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Charlie glanced up at Nick, pen balanced against his bottom lip. Nick was sprawled out on the floor next to him, frowning as he stared at his maths homework. Charlie smiled at the adorable scrunch of his eyebrows.

Nick looked up as if sensing eyes on him. “What? Don’t tell me you’re done already.”

“Oh, I’ve been done for minutes now,” Charlie laughed. “I’ve just been doodling on the bottom.”

Nick dropped his head, huffing. “I don’t know how you do it. Maths is- it’s torture.”

Charlie couldn’t help but smile at him. “We can take a break, if you’d like?”

“Yeah?” Nick sat up, a small grin rising to his face. “Got any ideas?”

Charlie sat up as well, immediately leaning in. “Maybe.” His hand came up to rest on Nick’s cheek. His eyes flicked down to his lips, still smiling.

The kiss began chaste, just a gentle press as they both leaned in. Nick’s hand came up to run through the hair on the back of his neck, and Charlie let out an involuntary sigh. He felt his boyfriend’s lips twitch up into a smile against his. Charlie settled his hand on Nick’s hip, scooching closer to him.

Nick moved closer as well, pressing into to kiss with more force. Charlie relaxed into him. Their noses bumped, comfortable and familiar. He reminded himself to breathe as he got lost in the feeling of his boyfriend’s lips against his. Charlie opened his mouth and deepened the kiss, hand dropping to Nick’s shoulder.

Nick made a pleased sound but pulled back just slightly. His breath ghosted over Charlie’s lips as he said, voice soft, “Can we move to your bed? I’m leaning on your pen and I’m worried it’ll explode on me.”

“I’d hate for you to have to go through another day of blue hands,” Charlie joked, sitting back. 

Nick stood, smiling down at Charlie. He reached out a hand and helped him up. They sat down on the bed, backs against the headboard. Immediately Nick leaned in.

Charlie deepened the kiss again, hands falling to Nick’s hips. One slipped under his shirt as Nick’s thumb stroked his face. He sucked on Nick’s tongue and was rewarded with a breathless little moan. Charlie did it again. They separated for just a moment, sucking in air before meeting in the middle again. His toes curled against his childhood sheets as the kiss sparked across his entire body. 

Nick shifted, breaking the kiss briefly to settle on top of him. “Alright?” he asked.

Charlie nodded. “Yeah,” he breathed.

Nick licked his lips and ducked his head again, hands braced on either side of Charlie. Charlie’s hands found their way under his shirt again, pressing into the skin of his back. His skin was smooth and hot to the touch. Nick eased gently down onto him, lips meeting again as he rested more of his weight on him. Charlie moaned into his mouth as he was pressed into the bed. His head was starting to feel fuzzy, and his hands flexed on Nick’s back, digging in. He felt heat building between his legs but pointedly ignored it.

Nick gently dragged his teeth on his lip, moving his mouth down to Charlie’s jaw and neck. Charlie’s head fell back without hesitation, his eyes squeezing shut. “Nick,” he gasped as his lips met a sensitive spot on his neck. Nick hummed and smiled, immediately focusing on sucking a mark into the skin there. 

Charlie’s legs fell open, and Nick slipped one of his between them. “God,” he sighed, eyes fluttering at the feeling of Nick’s mouth on his neck. His hips shifted as he pulled Nick further down on top of him. He sucked in a breath as Nick’s thigh pressed perfectly against him.

Charlie felt hot enough to explode. All he could focus on was the feeling of Nick’s mouth on his skin and the press of Nick’s body against his. With a tug of his hair, he pulled him back to his mouth. Charlie ran his tongue along the roof of Nick’s mouth, and the boy’s hips rolled down instinctively. The two of them moaned at the feeling, breath ghosting across each other's lips. Charlie froze, suddenly becoming aware of how heated things had gotten. “Uh-” he started, breathing hard. “We should probably-”

“Yeah,” Nick said, sitting up. He was bright red. “I think we got a little carried away there.”

“Yeah,” Charlie agreed, wiping his mouth. “Um-”

“I’m going to go use your bathroom,” Nick blurted out. “I’ll, uh- I’ll be right back.” He scrambled off the bed and out of the room.

Charlie stared after him, blinking. It took a second before he remembered to sit up, running a hand through his hair to calm it. Grimacing, he reached down to adjust himself in his pants. He grabbed a pillow and placed it over his lap for good measure, waiting awkwardly for his boyfriend to return. 

Is he hiding in there? Or is he, erm… dealing with it? He quickly stopped thinking about it. That wasn’t going to help him with his own situation.

After a minute or two, Nick came back in. Charlie pointedly stared at his face and his face only as he joined him on the bed again.

“Not the best idea with your family home,” Nick joked. “I definitely got a bit carried away.”

Charlie nodded, then realized. “Wait, how’s my neck?”

Nick winced. “Did you remember to buy that concealer you were talking about? Because I think we’ll need it.”

“Nick!”

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Charlie was scrolling through Instagram when the DM came in. He rolled onto his side in bed, smiling as he read it.

(21:37) Are you still up? I miss you :(

Charlie immediately responded.

(21:37) yeah, i miss you too :(

(21:38) it’s homophobic that my dad banned sleepovers

(21:38) Haha yeah

(21:39) I mean it’s not like we’d do anything

(21:39) yeah

(21:39) obviously

(21:42) Hey, at the risk of sounding like you…

(21:42) Sorry about running out of the room the other day, I just didn’t want to, you know. Pressure you into anything

(21:43) i get it, don’t worry :)

(21:43) also, apologizing isn’t sounding like me >:(

(21:44) If you say so haha

(21:45) Just making sure. We don’t have to do anything until we’re both ready

(21:45) Or ever, if you don’t want to

Charlie frowned. Nick was being sweet but…

(21:46) no, i want to. 

He took a deep breath.

(21:47) you?

He screamed silently. He turned his phone upside-down on his bed, burying his face in his hands. He knew they should talk about it, and it was easiest this way, but it was so embarrassing! 

He finally gathered the courage to pick up his phone and check for a response.

(21:49) Yeah, me too

Charlie’s face felt hot.

(21:49) cool

(21:50) cool

(21:51) Do you think about this stuff a lot?

(21:52) like, in general?

(21:52) Yeah

(21:53) yeah, i guess. when it’s relevant

(21:54) Relevant? What do you mean haha

(21:55) like, when we’re together sometimes, and during sex ed, and y’know

(21:56) Y’know?

(21:56) omg nick don’t make me spell it out for you it’s embarrassing

(21:57) Oh

(21:57) Like, y’know y’know?

(21:58) yeah

Charlie buried his face in his pillow.

(21:59) I’m flattered

(21:59) oh my god i’m being vulnerable here don’t tease me

(22:00) Sorry sorry

(22:01) Me too. Y’know

(22:01) really?

(22:02) ??? Of course

(22:02) i’m flattered then too, i guess

(22:03) Wait what did you think I’d think about

(22:03) If you say girls you’re biphobic :p

(22:04) lol

(22:04) i didn’t think you saw me like that

He quickly deleted that.

(22:05) idk, i didn’t give the specifics much thought before now

(22:05) so, do you?

(22:06) think about this stuff a lot, i mean

(22:07) Sort of?

(22:07) Pretty much every day, especially right before I go to bed. Y’know

Charlie bit his lip. Was he being too bold? He did genuinely want to know.

(22:08) so like, around this time?

(22:09) Yeah

(22:09) Do you want to know what I think about? Or is that too much

Charlie felt ready to explode.

(22:10) no, you can tell me

Charlie waited anxiously for Nick’s response, watching the little typing animation. Finally, the message came in.

(22:12) It’s mainly what we’ve already been doing. Making out and stuff. You under me or in my lap. But it’s you touching me instead of my own hand

He stares at the message, mouth open. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting but… He blushed.

(22:13) Sorry was that too much?

(22:13) no no its fine

(22:14) i got a little distracted there sorry

(22:14) sorry

(22:14) um i could tell you what i think about?

(22:14) Yeah if you want to

(22:15) If you’re comfortable doing that I mean

(22:15) But you don’t have to 

(22:15) If you don’t want to

Despite the nerves buzzing around in his gut, he smiled a little at the string of messages coming in. He took a deep breath.

(22:15) i want to

(22:17) i’m similar, it’s mostly what we’re already doing. i really like it when you kiss my neck, and when your thigh is right there. so it’s mostly that stuff

(22:17) Cool. I’ll keep that in mind haha

(22:18) doesn’t mean you’re off the hook for that hickey tho! 

(22:18) Haha yeah lol I know

(22:18) I’m never getting forgiven for that huh

Charlie stared at his next message for a full minute, debating hitting send.

(22:20) maybe you’ll just have to make it up to me

He nearly chucked his phone across the room after it went through.

(22:21) Am I being flirted with right now?

(22:21) maybe :p

(22:22) Well I guess I’ll have to try really hard to make it up to you then ;)

Charlie screamed silently. 

(22:22) I’m gonna go get ready for bed

(22:23) See you tomorrow :)

(22:24) Goodnight <3

(22:24) Goodnight <3

(22:24) I love you

(22:25) I love you too

Charlie rolled onto his back, setting his phone face down on his chest. He stared at the ceiling. That had been… a lot. But he was glad they had talked about it. Actually doing that stuff? Touching Nick- 

That would take some building up to. But they had time. He smiled. They had all the time in the world.

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“Not the Avengers again!” Charlie complained. “Literally anything else.”

Nick stopped messing with the laptop on his lap, frowning at him. “Please?”

“We watched it a few weeks ago!”

“Yeah,” Nick pouted. “That’s a long time ago.”

Charlie sighed. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“It’s just going to be on in the background! You don’t even have to watch it.” 

Rubbing a hand across his face, he relented. “Fine. But we’re watching Moonlight next time.”

Nick grinned, clicking play immediately. “You’re the best.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “Now kiss me before I have to look at Jeremy Renner’s face.”

“If you insist,” Nick joked, the sound of the movie starting to come out of the shitty speakers. He turned the volume up before moving the laptop a safe distance down the bed.

Charlie brought his hand up to cup his boyfriend’s face, kissing him.

Nick immediately relaxed into it. His hands fell to Charlie’s waist, fingers teasing just under the shirt but not moving to take it off. Their noses bumped gently as Charlie tilted his head to deepen the kiss. He felt Nick’s hands clench and relax on his waist, and suppressed a smile. Smoothing his thumb along his cheek, Charlie pulled back. Nick chased his lips and this time, Charlie couldn’t help but smile.

He gently pushed on Nick’s shoulder. He got the message and scooted back to the headboard of the bed. Charlie swung a leg over Nick’s, settling into his lap.

“Alright?” he asked. He settled his hands on his shoulders.

“Yeah,” Nick breathed, cheeks red. “I’m good.”

“Good,” he whispered. He leaned back in, Nick meeting him halfway. Nick’s hands went back to his waist, gripping gently. Charlie tentatively let his weight rest on Nick, instead of on his knees, and Nick responded by tracing patterns into his skin in encouragement.

Charlie felt a surge of relief and let himself get lost in the feeling of kissing Nick. The taste of him, the smell of whatever deodorant he used, the feeling of his skin under his hands… it all added to the building heat in his core. Instead of pulling back or slowing down, he let it simmer there.

He let his hands tangle in Nick’s hair. Nick made a little breathy sound when he tugged gently, so he did it again. Charlie ran his nails along his scalp and Nick leaned away just enough to break the kiss.

“God, Char,” Nick groaned, breathing hard. “That’s good. Keep doing that.”

He did it again and Nick let his head fall back with it. Biting his lip, Charlie took the opportunity to lean forward and put his lips to his neck. He had to drop his hand to the back of Nick’s neck, but it was worth it for the way the breath rushed out of him. 

“Yeah. Okay. That works too.” Nick’s hands fluttered on his waist. 

Charlie shifted in his lap and the hands tightened. He focused on kissing the skin in front of him. Usually, it was Nick who did this sort of thing, but Charlie tried to copy what he thought felt good. He must’ve gotten it right because Nick swallowed hard. His head tipped back further to give him more space.

Charlie gently scraped his teeth against his skin, then paused. “Do you mind if I-?”

Nick very slightly nodded. “Sure. Yeah,” he immediately said. 

He left a light kiss, then a harder one. He opened his mouth and flattened his tongue against him, sucking gently on his neck. Nick’s hips shifted slightly under him. He sucked a little harder and it happened again. Charlie shifted in his lap and an honest-to-god moan came from Nick’s mouth.

One of Nick’s hands left his waist to cover his own mouth. Charlie pulled back from his neck.

“You alright?” he checked.

“Yeah,” Nick said. “Just- The movie isn’t up that loud, you know.”

Charlie smiled at him, shifting forward again. His breath ghosted across Nick’s neck. “I’m not the one making noise.”

Nick huffed. “You’re not the one being teased within an inch of your life.”

Charlie just went back to sucking a hickey onto his boyfriend’s neck. Every pull of his mouth was followed by a slight shift of Nick’s hips. Finally content, he smoothed a finger over the mark that was already starting to form.

Nick tangled a hand in his hair and pulled him back into a kiss. Charlie fell into the sensation of it again, enjoying the feeling of Nick’s mouth on his.

Charlie had slowly become aware of the fact that he was hard, but didn’t give it too much thought. It had happened before, and it didn’t have to be a big deal he didn’t make it one. A small shift of his hips in Nick’s lap confirmed that he was too. Twin spikes of arousal and nervousness flashed through him, but he focused on the kissing instead.

Gently, Nick’s hands shifted Charlie back a bit in his lap. “If you’re not up to anything other than kissing, that’s totally alright,” he told Charlie. “But we should probably slow down a little. I’m getting a little carried away.”

Charlie swallowed hard. Was he ready? Did he want to keep going?

Nick was waiting patiently, looking at him with red cheeks and blown pupils. Charlie knew, if he wanted, they’d slow down to chaste kisses and then finish the movie. No questions asked.

But Nick was flushed and breathing hard underneath him, and fuck it. He wanted something new.

“I’m good to, uh. Try that thing you were talking about. With. Um.”

Nick’s eyes widened. “You mean. The other night?”

Charlie nodded. Then paused. Verbal responses, remember? He swallowed and gathered his thoughts. It was hard, but he pushed through the awkwardness. “Yeah. I. I want to touch you.”

Nick nodded back. “Yeah, of course. Go ahead. Sounds good.”

Charlie couldn’t help but laugh. “Yeah?”

“You can’t blame me for being nervous,” Nick whined. He took a deep breath. “If you’re ready, so am I. Better?”

“Better,” Charlie teased, finding comfort in the familiar act of messing with him. He brought his hand down to cup Nick through his trousers. His boyfriend conspicuously fought against the urge to buck into his hand. His hips tilted up just slightly. He stroked him through the fabric and Nick let out a sharp breath through his nose.

He reached up to undo the button. “Uh, still good?”

“Yep, still good.”

With that, he popped the button. He pulled down the zipper. Then he paused. “All the way off, or…”

“Yeah,” Nick said. “Here, I’ll-” He lifted his hips and shimmied out of his trousers, throwing them carelessly towards the foot of the bed. He leaned over towards his nightstand, opening the drawer. “Here’s lotion. It’s not lube but… I’m not sure where to get that.”

Charlie took the bottle from him. “Yeah, me neither.” Silence slowly crept in as Nick settled back against the headboard, just in his shirt and pants. Which technically was nothing Charlie hadn’t seen before but-

He swallowed and leaned forward to kiss him again, settling more off to the side of him instead of directly in his lap. The familiarity of it helped calm him a little. It was just Nick. It would be fine. If he did something weird or wrong, they could just laugh about it and move on. 

He fumbled the lotion onto his hand as he continued to kiss Nick. Then he let that hand travel downwards. He stopped at the waistband, hand brushing right above it, as his nerves flared up again.

Nick stopped kissing him to say, “Take your time. I can wait.”

Charlie couldn’t help the small smile that slipped onto his face. That was enough to soften the nerves. He shifted forward to kiss him again. Then he reached down and took him in hand.

Nick groaned into his mouth as he stroked him. “Just a little tighter- there,” he said. “God, Char.” His head thunked back against the wall, eyes falling shut.

He sped up his hand a little as he put his mouth on Nick's neck again. Nick kept letting out little gasps on every upstroke. Charlie tried twisting his hand slightly when he reached the head. Immediately Nick’s hips jerked up into his hand.

“Sorry,” Nick said. “Just- please keep doing that.”

Charlie obliged, still sucking another hickey onto his neck. Every few strokes he swiped a thumb over the head. Nick brought one hand up to cover his mouth again, breathing hard. The other squeezed Charlie’s hip in encouragement.

Charlie had to pause to put more lotion on his hand. He admired the sight of his boyfriend in front of him. His hair was tousled from the two of them running their hands through it, and his face was flushed with arousal. His mouth was open and he was panting, eyes only half-open. He looked thoroughly debauched. 

Charlie had done that to him. He had that effect on him. 

Nick reached out his hand, pulling him in for a kiss by the back of his neck. Charlie wrapped his hand around him again as their lips met. It was hard to focus on moving his hand and kissing him back at the same time, but he tried his best. 

Soon Nick was meeting his strokes with thrusts of his hips. He groaned into Charlie’s mouth. “Char, I’m gonna- I’m close,” he warned.

Charlie swallowed and kept moving his hand. Nick quickly became unable to pay attention to kissing him. He was just breathing hard into the space between them. His hands gripped tightly at his neck and waist for support as his hips jerked.

Nick’s breath rushed out as he came apart underneath him. His hands flexed on Charlie’s skin. His hips pressed up into Charlie’s hand and his head fell back, mouth open. 

Heat washed through him as watched him. He stroked him through it, breath shaky. He felt the warm wetness of Nick’s come hit his hand. 

Charlie slowly stopped moving his hand. When he fully pulled it back, it was sticky with lotion. He let it hover awkwardly in the air next to them, not sure what to do about that.

“Just give me a second,” Nick panted out. “Let me just- catch my breath.” He took a few deep breaths before stretching his arm over to his nightstand again. He grabbed the tissue box there and handed it to Charlie. 

Charlie started wiping his hand off, grimacing at the not-quite clean feeling. 

“Sorry, I know it’s not perfect,” Nick apologized. He tucked himself back into his pants. “But, um, I could do you now? If you want.”

Charlie’s eyes widened. “Yeah.” He stammered, “If you- I’m alright with that.”

Nick smiled. “I’ve been thinking about this too,” he admitted. 

Charlie had his trousers off in seconds. His hands shook a little with nerves, but he was more worried about it being over too fast than anything else.

Nick kissed him again. His hand slid onto his thigh, traveling up. Charlie’s focus narrowed down to that point.

His skin buzzed with anticipation as a finger hooked underneath the fabric. Nick rubbed his thumb back and forth on the sensitive skin.

“Tease,” Charlie complained. He could feel his face heating.

“Sorry,” Nick said, sounding smug. “I couldn’t help myself.” His hand pulled back and reached for the lotion. “I’ll get on with it.”

The first touch was almost too much. Charlie was so turned on that the first stroke had him clutching at Nick’s side. It felt entirely different than his own hand. He had a sudden surge of understanding. This is why people are so obsessed with sex, he realized. 

Nick thumbed over the head and all thoughts disappeared from his head. The feeling seemed to spark through his whole body. He groaned, helpless. He dropped his head onto Nick’s shoulder.

“Okay?” Nick asked gently.

“Yeah,” he huffed. “Yeah.”

He felt the warmth building and building in his core. The sound of Nick’s hand was obscene but Charlie could hardly even hear it over the sound of his own breathing. He leaned harder on Nick. 

His eyes fluttered as he had trouble keeping them open. He couldn’t stop his hips from lifting off the bed, chasing Nick’s hand. His head swam and he had trouble focusing on anything other than Nick, Nick, Nick. God, it all felt so good. Nick tightened his hand just slightly. Charlie moaned.

The pleasure built and built. Charlie looked down and saw Nick’s fingers wrapped around him. The sight of it was almost enough to send him over the edge.

“God,” Nick sighed. His voice was rough. “You’re gorgeous.”

That did it. Charlie shuddered and spilled into his hand. His mouth fell open as he was overwhelmed with the feeling of it. His mind went blank. 

Nick stroked him through it, stopping when he twitched with overstimulation. Charlie leaned hard against him. He felt wrung out and melted but in the best way possible. 

“I didn’t realize you liked my voice that much,” Nick teased.

It took Charlie a second to figure out what he meant, brain still offline. “Shut up,” he said. 

Nick wiped his hand with a tissue. “Think you can stand yet? We should probably wash our hands.”

“Give me a second,” Charlie mumbled into his shoulder.

“We can watch the movie, if you’re not up to moving,” he suggested.

Charlie scoffed. “Not even an orgasm makes me want to watch the Avengers with you.”

Nick made an offended sound. “Ouch.”

“... Fine. But no promises about finishing it,” he relented.

It was worth it for the way Nick smiled at him. “You’re the best.” He kissed Charlie’s forehead as they shifted to watch the movie. “I love you.”

Charlie smiled. “I love you too.” He tucked his head into Nick’s shoulder and closed his eyes.

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The door slammed shut behind them. Charlie could hear Tara and Darcy giggling from the other side.

“Have fun!” Darcy teased. “No coming out until tomorrow morning!”

The sound of laughter faded as the two of them backed away from the door.

Charlie glanced over at Nick, rubbing the back of his neck. “I guess we’re sleeping in here, then?”

“Yeah,” Nick dropped his overnight bag on the floor at the foot of the bed. “Not sure this is what our parents thought of when Tara’s mom offered to have us all over.”

Charlie stared at the double bed, clutching his pillow to his chest. “I figured we’d all be sleeping on the floor.”

“Me too.” Nick, pulling out his pajamas, paused. “Um, if you don’t want to, I can probably still go sleep out there. It’s no big deal.”

“No, it’s fine,” Charlie said. “Sorry, I just… wasn’t expecting them to pull something like this.” He yawned, covering his mouth with his hand. 

“If you’re sure,” Nick told him. “Let’s just get ready for bed.” He fiddled with the bottom of his shirt, waiting.

Charlie watched his hand for a second. Suddenly, he realized. He spun around and busied himself with grabbing his own pajamas. He felt hyperaware of the rustling of clothes behind him. It wasn’t like they hadn’t gotten changed in front of each other before, but this was different. Alone in a guest bedroom, even with the lights off, the weight of watching was something entirely new.

Charlie scrambled into his own change of clothes. By the time he turned around, Nick was dressed in a worn t-shirt and athletic shorts. Safe to look at again. 

The two of them awkwardly shuffled over to the bed, laying down next to each other. Charlie stared at the ceiling, mind fixating on the line of heat that was Nick beside him.

“Tonight was fun,” Nick said, breaking the silence.

Charlie huffed out a sigh of relief. “Yeah,” he agreed.

“I’m sure you enjoyed watching something other than the Avengers with me,” Nick teased, jabbing at his ribs with an elbow.

Charlie turned onto his side. “Yeah, it was nice watching good movies for once.”

Nick turned to look at him. “Oof.”

“Hey, you knew practically every word of Hercules! Obviously, you enjoyed it too.” He poked him in the arm.

“That’s because it’s a classic,” Nick argued. “I have taste, you know.”

“Mhmm.”

“Oi, don’t sound so hesitant,” Nick pouted. “I’m dating you. That’s proof.”

Charlie smiled, pulling him into a kiss. “Hmm. An exception. Maybe.”

Nick chose not to fight him, sinking into the kiss instead. 

Their legs tangled together as Charlie scooted closer. Nick tasted like the popcorn he had eaten earlier. It wasn’t offputting, but he registered it anyway.

Charlie was briefly thrown into his own thoughts. Did his mouth taste funny? He’d had some soda earlier. Should he go brush his teeth? He became hyperaware of his own mouth.

Nick pulled back, hand on his cheek. “You alright?”

“Yeah, I- sorry.”

“No, it’s okay,” Nick said, a soft look on his face. “You just froze for a second there.”

Charlie winced. “Uh, yeah. Sorry-”

“-Char, you don’t have to apologize-”

“Does my mouth taste weird?”

Nick stopped. “No?” he answered, confused. “I mean, you kind of taste like soda, but that’s not, like, bad.” He pulled back an inch. “Why? Do I taste weird?”

“Oh, okay. No, I can just tell you had popcorn earlier,” he told him. “Sorry, we can go back to kissing.”

Nick sat up. “We can go brush our teeth if it’s bothering you. I don’t mind. And Darcy was just kidding about the ‘don’t come out’ thing.”

“No, it’s fine,” Charlie said. He tugged at Nick until he settled into place on top of him. “I was just being stupid.”

“Not stupid,” Nick insisted. “Tell me if you change your mind.”

Charlie let out a sigh as Nick gave in and kissed him again. He focused his mind entirely on the feeling of Nick’s hair in his hands, the weight of him on top of him, the pleasure sparking down his spine when Nick sucked on his tongue. It was like second nature to let everything else fall away. 

Nick leaned back an inch, shifting above him. Charlie was about to complain, words on the tip of his tongue, until Nick’s thigh slotted itself between his. He felt himself flush, suddenly remembering that he had admitted to liking it. He swallowed hard and tugged Nick back down as heat washed over him.

One hand braced next to Charlie’s head, Nick kissed back with an intensity that made Charlie’s head swim. His legs instinctively spread incrementally wider. He clutched at his boyfriend’s hair like it was a lifeline.

Nick’s thigh pressed upward, and Charlie's breath left his lungs all at once. Core throbbing, he could feel himself getting hard. God, Nick probably could too. His thigh was pressed right up against him.

He couldn’t help but roll his hips down, against his thigh. He let out a shaky sound at the feeling. Nick pressed more firmly against him, hand grasping at his hip in encouragement. He rolled his hips again. The pleasure sparked through him. He wondered if he could come just from this. He gasped into Nick’s mouth at the thought. I probably could , he realized.

Nick pulled back, pressing kisses to his jaw and neck. “I have a question,” he said, voice quiet. “It’s okay if you say no.”

Charlie focused on not rolling his hips for one second. “Yeah?”

He could feel Nick swallow. “Can I- can I suck you off?”

Charlie felt his thoughts stutter to a halt. “Uh-”

“You can say no! I’ve just been thinking about it, and I’d like to,” Nick told him. He was worrying his bottom lip in his teeth, and Charlie’s eyes were drawn to his mouth.

“Yes,” Charlie said, eyes wide. “God, yes.”

Nick smiled as if Charlie had just done him a favor. “Great.” He leaned in and kissed him for a few seconds before shifting away. He scooched down the bed, still sitting between Charlie’s thighs. Hooking his fingers under his waistband, he looked back at him for permission.

Charlie nodded. “I’m alright.” He lifted his hips to help Nick pull his shorts off. 

Nick settled between his legs. His hands smoothed up his legs, sending shivers up his spine. He hooked a hand under his right thigh, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to it. Charlie watched helplessly as Nick did it again, further up.

“Nick, what’re you…” Charlie trailed off as his mouth found a new spot.

“Can I leave hickeys here?” Nick asked, mouth hovering over the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. “I know you get embarrassed when they’re on your neck, but people won’t be able to see them if they’re here.”

Charlie swallowed, thinking about it. 

Nick waited patiently. The warmth of his breath ghosted over him with every exhale.

“Sure,” Charlie relented.

Nick rewarded him with another blinding smile. He closed his mouth around his skin, smoothing his tongue against him. The gentle pull of his mouth wasn’t enough to leave a mark, but Charlie fisted his hands in the sheets at the feeling. Nick sucked harder, thumb teasing the skin next to his mouth. Satisfied, he moved to a new spot, sucking a mark into the skin there as well. The cooling wetness on his thigh was obscene.

It felt just as good as his mouth on his neck. Maybe better. But the teasing closeness of Nick’s mouth to where he actually needed it was almost unbearable. 

Charlie brought a hand down to tug gently at Nick’s hair, wordlessly asking him to move on. Nick merely looked at him, smiled, and moved to his other thigh. His thumb rubbed at the skin just under his pants. Charlie huffed out a frustrated breath, even as pleasure sparked under his skin at the movement of Nick’s mouth and hands. 

Charlie let him suck one, two, three more hickeys into his skin before he felt shameless enough to tug at him again. “Please,” he begged, cheeks red. “Stop teasing me, please.”

Nick smiled. “Sorry,” he said, not looking sorry at all. He hooked his fingers under the waistband of his pants, again waiting for Charlie.

Charlie immediately nodded and lifted his hips. “Yes.” 

Nick tossed them aside, but Charlie hardly had the presence of mind to track where they ended up. Charlie’s focus narrowed down to the feeling of warm breath on him. Just seeing Nick between his legs like that, staring at him, made his head swim.

Nick’s hand wrapped around him. He pressed a closed-mouth kiss to the tip. Charlie let out a shaky breath. Nick’s tongue darted out to lick part of the way up, his mouth closing around the head.

“Nick,” he moaned, head falling back with a thump. He wanted to watch, but there was no way he’d last long if he did.

Nick repeated the motion, mouth so soft and wet. He shifted his hand so he could lick his way up from the base.

Charlie brought his hand to his mouth to block the noises coming out.

Nick wrapped his lips around him, fitting an inch or so inside the heat of his mouth. It took all of Charlie’s fraying composure to keep his hips still. He curled his hand into the sheets as Nick took more of him.

Nick started bobbing his head and Charlie’s whole body felt electric. His chest heaved with his rapid breathing. It was like nothing else he’d ever felt before. 

Nick’s thumb pressed into one of the hickeys on his thigh, and Charlie jerked.

“Sorry,” he apologized as Nick pulled back.

“It’s alright,” Nick said.

Charlie flushed at how deep his voice sounded. That meant he was enjoying himself, right? 

Nick pressed a kiss onto his hip before taking him back into his mouth. His hand was wrapped around the part he couldn’t fit, and he started dragging his hand up to meet his lips with each bob of his head.

God, Charlie could hear it. The wet sound of Nick’s hand and mouth on him filled the silence of the room, louder than Charlie’s heavy breathing. Even with his head thrown back, he could see Nick’s head bobbing between his legs. None of it seemed real, but oh did it feel good.

“I’m- I’m close,” Charlie warned. He flushed at how whiny his voice sounded.

Nick’s thumb skimmed along the hickeys on his thigh again. His tongue pressed against the underside of his length as he moved his head.

Charlie felt the heat build and build until it couldn’t possibly build any further. He stifled a loud moan with his hand as he came. His thighs shook and he screwed his eyes shut at the overwhelming wave of pleasure. 

Nick stroked him through it, mouth still wrapped around the head. He slowed down his hand as Charlie came back to himself. He pulled off, and they both breathed hard in the sudden stillness of the room.

“That was-” Charlie said, eyes wide. “Wow.”

Nick wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, sitting up. “Yeah?” His voice broke, and he cleared his throat. “Good. I, uh. I enjoyed it.”

Charlie’s hand slid up to the back of his neck, and he moved to pull Nick into a kiss.

“Uh,” Nick said, pausing. “My mouth probably tastes like- You might not want to kiss me right now.”

Charlie flushed. “I mean, you just taste like me now, right? If you could manage, I’m sure it’s not that bad.”

Nick licked his lips absent-mindedly. “I don’t mind it, but I-”

“It’s fine, Nick,” Charlie said, kissing him.

Nick relaxed into it, head tilting into a better angle immediately.

When Charlie deepened the kiss, the salty taste of himself on Nick’s tongue greeted him. It wasn’t bad. It was just… different. Is that what Nick would taste like if he-?

“Can I… do that to you?” Charlie asked, suddenly self-conscious. 

“If you want to,” Nick said, hovering over him still. “You don’t have to.”

“I want to,” Charlie reassured. He really wanted to. “I want you to feel good, too.” He kissed Nick for a few more seconds, giving himself time to build up the confidence he needed. Then, he gently pushed him until their positions were swapped.

The sight of Nick, skin flushed and chest heaving underneath him, was one he would never stop enjoying. It was too soon for him to get hard again, but seeing Nick like that surely made it seem less impossible. He helped Nick out of his athletic shorts but pulled up short after seeing his pants. His eyes were drawn to a small wet spot in the fabric. God, he did that?

Any thoughts of teasing Nick in revenge flew from his head. The pants were tossed aside as well. 

He took him in hand, stroking slowly. This was familiar. He had done this before.

Just like before, Nick let out a sigh at the feeling. Charlie considered just getting him off with his hand, like before. Nick would be fine with that. But he was curious. Nick had seemed to enjoy himself. Was it good from that end too?

He touched his lips to the tip in an experimental kiss, like Nick had. When he licked his lips, he tasted the slight salt left behind there. He closed his mouth around the first inch or so, trying to remember what had felt good on himself. Careful to keep his teeth away, he sucked gently. 

Nick made a breathy sound of encouragement, one hand falling to gently card through his hair.

Charlie sucked again, running his tongue along the underside, and was rewarded with another breathy moan. He dipped his head, trying to fit more in his mouth, but couldn’t help but gag when it hit the back of his throat.

“Take it slow,” Nick said, voice still sounding wrecked. “You don’t have to fit it all.”

Charlie tried again, stopping when it felt like too much. He pulled back, sucking, then moved down again, bobbing his head like he remembered Nick doing. 

Charlie got used to the rhythm, the heaviness of Nick in his mouth. Nick’s hand was still curled in his hair, and the gentle weight there was nice. It felt good to feel his thighs shake under him and know he was the reason for it.

He belatedly remembered to use his hand as well. He licked his hand, trying to get it wet first, then started stroking in time with his mouth. He looked up at Nick’s face. His pupils were blown huge with arousal, his eyelids heavy and his cheeks flushed.

Their eyes met. He felt Nick stiffen under him, his hand tightening in his hair. Nick let out a shuddering groan, eyes leaving his as his head tipped back.

Charlie pulled away as warm liquid splashed into his mouth, the last of it landing on his lips. He stroked him through it until he softened in his hand.

“Sorry,” Nick breathed. “I didn’t realize- I was going to warn you.”

“It’s okay,” he said. His tongue darted out instinctively to clean his lips.

Nick’s eyes, still half-closed from his orgasm, watched the movement with fascination. “God, you’re- Come here.” He tugged him up to kiss him, quick and sweet.

Charlie curled up next to him, tucking his face into his shoulder. Their breathing slowly returned to normal.

“We should really brush our teeth now,” Charlie grimaced as the taste settled in his mouth.

“In a minute,” Nick mumbled into his hair. “Sleepy.”

Charlie sighed, closing his eyes. “Alright. In a minute.”