celestialdeth:

mshotpants:

the AU in which charles takes the train home one day and realised the guy sitting in the corner stared at him the entire time

The windows on the train are cold, and harsh, and not very comfortable when you lean your head against them because of the vibrations, Charles finds, but he doesn’t care all that much. He’s tired, tired of most things. He looks out the window and he’s thinking about all these things that are making him tired, and in hindsight, they’re pretty stupid. He’s thinking about his classes, the kids in his class that just don’t get it and how he’s going to pull through the semester without more budget cuts, he’s thinking about the groceries he has to buy and the laundry he has to do and Raven’s birthday next week, and how he needs to call his lawyer’s about the estate because that bastard Marko finally left, and he’s thinking about all these things and thinks about how much he doesn’t want to think about it. Frankly it’s exhausting. And stupid. There are so many other things he can be worried about now.

He’s lovely, he hears someone think, above the myriad of other voices. Most of them are an intelligible blur now, as they are most days. If he tried to concentrate on all of them at once, he’d probably succumb to a seizure or something equally nasty, so he keeps his mind in a hazy mist, for the most part. But this voice, it’s hitting him through the void, and it’s such a nice thought really, it’s got hints of appreciation, admiration, desire, and at once it’s so simple and chaotic, so much more beautiful than anyone else around him. The nasty thoughts, the vain, the stupid and the downright head ache inducing thoughts, but this one….this one is different.

Look at him, the voice says, look at him, he’s so….so gorgeous. Charles furrows his brows together, mostly irritated because he wants to look, but he contains himself, he doesn’t go burrowing through people’s minds needlessly, but oh he wants to look, wants to see the one who is at the receiving end of these lovely thoughts, these thoughts that shouldn’t be hidden away.

They are beautiful and cruel. It’s a crime to keep these thoughts silent.

Look at him, he’s not even aware. He’s so devastating. How can he not know what he looks like? It’s a crime. Oh god but he’s so lovely. His lips, christ, what I would do with those lips….

Charles leans away from the railing and straightens his head slightly. Okay, maybe he shouldn’t be listening to this….but he wants to, because this mind taste’s so delicious. It’s unlike any mind he’s ever listened to. He shouldn’t listen, he shouldn’t, but god if it isn’t hard to stop…..

Those lips, so red, fuck, how would they taste, I want to bite them, they look so soft, I want them around my cock, how would he look, stretched around me?…

Oh, he really should stop now, this is getting to private….

His eyes are stunning, so big and blue, I wonder how he would look in tears, all watery, begging me to let him come, or when the back of my cock hits his throat…

Charles breathes slowly, but he can’t stop listening, it’s addicting, it feels like someone is whispering these dirty, wonderful things into his ear, it feels like such a beautiful want why can’t anyone ever feel this way about him?

I would have him, on his hands and knees, against a wall, while he begs, I bet he would look so beautiful, gasping for me, red mouth open, hair wet, fuck I would have him on this fucking train, fuck, just look at me, please look at me, I want you, you’re gorgeous, I want you, let me fuck you beautiful, I would treat you so right, I’d make you feel so good if only you would look at me darling please god please LOOK-

And Charles looks.

Christ.

It’s him.

He looks over and he see’s a stunning man, with a hard jaw and handsome features, with these stormy grey eyes.

This man has been staring at him the entire time, with such an intensity that Charles has never known. How could he have missed those eyes baring into him.

God, they’re killer’s eyes, eyes that made you want to cower before them lest they look at you in fury.

They don’t. They’re full of lust and determination and sick satisfaction.

Yes….he’s looking at me….

And he is. Charles looks back. He doesn’t smile. He just looks at the man across from him, this beautiful man that is thinking filthy thoughts about him, him, and it’s the most heartbreaking thing in the world.

He doesn’t smile.

But he does look back with the same, determined, longing stare.

excellent…I love the Brandon/Charles ship here…wow….very good.