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“Nicky darling” Sarah opens the bedroom door as Charlie’s eyes snap open and he sits up, pulling the covers over his chest when he realizes he’s shirtless, “Oh, sorry loves, I was just coming around to collect laundry, how are you Charlie dear?” she smiles genuinely at Charlie who’s entire face is bright red, his elbow digging into Nick’s torso next to him.
“Sorry Sarah, I guess we slept in. I’ll take care of our laundry, don't worry” Charlie manges to cough out. He wants to get up and start collecting the clothes scattered around the floor, where they were left from their sexcapades last night, but he’s still naked under the covers so that is definelty not a choice he will be making with his boyfriend's mom in the room.
“Oh nonsense dear, I’m putting laundry in anyway, I’ll only grab what’s here in the hamper” she winks, “How was Christian’s last night? Did you guys have fun?” Sarah grabs the clothes from the basket, which isn’t much, mostly just both of their travel clothes since they only just got back into town.
He rubs the back of his neck, his foot digging into Nick’s leg trying desperately to wake him, “Yea, it was nice to see everyone again. We actually have brunch later with the Paris squad also, so it will be nice to catch up” Nick mumbles something unintelgiable and smacks his lips as he turns the opposite way in bed, still dead asleep, and Charlie tries desperately not to growl in irritation at him.
“Oh good. Will you be staying a lot over summer?”
Charlie bites his lip, “Um, probably, if it’s not too much of a bother”
“Oh never dear. Do you want to leave your meal plan on the counter for me? I was going to do lasagna tonight but if you need something different I am more than happy to adapt” She smiles warmly at him and the ease that she cares for his needs even years after he was hospitalized still amazes him, especially when his mom still makes it sixty perfect of both their personalilites.
“Lasanga would be perfect. Actually my meal plans have been a bit lax lately. Usually as long as I know what options are I’ve been able to manage it effectlily.” He relaxes slightly, Sarah always has that effect on him. It’s probably one of the reason’s she makes such a wonderful nurse.
“Well I’ll leave you two alone” befroe she closes the door the fake whispers, “Make sure to really stress how terrible this was when Nicky wakes up. That boy can sleep through anything” she laughs and Charlie can’t help but laugh along with her as she shuts the door in her wake.
Nick pulls the blanket over his head, “Too early” he mumbles into the pillow.
“Oh you have got to be fucking kidding me Nelson, were you awake and just left me to deal with that humiliating moment all by myself?” Charlie grabs a pillow and smacks it across Nick’s back.
“It’s just my mom. I mean this time she didn’t catch us with our dicks in our mouths, that was humiliating.” He shifts, wrapping his arms around Charlie’s waist and pulling him into his body.
“Do not remind me. I didn’t stay over for the rest of the week over spring break because of that.” Charlie hrumphed, trying to stay irritated.
“Char, she’s a nurse, she’s seen it all, and she knows we are consenting adults in love. She is well aware neither of us are virgins at this point.”
“If your mother coming in here this morning did not kill my morning wood, you talking about how your mother knows we are having sex would have” Charlie responds dryly.
Nick smirks, eyes still closed, “I can probably change that”
“Not while your mom is home you can’t”
“Guess I’m lucky I came twice last night if my mums such a cockblock”
“Nichaols Luke Nelson!” Charlie scolds, burning his face in Nick’s chest, “You are terrible”
Charlie can feel the rumble of Nick’s laugh more than hear it, and as much as he is slightly embarrassed, he also knows that Nick is right. Sarah knows they sleep together, hell they used to have sleepovers back when they were both still at Truham, although back then they always managed to dress in pajamas after sex in case they were walked in on they wouldn’t be naked, where now, Charlie enjoyed the ability to wake up and feel all of Nick still against him, a habit they have fallen into when they are not at parental houses.
“You know she’s gonna want to chat and catch up together right?” Nick kisses the top of Charlie’s head as he nods.
“Yeah I know. You really should talk to her about you doing your own laundry. You do it at Leeds you can do it at home”
“I can, she knows I can. But she likes feeling needed when I’m home. She’s mentioned it a few times, that when the house is empty she feels like she has less purpose. It’s one of the reasons she’s taken on the night shifts at the hospital. She wants those with younger children to be able to be home with them, she's being useful to her coworkers.”
“You’re mother is the best human alive love”
Nick smiles, tangling his fingers with Charlies, “Yea, I know.” He pauses and brings their joined hands to his lips, kissing Charlie’s knuckles. Charlie loves that his heart still flutters when Nick does small gestures like that. “How’d you sleep?”
“Mhh, really good. How about you? Are you sore?”
Nick wiggles as if gauging, “No. I mean maybe a little but more in the ‘I was fucked six ways to sunday by my amazing boyfriend’ then in the ‘I’m feeling it and it hurts’ way”
Charlie laughs, “It was really good sex wasn’t it?”
Nick nods, leaning in to connect their lips in a slow kiss. It wasn’t a kiss going anywhere, they had to get up and get ready for brunch not to mention Sarah was home, but it was a reconnection. A kiss to reestablish themselves after being separated while away at school and looking forward to the entire summer they have stretched out before them.
“I need to brush my teeth and shower Nick” Charlie says in a whisper not wanting to break the spell of intimate moment but also well aware that they will receive unrelenting hell if they skip brunch with the squard, mostly from Darcy themselves.
“Oh great idea, I love when you taste like toothpaste. Like the first time we kissed at your house.” He smiles into Charlie’s mouth and Charlie almost forgets what they were talking about. “Let’s go shower.”
“Nicholas, I am not showering together while your mother is here”
“Why, she wou-”
“-Wouldn’t care, I know, but I do.”
Nick smiles, “I know, but you really can’t blame me for trying. I’ve missed my sexy boyfriend. He’s been running a lot more in uni and he is so fucking fit. His arse is looking quite fuckable these days”
Charlie gets out of bed as he rolls his eyes at Nick’s remarks and wiggles his arse a little extra as he pulls up a pair of joggers, pretending he doesn’t love how much Nick affirms him with his words, his cheeks blushing. Charlie’s gotten much more comfortable in his skin then he was when they started having sex, but hearing your boyfriend remind you how attracted he is to you never hurts.
“Does your mom work tonight, I know she mentioned making lasanga?” He tries to not sounds hopeful. He really does want to spend some time with Sarah, but he wants to spend more time with Nick.
“I think she has the late shift again so she’ll be gone around nine”
Charlie leans back onto the bed with one knee, connecting their lips again, “Perfect, because tonight it’s your turn to fuck me, since my arse is ‘so fuckable’.” and with that he spins around and heads out the door to shower, with a very satisfied smug smile on his face as he hears Nick groan into a pillow.
Charlie gets dressed quickly after his shower, making tea while it was Nick’s turn, chatting with Sarah as she prepped the lasagna for tonight. When the water is boiled he busys himself with pouring tea into Nick’s favorite ‘N’ mug, along with the matching ‘C’ mug Nick got him for Christmas a few years ago.
Everytime Charlie used it he could imagine their future together. He could imagine what their home would look like, a small apartment with almost no kitchen space. Just enough room for their mugs and kettle on the counter, bookshelves filled with books and movies, if he was lucky, maybe his electronic drum kit.
He could imagine them using their initial mugs when they got their own house, Nick’s almost completely faded and Charlie’s chipped from where it got knocked in the drying rack once, but still always their favorite mugs to use. A kitchen big enough for Nick to bake in, a guest room that could double as an office for Charlie, maybe a kids room down the road.
He smiled to himself as he removed the teabags, splashing milk in his own and passing Nick his with an effortlessness that would only grow in the coming years as they sat down with Sarah at the table, chatting about classes and summer plans.
Nick is telling his mom the story of the last time they met in Leicester at their usual hotel (a story Charlie would never tell his own mother) and how the clerk had admitted to them he thought they were having affairs from their significant others for months before realizing they were just long distance boyfriends, sending up a bottle of wine to their room as an apology. Charlie had wanted to never return, but then Nick pointed out that a clerk at a different hotel could have the same assumption and Charlie decided the devil who knew they were in a committed relationship vs the devil that thought they were having a long drawn out affair was the better choice, as long as Nick checked them in everytime so he would never have to face him again. Which Nick was happy to agree to.
Charlie’s alarm beeps, letting them know they need to leave for brunch, and Sarah yawns, telling them she’s going to bed and will see them for dinner. She gives both of them hugs and Charlie breathes her in, loving that if he can’t have this relationship with his own mother he is damn lucky to have it with his boyfriend's mom. He thinks about how he never wants to take that for granted as her warm arms surround him.
“Charrrrrr, I’m so hungry” Nick whines in the background and Charlie and Sarah roll their eyes with a fond laugh as they break apart from their hug.
“Alright, I need my sleep, off you both go loves” Sarah waves them off as Henry and Nellie circle around the table hoping for scraps of food as they slip their shoes on by the door.
Nick takes the keys from the bowl, “All good if I drive?”
“Oh my god please. You know I hate driving.” Charlie says, sliding a pair of Nick’s sunglasses on, “And since you won’t be impaired by a plug today I’d rather you drive” he drops his last comment under his breath as he walks out the door, smiling to himself when he hears Nick suck in a breath.
Brunch is a loud and busy affair with everyone being back in town, mulitple couples reunited. Tara and Darcy take one end of the large outdoor table, Issac sits in one corner with his book open, Tao and Elle are across the table with coffees already ordered for the table when Nick and Charlie slide into the last seats.
“Good morning everyone” Nick says, a smile pastered across his face, eyes bright.
“Fuck you both. Why are you not more hungover?” Dacry mumbles, her face down on the table, coffee untouched in front of her.
“You did both disappear early” Elle smirks while Tao covers his ears and Issace snickers in the background.
“Are Immy and Sahar not joining today?” Charlie asks as he pours himself a coffee from the carafe.
“Avoiding the question, your honor!” Darcy mumbles while holding their head with one hand and holding the other in the air to draw attention to themselves.
Charlie laughs, “There was no question to avoid. Elle made a statement of fact.”
“Too hungover for this.” Darcy replies as they lay their head on the table, Tara gently combing her fingers through her partner's hair.
“Sahar had some appointment and Immy texted at about four this morning that she was just going to bed. If she makes it, it will be a miracle.” Elle responds without missing a beat, passing filled waters down the table.
“To Darcy’s point though, why did you two disappear so early last night?” Issac pipes up from behind his book, not even bothering to put it down. Charlie does his best to burn holes through the book with his eyes. Issac is well known to drop a comment just to watch the drama unfold from behind his books and today is absolutely no different.
Charlie settles for a grumbled, “Shut up”
“Can the two of you not keep it in your pants?” Tao questions with an arch brow.
“Like you can keep your hands off Elle.” Nick chimes in.
“Don’t drag me into this!” Elle laughs waving her hand in front of her face.
“And to answer that question Tao, no. I cannot keep it in my pants around my very hot boyfriend.” Nick raises his own brow back before leaning in and nipping at Charlie’s shoulder.
“I love that you're being gay, but I need coffee” Darcy cuts in without lifting her head.
“Babe, it’s in front of you.” Tara laughs quietly as Darcy mumbles what sounds like either thank you or fuck you. Either way the sentiment is there for both.
Food is ordered, conversations criss-crossing over the table, talking over eachother and rarely letting one conversation finish without another starting half way through as everyone’s coffee and water starts to bring them back to life.
“Who’s up for a good film night later this week?
The group all grumbles and moans at Tao’s question.
This is Charlie’s favorite part of being home. He loves when the Paris squad reunites. These are his best friends. His favorite people in the world. Of course he’s made friends in uni. Some really good ones even, but this group is different. These are the people who wrote him letters when he was hospitalized and kept his secret when he and Nick first started dating. These are the people who helped form who he is, who helped Nick feel comfortable in his own skin and in who he was. These are the people he knows will be in their wedding when that day comes. The thought makes him smile. He knows it's a when, not an if. Nick is it for him.
“So Nick, are you excited to be back at Truham this summer?” Tara asked and Charlie couldn’t help the dour face he made at the question, “I saw that Charlie.”
“ I am very excited to be coaching the summer rugby program and Charlie is very excited to not be doing so.” Nick laughs, wrapping his arm around Charlie’s shoulder. They both knew coming home all summer also meant jobs, which would mean saving up for their last year apart. The money they make over the next two months would be what they used for trains and hotels to get them through the year.
“I am very excited to be working at the coffee shop. I mean having to be up at the butt crack of dawn 4 days a week sucks, but it's nice that both our jobs leave us with free nights while home. You two must love that you’ll see eachother every day!,” Charlie adds to the conversation, one hand landing on Nick’s solid thigh, stroking lightly without even really paying attention to it until he feels Nick’s hand squeeze his hip carefully. A non-verbal sign that Charlie needs to stop what he’s doing if it’s not gonna lead anywhere. Charlie smirks to himself, making a mental note to revisit that later.
As Tara and Nick chat about both working on Truhams’ campus, Nick with the Rugby camp and Tara with the summer school programs. Charlie loves that Tara and Nick have stayed too close and he laughs at himself remembering the time when he used to be jealous of her, back when he thought both Nick and Tara were straight and might have crushes on each other.
“Oh shit, Tao, it's almost 2. We promised your mom we would have her car back so she could go on her date.” Elle yells out across the table to Tao who had moved closer to Issac and Charlie to chat about the newest company he was working with. Tao had created a mini side business while in film school, a digital editing company for youtubers and small companies, that had blown up recently and was gaining more attention. Tao had even been thinking of hiring some extra help since he had gotten so busy, even during the school break.
Tao stuck his fingers in his ear as Elle finished her sentence, “La la la, we discussed that we were NOT going to discuss Yan’s you know what life”
“Oh my god, Yan’s dating? Do we like them?” Issac asks, his entire face lighting up. He’s the most romantic aroace person I have ever met.
“Oh he is such a sweetheart.” Elle responds while pulling Tao’s fingers out of his ears, “Yan deserves to be happy Tao.” She says pointedly and Tao hangs his head.
“I know, I just don’t like to hear about it.” he grumbles, but stands to start their rounds of goodbyes.
Charlie gives Tao an extra hug, “However it is will never replace him , but Elle is right. Your mom deserves love.”
Tao nods his head into Charlie’s shoulder. Charlie knows how much Tao misses his dad and how much his death affected him, but he also knows that deep down Tao understands his mom’s need for love and connection, he just needs reminders that someone new will never replace his dad.
Brunch winds down from there, everyone taking their separate ways, chatting about the upcoming parties, Otis, Sai, Henry and Tara have already taken the first two weekends back for hosting big parties and Charlie knows in addition to the move nights and group sleepovers Nick will through there will likely be a larger party in the mix as well once they look at their calendars and approve it with Sarah.
They spend the afternoon wrapped together on Nick’s couch watching movies. With Sarah home napping and the promise of being alone at night they won’t do much more, but just being in each other's arms again is comforting. So comforting that at some point Charlie must have fallen asleep. When he wakes up there are old reruns of Doctor Who playing on the tv and light conversation coming from the kitchen.
Charlie sits up, the blanket he’s sure Nick draped over him falls slightly as he stretches his arms above his head.
“Thanks for being so great about him staying here mum.” Nick’s deep voice floats easily from the kitchen to the living room and it makes Charlie smile.
“Of course dear. You know I love Charlie like he’s my own. I’ve known him long enough. How are things with his parents?” Sarah’s voice is softer, harder to hear.
“Ok. I think sometimes they have a harder time remembering that he hasn’t been in the hospital in years and it can make him feel a bit ganged up on. I know his parents mean well, but I think it can be a bit suffocating. Plus with Olly in the house they really would prefer we didn’t do sleepovers”
Charlie can picture the blush on Nick’s face when he says it. She knows they have sex, even though Sarah has made a very conscious effort to slam doors, use heavier footfalls, and of course knock, when she’s home as to avoid any unwanted peeks into their sexlife, they both know they aren’t always the quietest, but Sarah recognises they are adults and have been in a healthy relationship for years. Plus she’s a nurse and sat them both down, together and as individuals, to have the sex talk with them before Nick left for college.
Charlie’s pretty sure she knows she wasn’t exactly ahead of the game with that conversation, but she felt it was an important reminder before they would be separated by kilomoters and hours between them, in case they ‘decided to experiment with ethical non-monagomy’. That was the point in the joint talk that Nick squeaked out a very embarassed “Mum, we don’t … that’s not… just no… right?” He had asked turning to Charlie with those large honey brown eyes of his.
In the end it did push them to have a very thorough discussion, after dinner while cuddled in Nick’s room, on expectations while separated, which Charlie suspects might have actually been the motive behind Sarah’s talk to begin with.
Charlie stands to fold the blanket not wanting to leave a mess or continue to eavesdrop when he hears Sarah ask, “Have you talked about next year much?”
Charlie hears Nick clear his throat, “Not really, just that… we want to be closer. I don’t want to be apart from him anymore mom. He’s …. He’s my person. My forever”
“Oh Nicky”
Charlie smiles to himself when he hears Nick’s words. They aren’t exactly new. He and Nick have talked about the future and that they see each other in it, but hearing Nick voice something so big to his mom makes it feel more real.
Charlie decides that’s enough listening in for one evening and makes his way into the kitchen, where Nick and Sarah and just separating from their own hug, “Oh good you’re up love! Would you like plain bread and butter or would you like garlic bread with your lasagna?” Sarah asks. For some reason everything she asks sounds like a genuine question, unlinke when his own mother asks and it sounds more like an inquisition on what he will or will not be eating at dinnertime.
“Oh garlic bread sounds lovely. I’m not sure what you guys put in it but it always tastes better than when I try to make it myself”
“Paprika” Both Nick and Sarah answer at the same time making all three of them dissolve into giggles. Charlie takes a seat on one of the stools and watches Nick and Sarah flit around the kitchen adding the finishing touches to dinner chatting about how the end of year exams went and what classes they are both looking at for next year. As always conversation flows between them easily and in some ways Charlie feels more at home, in the Nelson’s kitchen here, than he does anywhere else. A bit ironic seeing as the kitchen is and was such a trigger for him, but with Nick and Sarah, it isn’t.
When Sarah takes the salad out of the fridge Charlie stands and gathers the plates and cutlery for the table, laying it all out as Nick pulls the lasagna out of the oven.
They talk and laugh and tell stories over dinner, Charlie and Nick sitting next to each other with Sarah across the table, scolding Nick for talking with his mouth full and never once commenting on how much or how little Charlie eats, which always makes him end up eating more.
“Oh goodness look at the time, I have to start getting ready for work loves” Sarah says, standing and starting to clean the table off.
“Sarah, you go. Nick and I can clean up. Thank you for making such a lovely dinner but we will clean and put everything away, you go get ready for work.”
“I knew I loved you Charlie darling” Sarah says with a smile, putting the dishes in her hands back down and kissing Charlie on the cheek.
“I was gonna say the same thing!” Nick mumbles from his spot, a piece of garlic bread shoved in his mouth.
“Yes, dear, I love you too Nicky” Sarah’s voice is patronizing as she taps Nick on the head making Charlie break out in a laugh again as he starts to grab dishes to bring to the sink.
They both clear the table, Nick washing and Charlie drying the dishes, music playing in the background from Nick’s phone with Charlie’s latest spoitfy playlist, Nellie and Henry at their feet, still hoping for scraps to magically fall even though all the leftovers had been put away.
Nick hands Charlie the last dish, sliding behind him and wrapping his arms around his center, his chin resting on Charlie’s shoulder.
“Recharging are you?” Charlie laughs the memory of the first time Nick ever did this in their Paris hotel room still fresh in his mind.
“Mmhm.” Nick responds, swaying their bodies slightly to the music, “Are you ready to go back to work in the morning?”
Charlie sets down the last dish, leaning his weight back into Nick’s strong chest, “Yes and no. Do I love the idea of being around coffee all day? Absolutely, but I don’t exactly like smelling like milk all day long. Gonna need a lot of showers when I finish up my shift.”
“HHmm, I am also going to need to shower when I’m done with work, all that sweat from playing rugby in the hot sun. We should shower together, save water, be good to the planet, all that”
Charlie smiles at Nick’s line of thought, most of their showers when they’re together are combined, although that usually means they lead to something else as well, not that Charlie ever minds that, “Why wait until after our shifts? I believe there was something said about my arse looking fuckable this morning?”
Nick grinds his front against Charlie’s back where Charlie can already feel Nick getting hard against him, “Yes, I stand by that fact. Your arse always looks fuckable.” Nick says while nipping at Charlie’s neck, the spot right below his ear that always makes his eyes roll back into his head, Nick tugging on Charlie’s belt loops,
“Nicky, Charlie, I’m about to head out!” Sarah yells from the staircase as Nick and Charlie jump apart, having both forgotten she was still here.
“Bye Sarah, see you soon!”
“Have a good night at work mom, love you”
“Love you boys, be safe” She pokes her head into the kitchen to wave before heading to the front door, Charlie covering his face with his hands.
“She totally overheard us didn’t she?”
Nick laughed, “It’s likely. I sorta forgot she was still here. I swear she was louder when we were in secondary”
“Nick, she was louder, because she was always trying to warn us so she didn’t walk in on anything.”
“Well now she’s gone for the night, and I was promised a joint shower, and someone's arse” Nick smirked and pulled Charlie by his belt loops towards the stairs, both giggling.
The shower was meant to be quick, Charlie warning Nick not to wash his hair tonight, even though Nick loves getting to help Charlie with his curl routine, but as soon as Nick’s knees hit the shower floor, Charlie’s brain stopped functioning at its normal levels.
He’s seen it many times, Nick on his knees for him, and yet every time it’s like a teenage dream come true. Nick Nelson, rugby king, on his knees for Charlie Spring. Something about that will always light Charlie on fire from the inside out, Nick’s hazel eyes looking up at Charlie with his mouth full, Nick’s hands on Charlie hips, encouraging him to thrust and move, to use Nick for his pleasure.
Charlie lets his head fall back to the shower wall, focusing on how good Nick’s warm wet mouth feels on him, his tongue swirling around the head when he releases before he takes him almost entirely into his mouth again.
“Fuck Nick, you’ve gotten so good at this baby. You can almost take all of me, oh god.” Charlie’s words babble out of him, his mind only focused on the tight wet heat of Nick’s mouth, his knees getting weak. Nick knows Charlie’s body so well he knows when he’s hit his most relaxed, and that’s when he runs a hand from Charlie’s hip to his arse, squezeing, playful trailing a finger down his crack and over his puckered hole before he reaches for the shower lube they keep easily within reach, specifically for ‘water saving’ showers.
Charlie doesn’t bottom as often as Nick does, it’s not that he doesn’t enjoy it, he does, but topping Nick is very possibly his favorite thing in the world. Seeing his big strong rugby lad him, begging for his cock, begging for Charlie, it’s a heady experience that calls to him far more often than having Nick inside him. But tonight, tonight Charlie wants Nick inside him. He wants to be fucked, and Nick knows it. He can tell by the way Nick hurriedly lubes up his fingers, warming it between his fingers without stopping his assault on Charlie’s dick, his cheeks hollowed for extra suction.
“Oh fuck, Nick, baby, oh god, this feels too good baby, oh god Ni-” a moan rips out of him at Nick slowly presses a finger in, making sure not to hurt Charlie, but searching all the same for that special button as he crooks his finger. Charlie lifts a leg up, Nick throws it over his shoulder for better access before gently adding a second finger, scissoring him open gently but effienlty in the way someone who has known their partners body for years can do.
“Let’s get out of the shower,” Nick says, his fingers no longer assaulting his prostate but still stretching him, “I really wanna fuck you into the bed.”. Charlie moans again at Nick’s voice, wreaked and hoarse because of him and Nick carefully slides his fingers out to turn off the water.
“Yea, that, let’s do that, fucking bloody brilliant.” Charlie grabs the towels on the rack and hastily dries himself off, passing the towel to Nick, “Bed, now.”
Nick smirks, drying himself quickly, Charlie already leaving the bathroom and heading to Nick’s bed, their bed. He grabs the lube from the bedside table, setting on top and lays down, stretched out on the bed, Nick trailing in moments later, towel in hand, “Thought we may want this.”
“Good plan, now fuck me.”
“Impatient much love?” Nick teases him.
“So, so very impatient. You sould know this about me.” Charlie responds quickly. Nick laughs, they both know even when he bottoms, Charlie is the top and calls the shots, even if Nick pretends he gets to.
Nick grabs the lube, the snick of the lid making Charlie wiggle in place, anticipation building.
“You’re so good for me Char, so tight and ready.”
Charlie loved when Nick lost his fliter and talked dirty. It was a side of Nick that only Charlie got to see, only Charlie knew about. This quit reserved giant rugby king was talking dirty and about to fuck him into his mattress. Charlie moaned at the thought as Nick finished stretching him, adding a third finger to make sure he was really ready.
“Now, Nick now, I am ready, fuck me so hard.”
“Love when you want it so bad, Char.” Nick growled while lining up at Charlie’s entrance. Charlie wiggling, trying to push himself on Nick. “Fuck you want it so bad, can’t wait, your so needy for me love.”
Charlie whines under him, his legs pushed up to Nick’s shoulders as he slowly pushes past the first tight ring of muscle, “Oh fuck yes Nick, oh my god, so good, you’re so big. Fuck yes.”
Nick’s holding his breath, trying so hard to control his pace as to not hurt Charlie. Once he’s fully seethed in him he lets out all the air from his body, “You’re so tight Char. I don’t think I can last long.”
“Fuck me, Nick, I’m good, just fuck me.” Charlie says, pulling his knees coser to his chest and moaning at how deep it feels.
Nick takes the direction and starts moving, his body pumping in and out of Charlie’s hole. He starts slowly, shifting to find the right angle until “Oh god right there Nick right there.” Charlie loses all sense as Nick picks up speed, his dick hitting Charlie’s prostate perfectly every time as Nick’s hand wraps around Charlie, stoking him to match the pace, both getting closer.
Nick leans in to mouth at Chalrie’s neck and shoulder, Charlie no longer capable of words, just moans and shouts of yes, more and please. His only thoughts on how good Nick feels inside him, around him, on top of him. There are few times where Charlie feels good enough to lose all control, but here, with Nick, is one of those times.
“Nick, fuck Nick, I’m gonna come, oh my god Nick baby.” Charlie isn’t even sure what he’s saying, words pouring out of him in bliss as his orgams hits, Nick grunts at the feeling as Charlie clamps around him.
“Fuck yes Charlie.” Nick growls into Charlie’s shoulder as he stills, both riding out the waves of their orgasms, their panting breaths the only sounds between them for a few moments as they gather their wits about them again. “God that was so hot Char.”
“Glad you enjoyed it babe.” Charlie is pretty sure that was the most coherent thought he could produce.
Nick grins, shifting his body to carefully slide out of Charlie and lay next to him, “I really miss this when we're away at school.”
Charlie smiles up at the ceiling before shifting on his side to face Nick, “Sap.”
“Your sap.”
“My sap.” Charlie leans in for a small kiss, “I miss it too Nick.”
Nick sighs, shifting onto his back and pulling Charlie towards him so Charlie can use his torso as a pillow. It’s Charlie’s favorite way to cuddle, using Nick as a pillow and heater all in one.
“Got any plans tomorrow before we both start work?”
“I think I might go to my parents for a bit tomorrow if that’s alright. I want to get some practice time on my drums, which means I have to also have lunch with my family.” Charlie doesn’t really miss living at home, but he does miss his drum set. The small electronic kit he has at uni isn’t quite the same. It was worth dealing through a lunch with his mother to get to play his drum kit for awhile.
“Want me to come with you or wanna be alone?”
Charlie smiles, he loves that Nick asks, “If you don’t have anything else going on I would love for you to come.”
“Lunch at the Spring house tomorrow it is. Sleep now though.”
“Sleep now.” Charlie echos, his eyes already half closed. There is no where else he would rather be.