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Normally Charles was the glass is half full professor. He usually saw the better of people and circumstances. Erik, on the other hand, was the complete opposite, which is why they balance each other out so well. It had been years past since Charles’ accident. So, it wasn’t anything new, but today was a rough day.
“Charles, I swear, I wish there were times I could mind read like you do, to know what exactly is going on in that head of yours.” Erik said, sitting on a chair in the mansion, and Charles was trying to move himself from the wheelchair to the couch. “Why are you trying to get yourself to the couch anyway? There are plenty of other seats around. Why pick the hardest one to move to?” Erik was now all but yelling at the professor, who was sweating on how hard he was trying to get over to the couch.
“Erik, I know I don’t say this enough, but please, shut up old friend!” Charles said under his breath, not looking up.
Erik now stood up and kneeled next to his friend, who now just had his head in his hands, seemingly taking a break. “Here,” Erik said softly, trying to help his friend over, only to get swatted away by Charles’ hand.
“Please, do not touch me.” Charles was looking straight in Erik’s eyes, piercing right through him. For some reason, this made Erik smile and puff out a laugh.
“Charles, are you really so stubborn as to not accept help from me?” Erik asked, as he now sat on the couch that Charles was trying to get to. “What would be the point?”
“It’s nothing, nevermind.” Charles voice seemed to dry up a little.
“Come on, tell me what’s going on?”
“No, I’ll pass for now, but thanks.” Charles responded.
“Charles, tell me, or I’ll have to……” he stopped mid-sentence and realized Charles was paying no attention to him whatso ever. He was completely deep in thought, so Erik, stoop up slowly, reached for his bag and put his helmet on, so Charles couldn’t read his mind.
When he sat back down, Erik had a huge grin on his face. It wasn’t often he got to best the professor, mostly because of the mind control. But he had watched Charles once getting a massage and the masseuse made him giggle and squirm. He never knew Charles to be ticklish, but he was. Erik didn’t think Charles would even remember such a miniscule detail, but Erik did.
After Erik hadn’t moved or said anything in a few seconds, Charles caught wind of not being able to penetrate his friend’s thoughts, and his head shot up quickly to see Erik wearing his beloved helmet.
“Erik, why do you have that on, may I ask?” Charles asked nervously.
“No reason, but I do have a few questions for you?” Erik said softly, putting his hand gently on Charles shoulder, which he shrugged off immediately.
“I told you; I don’t want to discuss anything. Please just let me be.”
“No, because you never let me have those moments, and I want to know what’s bothering you.”
Charles was now sitting straight up, shaking his head no.
“If you don’t tell me, I’ll have to take drastic measures.” This made Charles laugh and smile. He had never gotten tickled by Erik, so he had no idea that’s what he was planning to do.
“Really? Well, let’s see what the mighty Magneto can do.” Charles said smugly, crossing his arms, facing towards Erik now. And since Charles couldn’t move quickly, Erik knew he could get him to talk.
Erik, shrugged his shoulder and reached one hand and pinched Charles side on his lower rib case, making him gasp and swat his hand.
“Wh-what are you doing? Have you gone mad?”
“No, actually. I’m thinking quite clearly.” He reached out and pinched the other side and received the same reaction. “If you won’t tell me what’s bothering you, I’ll make you talk!”
Charles tried to push his arms on the couch to scoot himself away in his wheelchair, but Erik used his powers and locked the wheels. “Now where do you think you are going? We are just getting started.”
“Erik, don’t.” Charles said sternly, not smiling the least bit. Erik knew he had touched a nerve. He moved over on the couch closer and moved the wheelchair that had his helpless friend in it, so it was facing him directly.
Using his powers again, he moved the belt buckles on the wheelchair and tied them around Charles’ wrists, tying them to the arms of the wheelchair. “Now this is better.” Erik said softly, with still a smile on his face. He reached both hands out to his lower ribs and gently squeezed them up and down, moving his fingers in between each trapped rib.
“Naaaa, Noooo Errrriikkkk! Sttttoooo-ooopppp!”
“Tell me what’s bothering you and I will”, although Erik secretly hoped he would hold out a little longer, because this was too much fun for him!
Erik pulled his hands back for just a second, and then shot them up into his armpits, earning a huge gasp and squeal, not one he had ever heard from his friend before. He again pulled his hands back out. “I think I found a nice, tender spot; wouldn’t you say?”
Charles was shaking his head frantically, pulling hard with his arms, trying to protect himself.
“I think we’ll go back there.” And this time he moved at a turtle’s speed, reached slowly towards the professors under arms again, which now had a small, sweat stain peering through his nice, button-down shirt.
Still shaking his head, and gathering his breath, he was stammering, “Not, th-there, pl-please.”
Erik still moving at the same speed had Charles laughing already, and he was even being tickled yet. “No, no, not until you tell me.” Charles just kept shaking his head no, cheeks flushed and sweat glistening his face.
Erik then moved quickly back to his under arms and massaged them like before, sending the professor almost shooting straight out of his wheelchair if he could. Erik’s mouth grinning, slightly opened was softly squishing and digging into the sweaty flesh, sending Charles into hysterics, throwing his head back and forth, pushing his upper body as much as he could to get away.
Charles was gasping and not laughing aloud anymore, so he pulled back, crossed his legs, and gave him a few seconds to breath. “Well, what will it be? Answering a simple question to a friend who only wants to help you, or continue to be stubborn and allow me to find other sweet spots?”
Charles starting to catch his breath, still shaking his head no, with a huge smile splattered across his face, “No, please, hold on, just hold on for a minute.” As he said this, Erik reached out and tickled behind his ear, making him turn his head quickly to out maneuver it. “Ok, ok. Damn, Erik, you are relentless. I’ll tell you, and then please stop!”
“Deal.”
Charles took a few more breaths, leaned back in his wheelchair, feeling a bit safer.
“I was trying to get to the couch because some students were sitting there, showing each other some photos, and wanted me to see them.” He paused; the seriousness started coming back to his face. “I believe it was out of habit, the on student tapped the seat on the couch next to him, as to say sit here and I’ll show you. I know he didn’t mean anything by it and immediately felt embarrassed by his action, which made me feel worse.”
He paused again, looking at Erik, who was looking back at his helpless friend. “I don’t want people to feel embarrassed around me, or feel they have to do anything special to accommodate me.”
“Isn’t that what we all do here, accommodate to each person’s unique abilities? Why are you so different?”
“I’m not.” He paused to think about that. “I do understand what you’re saying though.” Erik just nodded his head.
“Do you feel a little better?” Erik was standing in front of Charles now, looking down.
“Yes, but please, do me a favor?”
Erik started to walk away and turned his head. “And what’s that?”
“Don’t ever do that to me again.” Erik huffed a laughed and then realized he might never be able to take his helmet off again. Oh well. It was worth it.
