers. It was a small, simple gesture, but one that Charles held a high respect for. He had never held hands with anyone other than Raven, as he saw it as the signal for utmost trust and love. The fact that Charles allowed Erik to hold his hand, the fact that Charles initiated such an action, was a big ordeal in the telepath’s mind. He had never expressed this to Erik or Raven, however, as they might find the idea absolutely ridiculous; they already thought he was an old man. Charles had always been more fond of the smaller things in life, though. Surely the two of them had realized this by now.
Charles gave Erik a wide smile when he saw that the house was rather empty, as Erik had suggested. “What would you like to eat?” he asked as they entered the kitchen.
Erik quietly contemplated the question, fingers tracing fine circles on Charles’ skin. On the one hand, revving himself up and exploring Charles’ body all the more would always be a worth-while endeavor. On the other hand, he was exhausted both emotionally and physically and having his lover curled at his side was enough of for the day. On another hand, of which he did not have, was that Charles truly was so incredibly tempting and naked and pressing soft kisses into Erik’s chest, which in reality just wasn’t fair.
When Charles curled further in, tight and wound against Erik’s side, he almost felt his heart flutter. Erik Lehnsherr was never likely to be one to admit to fluttering heartbeats or the over-taking of extreme emotion (other than hate or revenge, or course), and trusted less and less people to tell it too. The coiling in his stomach and the smile that pulled at the edges of his lips as he looked down to Charles, almost coy and boyishly charming at his side, edged him closer to his lover, arms tight and protective around the smaller man.
Still in contemplation, Erik deigned it necessary but not at all telling to kiss his lover’s bright red, soft, and full lips. Gentle and brief, a brush that welled up with the emotion he was trying to let overthrow him, and Erik was again simply staring at Charles again in flash. As if Charles were delicate, fragile, and not meant to be touched, Erik brushed his long fingers through the sweated strands of hair that were flopped against Charles’ forehead. In some ways, Erik couldn’t help but find Charles beautiful.
He smiled again, a little laugh at the back of his throat. “Why don’t we get something to eat. I’m sure the kids are all out of the house by now anyway, doing something or other.” His eyebrows wiggled suggestively. “Then we’ll be ready for all the more fun later.”
Charles raised an eyebrow. Round two? Minus the game, he added. He kept his eyes on Erik’s while he put random kisses on his lover’s chest.
He stretched. “Unless you’re too tired,” he said aloud, snuggling back into Erik’s side and awaiting his answer.
Erik always won. It was simply the rule. And he’d won his prize fair and square, and let Charles know it, too, as he draped his arm possessively around the smaller male. “At least you’re a sport about it Charles.” He chuckled and it rumbled in his chest. A deep sigh came with his exhale and he peered down at his now suddenly mischievous lover.
“Goodness, what on earth are you thinking now Charles?”
ooc
i apologize, it’s shite. ;-;
Nahhh. It’s fine.
Charles hummed when Erik pulled him closer, his body still tingling.
“I believe I won, yes?”
Charles snorted. “Obviously. I knew you would. You knew you would.” He snuggled in closer to Erik and smiled warmly, closing his eyes. He listened to his lover’s heart beat and let his breathing slow down, but there was a thought in the back of his head that wouldn’t allow him to drift off to sleep. The teenager that lurked inside of Charles still wanted more, needed more affection, more love, more Erik, and the grown Charles, the supposedly more mature Charles, couldn’t help but give in.
The telepath let out a rather feminine giggle and tilted his chin up to give Erik a mischievous grin.
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entirely fine love! i was up and about all day entertaining my boyfriend (poorly, with movies mind you) so i wasn’t around to respond right away either. <3
