Beard is the Word

Inspiration: Several pictures of Michael Fassbender and his well-known ginger pride. Doesn't mean Erik is feeling the same way :3

Title inspiration: Family Guy.

Erik stood in front of the mirror, scratching his chin. His beard already itched, for he hadn't shaved it in three days. It was definitely time.

He reached out for his razor and shaving foam that lay in the mirror cabinet.

Suddenly, he heard a certain, very cheeky voice in his head.

Don't you dare.

He chuckled. „What is it, Charles?" he asked towards his bedroom.

The telepath stepped into the bathroom, only wearing his pajama boxers. Erik traced his bare upper body in the mirror before looking back into that wonderful pair of blue eyes. Charles yawned. Then he stepped forward and took the razor and foam from Erik's hands.

„The beard stays where it is," he said sleepily. Erik was positive that Charles had still been asleep when he left the bed.

„Why?" Erik looked at Charles in the mirror and quirked an eyebrow.

The professor rose his hand to softly stroke Erik's stubby cheek. „It's sexy."

„It's itching."

„It's manly," Charles retorted, winking salaciously.

„It's also ginger," Erik said, reaching for the razor again, but Charles quickly hid it behind his back.

A soft hand was placed under his chin, turning his head towards the light. Charles chuckled lightly. „Actually, it is. I never noticed."

Erik sighed. „So, may I have the razor now, please?"

„No, not going to happen. I still don't see anything wrong with it. The ginger beard suits you a lot - considering your temper..." Charles teased.

Erik's eyebrows rose up on his forehead. „You really like the beard that much?"

Charles shrugged his shoulders. „Well, it's your decision, but as for me... if you just shave it here and here-" he softly stroked Erik's cheek again, „so that's it's not a full beard, I'd find that pretty attractive, you know."

„Well, then I'll do it, but only under one condition," Erik smirked.

„Which would be...?"

„You grow yours, too."

Charles drew his lips to an annoyed expression, then pondered for a moment, considering the suggestion. Erik watched him amused.

„Okay, I'm with you."

„Damn, Charles, I was almost sure you'd say no," Erik laughed.

„That just proves that you're not the telepath," Charles teased. „And now, please come back to bed. Just to remind you - It's Sunday, we can sleep for another couple hours."

The professor threw the razor into the wash basin, took Erik's hand and pulled him towards the large bed. They landed in the sheets, legs entangled and Erik hovering over Charles.

Erik smiled shortly before he bent down to kiss his boyfriend lovingly and without haste.

Suddenly, Charles placed his hands on his shoulders and shoved him away softly.

The metalbender watched him questioningly, one eyebrow raised to his forehead.

Charles chuckled uncomfortably. „I think I'll have to correct myself."

„Yes, go on," a smirk he just couldn't suppress spread on Erik's face at this.

„The mustache needs to be shaved off as well," he coughed.

„It scratches while kissing, right?"

Charles nodded, blushing slightly.

„Well, yours doesn't," Erik answered, smirking widely while softly stroking the other man's upper lip, where a soft fluff was growing.

Charles just poked him and shot a deathly glare at him.

„But okay, I'll shave it off."

The telepath smiled, his fingers now trailing down Erik's jaw and over his neck to his bare chest. He shivered shortly.

„Are you sure we should actually sleep for these few last hours of the morning?" Erik asked innocently. „There's something on my mind that I'd rather want to do instead..."

Charles grinned, and they sank into the pillows once more.

THE END.

Like I said, just a little ficlet. Hope you liked it? Be sure to check out my other Cherik-stories as well :)