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It’s been almost a month since Nick and Charlie finally told each other how they felt, and the last few weeks have been jam packed. With both of them preparing for the winter holiday and end of semester exams, most of their time spent together has been either with friends or with several textbooks and course notes surrounding them.
They, of course, allow themselves well deserved study breaks to make out as much as possible. Nick still hasn’t wanted to take things further, which Charlie completely understands. Their relationship is so much more than sex to him, anyway. He loves spending time with Nick in any capacity. Whether it’s quietly studying together in the library, watching a film with their friends, or even just sharing a meal together. He always looks forward to time with Nick.
It’s their last weekend before exam week and before everyone heads home for the holidays. Though there is a lot of prepwork to be done, the both of them agreed to carve out some time on Saturday to just spend together, alone.
They start the evening at Nick’s place, with takeout from their favorite pizza spot and a film. Nick has somehow convinced Charlie to give Marvel another chance, though he’s doubtful he’ll be very impressed. They cuddle on the sofa while the film plays, and Charlie finds that he can’t focus on the heroes running around and fighting on screen with Nick’s hand caressing his leg like that.
It’s not long before they’ve both abandoned the film entirely, Charlie now in Nick’s lap, kissing him so fiercely he has to come up for air.
“I don’t think I’m ever going to get tired of this,” Charlie admits as he plants kisses down Nick’s neck. Pausing every once in a while to suck and lick at the skin, but never hard enough to leave a mark.
“Me neither,” Nick whines, his hips bucking when Charlie hits a particular spot along his collarbone with his mouth.
“Is this okay?” Charlie checks in. It’s usually around this point that Nick wants to slow things down, and Charlie is more than happy to follow his lead.
“Actually,” Nick’s voice shakes a bit, “Would you mind if we went to my room?”
Charlie sits up, surprised, but also not wanting to make assumptions. “Oh yeah, sure, if you want to.”
Nick doesn’t say anything else, grabbing the remote to turn off the telly before taking Charlie’s hand and leading him to his bedroom.
As soon as they shut the door Nick’s kissing him again and it’s filled with heat. They’re both running their hands everywhere, in each other’s hair, down each other’s backs, until eventually Nick’s hands land on Charlie’s arse.
“Is this alright?” Nick asks, his voice almost groggy from the kissing.
“Yes,” Charlie answers quickly, placing his own hand on top of Nick’s to encourage him to squeeze.
Something about Charlie making it clear to Nick what he wants must be a turn on, because suddenly Nick’s kissing him even harder, like he can no longer hold himself back.
Then Nick’s backing up to his bed, refusing to remove his lips from Charlie’s for even a moment. Once the back of his legs hit the edge, he lays back, pulling Charlie on top of him. Charlie can feel both of their erections through their jeans and it makes him dizzy.
“Nick,” he forces himself to pull back for a moment, “I am really enjoying this but I need to make sure you’re okay.”
Nick nods as he opens his eyes. His pupils are blown and his lips are swollen, Charlie could die on the spot from how beautiful he is.
“Thank you,” Nick says, nearly breathless, “For checking in on me. If you’re up for it… I’d like to take things further.”
Charlie smiles. “I’m definitely up for it. But only if you’re sure and only if it’s what you want. I’m in no rush, really.”
Nick lifts his hand to stroke Charlie’s cheek. “You really are the best. But I promise, I’m ready. And I’ll tell you if at any point I change my mind. I hope you’ll do the same.”
“Don’t worry, I will.”
“I need to warn you though,” Nick says, almost looking shy now, “I don’t know what I’m doing, like, at all.”
Charlie smirks. “Are you saying you need me to show you the ropes?”
“Maybe,” Nick whispers.
They start kissing again and it’s not long before they’re grinding into each other. The combination of their lips and hips moving rhythmically makes Charlie grow harder in his jeans.
Charlie moves his hand onto Nick’s crotch and rubs the heel of it against the fabric.
“Fuck,” Nick breaks their kiss to say. He looks down at Charlie’s hand, mouth open, salivating at the site.
“Would you mind if we take these pesky things off?” Charlie asks with a flick of his zipper.
Nick shakes his head eagerly. “Only if yours come off, too.”
They both make quick work removing their trousers, assuming their original position as soon as possible. Charlie starts rubbing his hand on Nick’s dick again through the fabric of his pants, able to feel how hard he’s grown already. The motion causes a series of expletives to pour out of Nick’s lips.
“F-fuck, Charlie,” he cries, “If you keep this up I’m going to come in my pants.”
“That’s actually really hot,” Charlie admits as he leans over to nibble on Nick’s earlobe.
Nick cries out again and Charlie thinks he could get used to seeing him come undone this way.
Nick’s fingers tuck under the hem of Charlie’s shirt. “Can I take this off?”
Charlie freezes. Despite the numerous times he imagined being in this exact scenario with Nick, he forgot to prepare himself for this part of it. The part where Nick may want to take his top off and Charlie would feel obligated to explain the scars on his upper arms. Scars from his secondary school years that were slowly fading but still there. Still present enough to make Charlie too uncomfortable to wear tank tops in the summer or go shirtless at the beach. He hoped, someday, to build up enough confidence to not care as much about having his scars on display. But right now, at nineteen years of age, he wasn’t there yet.
But he did want to be honest with Nick.
“I don’t think I’m comfortable taking my shirt off yet,” he admits quietly, “If that’s okay?”
Nick’s eyes shift to a look of concern, but he says, “Of course that’s okay. This is supposed to be fun for both of us, so whatever you are comfortable with.”
Charlie gives him a small smile. He knows if he wanted to pause things to talk about this further, Nick would be more than happy to oblige. He knows there’s no expectations here, other than for the both of them to enjoy themselves. Charlie does want to talk to Nick about his past more. He wants to take off his shirt, to have Nick worship every inch of his bare skin with his hands and mouth.
But for now, Charlie doesn’t want to talk anymore. He just wants to feel.
Their lips meet again and there’s a new layer of emotion and hunger in their kiss. Charlie’s never felt so comfortable, so safe in someone’s arms before. He trusts Nick so completely, cares about him so deeply. All he wants is to make him feel good.
“Do you want to take your shirt off?” Charlie asks him in between kisses.
Nick nods, chucking his shirt off and across the room in one swift motion. Charlie practically drools at the sight of Nick’s bare chest. He eagerly runs his hands across Nick’s pecks, pausing to play with his nipples. Nick careens in response to the touch, letting out moans so loud Charlie worries for his neighbors.
“God, you’re so good at this, Char,” he says in a sigh.
Charlie giggles at the nickname, moving his mouth down to one of Nick’s nipples to suck and lick. This really gets Nick going, his hips bucking again, and Charlie can tell he’s fully hard now. As he continues to play with Nick’s nipple in his mouth, he reaches down to paw Nick’s dick again through his pants, the feeling of the bulge making Charlie’s heart race faster with excitement.
“Not that I’m—fuck—complaining, but I’m starting to feel like—holy shit—you’re doing all the work here.” Nick can barely get his words out and Charlie loves it.
Charlie lets go of Nick’s nipple with a satisfying pop to say, “I don’t mind. But you can touch me too, if you want. Don’t be afraid.”
“I just feel so inexperienced,” Nick sighs, jolting again as Charlie continues to grind his hand down. “It’s like I’m a teenager all over again.”
“Want me to show you what I like?” Charlie asks.
Nick groans. “Please.”
Charlie guides Nick’s hand down to his own crotch, where his dick is clearly hard through his boxers.
“Oh god,” Nick cries as his palm makes contact, seeming almost more turned on by touching Charlie than he is by Charlie touching him.
Charlie grinds into Nick’s palm, his left hand still guiding Nick’s as his right hand continues to rub Nick’s bulge. “Like that,” he encourages, “Just like that.”
They continue like that for a few moments, Charlie leaning his face back down to Nick’s so they can kiss as well, their tongues moving in rhythm with their hands and hips.
Charlie can feel a wet spot forming in Nick’s pants and moves his hand up to his waistband. “Want to remove these?”
Nick nods, seeming unable to speak.
Charlie removes himself from Nick’s lap so they can pull down his pants. Nick’s cock quickly springs free, precome already leaking out of the head. He’s absolutely gorgeous and Charlie’s imagination quickly begins to run away from him with images of sucking and fucking Nick’s dick. The many ways he can make Nick cry out in ecstasy, excited to see the look on his face and to hear the sounds he’ll make.
But for today, Charlie thinks it’s best if they keep things simple. They have all the time in the world to explore each other’s bodies in a thousand different ways.
“Do you have any lube?” Charlie asks.
Nick nods, reaching over to his bedside drawer for a small bottle.
“I have condoms too,” Nick mentions, “But I’ve also done a lot of research and don’t think I’m quite ready today to—”
“Nick,” Charlie interrupts gently, “That’s okay. I didn’t think we were going to be doing anything like that today.”
“I want to,” Nick admits shyly, “Eventually. There’s a lot of things I really want to try with you, Charlie.”
Charlie beams. “Me too.”
Charlie lays back down on the bed, next to a now completely naked Nick. He grabs the lube out of Nick’s hand and opens the bottle to give himself a small amount to work with.
“What about you?” Nick asks, his eyes on Charlie’s boxers that have yet to be removed.
“Don’t worry about me right now,” Charlie assures him, “Just let me take care of you. Please?”
Nick frowns. “We can do whatever you want, baby, but I was really looking forward to touching you. I want to make you feel good.”
Charlie tries not to gape at the nickname and Nick’s admission. Charlie wasn’t the most sexually experienced person, but no one he’d been with had ever said they looked forward to touching him, to making him feel good.
“We can do that,” Charlie finally says, “But I want to make you come first.”
Nick’s mouth drops open as Charlie warms up the lube a bit more in his hands before taking hold of Nick’s cock.
“Fuck Ch-Charlie,” Nick cries, “Oh my god, that feels so g-good.”
Charlie smiles, stroking Nick’s dick at a steady pace. Charlie didn’t expect Nick to be so loud, but he finds himself relishing the sounds that come out of his mouth.
“God, you’re amazing,” Nick praises, “I don’t know if I’m going to l-last, fuck, very long at this rate.”
“That’s okay,” Charlie assures him, running his thumb along the head of Nick’s dick in a motion that makes Nick careen, “This isn’t the last time I plan on getting you off if I have any say in the matter.”
“Good,” Nick says, his breathing becoming more ragged, “Please kiss me.”
Charlie obliges, leaning over to lick into Nick’s mouth, their tongues colliding in a sickeningly sensual way. Nick’s movements start to become more rabid as he grinds into Charlie’s hand at a frantic pace.
“I’m gonna come,” he warns Charlie.
“Come for me, baby,” Charlie whispers into his ear, “I bet you look so pretty when you do.”
The words must help, as Nick cries out Charlie’s name, spilling all over Charlie’s hand that hasn’t stopped its steady strokes this entire time. Charlie was right, Nick’s face is beautiful as he orgasms. His nose scrunching and his gorgeous pink lips pouting as he shouts Charlie’s name over and over again. His blush goes all the way from his cheeks, down his neck, and to his bare chest, leaving him pink all over. Charlie is breath taken by the sight, unbelieving for a moment that he gets to see Nick come undone like this, in a way no one else does. Charlie continues holding onto him until Nick’s breathing slows down and his hips stop their frantic motions.
Suddenly Nick’s hands are on Charlie’s face and he grants Charlie a kiss that leaves him breathless.
“Thank you,” Nick whispers, their noses still touching. “I can’t believe you called me baby.”
“You called me baby first,” Charlie rightfully points out, “I was just returning the favour.”
“Sure you were,” Nick teases, reaching to his bedside table again for tissues to use on himself and Charlie’s hand. “Now that you have gifted me with the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life, there’s something I’ve been dying to do.”
Once the tissues have been disposed of, Nick begins to pull at the hem of Charlie’s boxers. “Is it okay if we take these off?” He asks Charlie sweetly, his blonde lashes practically batting.
Charlie bites his lip in a grin, “Definitely.”
Charlie lays back so he can scoot the boxers off easily, his cock still hard and leaking with precome at the tip. Nick’s eyes grow wide at the site, and Charlie suddenly feels embarrassed to be so seen. He was not used to the guys he slept with to look at every inch of Charlie with such care and tenderness. He feels the urge to squirm under Nick’s heated gaze, but another part of him, a stronger and more excited part, wants to be seen. Craves it, even.
“I want to make you feel so good, Charlie,” Nick says, his tone gravelly, “I just need you to tell me exactly what you want.”
Exactly what I want? Charlie nearly pinches himself to make sure he’s not dreaming. “No one’s ever asked me what I wanted before.”
Nick’s eyes move up so they’re gazing at each other now. “Darling,” he says with conviction, “I will always do my best to give you whatever it is you want.”
Charlie blushes under his gaze, and at the use of a third nickname today alone. He reaches out his hand to hold Nick’s and to guide him on where he wants him to go.
“I want you to touch me here,” he says, leading Nick’s hand to Charlie’s dick, “I need you to touch me here.”
“Should I get some lube first?” Nick asks.
Charlie shakes his head, an idea sparking that he hopes Nick is okay with. He pulls Nick’s hand up to his mouth and spits in it. He worries for a moment that Nick may find the action repulsive, but he only looks awestricken.
“God, you are so hot,” Nick groans.
Charlie guides his hand back down, encouraging him to wrap it around Charlie’s aching cock. When Nick finally does, Charlie jolts, his back arching off the bed at the contact.
“Bloody hell, Nick,” Charlie whines.
“Is this okay?” Nick asks.
“Yes, yes!” Charlie cries, “You can start moving your hand now. It’s not so different from when you’re touching yourself.”
“And you’ll tell me if it’s bad?” Nick double checks, “You’ll be honest with me about how you’re feeling?”
“Yes,” Charlie promises impatiently, “And right now I’m feeling very horny and if you don’t start jacking me off, I just might do it myself.”
Charlie worries for a second his harsh words may have scared Nick off, but when he looks up he only finds Nick’s gaze has somehow grown even more heated. “I like it when you’re bossy,” Nick admits, biting his lip in a way that makes Charlie want to grab him by the back of the neck and pull him down so he can bite Nick’s lip himself.
“Come here,” Charlie demands, doing exactly as he desires, pulling Nick into a searing kiss that ends with him nibbling on Nick’s bottom lip.
Nick moans at the feeling of Charlie’s teeth on him, and finally begins stroking Charlie’s cock. Charlie finally lets go of Nick’s hand that’s stroking him so both of his hands are free, and uses the opportunity to cup Nick’s face as he licks into his mouth. Both of them moan together, Charlie only breaking their lips apart to offer Nick words of encouragement.
“Yes, Nick,” he says, “Just like that. That feels so good. You’re doing great, baby.”
“Fuck,” Nick cries, “How are you already making me hard again?”
Charlie laughs, “I don’t know but that’s hot as fuck.”
Nick runs his thumb across the head of Charlie’s cock in the same way Charlie did to him earlier, causing Charlie to cry out in pleasure.
“You’re a fast learner,” Charlie teases.
“I’ve got a really great and really hot teacher,” Nick says before joining their lips together again.
It’s not long before the heat begins to coil inside Charlie’s gut, letting him know his own orgasm is fast approaching.
“I’m not going to last much longer,” Charlie warns after breaking away from another kiss.
“Let me look at you, baby,” Nick begs, “I need to see the look on your face when you come undone for me.”
Those words just about do it, sending Charlie over the edge. As he comes into Nick’s hand he thinks he hears Nick whisper, good boy, which just sends even more shutters through his whole body. He manages to open his eyes just enough to see Nick watching him, his features filled with nothing but awe and affection.
As Charlie comes down from his own high, he feels tears falling down his cheeks. Embarrassed, he quickly tries to wipe them away, but Nick catches them before he does.
“Charlie, darling,” Nick says with concern, “Are you alright? Did I hurt you, baby?”
Nick quickly reaches over to grab more tissues to perform a minimal clean up, before laying down next to Charlie’s side, wiping tears away with his clean hand.
“No,” Charlie explains, “You didn’t hurt me, I’m sorry, god this is so embarrassing.”
“You have nothing to be embarrassed about,” Nick quickly assures him, “Can you tell me what’s going on?”
Charlie almost chokes on a sob and then almost laughs at how ridiculous he feels. He’s never cried after sex before. It takes him a moment to gather his thoughts, trying to figure out exactly what he’s feeling and how to explain it to Nick. Nick lifts his free hand to comb it through Charlie’s curls, the motion helping soothe his nerves.
“It’s just that… I like you so much. You make me feel safe and cared for in a way no one else ever has.” He pauses, trying to find the words, before continuing, “I just don’t think I knew that sex could feel this good, this right. And I can’t believe I get to have it now. I can’t believe I get to have you.”
Nick’s honey brown eyes grow misty as he gives Charlie a small smile. “I can’t believe I get to have you either. I know exactly what you mean.”
He leans forward to press their lips together. This kiss feels so tender and warm. It’s a kiss that has no heat or other intentions behind it. It’s a kiss that says more than words ever could.
I love you, Charlie thinks, I love you so much, Nick Nelson. They’ve only been together for a month, but after over a year of friendship, and the last few weeks together, Charlie knows it’s true. He loves Nick with every fiber of his being. He’s not quite ready to tell him today, but he knows he will soon. It’s just another one of the many moments in the future that Charlie has to look forward to.
“Charlie,” Nick says quietly after a few moments, “I’ve been meaning to tell you… I think during the holiday I want to come out to my mom.”
Charlie opens his eyes to find Nick gazing at him. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Nick says, “And, if it’s alright with you, I’d like to introduce you to her. As my boyfriend.”
Charlie giggles. “Is this your way of asking me officially?”
Nick caresses Charlie’s cheek and gives him a delicate kiss on the mouth before he says, “Charlie Spring, do you want to be my boyfriend? Officially?”
Charlie smiles, all tears gone now. “I would love to be your boyfriend, Nick.”