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Charlie buried his face into Nick’s neck, hiding the wide grin he couldn’t control.
They’d done it. They’d fucking done it.
And it had been… awesome, amazing… at times awkward, and involved far more laughter than Charlie had ever anticipated.
But it had been good.
Charlie started laughing again and Nick’s arm around his bare chest tightened, squeezing him close.
“I don’t know if I should feel offended that you’re laughing mere seconds after sex, Char.”
He knew Nick was grinning without having to look, he could hear in the tone of his voice, could sense it just from how he held Charlie in his arms.
“We did it… we had sex, Nick… like… actual sex!”
Charlie was giddy, floating on a cloud high above his body. It wasn’t just the orgasm; they’d spent the last few weeks enjoying a lot of those together, every one better than anything he had experienced alone. No, it was… this. Naked cuddles in bed after being as close as it was possible for two people to get. Physically, emotionally… whatever. And it had been so fucking good . Sure, it had been awkward because neither of them really knew what they were doing; research could only take you so far. But they hadn’t been awkward. They’d laughed and grinned and teased each other until… until it had been good.
Because they were them. Nick and Charlie. They were safe to make mistakes, to explore new boundaries, together. They were good, so everything they tried together was good.
So bloody good.
God, he loved Nick. He hadn’t thought it was possible to love him more than he already did, but now he knew differently. He loved him so much it felt like that love might burst from his chest. He couldn’t contain it. He didn’t want to contain it, so he let it free. Giddy, and free. He laughed again.
Nick chuckled and pressed a kiss to the top of Charlie’s head. “I thought we’d agreed we’d already had sex… you know… the hand jobs and stuff.”
Charlie sighed happily before leaning up to kiss Nick properly. It was slow and lazy after the clumsy passion from a few minutes ago. “Yeah, we had… but you know what I mean. Sexual intercourse… Penetrative sex… anal. The whole… thing .”
“Ew, don’t say penetrative.”
Charlie snorted as he nestled back down into Nick’s soft chest. He loved Nick’s body. He loved Nick. He loved this.
He laughed again. A giggle really. A love sick, happy giggle he didn’t want to fight.
He’d never admit this to anyone, not even his awesome boyfriend, but Charlie had been fantasising about sex with Nick since the day he’d approached Charlie and asked him to join the rugby team. And those fantasies hadn’t started off tame either, involving showers and hands and mouths… but ultimately every fantasy had ended with one of them with their hands pressed against the tiled wall being fucked from behind.
What could he say, he had been a horny teenager.
He still was a horny teenager.
Charlie had known he’d wanted this for years.
He was obviously glad those early fantasies had remained just fantasies (he didn’t actually want his first time to be against a — probably dirty — communal shower wall, in some crazy lust fueled encounter with a guy he liked, but didn’t really know ), and by the time they’d kissed at Harry’s party his daydreams (and night dreams) had already shifted towards something closer to what they’d just shared in Nick’s bed. But the point was, Charlie has always known he wanted to do everything when it came to sex. But if Nick had never wanted to do more than hand jobs or blow jobs he would have never asked for more. He loved Nick far more than his desires, however once it became apparent that Nick was just as eager as Charlie, it had been all he could think about for weeks.
So, now, after weeks of waiting, of build up, to be laying in Nick’s bed, sort of sweaty, fully naked, in Nick’s arms after sex, Charlie was on cloud nine. Who got to experience a first time as good and right as that? Sometimes Charlie still couldn’t believe he got to have this, to have Nick, to have his love. He sighed happily and pressed a kiss where his lips could reach.
“Are you okay?” Charlie asked quietly a minute later, his hand stroking Nick’s tummy.
Nick hummed. “Very, very okay. You?”
“I’m… perfect,” he answered truthfully. “But are you sure you’re not, you know…”
He turned his head to look up at Nick, whose bright brown eyes were smiling down at him. Eyes that contained only warmth, and love and happiness. “Promise I’m fine. Feels a bit… weird. But not, you know… painful. It’s hard to describe.”
They shared a shy smile, and then Nick snorted. “Sticky as fuck though… I know that link I sent said no such thing as too much lube, but we might have proved them wrong.” He wriggled his bum against the mattress dramatically.
Charlie laughed and lightly smacked his chest. “I was nervous!”
“You were nervous?! I was nervous!”
Charlie’s smile dropped and he rose up on his elbow to peer at Nick properly. “Are you sure it was okay? That it didn’t… hurt?” He couldn’t quite meet Nick’s eyes as he said the last part, focusing instead on Nick’s clavicle. A love bite was already blossoming on Nick’s pale skin, and he knew by morning it would be dark and prominent.
Nick lifted Charlie’s chin until he was staring back into brown eyes. He smiled widely and earnestly. “okaydoesn’t even begin to describe it. I love you, Charlie Spring. I love you so much. And that was perfect. You’re perfect.”
“I love you too.” Charlie closed his eyes and pressed a long, hard kiss to Nick’s smiling lips as his heart did funny things in his chest. How could he be so happy and suddenly so close to tears, all at once?
He pulled back a moment later, keeping his eyes closed and his lips just barely brushing Nick’s. “So… next time you’re fucking me, yes?”
Nick’s belly shook under Charlie as he pulled him down for another quick kiss. “You’re bloody insatiable, Char.”
“Oh, well if you don’t want to—”
“Oh I want to. If you definit—”
“I definitely want you to. It was you who insisted I top first.”
“I wanted to know how it feels! So I can make it good for you!”
“Nothing to do with that article you sent at 3am last week about the prostate then?”
Nick flushed a beautiful pink as he glared up at Charlie.
Charlie burst out laughing, and a second later Nick joined in. And then Charlie was being rolled over and Nick was kissing him as they laughed for no other reason than they were happy. So fucking happy.
Charlie felt like he was floating, he was so happy… but he was also suddenly… damp. And cold, and sticky. And…
He moved his hands down to Nick’s chest, who moaned in encouragement. Charlie laughed against his lips and shoved him back.
“Nick… you rolled me into the wet patch, and it’s gross. I’m gross… you’re gross.”
Nick rolled off him, crossing his arms over his chest and huffing up at the ceiling in mock offence. “Charming.”
“We could shower…” Charlie said suggestively.
Nick turned to face him as Charlie shuffled sideways out of the patch where he might have, with shaky grip, miscalculated exactly how much lube he could physically hold on his fingers as he’d attempted to coat himself only a short time ago. There was also another patch further down the bed where an eager, and nervous, Nick had tried to demonstrate a new found skill. And spilt half the bottle.
There was also drying cum on Nick’s stomach, and, somehow, more on Charlie’s side and hip. He wasn’t quite sure how it had managed to end up there.
“Together?” Nick asked, eyes bright and hopeful.
Charlie carried on shuffling until he could press his body against Nick, from head to toe. He didn’t care if he was being clingy, he had no desire to stop touching his boyfriend for a second longer than necessary at the moment. After days of being apart, and then the last few hours, Charlie wasn’t sure he ever wanted to be apart ever again.
“Your mum definitely isn’t going to come home and find us in the shower together?” he asked, wrapping an arm over Nick’s waist.
“It’s gone two in the morning, I think it’s safe to say if she was coming home she’d be back by now.”
Charlie snorted. “I still can’t believe your mum slept away from her own house for the night, just so we could have sex.”
Nick rolled onto his back, pulling Charlie on top of him again. His cheeks were slightly flushed as he grinned sheepishly up at him. “Well, she didn’t quite put it like that… she just… you know…”
“Nick, she’s stayed out overnight, what, fifteen minutes away? Just so we can fuck, and she doesn’t have to hear or deal with any awkward hallway encounters. Admit it. Your mum knows we’re having sex right now.”
Nick’s cheeks darkened and Charlie laughed. “Well… not right now we’re not. And she’s probably asleep by now. Or too drunk to be thinking about… ew, no. Let’s stop talking about my mum and our sex life, please.”
Charlie kissed the darkening love bite on Nick’s neck and then rolled off him. “Gladly. Come on, shower. I can’t sleep like this.”
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Charlie must have been drunk himself. Not on alcohol, but on sex. On orgasms? On the feeling of Nick’s hands on his body? Because even a week ago he couldn’t actually imagine standing naked in front of his boyfriend, no matter how much he knew Nick loved him, no matter how much he loved Nick.
But here he was, with only falling water and Nick’s body covering him. And he found that he didn’t care, in fact he relished the feeling. He felt powerful, the way just kissing like this made Nick’s body respond, the sounds that fell from Nick’s lips as his hands roamed Charlie’s body.
And it wasn’t as if they weren’t actually getting clean at the same time. In fact the body wash was proving to be very useful in Nick’s current activity, adding just enough slide as he stroked Charlie who, despite knowing the house was empty, was trying to muffle his own noises as he kissed Nick back just as hungrily.
By the time Nick switched the shower off sometime later, Charlie knew it was possible to be drunk on orgasms, because the cloudy, fuzzy, tired, but blissed out feeling he was experiencing felt awfully like the effect vodka had had on him at his sixteenth a few months ago.
Nick wrapped a towel over his shoulders, which admittedly didn’t do much to cover the rest of him, and then placed a kiss to his forehead.
“Come on you, bed,” he said softly as he gently turned Charlie around, wrapped his arms around him from behind and shuffled them out of the steamy bathroom, into the cold hallway and towards his open bedroom door.
“You’re good at that…” Charlie mumbled, eyes half closed and his lips turned up in a sappy grin.
Nick paused their walk in his doorway, groaned and buried his head in Charlie’s neck.
“S’up?” Charlie asked sleepily.
“Need a minute… recharging.”
“Recharging?” Charlie forced his eyes open as he twisted his head to squint at the top of Nick’s damp hair. “Thought we were sleeping now? I mean, I cou—”
“We’re all clean… the sheets, however, are not,” Nick mumbled, pressing a kiss to Charlie’s neck, who subconsciously tilted to give him better access. He loved neck kisses.
Charlie didn’t respond, happy to just stand in Nick’s arms in the dim light of his bedroom, with only the fairy lights illuminating the space that felt as comforting and safe as his own room… more so perhaps, letting his neck be kissed.
But eventually Nick’s lips slowed and he sighed against Charlie’s skin. “Mum’s gonna know if I willingly change the sheets…”
“I thought we’d established she already knows.”
“Yeah, but that’s… theoretical. Changing the sheets makes it… fact.”
“Come on, I want the sleep part of this sleepover, Nicholas. Sheets. Chop, chop.”
“Bossy…” Nick complained, but he dropped his hold of Charlie, found a pair of boxers on the floor and started to pull them up.
He stopped a second later, glaring at the boxers in confusion. Charlie burst out laughing.
“Fucking love your thighs you know… not sure my boxers feel the same way though.” He held his hand out as Nick stuck his tongue out, shimmied back out of the black boxers stuck halfway up his legs, and threw them at Charlie.
Five minutes later a pile of dirty sheets sat in the corner of the room, and Charlie was back in bed, back laying on Nick’s chest, listening to his calming heartbeat, wrapped in a clean duvet that smelt of whatever washing powder Sarah used, a scent that always made Charlie relax, a scent that gave Charlie comfort.
“Sex was good, yeah? Like… really fucking good?” Nick whispered just as Charlie was drifting off.
He nuzzled into Nick’s chest. “Better than I ever dreamed… and I’ve dreamt about it, a lot.”
Nick chuckled and kissed his forehead again. “Yeah… me too.”
“Love you…” Charlie tried to convey so much feeling, so much love and gratitude and happiness with those words, but his body was heavy with sleep and he feared he failed.
Under his head he felt Nick’s chest take a deep, shuddering breath which only served to lull Charlie further into sleep.
“Love you, Char. Love you forever. Love you so much… I need you to know, no matter what, you’re it for me. I’m never leaving you… you’re stuck with me for life, or until you’re fed up with me. But I hope you never are… because… because you’re everything.”
Charlie heard the words, but more than that, he felt the words in his heart as his mouth twisted up into a content smile, but he was already half asleep, so he pressed a kiss to whatever part of Nick’s body he was laying on and managed to murmur a very quiet, “Same,” before settling into a dreamless sleep.