mutantleech:

professor-x-student:

Whoops..

“dammit! im not supposed to be thinking about erik naked at this time in the morning!”

mutantleech:

professor-x-student:

Whoops..

“dammit! im not supposed to be thinking about erik naked at this time in the morning!”







If we could read the mind of Charles.

If we could read the mind of Charles.



Erik: Do you want milk and sugar? Charles: …

Erik: Do you want milk and sugar?
Charles: …


fuileachd:

lol so true

fuileachd:

lol so true


funiculi-funicula:


Shuffle synopsis meme (suggested by anon)Cast: James McAvoy, Michael FassbenderSong: Hard to Live In the City - Albert Hammond Jr.
So just lay your head down low, don’t let anybody knowThat it’s hard to live, so hard to live in the city
New Yorker Bailey (McAvoy), who has recently come to terms with his sexuality, meets Russell (Fassbender) - an Englishman in America on a business trip - and they strike up a deal: Russell will personally guide Bailey through The Joy of Gay Sex if he gives Russell the ultimate crash course to surviving New York, with no strings attached and no emotions involved.
But when they start to fall for the other against their better judgement, each pretend to still have adhered to their initial agreement while trying to make the best of Russell’s 50 days in the city.

#also there’s a scene where they steal a Vespa 

funiculi-funicula:

Shuffle synopsis meme (suggested by anon)
Cast:
James McAvoy, Michael Fassbender
Song:
Hard to Live In the City - Albert Hammond Jr.

So just lay your head down low, don’t let anybody know
That it’s hard to live, so hard to live in the city

New Yorker Bailey (McAvoy), who has recently come to terms with his sexuality, meets Russell (Fassbender) - an Englishman in America on a business trip - and they strike up a deal: Russell will personally guide Bailey through The Joy of Gay Sex if he gives Russell the ultimate crash course to surviving New York, with no strings attached and no emotions involved.

But when they start to fall for the other against their better judgement, each pretend to still have adhered to their initial agreement while trying to make the best of Russell’s 50 days in the city.

#also there’s a scene where they steal a Vespa 


#It’s  one of their first rides out to find another mutant for their  department at the CIA, and they’re being entirely unprofessional. Or  Charles is, anyway. Erik tries to keep his focus on the road, but every  minute or so there’s a flash of something that Charles sends him, a  thought or an image that has the same message, somewhere along the lines  of, ‘I’d like to fuck you into the upholstery.’ They’ve been driving  for under an hour and still have a ways to go, headed out east to talk  to a girl that works as a dancer, when Erik cracks. He laughs and  glances over, Charles trying to look at him innocently despite the  knowing smile breaking out on his face. ‘Do you want me to pull over?’  Erik asks and Charles grins then, wide and suggestive, and Erik doesn’t  need to be a telepath to know his answer. He pulls over to the side of  the road easily, turning the engine off and reaching for his seat belt.  Before he can pop it out, Charles suddenly slides into his lap, pushing  him hard into the seat and grinding down on his crotch. Erik gasps and  rocks upward instinctively, their hips already so well practiced in  moving fluid and easy together. ‘My, aren’t you eager,’ Erik laughs and  Charles winks, sending another thought straight into Erik’s mind, dirty  enough to make his cock jump and swell without being touched. Erik rocks  up against Charles again and groans, ‘We’ll never get any work done at  this rate.’ Charles leans down and presses kiss after kiss against  Erik’s lips, mumbling between each one, ‘All work and no play makes Jack  a very sexually frustrated boy.’

#It’s one of their first rides out to find another mutant for their department at the CIA, and they’re being entirely unprofessional. Or Charles is, anyway. Erik tries to keep his focus on the road, but every minute or so there’s a flash of something that Charles sends him, a thought or an image that has the same message, somewhere along the lines of, ‘I’d like to fuck you into the upholstery.’ They’ve been driving for under an hour and still have a ways to go, headed out east to talk to a girl that works as a dancer, when Erik cracks. He laughs and glances over, Charles trying to look at him innocently despite the knowing smile breaking out on his face. ‘Do you want me to pull over?’ Erik asks and Charles grins then, wide and suggestive, and Erik doesn’t need to be a telepath to know his answer. He pulls over to the side of the road easily, turning the engine off and reaching for his seat belt. Before he can pop it out, Charles suddenly slides into his lap, pushing him hard into the seat and grinding down on his crotch. Erik gasps and rocks upward instinctively, their hips already so well practiced in moving fluid and easy together. ‘My, aren’t you eager,’ Erik laughs and Charles winks, sending another thought straight into Erik’s mind, dirty enough to make his cock jump and swell without being touched. Erik rocks up against Charles again and groans, ‘We’ll never get any work done at this rate.’ Charles leans down and presses kiss after kiss against Erik’s lips, mumbling between each one, ‘All work and no play makes Jack a very sexually frustrated boy.’