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Charlie knows he’s not supposed to be here.
Or really, /sober/ Charlie knows he’s not supposed to be here at the moment. Drunk Charlie, however, is a different story as he slowly peels up the window to the Nelson house’s kitchen and slides in with a rather cheeky giggle that’s barely seen lately before he’s just chilling on the floor, cold tile making him shiver before he’s up and stumbling around, snatching a half-empty bottle of red and raiding the fridge, taking out some cold pizza like he actually owns the place before settling on the couch.
He doesn’t know how many drinks he’s had or where exactly he was anymore as he was out with friends he’d made through Elle, but he knows that he missed his boyfriend and even though he wasn’t actually /at/ home due to an away rugby game with his mother and brothers, he’s already just, you know, walked from his house to his house. In the rain. And broke in illegally. So it’s not really his place anymore to care otherwise.
He didn’t exactly want to be that wanker and jimmy open the front door (drunk Charlie’s already paranoid there is police incoming) so the window seemed to be the best bet as he’s currently not wearing jeans…or anything really, so much easier to come through and much easier to slip out of once he’s had his fill and become a normal person again.
Did he also mention that he might be not exactly looking like Sober Charlie tonight? Well, he hadn’t forgotten that he’d allowed Elle and the girls to dress him up to take him around the town thankfully, but it kinda stood out that he wasn’t exactly who he was supposed to be.
Honestly, Nick might have a fit seeing him like this. While they’d been dating for a while, he hadn’t really brought up the fact that he owed girls’ clothing. That or wore it on occasion. Then again, to a guy like Nick, if you found your boyfriend out on the town wearing a sleek sleeveless turtle neck black dress, a pink fluffy coat, stockings, heels and chains as well as earrings along with makeup, you’d most likely be confused and concerned about the whole picture to a point as well.
Meh, Nick’s not here though, so it doesn’t really matter, though Drunk Charlie is sure that if he was, things would be a very different story. Good or bad, however, he doesn’t know. Perks of being completely wasted before 12 AM he guessed.
He’s just finishing the slice of pizza he’s hocked from the fridge after downing the wine bottle’s contents when the light suddenly turns on in the living room and he’s left rather blinded for a minute and very confused before he locks onto some wide brown eyes. Oh shit.
Nick, fucking Nick, his boyfriend, the love of his life, is literally standing there, totally not away from the house and looking like a mess of a human who was most likely sleeping before all this, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants and holding a toilet brush in a way that screams ‘I thought you were a burglar’ vibes, mouth agape.
Meanwhile, Drunk Charlie is frozen, his already overtaxed brain going a hundred miles an hour as the pizza rests casually on his lips, the plate balanced on his stomach. ‘Fuck, how is he here? When did he get back? Shit, this was such a bad idea, he looks so fucking weird after the girls dressed him, this is so bad-’
He only moves when Nick moves and while he moves away, pizza and wine bottle along with the now broken plate left for dead and heels clomping underneath him like a baby deer attempting to get up after it’s born, Nick moves swiftly in like a predator hunting its lunch.
The toilet brush is abandoned like trash as he gives chase, pushing Charlie against the wall before he can reach for the countertop to hoist himself through the window, the taller male’s breath practically burning as he starts leaving a trail of wet kisses down Charlie’s neck, the other male arching into them with a moan, glitter-covered eyes closing immediately.
“Oh fuck, Char-” He can hear Nick’s raspy, sleep-toned voice talking. “-holy shit, you look so fucking good, oh my god-”
“I missed youuuuu.” Charlie slurs, giggling despite himself as Nick pulls back after a while, his lips red and slightly swollen while he cups Charlie’s chin and he stares back up at him.
“Pretty boyyyyy…I love youuuuu-” Charlie wobbles on and it’s making Nick grin as he does, the other’s entire demeanour screaming that he wants to fuck him like right now and finish the job (even in his inebriated state, he can see Nick eyeing the couch with a little too much longing), but instead, he just warmly smiles at him. “Come on, you silly boy.”
“Where we goin’?” Charlie attaches himself to Nick’s side, heels and all, only stopping every few seconds to kiss him, thankfully Nick reciprocates every one of them, leaving him extremely light despite the ache that’s setting in for his body starting to clear out.
“Upstairs to bed, of course.” Nick chuckles and Drunk Charlie just chuckles back, happily walking along with him until Nick lets go to which he responds by grabbing onto him again like an octopus to make out with him, even though they are sitting heavily on Nick’s bed now.
“Charlie, babe-” Nick protests as he continues his actions while he attempts to remove the shorter boy’s high heels. “-calm down, I’m not going anywhere, what’s with the whiskey dick situation here?”
“How dare you, Nicholas-” Charlie slurs, without any heat behind it as he lies on his back and kicks up at him with his now only stocking covered feet. “-I missed you and you’re treating me like I’ve just seen you an hour ago. I’m allowed to be a princess right now.”
Nick can’t help but laugh at the whole thing, even as Charlie is now /exactly /acting like that in his drunk state. It’s all too cute and he loves it. “Okay, Char.”
“You’d better okay Char me-” Charlie says confidently as he turns over onto his stomach, giving Nick a full view of his arse under the dress that makes his hands twitch and mouth go dry before he slurs. “I’m ready to go, big boy,” before yawning and promptly falling asleep. The absurdness of the whole thing makes Nick burst into loud laughter that he’s sure will wake up his Mum and David somehow. Charlie, however, answers it with a snore.
The next morning brings enlightenment several things to Sober Charlie, whose eyes are still trying to open properly, some of which he doesn’t understand immediately. First, he’s not in his own bed. Second, behind him is warm, like someone just left.
Third, he’s either still in a dress or bottomless, as indicative by the feeling of his thighs rubbing together with no material between them and lastly, the pillow he’s on is covered in smeared makeup, which is most likely painting a very unflattering and terrifying picture of what happened last night to him.
Fumbling, his heart races a little bit as he sits up in bed and looks around, seeing the familiar colours and shelves of Nick’s bedroom walls looking back at him and he calms for a moment until he remembers that Nick’s not at home and it starts back up again.
However, the timing could not have been more perfect for such a realization to happen as before he knows it, Nick’s entering the room with two mugs of tea and smiling at Charlie who stares back quite embarrassed as he walks over to him. “Good morning sleeping beauty.”
“Morning.” Charlie witheringly reptiles before taking the offered mug gratefully (ah, sleeves, he must be wearing out of Nick’s sweatshirts) and almost burning his tongue off in the first 10 seconds, hissing while Nick laughs. He’s less hasty to take sips after that. “Please tell me you didn’t find me in a gutter last night.”
“No, actually-” Nick’s hands are tapping around his own mug. “-you broke into my house.”
“I fucking what?!” Charlie almost does a spit-take, but luckily lowers the mug out of shock before any tea has a chance to be in his mouth, horror flooding his features. “I broke into the house? Into /this/ house? When?! How?!”
“I’m not sure-” Nick’s almost indulging in the flustered look Charlie’s acquiring as he tries to remember the previous night. “-but it might have been around midnight? I heard something downstairs and came to find you in your delightful outfit splayed out on the couch after half chugging a bottle of wine and eating leftovers from 3 days ago. Apparently, you missed me so much that you decided it would be wise to break in through the kitchen window.”
“Christ, I’m so sorry.” Charlie winced, shaking his head. “Elle convinced me to come with her and some of her friends from Higgs out to a party over the other side of Herne Bay. You weren’t here to hang out with me and I wasn’t exactly wanting to go out in jeans, so Elle let me raid her closet for a coat to go with this look and did the rest after. It…doesn’t look too bad, does it?” He side-eyed Nick for his reaction, a little nervous about it all still.
“Charlie, I almost fucking ate you out against a wall last night.” Nick breathed and Charlie’s eyes widened to a comical degree as he processed this statement and the others that followed it. “You looked so good lying there in that outfit, I didn’t even know what happened to me, but I practically felt like I was going to die if I didn’t get my lips on you. How long have you been doing stuff like /that/ for anyway?”
Well… that was unexpected. Should he be so surprised that Nick was so turned on by the crossdressing? Not completely, but it still brought with it some trepidation. “A few years, on and off.” He admits, shrugging. “Elle would keep buying girl clothes when she started hormones and anything that didn’t fit her as she developed into the size she is now, I kinda swiped up under the guise of giving it to Tori before I’d keep for myself.”
“Huh. So, that-” Nick waved a hand towards the shimmering garment that sat lengthways across Nick’s armchair with everything else. “- is your dress? Do you have others?”
“Oh yeah, Elle doesn’t like the flowy ones her grandmother and mother sometimes get her for gifts and such. I don’t mind them normally. That was one that she really hated.”
“Well thank god, because you looked amazing in it.” Nick smiled genuinely back at him, making the younger male blush. “Glad you liked it. I’ll have to give you a show next time we end up at my place.”
“Yes please.” Nick kissed the younger male’s hand as they sat there, just basking in the sunshine streaming through Nick’s windows. “I would like nothing more.”