Innocent Evenings of Drinking

NOTES: And so my affiliation with the X-Men fandom begins. This will be a collection of oneshots concerning Charles Xavier and Erik Lensherr. Some will be slashy, some will be able to be taken as slash or friendship, and some will simply be romance-irrelevant. Until I see the rest of the movies, these will be entirely based on First Class and I won't even try dealing with these boys when they're older because I might hurt the canon. Ratings will vary with content. And remember, reviews are like crack - they don't cost a lot and they're ridiculously addicting. Please fuel my habit. XD Honestly, though, positive reviews make me write more and constructively negative reviews make me fix what I have and then write more. So you get to read more. Win-win. :D

p.s. The overall title is a paraphrase of Declan Bennett's album title An Innocent Evening of Drinking. Listen to his music; he is brilliant.

NOTES: Expect a lot of chessfics to crop up here. : ) Also, I had to make some reference to the fact that Erik seemed to speak every language known to Europe.

RATING: K+ for brief language

Thinking in Tongues

Damn you…

Erik's eyes shot up from the board as Charles accidentally projected that thought into his head.

"I believe mind-reading counts as cheating, Charles."

"Yes, well, you've been thinking in Polish this whole time, so it's not helping me anyhow…" Charles mumbled as he lay on his stomach, propped up on his elbows and leaning his chin into his hands, furrowing his brow at the board.

"I won't hold it against you," replied Erik, who was similarly lounging on the floor, leaning on one elbow. "Had I been you, I would have tried it out a long time ago."

After staring for a very long minute at his disappointingly small amount of potential moves, Charles glanced up and raised an eyebrow. "Do you always think in Polish?"

Erik laughed softly. "No." His eyes silently followed Charles' hand as it moved a pawn up the board. "I could just tell you were cheating from the start, that's all."

Charles' eyes shot up to meet Erik's smirk. "What?"

"Charles, you have no idea how conspicuous it is every time you start fondling your temple like that." Still smirking, he made his move as Charles turned slightly red.

"I'm not–"

"Check, by the way."

"One moment–"

"Checkmate, actually."

"One moment…I'm not that conspicuous."

"Just enough so that I don't have to look very hard," Erik said as he flicked over Charles' king. "Step up your defense," he added, his smirk melding into a genuine smile as he saw the frustration in Charles' face. Their eyes met and Charles smiled to match.

"Oh, piss off…" Charles muttered, bouncing the king off of Erik's chest and standing, picking up his martini glass. "Another?"

Erik gave a little mocking gasp and held out his glass. "You must have read my mind."

"Piss off…" Charles repeated, this time unable to keep himself from laughing.