Christmas (Nick's Version)

                                    

                                          
It's Christmas eve, and I wake up with Charlie in arms, as I have done nearly every morning since we spent our first night together. Sometimes we fall asleep spooning, but his favourite position seems to be laying on my chest. 
As he starts waking up, he always nuzzles into me more, as if checking I'm still there. I daren't even go to toilet until he's awake, because I know the second I move away it'll disturb him. 
"Char, it's nearly nine o'clock." I whisper, stroking my fingers through his hair. 
"Mmhmm..." He mumbles sleepily, burying his face in my neck. 
"You've been so tired recently." I say softly, kissing his forehead. 
"I'll be fine, just need to get through today and tomorrow then I'll have the day off." He says, his voice muffled. 
"I don't know how you manage doing open till close for seven days straight, I'd be exhausted." I chuckle softly, stroking his arm. 
"I used to do it a lot more often before you started, they couldn't cope without me." He giggles. 
"Just make sure you actually have a break today." I say, keeping my tone light hearted to mask my concern. 
"Are you telling me what to do now? I thought it was supposed to be the other way round." He says cheekily, lifting his head. 
"Are you gonna listen to me?" I tease. 
"Maybe." He says, scrunching his nose. 
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Once we're showered and dressed, Charlie goes to work and I head to my mum's. I'm staying there tonight, then she'll drop me off at work in the morning. I don't want to come across as clingy, but I hate that I won't be seeing Charlie tonight. 
I'm looking forward to spending today with my mum, but I'm dreading also spending the day with David. We've never really gotten on, we're very different and his casual homophobic comments have always bothered me, but even more so now. 
"Hello darling." Mum says, smiling warmly as she opens the door. 
"Hey." I say, smiling happily as I step through the door. 
"I've hardly heard from you since your date." She says, a mischievous look in eyes. 
"Is David here yet?" I ask quietly, unzipping my coat. 
"No love, I wouldn't have said anything if he was." She says softly. 
"It went really well." I say, beaming at her I hang my coat up and take off my shoes. 
"Good, I don't need to know all the details." She says, heading towards the kitchen. 
"Mum." I laugh, following her. 
David arrives, and I help mum prepare the vegetables for dinner while he lounges on the sofa. When he's here, I tend to try and avoid engaging in conversation with him. He's like my dad, in that he only really wants to talk about rugby, which I don't mind, but I don't like it being the only topic of conversation. 
I sit down at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, and I only have one thing on my mind. I'm feeling more confident about being intimate with Charlie, I'm enjoying learning what he likes and what makes him feel good. 
I love hearing him moan, I love knowing that I'm the one doing that to him. He told me he's a bottom, which means it falls on me to learn how to pleasure him that way. He explained where the prostate is, but I don't know if actually finding it will be as simple. 
I want to try, I don't feel nervous anymore, and it's pretty much the only thing I've been able to think about. I don't know if being inside him will feel any different from what I already know, I think it'll be amazing either way, because it's Charlie. 
I also want to improve my blow job skills, I haven't tried since the Christmas party. He knows exactly what he's doing, which is honestly a little intimidating. My mum and David are distracted, so I decide to have a quick look on Google.