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[balancingminds]

The compartment isn't as elegant as the ones in Europe but it will do and Charles has found them a comfortable one to get north.

There's space enough for them both to stretch out and since its not a heavy time, they have a measure of privacy, and the club car's not far away.

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[markedformore]

Erik gives a sound that says it will remain to be seen, finishing off his beer and reclining back on the seat, trying to shake the tension loose that still resonates of being on a train. "I much prefer to fly or drive, you know. For next time."

[balancingminds]

"I'll remember that,"

He takes the last sips of his beer and shifts so his leg is just nudging Erik's.

[markedformore]

The simplicity of the touch stuns Erik with how comforting it is and he closes his eyes, focusing on that rather than his memories. It also makes him wish they were not in public at the moment. "How long until we're there?"

[balancingminds]

Charles closes his eyes to listen to the stops as he moves his foot up and down Erik's ankle,

"We're passing through Wilmington, we'll stop at Philadelphia, Trenton and Newark before New York. Its about three more hours, less if the track is fast."

[markedformore]

Erik stands and closes the door to their compartment so that they have some privacy, standing and blocking the window with his body. "Well, three hours is a very long time," he says. "And unless there are any mutants on the train to recruit, there's little to fill our time. Perhaps a nap?"

[balancingminds]

"It is, yes, lots of time,"

He loves that smile of Erik's and smiles up at him.

[markedformore]

"Do you think you might be able to use your powers and suggest that no one pays much attention to our compartment?" Erik wonders, still standing at the door.

[balancingminds]

"Yes, that's easy enough to manage,"

It takes a bit of concentration but not much to suggest that conductors and passengers pass by the compartment.

[markedformore]

Erik glances out the window, waving for a moment to test Charles' success. When he finds it's been done properly, his grin widens into something predatorial as he advances, perching on the edge of his seat as he slides his fingers up the inseam of Charles' trousers.

[balancingminds]

He gasps with pleased surprise at the touch and the look on Erik's face,

"You look like you're going to devour me."

[markedformore]

"Don't be ridiculous," Erik chides, continuing with his fingers. "That comes later," he says, spreading his own knees wide as he leans in. "I believe there was some talk of mounting?"

[balancingminds]

"I'm not, its the way you smile. Climbing,"

Charles leans forward to kiss Erik as he clutches at the seat, Erik's fingers are making it hard to think.

[markedformore]

Erik kisses back with eager abandon, cupping Charles' jaw to help control the movement as best as he can, leaning forward to deepen it. Three hours is a very long time before they have to begin their work and he plans to take advantage of it.

[balancingminds]

He shifts is other hand to get it into Erik's hair, messing it up as he braces against the other seat.

Its a fairly smooth train but he knows these tracks and they have their bumpy moments.

[markedformore]

Erik lets out a low sound of approval and delight, easing back only to catch his breath before he uses his powers to slide down the zip of Charles' trousers, beginning to move towards the devouring they'd spoken of only moments ago.

[balancingminds]

Again Charles gasps, he's never done this on a train and the feel of Erik's power gives an added thrill. No one's nearby and he strokes Erik's hair.

[markedformore]

Erik smirks as he slides down in between Charles' knees, spreading them a bit wider as he settles on his knees comfortably, drawing Charles' length from his trousers and using one hand to support while he wraps his lips around it, content to be this daring, here.

[balancingminds]

Its incredibly daring and not something Charles would ever dare but Erik brings out aspects of himself he doesn't know.

He groans, his hand tightening in Erik's hair as he tries to not lose himself too much.

[markedformore]

Erik does hope that Charles is keeping up his end of the bargain, but he's not sure he cares if he isn't. He's locked the door, melted it shut with his powers, and now takes his time to suck Charles, slow and steady, careful and cautious, hoping that this is something he will never forget.

He feels daring, on their way to a risqué club, and he wishes to lead them into the mood.

[balancingminds]

He is, the world won't see them, the art of concentrating while distracted is something he perfected as a teenager.

Erik's lips are stretching his skills but he will manage as he arches into Erik, trying to keep quiet, his hand in Erik's hair tugging harder as he moans.

[markedformore]

Erik is fastidious and serious and determined now that he's taken to his task. Any teasing has fallen away as he takes joy and delight in how Charles sounds as he brings him off with his mouth, never hesitating or pausing.

[balancingminds]

Charles groans, arching into Erik as he stifles a cry and projects out a feeling of contentment to the train car.

[markedformore]

It sends a shockwave through Erik that he tries to weather, but it's no use. The happiness settles into his bones and he ends up curling closer to Charles, a daring move next in how deep he takes him.

[balancingminds]

"Sorry,"

He hadn't meant to project and adjusts his shields as he strokes Erik's hair.

[markedformore]

Erik doesn't pull away, only makes a vibrating sound that's meant to say he really doesn't overly mind. He slips his hand further back to knead at Charles' balls, only drawing back to draw a sharp, deep breath of air. "Shall I go on?" he asks, voice throaty.