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They had made love until early in the morning. After all, they had to make up for lost time. They hadn't seen each other in over two weeks because of Nick's college exams and they had missed each other like crazy. They were totally missing the contact of the other's body on theirs, missing caresses, kisses, everything, even missing hearing the other snore in the middle of the night.
Nick was home for the weekend, and the first thing he did was pick up Charlie in his car from school and take him home. What happened next had been a little unclear, so to keep it simple, let's just say they found each other again.
The sun was now starting to rise and Nick had his head resting on Charlie's bare chest. He listened to his breathing calm down little by little after they experienced their best sex in a while. It had been sporty, Nick was sure he was going to be sore for the rest of the weekend and he clearly felt drained, but at the same time he felt a fullness that he only found with his boyfriend. . Being away from him was really the only thing that sucked in his college life, but they were doing a pretty damn good job.
He caressed the lines of Charlie's pectorals covered with a light film of sweat and tenderly kissed one of his nipples.
“I'm all sticky and sweaty, Nick! We should clean ourselves up a bit, don’t you think?” Charlie laughed softly as he felt his lips on his sensitive skin and fidgeted beneath him.
“I don’t really care if you’re sticky. Let’s stay in bed a little longer, please,” Nick replied. He wasn't quite ready to physically separate from him yet. He intended to take advantage of every second that would be given to them.
He nestled his face in the crook of his neck, making Charlie laugh harder. This sound, shit! He had missed him so much! He tried as always to leave a hickey on his pale skin, but since the incident in Paris, Charlie, as usual, stopped him by capturing his lips on the fly and kissing him until he forgot everything, including his own name.
The brunette cupped his face and looked him straight into his chocolate eyes, and the Earth turned on its axis again, everything returned to its place. Nick let himself fall again, his head on Charlie's chest and he smiled when Charlie's slightly bony hand ran through his blond hair. Once, twice, and then his fingers were tangled in his thin, short locks for good. He was the one who usually did that, because he loved Charlie's hair, no, he had an obsession with Charlie's curls. But it was nice that the roles were reversed. The sensation was far from unpleasant, so much so that he felt his eyelids close of their own accord and his entire attention turned to Charlie's fingers tangled in his hair, forgetting the rest of the world around him. He really liked it…they should do it more often. No wonder Charlie was always asking him for headjobs, it was absolutely in the top ten sensations he had ever felt. He exhaled contentedly and Charlie chuckled softly which created a cloud of butterflies in his lower abdomen. That too was in the top 10…
“We really need to get up, sweetheart, it’s Tori’s birthday tomorrow and I still haven’t found the perfect gift for her…”
“You thought of a vampire coffin,” he taunted gently. He loved Tori and her dark humor, Tori and her eternal 'I'm going to kill you' glare, Tori and her unconditional love for Charlie and how hard she fought for him when he was at his worst. He and Tori had become a sort of friends, at least the closest thing to it taking into account her unsociability. And since they were friends, he could make fun of her. Charlie poked him in the ribs, but he laughed anyway. “No, more seriously, I think she told me about a film that she loves at the moment and it seems to me that it is an adaptation from a book. This could be the start of a gift. Add to that some things to eat and a blanket and you will be her favorite brother.”
Despite all the protests he could make, the brunette finally freed himself from his embrace and stood up. He lowered himself to the ground and picked up Nick's hoodie and put it on without even asking his permission. Those days, Nick had given up on not sharing his wardrobe with him, he had even had to create a secret stash of hoodies so as not to run out, they would always disappear like some ghost clothes and reappear weeks later smelling a different smell than his own.
He laid on his back looking at Charlie who, as if he were at home, was coming out in his boxers and sweatshirt to go take a shower. It was extraordinarily fascinating the point of comfort they had reached in their relationship. It didn't matter that they had been a couple of spotty teenagers, they were now in love with a capital L, such domestic love, and unconditional love, and they were really good at it. Was it too much to say that Charlie was the love of his life? Maybe, but it sounded so right, it made so much sense. He loved him so much.
Before making a fool of himself in his own thoughts, he finally got up too and went to the bathroom. Charlie was still in the shower, his brown curls wet and full of shampoo. He smiled softly at him through the glass wall and began to brush his teeth. Honestly, if you asked him, that sure sounded like the love of a lifetime, right? But what did he, who wasn’t even twenty years old yet, know about it…?
“I love you,” he whispered, just because he wanted to tell him and had once sworn to himself that he would tell him every time the thought crossed his mind. Suffice to say that Charlie had heard these three little words a lot of times, but it didn't matter, Nick wanted him to know it, he wanted him to never doubt it and that he certainly didn't forget it.