Happy Halloween and happy Tuesgay!!!! ❤️
Soooooo........ This is for you, dear @pinkoptics because you wrote a prompt for me some time ago!!! And I pestered you to give me an opportunity to repay you in the form of a fic/art piece. And you actually DID give me prompt eventually!! And... I sorta didn’t know if I should do a fic or a piece of art - so I did both!!!! I hope you like. 😁 Pokémon Charles and everything! 💋Also: SMUT...!
PLEADING THE FIFTH
The people in the hotel bar were cheerful and rather loud while they eagerly chitchatted and the clinking of glasses being slammed against each other was filling the room. Erik was looking at all of the dressed up people from the table by the wall, a small smile forming on his lips induced by the atmosphere in the dim room. He was so glad that he was actually here with Charles. He honestly hadn’t thought that he would ever even dare to dream about going steady, but when the whole Halloween event had come up Charles had invited him. Him of all people. It was only their fifth date, but it was just so right, Erik thought. And it was looking more and more promising. Apparently Charles really did like him. Enough to bring him here along with Raven and Hank and their friends and share a hotel room with him. It seemed like he had been invited into the inner circle and he had to admit that he was feeling beyond grateful. Not to mention giddy. He shifted his weight slightly in the booth with its red leather upholstery and redirected his glance to look at Charles sitting opposite him. He had been awfully quiet for a while though, Erik realized. The mug of beer in Charles’ hand was surprisingly full and Erik raised an eyebrow. Had he said something wrong? Charles was looking at him in a weird way that he couldn’t quite interpret and concerned he leaned towards him a little, placing his elbows on the table plate.
“You okay?” he asked and sent Charles a smile. To his relief the smile was instantly returned and Charles nodded and shuffled a little in his seat.
“Yes. Yes, I’m fine,” Charles said, his azure glance fixed on Erik. Even in the dim light of the smoky bar the color of them seemed to light up the entire room. Yet still he seemed strangely preoccupied and quiet. He had been this way the entire evening. Erik couldn’t help but worry if maybe he had said or done something inconsiderate.
“You sure?” Erik asked softly and sipped on his pilsner. The smaller man in front of him nodded once more and smiled at him a little. Erik couldn’t help his lips forming a skew smile at the expression on Charles face combined with his costume. In the yellow and fluffy onesie he looked rather amusing.
“What are you supposed to be again?” Erik asked in amusement and for a moment Charles looked completely surprised. Then he pouted ever so slightly and placed his hand under his chin.
“I’m Pikachu…” he then mumbled in an offended voice and rolled his eyes. Erik swallowed a gulp of beer and looked back at Charles questioningly.
“And what’s a Pikachu?” Erik asked, a frown spreading on his face. A sigh immediately escaped Charles.
“It’s a Pokémon, Erik,” he said and looked as if he was about to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration. Erik almost didn’t dare to express the fact that he had absolutely no idea what Charles was talking about. Carefully he lifted his hands into the air accompanied by a soft smile, signaling that he was lost. Charles let out a small huff.
“It’s a Japanese thing. Anyway, it was Raven’s idea…” Charles mumbled, and turned the beer mug around in slow circles. But his glance never left Erik.
“What a surprise,” Erik grinned and corrected some of the white linen that was threatening to fall down from its position wrapped around his shoulder. Again he had to stifle a small giggle trying to make its way out of his mouth. As Charles sat there - practically slumped over a mug of beer growing staler by the second - he looked like some sort of depressed cartoon bunny, he thought. And what was up with those ears?
“I don’t think you should consult Raven for any wardrobe advice from now on,” Erik teased and took another gulp of beer. Charles huffed once more. But fell silent again immediately after, just resting his chin in his hands and gazing at Erik. Why was he acting like this? Erik took another gulp of beer, concern circling around in his mind like threatening thunder clouds. The room was incredibly warm, he suddenly realized as he leaned back against the soft leather upholstery of the booth. All of the dancing people in their silly costumes were running to and fro, their body heat warming up the room to an almost unbearable temperature. God, he was glad that he was only wearing what was basically a linen sheet. The toga choice had been the right bet – otherwise he would probably have been suffering a heat stroke by now. Of course a toga wasn’t exactly very imaginative and it had kind of been an emergency plan, because of course Erik hadn’t really put any thought into the fact that he would have to think of and also physically get his hands on an actual Halloween costume. He had just been focusing on partying with Charles. But this afternoon he realized that he of course couldn’t come to the party without some sort of costume – hence he had just stripped the hotel bed of one of its sheet this afternoon before jumping in the shower to get ready. Very unimaginative but practical none the less, it turned out. He remembered Charles pestering him about finding a costume in the days prior to the party and he had just shrugged and hadn’t thought much of it. But it had solved itself thankfully. And even Charles had seemed sort of impressed and surprised when he had come out of the shower wrapped in nothing but a sheet. Erik’s eyes suddenly narrowed a little as he thought it over. No, it couldn’t be, he thought. But he realized that this had been the exact moment where Charles’ behavior had changed. He had grown awfully silent and preoccupied and even when Erik had been joking around in the hotel room and put some leaves from a bouquet of flowers behind his ear to try and put just a tiny bit of effort into the whole Greek look Charles had seemed… Well, strange. And while they hurried to get to the party in time he almost hadn’t spoken a single word during the elevator ride down. Or at any other point really. Erik took another gulp of beer, gone in thought. Could he really be upset about the costume? Erik’s glance darted from his beer mug to Charles. He was still sitting opposite him in the booth, immobile and just gazing at him. He looked like he was also starting to feel the heat of the bar, Erik thought. Small beads of sweat were decorating his forehead and his cheeks were flushed in magenta and scarlet tones. Erik swallowed and leaned forwards again.................
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