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Bang Bang by hippos [Cherik, NC17]

I’ve been searching high and low for the fic you’ve described and the closest I can find is this one here:

Sweet, You're So Sugar-Sweet by Synekdokee [Cherik, NC17, Cross Dressing]

Erik's hand drifts to Charles's thigh and grips the hem of the dress and bunches it up, revealing the lace lining and clips of the garter belt he's wearing. Whatever confusion or hesitation that may still have lingered in Erik is chased away by the idea of kissing his way across the straps to Charles inner thigh.

Suddenly Erik's burning with the need to know what Charles is wearing underneath the dress, if he's still wearing boxers or if there's more black fabric there, satin covering the stiffness of his cock in silky fabric.

Thank you so much!  That one was super fun to write, as was this one! <3 xx

The New Kid

Erik leaned up against the locker, one arm clutching his bag and the other wrapped around the waist of a tall girl with short blonde hair. A small crowd surrounded him, each person jabbering rapidly about the game that night or the fact that she went out with him or her or that person or the party last weekend that almost got busted. Erik wasn’t really listening – his attention was pulled away from everything around him when he saw the new boy walk by, his messenger bag stuffed with notebooks and his arms filled with books. His bright blue eyes skirted over the crowd as he passed, pausing briefly on Erik before returning to the hall ahead of him.

Erik made a split-second decision, dropping his arm, ditching his bag, and shoving his way through the crowd to catch up to the new boy. “Hey,” he said, slightly breathless. “You’re the new kid, right? Charles? I think we have psychology together.”

Charles kept walking, nodding his head. “Yeah, that’s me. The new kid. Charles. Er, sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“It’s Erik. Erik Lehnsherr.”

“Great. Cool. Nice to meet you, Erik Lehnsherr.”

Erik picked up his pace in order to keep up with Charles as he hurried down the hall. “Hey, some of us are going out for some food after the game tonight. Wanna join?”

“The game?”

Erik’s shoulders sagged. “The football game. I’m the quarterback. You’re not into football, then?”

“Never been that into sports,” Charles said, shrugging.

“Well – food? Food after? That’s still…you’d still like that, right?” Erik spluttered.

“Sounds fun,” Charles said, shrugging again. “I’ll see if I’ve got time.”

“Oh. Cool.”

“Sorry - I’ve got to get to class. New kid, remember? Got to make a good impression and such.” Charles looked up at Erik once, then took a sharp left down the math hallway.

“Yeah, cool. Well, we’re meeting out by the locker rooms after – so – if you….” Erik trailed off as Charles entered a classroom, gently closing the door behind him

This had never happened to him before. He trudged back to his group, running a hand through his hair, frustration coursing through him. This new kid was really hot, but he had barely noticed Erik, in all his letterman-jacket, slicked-hair, girls-on-his-arm glory. Maybe the letterman jacket wasn’t Charles’ thing. Or maybe the girls were a bad idea when trying to pick up a guy. Erik wormed his way back into the crowd and picked up his bag, ignoring the girl next to him as she tried to lean on him. Someone called his name, but he turned away and headed to his next class, his mind churning.

Knock First

Charles fumbled with his books, juggling all fourteen of them and trying not to drop any.  His eyes just cleared the top of the stack so he could see where he was going, but there was no way he could open the door.  So he turned around and used his butt to push down the door handle and his back to open the door.

“Raven, have you seen the – ” he began as he turned around.

All fourteen of the books clattered to the floor as Erik hastily pulled away from Raven, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

“I – ” Raven pulled the sheets up to her chin. “Charles!  Knock much?”

“I didn’t think I needed to!  I didn’t know you were shacking up with…Magneto here,” Charles said, his voice shaking slightly. “Raven, get dressed.”

“Charles, you are not my mother.  I’m an adult, you know.”

Erik was backing up to the window, and Charles purposefully kept his eyes glued to Raven’s, determined not to look at Erik. “Exactly.  So you should know enough not to….” Charles’ voice caught in his throat, and he turned away. “Clean up these books, please.  I’ll see you at dinner.”

He slammed the door on Raven’s complaints and stumbled down the hallway, his mind churning.  He was so far down the hall that he barely heard the door open and close again, and when the hand touched his shoulder, he jumped. “Raven, I told you – ” He spun around. “Oh…it’s…it’s you.” He took a step back and looked down at the ground as though the carpet below Erik’s shoes was more interesting than the guilty-looking man himself.

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