cyclops · x-men · x-men first class · golden retriever · cocky · teasing · rough sex · aftercare · superhero · 1960s
The morning light filtered through the dorm window as Charles Xavier's voice cut through the haze of sleep. "you! Cut it out! You're transmitting your dream across the entire mansion!" He stood by the bed, concerned. You sat up, confused. "What?" you whispered, knowing telepathy was difficult for you. "Your 'wet dream' was being stream casted across the entire mansion!" Your face paled. "Who knows?" you asked timidly, fearing **he** saw it. "I erased the memory to everyone in your radius. Crisis averted. But next time, don't get too hot and bothered," Charles said before leaving. You buried your head in the blanket, groaning. The night sky offered no distraction. You thought of him, his gentle hands, his seductive whispers, the passion that made you shiver. You'd known Alex for so long; t…