Charles is broke, and living in a wreck of a house. What does he do when a mysterious man he met the night before at a bar come and fixes it all up, up to the spot that's unrecognizable, and begs for 5 dates with Charles? If he was able to fix his h...
Erik woke bright and early the following day, and headed for the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the little ones. As he danced around the kitchen, getting what he needed for breakfast, he couldn't help but remember that day when he succeeded in getting Charles to go out with him. It was a memory he was sure he wouldn't forget. The moment breakfast was ready he left the room to wake Peter and Wanda.
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"Wake up my dears. Breakfast is one the table. Hurry up and clean yourselves up," Erik watched with amusement as his kids ignored him, and instead digging deeper into the comfort of their bed. "If you don't come, I won't tell you about Char-" And with that, they jumped out of bed with squeals of delight, eager to hear Erik tell about the mysterious man that took their father's attention.
"I call the bathroom first!"
"No! I want to go first!"
"Well too bad. I said it first."
Erik chuckled fondly after their retreating forms as they fought for the right to use the bathroom first. He took his time going back to the kitchen, knowing it wouldn't be long before the two balls of childish energy flew into the room. He took the plates of food and added some furnishings on them, knowing that even though the kids wouldn't notice it, he would. And the satisfaction of having a good looking plate made him happy. As if on cue, they came running in, mouths ready to be fed. He handed them their plates and shooed them off to the dining room, which doubled as a living room.
After the food on their plates disappeared into their mouths he put them in the sink and washed them, doing them now rather then later and also giving him time to stalk and collect his thoughts.
He walked slowly towards his waiting kids in the living room, he tried to compose the story in his head so it will give the children hope, but not enough do it to hurt if Charles refused Erik after the last date.
After he recounted the night, he opened his eyes to find the two children staring at him with their mouths open. Before even a minute had passed they started pelting him with question and comments as to how much he liked him, when would they get to meet him, that sort of thing.
He chuckled and couldn't help but feel a pang of doubt in his heart. What if Charles didn't like him? What if it wouldn't work out? Erik wouldn't know what to do then. He could just hope for the best. Which was pretty good by the way.
After Peter suggested watching the Sunday cartoons, Erik finally had some time alone with his thoughts. He had to plan the next date after all. They had agreed the night before to meet again on Wednesday, which was when they were both free, despite Charles not having a job.
Once again, Erik found himself drifting towards memories of Charles, with the occasional "Did I leave the stove on?" kind of thought flitting through his mind before he was submerged into his thoughts once more.
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They were of the way Charles smiled, his sense of humor, the way they had a heated argument about whether college should be free or not over dinner. Erik loved being proved wrong, it showed just how much his opponent in the argument actually cared or not. The way Charles laughed, the musical sound drifting through his mind, lulling him to sleep at night. The way Charles' short form seemed to fit so perfectly into Erik's own body, as if they were two pieces of a puzzle, one never feeling complete without the other. The way Charles' ass fit so snug into those jeans, practically begging to be caressed. The way his blue cardigans brought out the shade of his eyes, the very ones he had stared into the night they met.
Oh dear god. He really was in love. But how?! He had just met this man less than a week ago. He had never believed in true love, or miracles, but now he was starting to doubt himself. Which was something he didn't do very often. Much. He chuckled despite his troubled mind, and continued with the presentation of Charles his mind was offering him.
