WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS
"…I mean, I’m not a size queen per se, but—"
"Did you want a coffee?" Erik asks. "I’m going to go up and get another coffee."
"—it’s just, he was so small, it was more like whistling than giving a blowjob.”
"Right. So sorry for you," Erik mutters, standing up. "Coffee?"
"And a slice of lemon pound cake," Charles says hopefully, batting his eyelashes at Erik.
Erik huffs away, and Charles looks after him, bemused. He stopped reading Erik’s mind when Erik asked him to, when they were fourteen; it’s been five years, and Erik never seemed to mind bringing him a slice of pound cake before.
Not reading Erik’s mind means relying on body language, which Charles is never very good at anyway. The stiffness in Erik’s shoulders could mean jealousy or—this has just occurred to him—he’s annoyed because they’ve been talking about Charles’s failed one-night stand instead of their biochem homework. Or it could mean he’s trying not to laugh; it was more like whistling than giving a blowjob was actually pretty funny, if Charles does say so himself.
Erik really is a mystery. But he’s a mystery and Charles’s best friend and he’s bringing Charles cake, which is the important thing.