Charles must know, thinks Erik, as the telepath's hands tighten on his hips, that nice rich British boys shouldn't do things like this. Whilst there might be good reasons for such boys to run around America recruiting mutants, there's no excuse whatsoever for fucking other boys, especially those who are poor and German and not nice at all.

But tension's been building between them for months, through those long, drunken nights, and everyone knows what they say about British boarding schools.

Charles pushes Erik back against the wall, and if he knows what nice boys shouldn't do, he doesn't care.