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Charlie
A couple of days later, the boys head into the Cotswolds village for a brunch date. The village is quiet and lazy on these in-between days as they wait for New Year’s Eve excitement, but the cafe they choose is hopping with customers, from families with young chattering children to friends loudly laughing over early afternoon wine and cheese. As they enter the grey-bricked twee cafe, Charlie takes in the decorations. The large room is decorated beautifully with wreaths, garlands, and a small Christmas tree in the window. What surprises him is how modern and bright it is inside, considering the outside looks exactly like every other storefront along the main street. It’s painted in light cream with high ceilings and ample space between tables, and there’s a small vase of colourful flowers in the middle of each table.
Nick picks a table close to the window. A waiter spots them, ushering the men in with a welcoming smile and menus. Charlie studies his menu intently until he decides. He puts his menu down and turns to Nick, finding him already watching him. His eyes are crinkled and sparkling as he stares at Charlie, soft with something akin to sheer adoration. Charlie makes a surprised noise as a hand starts to make its way very slowly from his knee to his groin. It stops just before his groin, and he feels Nick begin to massage the meatier part of his thigh. His voice is low and husky when he speaks;
“Nicholas Nelson, you better behave yourself. We are in a public place.”
Nick’s eyebrow shoots up as he gives Charlie a cheeky grin before leaning in close to his ear to whisper, his breath bringing goosebumps to the surface of Charlie’s neck;
“Maybe I’m into that, Charles Spring.” Charlie’s breath hitches as he grabs Nick’s hand and pushes it to his knee.
“I-I am genuinely going to get so hard, Nick,” He moves closer, his finger trailing down the side of Nick’s neck, barely touching his skin, “Later.” He growls in Nick’s ear as he feels Nick shiver.
They order their breakfast and discuss their time together, alternating between being wrapped up in one another and having space to eat their meals as they talk.
The days between Christmas Day and New Year’s Eve are typically Charlie’s least favourites, but he has loved everything about them at the Christmas Cottage. The joy of their new relationship, the beauty of the Cotswolds, the fun of playing board games, watching terrible Christmas movies (with the bonus of torturing Tao with them), and having deep chats around the fire with everyone.
These lazy holiday days have passed blissfully, the new couple wrapped up in butterflies and brand-new feelings, but the impending separation weighs heavily. Nick is the first to bring it up when Charlie is mid-bite of a breakfast feast of wild mushrooms on toasted sourdough.
“So, how often can we realistically see each other after Wednesday?” He asks, his voice low but serious.
Charlie splutters and coughs as he tries to chew and swallow the mouthful of food and consider what he can suggest. Ideally, every single day, Mr Nelson, thank you very fucking much!
Wednesday seems so close. It’s Saturday now, and there are only a few more days of blissful happiness before reality sets in with family and then college.
“When we get back to Kent, can we have time together on the Friday before we leave for Uni next Saturday? I know we both need to spend time with our families, but I can’t handle knowing we will just be streets apart and not see each other for a few days.” Charlie asks, a bleak sadness filling him. The reality is not an enjoyable feeling to experience; knots form in his stomach, and he feels the beginning of a tension headache. But like everything with Nick, he can’t quite believe how easy it is to discuss these things. Usually he would avoid any serious conversation - too hurtful, too much emotion, too much to think about - whatever reason he could think of to avoid it, he would. But not with this wonderful, open, and kind man. A rush of warmth engulfs him as he stares into the inviting puppy dog brown eyes of the man he is falling deeply in like with.
Nick takes his hand and rubs his thumb in circles over Charlie’s palm, instantly calming Charlie’s racing mind.
“Why don’t you come for dinner on Friday? Meet Mum and Nellie and maybe even stay over?”
“Hmm, I don’t think Tori will let me get away with staying over,” Charlie says, wrinkling his nose. He knows he’s left Tori too long with no quality time together. Bailing on her again before returning to Uni wouldn't be fair.
“How about I come to yours for dinner, then you come to mine after for a movie with Tori and Michael and meet my parents too. And stay at mine?” He aims for a happy compromise to an enthusiastic agreement from a beaming Nick.
“And what about after that? When will it suit you for us to see each other?” Charlie asks. Everything in his body is tensing as his jaw tightens and his body begins to shake lightly. Nick wraps his arm around him and pulls him close.
“Hey. It’s ok, darling. It’s ok.”
“Sorry. I don’t know what’s come over me.” Charlie says, his voice weak and struggling to surface.
“Shall we leave this discussion until another day?” Nick asks gently, his forehead resting on Charlie’s temple.
Charlie pulls away to meet Nick’s concerned eyes, “No, I don’t want to put it off. Let’s do it.” He takes a deep breath and feels a little steadier as Nick replies.
“Ok. Well, I play rugby every Saturday morning but we only have matches every second Saturday. I could get the train after rugby on at least one Saturday a month. Starting the third week in January that I booked the train ticket for.”
A big smile breaks out on Charlie’s face.
“And on your match weeks? Can you have a visitor during those weeks?” Charlie asks shyly.
“Of course, and I would love that. Do you think you can get away on Friday afternoons?”
“I don’t have any lectures after 12, so I could do some work on the train ride, and we’d have two nights together.” The beam on both faces competes with the sun as they get lost in each other’s eyes. The trepidation falls away as excitement fills its place.
“I won’t be able to go out on Friday before a match, so it’ll be early nights and cuddles.” Nick stops for a second. His trademark lopsided grin appears, paired with a twinkle in his eye, “We have a sex ban for the night before matches, but I’m happy to forgo that! My teammates will never know!”
“So you come to me one weekend, and I’ll go to you another. Every month, yeah?” Charlie checks.
“Every month, Charlie. If I can manage more than that, I will be doing it, but I think that’s a realistic goal for now.” They nuzzle into one another, their meals well and truly forgotten as they kiss and get lost in cuddles.
“Charlie!”
Charlie swivels his head towards his name, being shouted by a familiar gentle voice, his face lighting up at Jay walking into the cafe with friends. He stands up to greet him with a hug as they gather around his and Nick’s table. Jay reaches out his hand to Nick;
“Hi Nick, Happy Christmas. Lovely to see you again. You two are looking lovely and cosy.” He’s looking at them with a fondness that warms Charlie’s heart at how sweet a man he is. Charlie cuddles close to Nick and explains they’re on a date and discussing plans post-Christmas break.
“We won’t keep you! This is my cousin Rose, her boyfriend Tony and Tony’s friend Peter.” Jay introduces his group as they shake hands and exchange seasonal greetings, “Will you all be in the pub again in the next couple of days?”
Charlie looks at Nick with an eyebrow raised, and Nick gives an imperceptible nod to anyone but Charlie.
“We plan to go for New Year’s Eve but not before. Why don’t you guys come to ours tomorrow night? Maybe bring some drinks and nibbles, and we can have a nice evening in?” Charlie offers, watching Nick to ensure he’s ok with that suggestion as the older man nods away happily.
“Sounds great, we’d love that. Text me your address.”
“Will do. It’s lovely to see you again, Jay.” As Charlie finishes his sentence, Jay looks around to make sure his party have gone to settle in their seats before lowering his voice and addressing both boys, “What do you think of Peter? I’m not sure if he’s queer, but…” He glances back again, a blush rising on his pale cheeks, “I fancy him so much!”
Charlie looks at Jay’s table, where one set of eyes is firmly glued to Jay’s backside and smiles, “I can’t wait to get to know him tomorrow night. Why not just ask if he’s queer?”
Nick scoffs beside him, looking at him with disbelief. “You’re one to talk, Mr. Spring! Do not dole out advice you can’t even take yourself.”
The trio howl laughing, and Jay wanders off with a wave to join his own table. Charlie pretends to huff and be annoyed at Nick while receiving gentle tickles and kisses.
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They take a long walk back to the cottage. Wandering through the village, they pop into the bakery and pick up pastries for everyone while stocking up on Nick’s favourite pistachio croissants and an oat flat white for Charlie. Finally, the most crucial place they visit is the pharmacy, stocking up on essential supplies as a rush of thrilling excitement pumps through them, giggling like schoolboys with reddened cheeks when the cashier stares at them while scanning the products for a torturous amount of time.
They walk back through the snow towards the cottage, a new layer of giddiness to their banter and chats. They finally have a solid plan post-holiday, and Charlie feels like he is walking on air! The only thing that can improve this holiday is the fantasy that continues to roll around Charlie’s head, having Nick inside him…
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The next day, the ‘Christmas Cottage Elves’ as Darcy insists on calling them all get ready for the party. Taking turns going to the supermarket to get supplies from cheese boards to the makings of curry to a selection of drinks that Darcy insists they need for the ‘Darcy Special’ that makes their skin crawl at the sheer quantity of alcohol and the slight curdle.
Jay and a group of his friends arrive that evening - around eight in total - with Rose, Tony and Peter among them. Darcy turns the music up high, and soon enough, the furniture is carefully moved aside, the fluffy large rug is rolled and bundled away safely in the pantry closet, and the space is used as a large dance floor for the slightly inebriated group.
They’re all fast friends, some having mingled on Christmas Eve in the pub, but Peter, Tony and Rose fit right in, enjoying singing at the top of their lungs as they swig the ‘Darcy Special’ despite warnings from the Christmas Cottage gang.
It gets hot in the cottage with all the bodies dancing, so hot that Charlie gleefully manages to convince Nick to put on his new short shorts that Tara got him for Christmas. He was not prepared for how he would feel once he saw the thick, muscular, hairy thighs on display. Images of him being crushed between them or touching up every inch of them with his fingers running through dark hair, feeling the definition of the muscles he could see straining, kissing every inch of them, imagining the power of them as they fucked… yeah; basically Charlie nearly died with lust and needs a few minutes to collect himself as his awfully tight skinny jeans constrict a certain area.
After way too many alcoholic beverages have been consumed, Nick and Charlie find an amorous Jay and Peter hidden from view on the floor in the kitchen behind the kitchen island with tongues down each other's throats. Charlie squeals and grabs Nick's forearm to pull him away, but not before the couple is alerted to their presence and looks up with cheeky smiles.
“Hey guys,” Jay grins, his whole face and brown eyes lighting up with the happiness he deserves. He gestures messily to Peter as Peter matches his loved-up grin, “Turns out he’s pan, and he likes me too.”
Peter pulls Jay in, kissing him lightly on the cheek and looking lustily into his eyes before they’re lost again in the Narnia of drunken kisses.
Nick and Charlie decide it’s time to escape the party, hoping the noise will drown out their sounds as they stop along the way to kiss sloppily and grind urgently against each other while they make their way upstairs. Their hands roam everywhere as they grab hips and hot skin under clothes.
“Nick, I’ve got a request.”
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Charlie pulls him into the bedroom and pushes the bigger man against the door, smashing his mouth with his tongue begging for access past his lips. Nick hums in response and Charlie pulls away to elaborate.
He pulls at the material of the shorts.
“I want to take you apart with my mouth. But I need you to stand and flex these goddamn sexy fucking thigh muscles for me.” He’s growling as he feels his way across the expanse of Nick’s thighs. He can feel the dip where the muscles tense and his cock is throbbing with how turned on it’s making him.
Nick is looking at him with mild confusion, but as Charlie explores his thighs, his head falls back, his mouth opens, and he stutters out, “Charlie, fuck. Yes. Yes, please!”
Charlie sinks to his knees. He doesn’t care that his knees will most certainly have marks in the morning. He can’t feel them right now thanks to the gin and tonics he consumed and thanks to the hot lust that’s running thick through his veins and ringing in his brain. He holds eye contact with Nick as Nick runs his fingers gently through the curls on his head.
Charlie takes a minute to hungrily watch his hands run over Nick’s muscles. He asks Nick to tense them up a few times as he runs his fingers lightly from his knees up to the hem of the shorts. From this angle, he can see Nick's dick is right there. Filling up fast and just centimetres from the hem of the shorts. The tense muscles are forcing precum all over Charlie’s own boxers, and he can feel himself so tight in his jeans. He stands up and whips both jeans and boxers off himself in one movement to a loud moan from Nick as he palms himself. Nick goes to remove his and Charlie looks at him as if he’s about to commit a serious crime and lightly slaps his hand away.
“No! You leave them for me.”
Nick giggles and acquiesces as Charlie sinks to his knees again. Charlie takes each thigh in his hands, watching as his open hand barely covers the expanse of them, his mouth watering as Nick tenses again, his eyes fluttering at how fucking hot the tensing feels under his fingers. Charlie has never noticed he’s had a thing for muscular thighs but apparently it’s a thing now!
His lips and tongue start exploring and kissing Nick's knees and the stretch of thigh above them, Nick tensing them with every moan falling from him. Charlie doesn’t know who’s moaning the loudest as he makes his way up to the hem of the shorts, his hands gripping the back of Nick’s thighs and squeezing, feeling them harden under his ministrations. He scrapes his nails lightly from the hem of the back of the shorts down to Nick's knees. Nick nearly buckles as he groans. A spot of wetness has begun to form on the front of the smooth material and Charlie can’t help but open his mouth over it, taking it in and bite very lightly, grazing his teeth along the hard length as his fingertips slip under the front hem and tease the outline of Nick's balls through his boxers.
A sharp intake of breath is released with a loud, “Fuck. Fuck, Charlie. Oh my god, darling, you’re so fucking hot down there. Oh my god, baby. I can’t take any more. Please. Char. Please. Take them off me.”
Charlie pulls his face away, his fingers still teasing Nick's balls and up his length as the man tries to hold himself upright, but failing and sinking back to lean against the door as he watches Charlie. Charlie’s eyes hold his as he pulls Nick's dick out of his boxers but leaves his shorts.
“Can you take the boxers off please, baby?” He asks huskily, sitting back on his heels and watching Nick through his long lashes, “But put the shorts back on.”
Nick falters slightly as he takes them off and his breath hitches at the request.
“Fuck, Charlie. That is so hot.”
Nick puts his shorts back on over his hard throbbing cock, the material barely containing him. Charlie straightens on his knees and reaches under the hem. He can see everything held in the shorts, the flimsy material barely containing the thick, weighty shaft as it gets harder and pulses. Charlie sneaks his hand in under the hem slowly and wraps his slim, eager fingers around Nick to a loud gasp and a bang of a head on the door. He pulls his cock out through the leg hole, the loose material easily giving way to allow Charlie to suck in half of Nick's cock into his hot waiting mouth. He flicks his tongue around the head and sucks as he leads as much as he can into his mouth before it hits his throat. Fuck, this tastes so fucking good, he thinks and he tries to sink further, using his hand to hold the bottom of the shaft.
The moans and filth coming from Nick are driving Charlie’s mouth up and down and he opens his eyes to watch as Nick thrashes above him. Nick's hands are in his hair, gently kneading through his curls as he intermittently watches him and leans his head back against the door whenever Charlie sinks deeper. Charlie pulls away for a few seconds, letting his hand use the wetness left from his mouth to move across the head and twist his hand over Nick's cock just so.
“I want you to wear these anytime you train and always see my wet face destroyed from your delicious dick.” He gets the head of Nick’s leaking cock and rubs it slowly along his lower lips before lapping at it with his tongue. He can feel his own saliva all over his cheeks and mouth and he knows his lips will now be shiny from precum and swollen from sucking. He gets a thrill at the sight Nick must see as he watches Nick nearly buckle again, listening to him and watching him.
“Shit, Charlie, I’m going to cum. I’m actually going to cum embarrassingly quick.”
Charlie sinks back down, the material of the shorts tickling his forehead as he sinks as deep as he can, the head of Nick's cock sits right into his throat, and he swallows so Nick can feel it on his most sensitive area. The scream he gets makes his inside thrill, and his own cock throbs as he moves back up before a choking sound involuntarily escapes. Tears are streaming down his face with the effort, and he revels in how amazing it feels to have this man so pliant in his hands. How he can deliver this much pleasure to him as he shakes around Charlie. Charlie bobs up and down lightly sucking and using his hand until Nick gives him a warning tap on the shoulder, and then his mouth is filled with an abundance of bitter and sweet-tasting cum. He swallows it down gratefully with a moan and continues to lightly suck and lick at Nick until he’s yelping with sensitivity and pulling gently at his hair. He stays on his knees and hugs around Nick's tree trunk sexy thighs before placing his dick back into the flimsy material of the shorts. He stands and leads a tired, boneless Nick to the bed and lays him down.
Nick is watching him with a dazed, loved-up expression as if he’d just invented something extremely important to him.
“That was unfuckingreal. It's the best blowie I have ever had. I think you sucked everything I’ve ever had out of me.” Nick slurs as his eyes drift closed.
Charlie giggles and lies beside him, cuddling under his arm into his chest.
“Char?”
“Hmm?”
“You’ve got my cum dripping down your chin.” Nick says, his eyes still closed as he smiles.
“What? Do I?” Charlie’s hands fly up to his mouth and sure enough, as Nick opens his eyes to watch him, he swipes the line of Nick’s spend up across his lips and into his mouth.
“Fuck me. You are so fucking sexy!” Nick is staring at him, his eyes getting wider as he grabs Charlie’s head and brings him in for a filthy kiss, “Can I get you off?”
Charlie laughs. Nick can barely speak without slurring; he’s so relaxed and ready to sleep.
“No, baby, no need. I can wait for you. We can both have fun tomorrow morning.”
And with that, they fall asleep, excited for another day together tomorrow—Charlie in just his T-shirt and Nick in his short shorts.
Early in the morning, around six am, Charlie woke to a hardness pressing against him and began to rut against a rousing Nick. Nick growls sleepily as he rolls Charlie on top of him, grabs him by the arse and gently helps him grind his hips into Nick as he rolls his own up to meet Charlie’s. After kissing and grinding for an indeterminate amount of time and rutting harder and harder against each other, they both come like a pair of teenagers, ruining both Charlie’s T-shirt and Nick's short shorts, but neither cares.
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They change into boxers and crawl back into bed, limbs entangled for another six hours of sleep.