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Charlie Spring! Nick pulsed with nervous energy. 

Handsome…clever…talented…funny…kind… He sighed, watching Charlie’s dimples reappear as another person stopped him to say hi. 

He really does unite all the best blessings of existence , Nick mused as Charlie wove his way slowly through the crowd. 

When their eyes met, Nick’s chest tightened. Moving towards Charlie, he tucked the Kindle he was holding into a pocket. He’d read a few of the novels over July and August and listened to a couple of audiobooks when on the move – riding the bus around town, travelling to visit his mum in London, working out at the uni gym. He enjoyed Austen’s novels at any time, but the fact that now they were bringing Charlie back to Bath a few weeks early made him love them all the more. And for being the person responsible for Charlie’s return to Bath earlier than expected, Nick was ready to kiss Darcy on the lips, though he knew that was not the way they’d prefer to be thanked.  

Darcy Olson, incoming Committee Chair of the campus LGBT+ Society, had messaged all the members in late June to say the Soc had been signed up to present a scene at Bath’s annual Jane Austen Festival in September, which this year would be celebrating the 250th anniversary of the writer’s birth. 

In volunteering the Soc for the event, Darcy said they realised many of the members wouldn’t be able to journey back to Bath early, but they thought they could at least get a quorum. Darcy felt it might be an excellent way to connect the uni LGBT+ crowd with the permanent queer residents of Bath, and they were always strategising ways to get acquainted with the local gays.   

“Hi.” Charlie’s smile grew wider and his dimples deeper as Nick closed the distance to reach him.

“Hi,” Nick exhaled and opened his arms. Charlie fell into them, looping his arms around Nick’s waist. He didn’t let go. Nick wrapped himself around Charlie, holding him close and breathing in Charlie’s scent. He’d missed it. Missed Charlie. 

When Nick felt Charlie’s grip finally loosen, he relaxed his hold and stepped back but kept his hands on Charlie’s shoulders. “Did you figure out Darcy’s plan?” he asked.

“Not exactly… no.” Charlie shrugged, and Nick dropped his arms. “I guess we’ll find out in a few minutes, though.” Charlie stepped to Nick’s side, looped an arm through Nick’s, and tugged. “Come on,” he said. “Let’s get our seats.” 

Darcy greeted the Soc members finding their way into the cafe space at The Edge, the uni’s arts building. They seemed determined to have a little chat with each and every person before starting the meeting. While they waited, Nick and Charlie squeezed onto the built-in seating behind a table in one corner of the cafe. They positioned themselves to mirror each other – elbows resting on the back of the seat, knees bumping as they got closer. 

Words poured into the space between them, filling the gap of a few months apart. They rushed to tell each other all that had happened in the time since they’d last seen each other, oblivious of everyone else in the room. Charlie rehashed his summer being stuck at home with his mum, when he wasn’t working, adding little quips that made Nick laugh. Nick rested his head on his hand, focusing on Charlie’s facial expressions, absorbed in the joy of hearing Charlie’s voice again. Since they’d been messaging constantly over the last few months, most of what Charlie was saying wasn’t news, but Nick still loved hearing the words falling softly and smoothly from Charlie’s lips. 

Charlie questioned Nick about his summer, too. He’d already heard a lot about Nick’s job helping with local youth rugby camps around Bath from their daily messaging. As Nick recounted one of his funnier experiences with the kids, the sound of Charlie’s giggles had him plotting what to say next to keep Charlie laughing. At a particularly funny part, Charlie laid his hand on Nick’s bicep, his blue eyes filled with mirth. Nick knew it was an innocent touch; it didn’t mean anything. Nick glanced down at Charlie’s hand on his arm and back up with a tender smile. He hoped Charlie didn’t hear the little gasp that had escaped with the unexpected touch. 

Chill, Nelson, he told himself. He’s your friend. That’s all.   

Charlie’s laughter mellowed into an adoring smile, and they were still staring into each other’s eyes when Darcy suddenly clapped her hands near them and said, “As soon as Nick and Charlie stop flirting and pay attention, we’ll start.” 

Nick flinched, blushing and confused. When had everyone filled in the seats around them? He glanced at Charlie. Still smiling and seemingly unperturbed by Darcy, Charlie rolled his eyes but turned to give Darcy his attention.  

“Alright, rainbow people…” Darcy’s voice echoed. They raised their hands, commanding everyone’s attention. “Ready to hear your task?” Shouts of ‘yes’ followed.  

Darcy explained that Nathan, one of the Arts administrators, sent them a ‘call for presenters’ for one of the festival’s theatrical events. They submitted a proposal for a scene on the theme of “Queering Austin”, and it was accepted. Since the proposal was submitted in the name of the Society, Darcy wanted as many willing members as possible to participate. The Soc would be allowed to stage just one scene based on Austen’s works. To help make the Soc’s scene be the best it could be, Darcy asked everyone to lend their creative power. They tasked the group with working either alone or in pairs to write a canon-related scene – but make it queer! At the end of the week, they’d reconvene to decide which amongst the Soc members’ efforts to throw their energy into, developing it into a roughly ten minute scene. 

“It can be a modern take, or you can stick with something from the period… just… make it queer!” Darcy made a sweeping gesture around at the assembled group. “Any questions?” 

James, a second year sitting beside Isaac, raised his hand. When Darcy called on him, he said, “Admit it Darcy… you just want to see Tara’s heaving bosom in a Regency gown. That’s why you signed us up for this.” Everyone laughed, and James looked around, basking in the positive feedback. He caught Charlie’s eye and winked.       

“Thank you, James, for your input,” Darcy deadpanned, when the merriment died down. “For your information, I don’t need an excuse to see Tara’s heaving bosom.”        

“Darcy!” Tara scolded, shaking her head, and everyone laughed. 

As the laughter subsided again, Nick raised his hand. “You said we can work in pairs?” After Darcy affirmed, Nick turned to Charlie. “W-would you mind working with me?” he asked timidly. “I don’t know Austen’s works as well as you do.” 

Nick knew he was lying, but he couldn’t stop himself. He’d read Persuasion , Sense and Sensibility , and Mansfield Park over the summer, and listened to Pride and Prejudice and Northanger Abbey, too. He’d also read a French translation of Pride and Prejudice in one of his modules during the previous year. But having an excuse to work closely with Charlie over the week was too tempting to pass up. And, besides, even though he knew Austen’s works well, Charlie might know them better.  

Charlie, who was already looking at him as he spoke, smiled and answered, “Sure.” 

Tara, the Society’s secretary, made note, “Okay. Nick and Charlie are a team. Anyone else teaming up?” 

Elle and Tao raised their hands while Isaac resolutely confirmed he’d be working alone. Indecision erupted amongst the rest, and Tara told them to message her by the next day if they’d decided to pair up. Otherwise, she’d assume they were working solo.  

“Tara and I wrote a short piece over the summer to show you what we mean,” Darcy said, pulling a folded-up piece of paper out of their pocket.

“Tara my beloved, would you please do the honour of reading it to us?” they asked, passing their girlfriend the paper.

“Why thank you, I would,” Tara replied, giving the group a small curtsy before straightening the paper and reading aloud.

Discarding her own novel, Miss Bingley got up and walked idly about the room. 

Her figure was elegant, and she walked well. She was tall, and conscious of the wonderful swishing sound her silk skirt made as it swept past the divan that the object of her affection was currently seated on; but Miss Elizabeth Bennett, at whom it was all aimed, was still inflexibly studious. Not even her numerous inquiries about Miss Bennett’s own book could win her any conversation. She merely answered her questions calmly and read on. 

This lack of emotion vexed her greatly. After weeks of conversation laced with thinly veiled tension and cleverness, Miss Bennett’s apparent disinterest filled her with unexpected disappointment. Her attempts to peer over Miss Bennett’s shoulder to examine what was so engaging on her page proved equally fruitless at gaining the lady’s attention, although it provided the perfect subterfuge to inhale the subtle scent of violets she was wearing. In desperation of her feelings she resolved on one effort more. Turning to Mr Darcy she said,

“Mr Darcy, let me persuade you to follow my example, and take a turn about the room. I assure you it is very refreshing after sitting so long in one attitude.”

“You know Elizabeth and Miss Bingley hated each other, right?” Isaac interrupted.

“I know that!” Darcy replied, rolling their eyes. “But I get definite ‘enemies to lovers’ vibes from those two. Now could you please shut up and let my love finish!”

Tara cleared her throat pointedly and gave Isaac a feigned glare before beginning again.

Mr Darcy agreed to her suggestion, and Caroline immediately lamented the fact her current scheme would require her to be pleasant to Charles’ odious friend. The sight of Miss Bennett closing her book to observe them walking, however, sent such a thrill of delight through her body that she felt all at once that Mr Darcy’s company would now be far more tolerable. Noticing the woman’s attention, Caroline asked her directly to join them, hoping for an excuse to have lovely Elizabeth’s delicate fingers brushing against her skin as their arms linked together in companionship. She could not help but feel slighted when the lady declined the offer, replying that she had a much greater motive for staying where she was. 

Never one to miss a chance to see the fine brown eyes of Eliza Bennet flashing with wit, Caroline demanded to know the lady’s motive. Mr Darcy attempted to steer her towards the other side of the room, clearly uninterested in that lady’s pert opinions, but she resisted with gentle pressure on his arm and managed to stop his progress. She turned back to face the divan, neglecting the dull man beside her to focus on the bewitching woman seated with her back so straight that one’s attention was immediately drawn to the full line of her bosom. How Caroline longed to press her lips just above the neckline of Miss Bennett’s dress and taste the delicate skin exposed there. 

Nick let out a low whistle, and Tara and Darcy gave each other a high five.

“I have never understood how being ‘modest’ was such a massive deal, yet the necklines on those dresses were so low,” Charlie pondered out loud. “Seriously, the actress who plays Lizzie is practically exploding out of that dress!”

“I’m sure you were watching her breasts with great interest, Charles!” Isaac quipped.

“I didn’t notice any exploding cleavage,” Tao added, looking confused.

“Well, you were obviously watching the wrong Lizzie!” Elle scoffed, sparking a fierce ten-minute debate about which actor played a more faithful version of the character. The only two people willing to concede Kiera Knightly made a tolerable Elizabeth were Tao, whose opinion was immediately discounted because he had only seen the film version, and Nick, due to a nostalgic sense of loyalty to the actress so influential in his bisexual awakening, even though he knew in his heart that she was no Elizabeth Bennet. Actually, he completely agreed with the others that the 1995 series was infinitely superior, but he always tended to voice admiration for Keira’s version of Lizzie because he loved teasing Charlie; and, listening to Charlie bluster passionately about it with indignant disapproval was adorable to watch. 

Before the meeting ended, Darcy scheduled a few short meet-ups during the week for people to discuss ideas and a longer meeting for voting on which Austen scene the Soc would ultimately develop and present.

Charlie walked towards their table carrying their coffees, and Nick couldn’t suppress his smile. Saying he’d invited Nick, Charlie had insisted on paying. He exuded such confidence now, and Nick admitted to himself that he found it incredibly alluring. He’d met Charlie the previous September – the beginning of Nick’s second year – when he was taking a turn at the Soc’s booth during Freshers’ Week. Immediately drawn to the beautiful but unsure first-year, Nick made it his mission to befriend him and welcome him to Bath Uni’s queer community. During his first year, Charlie had come into his own, blossoming into the self-assured, second-year placing a chai latte in front of Nick. 

Charlie took his seat and smiled across the table at him. “Any thoughts on what you’d like to write?”

Nick took a sip of the sweet, spiced drink, then said, “I love the humour of Tilney and the sincerity of Wentworth…” He paused, pondering. “But I hate the way Edmund Bertram is blinded by the flash of Mary Crawford and can’t see the diamond-in-the-rough that is Fannie Price.” 

Charlie laughed and set his cup down. “I thought you said you didn’t know Austen’s canon.” 

“Nooo…” Nick dragged out the word, blushing. “I said that you know it better .” 

Charlie giggled. “Well, I thought I might, but now I’m not sure.” He leaned forward, placing his forearms on the table. “Tell me more, Nick. What do you think of Austen’s women? Do you love the sass of Elizabeth Bennet or the determined quietude of her sister Jane? Or, maybe…” Charlie scratched his chin and pursed his lips, “...the over-the-top flirtiness of Lydia?” Charlie cocked his head, smirking. 

Nick rolled his eyes but couldn’t stop smiling. He met Charlie’s eyes, and said, “As a matter of fact, I prefer Elinor Dashwood’s depth of feeling…” Nick glanced down at his cup for a moment, then looked back up, continuing to gaze into Charlie’s eyes. “Holding on, even when there seems no hope,” he finished softly. 

Charlie’s eyes were locked on Nick’s, and Nick was waiting anxiously for Charlie’s response, when two people appeared beside their table. They looked up to see Elle and Tao standing over them. Nick and Charlie both stood to hug them, apologising for not getting to speak with them at the meeting. Darcy had commandeered Elle afterwards to beg her assistance, when the time came, for help with costumes for the scene. Nick and Charlie asked them to sit, but Elle and Tao said they’d just popped in for take away coffees. 

A moment after Tao and Elle left, Charlie said, “You know… I made that happen. I helped get them together.” 

“I heard Tao bailed on you and Isaac, and he’s moving in with Elle,” Nick intoned it as a question. 

“Yeah.” Charlie shrugged. “That was a downside for me… but I’m really happy for Tao… and Elle.” 

“It’s a good match… for both of them, but…” Nick hesitated, he sort of loved the smug look on Charlie’s face, but he couldn’t entirely agree with him. “I’m not sure I’d take too much credit if I were you. What did you actually do to bring it about? Hoped for it occasionally when you saw them together?” Nick laughed. “I think they would have got there on their own.”

Charlie scoffed. “I’ll have you know, I promoted the match. I made Tao go to the Soc’s socials with me when I knew Elle would be there, and I invited Elle out with us a few times too.” 

“Okay fine, Cupid Spring.” Nick grinned, shaking his head. 

“You’ll see,” Charlie retorted. “I’ve got my eye on another match that I’m going to make this term.” 

“Who?” Nick dropped his elbows onto the table and his head onto his hands, peering at Charlie. “Astonish me.” 

“I saw James looking wistfully in Ben’s direction during the meeting.” Charlie tilted his head and gave Nick a smug smile. 

“James was looking at Ben?” Nick raised an eyebrow. 

“Yes!” 

“Hmm… I don’t know, Char.” Nick folded his arms over his chest. He was almost certain Charlie was wrong. He didn’t say more though, because, in his surety, Charlie looked so fucking adorable.           

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“Good morning, sunshine,” Isaac greeted him cheerfully when Charlie appeared in the kitchen doorway. Charlie groaned and rubbed his eyes. “I picked you up a coffee and a scone. You’ll have to reheat the coffee now or drink it cold. Do you want ice for it?” 

“Too many questions,” Charlie grumbled, making Isaac laugh. He stumbled over to the cupboard to pull out a mug and a plate, poured the coffee in the mug to pop in the microwave, and opened the little brown box to plate up the scone. “Thanks, Isaac,” he finally said, after taking a tentative sip of the gifted latte. 

Charlie sat down across from Isaac, buttering his scone, and Isaac began, “Sooo… what happened with Nick yesterday? You still weren’t home when I went to bed.”   

“It wasn’t that late, Isaac,” Charlie said, after swallowing his bite. “I know you were still up reading. Your light was on.” 

“Yeah, but you left with him after the meeting and then didn’t come home until late.” Isaac gave Charlie a cheeky smile. “How was your date?” 

“It wasn’t a date. He’s not into me like that.” Charlie pushed back a curl that kept falling in his eyes. 

“Are you sure?” Isaac tapped his mug and took a sip, keeping his eyes on Charlie. 

“Isaac,” Charlie whinged. “We’re just friends. He’s my friend .”  

“Okay, Charles.” Isaac smiled bemusedly. “I’m just saying that all last year, he never dated anyone. But he was always hanging out with you and by your side at every Soc event.” 

“I think, at first, he was mentoring me… you know, helping me settle in at uni. And we just… got close.” Isaac raised an eyebrow causing Charlie to exclaim, “Just friends! For fuck’s sake.” 

“Well, I’m still surprised he never dates. I mean, I’m ace but I have eyes… and he’s attractive.” 

“Just attractive?” Charlie laughed, shaking his head. “That’s the thing… he’s too hot. He’s literally perfect. There’s no one good enough to date him.” 

“Perfection?” Isaac snorted, but composed himself when Charlie scowled. “You’re very attractive too.” Charlie rolled his eyes, but Isaac kept speaking, “So why didn’t you date last year?” He smirked. 

“I don’t need to date. I find it more amusing to help others… like Elle and Tao.” Charlie shrugged. “Besides, I’m focused on my education,” Charlie sassed. “You know…” he waved his hand around, gesturing vaguely, “...the reason we’re here.”  

“Not even a hand job in a club bathroom?” Isaac blinked innocently.  

Charlie’s mouth fell open. “Isaac!” 

“I know what you allos get up to, Charles.” He smiled smugly.

“Uh… no.” Charlie rolled his eyes. “I’ve just never met anyone I'm that interested in.” 

“Because you’re always with Nick?” Isaac shot back. 

Charlie dropped his head into his hands, hiding his face. “Fuck off… I’m not… please just drop it.” 

“Fine,” Isaac surrendered and held his tongue for a few minutes. When he spoke again, he asked, “Did the two of you make a start on your scene?” 

“We talked about a lot of ideas, but we didn’t settle on anything,” Charlie explained, then took a sip of coffee. “What about you? Did you decide? Start writing?” 

“I’ve got a few things in mind… Do you want to hear what I have so far?” Charlie nodded, and Isaac opened the doc on his phone and began to read.     

The words sounded… familiar. Charlie kept his eyes down, concentrating on Isaac’s voice. 

“Engaged to Mr. Collins! My dear Charlotte–impossible!”

Okay. That was… verbatim. Isaac read on.

But Elizabeth had now recollected herself, and making a strong effort… 

Charlie looked up at Isaac.  

“I see what you are feeling,” replied Charlotte. “You must be surprised, very much surprised–so lately as Mr. Collins was wishing to marry you…”  

“Isaac,” Charlie interrupted. “Isn’t that just an abridged version of the original? Aren’t those Austen’s words? We’re supposed to adapt it, right?” 

Isaac held up a finger at Charlie. “One minute… just wait.” Charlie slumped back in his chair and crossed his arms. Isaac continued. 

“I am not romantic, you know; I never was. I ask only a comfortable home.”  

Elizabeth’s countenance softened, and she meditated on what her friend had said. “Charlotte, do you think you’re asexual?” 

She could detect a faint blush on her friend's cheeks as Charlotte answered, “Probably. Probably aromantic too.”

“I don’t really know what that is.” 

“That’s alright. Perhaps the next time you’re staying there, you can find a book about it in the library at Netherfield Park.”  

“That’s it. That’s all I have so far. It needs more work, I know.” Isaac grimaced. 

“I really like that! Charlotte is definitely aroace-coded.” Charlie’s eyebrows drew together. “Oh shit, Nick and I better think of something good if we want to compete.” Charlie contemplated for a long moment, then said, “Speaking of…” He smiled at Isaac and got up from his chair, moving to the sink. “I’ve gotta get in the shower. I’m meeting Nick for lunch.” 

“Have fun with Nick,” Isaac teased, while Charlie was rinsing his plate.  

Charlie dried his hands, shook his head, and gave Isaac the finger over his shoulder as he was walking out of the room. 

Bent on engaging all his senses on the fine September day, Charlie dragged his fingers along the sun-warmed, honey-hued, oolitic limestone as he rounded the corner of the Georgian building to reach Kingsmead Square. Under the large tree that anchored the square on Abbey Green, he could just make out Nick leaning against it. Charlie had missed Nick while he was back home in Kent, but he’d also missed Bath. Sure, Jane Austen satirised the city in her novels, but Charlie Spring enjoyed walking its winding, cobbled streets. When he was stressed by his uni course or life in general, he’d pop in his earbuds and take a walk around the city, weaving his way in and out of its nooks and crannies or go for a run along the long, flat stretches bordering the Avon. 

Because he’d missed this home-away-from-home over the summer, he’d asked Nick if they could lunch at a cafe near this central spot. Nick had been at the uni’s Sports Village that morning, and there was a bus stop nearby. He imagined they could walk around after lunch, gathering inspiration for their scene. Assuming, of course, they picked something from Persuasion or Northanger Abbey . 

Charlie inhaled deeply, smiling when their eyes met and Nick started walking towards him. Nick gripped his upper arms, gazing adoringly as Charlie apologised for being late.

“It’s okay,” Nick said with a sideways smile. “There are still open tables.” He gestured to the half-filled, open-air seating at the little cafe. He put an arm around Charlie’s shoulders and led him over. 

While they waited to be shown to a table, Charlie explained he’d been chatting with Isaac and lost track of time. After they were seated, Nick started to ask if Charlie had thought more about their scene options when Charlie spotted James in the square. He interrupted Nick to say, “You’d be okay with James joining us, right?” Nick said he didn’t mind, but Charlie noted that his expression seemed to contradict his words. 

Deciding not to overthink Nick’s look, Charlie stood up, waved, and shouted to get James’ attention. Motioning him over, Charlie sat back down. “I’m dying to talk to him.” Charlie laughed and picked up the menu. “Need to put my plan into action.” 

“Didn’t he ask you out last year?” Nick asked, frowning as he read over the options. 

“Yes, but it was last November… almost a year ago.” Charlie gave Nick a curious look.

Before Nick could respond, James appeared at their table, smiling and waving, and Charlie motioned to the chair next to him, asking James to join them. Nick nodded hello, and James sat. Charlie made small talk with James about his summer, and James effused. Nick listened politely and, at appropriate points in James’ answers to Charlie’s questions, offered tight smiles. Once or twice, Charlie caught Nick scowling towards the square. Maybe he’s getting hangry? I’ll ask him about it later.  

At the thinnest of topics Charlie happened to mention, James would jabber on, which resulted in Charlie’s attention being monopolised by James with barely any to spare for Nick. Nick crossed his arms over his chest and slumped back in his chair. While James was ordering, Charlie, growing concerned with his withdrawal, raised his eyebrows supplicantly at Nick. 

Nick seemed to remember his manners with Charlie’s gentle prodding and, when the waiter walked away, asked, “So… James. Do you know what scene you’re going to write?” 

Surprised by Nick’s sudden attention, James stuttered out, “I-I’m thinking about a variation on the scene in PnP where Darcy finds Elizabeth at Pemberley and he’s awkward but also trying his best to make a good impression.” 

“Do you have someone in mind to help you?” Nick asked, taking a sip of his tea. 

“Oh… umm…” James looked down shyly, “...I was thinking of asking Sai… maybe?” He looked from Nick to Charlie. 

Nick smiled and started to speak, but Charlie interrupted, exclaiming, “Sai? Sai Verma?” James nodded hesitantly, and Charlie remonstrated, “Sai’s really nice and smart, but… I don’t know… he’s really quiet too. I feel like you should probably ask someone more… outgoing… someone who…” Charlie pretended to ponder. “I know! Ben. Ben Hope. He’s still new in the Soc. I think he just came out at the end of last year. He’d be perfect.” 

“Umm… okay… yeah. I guess.” James smiled nervously, looking between Nick and Charlie. “If you say so, Charlie. But do you think he’d do it?” 

“I don’t know him well, but… I think I saw him looking in your direction a few times at the meeting though?”  

“You did?” James questioned curiously. 

“You did?” Nick questioned incredulously. 

“Yeah.” Charlie nodded at James, ignoring Nick. “I used to see him having dinner at the Bath Cider House a lot last term. I’ll go with you tonight if you want? If we see him, we can pretend it's a coincidence.” Charlie laughed with James joining in. Nick shot Charlie a confused look.

Before Charlie could acknowledge Nick, the waiter served their mains, and they began to eat. Charlie told James everything he knew about Ben between bites, and James seemed to warm to the idea, with Charlie’s continuingly dropping hints, that maybe Ben was interested in him. Charlie could see, on James’ face, his mind in motion. Nick remained silent throughout the meal. 

As their plates were being cleared away, James asked Nick and Charlie if they’d decided on their scene. Charlie shook his head and answered that they were planning to work on it that afternoon. James apologised for intruding on their planning session, but before Charlie could say more, Nick interrupted. 

“Actually… I had a thought during lunch.” He gave James a doleful smile, glanced quickly at Charlie, then looked away, back to James. “I was thinking of the scene in Persuasion where Anne is playing piano and watching Wentworth paying his attentions to the Misses Musgroves and thinking about how… she’d commanded his attention in the past.” He looked to Charlie as he quoted, “ Once so much to each other! Now nothing! ”

James laughed and said, “Oh, that’s dramatic.” He grinned at Charlie, who was looking at Nick, perplexed, and added, “And sad! Don’t pick that one.” James pushed his chair back and stood. “Thanks for letting me crash. See you later,” he said to Charlie. 

Waving goodbye, James walked away, leaving Nick and Charlie alone.  

When they left the cafe, Nick and Charlie walked, for several minutes, in silence. Finally, as they turned onto Princes Street, Charlie asked, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. I just…” Nick trailed off. 

“What?” Charlie planted his feet and stopped Nick by grasping his arm. “Tell me.”

Nick looked down at Charlie’s hands around his bicep. Quietly, he said, “I sort of thought we were going to hang out the rest of the day… tonight too.” He hastily added, “To work on our scene.” He looked up into Charlie’s eyes. “But you made plans with James.”

“I’m sorry,” Charlie started.

Nick shook his head and placed a finger against Charlie’s lips. “No. No sorries.” He smiled a genuine smile. “We banned that word last year.”

Charlie couldn’t stop himself melting slightly at Nick’s touch, but he shook it off. “I just want to help James… you know… he’s so nice, and he really wants a boyfriend.” 

“I know.” Nick sighed. “You’re trying to be kind.” Charlie felt himself dissolving as Nick stared into his eyes. Nick broke his gaze by turning and saying, “Come on. Let’s walk to The Crescent and get inspired.” 

Charlie stood outside the painted facade of the Cider House, waiting. James wasn’t usually late, he thought. At least, James always arrived on time to their Soc meetings. Almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind, Charlie turned to see James bounding down the pavement waving his phone in one hand. He reached Charlie a little breathless.

“Sorry, I’m late.” Smiling, he inhaled before saying, “I was on my way when I got a message from Sai.” 

“Sai Verma?” Charlie raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, Sai Verma.” James laughed. “How many Sais do you know?” Before Charlie tried to answer the rhetorical question, James added, “Remember how I said I was thinking of asking him to help with my scene? Well, he was thinking of me too.” James stuck his phone out, so Charlie could see. “He messaged to ask if I’d be interested in helping him too.” 

Frowning, Charlie took the phone from James and read: 

Hi James, hope it’s okay to message. I got your number from last year's Soc directory. I think we’re both working alone on our scenes, but I realised I might need someone to read a second character’s part. Would you be willing to help? I’d be happy to return the favor. Or we could work together?

Charlie snorted. “I bet you would be happy, Sai Verma,” he said under his breath. He looked up at James. “Have you answered him?” 

Still grinning from ear to ear, James took his phone back, and answered, “No. Not yet. He messaged me when I was walking here, and I stopped to read it and stood there thinking of what to say but realised I was going to be late after several minutes, so I started walking again and I thought, maybe, you’d be able to help.” James took another deep breath after his speech. 

“Oh. I see.” Charlie crossed his arms and looked at James. “You wanted me to help you tell him…” Charlie started to mouth the word ‘no’ but hesitated. 

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” James grimaced. “What do you think I should do?”

“I can’t possibly tell you what to do,” Charlie said, slightly exasperated. “Let’s go in though. We can talk about it more inside.” 

They entered the building, crossed the entryway, and descended the stairs that led down into the tiered space. After placing their order at the bar, Charlie craned his neck to see if he could spot Ben. He’d seen Ben there almost every time he’d been there the last year – even before Ben joined the Soc – and thought Ben maybe lived close by. Charlie knew he was from Bristol, and he’d heard, the previous year, Ben saying his parents had purchased a flat for him in this part of town. 

Just as the bartender placed their ciders in front of them, Ben appeared, walking inside from the outdoor seating area and towards the toilets. 

“Come on,” Charlie picked up both their drinks and started towards the back patio. James called after him, and Charlie turned to say, “He must be sitting outside on one of the decks. Let’s get out there before he comes back.” 

Charlie led the way to a table where they could see and be seen. Keeping an eye out and sipping their ciders, James brought the conversation back to his message from Sai while they waited for Ben. 

Charlie envisioned James dating Ben, not Sai. He knew that Isaac liked to chat with Sai, and he knew that Nick was good friends with Sai because they both played rugby. But Sai? Charlie couldn’t see it. He couldn’t imagine the bubbly, smiley James with someone so stoic, so reserved. Charlie assumed Sai was a nice guy, and he didn’t know Ben well. But he did know Ben was more outgoing than Sai. And gallant. Not in the endearingly earnest way Nick was sometimes. Ben’s gallantry was too practiced for Charlie’s taste, but he did think Ben and James matched. 

In a way. A little.  

All these thoughts crowded Charlie’s mind, and he hadn’t yet answered, when he spotted Ben stepping onto the deck. He hurriedly said, “Do you want to partner with Sai?” 

“Well…” James hummed. “I thought… but then you said Ben…” He gave Charlie a puzzled look. 

“Why don’t you wait a bit? See how things go tonight,” Charlie advised. 

At that moment, Charlie caught Ben’s eye and smiled. Seconds later, Ben was excusing himself from his table and heading over to Charlie and James. 

“Ahh… Charlie… nice to see you…” Ben was speaking as he approached. 

Before he said more, Charlie interrupted, “Ben, do you know James?” 

James held out his hand, and Ben took it, greeting him warmly while glancing back at Charlie. When Ben wasn’t looking at him, Charlie gestured to James to invite Ben to take the seat beside him. Once Ben sat, they chatted about their summers and had just got round to discussing their courses when a server dropped off the pizza James and Charlie ordered. Ben declined the offered slice, saying he’d already eaten, but agreed to stay though as his friends were leaving.      

As the time approached 8pm, James remarked on the colours of the sunset and how the light made the terraced limestone buildings in the foreground take on an even richer golden shade, especially when contrasted against the darkening hills behind them. James' comment sparked a thought for Charlie.

“Let’s take a photo with the view in the background,” Charlie suggested. 

James and Ben agreed and the three of them stood by the balustrade near their table for a selfie. James and Ben were moving away when Charlie called for James to stop. “Wait.” He put a hand on James' shoulder to move him back. “You mentioned wanting a new pfp. Let me take one in this light.”

James looked at Charlie, confused, but Charlie darted his eyes towards Ben, causing James to go along with whatever Charlie was doing. Charlie stopped Ben as well, asking for his opinion. 

“This is good, right?” He entreated Ben to look at James as he framed the shot. “Do you see how the light highlights his delicate features?” 

Ben whispered, “Beautiful,” but he wasn’t looking at James. 

Charlie, who was focused on his phone screen, said, “Yes! Have you ever seen such long eyelashes?” 

Ben moved closer by Charlie’s side. “The lashes and the eyes are captivating.” 

Charlie glanced at Ben. Yes, that’s right. I knew I could make this work. “And that shade of brown… the lighter strands appear streaked in the sunset.” 

“Just the kind of hair to tangle fingers in…” Ben breathed out and Charlie felt it on his cheek. My god, he’s pouring over this photo. Charlie snapped a few photos before the sun disappeared behind the hills. 

As they were sitting down again, Ben offered to buy another round. Once he’d gone to the bar, Charlie turned to James and said, “He’s so into you. You should have heard what he was saying.” He grinned at James. 

“Are you sure?” James asked. “I thought he was looking at you, maybe.” 

“No, no. Definitely not.” Charlie shook his head. “He was just looking over my shoulder to make sure I captured you right. And he was singing your praises quietly. He didn’t want you to overhear.” 

“Really?” James perked up. “He is good looking… in a generic kind of way.” James backpedaled, “I mean… that’s good. I’m not opposed to a generically hot guy being into me.” He laughed. “If he is…” James trailed off, doubt creeping back into his voice.

“Trust me, okay?” Charlie glanced around and said, “Shhh, here he comes.” 

Ben carefully placed the three pints on the table, then sat down. They chatted a bit more about what they expected from their courses in the upcoming year, and Ben mentioned that he’d be working for his family’s company once he finished his Business BSc. Eventually, Charlie turned the conversation away from their courses to the scenes they were writing, and suggested to James that Ben would be perfect to work with him on the scene for the Soc. 

“Oh… uh… sure,” Ben stuttered. Recovering his suave composure seconds later, he added, “I can’t refuse a request from Charlie.” He laughed, his mouth resting into a simpering smirk. He looked at Charlie and said, “I should get your number.”

“Pass me your phone.” Charlie took it and before he entered his number, said, “You’ll especially need James’ number, right?” 

Ben plastered on a smile and nodded in James’ direction. “Yes, of course.” 

Charlie tilted his head with a pleased look at Ben, then handed the phone to James. “You first.” 

Once they’d all exchanged numbers, Charlie asked James to tell Ben what he was thinking for his scene. They talked about whether it would be better to do it in period or make it a modern adaptation. As the liquid lowered in their pints, James asked Ben what he was interested in writing. Ben confessed that the only Austen he knew was from school – Pride and Prejudice and a bit of Persuasion . He wasn’t terribly excited about the task. But he was keen to be involved in the Soc, so he’d agreed to take part. He pulled out his phone and opened a note where he’d pasted a few quotes he’d pulled from PnP . Ben’s eyes scanned his phone screen, his face lighting up after a minute. 

“Maybe this one…” he started. He looked up at both of them, but let his eyes linger on Charlie a few seconds before returning to read: “ My real purpose was to see you, and to judge, if I could, whether I might ever hope to make you love me. ” He raised his eyes from his phone, looking pleased with himself. “That’s a Darcy quote.” 

James smiled at Ben. Charlie forced a smile too, but he was fighting the urge to roll his eyes and remark, Duh! Charlie thought, I guess he impressed James with that one, though. He watched his friend's face, the way he was looking at Ben. Nick would never say something so trite to a lover, I’m sure.    

When they finished their pints, they decided to leave together. On the way out, Ben got stopped by a woman who looked like she was still in her office clothes, and Charlie and James climbed the stairs to wait in the entryway.         

“Very sly the way he indirectly got your phone number.” Charlie nudged James. “And that quote… you can’t doubt his intentions now, can you?” 

“I’m just surprised,” James answered. “I never noticed before you pointed it out.” 

“What are you going to do about Sai?” 

“Oh…” James grimaced. “He needs help, but now I have Ben to help me.” James pulled out his phone. “Would you… is it too much to ask… would you help me with what to say?” 

Charlie smiled knowingly, making suggestions as James typed: 

Hi Sai, I am willing to help you if needed. You can send me the part once you have it written. Thank you for the offer, but I already have help with mine.

James hit send, and Charlie said, “There. Polite but to the point. Helpful but not inviting more than is necessary.” 

James’ eyebrows drew together fretfully, but Charlie put a hand on his shoulder and said, “Look.” He raised his chin, gesturing towards Ben, who was walking towards them. “Here comes your man.” James smiled shyly, and Charlie patted him on the back. 

On the street, Ben offered to walk them home. They crossed over to walk up Belmont and had gone a few metres when Charlie stopped. James and Ben turned when Charlie fell back, but he told them to go on, that he had to tie his shoe and he’d catch up. After a minute, he called back and said to please go on without him.

Ben turned, looking perplexed, and James asked if Charlie was sure. Charlie answered, “Yes, my lace broke. I’m going to head back to the shop on the corner to get a new one. See you both later.” He waved them away up the street, holding the lace he’d purposefully snapped.

Brilliant, Charlie, brilliant! he congratulated himself. That should do the trick.  

He headed in the opposite direction to James and Ben, taking an out-of-the-way route home. When he turned the corner onto Bartlett, he thought, I wonder if it’s too late to swing by Nick’s .       

Chapter Text

Nick leaned his shoulder against the bus window and opened his Kindle. As the bus lurched forward from the campus bus stop, he found the chapter and flipped through pages, looking for the scene. Again, as he read, it hit him how much he wished Charlie would have stayed, instead of running off to meet James. Charlie invited him when they were walking after lunch, but he really just wanted to have Charlie to himself and didn’t think he could endure a night of Charlie wingmanning for James. He also mistrusted Charlie’s plan. He could’ve sworn he saw James looking at his friend Sai at the Soc meeting, not Ben. And Nick thought that if Ben was looking at anyone, it was Charlie. A surge of protectiveness rose in him, and he let himself stew in it.    

He was lost in these thoughts, when his phone buzzed with a notification, interrupting. Reading through the messages appearing one after another from Sai, a smug smile lifted one corner of his mouth. 

[Sai] hey nick, wanted your opinion on something

[Sai] i’m thinking of asking james to help with my scene

[Sai] i’d like to ask him out, but i don’t really know him

[Sai] thought it’d be a way to talk to him

[Sai] what do you think?

Nick grinned at his phone. James didn’t seem as clever as Charlie, but Nick thought he had the kind of personality that might help Sai relax and have more fun. He could see it – see James and Sai together, complementing each other. 

[Nick] Go for it! Sounds like a great idea. 

[Nick] I wouldn’t waste time though. Do it sooner rather than later! 

[Sai] thx, mate! 

Nick raised his eyes to look out the window as the bus neared the city centre, seeing Beechen Cliff in the distance. His mind drifted back to earlier thoughts from before Sai’s message. Would Charlie like to reimagine that scene from Northanger Abbey? Henry and Catherine’s walk on that noble hill where their understanding of each other deepened. Ahh… but they weren’t alone. He definitely wanted to be alone with Charlie when they practiced the scene. 

Still deep in thought after stepping off the bus near the abbey, Nick nearly collided with Elle. She put her hands out to steady him, bracing his shoulders and laughing. 

“Earth to Nick,” she said with a little chuckle. 

“Uh… sorry,” he replied, returning her smile. “I didn’t see you.” 

“Clearly,” she agreed, her grin widening. “Where are you headed?”

“Oh… umm… home, but I was going to grab dinner on the way.” He scanned her face and asked, “Would you like to join me?” 

“Sure.” Elle stepped to his side and took his arm. “Lead the way.” 

They started walking down Cheap Street towards Union, and Nick asked, “What are you doing here anyway?” 

“Window shopping while I wait for Tao.” As they walked, Elle explained that Tao was at an information session for prospective volunteers at the Theatre Royal. “He’s hoping to help out with some of the productions this year.” In sight of the restaurant, Elle asked, “Where’s Charlie? Are you meeting up later?” Nick let a soft groan slip out. “What?” She glanced at him.

“Nothing.” An exasperated sigh escaped. Elle stopped, halting their progress, and gave him a questioning look. Reluctantly, he added, “I’ll tell you once we’re inside.” He gestured towards their destination. 

Nick slid into the booth after setting down his pint and placing a glass of wine in front of Elle. She wasn’t eating since she planned to dine with Tao later. They’d barely got out a few words before Nick’s food arrived. 

“Okay…” Elle stared at Nick with a knowing smile. “What's up with Charlie?”  

Nick finished eating the chip he’d popped into his mouth and took a sip of his ale. “He's out with James right now.” He scowled. 

Surprise showed on Elle’s face at first, but she soon relaxed. “Is it something to do with this plan Charlie messaged me about? He’s trying to hook James up with Ben, right?” 

Nick pressed himself against the back of the booth and crossed his arms over his chest. “I don’t like it. It’ll not do either of them any good.” 

Elle smiled at Nick, leaning back and mirroring him, crossing her arms too. “I have to disagree.” Nick raised an eyebrow, and Elle said, “Charlie’s too smart. He’s always got a thousand things going on in that brain of his. It’s good for him to have more things to focus on.” 

Nick’s bottom lip stuck out slightly. Not a full pout, but enough. He didn’t want Charlie focusing on other things. He wanted Charlie to focus on their scene, on… him. They’d been apart for months, and Nick had been thinking about him nearly constantly. He needed his friend back. He wanted Charlie’s full attention. 

“I know I’m cornering you with this conversation,” he mumbled sheepishly, “and… without Tao, who knows Charlie so well.” 

“Tao would agree with me.” Elle gave Nick that indulgent smile of hers. “Charlie needs projects. You’ve got rugby.” Nick relaxed his arms and picked up his pint. Elle picked up her glass and took a sip. “I know you think James’ romantic life shouldn’t be something Charlie is focusing on, but I think it will encourage Charlie to spread his social wings even more.” She looked Nick squarely in the eye. “I know you worked hard last year to get him out of his shell.” 

Nick waved the chip he was holding around as he spoke. “Charlie is out of his shell now. He doesn’t need to take on James as a project to help with that.” Elle tapped her long fingers on her glass, staring genially at Nick. “Charlie is spoiled now because he’s so clever. Funny, kind… endearing… everyone loves him!” Elle smirked as Nick grew animated. “James is the worst project!” Dropping the chip back onto the plate, he leaned forward, resting his forearms on the edge of the table. “James doesn’t know his own mind. He’s happy to follow along with whatever Charlie says. I saw him looking at… in another direction the other day at the meeting, but I watched him let Charlie talk him out of that inclination towards someone else over lunch today. He’s so in awe of Charlie – You know he fancied Charlie last year? – that he’s letting himself be guided by him even when Charlie is wrong.” Nick huffed and sat back. 

“Does it bother you that James fancied Charlie?” Elle asked pointedly. 

“What?” Nick’s brows drew together, his face flushed, and he looked away. “No.”

They sat in silence for a long moment, before Elle added, “Well, Charlie looks adorable when he thinks he’s figured something out, though. When he thinks he’s doing someone a service.”

“Oh, you want to talk about his looks?” Nick said after swallowing the last sip from his pint. “I won’t deny Charlie’s attractive.”

“Attractive?” Elle laughed. “Say gorgeous. He’s one of the most beautiful men at our uni.” Elle pushed her nearly empty glass to the side, leaning forward with her palms on the table, staring at Nick. “Seriously, have you actually seen another man as lovely as Charlie – striking blue eyes, lithe limbs, graceful movements – and those thick, dark curls?” Elle smirked.  

“Fine. I confess,” Nick admitted. “He’s everything you said. I love looking at him. And even though he is so beautiful, it’s like he has no idea. He’s humble about his looks… but he’s very stubborn when he’s sure of himself.” Nick scowled again, owning his grumpiness. “You’re not going to talk me out of it being a bad thing that he’s off somewhere trying to fill James’ head with nonsense.” 

“And you can’t talk me out of it being no big deal. Let him help James if he wants to.” 

“Okay. I’ll keep my opinions to myself then. But…” Nick gave Elle a sly smile. “...should Tao be worried? You seem to think very highly of Charlie.” 

“Ha! No.” Elle laughed. “As perfect as Charlie is, I like a little imperfection. A little quirkiness. Besides…” Elle smirked. “I’m not Charlie’s type.” They both laughed.    

After a couple of minutes of silent contemplation, Elle, who was facing the bar, teased Nick, “Oh, look. It’s a couple of your girlfriends.” 

Nick peeked around the edge of the booth. “Ugh!” He made himself as small as possible, sliding further back to hide. “Don’t let them see you looking. I can’t handle talking to them right now. Not in the mood.” 

“Come on, Nick,” Elle reached across the table to pat his hand, “Jane is very pretty, right? And, her friend isn’t bad looking either.” 

Nick glared at Elle. He knew Jane and Gwyneth well. They were part of the group of fangirls that hung around the rugby lads – always at the matches cheering, always at the pub afterwards hanging on the players, always trying to flirt with Nick and making him uncomfortable, always interrupting him when he was trying to chat with Charlie. 

“I guess,” he acknowledged. “But not handsome enough to tempt me.” He smiled at his cleverness, and Elle playfully narrowed her eyes at him.

“Is that because there’s a certain someone you do find handsome enough to be tempted by? Hmm?” Elle laughed at the menacing look Nick gave her. 

After sneaking out of the restaurant unseen with Elle and escorting her to the theatre to meet up with Tao, Nick arrived home just after sunset. He was still in a mood, but at least he’d had a decent meal in good company, where he got to talk about his favorite subject: Charlie. Elle’s probably right , he thought. Charlie likes to have lots of projects and, since the term hasn’t started, he needs an outlet for all his mental energy . 

Stretched across his sofa, deep in thought, with the TV tuned to a random rugby match, Nick was fighting off a bout of despondency at the thought of Charlie needing more than him their scene to occupy him, when he heard a knock on the door. Nick opened it to see Charlie on the other side, a mix of hesitancy and hopefulness in the blue eyes staring back at him. 

“Hi, sorry for stopping by without messaging. I was just on my way home and…” 

“Hi,” Nick interrupted, reaching for Charlie’s arm to pull him in. “It’s fine,” he said, shutting the door. “I’m glad you’re here.” Nick opened his arms, and Charlie fell against him, sinking into his embrace. “I thought you’d be out with James all night,” Nick whispered against Charlie’s neck.

“Are you sure I’m not disturbing you?” Charlie asked, lifting his head from Nick’s shoulder.

“Of course not.” Nick’s lop-sided smile appeared as they separated. “Do you want some tea?” 

Charlie nodded and followed Nick into the kitchen. Leaning against the cupboard, Charlie watched Nick fill the kettle, asking what he’d been up to since they’d parted earlier in the afternoon. Nick recapped the rest of his day, including his dinner with Elle, as they waited for the water to boil and their teas to steep. Charlie added a splash of milk to his and Nick’s cups – exactly like Nick liked it – while mentioning that he knew of Tao’s plan to get more involved with one of the local theatres. Thinking aloud, Charlie muttered something about needing to make time to hang out with Tao and Elle as he picked up their cups to take back to the living room, while Nick grabbed the tin of biscuits they'd made together the night before. 

As they settled onto the sofa, facing each other, Nick asked, “Have you thought more about which scene you might like to work on?”

Sheepishly dropping his eyes, Charlie admitted, “No, I still have no idea.”

Nick rested a hand on Charlie’s knee. “It’s okay. Something will come to us.” Nick was smiling softly, kindly when Charlie looked up at him penitently through his lashes. Fucking hell , Nick thought, he must know how he looks when he does that. Way to make a man weak in the knees, Char. Nick sighed, thankful he was sitting down. 

At a loss for actual words as Charlie’s gaze pierced his soul, Nick almost mentioned the idea of the Beechen Cliffs scene, but, remembering the presence of a third, decided to let the thought fly away like a leaf on a gentle wind. Instead, he blurted out a question about Charlie’s evening: “How was your evening with James?” Charlie’s eyes widened, and Nick added, “I don’t know him well, but he seems nice and lively , like he might be fun to hang out with.” Thinking of Sai, Nick finished by saying, “If you steer James in the right direction, he might find a boyfriend sooner than you think.” 

Looking suddenly smug, Charlie replied, “I think you might be right. I’ve been expecting a message from James confirming my success since I arrived.”

“Oh?” Nick mirrored Charlie’s smugness. “Well maybe he’s been delayed by an offer that will make your efforts with Ben unnecessary.” 

When Nick turned to set his cup down on the table, Charlie laid his hand on top of Nick’s, commanding Nick’s attention. “What?”

Nick shrugged, still smiling, and sandwiched Charlie’s hand between his own. “I have it on good authority that James might get a boyfriend sooner than you probably imagined.”  

“Who?” Charlie asked, leaving his hand in Nick’s grip.

“Sai,” Nick said proudly.

Charlie narrowed his eyes. “And how do you know?”  

Nick explained that Sai messaged him while he was on the bus on his way home from the uni gym. He told Charlie that Sai said he wanted to ask James out and thought that if he offered to  work with James on the Austen scene, they could get to know each other better. “So there. You needn’t put yourself out trying to engineer something with Ben. Maybe he’s delayed messaging you because he’s busy chatting with Sai.”

“What makes you think Sai didn’t already message James before he went out? And … what makes you think James would say yes anyway?” Charlie pulled his hand away.

Nick suppressed a whimper at the loss of contact. He looked at Charlie suspiciously and asked, “What do you know?”  

Charlie smirked. “Sai messaged while James was on his way to meet me for dinner, and…” Charlie hesitated, his smile faltering as he contemplated the fact that Nick and Sai used to be flatmates and were still close friends, “...and James let him down gently.” More decidedly, Charlie said, “James is interested in Ben, not Sai.” 

Nick sat up tall on the edge of his seat, saying sternly, “You realise James was looking at Sai at the Soc meeting, not Ben. Please tell me James is not such a simpleton that he’d refuse to work on a scene with Sai because he’s holding out hope for Ben .” Nick fairly spat out the name. 

“Simpleton?” Charlie scoffed, backing away slightly. “James was very polite but firm when he declined Sai’s offer.” 

“I hope you’re mistaken, Charlie. I hope James will at least give Sai a chance.”

“I saw his answer.” 

“You saw his answer?” Nick scowled. “You wrote his answer!” 

“I didn’t write it.” 

“But you persuaded him to ignore his genuine interest in Sai and, instead, set his sights on Ben ,” Nick said the name again as though it left a bad taste in his mouth.  

“I did the right thing.” Charlie drew back. “I know Sai is a nice guy, but James is really… vivacious. Ben is a better match – more equal to James.” 

“Equal?” Nick smiled sardonically. “You’re right, Charlie. James and Sai are not equal . Sai is superior. He’s quiet, but thoughtful and kind. And he knows his own mind. He wouldn’t be talked out of liking someone just because some flashy knobhead like Ben was pushed in his direction.” 

“James is not stupid, Nick.” Charlie punctuated his next words with his hands. “He’s sweet and fun and humble. I wonder if Sai even knows all that. Or does he just like James for the way he looks? I know that’s the only thing a lot of guys care about.”  

“Better to be less clever than to be so clever you refuse to believe you could be mistaken.” Nick crossed his arms and huffed. After a moment, he added, “At first, I didn’t like that you were tangling yourself up with James, but now… now I think it’s James I should worry about. You’re filling his head with expectations for someone who will never be a good match… for him or anyone!” 

“Well, we think very differently!” Charlie raised his voice to match Nick’s. “Now that James has seen a guy who’s truly refined, he’s never going to be interested in Sai .”

“Sai has more intellectual and emotional refinement than James could ever understand.” Nick inhaled deeply, unable to speak. Charlie glared at him. After a long pause, Nick added, “You’re wrong about Ben. He’s very aware of how superficially attractive people find him, he’s rich, and he probably loves himself more than he can ever love anyone else. And… if anything, I’ve seen him looking at you. Not James.”

“You couldn’t be more wrong!” Charlie tightened his fists and growled. 

Nick’s heart was racing. He and Charlie had never fought before. He was angry that Charlie couldn’t see – refused to see – his perspective. Nick was also berating himself for letting his temper get the better of him. And , he was lamenting encouraging Sai. 

When Nick hadn’t spoken for a full minute, Charlie said, “I should go.” He stood up and started for the door. 

“Wait.” Nick put a hand out to stop him. “I don’t want to fight with you, Char. I’m sorry for losing my temper. Can I walk you home?”

The hard set of Charlie’s jaw softened. “No, it’s okay. I’m sorry too. I think I need some space to think right now, though.” 

“Can I have a hug before you go?” Nick opened his arms slightly, his palms up in supplication, looking remorseful. 

Charlie stepped into them, but more tentatively than when he’d arrived. Nick tightened his grip, and he felt the tension in Charlie relax a bit. He implored Charlie to message when he got home to let him know he arrived safely. Charlie agreed and, after walking him downstairs, Nick watched Charlie disappear into the night. 

The next day, Nick waited for Charlie in the cafe at The Edge. Darcy had scheduled another meeting in the building’s small theatre, so everyone could give an update on their progress. Nick knew that some of the others had already written out their scenes, and he regretted that he and Charlie hadn’t spent much time working on it the day before. He was even more regretful that they’d spent part of their precious time together arguing about James. He rued sitting outside in Kingsmead Square the day before. Maybe then Charlie wouldn’t have seen James, wouldn’t have changed his plans with Nick, and they wouldn’t have argued. If we’d been together all day, we might have…

Nick’s thoughts were cut off by a familiar voice. He could hear Ben clearly from the other side of the high-backed booth where he was sitting. Every word rang out because the cafe was fairly empty. Nick had got there early, hoping to catch Charlie before the others arrived. They’d messaged the night before when Charlie got home, but things were still a bit tense. As he waited, he couldn’t avoid listening to Ben’s side of his phone conversation. 

“Yeah, I agreed to work with his friend to get in his good graces.” Nick heard Ben laugh, then say, “Well, I think he’ll be worth it. He’s gorgeous and smart – I know his mind doesn’t matter that much, but I like that he’d be able to carry on a conversation without embarrassing me. Mainly though, he’ll look good on my arm at events.” Ben paused, listening, Nick assumed. Continuing, Ben began a description. “Great raw material. Tall and svelte, haunting blue eyes, dark curly hair. Dresses like a uni student – ripped jeans, big jumpers – but I’m sure he’d look extra hot if someone dressed him properly, like in a suit.” Nick could feel his skin prickle with rage. How dare that fucker talk about Charlie like he’s just some beautiful object. He has to be talking about Charlie , Nick thought, who else could it be . Nick quieted his mind to hear Ben’s last words. “He’s really hot.” Ben laughed. “No, I’m not exaggerating. Major trophy to win.” Nick unconsciously curled his right hand into a fist, while nearly crushing his phone with his left. 

Just as Nick decided he was going to confront Ben, he heard the other man end his call and hurry to catch up to someone who’d entered the building. Nick shuffled to his feet to try to catch sight of Ben, but his phone buzzed with a notification from Charlie telling him he was a few minutes away. He’d agreed to meet up beforehand, so he and Nick could decide what to say when they had to report their (lack of) progress. 

Nick stood back, letting people file past him as they alighted from the bus. He’d decided to meet Charlie outside, and he ended up being one of the last people off. Charlie looked at him and smiled as his feet hit the pavement, and Nick stepped forward, pulling Charlie into a hug. It was affectionate but apprehensive too. They’d established a truce the night before, messaging back and forth for over an hour. It was a fragile peace though, like a bubble hovering over a sharp blade of grass. 

“Can we talk?” Nick asked, a desperate plea near Charlie’s ear. Charlie nodded, and Nick led him into the little copse across from the building.

Under the shade of a small tree, Nick started, “I know you want Ben and James to get together, but I think Ben likes you instead.” 

Charlie’s face fell. He dropped his eyes. “I thought we’d settled that last night.” He looked up, frowning. “You said you wouldn’t interfere. We both agreed not to say or do anything else about James with Ben or Sai.” 

Nick rubbed the back of his neck, opening his mouth to speak but closing it again. He moved to stand directly in front of Charlie and reached out, carefully grasping Charlie’s bicep. “Char…” Nick's voice was low and urgent. “I heard him. I was sitting in the cafe waiting for you, and he didn’t know I was there. He was talking on the phone to someone… about you. Saying you’re…” Nick lowered his voice further, sounding pained to have to speak the words, “...the prize he wants. He’s only being nice to James because he’s your friend.” Nick grew bolder. “He said he wants you.” 

Charlie stared at Nick, open-mouthed. “He actually said, ‘I like Charlie Spring in a romantic way, not just a friend way’?”

“Err… umm… no, not quite like that,” Nick stuttered. Charlie kept staring, and Nick scrambled to add, “He was just talking… and describing you… and telling this person on the phone that you were the goal.” 

“He said, ‘I want to date Charlie’?” 

“He didn’t say your name… but he described you.” Nick looked up and, blushing, said, “Beautiful eyes… beautiful dark curls… lithe, sexy body…” Nick shifted nervously. “Who else could he be talking about?” Charlie’s eyes widened, and Nick felt his face grow hotter. He opened his mouth, but the words got stuck. 

Charlie’s cheeks coloured, and he dropped his eyes. “T-that can’t be me. Maybe you misheard?” He glanced up at Nick. “Maybe he said dark eyes and…” Charlie looked away. “I thought we’d settled this last night.” Charlie turned and started to walk away. 

Nick reached for him. “Wait! Charlie, please. I heard him loud and clear.” 

Charlie rounded on him. “But you didn’t . You didn’t hear my name. He could have meant anyone, and… and maybe he was trying to describe James, but he sucks at describing people… or he…” Charlie huffed, looking angry but also conflicted. “Can we just go? I want to get a coffee before it starts.” 

“Yeah.” Nick didn’t try to say more; Charlie wasn’t willing to listen. 

Trying to downplay the renewed tension between him and Charlie, Nick grounded himself in the boisterous atmosphere of people in the theatre chatting away in small groups, waiting for the meeting to start. Although sitting beside each other, Charlie turned to talk with Sahar and Tara, and Nick let his attention be pulled away by Sai. When Ben came in and sat by James, Nick saw Charlie’s eyes dart towards him, filled with smug triumph. What Charlie missed, however, were Ben’s furtive looks aimed solely at him. But Nick saw them. He glared at Ben, missing half of what Sai was saying. When Darcy wolf-whistled and announced they’d be starting in a few minutes, Charlie excused himself to go to the bathroom. Hyper aware of Ben, Nick watched him follow Charlie out of the room. 

“Nick?” Sai leaned forward into Nick’s line of sight. “What do you think? Did you hear what I asked about the practice schedule?” 

Nick shook his head to clear it. “Sorry. What?” he asked. Before Sai could answer, he said, “Excuse me. Sorry… I need…” Nick grimaced, stood up, and moved swiftly towards the doors.

Stepping out of the theatre’s lobby, Nick was about to head across the open space towards the corridor with the bathrooms, when he heard voices in the opposite gallery. He heard Charlie say, “Oh, hello. What are you doing here? I was just taking a breather before we start.” Nick moved closer, standing just outside the room, peeking in. He could see Charlie facing the other direction and could see Ben’s body behind a 3-D installation but couldn’t see his face.

“I’ve been dying to talk to you alone, Charlie.” 

“I can’t imagine why.” Charlie laughed nervously. “We should probably get back.” 

“Charlie, please. I need you to listen.” His voice lowered slightly, and Nick was astonished that Ben could sound even… smarmier. “You must know how I feel about you, Charlie.”  

An indignant gasp-laugh escaped, then Charlie stage-whispered, “What was in your coffee? You mistake me for James.” 

“James?” Ben scoffed. 

Recovering slightly, Charlie coolly said, “I’ll be happy to pass him a message if you’re too shy to tell him yourself.” 

“I don’t want to talk about James. I want to talk about you, Charlie.” Ben inched closer. “You’re so… so hot.”   

“Ben!” Charlie stepped back. “You must be drunk or high or sick… or you wouldn’t be forgetting about James.” 

“I only agreed to help James – to spend my time with James – as your friend.” Ben pleaded, “Who can think of James McEwan when Charlie Spring is right in front of me?” 

Seconds ticked by; there was only silence. 

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t know I fancy you.” Anger had creeped into Ben’s voice.

“I did not!” Charlie tried to lower his voice, but his urgency prevented it. “Please stop talking!” 

“Your modesty is charming, Charlie, but give in. You know you were flirting with me last night.”

“I didn’t. I swear. Please… just stop.”

Nick couldn’t hold back any longer. He rounded the corner to see Ben’s face inches away from Charlie’s. Thankfully, he wasn’t touching him. Charlie’s hands covered his own ears, his blue eyes wet with unshed tears. “He said stop!” Nick boomed, and Ben stumbled back in surprise. “Piss off!” 

Losing his swagger, Ben backed away. When he was just out of Nick’s reach, he growled, “Fuck you and your boyfriend too. I know where to find hotter guys than Charlie.” He turned on his heel, stomping away, just as Nick reached Charlie’s side.  

Chapter Text

“Are you okay?” Nick stepped closer.  

Charlie looked at Nick through watery eyes. “Did you hear all of that?” 

“Most of it.” Nick lifted a hand, hesitated, then placed it gently on Charlie’s shoulder. “I just… I came to look for you… the meeting’s about to start.” 

“I’m sorry I didn’t believe you,” Charlie replied, his voice shaking. “I’m sorry for James… I’m sorry–” 

“Shhh…” Nick shook his head. “No sorries.” He stared into Charlie’s eyes. “Come on, we should get back.” 

Charlie felt Nick’s hand slide into his, threading their fingers together. He tugged gently, leading Charlie back towards the theatre.

By the time they reached the theatre and opened the door, Darcy was standing up front, already speaking, so they slipped in quietly, sitting in a back row. James was sitting at the front, and Charlie could see him glancing around. Ben was supposed to read their scene with him at the meeting, and he’d abandoned James. It’s all my fault . Charlie started to get up, but Nick tightened his grip on Charlie's hand. 

Nick leaned close, whispering, “What’s up?”

A shiver ran through Charlie as Nick’s warm breath floated over his ear. Charlie answered, “I have to go to James. Ben was supposed to be here for their scene.” 

“No,” Nick quietly commanded. “You’ve had a shock. I’ll go.” 

Nick was starting to rise when the doors burst open, and a handsome man strode confidently in. Darcy was calling James to the stage, but the newcomer interrupted by announcing, “No one panic – I’m here now!” He flashed his brazen smile at the assembly as he moved down the aisle towards the stage. “What are we doing?” 

Darcy grinned, unperturbed by Frank’s outlandish entrance. They were used to his ways. He was a post-grad who hovered around the Soc, darting in and out of their happenings as it suited him. She held up a fist for him to bump, explaining that James was about to read his scene. Frank, still radiating chaotic, boundless energy, nodded at James. Standing by Darcy, Frank's eyes scanned the room, up the rows of seats until they landed on Charlie. He blew Charlie a kiss. Charlie smiled but rolled his eyes. Frank always flirted with him, but Charlie never took it seriously. The moment Frank pursed his lips and blew though, Charlie felt Nick squeeze his hand tighter. 

Before Charlie could give Nick’s reaction much thought, he heard James starting to back out of reading with the excuse that his partner was missing. Charlie noticed a few people move, like they were about to volunteer, but Frank beat them to it. James looked at Frank with the deepest sense of relief. A moment later, they took the stage and began.

“Which of the two sisters do you prefer, Captain Wentworth?” Mary asked boldly. “Henrietta is perhaps the prettiest, yet Louisa has higher spirits. Which is more likely to attract you, the more gentle or the more lively character of the two?”

Frank appeared to have picked up the intended vibe of the role immediately and was reading the role of Captain Wentworth with all the swagger Ben had obviously intended.

“Ah Mary, I’m not surprised you are disposed to speculate and wonder; despite the fact that I’ve only met them four or five times. I happen to think marrying either could be extremely delightful. I’ve no doubt they are both in awe of my war fortune of twenty thousand pounds and my distinguished reputation as a naval officer.”

Charlie glanced at Nick who was rolling his eyes. How unsurprising that Ben, the twat that he was, not only gave himself the role of Captain Wentworth, but also managed to make that honourable gentleman out to be some kind of fuck boy. They had completely butchered the scene from Persuasion , under Ben’s direction no doubt, and it was now as far as you could get from the sweet awkwardness of Darcy and Elizabeth meeting again for the first time at Pemberley that James had originally wanted to write. Ben had clearly convinced him to dump that romantic scene for this abomination. Charlie felt a renewed sense of guilt over his poor matchmaking choice. It was very clear that James had never stood a chance.

"Upon my word, I’m sure they are," replied Mary. "But does Henrietta not already have an understanding with Charles Hayter? Surely that connection cannot be ignored?”

"You know," said Wentworth, "I cannot think of him at all as a suitor for Henrietta; I think it would be a most disagreeable and inconvenient connection for him. For Mr Charles Hayter, who is known to prefer only the affections of men, the match would be improper indeed. While only a country curate, he is undeniably handsome and I, myself, would rejoice in the opportunity to have more intimate relations with him.”

Charlie glanced at Nick with embarrassment. What had seemed so obvious to Nick finally seemed transparent to him too. It was almost as if Ben had deliberately searched for a character called Charles with the intention of sending him a message. Not that it had done him any good in the end. Charlie was thankful when Nick returned a sympathetic smile his way. He was even more thankful that Ben had abandoned his plan to read the scene himself.

When the meeting was over, Charlie said quietly, “I should probably go explain about Ben.”

Nick finally freed his hand from Charlie’s and placed it on Charlie’s shoulder. “Are you sure you’re feeling up to that?” 

“No. Not really.” Charlie’s voice wobbled. 

Nick’s hand fell to Charlie’s back, stroking soothingly up and down. “Then don’t. Just send a text and say Ben had to leave, and you’ll explain later.” 

Charlie took a deep breath and nodded. “You think that’s okay?” Nick confirmed, and looking imploringly at him, Charlie added, “Would you mind… would it be okay if we postpone working on our scene? I know we have nothing so far, but I kind of want to go home… if that’s okay?” He felt bad cancelling on Nick, but he knew he’d just be stewing in his thoughts, worrying about how to tell James about Ben anyway, so he’d be no use that afternoon. 

“Yeah, of course,” Nick agreed. “I’m going to see you home though. Okay?” He dipped his head, forcing Charlie to look at him. 

Charlie smiled. “Sure. Thanks.” 

On the bus, Nick put his arm around Charlie and, lost in thought, he leaned his head on Nick’s shoulder. Nick walked him to his flat from the bus stop, giving him a long hug in front of the entrance. Still embracing him, Nick whispered, “Message later if you need to talk.” 

Charlie stared at the ceiling, unseeing. The window blind was up, and a rectangular beam of late afternoon light fell across the floor. He rolled onto his side after a few minutes, propping himself up and reaching for the glass of water he’d placed on his bedside table. Sleep had masked the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach but, with the post-nap consciousness, dread had come rushing back. He’d have to tell James about Ben. And as if that wasn’t bad enough, there was Nick, probably thinking Charlie was an idiot. Nick had tried to warn him about Ben. His mind raced through all the interactions with Ben at The Cider House. How could he have been so blind? He’d just wanted his ‘ship’ to work out; but, willing it to happen didn’t make it real. Alone in his room, Charlie vowed to himself – aloud – that he’d never matchmake again! 

Charlie couldn’t stop his mind though. Thoughts kept tumbling through it, like pebbles in a rushing stream – Nick’s warnings about Ben, James’ disappointment at the Soc meeting, what James’ reaction would be when told about Ben. He had to get out of there. Had to clear his mind. He hurried off the bed and put on some running clothes. Running always did the job; it would take the edge off.

A couple of miles into his run along the Two Tunnels Greenway, Charlie's mind started to clear. He’d been planning to ask Nick that afternoon if he could buy him dinner for his birthday the next day, and he sank into regret about cancelling their writing session for several heartbeats. But the fresh air filling his lungs and the rhythm of his footfalls soon had other ideas rising to the surface, and his worries dripped away like the sweat trickling down his body. He plotted as he ran, determined to speak with Nick about his plans for the next day when he returned home.    

September 4th

Waiting for Nick to open the door, Charlie leaned against the door frame and took a couple of deep breaths. He’d gay walked to Nick’s flat from the little breakfast place that was Nick’s favourite, not wanting the dishes or the coffees to get too cold. Charlie stood at the sound of the locks being turned. 

“Hi,” Nick said, surprised, when the door cracked open. 

“Hi.” Charlie grinned and held up the warm, aromatic bag of goodies. “Surprise! I brought birthday treats. Can I come in?” 

Nick's soft expression and lop-sided smile caused something to ripple through Charlie – an emotion he didn’t dare name. The door swung open a second later, and he was being ushered into Nick’s flat.  

Charlie followed Nick into the kitchen. He let his eyes travel over Nick’s broad back. The threadbare t-shirt he’d slept in only thinly veiled the definition underneath. Charlie’s eyes fell lower, admiring the rest of Nick in his sleep shorts as he pottered around getting plates and cutlery. He moved beside Nick, helping divide the sweet and savoury brioche French toast dishes he’d brought. When their plates were ready, they sat at the small table in Nick’s kitchen, sipping the warm cortados and humming approval of the mix of flavours.  

“Very sneaky of you,” Nick joked, smiling at Charlie with a bite of the sweet French toast waiting on his fork, “when you asked me about my plans for today. I didn’t guess you had a surprise birthday breakfast in mind.” 

Charlie smirked. “Oh… this is just the start. You said you have the whole day free, right?” Charlie laughed at Nick’s wide-eyed expression. “It’s your twenty-first birthday. I’ve got plans for you Nick Nelson!” He smiled coyly, then took a bite. 

Nick beamed, his face like a ray of sunshine. “Can you tell me where we’re going? I’ll take a shower as soon as I’m finished.”  

“No need.” Charlie placed a hand on Nick’s forearm. “We’ll probably get sweaty on our first stop, and you’ll be able to shower at the second.” 

“Char…” Nick purred, soft and low. He covered Charlie’s hand with his own. “You really are the best.” Nick looked into his eyes.

Charlie felt the emotion Nick poured into his words. The air around them felt too intense. Charlie shifted and cleared his throat. He drew his hand away and reached into his pocket. “Here.” He pushed a folded square of paper towards Nick. “Pack some stuff in a backpack before we leave. I’ve written down what you’ll need.” 

The Overlook

“Why didn’t we just drive or take an Uber to the top?” Nick whined as they reached the bottom of the steep steps to Alexandra Park. 

“Come on, rugby lad,” Charlie teased, looking back over his shoulder. “Thought you’d like to get your workout in first thing, so you can spend the rest of your birthday being decadent.” 

“Decadent?” Nick raised an eyebrow. He stepped quickly to Charlie’s side, climbing a step ahead. Looking back, he said, “Race you,” and smiled playfully.

“You want to race me ?” Charlie scoffed. With fluid motion, he passed Nick, laughing. “Come on!”  

“You’re going too fast! Slow down,” Nick shouted, stepping quickly but carefully on the uneven surface. 

Laughing, Charlie did slow his pace, so Nick could catch up some. Again, he yelled back, “Come on!”  

Near the top, Charlie glanced back and slowed more. He felt Nick grasp the hem of his t-shirt from behind. Nick huffed, “I’m dying,” and Charlie let him catch him and move ahead. 

“It’s because you’re old,” Charlie teased as Nick overtook him. Nick ran a few steps ahead with his arms raised in victory. He turned around, grinning. Panting, Charlie said, “You know I let you win because it’s your birthday, old man.” 

“You little…” Nick strode towards him, a huge grin on his face, he stooped, and hoisted Charlie over one shoulder. “I’m only 18 months older than you!” 

Charlie squeaked, “Oh my god! Put me down you giant rugby idiot.” He squealed again, laughing, as Nick marched them towards the benches at the lookout. The park was fairly empty on the weekday morning. Nick gently let Charlie down, and they stripped off their backpacks and dropped them on one end of the bench. They sat heavily, exhausted from the climb. 

Sweat trickled down Charlie’s temple. Nick’s damp fringe flopped into his eyes. Charlie almost reached up to push it back. He caught himself though and turned to look out over Bath, glowing golden in the near distance below them. The hills beyond framed the city – a kaleidoscope of mutable greens, painted light then dark by the shadowed strokes of puffy white clouds sweeping across the sky. 

Nick sighed and leaned to one side, letting his weight rest on Charlie. He dropped his head onto Charlie’s shoulder, gazing into the distance. “Thanks, Char.” Charlie closed his eyes for a moment, focusing on the contrast of the cool morning air with the heat radiating from Nick’s body. “I love starting my birthday here… with you,” Nick finished softly, not looking at Charlie. “I’d thought about maybe using that scene… you know… from Northanger Abbey . But…” 

“But it wouldn’t be just us,” Charlie interrupted, “there are three in that scene.” 

“Yeah,” Nick breathed out. He lifted his head to look at Charlie, and Charlie turned. Their faces were close, and Nick held his gaze. Charlie’s heart raced. Nick’s eyes darted lower, and he moved infinitesimally closer. Charlie couldn’t… think… and then…

A dog barked behind them. A runner was making their way along the path with their pup in tow. They moved apart and turned back to look. 

Nick cleared his throat. “I think it’s better if we just keep the scene between us. Less complicated, right?” 

“Right,” Charlie agreed. They sat in silence for a couple of minutes, and Charlie’s mind raced. I must have imagined… that didn’t just almost happen. I must still be lightheaded from the sprint.        

Nick took another sip of water and offered the bottle to Charlie. As Charlie took it and drank, Nick said, “I probably need a shower before we do anything else, Char.” 

Charlie swallowed and said, “No. Trust me. You’ll be able to shower at the next place we go.” He grinned at Nick’s confused face. 

“We’re not going to the uni gym, are we? We just ran up the steep path to Beechen Cliff.” 

Charlie laughed. “No, we’re going somewhere special… that I’ve never been before.” He stood and looked down at Nick, who was still seated. He tilted his head, sizing Nick up. “I don’t think you have either.” Nick gave him a curious look, and Charlie reached out his hand to help Nick up. “Come on.” 

The Spa

Nick stopped Charlie after they crossed over the Avon. They’d been walking for almost half an hour. It was all downhill and less than a mile, so they didn’t call an Uber to get them to the city centre. Instead, they’d meandered slowly – chatting, teasing, laughing – together. They’d finished off Charlie’s bottle of water, and Charlie watched Nick dig around in his bag for his one while they waited to cross the street. Smiling, he shook his head when Nick tried to pass him the bottle first.

“I don’t have to be first just because it’s my birthday.” Nick rolled his eyes, then held the bottle to his lips, not taking his eyes off Charlie. 

“Actually, you do,” Charlie deadpanned. “It’s the rule. Sorry.” He shrugged. Charlie watched Nick lick water from his lips when he finished drinking. He pressed the bottle into Charlie’s hands. After taking a sip, Charlie said, “We’re almost there.” He gripped Nick’s bicep, pulling him towards Bath Street. 

When they reached their destination, Charlie led Nick between the columns of the building's portico, and Nick’s mouth fell open. “Char… you didn’t… are we actually going in here?” 

Charlie laughed. “Don’t worry. I could only afford the basic spa session. You’ll have to wait until I finish uni and have a real job to get the treatments too.” Nick’s eyes were still wide, and a knot formed in Charlie’s stomach. “I-is that… okay?” he asked hesitantly. 

Nick didn’t speak. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Charlie. “I can’t believe you did this for me. No one’s ever done so much for me on my birthday before. Of course it’s okay.” 

They stood in front of the glass walls of the spa, embracing. Charlie closed his eyes and let the warmth of Nick – his beautiful, wonderful friend – envelope him. Sometimes his overactive brain paid dividends and now was one of those times. Planning this day for Nick, seeing him so happy, was worth everything. 

“Let’s go in,” Charlie said, lifting his head from Nick’s shoulder and smiling.

When Charlie came out of the changing cubicle, Nick was stowing his bag in one of the lockers. Nick’s eyes travelled down and back up before he turned awkwardly back towards the locker. What was that? Charlie thought but gathered himself. He needed to stop his imagination before it got the better of him. Charlie tried to keep his face neutral as he walked towards his friend – his sweet, tall, beautiful friend, standing in the changing room in his swimming shorts and flip flops with his broad chest, his large arms, his thick thighs. 

He’d occasionally seen Nick without a shirt before, but those were different situations – briefly after rugby, for a second at Nick’s place when he was changing to go out, after a run that Nick had joined him on. 

Maybe he’d made a mistake with this plan. Maybe it was a bad idea to spend two hours with Nick in nothing but swimming shorts. Charlie was deep in thought as he closed his locker when Nick appeared beside him, smiling that charming sideways smile. 

“Ready?” Nick asked, finally slipping into the spa-provided robe. He helped Charlie into his robe too, then gestured for Charlie to lead the way.

They took the lift, starting their session by bathing in the rooftop pool. After stowing their robes in cubbies, Nick waded in first and held a hand out for Charlie as he made his way down the steps. Nick still held on to Charlie’s hand even after he was well into the warm mineral water, their shoulders brushing. Disquieted by the skin-to-skin contact, Charlie nervously chattered about how the spa had to cool the water to a comfortable temperature because it came out of the spring at 45 degrees. Nick listened attentively as Charlie went on, talking about the Celts and the Romans’ worship and use of the hot spring. They moved through the pool while Charlie talked, half walking, half floating, until they reached a spot away from other patrons. 

When Charlie paused for breath, Nick asked, “Do you want me to rub your shoulders? You seem tense.” 

“Oh… umm…” Charlie dithered as Nick moved behind him. “I guess… but it’s your birthday…” Nick began to knead Charlie’s shoulders. “S-shouldn’t I be the one offering that… to you?” Charlie focused on the mist rising from the warm water into cooler air rather than Nick’s hands on his bare skin.

Nick chuckled. “I won’t say no if you offer.” Charlie pressed his lips together to suppress a moan, but nodded agreement. “But… later… in the steam room or the last bath. Can you tell me what’s got you so stressed?” Nick asked near Charlie’s ear.

Part of Charlie’s problem wasn’t stress – it was the intimacy of having Nick’s nearly naked body only inches away from his own nearly naked body, but he couldn’t say that. So Charlie confessed the other thing on his mind, which was how to explain what happened with Ben to James, especially since Charlie’s prodding had been the reason James had even thought about Ben in the first place. Nick had been right all along, but he didn’t say that. He just listened and didn’t make Charlie feel bad about it at all. Like a true friend. 

“Aww… Char,” Nick soothed and turned Charlie to give him a hug. A bare-skinned, chest-to-chest hug.  

Calm down… calm down… calm down , Charlie silently chanted. When Nick let go, they headed towards the steps to exit the pool. Charlie took a couple of deep breaths, coaching himself to get through the rest of their time at the spa. Nick is your friend. Nick. Is. Your. Friend.         

The Market

On the street outside the spa, Charlie listed a few nearby lunch spots, letting the birthday boy choose. Nick opted for one of their favourite pizza places, so they headed towards Green Park Station. Under the glass-ceiling of the historic building, they claimed one end of one of the long, wooden tables. Having worked up an appetite from their morning activities, they devoured the two pizzas they’d picked out to share. Nick was ready with his card and paid for their meal before Charlie had time to protest.

“Whyyy?” Charlie whined and pointed an accusing finger at Nick. “I’m trying to treat you.”  

Nick grabbed Charlie’s hand with both of his and held it, resting his forearms on the table. “Charlie… you’ve done too much already. It’s the thought, right?” He smiled and stared into Charlie’s eyes.

Warmth flooded Charlie’s body as he met Nick’s gaze and let his eyes linger on the warm brown eyes staring back. He was trying to force his brain to form words again when he became semi conscious of a figure moving closer. The man broke the trance when he spoke to Nick. 

“Alright, mate?” asked Nick’s teammate, Bates. The giant man’s deep voice reverberated around them.

They both turned to look up, and Charlie saw the man glance at their clasped hands. Charlie read Bates’ grave look as disapproval. It wasn’t the first time he’d sensed discomfort from Bates, though he’d never complained about him to Nick. He supposed Nick had to get on with all the lads on the team to some degree, but he couldn’t understand why Nick was so nice to the guy. Charlie was certain Bates was homophobic. He’d given Charlie too many weird looks when he’d met up with Nick after a match at the pub for there to be any other conclusion. Bates' attitude confused Charlie too because the man had to know Nick was bi – Nick was out and proud. Charlie'd contemplated it and decided that Bates must think of Nick as half straight or something – a fucking wrong notion full of bi-erasure – while Charlie was all gay in Bates’ eyes. And therefore, Bates couldn’t conceal his contempt. Nick had never had a boyfriend since Charlie had known him, so he reasoned that Bates was able to block out Nick’s queerness, except when he saw him with Charlie.        

“Really good! How about you?” Nick removed one hand from Charlie’s to greet Bates. “You remember Charlie, right?” Nick turned his eyes back to Charlie, a satisfied smile lighting up his face. Charlie nodded at Bates, and Bates made a similar, stilted gesture of acknowledgement. 

Nick didn’t mention it was his birthday, and Bates started chatting about tryouts and the start of the term. He also mentioned that he’d just got back in town from his home in Wales. Charlie perceived Nick trying to involve him in the conversation, but neither Bates nor Charlie took up the invitation. Charlie sat mostly in silence, looking on, and Bates seemed to avoid looking in Charlie’s direction as much as possible. 

Fortunately, Bates said he had to run after only a few minutes. Immediately, the atmosphere was lighter for Charlie, and they discussed faffing about the market for a bit before heading back home. There weren’t as many vendors there since it was a weekday, which also meant it was less crowded. Charlie dodged another bullet (Bates had been more than enough already) in the form of one of the annoying rugby fangirls that he thought was called Jane by pulling Nick towards a record shop stall. They spent some time flipping through crates of vintage vinyls at that stall, smelling the soaps and candles at one of the permanent vendors, and purchasing ice cream at a local farm shop before heading out.   

When they left the station market, Nick and Charlie wandered slowly through town in the direction of their flats. Before they parted, Charlie instructed Nick to meet him later for the final surprise, and suggested he nap and dress for an evening out. 

Nick pulled Charlie into a hug before he walked away. “Thank you again, Char. You make… umm… you’ve made me so happy today,” he spoke near Charlie’s ear. “I loved spending the day with you.”    

“It’s not over.” Charlie felt his blush and laughed it off. “See you at mine at six.” 

The Cocktail Bar

Nick arrived at Charlie’s door at the appointed time, freshly showered. Charlie had showered too. He’d used the spa’s complimentary hair products, which wouldn’t do. His hair had been a frizzy mess the whole time he and Nick were at the market. He’d tried not to worry about it. He told himself Nick wouldn’t have noticed. Why would Nick notice? They were just friends. Nick wouldn’t care if Charlie’s hair looked bad… or good. But now, it did look good. Charlie had spent plenty of time before Nick arrived twiddling his curls to make them perfect. 

Thoughts of his own hair flew right out of his head the moment he opened the door though. Nick looked… “Fuuuck,” slipped out of Charlie’s mouth, and Nick giggled.

Nick smiled shyly and, for an instant, bashfully dropped his eyes. Charlie berated himself for not being chill, but really who could blame him? Nick had on a tight – fitted-like-a-second-skin – black, long-sleeve, stretchy top that hugged every muscle of his torso paired with faded jeans. His hair was still damp, and he smelled intoxicating – clean and fresh but also earthy and sensual from his aftershave. 

Charlie had gone all out from head to toe, too. He wore his favourite black trousers and a fitted grey jumper that was practically cropped because every time he moved a little sliver of stomach was revealed. He noticed Nick’s eyes briefly flicker to the exposed skin but chalked it up to Nick not being used to seeing him so put together.

Charlie hurriedly gathered his phone, keys, and wallet, then they were off. They strolled leisurely down the Gravel Walk, and Nick told Charlie about the rest of his afternoon. He’d napped, talked to his mum, responded to birthday greetings, had tea, and finally got ready for the evening. Charlie told Nick he’d mostly done the same – napped, drank tea, dressed – but omitted confirming the reservation and messaging their mutual friends to ensure everything was in place for the final surprise of the day.

When they got to Queen’s Parade, they turned towards Gay Street with Charlie leading and, crossing, walked down George Street to the Slug & Lettuce. They entered the building, and Charlie took Nick’s hand. He moved ahead, smiling back at Nick over his shoulder, and led him through the busy bar. When they stepped outside into the beer garden, the gathered company of friends yelled, “Happy Birthday!” in near unison.

Charlie grinned at Nick and asked, “Are you surprised?” 

Nick was at a loss for words and could only get out, “Charlie…” and shake his head. He wrapped Charlie in a quick hug, then they were surrounded. 

As Nick received hugs and birthday wishes, Charlie proudly observed the scene. Most of the Soc members were there and some of the lads from Nick’s team that Sai had brought along. Happily for Charlie, Bates was not among them. The thought crossed his mind that Bates would be unlikely to attend a party with so many queer people. He saw Frank too, who was already eyeing Charlie up and down and giving him a flirty smirk. Charlie ignored him – Frank was not the person who inspired Charlie’s outfit choice. When he looked back after his brief scan of the beer garden, Nick already had a sunset-coloured cocktail in his hands, and Tara, Darcy, and Elle were leading him to a place of honour at the tables they’d arranged.  

Shortly after Nick and Charlie arrived, food started showing up. Their closest friends had agreed to help out by ordering a plethora of small plates to share with Nick, and Charlie was determined to pick up the tab for anything else he might want.

More friends wandered in as the party went on. Isaac arrived after leaving work at a nearby bookshop, shortly after James showed up. Nick had accepted a couple of shots when they first arrived but insisted he had to be up early the next morning and refused more as people asked. Frank, fancying himself the life of the party, refused to take ‘no’ for an answer and marched inside to buy another round. Charlie caught the grimace on Nick’s face as Frank turned, so he ran a hand soothingly over Nick’s shoulder.

Nick’s expression softened as he glanced from Charlie’s hand to his face. He looked into Charlie’s eyes and pleaded, “Please help me when he comes back. I really don’t want any more shots.”  

Charlie felt his stomach flip with the way Nick was looking at him, and an overwhelming urge to protect Nick surged through his body. “Don’t worry,” Charlie whispered. “I’ll fight him.”

“You’ll fight him?” Nick grinned.

Charlie puffed his chest out and grinned back at Nick. “Yeah. I’ll fight anyone who’s mean to you, or doesn’t listen when you tell them no.”  

Nick and Charlie were giggling together at Charlie’s bravado when Frank returned with something worse than an obligatory birthday shot: Ben Hope. 

Frank had found Ben inside and assumed everyone would want him to join in the festivities. Nick shot Charlie a worried look, but Charlie took a deep breath and steeled himself for whatever might be coming.

Both Nick and Charlie’s eyes locked onto the person strutting alongside Ben as Frank led the pair towards their table. The table was half empty since the crowd had already sung ‘Happy Birthday’ to Nick and cut the cake. Most everyone was standing around the beer garden, talking in small groups, forming and reforming into conversational pods, like islands of conjoined bubbles in a bath. Before they could process what was happening and come up with an exit strategy, Ben and August from Bristol , as they learned, sat down across from Nick and Charlie in some of the chairs vacated by their friends.       

“Delighted to meet you… Nelson is it?” August asked. “I’d like to say Ben has told me all about you, but he hasn't.” He laughed, charmed by his own humour, and nudged Ben, who also laughed in an exaggerated manner. 

Charlie kept his face rigid to stop himself snarling at the impertinence, and Ben gave him a smug smile. Charlie caught himself before he rolled his eyes. Nick explained that he preferred to be called by his first name since only his rugby teammates used his last name familiarly. 

August didn’t seem to take the hint though. Moments later, he addressed Nick as Nelson again. “Haha, sorry, Nelson. I can’t seem to help myself. Nelson just rolls off the tongue. I’m sure you don’t mind. Right?” 

Charlie muttered under his breath, “He said to call him Nick, you knob.” Charlie caught Nick’s quick glance and smile, and he wished he’d said it louder, so August and Ben with his smarmy, smug smile could have heard. He was just contemplating whether he should say something, or if Nick would prefer not to have a scene at his party, when he heard himself being addressed. 

“Benji tells me you’re a drummer… umm… Charlie, is it?” August smiled with all his teeth showing.

August addressing him, shocked Charlie out of his thoughts. “Oh… uhh… yeah. I play drums.” Nick turned to him and smiled fondly. Blushing, Charlie returned Nick’s gaze until August's voice punctured their bubble. 

“You know what we should do?” August asked with practiced disinterest. “We should start a band. I play bass.” He glanced at Ben. “I wouldn’t say that I play well, but my friends… let’s just say they’re always begging me to play for them,” August said with a haughty chuckle. 

Charlie snuck a glance at Nick, who winced. Charlie had pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh, when he noticed James watching Ben and August. Ben was rubbing August's bicep and looking at him with performed adoration. James’ face sagged, and he looked like he was on the verge of tears. When Ben caught Charlie’s line of sight, he turned and sneered at James before planting an exaggerated kiss on August’s cheek. 

James dropped his eyes to the floor, and Charlie could faintly hear him stuttering out an excuse to leave. Charlie whispered to Nick, “I’ve got to go. I’ve got to talk to James.” Nick squeezed his hand under the table and nodded curtly. “I’m going to offer to walk him home,” Charlie added, pushing his chair back. After standing, he leaned down, close to Nick’s ear, and said,  “Sorry to leave your party early.”

Nick turned and said, “It’s okay. I won’t stay much longer either. It’s getting late.” Charlie sighed and gave Nick a regretful smile. Before Charlie could walk away, Nick grabbed his hand and, standing up, pulled Charlie into a tight hug. Quietly, his breath ghosting Charlie’s ear, he said, “I had the most amazing day with you, Char. Thank you for everything.” He pressed his lips to Charlie’s cheek. After several seconds, he drew back and said, “Go find James.” 

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Suspecting he’d stayed up late consoling James after leaving the bar, Nick wasn’t surprised when Charlie messaged to cancel their morning writing session. He told Nick he’d see him at The Edge for the Soc meeting later. On his way there, Nick stopped to pick up a coffee for Charlie, hoping he had used the time to get some extra rest. However, on arrival, Nick saw his friend slumped forward at a table, his head resting on his arms, confirming his worry that Charlie was exhausted. 

“Charlie,” Nick said quietly, placing his hand gently on Charlie’s shoulder to alert him to his presence.

Charlie sat up immediately, startled at first, but his face instantly relaxed when he saw Nick.

“Oh my god, thank you,” Charlie said, gratefully taking the coffee Nick held out to him. “Sorry about this morning,” he added regretfully. “I just couldn’t get out of bed today. I hope you enjoyed the rest of your party.”

“Don’t worry about it. I was pretty tired after our amazing day together and ended up heading home not long after you left,” Nick replied, wanting to reassure him. He noticed Charlie’s eyes were slightly puffy and he still looked a little deflated. “I hope it didn’t go too badly with James last night.”

“It was… hard.” Charlie sighed, a sad look on his face.  “I really… actually would you mind if we don’t talk about it? I could really use a distraction to be honest. Maybe we can talk about the scene? I’m so sorry we haven’t been working on it.” 

“I’m really glad you got the extra sleep,” Nick said, rubbing Charlie’s shoulder in sympathy. “Besides, we still have time to write it. Actually, I think I’ve had an idea for a scene we can use. I decided to do a gym session this morning, and I had an epiphany on the rowing machine.”

“Really?” Charlie asked curiously. “What is it?”

“I’ll tell you after this,” Nick replied, motioning towards the rest of the group who had been steadily arriving and gathering around the benches. “I think we are going to start soon.”

Sure enough, Darcy called them to order, inviting Tao to stand up and read his scene. Nick chuckled as Tao shook his paper open with an exaggerated flourish. 

As she prepared to go to her room to get ready, Mr Collins stopped her with the intention of putting her at ease.

“Do not make yourself uneasy, my dear cousin, about the role you will play tonight. Lady Catherine’s house is inclusive of everyone, no matter their wealth or position in society. She will not think worse of you for your choice of outfit or if your courage should fail you when you are requested to perform, she prefers to be in control of all who enter her domain. It’s only fitting for someone with her position that all submit to her.”

He continued to interrupt the group with his urgings to hurry, describing how seriously displeased Lady Catherine was when people did not arrive punctually. His accounts of the woman made her seem formidable. If he intended for Elizabeth to feel trepidation about her visit to the House of de Bourgh, however, he was unsuccessful. While Maria Lucas and Sir William both seemed prepared to be awed by the famed Lady of the House, Elizabeth viewed the visit with curiosity, and a hint of wry humour at the level of deference shown by her cousin.

While Rosings Park, where the House of de Bourgh was located, was indeed lovely, Mr Collins seemed to care nothing for the manicured shrubbery they were passing, instead drawing his party’s attention to the glazing on the front windows of the house.

“They cost an extraordinary amount,” he said admiringly, “but they are worth every pound when you see their effect in full. From the inside of the house they appear as mirrors making one’s reflection visible from any vantage point.”

They ascended the steps to the door and were ushered inside to the entrance hall where their coats were taken. After several minutes waiting awkwardly for their host to appear, the voice of the famed Lady Catherine de Bourgh could suddenly be heard from an upper level of the house. 

“Welcome to the House of de Bourgh,” she announced in a deep voice, and every eye in the entrance hall was drawn to the striking figure who now stood at the top of the stairs.

She was older than Elizabeth had previously imagined; her face and figure were regal, rather than handsome. It was obvious she had a strong sense of self-importance, and her authoritative presence was felt by all. Her position on the stairs above them clearly designed to demonstrate the superior rank of the famous Madam of Kent’s most reputable bordello.

Elizabeth blushed as she took in the black leather, thigh-high boots, which were the only thing Lady Catherine was wearing apart from a sheer black heavy lace gown that exposed the most private parts of her body. In her hand she held a riding crop that was covered in …  

“Stop!” Tara yelled, throwing both hands in the air dramatically. “Please tell me you have not made Rosings into a brothel?”

“No!” Tao replied, affronted. “Actually, it’s more like a fetish club.”

“You do know the audience for this, right?” Tara continued. “They will be conservative ! There will be grandmas and grandpas there for fuck’s sake! Most of them love Jane Austen because of the fact the romance is not explicit. Just adding a queer element to the story will be a big stretch for some of them, let alone introducing a dominatrix.”

“That’s completely judgemental of you Tara!” Tao rebuked. “Old people can be kinky too!”

“Yes, I know!” she replied exasperatedly. “But there is no way the festival organisers will go for it. It’s just too wild.”

“I tried to tell you, Tao!” Elle sighed. “I don’t think the Jane Austen festival goers are ready for Madam de Bourgh.”

“I am!” Darcy squealed loudly. “We might not be able to perform it at the festival, but I absolutely want to read that later.”

“Me too!” Isaac added, earning him some raised eyebrows.

Tao’s scene firmly rejected, the group moved on to discussing their plans for the night. Despite the fact that the majority of students had not returned to Bath yet, The Plug and Tub was still a favorite place to hang out. It had a weird mix of entertainment zones including a cheap kitchen offering meals containing deep-fried goodness perfect for lining the stomach of a drunken student, a DJ and a dancefloor, pool tables and a karaoke room at the very back of the venue. 

Nick wasn’t thrilled about the venue choice. It was always noisy and hard to find people, and the staff were disinterested university students, making drink runs tedious. The main reason for his displeasure, though, was that he hated karaoke. It was a favourite pastime of Charlie and Darcy though, and it appeared the prospect of singing tonight had finally returned a genuine smile to his friend’s face. Seeing Charlie happy again, combined with Darcy’s enthusiasm for the activity was enough to make Nick excited for the evening to come. There was no way he would be participating though. After spending the whole of the previous year trying to convince him to take part, his friends had finally given up their efforts to get him to sing, having heard him complain he had “no musical ability whatsoever” too many times. He was content to observe the frivolities from the bottom of the stage and cheer loudly for his mates. 

The group left The Edge chatting happily about their plans for outfits, song choices and pre-drinking for the evening. Charlie seemed back to his usual cheerful self and Nick made plans not to get too drunk that night. In his first year at Bath he had the same excessive drinking habits of his team mates, facing the wrath of Coach Singh whenever he let a hangover impact his performance at training. Last year, however, he found it made him much happier to stop drinking early rather than writing himself off. Although he definitely preferred not feeling like shit the next day, he could not deny it gave him a lot of pleasure to have a drunken Charlie Spring fall against him at the end of an evening, pressing his phone into Nick’s hand saying grandly, “Nick, call for the carriage!” whenever they needed to get a taxi. 

As everyone dispersed outside, heading to their respective residences in the hope of getting a little rest before the night’s festivities, Charlie grabbed Nick’s arm before he walked away.

“You forgot to tell me about the scene you wanted to write,” he said.

“I’ll tell you tonight,” Nick replied. “Go and get some more rest! Pick you up at nine?”

“Great!” Charlie replied, with a huge smile, squeezing Nick’s arm before they parted ways.

Nick met Charlie and Isaac at their flat and then the three of them caught the bus to the SU and walked together to The Plug and Tub, which was surprisingly busy given it was the pre-term break.

“Drink?” Nick asked the other two.

Charlie and Isaac nodded and the trio made a beeline for the bar. 

As Nick tried to catch the attention of the bar staff he heard a loud wolf-whistle that he instinctively knew was intended for Charlie. “Fucking Frank!” he muttered under his breath, feeling himself scowl. 

For reasons Nick could never understand, Frank was often a subject of discussion amongst the people of the LGBT+ Soc, and gossip about him and his social circle was always running rife. Nick detested the man’s rakish good looks and ability to make people swoon with his easy manners and ridiculous, foppish hair.

He particularly despised the way Frank flirted mercilessly with Charlie, whenever they met. It was always good natured, never crossing the boundaries of friendship, but Nick still found it distasteful that Frank always assumed Charlie welcomed his banter and attention. He was willing to admit to himself that he was also a little jealous of Frank. He often wished he could be as openly admiring and free from embarrassment. If only he could say how gorgeous he thought Charlie looked all the time without the fear of being too much.  

As if to prove the point, he heard Frank yell, “Looking good, Charlie!” from the opposite corner of the room. 

He supposed he should just be thankful that Charlie, despite blushing whenever Frank showered him with attention, had not yet shown any outward signs of being taken in by Frank’s allurements and always laughed off his advances. Nick watched carefully as he walked past, but the only sign Charlie had noticed the attention was the cheeky wink he threw Frank before continuing his conversation with Isaac.

"C'mon lads!" Came a loud voice from further down the bar, dragging Nick out of his thoughts. He looked up to see Darcy and Tara grinning at them, along with a line of shots ready for the new arrivals. Charlie and Nick raised their glasses towards each other in a ‘cheers’ gesture, and then did the same with Isaac, Tara and Darcy. Just as Nick was about to drink, his arm was knocked by someone, causing half his shot to spill over his hand. Surprised, he looked up to see Charlie glaring with narrowed eyes at a girl behind him, annoyed on Nick’s behalf. Isaac passed over a cocktail napkin to clean up the spill, and the girl promptly snatched it from him and started to dry Nick’s hand, apologising profusely about the accident.  

Nick recognised her immediately. It was Jane, one of the rugby fangirls. She was tall, almost as tall as Charlie and very pretty. Her eyes were a deep grey, with long eyelashes and manicured eyebrows. She had clearly put a lot of effort into her outfit tonight, and was drawing the attention of people around her. Despite him telling her not to worry about buying him another drink, she insisted. Even once the drink had been replaced she remained talking to them for a while. While he normally tried to avoid Jane and her friends at rugby events, Nick tried his best to be friendly because Charlie was making it quite obvious that he was not impressed by her presence. He was being perfectly polite to her, but Nick was an expert at reading Charlie’s body language and he could tell his friend was not pleased, even though he had no idea why Charlie seemed to dislike her so much. Fortunately, as soon as she had finished her drink, Jane wished them a good night and went to find her friends.

Elle and Tao arrived a moment later and the group moved to the karaoke area, a room containing a large stage with microphones, speakers and a screen displaying the song lyrics to help any drunken singers who forgot their lines. It was their first night out at The Plug together since returning to Bath, and the mood was euphoric. Nick still had no idea what had been discussed between the two of them the night before, but he was pleased to see James give Charlie a warm hug when he joined the group, the two of them smiling at each other. Clearly the Ben matchmaking scheme train wreck had not put a permanent dent in their friendship. Darcy was determined to start the party off right with a queer anthem, dragging Elle and Charlie up with them to belt out some Kylie with enough gusto to appease any queer deity who may be listening.

The three of them serenaded their friends in the audience, Charlie making Nick smile with his usual antics; acting every bit the rock star, easily covering up any deficiencies in his singing with his enthusiasm and style.

Their first song of the year complete, they began discussing the Austen performance, Tao read them the rest of his scene and continued to insist his idea would have been perfect for the festival. The fact Nick was not the only one blushing by the end of the completed reading confirmed that Tara had been right to veto it. Spurred on by the alcohol, the group then proceeded to make suggestions for other ways Madam DeBourgh could entertain her regency patrons, encouraging each other to make each one even more kinky than the last.

Their depraved reverie was interrupted by the voice of an angel.

When Nick turned to see who was singing, he was surprised to discover it was Jane, looking and sounding completely different to how she usually appeared while cheering from the side of the rugby pitch. When she was with the fangirls Nick usually found her loud and abrasive, but here up on stage she suddenly seemed calm and accomplished. 

Nick found himself quite mesmerised by her performance, and noticed he was not the only one in the room thinking the same. She did not have quite the same liveliness as Darcy or Charlie, but there was no denying she was a wonderful singer.

“She’s great, isn’t she?” he heard Tara say into his ear.

“She really is!” Nick admitted.

“Attractive too,” Tara added, with a quirked eyebrow, fishing for Nick’s opinion on the matter, no doubt for some mischievous reason of her own.

“She is attractive,” Nick replied, “and a very proficient singer too.”

He did not hear Tara’s response to his reply because he was distracted by the change in Charlie’s demeanour.

Charlie was usually relaxed and at home in front of the karaoke stage, his posture and body language loose and fluid with the effects of alcohol and the obvious comfort of being in a place he felt safe with his friends. Right now though, for some reason unbeknownst to Nick, Charlie suddenly looked agitated, his features troubled with concern. 

He considered asking Charlie what was wrong, but before he had a chance, Jane sang her last note and the room broke out into loud applause to show their approval of her superior skill.

Jane, looking embarrassed with all the attention, hurried down the stage stairs and joined Nick and his friends.

She was quickly dragged into a big congratulatory group hug for her fine performance. Darcy, who was always happy to find someone who took karaoke as seriously as themselves, grabbed Jane and Isaac by the hand and started dragging them into the next room declaring it was time to dance. Tao and Elle were headed to the bar, but Nick followed after the rest of them, noting Charlie had been quick to head into the other room.  

The group formed a tight circle on the crowded dance floor, singing lyrics to each other and moving as one. With the unfinished scene-writing task present in his mind, Nick giggled to himself, imagining how mortified the regency matrons would have been to see how closely they were all pressed together. Nick tried to manoeuvre closer to Charlie, who still looked out of sorts.

His efforts to reach his friend were thwarted by Tara and Darcy who split the group in two when they started to snog each other passionately on the dance floor, leaving Nick and Jane on one side and Charlie, Isaac and James on the other.

Gazing over the heads of the kissing pair, Nick was surprised to see Charlie looking even more despondent than before. He was contemplating how to squeeze past Tara and Darcy when Charlie suddenly left the dance floor, making a gesture to James that he was getting a drink. Hemmed in by his friends, Nick could do nothing but stare at the black curls bouncing on the back of his head as he strode away. 

Confused, he wondered if he should go after him and find out what was needed to make Charlie’s smile reappear, when he felt Jane tug on his arm. He realised he had ended up standing face to face with her, and for all intents and purposes they were now dancing together. Nick always found these situations awkward. He hoped he hadn’t done anything to give Jane the wrong idea. He’d been polite in their conversations and attentive when needed, but it was still hard to tell if she expected anything more.

Shaking off the thought, Nick told himself to stop being ridiculous. It wasn’t as if she had compromised him on the dance floor – the fact they were dancing in close proximity was a matter of luck rather than design. Not wanting to appear rude he took one last reluctant look at Charlie’s retreating back, then turned back to face his dance partner. 

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From the bar Charlie watched Nick and Jane dancing with a head full of uncharitable thoughts.

That her hairstyle was not very flattering, that her clothes were cute but basic, how the shy smiles she was giving Nick made her seem meek and vapid, although not even Charlie’s own jealousy could conceal from him that she had been a very fine singer. A much better singer than him in fact.

His resentful musings were interrupted by the arrival of Elle, keen to engage in some gossip.

“Well, they certainly look good together,” she said, raising her drink in Nick’s direction.

“Elle!” he squawked, losing control of his voice, terrified that his envy of Jane had been discovered by someone else. In a tone he hoped sounded more jovial than jealous, he added, “How can you think such a thing? It doesn’t seem at all likely to me, and that girl of all people? I would give up match-making if I were you, Elle, you are clearly shit at it!”

“I don’t know about that, Charlie,” Elle replied smugly, “maybe Nick is looking for a partner? I heard Tara ask him what he thought of her, and he admitted she was attractive and had a good voice.”

“That doesn’t prove he wants to hook up with her! You know what Nick is like, he sees the best in everyone. Have you ever known Nick to bad mouth anyone? He doesn’t even look particularly keen. And she looks a bit cold and reserved to me; definitely not the type of person Nick would be into.” Charlie closed his mouth promptly. Elle was looking at him oddly, and he knew he had probably been protesting too much. Could she hear the undercurrent of desperation in his voice, hoping above all hopes that what he had just said was true?

He looked back at Nick and Jane. Nick was spinning her in a circle. There was a wide space between their bodies, but they were laughing and smiling together. Taking in the happy look on Nick’s face, it occurred to Charlie all at once how miserable he felt after hearing Elle’s suspicions. 

He realised in that moment what a mortifying loss it would be if Nick really did fancy Jane. Deep inside he knew unequivocally that it would be hard to endure the thought of Nick in his life with a partner and just how difficult it would be to see Nick romantically attached to someone else.

The thought made his stomach drop.

How had he never really imagined this scenario before? Nick had just always been there giving Charlie his undivided attention. A friend he could always rely on to support him, spend time with him, and to talk to about his joys and fears. The thought of that attention being showered on someone other than Charlie was too much to bear. Things would forever be different if Jane was in Nick’s life. Charlie would no longer be his favourite person. It struck him that his desire for Nick to stay single was selfish, but he loved his current life exactly the way it was, and the addition of Jane would mean everything would change. He knew Nick was too kind to ever neglect their friendship completely, but the thought they might not always be as close as they were now made him feel hollow inside. 

He was determined that no one should find this out. 

To hide his realisation from Elle, he pointed in the opposite direction to where Tao was looking through the list of songs available to perform for karaoke.

“You’d better go and supervise that before he chooses ‘Ice Ice Baby’ ironically again,” he laughed, hoping he had not been too obvious in his attempt to change the subject.

“Eurgh…you’re right!” She rolled her eyes, walking away in a beeline towards her boyfriend, leaving Charlie to stare despondently at Nick.

After Elle left, James appeared by Charlie’s side just in time to hear Charlie mutter to himself, “Fuck, she’s a good dancer too.”

James, clearly not picking up on the jealousy in Charlie’s tone, responded, “She really is! I wish I could dance half as well as her… or you, for that matter. You know you are a great dancer too, Charlie.”

“You don’t have to blow sunshine up my arse, James!” Charlie retorted, a little cattily, “I know  my dancing is not bad, but Jane is much beyond that! She’s practically a professional!”

“Well,” James replied in a conciliatory tone, “in my opinion you dance quite as well as she does, and if there is a difference, I can’t spot it.” Charlie recognised James’ loyalty in the attempt to bolster his confidence and muttered, “Thanks,” rather more charitably than he actually felt. 

They were interrupted by Frank’s sudden appearance at the bar, slotting himself between them, nudging James further away from Charlie with the unsubtle placement of his body.

“Well hello there,” Frank drawled, reaching over and placing his beer on the bar. Charlie wondered how many people had fallen into Frank’s bed based on his sultry voice alone. The man was incredibly smooth and sure of himself, moving about the world with no doubt at all of his attractiveness. Charlie admired his self-assuredness a lot.   

Both James and Charlie said ‘hello’ in reply, but Frank only had eyes for Charlie, angling his shoulder so he was facing him more directly, his back turned completely to James. Charlie bristled a bit at this display of rudeness, and stepped back slightly in order to include James again. James, however, had not taken Frank's imposition as a slight, but more like an opportunity to give Charlie some privacy with a hot guy. He mumbled something about going to the loo before promptly disappearing, leaving Charlie and Frank alone together. Perhaps he imagined he was doing Charlie a favour?

“How has your night been, handsome?” Frank asked, his voice low with seduction.

“Just fine, thanks,” Charlie replied a bit resignedly. He was not really in the mood for Frank’s banter. He could not deny that Frank’s attention was great for his self-esteem, and he usually enjoyed their easy flirting. Having someone constantly tell you how good looking you are, especially when that someone is an extremely handsome pansexual, was incredibly satisfying.

Unfortunately, the truth was, Charlie found Frank confusing. In many ways they made the perfect couple, in fact sometimes people assumed Frank was Charlie’s boyfriend given that he was always spouting off about how hot Charlie was in public. In actual fact, however, Charlie had no idea if Frank was genuinely interested in him or not. Frank always seemed so unserious in his admiration, making it impossible to tell if he ever intended to follow through with his propositions. Did he really like Charlie, or did he just enjoy the thrill of the chase? He wondered what Frank’s response would even be if Charlie uncharacteristically agreed they should take things further.

As he observed Frank leaning leisurely against the bar, his head tipping downwards towards him, Charlie realised that as pretty as Frank was, he had not a single romantic feeling for him. When Frank asked him if he wanted to dance, he had no hesitation in saying no.

“Your loss, babe.” Frank laughed good naturedly, raised his beer in Charlie’s direction and departed immediately for the dance floor.

Charlie chuckled to himself and swallowed the last of his drink, pleased to have had a small distraction from his unpleasant thoughts of Nick dancing with that bubble-headed cheerleader. He knew this was an unfair assessment of Jane, but he was not in the mood to be obliging to someone who threatened his happiness.

He ordered another drink from the bartender. When his drink arrived, he was startled to find someone else reaching over his shoulder and purchasing it for him before he could tap his own card.

When he turned around, Charlie was surprised to see Nick standing behind him, a smug smile on his face. A quick glance behind his friend revealed no Jane in sight.

“Thanks,” he said with a grin.

“You’re welcome,” Nick replied, before adding, “I saw you talking to Frank, what was he wooing you with this time?” Nick’s voice sounded flat, almost dejected, although Charlie had no idea why.

“As if Frank could ever tempt me!” Charlie countered, perhaps a little too vehemently. He hadn’t planned to press Nick about Jane, but he suddenly realised this was the opening he needed. If Nick was going to hook up with her, then he desperately wanted to know. He needed to have some advance warning if their friendship, which he considered to be the most important thing in the world, was going to change.

“I don’t think he’s the only one who has been wooing, Nelson! Are you…do you think that Jane girl is hot?” he asked, wishing that his voice didn’t sound so needy.

Nick’s eyes snapped to Charlie’s, his face colouring, visible even under the lights in the club.

“Anybody would think she’s hot, Charlie,” he replied quietly.

“Well maybe you think…” Charlie paused, reminding himself that it was better to know the worst, before adding hurriedly, “Do you think she’s, I don’t know, maybe more than just hot?”

Nick looked out across the dancefloor, his face thoughtful, before replying earnestly, “No, Charlie, I don’t think she’s more than hot. She’s very charming, but I don’t think of her in that way, I can assure you.”

Charlie’s insides were jumping, rejoicing to hear that Nick had not fallen for Jane. He hoped the expression on his face was not giving away just how relieved and triumphant he was that Nick would not be stolen away from him that night by someone so beautiful. The irony of him being able to admit she was beautiful now that there was no chance Nick was interested in her was not lost on Charlie. Now that he was not at risk of losing his favourite person, he was finally willing to concede that Jane Fairfax was, in fact, a talented and desirable woman.

He barely had time to offer Nick a wide smile in response before Elle appeared beside them, grabbing both their hands and pulling them towards the stage. “C’mon you two!” she yelled. “Tara and Darcy are about to sing!” He heard Nick chuckle beside him, and he allowed himself to be dragged towards the karaoke room, thankful that he was still secure of Nick’s friendship.

While he waited with Tao and Elle at the front of the stage for Tara and Darcy to finish their song, Charlie noticed Ben entering the room, weaving awkwardly through the crowd, clearly heading in their direction. As annoyed as he was to see him, at least he hadn’t brought that fucking odious August with him. 

James had just finished asking aloud if anyone would be willing to sing ‘Crazy in Love’ with him when Ben reached them. The timing could not have been worse as Isaac, no doubt thinking he was being welcoming to another Soc member, asked, “Any chance I can convince you to sing, Ben?”

Ben, with his usual smile that Charlie now recognised for what it was – smarmy and fake – replied, “I’d love to, Isaac, if you will sing with me.”

Isaac, a karaoke diva who only sang epic solos of love songs, patted Ben’s forearm condescendingly and, with a giggle, replied, “Me? Oh no, I’m sure I could find you a much better partner than me. I don’t play well with others when it comes to karaoke!” After doing a comical mime of looking around the group for prospective partners, he said, “Ah, James! Of course! I think he needs a partner to sing with if I am not mistaken?”

Ben’s face immediately crinkled with distaste, which he tried, and failed to mask. He had not been fast enough to prevent everyone seeing the look of contempt that had been visible in his eyes before he looked away and said sharply, “Actually, I’ve changed my mind about singing after all. I’m suddenly not very interested. I’m sure there is something to do in this place that is actually fun. I’m going to find August instead.” He then proceeded to walk out to the bar without a backwards glance.

Charlie was disgusted. What an arsehole thing to say. Ben had obviously intended to insult James by leaving him hanging. How could he have been so blind to Ben’s true colours? The amiable, obliging man he had hoped would be a good match for James was, in fact, a stuck-up, arrogant twat who cared nothing for anyone else’s feelings.

Feeling incredibly sad for his friend, Charlie saw the mortification on James’ face as he clutched his drink, conscious that everyone must’ve heard Ben’s put down. He had obviously felt Ben’s slight, keenly.

The atmosphere left behind in Ben’s wake was awkward for a moment until the mood suddenly changed from uncomfortable to joyous. A rush of happiness filled Charlie’s heart when he saw Nick standing in front of James offering to be the Beyonce to his JAY-Z . Nick, who never sang karaoke, was pulling James to stand in the queue behind Charlie, so they could sing together, a ‘fuck you’ to Ben, and his petty, dickish behaviour. 

Charlie was amazed and exceptionally proud of his friend and longed to thank him. Despite knowing how much Nick hated it, here he was offering to sing just so that one of Charlie’s friends did not feel like they had been left on the sidelines. Charlie didn’t want to embarrass James by telling Nick directly, but the whole time he was singing with Tao and Elle, he tried to show Nick how elated he was, giving him his most expressive smiles whenever he caught his eye.

At the end of Charlie’s song, they both smiled warmly at each other as they passed on the stage steps. James himself looked positively incandescent to be standing up with Nick.

To Charlie’s absolute astonishment, Nick’s singing proved to be uncommonly good. Charlie’s mouth dropped open at the first bar Nick sang and Nick, who had been watching him for his reaction, grinned wickedly, clearly aware of the surprise his hidden skills were providing. The look on James’ face was almost awestruck as Nick belted out Beyonce’s lines.

Watching Nick on stage caused a warm flush to sweep through Charlie’s whole body. It struck him that if he had to choose a person he knew that was most similar to a true Austen gentleman, it would have to be Nick. He was so kind and so caring to his friends, gallant even. Not to mention how handsome he was. Charlie was so glad to have Nick Nelson in his life. 

He had been so busy admiring Nick that he almost missed the ending of the song, quickly joining in to cheer wildly with the rest of the crowd as Beyonce and JAY-Z curtsied and bowed together.

Nick was swamped with congratulations by the group as soon as he left the stage. He even got slaps on the back from random strangers in the bar who had enjoyed his performance. Nick looked shy and embarrassed by all the attention; it was quite adorable really. Charlie did not get the chance to talk with Nick alone until after another song, when he caught Nick’s eye and beckoned him over with a hand gesture. His praise of Nick’s singing was warm, but his expression of gratefulness that Nick had spared James the embarrassment of rejection was even warmer still. 

“I can’t believe he was such an arsehole to James,” Nick said, agreeing that Ben’s behaviour had shown unpardonable rudeness.

“Well, thank you for not saying ‘I told you so!’ ” Charlie replied sheepishly. “You knew what a twat he was long before I did. He’s obviously not forgiven me yet and is clearly going to take it out on James. Prick! I don’t know how I ever thought he was a decent person.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better,” Nick replied, giving Charlie a comforting rub on his upper arm, “you chose better for him than he chose for himself. James is such a lovely guy, and August is a fake, pretentious wanker. Ben and August deserve each other.”

Charlie placed his own hand on top of the one Nick still had on his bicep and gave it a small squeeze. God, Nick truly was a good person. He had no idea how the universe had decreed that Nick Nelson would end up his best friend, but he was so fucking thankful for him.

Nick opened his mouth like he was about to say something when they were interrupted by the DJ announcing the last songs before the end of the karaoke session. Charlie downed the last of his drink.

“I feel like this requires a revenge song!” He laughed.

“Who are you going to sing with?” Nick asked him quietly.

Charlie hesitated a moment, contemplating his friend, then replied, “With you, if you’ll ask me.”

Smiling shyly, Nick offered his hand doing his best impression of a Regency gentleman, bowing low and asking deferentially, “Will you do me the honour of singing with me, Charlie Spring?”

“OMG Nick you have clearly been exposed to too much Austen lately!” Charlie giggled, before playing along, answering in a similarly affected Regency voice, “Indeed, I will, kind sir!” taking the arm Nick had offered. “Your secret is out, Nick,” he added. “You are an excellent singer, and what could be better than a shared revenge song between friends?”

“ Friends , right…” Nick repeated so quietly that Charlie almost didn’t hear him. 

“What?” Charlie asked.

“Nothing,” Nick replied, clasping the hand Charlie had placed around his forearm and leading him to the stage. 

Before they got there, however, Charlie caught a glimpse of a couple by the bar who were locked in a passionate embrace, their hands wandering all over each other's bodies. When he realised who it was, he yanked on Nick’s arm to twist him towards them and gripped his chin, tilting it in the direction of the amorous pair.

Tucked into the corner of the room at the end of the bar were Jane and Frank, hair mussed, clothes crumpled and tongues down each other’s throats.

Charlie grinned and looked at Nick, whose face had also lit up in unexpected joy at seeing those two get a happy ending to their evening. Charlie let out a loud wolf-whistle, to which Frank’s only response was to stick up his finger behind Jane’s back without allowing his lips to separate from hers. Leaving the pair engaged in their activities, Nick and Charlie continued on their way to the stage to begin their song together.

“Shit! You still didn’t tell me your scene idea!” Charlie suddenly remembered as they took their place behind their microphones.

“I need to explain it properly, I’ll tell you soon.” Nick whispered back, before the starting notes of “Since U Been Gone” rang out.

Chapter Text

NICK

This morning’s Nick was incredibly thankful to last night’s Nick when his alarm went off at 5am. Despite the many requests to sing again after his performance with Charlie, he had politely refused them all and headed home. A busy pub was not the venue he had in mind for discussing the Austen scene with Charlie. He wanted to be alone with him for that, and anyway, he knew he needed some sleep to prepare for today. 

It was the morning of the charity picnic, a big fundraiser for the Royal United Hospital’s Children’s Centre. The university rugby team had volunteered their help to set up the event; a community day where local Bath traders set up stalls to sell their wares, and members of the public came along to enjoy the entertainment with their families. Nick had been at the grounds since the crack of dawn setting up shelters for the stall holders, trestle tables and seating, and the small makeshift stage where the musicians would perform later in the day.

Nick said a quick thank you to the universe when it appeared the weather would be clear. Nothing would ruin the event like rain. He knew even his own friends would probably decide to sit in the pub instead of attending if it was raining, their desire to support Nick notwithstanding. Nick briefly giggled imagining how much Charlie would moan if his curls got wet.

Nick was in the middle of helping The Bell Inn’s owner set up his pop-up bar with Otis and Bates when the rugby fangirls arrived, insisting on cheerleading as the three of them worked. Nick rolled his eyes when Otis took his t-shirt off, as if being topless would make it easier to lug the kegs of beer. Easier on the eye, maybe. He noticed Jane was not amongst them. Perhaps she had better things to do today with Frank? He giggled again at the thought of her and Frank locking lips against the bar. He certainly hadn’t predicted that!

Out of the corner of his eye he spotted Charlie across the park, arriving with the rest of the LGBT+ Soc members to set up for their day at the picnic. They were all wearing dark glasses and looking a little worse for wear. He was obviously the only one of his friends who had gone home at a decent hour the night before. He made a mental note to grab a couple of energy drinks from the bar - it looked like they would be needed. He waited for a few moments to see if Charlie would spot him and wave hello, but disappointingly he didn’t look over in Nick’s direction. Reluctantly, he had to start working again, deciding to task the rugby fangirls with stacking glasses. If they insisted on hovering around, they might as well be helping them finish the job faster.

When Nick finally got a break from his volunteering duties, he made his way over to the place where his friends had set up their picnic. He had barely said hello to anyone when it became apparent the vibe between his friends was off . Not only were they clearly all hungover, but there was a general air of dissatisfaction lingering over everyone, and nobody looked like they were having a good time.

It was unclear if Ben and August had perceived how unwelcome their presence was, but they were talking so loudly they were making everyone uncomfortable. August was engaged in a running commentary about what brand (or lack of) clothes people in the crowd were wearing, judging the quality of the snacks people had bought, and, in general, handing out life advice that was neither asked for nor desired. It seemed he had an opinion on everything. He knew exactly what should be screened at Tao’s next movie night, the correct amount of lace Elle should use on her current fashion project. He even had an opinion on the way the lads had set up the picnic, offering numerous suggestions for how to improve the event next year. He was extremely tedious to listen to.

Charlie and James were especially tense and crotchety and seemed to have drunk a whole bottle of champagne between them already, no doubt to make sharing a space with Ben more bearable. They both sat moping like grumpy teenagers. Nick couldn't believe how sulky and sullen the pair looked! He offered them the energy drinks he had brought and tried to engage them in conversation, but only James seemed to perk up a bit at this. Charlie continued to give one-word responses, his mouth set in a permanent pout. Even Isaac was reading with his back to the rest of the group, which was rare for him.

It didn’t help that Nick was continually called on to do jobs around the picnic, which kept interrupting his opportunities to spend quality time with his friends. It was hard to believe that this was the same group of people who had spent such a joyous evening together the night before. 

In an attempt to lighten the mood, Elle suggested Sai could read his Austen scene. Sai looked embarrassed, and tried to put her off, saying he hadn’t printed it off his phone. Nick could not help but notice Sai’s eyes flick to a grumpy James, before adding that he wasn’t sure he had someone to read with anyway. Not picking up on how resistant he seemed, Darcy immediately offered to read with him, sliding over to sit next to him and making grabby hands for his phone. Sai reluctantly located the document and passed it to her. Nick recognised the passage as soon as they started reading.

“ Oh Jane, had we been less secret, had we told what we knew of him, this could not have happened! If only Mr Wickham’s poor character was more well known, we would not be suffering so acutely.”

“Perhaps it would have been better,” replied her sister. “But to expose the faults of any person, before knowing their feelings seemed unjustifiable. Every effort was made to discover his character prior to the event. We acted with the best of intentions. How could we be at fault for thinking one with such a pleasant face must also have a pleasant heart?”

“Perhaps we were just thinking him so amiable that we failed to see how much potential he had to hurt our beloved friends and relations,” Elizabeth added. “Perhaps we did not anticipate how selfish and shallow he was!”  

Nick saw Charlie wriggle uncomfortably on the picnic blanket when Sai glanced up from his phone and gave Charlie a pointed look. It was hard not to interpret Sai’s scene as anything but a concealed dig at the way James had rejected him for Ben, and even worse, it appeared as if he was aware of Charlie’s role in the affair.

“Is that all?” Darcy asked.

“Yep.” Sai replied glumly.

“It’s not very queer, is it?” Darcy commented drolly, making things even more awkward.

Sai shrugged his shoulders and pocketed his phone.

There was some half-hearted clapping for Sai’s piece, which dried up very quickly. Charlie, who was no doubt keen to move past the reminder of his own misguided behaviour, opened another bottle of bubbles and stood up to start offering it around. When he came over to fill Nick’s glass, Nick took the opportunity to ask him about their own collaboration.   

“Do you want to come around to mine tomorrow morning to write our scene?” he asked Charlie. “I think it’s probably easier to discuss it there than in the middle of the picnic.”

“Sure,” Charlie replied with a smile. “I can’t wait to hear your idea! Am I allowed to have a hint? Can’t you at least tell me which book it’s from?” It was the first time he had seen a cheerful look on Charlie’s face all day.

“Nope! No hints!” he giggled, delighted to see Charlie’s adorable nose crinkle with consternation. “You’ll just have to wait and see!”

Barely five minutes later, Tara and Darcy made themselves scarce and everyone else was doing their best to angle themselves away from August and Ben, instead engaging in quiet conversations on their own. Unfortunately, neither Ben nor August took that as a hint, and both scoffed loudly when they overheard Charlie suggest they should play a word game.

Ben immediately ridiculed the suggestion of a game, declaring, “Well, I have nothing to say that can entertain you , Charlie. Those of us in relationships have much better things to do than to play stupid games. Why don’t we go and sample the craft beers, August?”

Their departure drew a collective sigh of relief from those remaining and in unspoken agreement, everybody moved back into positions on the picnic blanket that were more conducive to enjoying each other’s company.

Glancing up, Nick caught the eye of Bates, who was hovering around nearby, seeming like he wanted to join them. At the end of last term Bates had sought Nick out and told him he was having a proper gay crisis. Nick, who could still remember what that felt like, had helped him through it, and given him encouragement as he came out to Sai, Christian and Otis. Bates declared he wasn’t yet ready to tell the whole team, but he did want to start to connect more with other queer people and maybe even explore his sexuality a little. Nick had suggested hanging out with his friends from the LGBT+ Soc at the picnic might be a good place to start, assuring him they would be a safe group to come out to.

Seeing him here today, when Bates had originally declared he would be far too nervous to take such a big step in a public place, had obviously required a lot of bravery.

To help encourage Bates to close the distance, Nick got up to say hello. Trying not to make a big deal of it, he threw an arm around Bates’ shoulder and led him to the group, giving him a quick squeeze for confidence.

“Hey everyone, this is Bates, one of my mates from the rugby team!” he said by way of introduction, indicating Bates should take the space that had been vacated by Ben and August. The poor guy sat down a little awkwardly, looking like he was ready to bolt at any moment.

Nick felt for him, remembering a time in his life when he too had not felt ‘queer enough’ to be comfortable hanging out with a group like this one. He felt a bit emotional at the memory of a younger version of himself fresh faced from secondary school starting university as a bisexual man. It made him so proud to know he and his friends could support another queer person to live their best life. He saw Bates’ shoulders relax a little as Isaac struck up a conversation with him.

His joy, however, was short-lived as his own conversation with Elle was interrupted upon hearing Charlie comment loudly.

“Yes, rugby lad. We all know you’re Nick’s friend, so you must be a good ally !” Bitingly, he added, “And don’t worry… you aren’t going to be confused for a queer person in those joggers!” Charlie’s laughter sounded shallow and mean to Nick’s ears. Beside him he heard Elle draw in a short breath and Isaac furrowed his eyebrows. Tao, however, was laughing along at Charlie’s comment.

Bates immediately began muttering about having somewhere to be, that it was nice to meet them all, but he had to go.

When he stood to leave, Nick also got up and walked away from the picnic blanket with him.

“Are you okay, mate?” he asked, although it was clear from the look on Bates’ face that he wasn’t.

“Yep, I’m good,” Bates replied, refusing to meet Nick’s eyes.

“Hey listen, don’t worry about what Charlie said back there,” Nick said apologetically, “I think he might’ve had a bit too much to drink today, but honestly he’s a really nice person, and we’d all really love you to join us at the Soc.”

Bates gave Nick a forced smile.

“Yeah…maybe,” he added, unconvincingly, before telling Nick he would see him at the gym next week and walking away through the crowd.  

Nick watched him leave, feeling sad and disappointed that his friend’s brave act had been tarnished by a thoughtless comment. He just hoped Bates hadn’t been completely discouraged, or even worse, that he thought Nick had been lying about all the support he would receive from the LGBT+ Soc.

Sighing, he turned around and went back to the picnic blanket, prepared to tell Charlie he’d crossed the line with Bates. When he arrived, however, he found that the person he wanted to talk to was no longer sitting there.

“Where’s Charlie?” he asked James, who was chatting with Isaac.

“He just left a few minutes ago,” James replied, “said he wanted to head home early. He’s taking the bus.”

Without responding, Nick headed in the direction of the bus stop. He needed to catch Charlie.

Thankfully, Charlie had not got far, and Nick could see him a little way ahead. He really wanted to speak to him before he left.

“Charlie!” he called out, watching the head of black curls stop and look back through the crowd. He held up a hand to wave, and Charlie did his usual dorky little wave back, waiting for Nick to catch him up.

“Hi!” he said, when he reached him, puffing slightly, having just rushed through the crowd.

“Hi,” Charlie replied, his cheeks a little rosy from the alcohol. “What’s up?”

“I just wanted to talk to you about something,” Nick told him. “Can I walk you to the bus stop?”

“Sure,” Charlie replied, although Nick could see a look of hesitation flicker over his face. “Is it about our scene?”

They began walking together. Charlie was silent, clearly waiting for Nick to say whatever it was he had stopped him for. Nick felt a moment of panic clench at his stomach walls. He felt like he had gone and made too much of the moment now, and that this would turn into something bigger than it needed to be. But he had already started and he had to say something before things became even more awkward.

“No Char, it's not about the scene. I just wanted to talk to you about what happened with Bates just now. It’s not like you to say something like that.”

Charlie’s face snapped to the side to look at Nick. His eyes had opened wide and he had an unreadable expression on his face, but he did not say anything, so Nick continued.

“How could you be so unfeeling, Char? You were so dismissive of him.”

Charlie’s face blushed, but he seemed to want to brush it off as a joke.

“He wouldn’t have taken it to heart, Nick. I was just taking the piss. He probably didn’t even get the joke about the joggers!” Charlie gave a small laugh, but he was looking down now, his face hidden from Nick.

“I can assure you he did,” Nick replied, his voice sounding a little sterner than he intended. “And if he were some confident, gay man, I would be right there teasing him with you. But he isn’t, Charlie. He isn’t like you: able to walk down the street with eyeliner and a crop top not giving a fuck what anyone else thinks. You’ve known you were gay since you were young, and you had the support of family and friends to help you through all the shitty homophobic times. Bates came to hang out with us today because he has been struggling with his sexuality alone. He’s from a tiny village in Wales, and his parents are very religious. He’d never met a single, out queer person until he came to Bath, and his family and church community have always been openly critical of queer people. And on top of all that, he plays rugby! You know what rugby lads are like, Char. Imagine growing up being exposed to those twats every day while you are questioning your sexuality and frightened of how your life will change.”

Charlie’s eyes flickered momentarily to look at Nick, but he quickly looked away again. Nick took a deep breath. He knew Charlie was listening, but it was imperative Charlie really understood the weight of his flippant comment.

“The rugby team at Bath is pretty inclusive and no one would dare to make homophobic comments out loud in my presence, but I work really hard to make that happen, Charlie. All the lads arrive from secondary school teams having grown up with homophobic banter and a culture of cutting remarks disguised as humour. He joined the team as a straight man with no friends at Bath. Now, he wants to be brave enough to come out and explore that side of himself, and he’s fucking terrified. I finally convinced him to come and meet some queer people from the Soc to show him that he would have support here, and yet instead he only got snarky judgemental comments from you. He deserves your compassion, not your judgement. You are such a popular person in the Soc and around campus, and other people would be guided by your treatment of him. It was badly done, Char.”

Charlie had been walking with his eyes down, looking at his feet the whole time Nick had been talking. Nick could see that his face and neck were flushed red, probably in anger. Nick was possibly destroying one of the best things in his life right now, but he felt so strongly about what had happened that he couldn’t keep quiet about it.

He wished Charlie would yell or apologise or say something… anything. The silence was unbearable. He despised not knowing what Charlie was thinking. He couldn’t remember a single time in their long friendship that they had quarrelled like this, and he hated it.

He looked down the street and saw the bus approaching. He had to try one last chance to salvage the afternoon and convince his best friend not to hate him for calling him out.

“This is really not pleasant for me to have to say, Charlie, but I need to be honest with you. It’s the least I can do as your friend. I hope that you would do the same for me if our positions were reversed. Even though I’ve been out for a long time, I still have to fight against people’s stereotypes every single day, and it’s exhausting, knowing people are looking at you and the only thing they see is a dumb, straight, rugby lad.”

The bus pulled up beside them and Charlie still hadn’t said a word or looked at him. The doors opened. Without saying goodbye, Charlie boarded. The doors hissed as they closed behind him, the bus pulling away with Charlie still standing in the stairwell.

Nick felt incredibly sad, like he had lost a part of himself. Without looking back at the bus and his favourite person leaving, he turned around slowly and walked back to the picnic.

CHARLIE

The sound of the doors hissing as they closed behind him broke Charlie out of his stupor. Realising that Nick had probably misinterpreted the reason why he had kept his face averted and said nothing sent him into a panic. In truth, Charlie had been absolutely mortified at his own behaviour and so embarrassed, that he could not bear to face the disappointed look he knew would be on Nick’s face.

Why had he been such a brat today? 

He wanted to blame Ben and August for making everyone grumpy, but he knew that was disingenuous. The stress of the James and Ben disaster had been getting to him all week, but the reality was that he’d felt a bad mood settle over him ever since seeing the rugby team setting up the bar that morning. Nick looking right at home surrounded by all that bro energy and the female fan squad had made him despondent. He’d barely had a chance all morning to say more than two words to Nick himself, and he felt like a kid in the school yard watching everyone else play with one of his treasured toys. He’d been drinking all day in an attempt to swallow those childish feelings down, and he was thoroughly disappointed in himself that the only thing he actually managed to achieve was being miserable and drunk.

Even worse, he knew that in saying nothing to acknowledge his error, he had probably given Nick the impression that he didn’t care about anything he had been saying. He hadn’t even said ‘good bye’ for fuck’s sake.

Nick probably thought he was sulking like a fucking toddler at being told off, when the reality was so very different. Charlie abhorred people who made assumptions about him based on the way he looked, and yet here he was doing exactly the same thing. How had he let his hatred of those rugby players that had bullied him back in high school make him so prejudiced against everyone? Had he been so blinded by his past experiences that he now suspected homophobia even where there was none? 

He quickly moved to a seat with a window in the hope of catching Nick’s eye. Hopefully they could at least wave at each other and not have to part like this, but he was too late. Nick had already turned away from him and started walking back towards the picnic, and the bus was speeding Charlie away from his favourite person.

Never had he felt so agitated and ashamed.

The truth of what Nick had said to him could not be denied. He felt it like a physical pain in his chest. How could he have been so brutal, so unfeeling to Bates? He hadn’t intended to, but he had behaved like a right twat, and he absolutely should have known better. Charlie knew how much careless words and stereotypes could hurt people, even when they weren’t cruelly meant, and the thought that he had disappointed Nick weighed on him just as heavily as the knowledge he had hurt Bates’ feelings.

Memories of his past interactions with Bates flashed through his mind, and Charlie was forced to confront the fact that all those looks he had interpreted as homophobic and disrespectful, could just as easily have been looks of curiosity or confusion. And now Charlie had made the poor guy feel like shit just when he was brave enough to take a step towards embracing his sexuality.

Charlie desperately wished he had been able to tell Nick that he realised how wrong he had been. Lovely, sweet Nick, who was probably currently thinking that Charlie was not the friend he had previously thought he was and deciding he never wanted to speak to him again.

The thought that he might’ve lost Nick’s friendship was incredibly painful. He couldn’t bear knowing that Nick thought poorly of him.

He pulled out his phone to send Nick a message, typing and deleting a series of responses that might express his regret at how they had parted. Nothing he wrote sounded sincere enough to explain his feelings.  In the end, he simply typed ‘Sorry ❤️’ and pressed send. He turned off his phone and put it back in his pocket.

As the bus drove on, Charlie felt tears running down his cheeks. He didn’t bother to hide them, just tipped his head against the window and let himself feel the depths of his sorrow. When he eventually reached his flat, he walked straight to his room and curled up on his bed, clutching Kitty tightly. He could feel a headache starting from the alcohol he had consumed and knew that he really should drink some water. He felt too miserable to get off the bed.

Charlie could not help but reflect on the events of the picnic and be wholly dissatisfied with the day. 

As he lay in bed, he quietly determined that he would seek Bates out to apologise. He vowed to show him some kindness and be a welcoming, friendly face for him around campus. He needed to make it up to Nick too, to tell him that he would do better.

He must’ve dozed off, because the bell to his front door startled him awake. His first thought was of Nick. Had Nick come over to demand all his hoodies back and tell him they could not be friends anymore? He leapt out of bed in the hope it was Nick so that he could try to make it right, but to his surprise, it was James’ face he discovered when he threw the door open.

“Hi! Oh shit, did I wake you up?” James asked apologetically after taking in Charlie’s dishevelled appearance.

“No, no you didn’t,” Charlie replied, stepping back to let his friend in. If James was curious about why Charlie looked so miserable, he kept it to himself.

“I’ve been trying to message you since you left,” James continued. “Is there something wrong with your phone? I wanted to talk to you about something, and I thought it would be better to talk in person.”

Crap. That sounded ominous. Had he somehow managed to fuck up something else today? Charlie really did not want to get into any more drama. He just wanted to go to bed and forget about everything bad this day had delivered so far.

James was looking at him expectantly though, clearly needing to get something off his chest.

“Yeah sorry, my phone has been off. What did you want to talk about?” he asked, clearing a few books off the sofa and offering James a seat.

He moved the bean bag and sat down in a position that faced James, perplexed about what he might be about to hear. He was entirely unprepared for what James said next.

“I wanted to ask your advice about asking someone from the Soc out,” James began, “I thought you would be the best person to ask since you know them so well.”

Dumbfounded, Charlie quickly began to cycle through all his friends in the Soc, a sinking feeling beginning to form in his belly.

James, interpreting his silence as a request for more information, prattled on. “Surely, this can’t be a surprise to you Charlie! After the way he rescued me the other night. Honestly, I’ve never had someone do something like that for me before.”

Charlie’s throat started to constrict slightly. Rescued him? Was he talking about when Frank read the Austen scene with him at the Edge after Ben abandoned him? It wasn’t as if Charlie knew Frank well though. Who else had rescued James recently? He must be thinking of…oh god…not... Was James thinking of…?

“J-James…” he stuttered, “is it… Nick , you are talking about?”

“Of course! Who else could it be?” James laughed, insensible to the impact this information was having on Charlie. “The way he came and asked me to sing when Ben was being an arsehole, and you know he never usually sings, right? It was such a sweet thing to do, and it made me realise what a really nice guy he is. I deserve someone nice like that in my life after all that mess with Ben…”

Eventually James must’ve realised that Charlie was not saying anything, because he stopped talking and stared for a few moments.

“Charlie??” he asked.

“Do you suspect that Nick likes you back?” Charlie asked quietly, his voice cracking. James’ response to this question was incredibly important to him, and he knew that whatever James said next might change his future forever.

“Yes!” James replied cheerily. “Ever since we sang together that night, he has been acting a bit flirtier with me. He smiles at me more than ever. Even just today when he saw I was struggling with the heavy picnic basket, he came over and carried it for me. There’s been a few other things he’s said, too... Charlie?? What do you think?”

Charlie felt sick. What James was interpreting as flirting seemed like every day Nick Nelson generosity to him, but what if he was wrong? He’d been so wrong about Ben, had he been just as oblivious about Nick? Charlie knew Nick liked James, he’d mentioned how funny and sweet he was after the whole Ben debacle. Had Charlie missed something, though? Was there more to the two of them that he hadn’t picked up on?

It was not just the possibility that Nick liked James that was creating a dull pain in his head though. He saw it all now – with a clearness he had never had before.

The realisation hit him like a punch to the stomach.

The only person Nick should be with was him .

How blind he had been! He was in love with Nick. Nick was so much more than his good friend and favourite person. When he pictured his future, the only man he imagined sharing it with was Nick. There was no one else who could suit him so perfectly or make him truly happy.

He loved Nick. 

Glancing at James, who was still waiting expectantly for Charlie’s response, he felt another wave of dread. What could he say to James, who was waiting so earnestly for Charlie’s feedback? He knew it would take all of his resolve to respond without regard for the sudden cacophony of feelings he had developed immediately after hearing James talk about Nick. He wanted to scream “NO!” and tell James to forget Nick, but James had done nothing wrong, and his friend deserved better.

“James,” he said quietly, “all I can tell you is that Nick Nelson is the last man in the world who would ever intentionally lead someone on.” It was an honest response. Honest, but full of concealment. Charlie could not bring himself to say more, but judging from the delighted smile on his face, Charlie’s statement appeared to be all the encouragement James needed.

At that moment James’s phone pinged, and he looked briefly at his screen.

“Shit, I’ve got to go! One of my flatmates has just got back into town, and I told him I’d be there to help him with his bags,” he said hurriedly, jumping up from his chair. “Thanks Charlie! You’re the best!” He grinned, giving Charlie a quick hug as he went out the door.

Shutting the door behind James, Charlie was struck by the weight of his own self-deception and blindness that had previously kept his true feelings for Nick hidden from view. He returned to his bed in a wretched state, determined, finally, to know his own heart more clearly.

Chapter Text

CHARLIE

Waking the next morning, Charlie lay in bed staring at the flickering patterns of morning light on the ceiling. Still groggy from his restless night of broken sleep, featuring fitful thoughts of James and Nick together, the turmoil came rushing back with consciousness. Bates’ sad face reappeared too, and even Ben’s smarmy countenance invaded his peace.

Somewhere around 3am, Charlie realised he had to put his worry about a potential relationship between James and Nick to one side and instead resolved to fix the mess with Bates. He was determined to trek to the Sports Training Village the next time Nick mentioned rugby conditioning in order to see Bates and apologise. But first, and most importantly, he needed to see Nick. Knowing Nick was in the world and thinking ill of him was too much to bear. 

Dressing quickly with the intention of grabbing breakfast for both of them on the way, Charlie walked so fast to the café that he was practically running, propelled by a nervous trepidation that had lodged itself in his body and demanded he hurry. 

Serendipitously, one of the men he had been thinking about was also headed to the café. While he was waiting for his order, he spotted Bates through the window. As Bates opened the café door and walked inside, Charlie was hit with another flush of guilt as he saw the man falter upon catching his eye. Bates seemed to be considering turning around and leaving.

“Bates,” he called out, “can we have a chat for a minute?”

Bates was clearly of two minds, and Charlie couldn’t blame him. He knew he would have to work hard to gain the man’s trust. Bates had crossed his arms in front of his chest, in what Charlie could now see was a protective stance, rather than a judgmental one. He really had been a blind idiot about things this week.

“Um… sure,” Bates replied cautiously, as if he was waiting for Charlie to harass him again.

Thankful to be given a chance to make amends, Charlie stepped closer.

“Bates, I really want to apologise for yesterday. I was a right twat to you, and I honestly have no excuse. I let someone else get to me, and I’d been drinking. And, well… shit…” Charlie dropped his eyes, his fingers nervously pulling at the hem of his t-shirt. “I know that doesn’t give me a reason to take it out on anyone else. I’m sorry I was thoughtless and unwelcoming to you. I should’ve known better, and I’m just… I’m just really sorry.”

Bates appeared to have no reply to his apologetic word vomit and was simply staring at him apprehensively. Knowing Bates wanted to come out to the other Soc members and join in with some of their events, Charlie wanted to tread carefully with the next bit.

“You know I’d love you to hang out with us again sometime, in fact, everyone in the Soc would. You’d be more than welcome to join any time. I promise we are usually much better company than we were yesterday!” Charlie said with a smile, but then added more solemnly, “I hope you can forgive me for what I said, I’ve been feeling shitty about it ever since.”

Bates stared at him silently for a few more seconds, clearly weighing up his response.

They were interrupted by the barista calling, “Order for Charlie!”

Charlie turned and picked up his breakfast order, giving Bates a small smile before heading to the door. He knew he couldn’t force it; he had shaken the man’s confidence, and it would probably take a while before he would find his courage again.

“Charlie!” he heard Bates say quietly, just as he was about to exit. He turned and looked back, noticing that Bates had dropped his arms to a more relaxed pose. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

Charlie offered a nod in reply and gave Bates a smile before leaving. It had only been his first gesture, but he hoped it might go some way to repairing the damage he had done.

With a lighter heart, he continued walking to Nick’s flat, happy that one relationship was on the way to repair. His happiness quickly turned to uneasiness as he remembered that his most important relationship still lay in tatters. 

Charlie felt his heart hammering in his chest. He’d never been nervous approaching Nick’s door before. Trembling, he knocked. Charlie wasn't sure if Nick even wanted to work with him on the scene anymore. He’d only sent a hug emoji in reaction to Charlie’s message of ‘sorry’. Seconds felt like hours… days even, while he waited at Nick’s door. What if Nick didn’t answer? What if Nick answered but told him to go away? What if Nick told him to go away and never come back because he never wanted to see him again? 

The elation Charlie experienced after beginning to mend things with Bates dissipated as he waited. The lightness was replaced with lead – his heart heavy. 

Then, Charlie heard movement. Steps… lock… latch. The creak of the door. Nick standing there with a tentative smile.     

“Hi.” Nick tried to look relaxed in his joggers and t-shirt, but Charlie could detect the tension in Nick’s body.  

“Hi,” Charlie exhaled, not realising he’d been holding his breath. “I brought breakfast.” He could hear the slight quiver in his own voice and internally chastised himself. “Just coffee and almond croissants… nothing much… not like on your birthday… sorr–” he rambled. 

“Char,” Nick cut him off. “Don’t say it.” 

“I need to say it.” 

“Not for bringing me breakfast though.” Nick gripped Charlie’s arm to pull him across the threshold, closing the door on the outside world. 

“I’m so sorry,” Charlie blurted out a moment later. He moved closer to Nick. Dropping his eyes, he took a deep breath. “I didn’t think properly about what I was saying and it was a stupid thing to say and… and I know you probably don’t want to talk to me ever again…” 

“Umm… Charlie–” Nick stepped closer. 

Charlie felt Nick close the distance, but he kept his eyes down. “Which is fair enough… I’d completely understand… but I had to at least say sorry…”

“Charlie…” 

“A-and see if maybe there’s a chance we can still be friends… I don’t want to lose you because I did something stupid…” 

“Char…” Nick gripped Charlie’s biceps.

Charlie finally looked up. “You’re p-probably the best friend I’ve ever had…” A tear rolled down one cheek.

“Come here.” Nick pulled Charlie against him. “Bates messaged me right before you got here,” Nick said, and Charlie could feel Nick’s warm breath on his neck. “I knew you’d do the right thing.” Nick tightened his arms around Charlie.

Charlie’s tears fell as relief flooded his body. Nick held him, whispering soothing words and stroking his back. After a minute, he let himself be led to the sofa by Nick, who wrapped his arms around Charlie again after they sat. Charlie mumbled, “I really am an idiot. I don’t know what came over me yesterday.” 

“It’s okay, Char. Everyone makes mistakes, sometimes,” Nick replied. “Besides, Bates said you were extra kind to him, so he’s feeling really positive about trying to join in again. What did you say to him?” 

“Oh… umm…” Charlie looked up, wiping his cheeks. “I just apologised. I told him I’d drunk too much, but it wasn’t an excuse… and I invited him to hang out with the Soc again sometime.” 

Nick hesitated, then let himself wipe away a tear that fell onto Charlie’s cheek from his lashes. “Thank you, Char. Thank you for making it right with Bates.”

“Of course,” Charlie replied, glancing up to meet Nick’s eyes. “A-and you’re still willing to be my friend?” 

NICK

Nick stared into Charlie’s eyes, made all the more striking by his recent tears because they were framed by his dark, wet lashes. He’d wiped away a tear, but he wanted to reach up and caress Charlie’s cheek. He wanted to answer “No, I can’t be just your friend”, but he stopped himself. 

He wanted more than friendship. He’d known it for a while, but the restless night he’d had made it crystal clear. He’d tossed and turned all night, worrying that he’d lost Charlie forever and feeling the pain of those dark thoughts. Not having Charlie in his life was something he didn’t think he could bear. He knew Charlie had made a mistake, and he knew Charlie would fix things with Bates. Nick believed in him, believed in Charlie’s goodness. Why did he have to go off on Charlie like that? What gave him the right? Nick’s regrets tormented him.    

“Yes, Char,” he said, just above a whisper, his voice thick, like it hadn't been used in a long time. Instead of saying what he was really feeling though, in a more jovial tone, Nick cowardly added, “Was that not already established with all the hugs this morning?” Nick’s sideways smile appeared, although somewhat forlornly.

With a smile wider than Nick had yet seen since he arrived, Charlie answered, “I guess.” He looked down shyly, but perked up a moment later to ask, “So… what scene have you picked for us? We’ve only got today to finish it.” 

“Ugh,” Nick groaned. “Where has all the time gone?” 

“We wasted a whole week.” Charlie laughed and waited expectantly for Nick to answer. 

Nick cleared his throat, readying himself to get serious about their task. “You know that I originally wanted to do something from Northanger Abbey because a lot of it is set in Bath and because Henry Tilney is an absolute nerd, and I love that about him. But then I thought… since we’re friends… we should do something from a book where the main characters are friends too.” Charlie nodded along as Nick explained. “Then, Emma and Knightley popped into my head.” 

Charlie’s brows drew together as Nick spoke. “Good idea,” he said when Nick paused. “They had been close friends since, like, forever. What scene are you thinking of adapting?” 

“I-I was thinking…” Nick’s volume dropped to just above a whisper as he tentatively replied, “The scene towards the end when Knightley finds Emma walking in the garden.” 

“Y-you mean the love confession scene?” Charlie’s eyes widened, and he stared at Nick. 

“Yeah,” Nick said breathily. He dropped his head, looking back up at Charlie through his lashes. He read the look on Charlie’s face as apprehension, and worriedly added, “It’s alright if you don’t want to do that one. I just thought… they were friends, we’re friends. Sorry. It’s a stupid idea.” 

“No, no…” Charlie laid his hand on top of Nick’s. “It’s not a stupid idea. Let’s do it!” Charlie said decisively. He smirked playfully, “We’ve got to write something at this point – anything – or we risk the wrath of Darcy!” 

“Okay.” Nick grimaced exaggeratedly, making Charlie chuckle. Melting at Charlie’s soft laugh, he smiled and added, “Now that that’s settled, let’s take these cold coffees and croissants to the kitchen and warm them. We’ll get to work after we eat.” 

Breakfast took longer than it should have. Nick felt lighter than he had at any point during the last twenty-four hours, and he thought Charlie maybe felt the same too. While they ate, they were both able to laugh about some of the events from the day before. Long after their croissants and coffees were finished, they still sat at Nick’s small table sharing stories back and forth. Charlie filled Nick in on some of the ridiculous things August and Ben said that he’d missed, and Nick told Charlie about stuff that happened after he left. Nick treaded carefully though, not bringing up the circumstances related to Charlie leaving, but he didn’t hold back on the gossip he’d heard and the shenanigans he’d witnessed. 

Because Charlie had arrived later in the morning, it was almost noon before they actually got settled again on Nick’s sofa to write their scene. Nick grabbed his laptop from his bedroom, and Charlie pulled his laptop out of his backpack. They opened a shared document, and, sitting side-by-side, positioned their fingers above their keyboards. 

“Wait.” Charlie turned to Nick, raising an eyebrow. “Who’s the Emma character? Am I supposed to be the girl?” Teasingly, he gave Nick a menacing glare, then sighed dramatically and rolled his eyes. “I guess I have acted a bit like her lately.” He narrowed his eyes at Nick. “Did my recent failure at match-making inspire you?” 

Nick giggled. “No, but now that you mention it…” He smirked at Charlie.

Charlie scoffed and swatted Nick’s arm. “Ruuude!” 

“Hey!” Nick flinched dramatically, rubbing his arm where Charlie had tapped him. “Now you sound like Tao.”

They both laughed, their mutual gaze lingering for a few extra beats, making Nick’s stomach swoop. His smile fell slightly when Charlie looked away, and down at his laptop.

Charlie stretched his arms out in front of him with his fingers interlaced and palms out, readying himself to write. “Okay.” Charlie cleared his throat and smiled at Nick. “Enough of that. We need to get busy.” He stared out the window for a few seconds, then said, “They meet outside, and Knightley has just returned from London, I think. How do they start?” Charlie turned to Nick.

“Oh… well…” Nick looked at the blank document on his screen, his eyes darting sideways towards Charlie and back. “Knightley is worried because he thinks Emma loves someone else, but he’s hopeful that maybe someday she’ll love him back. Even though they were apart, he couldn’t stop thinking about her all nigh– umm, I mean… the whole time.”

Nick observed the sad expression that washed over Charlie’s features and worried that he’d said too much. It cleared seconds later though, and Charlie remarked, “And Emma’s worried that she fucked everything up by acting like a twat.” Charlie stuck out his bottom lip, and Nick noted the look of contrition that swept over his features. “And she’s worried that maybe Knightley loves someone else too – Harriet. Emma was stupid and didn’t know her own heart in time. And some perky upstart got there before him… err… her.” 

Turning to look confusedly at Charlie, Nick vehemently replied, “But he doesn’t! I-I mean, Knightley didn’t love anyone but Emma.” Oh my god, I’m fucking this up. Nick stared longingly at Charlie.           

“Oh… yeah. That’s right.” Blushing, Charlie turned back to his screen, unable to suppress a smile. “And Emma didn’t either. Even if she sometimes let guys flirt with her, they could never compare to Knightley. He was her idea of perfection, and none of them could ever measure up.” Charlie glanced shyly at Nick, and Nick felt his heart swelling in his chest.  

Softly, just above a whisper, Nick said, “But Knightley was wrong sometimes. Too harsh. Scolding her, I mean.” 

Charlie scoffed and, with a soft, deprecating smile, said, “She deserved it.” He kept his eyes on Nick, not turning away. 

“But her willfulness was part of her charm.” Nick lost himself in the blue of Charlie’s eyes and, with barely any consciousness of them forming, found the words escaping his lips: “He couldn’t stop himself from wanting her. He couldn’t resist.” 

“Well, she loved the attention he lavished on her – even when it came with a well-earned lecture.” Charlie dropped his eyes again, bashfully, and Nick fought the urge to whine at the loss of Charlie’s gaze. 

He reached out and tentatively laid a hand on Charlie’s arm to get him to look up. “But they were friends, and their friendship was the foundation of their love.”

“Yeah.” Charlie wet his lips and took a deep, sighing breath. “Friends who were actually everything to each other,” he added, his voice trembling. 

“Are we still talking about Jane Austen’s book?” Nick asked nervously. He stroked Charlie’s arm where his hand still rested. “We’re not Emma and Knightley.” 

“No, we’re not.” Charlie shook his head slightly as he spoke. 

“We’re Nick and Charlie.” Nick paused for a long moment. When Charlie didn’t speak, he said, “Will you not ask me?” He searched Charlie’s face, noting something like confusion cross it. “You’re determined to have no curiosity?” He’d already gone too far. For better or worse, Nick had to know. 

“I-I…” Charlie seemed to be summoning courage. “As your friend… I will. H-how does Nick feel about Charlie?” 

“As my friend ?” Nick felt his heart drop into his stomach. Had he read it all wrong? He’d had a glimmer of hope, but… In an instant he decided. “Fuck it!” He closed his laptop and set it aside. He picked up Charlie’s hand. Speaking reverently, he asked, “My dearest Charlie… don’t you already know?” He waited, but Charlie just stared at him with wide eyes. “Say something, please,” he begged after several seconds. “I know I’ve been too much sometimes. You must understand my feelings… don’t you? Can you return them?” He looked pleadingly at Charlie. “Please say something. I can take it. Do I have a chance or not?” 

Charlie blinked, seemingly shaking himself out of his stupor. His smile grew wide, and he flung his laptop towards the end of the sofa. “You idiot!” Charlie climbed into Nick’s lap, straddling his thighs, facing him. He cradled Nick's face in his hands and gazed into surprised brown eyes. “Is this okay?” he asked, and Nick nodded enthusiastically, closing his eyes and leaning forward to meet Charlie’s lips. Their lips brushed together gently, and Nick brought his hands up to Charlie’s back to pull him closer. 

After a moment that felt like it encapsulated all of space and time, Charlie finally pulled back, catching his breath and smiling at Nick, who looked back at him, dazed. Charlie started to ask, “How long have you…” 

Nick interrupted, the awe on his face being replaced with a look of absolute bliss. “Loved you?” he finished, drawing a look of shocked pleasure from Charlie. “Hmm…” he thought, “it’s too long ago now. I was in the middle before I knew–”

Grinning, Charlie put a finger over Nick’s lips. “Shhh…” he shook his head, “wrong book.”

They both giggled, and Charlie replaced his finger with his lips for another kiss. Nick’s hands slid lower, down to Charlie’s hips, and he pulled him even closer. Nick deepened the kiss, tasting the man he’d hungered for for so long, even if it took him a while to admit his desire. 

Charlie’s mouth explored Nick too. Moving from his lips to along his jaw and down onto his neck. As Charlie lavished warm, wet kisses under his ear, Nick rasped out, “I love you, Charlie Spring!” 

Charlie drew back, staring down at him with darkened eyes. And from his full, kiss-swollen lips, he uttered, “I love you too, Nick Nelson!” 

With Charlie’s admission, Nick couldn’t contain himself. He scooped Charlie up and laid him on the sofa in one move. Charlie squeaked, then moaned as Nick climbed on top of him, being careful not to crush him with his weight as he kissed down Charlie’s throat and onto the bit of collarbone just peeking out from the neckline of his t-shirt. 

After several minutes of making out, Charlie breathlessly commented, “If we were Emma and Knightley and this were The Regency, we’d have to keep our love a secret.” 

Twirling a curl around his finger, Nick gazed at Charlie beneath him. “If this were a version of The Regency where our love was accepted, we’d probably be engaged now.” With glee in his eyes, Charlie’s mouth opened, but he couldn’t seem to form words. Nick thought it was the same look as the first time Charlie heard him speaking French. “What? Too soon?” he asked, laughing softly.

“One step at a time, Nelson.” Charlie giggled, then added, “But I’m not saying never.”

With that encouragement, Nick dived back down for another kiss. Nick allowed his hands to wander lower, pulling Charlie’s legs up to wrap around his hips. After another long, feverish kiss, Charlie wiggled out from under Nick and shimmied off the sofa.

“Where are you going?” Nick whined, sitting up. 

Charlie gave him a mischievous smile and reached a hand out, beckoning Nick. Taking Charlie’s hand, Nick stood, and Charlie pulled him towards the bedroom. With a smouldering look back over his shoulder, Charlie asked, “Ready for what comes next in our story?”

Chapter Text

Charlie didn’t have to open his eyes. He listened to the gentle patter of soft, slow rain striking slate overhead. He felt the weight of a large thigh anchoring him in place. He breathed in the warm, masculine scent of the skin and sheets surrounding him. His other senses couldn’t be wrong. He didn’t need to see to know that he was in the place where he belonged.

Only the dread of being awakened from the happiest dream could stir any other feeling than utter contentment. He snuggled closer, his cheek pressed against Nick’s bare shoulder. Charlie kissed Nick's neck, the skin so close to his lips. Nick tightened his arms around Charlie. He nuzzled his nose into Charlie’s curls and kissed his forehead.    

“Hi,” rumbled from Nick, his rough morning voice making Charlie melt.

“Hi,” Charlie whispered, tilting his head up slightly to place a kiss just under Nick’s jawline.

“It’s early,” Nick said between soft kisses on Charlie’s temple. “Should we go back to sleep?” 

“Yeah.” Charlie settled into the curve of Nick’s body and let the rhythmic rise and fall of Nick's chest lull him back to sleep. 

They’d have to get up for the Soc meeting eventually, but not for a few more hours. If they felt any qualms about showing up to the meeting unprepared, they were not powerful enough to ripple the surface of their current state of bliss. Instead of preparing for the meeting by writing their scene, they’d spent the previous afternoon in Nick’s bed, writing their queer scene on each other's skin and in each other’s soul – not on the page and not to share. 

Nick had talked Charlie into sleeping over too – easily undermining Charlie’s late-night-half-hearted arguments for why he should leave by presenting him with a spare toothbrush and one of his jumpers for the next day. A short-lived pang of worry hit Charlie, thinking about people’s reactions if he showed up to the meeting in Nick’s clothes. But he reckoned that it wouldn’t be the first time. Nick had a habit of offering Charlie his jumper when Charlie was cold, and Charlie had a habit of accepting them, usually waiting to return them only when they didn’t smell like Nick anymore. 

Fortunately for Charlie, Nick was of the same mind regarding preserving the secrecy of their newfound intimacy. Though they’d been close for a long time – as friends – everything felt new and precious and, for the time being, for them alone to hold and keep.    

Dear reader, can you not imagine what happened next? Let us inform you. 

Nick and Charlie sat through the LGBT+ Soc meeting that day with their emotions lurching between anxiety and elation.

Whenever they caught the other’s eye, they would blush with pleasure remembering the passionate evening they had shared the night before, each privately reliving the euphoric moment when they discovered that their desire for the other was reciprocated.

Unfortunately for Charlie, these fond remembrances were also frequently interrupted by the dreadful realisation that he must soon deliver the news to his friend James that Nick was not only not interested in him, but that he had pledged his love to Charlie instead. Despite knowing Nick had done nothing to encourage James’ crush on him, he worried James would suspect Charlie had turned Nick’s head away from him on purpose. He doubted their friendship was strong enough to withstand that. 

For Nick’s part, his anxious feelings were centred around what the news of his and Charlie’s relationship would do to the vibe of the Soc and whether or not the other members would be happy for them. Mostly, he feared Charlie would be embarrassed to be so openly happy in a relationship while his matchmaking efforts for James had come to nothing.

Whether because of their worries or because they suspected they were ill-equipped to contain their excitement, they both said very little the whole meeting.

Agreeing some subterfuge was required, they had both lied when asked about their Austen scene, claiming they could not agree on a scene to write and had run out of time.

Darcy shook her head and ‘tutted’ at them in exaggerated disappointment. To which, Charlie simply shrugged his shoulders, and Nick turned beet red with embarrassment. While this was accepted by the wider group, both men could not help but notice one set of raised eyebrows discerning their evasion. They knew they would not be able to keep the secret from Isaac for long. Especially since Charlie hadn’t come home the night before, and he was currently wearing Nick’s jumper.  

Fortunately, they were not called upon to explain themselves as a general consensus of the group agreed that Isaac’s scene – telling the story of asexual and aromantic Charlotte Lucas – would be the perfect choice to be developed into the performance for the festival. While Isaac was kept busy reading the full version of his scene and then leading discussions on the further adjustments that would be needed to perform it, he still made time to whisper into Charlie’s ear, “I expect to hear everything after this meeting!”

Upon hearing this, Charlie gripped Nick’s thigh under the table rather tightly, and poor Nick could not determine if he considered the prospect to be nerve-wracking or pleasing.

Despite trying to sneak out alone to avoid the interrogation, they were not quick enough to evade Isaac, Tao and Elle, who were exiting the meeting at the same time. The pointed looks they received from Isaac were sufficient to make Nick spill the beans within a few minutes. Charlie chastised him for folding so quickly, but Nick declared it was now simply impossible to walk beside Charlie and not hold his hand.

Their friends were overjoyed, and somewhat unsurprised, at the news. They warmly embraced the couple, using the whole bus journey back to town to ask questions about how they had got together. After disembarking, Nick returned to his own flat to do some laundry. Astute as ever, Isaac correctly assumed something was still making Charlie uneasy. Even though he did not know the whole story, Isaac had perceived, having been aware of the failed match-making scheme, that Charlie’s heart was divided. Despite his happiness at being Nick’s boyfriend, Charlie was still worried that his own joy must necessarily be accompanied by the heartbreak of his friend James.

After discussing the dilemma over a cup of tea together, they decided Charlie should tell James alone to allow him to vent his feelings in private, should they be sad, angry, or other. Unfortunately, the plan was promptly put on hold when Charlie received a text from James explaining that he had been unexpectedly called home to Reading. His sister was having emergency surgery to remove her wisdom teeth, and with both his parents on holiday in Australia, the care for the recovering patient had fallen to James.

Despite not being able to speak to him in person as planned, Charlie did not want James to find out about him and Nick via posts on socials or through the spread of gossip, so he reconciled himself to calling him instead. It was not an easy conversation for either of them. James said very little in response to the news, but Charlie fancied there was something of resentment in his tone. He could not blame his friend, for who could be without resentment under such circumstances?

With James temporarily removed from Bath, Nick and Charlie felt free of the last impediment holding them back from openly expressing their love, and the couple made the most of their time together before the busyness of the new school term started. For several glorious days, they basked in the glow of their new relationship. As a couple, they strolled around town, revisiting places they had been before but seeing everything in a new rosy light now that they were there together as boyfriends. They let the romanticism of their Austen project surround them. 

The pair ambled along the Royal Crescent, Nick whispering, “I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan,” into Charlie’s ear. The fact Nick had chosen to study in Bath a full year before even meeting him, did not dampen Charlie’s enthusiasm for his boyfriend’s emotional proclamation.

While passing him the popcorn as they took their seats for a film in the arty vintage surroundings of the Little Theatre, Charlie looked deep into Nick’s eyes and told him, “In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.” When his declaration was finished he added with a giggle, “Please don’t respond with canon – let’s conveniently ignore the fact that that glorious line comes right before Lizzie tells him to piss off!”

While browsing the packed shelves inside Mr B’s Emporium of Reading Delights, Nick picked up a small leather bound volume and gestured to the walls of books, starting the quote, “The person, be it gentleman or lady, who has not pleasure in a good novel…” Charlie, who had interrupted him by pressing a kiss onto his inviting lips, finished the line, “must be intolerably stupid.”

As happy as they were in their ‘ new relationship’ bubble, the time was coming when the news must spread further. Gradually, the rest of their friends in the LGBT+ Soc and the rugby team became aware they were dating, and the news was universally well received wherever it was heard. Based on how often they were seen together, many people had long since assumed that Nick and Charlie were already a couple. For the others, for whom the information was new, they quickly saw the advantages of the match. 

Naturally, Tara and Darcy had squealed loudly enough to assure the pair that they were thrilled with the new development. Amongst the rest of their general acquaintance, some thought Nick the most fortunate to have snapped up one of the most attractive men on campus. Others, namely the rugby fangirls, thought it was Charlie who was the lucky one to have won the affections of the rugby captain.

Overall, there was no serious objection raised, except amongst one couple.

Predictably, when Ben and August heard the report, they had both shown contempt for the new couple. Ben's thoughts were mainly in the direction of "hopefully Charlie’s pride would now be content" and supposed "he had always meant to catch Nick if he could." August professed to be concerned at the “sad business for poor Nelson! How could he fall for such a person?” It took all of ten minutes for him to finish remarking on how little Nelson appeared to be in love, and how much the presence of Charlie in his life would make all future interactions with Nelson tedious.

Thankfully none of these remarks reached the ears of Nick and Charlie, although even if they had, they were unlikely to impact the new lovers who cared nothing for Ben and August’s good opinion.

A week passed quickly by, and Nick and Charlie had scarcely left the other’s side, spending the majority of every night and day together. Despite his happy state, Charlie began to feel agitated by the knowledge that James would soon be returning to Bath.

Nick, perceiving a change in his boyfriend’s composure, was a little anxious himself about some news of his own which he had to deliver.

"Char, I have some news to tell you."

"Good or bad?" Charlie asked quickly, looking up at his face.

"I’m not sure which, I’m sorry to say," Nick said, composing his features. "I am very much afraid, my darling, that you will not smile when you hear it."

"Oh…” Charlie murmured, his stomach sinking. He studied his boyfriend’s face, searching for signs of sadness or unhappiness. Surely it could not be such terrible news while Nick had such an amused look on his face?

“What is it?”

"There has been one subject recently," Nick replied, "on which we have felt differently.” He paused a moment, smiling, with his eyes fixed on Charlie’s face. "Does nothing come to you?  Don’t you remember the disagreement we had about our friend James?"

Charlie’s cheeks flushed at the name, afraid that Nick had discerned there was more to the affair than Charlie had previously let on.

Nick, mistaking the reason for Charlie’s embarrassment, suspected that Charlie was already aware of what he had to tell him. "Have you already heard from James yourself this morning?" he cried. "You have, haven’t you?”

"No, I have not; I know nothing; please tell me."

"You are prepared for the worst, I see – and perhaps you will consider it bad. I, however, consider it to be very good news indeed. James is going out with Sai."

Charlie gave a start. This was not the news he had been expecting to hear. "No, that is impossible!" he whispered quietly.

"It is possible," continued Nick, "I heard it from Sai himself. He rang me while you were in the shower earlier to ask something about rugby and told me they were dating."

Charlie, still dumbstruck by the news, could do little but stare at Nick incredulously.

"You are unhappy?” Nick inquired, taking Charlie’s silence for displeasure, “Char, I really wish our opinions were the …"

“No!” Charlie interjected firmly. "You mistake my silence completely! It’s not that I’m unhappy about the news, but more that I cannot really believe it. It seems impossible! Sai and James are together ? Even after the mess with Ben and the Austen scene?” (And the mess with James crushing on you – Charlie thought but did not say aloud). “James isn’t even in Bath! How is that possible?"

"It is a very simple story, really,” Nick told him. “Sai had to go to London three days ago. Apparently, his train broke down at Reading and he was stuck there for a few hours. Remembering James lived there and was home taking care of his sister, he rang him to see if he wanted to grab a coffee whilst he was waiting. It seems the coffee turned into lunch, and the lunch turned into Sai rescheduling his train trip. That’s all I can tell you of the how, where, and when. I’m sure James will fill you in on all the juicy details when he gets back. I must say, however, that Sai seemed really happy about it. I know you never thought he was right for James, but I urge you to think about this positively, Sai is such a great guy, and I know he will treat James really well.”

"You needn’t worry about me being unhappy,” Charlie grinned. “Honestly, I was just surprised, because very lately I had reason to believe James was less interested in Sai than ever before. But I can assure you I am happy. This is very welcome news. I’m sure they will be perfect together."

"Well, that’s a complete turnaround since the last time we talked about this!" Nick commented, looking at Charlie curiously.

"I hope so – for that time, I was an idiot." Before Nick could protest, as he always did when Charlie criticised himself, Charlie launched himself at his boyfriend, kissing him passionately. He was full of gratitude and delight at hearing that the sole obstacle preventing him from being completely happy had now been removed. With James now in love (for what seemed to be the third time in a few weeks), Charlie felt his joy was complete.

When they finally stopped kissing to catch their breath, Charlie could not prevent a laugh escaping. What an end to the doleful disappointment of his attempts at matchmaking upon his return to Bath!

When they met James and Sai for drinks at The Plug and Tub in the SU the following weekend, Charlie made great pains to show his genuine pleasure at seeing them together. It only took one conversation on a trip to the bar alone with James for him to be perfectly satisfied that, unaccountable as it was, Sai had thoroughly supplanted Nick in his friend’s mind. James sheepishly admitted he felt a little foolish about the crush he’d had on Nick, but resolved to leave it all behind him and instead focus on how wonderful his relationship was with Sai. Charlie had the grace to apologise, acknowledging he should never have interfered in the first place when it was now obvious James had liked Sai from the very beginning.

The two friends embraced, each offering the other heartfelt congratulations at finding themselves in relationships that bought them both such joy. Without expressing it aloud, they both individually vowed to never speak of that awkward week ever again, perhaps feeling that the affair showed neither of them in a very flattering light. Indeed, their partners were never any wiser about how close their friendship had come to imploding.

As they returned to their boyfriends, a loud and familiar wolf-whistle was heard, causing Nick to instinctively react by throwing his arm possessively around Charlie’s shoulder. He needn’t have worried, the object of the admiring whistle, Jane, had just arrived at the pub, and Frank was pushing through the crowd to reach her. Nick still did not approve of that man’s outlandish displays of affection; however, with his own sweet Charlie pressed against him, he suddenly found Frank’s behaviour less unpardonable than before. As for Charlie, noting that Jane did not look completely at ease with the way Frank was sucking on her neck in the middle of the pub doorway, he could not help but compare their relationships. He felt incredibly relieved he had never fallen for Frank’s charms, sensible of Nick’s superiority of character in every way.

When Frank and Jane approached them on the way out to the karaoke stage, they greeted each other warmly. While Nick was asking Jane about her singing choices for the evening, Frank took a moment to tell Charlie how much he hoped he was forgiven for all his previous flirty behaviour.

"No apology needed!" Charlie laughed. "I’m glad to see you found someone welcoming of your boundless adoration! It’s great to see you and Jane together.”

 "Well, you are still one of the most attractive people in the room, obviously – but look at her, Charlie, she’s a complete angel. Is she not the hottest girl you have ever seen? Did you ever see such beautiful skin? And her hair, Charlie, it’s so silky and luxurious, I could stare at her all day. There is nobody in Bath more stunning!”

"Fucking hell, Frank!” replied Charlie, archly. "I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so smitten! Though I have to disagree with you. You must know there is someone else here I consider more beautiful than Jane!”

"Ha!” Frank laughed, “I’m assuming you mean Nick! How’s all that going then? I bet he’s pleased Jane and I are together. He used to give me death stares every time I so much as looked your way. I’m really happy for you, Charlie! We both deserve some love in our lives, right?”

“Right!” said Charlie, clinking his glass against Frank’s.

Together they made their way out to the back room and found the rest of the LGBT+ Soc members already enjoying themselves. They were greeted warmly by everyone and all present felt the warm glow of happiness that was a natural consequence of spending time amongst true friends.

Charlie had already told Nick in no uncertain terms that as he now knew what a good singer he was, he expected him to sing at least one song with him every time they came out. Nick agreed, provided he was allowed to choose the song.

“I hope you don’t regret that, Char,” Nick laughed, pulling his boyfriend into a tight hug. “I’m going to pick the cheesiest, sappiest, most romantic love song I can find.”

Charlie, who could think of nothing he would rather do than stand next to his boyfriend and be serenaded with a love song, kissed him deeply before they took to the stage.

Of course Ben and August, who were watching from the opposite side of the room, thought their song ridiculously sentimental. August’s comments on their singing – “very little harmony, very little vocal control, a most pitiful display of musicianship” – were heard by several people standing nearby. In spite of this, the audience gave them thunderous applause at the end of their song, genuinely happy to see such a romantic display from two such well-suited and well-loved people.

While embracing Nick before leaving the stage, Charlie caught the eye of Bates, who must’ve snuck in to stand at the back of the room while they were singing. Bates raised his glass towards them and Charlie grinned back, thankful he could now call the man his friend. Getting Bates to try another Soc event had taken a lot of encouragement and Charlie was delighted to see him there. Even though Bates was on his own and practically hugging the back wall to avoid attention, he still appeared to have a smile on his face and did not seem to be regretting his decision to come. When the inkling of an idea to find someone who might make a suitable boyfriend for Bates teased the edges of Charlie’s imagination, he very wisely decided to keep the thought to himself… for now .

The End. 🤭