#i practice almost complete abstinence for a particular behaviour but if you forced abstinence onto me i would be livid and scared...

[uncanny-tranny]

Part of harm reduction is recognizing that abstinence or sobriety, whenever these terms are applicable, is not the inherent goal for so many people. Forcing complete abstinence or sobriety can absolutely be detrimental, which is why we must not idealize either one or force it on people. It should be an option, yes, but that does not mean it is the only option or the only option worth pursuing.

[cherikyassss]

This is, most certainly, not where Charles wants to be.

When he agreed to come with Hank on this trip it was supposed to be purely academic in nature- research, conferences, maybe the odd drink in a local bar if appropriate. Charles isn’t opposed to having fun, but being very modest and very English there are certain situations he just doesn’t expect to find himself in.

Like being on a nudist beach, for example.

The hot midday sun is bearing down as Charles cautiously wanders across the sand, keeping his gaze firmly downwards as he uses the items he is carrying to preserve his decency. Once he locates a suitable location to, well, hide Charles lays his beach towel under a waiting umbrella and lies down upon it- resting his head against the rucksack placed behind him and propping an open book in his lap to strategically conceal his member.

It’s not that Charles is shy, necessarily, rather that he doesn’t wish to attract undue attention. His reasons for being on the beach are of paramount importance; the small device that Hank created as a sort of ‘miniature Cerebo’ to detect nearby mutants had reacted unnaturally strongly earlier that day, suggesting to them both that there was a very powerful mutant in the immediate vicinity. Of course, the nature of the device means that pinpointing the exact location of said mutant is nigh-impossible, and Charles and Hank are forced to search an area of perhaps three square miles; a large proportion of which just happens to be a nudist beach.

Hank had point-blank refused to venture onto the beach, given that would mean him having to remove his shoes and expose his simian-like feet, so Charles was left facing this particular mission alone.

It’s nothing that he can’t handle though, Charles reminds himself as he surveys the scene. There are various people dotted about the beach each going about their own business, and Charles uses his telepathy to subtly flit across the minds in the area- skimming for information whilst ensuring his intrusion remains undetected. Things are going fine and Charles is beginning to relax in the slightly awkward situation, but then he gets completely distracted…

There’s a man emerging from the water, and Charles feels his mind before he sees him. Charles’ immediate reaction is one of awe and wonder- the man’s psyche is strong and disciplined, with multiple layers that Charles yearns to sort through. Charles has always favoured a strong mind, and has been known to actively seek out those with strong mental presences so he can engage them in thoughtful conversation. But then the lower half of the man rises from the water, and all intellectual thoughts are promptly shelved…

Charles’ mouth gapes slightly as he watches the man rise from the ocean- his body like a statue carved from fine marble; taut muscles and silky expanses of skin all glistening in the sunlight. Although the man’s torso is undeniably fine Charles’ eyes are focused decidedly lower, and the size queen within Charles practically shudders with glee at the sight of the man’s impressive cock.

It’s perhaps a full minute before Charles realises he is staring, and none too subtly, but by this point the man is already walking distinctly in Charles’ direction and Charles fumbles for excuses that might enable him to explain his lecherous behaviour. It doesn’t even occur to Charles to just use his telepathy to make the man forget his staring- for reasons he can’t explain Charles doesn’t want to corrupt this stranger’s mind, even though the consequences of such abstinence might prove rather embarrassing.

Charles settles for just averting his attention to the book in his lap- eyes frantically darting over the pages as he attempts to pretend he is completely engrossed in his studies and not at all daydreaming about mouthing up the side of the man’s large cock. It’s a poor show, and when Charles’ own member starts to predictably stir in interest he is forced to hastily position the open book back over his lap in an attempt to conceal his excitement.

“Good book?”

Charles inwardly curses as he realises the man is now standing to the side of him, and when he turns to look he is immediately greeted with an eyeful of cock, though part of him wishes it were a mouthful…

“Um, hi…” Charles starts, forcing his gaze upwards past an impossibly slim waist to meet the man’s eyes. The face that stares down at him is undeniably attractive, and is sporting a wide and rather menacing grin that makes Charles’ heart pound in anticipation.

“Yes…” Charles continues. “It’s, um, an interesting read…”

“I’m a little surprised to hear that, considering you’ve spent the past few minutes looking decidedly elsewhere. It’s almost like something else captured your attention…”

The blush that creeps over Charles’ face is immediate, and telling. He knows how clearly heat shows on his pale skin, and his mouth falls open wordlessly as he tries to think of something clever to say, but for once he is at a loss for words. Fortunately at that moment the man gives out a short laugh before he drops down to lie on his side next to Charles, meaning Charles is no longer forced to pretend he doesn’t see the sizeable obscenity in his periphery.

Of course, as it turns out this new situation is not much better. The man lies facing Charles with his head propped up on one arm, and as he settles into position his member shifts and drops against the sand, and Charles’ eyes follow the movement before he realises what he’s doing and corrects himself. By that point it’s too late, and when Charles looks back up the man’s grin is even wider than before and Charles’ cock is making a break for freedom beneath the folded book.

“It’s heavy, isn’t it…?”

“What?” Charles splutters.

“The book”, the man clarifies, nodding down to Charles’ lap. “When most people go the beach they bring something light to read, but I don’t think ‘On the Origin of Species’ really fits into that category”.

“Ah, well, I’m a genetics professor…” Charles explains. “So it’s kind of required reading”.

“Really? That’s interesting. Do you specialise in a particular field?”

Charles takes a deep breath as he stares into the man’s intense green-grey-blue eyes before he replies: “Mutation”, and the look he receives in response confirms what Charles is already beginning to suspect.

The smile on the man’s face fades, but there is a certain interest in his eyes that makes Charles lean a bit closer in the prospect of hope.

“Erik Lehnsherr”, the man says, offering his hand.

Charles ensures one hand is firmly keeping his book in place before he reaches with the other to accept Erik’s handshake.

“Professor Charles Xavier”, Charles replies, before inwardly chastising himself for showing off. He can’t deny that he is eager to impress Erik though, not just because he fancies him, but because he’s still whirling from just the smallest impression of Erik’s mind that he gleaned and he wants desperately to explore further.

“Erik… I came to this beach today looking for someone, and I think that person is you”.

Erik’s grin is back, and as he leans a bit closer Charles can’t help but notice the way Erik’s eyes flit across his lips, or help the way he immediately licks them in response.

“My my, Charles- how very forward. Perhaps you’re not as demure as you first appear to be…”

“Ah, no- wait, I didn’t mean–” Charles starts, fumbling over the words and disliking the way Erik’s smile immediately begins to fade reactively. “What I mean is, I’m here on business- searching for, um, gifted individuals- someone with immense power, in particular. Do you know what I’m talking about?”

Erik’s face grows serious, and Charles is instantly crestfallen by the way Erik appears to visibly recoil.

“Oh, I see… You study mutations, right? That’s what you want from me?”

“Well, yes, but–”

“Not interested”, Erik replies gruffly, starting to sit up before Charles grasps him desperately on one arm.

It’s an effort for Charles to keep a hold on Erik whilst also trying to ensure the book doesn’t slip from his lap, particularly as he feels the taut and firm muscles of Erik’s bicep underneath his fingers and his arousal deepens in response. Erik stops moving but he doesn’t fully turn back around, he just quirks an eyebrow at Charles as if he is waiting for him to continue.

“My friend, I’m like you…” Charles offers, beginning to stroke his fingertips against Erik’s arm in an attempt to soothe him. “I’m… a telepath. I’m not going to hurt you, I swear, I’d just like to talk to you- to get to know you better. Please…”

Erik’s expression softens, and Charles feels some of the tension leave Erik’s body. He stares at Charles for a long moment as if he’s considering something, before he emits a low sigh and returns to his position lying next to Charles.

“And here I thought you were checking me out…” Erik says eventually, and Charles’ heart soars at the way Erik almost sounds disappointed.

“I was…” Charles replies, flashing Erik a flirty grin and revelling in the way Erik brightens in response.

“So, what now?” Erik asks. “Do you want to go somewhere more private and talk?”

The idea of that sounds extremely appealing to Charles, but he knows that any sudden movements would likely result in him embarrassing himself horribly and he can’t bear the thought of Erik being put off by his obvious need.

“Um, could we just… stay here for a few minutes… Or you could go, and I’ll finish this last chapter and come meet you”.

Erik’s expression is thoughtful and slightly confused, but when his eyes drop down to the book in Charles’ lap and Charles immediately grasps it tighter defensively he seems to understand.

“Charles…” Erik murmurs, reaching down.

Erik lifts the book gently as he peers underneath, and Charles immediately closes his eyes in embarrassment as Erik begins to chuckle softly. Charles is seconds away from using his telepathy to extract himself from the uncomfortable situation before the book is released and careful, callused fingers move to caress Charles’ chin, and he opens his eyes to find Erik grinning at him wickedly.

“I’ve always loved this book”, Erik smirks.

Charles lets out a relieved laugh in response as Erik’s hand begins to move- fingertips trailing down the side of Charles’ neck and across his chest and gliding across the sensitive skin of his stomach.

“I don’t suppose you bought a second copy…” Erik continues, and as Charles drops his gaze he can’t suppress the audible gasp that comes out as a result of seeing Erik’s slowly hardening cock.

When Charles shakes his head Erik smiles again, and there’s a mischievous look in his eyes that Charles doesn’t understand until Erik says: “Well I guess we’ll have to improvise then”, and with a flick of his fingers the umbrella above them drops down to conceal them from view.

Charles lets out a slight yelp in surprise, but then Erik’s lips are on his mouth and all sensible thought is lost, and when the book is pushed aside Charles has just enough practicality to use his telepathy to form a barrier around the both of them before Erik’s hands are wandering, and he is lost to the touch.