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“And please make sure you’re changing your bedsheets at least every other week.”
Charlie doesn’t think he’s ever changed his bedsheets that regularly in his life, but he nods anyway. “Yes, Mum.”
“And don’t forget to brush your teeth twice a day!”
“Mum, I’m eighteen years old,” Charlie whines. “I’ve been cleaning my own teeth twice a day for a very long time.”
“I’m just saying… ”
“ Mum .”
“Shall we make moves?” Charlie’s dad interrupts loudly, resting a firm hand on his wife’s shoulder. “We’ve got a long old drive ahead of us.”
Jane Spring sighs heavily, but she nods. “Yes, I think that’s wise.” She turns back to Charlie. “Please try not to spend every waking moment with Nick.”
Heat prickles up the back of Charlie’s neck. He was waiting for her final dig about picking this university, picking somewhere so far away from home just to follow his boyfriend, even though in actuality the Maths course here is very good and he’s lucky to be on it. He sighs again.
“I promise. I’m not even seeing him today because he’s moving into his own house.”
Jane purses her lips. “Mhm.”
It’s tense and it’s awkward for a few seconds, then suddenly Charlie’s being pulled into a stiff hug that he tentatively returns. His mum lets him go fairly quickly before she steps back and then starts rummaging in her bag for the car keys. Meanwhile, Charlie’s dad steps in and pulls him into a hug that feels a lot more sincere.
“Call me if you need anything, yeah?” he whispers into Charlie’s ear, the use of the word me not going unnoticed. “And have fun, will you? That’s what university is for.”
Charlie finally smiles. “Thanks, Dad.”
“Come on, Julio, the traffic will be a nightmare if we don’t leave soon,” Jane calls. Charlie sighs and steps out of his dad’s embrace. He looks around the car park and sure enough, there are plenty of other parents bidding their kids goodbye. With one final squeeze to his shoulder, his dad bids him another goodbye and disappears towards the car.
Thank fuck for that.
He watches their car back out of its space and he raises his hand in a wave he’s not even sure that they see, then suddenly the car is gone and he’s finally, finally alone.
Well, not completely alone.
Strong, familiar arms suddenly wrap themselves around Charlie’s shoulders and he sighs happily, sinking back into his boyfriend’s hold.
“Do you think they bought the idea that we’re not seeing each other today?”
“Probably not,” Charlie admits, then he turns in Nick’s hold and wraps his arms around his neck. “Thank you for coming to meet me.”
“Obviously I was coming to meet you,” Nick scoffs. “How am I meant to exist in Leeds, now the city we both live in, without coming to see you at my earliest opportunity?”
“That’s pretty gay,” Charlie tells him, then grins as Nick tuts and then bends down to give him a quick kiss. “Do you wanna see my room?”
Nick nods. “Sure. Then do you want to come over to mine? Your flatmates aren’t moving in until tomorrow, right?”
“Right,” Charlie nods. “One of the weird quirks of opting for a quiet flat, I guess.”
Nick laces their fingers together and lets Charlie guide him towards the tower block he’ll now be calling home for the next ten months. His flat is on the top floor of the block, because instead of going for one of the traditional flats where you’re living as a group of six or eight, he’d opted for a smaller flat of four, designed for those with anxiety around living in larger groups. His biggest worry was having a kitchen full of people watching him eat all the time, so this felt like something of a happy medium, at least while he settled in.
Even if his flat ended up being three other people who didn’t like socialising, he still had Nick and his friends, so the idea didn’t feel too isolating. Nick had been nothing but supportive, helping him weigh up the pros and cons on a big piece of paper with an array of colourful pens on Sarah’s dining table at the start of the summer.
The biggest thing for Charlie was the kitchen; he didn’t want to feel he couldn’t go in and cook his meals while his other housemates were pre-drinking or taking up all the space, or if he had disrespectful housemates that would eat his food without asking. Nick had assured him that if anything like that happened, he wasn’t afraid to get involved, but Charlie didn’t want to open either of them up to any confrontation or the opportunity to have shitty, maybe even homophobic comments thrown their way. Maybe he was catastrophising already, but he knew he wanted to take any risk of drama out of it, and wanted the move to Leeds to be as smooth as possible.
So he’d opted for the more expensive but less daunting accommodation, and so far, so good. The third year representative who had sorted his keys and showed him and his parents to his flat had informed him that his other three flatmates weren’t due to arrive until the following day, but he did let him know that they were two girls, one from Sheffield and one from Leicester, and an international student from China. Upon hearing that, Charlie had texted Nick immediately and his boyfriend was on the next bus to campus before he knew it.
Nick’s living with the same group as last year in a large six-bedroom house about fifteen minutes from campus. He’s been up in Leeds for about three days getting moved in and sorted, catching up with his housemates who he hasn’t seen all summer. They’ve been texting non-stop and FaceTiming in the evenings, but nothing quite compares to finally being here in Leeds, their hands tangled together and with nothing but time to spend with each other.
As they get in the lift and head to the top floor, Nick spins him around and tugs him in close for a slow, languid kiss. Charlie smiles into it readily; he feels on top of the world right now, and not just because they’re heading up to the thirteenth floor.
They’re finally here, alone , at university together. It feels like a dream, and it has been a dream of both of theirs since sixth form, and now it’s real .
The lift pings to let them know they’ve arrived at their floor and they step out, hand in hand again. There’s only two flats on this floor, both the same size, and Charlie fumbles in his pocket for the key to his, the one on the left. Once they’re inside, he leads Nick over to his bedroom, the furthest one from the front door.
“Home sweet home.”
He unlocks the door and nudges it open with his shoulder, and they both step over the threshold. The room is small but not dissimilar to Nick’s room last year. There’s a single bed across one wall and a desk and wardrobe across the other, and a closed door that houses an en-suite bathroom. He hasn’t brought a huge amount with him, just a few boxes of books and clothes, a duvet and a couple of pillows, a crate of kitchen equipment, and two Bags for Life full of food and cupboard essentials. Everything is stacked on his bare mattress at the minute, so Nick makes quick work of moving everything to the floor and makes up Charlie’s bed for him as Charlie starts unpacking his clothes.
Once they’ve set up most of the bedroom, they head into the kitchen and unpack all Charlie’s pots and pans. It’s good for Charlie to be the first one in the kitchen so he can claim the cupboards and fridge shelves that feel the most natural to him, and he’s glad it’s Nick here doing the unpacking with him rather than either of his parents because he’s happy to just let Charlie lead on it, even if it’s perhaps not the most logical system to any outsider.
“How are you feeling?” Nick asks him as he closes the final cupboard and surveys the kitchen. “It’s looking pretty good in here.”
Charlie nods, hands on his hips as he looks around the room himself. It’s quite a small kitchen, probably about half the size of the one Nick had in halls last year, but it doesn’t feel as daunting. “Good, I think.”
“You think?” Nick walks over to him and pulls him into his arms. “Is there anything I can do to make it a know? ”
“You’re such a worrier,” Charlie tuts at him, resting a hand on his chest and rubbing a thumb between his pecs. “No, it’s fine, it’s just like… it’s new, isn’t it? Something I’ve not done before. I’ve not lived away from home before… well, not like this.”
He feels Nick’s hold on him tighten ever so slightly, and he finds himself clinging back. Neither of them say anything for a few moments; in all honesty, it’s not something Charlie wants to talk about right now, and he knows Nick never wants to talk about it, so they simply stand there, holding each other until the moment passes.
“I love you,” he mumbles eventually. “I’m so glad I’m here with you. I know it’s, like, been frowned upon by my stupid parents a lot for me to come here, but I don’t care.”
“I’m glad you’re here too.” Tenderly, Nick manoeuvres Charlie’s limbs so his arms are around Nick’s middle, then he rests their foreheads together and kisses the bridge of Charlie’s nose. “I loved uni last year, but I love you more. And, like, why wouldn’t we want to experience the best years of our lives by each other’s sides?” He shakes his head and smiles. “Sometimes your parents talk as though your dad didn’t literally follow your mum around Spain to woo her. Leeds pales in comparison, honestly.”
“My mum is a pain in the arse,” Charlie says sardonically. “I mean, seriously . The guy showing us up here literally told me I wouldn’t have housemates until tomorrow, yet she still told me not to spend every waking minute with you. Does she want me to just sit up here like some lonely loser then?”
Nick snorts. “Maybe she’s worried that if you come to mine, I’ll sully your good name. Take your virginity and run away with it.”
Charlie giggles. “I do wonder sometimes if she thinks we’ve never had sex or if we’re having so much sex that I’m bound to end up pregnant. I’m honestly not sure.”
“I never want to know,” Nick says pointedly. “But if you did fancy having some sex, we could go to mine?”
Charlie smiles. “I don’t even get to spend my first night here in my own flat, wow.”
“Nope,” Nick says, popping the P sound. He cocks his head to one side. “I mean, we obviously can if that’s what you want, but all the guys are at mine and they’d love to see you, plus I think Holly said she’s doing a roast even though it’s a Saturday…”
“Nick,” Charlie giggles again, pressing the pads of his fingers against Nick’s lips to shut him up. “I’d love to, babe.” He slides his hand down and laces their fingers together. “Let’s go home.”
*
The second they get through the door of Nick’s new house, which is a six-bedroom semi-detached somewhere in between the uni campus and the city centre, Charlie is instantly greeted by the housemate of Nick’s that he’s missed the most.
“Charlie!” Manrika jumps up and rushes over, pulling Charlie in for a tight embrace, and Charlie is quick to squeeze her back. He’s missed her rather a lot. “Oh, darling, it’s so good to see you!”
“Hi, Rika!” Charlie squeezes her back with just as much enthusiasm. “I’ve missed you so much.”
She smacks a kiss into the side of his head. “How’s your flat? How was moving in?”
“It was fine,” Charlie says. “None of my other flatmates are moving in until tomorrow though, which is why I’m here.”
“Babe, I wasn’t ever going to question you being here,” Manrika laughs. “You’re always welcome here, obviously. I think Nick might even get you a key cut even though that’s against our lease.”
Charlie gasps. “Don’t do that,” he chided, slapping Nick lightly on the tummy. “You wouldn’t do well in jail.”
“It’s worth it to see your smiling face in my house every day,” Nick says cornily, pressing such a wet kiss to Charlie’s ear that Charlie wrinkles his nose and nudges him away. Manrika groans.
“I’d forgotten how disgusting you both are,” she tells them. “Now fuck off and go have sex. Nick’s been a right horn dog without you here the past few days.”
“I have not ,” Nick whines, but it’s not convincing in the slightest. “Go and get a boyfriend and leave me and mine alone.”
She sticks her tongue out at him and disappears off into the sitting room. Charlie giggles.
“You two are so funny.”
“I must say, I don’t think I ever really understood yours and Tao’s relationship until I met Manrika.”
Charlie lets out a full-on belly laugh at that, then bounces up on tiptoes and kisses Nick on the corner of the mouth. “You’re cute. Come on, let’s go and see your boudoir .”
“Ooh, yes, speak French to me, mon amour .”
If Charlie was a stronger soul, he would have learned not to turn pink from head to toe every time Nick slipped so easily into speaking French. But he isn’t, so he pulls Nick behind him so he’s draped across his back (full body contact but not enough so Nick has to see his ruddy cheeks of embarrassment) and drags him upstairs.
“My room is the biggest,” Nick tells him proudly as they shuffle up the stairs. “And there’s three en-suites in the house and I got one.”
“Oh yeah? Who did you have to shag to get that?”
“You, to be fair,” Nick laughs. “I pay a little bit more each month for the honour, but it means I get the bigger bed for when you stay over and you don’t have to share a bathroom with anyone but me.”
“Wait, you’re paying more a month?” Charlie freezes before they get to the doorway and he spins, staring up at Nick with wide, concerned eyes. “Babe, you don’t need to pay more a month for a slightly bigger bed for me .”
Nick rests his gentle hands on Charlie’s shoulders. “It’s not just for you, my little narcissist. I mean, it is partly for you, of course, but you know my dad pays my rent anyway. It’s a really easy way for me to milk some extra guilt money out of Stéphane, to be honest.”
“I don’t know whether to be proud of you or indignant that you just implied I’m incapable of sharing a bathroom with your housemates,” Charlie says with a sigh. “Although… yeah, alright. If Stéphane wants to cough up the cash, I won’t say no.”
Nick chuckles. “You don’t have to pretend to be diplomatic, baby.”
“I’m not,” Charlie sniffs. “I think the man’s a knob and a dumb fucking idiot for the way he treats you, you know that.”
“I know,” Nick hums. He reaches under Charlie’s arm and twists the doorknob. “But it does mean I get this room.”
The door clicks open and Charlie peers inside the room eagerly, gleefully surveying the scene. The room is massive, with a sprawling double bed against the furthest wall with a tall, antique headboard. There’s a chest of drawers on each side of the bed and a gigantic wardrobe that looks like it’ll take you to Narnia, and on the opposite wall is a scrappy looking door, which Charlie presumes takes them to the ensuite.
What’s wonderful though, is how in such a short space of time Nick has made the room so remarkably his. The duvet on the bed is the same one that Charlie’s always known him to have, a threadbare blanket from his childhood spread across the bottom. The desk is already messy and his rugby socks are already on the floor, and there’s even some of Charlie’s clothes in a pile beside one of the chests of drawers. On the wall, pictures printed from the Max Spielman printers have been crudely stuck up at all sorts of angles, and Charlie grins when he realises he’s in almost all of them.
“Okay, some of it’s not the prettiest,” Nick says, settling his arms around Charlie’s shoulders. “But this is our little slice of heaven for the next year. What do you think?”
Charlie spins and bops him on the nose. “Aren’t you the one who said we shouldn’t spend all of our time together this year?”
“That was a different Nick. This Nick thinks that Nick was an idiot, and that you should stay in here and never leave my bed.”
Charlie throws his head back in a laugh and fists his hands in the back of Nick’s hoodie. He’s so fucking happy to be here. “Our little slice of heaven but it’s your bed, huh?”
Nick tugs him in by his hips. “Wanna christen our bed?”
Charlie’s mouth drops open. “ Nick . I’m barely over the threshold.”
“Alright.” Nick scoops him up bridal style and deposits him on the bed, and Charlie shrieks and clings to him gleefully.
“Put me down!”
“I have put you down,” Nick says dryly, raising an eyebrow. “God, you’re so dramatic.”
Charlie giggles and pulls Nick down for a kiss. “Sorry. You caught me off guard.”
Nick tuts and pins both of Charlie’s hands above his head. “I’ll ask you again. Do you want to christen the bed?”
“I would love to christen the bed,” Charlie tells him earnestly, “But I’m sweaty from all the lugging stuff around and I could do with a shower first if you wanna… you know.”
Nick smirks at him. “I do wanna… you know .” He tilts his head towards the en-suite. “You can shower here, of course you can. And if you want company…”
Charlie takes his face in his hands and kisses him soundly. “If we shower together then we’ll never christen this bed, you handsy fucker.”
Nick pouts at him. “You think I wouldn’t be able to get it back up again? We’ve been apart for three whole days, Charlie Spring. Three . I’m not accustomed to being without you anymore.”
“I see,” Charlie says. “I knew you only loved me for my body.”
Nick bends down and nips at his lip. “It’s a great body,” he says, voice low, as he trails his hands down Charlie’s smaller frame. Suddenly, Charlie’s no longer giggling. “My god . You’re so fucking beautiful, Char. I’m so fucking lucky to have you here.”
“Me too.” Charlie cranes his neck to one side as Nick latches on to it, kissing over all the spots that he knows drive Charlie crazy. “Oh, Jesus, Nick. Yeah .”
“You smell so good,” Nick tells him, voice muffled against Charlie’s skin. “You smell like home.”
His words are cheesy, but they go straight to Charlie’s dick and he groans, his hands clutching tighter at the fabric of Nick’s hoodie. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” Nick hums, then swaps sides. “I’m gonna make you feel so good, my darling.”
Charlie feels his whole body ebb and flow upwards as Nick presses their hips together, pushing Charlie deeper into the pillows. “Nick,” he gasps. “I need to shower.”
With a reluctant groan, Nick pulls away from where he’s suckling on the tender skin of Charlie’s collarbone, sharp enough to leave a mark. “I’ll give you five minutes,” he says sternly. “And if you’re not out by then, I’m coming in myself.”
“Is that a threat or a promise?”
Nick’s hands slide down and hover lightly over Charlie’s crotch. “It’s both.”
It’s with enormous reluctance that Charlie pushes himself up on his elbows and slides out from under Nick’s bigger body. He sidles awkwardly over to the bathroom door and rests his hand on the handle, then glances over at Nick, who is still smirking at him. He’s wearing grey joggers, because of course he is, and they’re not doing a very good job in hiding how ready he is to christen the bed.
“I’ll be quick,” Charlie promises, then takes three strides back over to his boyfriend and kisses him, deep and intense but short, enough to leave him wanting more. Nick groans as Charlie pulls away and rests a hand across Charlie’s arse, but Charlie slides away and backs into the bathroom with a wink.
He has a very thorough shower in scalding hot water, and even though it’s over quicker than he’d like it to be, his cock is definitely grateful it’s a short one. He’s been half hard since Nick pressed him against the mattress and he’s eager to get back to what they started.
He dries himself off with Nick’s towel and gives himself a quick once over in the mirror before heading back out into the bedroom. He’d tried his best to keep his hair dry, but that’s not always so easy when he’s trying to scrub his whole body down, so he runs his fingers through it, trying to get his curls to sit pretty on his forehead in that way he knows Nick loves. He licks his lips, takes a deep breath, and unlocks the door.
He gasps when he sees Nick on the bed, now shirtless and jogger-less, tenting his boxer briefs and lying back against his pillows, scrolling on his phone. The second he hears the door click open, he locks it and chucks it to one side, then walks over to pull Charlie in for a wet, heady kiss.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he whispers against Charlie’s lips, and Charlie preens at the praise. “I love seeing you naked.”
“You’re such a boy,” Charlie tells him as he slides his arms up and around Nick’s shoulders, angling their hips together so their cocks brush. He bites his lip and takes a deep breath through his nose. “But you’re beautiful too, and I would be very much up for seeing you naked as well, if you wouldn’t mind.”
Nick surges forward and kisses him fiercely. “Get on the bed.”
Charlie slides his hands down Nick’s chest and then moves over to the bed as instructed, swinging his hips a little more than he normally would for Nick’s benefit. It clearly works because Nick makes a pleased little sound and makes quick work of shucking his boxers before he jumps on the bed, boxing Charlie in between his legs.
Taking Nick’s flushed face between his palms, he pulls him down for a tender kiss that they both smile into, then it turns filthy rather quickly as their bare cocks rub together again. They kiss and frot together for a few minutes, relishing in the closeness of being back in each other’s arms, alone, without the worry of interruption or being disturbed. Charlie’s been waiting for this for a very long time and it feels fucking phenomenal , honestly, to hold and be held by Nick like this, knowing they’ve got all the time in the world to make love and be together.
“I love you so much,” he can’t help but whisper against Nick’s lips. “So much.”
“I love you more.” Nick pulls back and stares at him with wide, earnest, gorgeous eyes. “I wanna make you feel good, baby. Can I touch you?”
“Please.” Charlie’s legs fall open and he adjusts himself against the mattress, lifting his hips so Nick knows where he wants him. “We can… you know. That’s why I showered.”
Nick hums and nods, then slides his hands down Charlie’s body and pushes his legs apart even wider, touching him tenderly. “Can I eat you out?”
Charlie’s brain short circuits. They haven’t done that in a while, mostly because it requires them to be alone for a very long time together and they’ve not really had that living in their parents’ houses this summer. But Nick loves to give and Charlie loves to receive, and he nods so hurriedly that his curls flick into Nick’s eyes.
“Hands and knees for me, sweetheart,” Nick says. His voice is husky, like it always is when he’s really turned on. It drives Charlie fucking crazy every single time. “Arse in the air.”
Charlie complies. He shuffles up the bed and pulls a pillow down so he can rest his head on it, then he spreads his legs and presses himself up on his knees, so Nick has full and easy access.
A warm hand trails down his left buttock and then Nick’s lips press a kiss to it. “Look at you,” he says, sounding awed. “My perfect boy. All for me.”
“Only for you,” Charlie says breathily, his voice catching in his throat as Nick’s mouth ghosts over his most private area. “Nick, please.”
Another kiss to his right buttock, then Nick wraps a hand around Charlie’s cock and gives it a couple of gentle tugs. “Please,” he repeats. “Since you asked so nicely.”
The first lick shouldn’t come as a shock, but it always does. Charlie stutters a breath and nearly topples forward, but Nick’s grip on his thighs is strong and possessive and his mouth is hot and hungry. He laps at Charlie’s hole like he’s starving for it, like a man lost in the desert who’s finally found water, and Charlie sinks into it, the sensations washing over him from the top of his head all the way down to his toes.
He whines and thrusts back on his knees, meeting Nick’s ministrations. There’s something about letting himself surrender to Nick like this, where he’s completely and utterly at his boyfriend’s mercy, that he finds so addictive, so wonderful. He trusts Nick with his life, and from this angle he knows Nick can see all his scars and imperfections, but it never stops him from making Charlie feel like he’s the most beautiful thing in the world.
Charlie never thought he would get this lucky, but right now he feels like the luckiest person who’s ever lived.
Nick’s hands feel like they’re everywhere, possessive but so gentle at the same time, like he wants to worship Charlie’s body. He moves between licking long, languid strokes over Charlie’s hole to pressing tender kisses in and around the area, and every so often he gives Charlie’s cock a few gentle tugs, working him closer and closer to that glorious edge.
“Nick, oh, Nick,” he hiccups out, his legs trembling and almost giving way as Nick starts to suckle on his balls. “Nick, baby… ”
“You taste so fucking good,” Nick tells him, voice like gravel. “You are perfect, oh my god.”
“Gonna… oh my god, gonna come.” Charlie twitches and then yelps as Nick curls a tight hand around his dick, cutting off his impending orgasm. “ Nick.”
“Yes, darling?” There’s a smirk in Nick’s voice as he goes back to licking him out. “Do you want to come, is that what you want?”
“Please,” Charlie sobs. He isn’t beneath begging. “Please, oh, please. ”
“Do you think you can come more than once, sweet boy?” Nick’s lips are wet and his breath warm against Charlie’s skin. “Once from my mouth and once from my cock? Do you think you can do that for me?”
“Yeah,” Charlie stammers out, barely aware of the word as Nick dives back in, mouth and hand working furiously in tandem to send him over the edge. He comes with a broken cry of Nick’s name before he collapses forward onto the mattress, whining as Nick removes his hold.
Fuck, he loves being eaten out.
“Good boy,” Nick praises, then Charlie hears the rustle of the packet of baby wipes as he cleans his hand. He turns his head to see his boyfriend stand, toss the baby wipe in the bin, then he makes a beeline for the bathroom. “Just gonna brush my teeth real quick so I can kiss you!”
“Such a gentleman,” Charlie groans, surrendering all his weight to the mattress. He lies there in a bit of a daze for a couple of minutes as Nick’s electric toothbrush buzzes away, then he hears him gargle mouthwash. It’s so unsexy but also really hot that Nick wants to kiss him at the same time that he starts laughing.
Nick spits, then reappears, one hand working his cock lightly as he walks back over to the bed. “What’s so funny?”
Charlie rolls over onto his back and reaches his hand up to touch Nick’s face, coaxing him down so they can kiss tenderly. It was a funny interruption, but he’s glad Nick did it because kissing him like this, when he’s all blissed out after an orgasm, is some of his favourite kissing in the world.
“I love you,” he says, instead of properly answering the question. “You’re so good to me.”
Nick beams at him. “It’s only what you deserve, lovely Charlie.”
Charlie pulls him closer and spreads his legs again, only wrinkling his nose a little as they roll into the wet patch. “Will you fuck me?”
“Will I fuck you?” Nick pushes himself up onto his knees and hovers over Charlie again, boxing him in so he feels small and safe and revered. It’s one of Charlie’s favourite things in the whole world, when Nick does this. “Is that even a question?”
In lieu of a response, Charlie kisses them one more time, then he rolls over underneath him and reaches for the bottle of lube that’s so artfully waiting for them on the bedside table. He has a feeling Nick’s been planning this all morning, that Manrika wasn’t actually that far off with her teasing downstairs. He grabs it and passes it back to Nick, throwing a wink over his shoulder as he goes. “Get a move on, then.”
“You’re not even hard again yet, bossy,” Nick grumbles, but he snicks open the cap of the bottle and obligingly pours some onto his fingers. He first gives his own cock, which is hanging hard and heavy between his legs, a few quick tugs, then he moves his attention back to Charlie.
The first finger is easy enough after Nick’s ministrations from earlier, but given that he must be painfully hard right now, he makes a point to tease Charlie that Charlie didn’t expect, slowly working up to two fingers, then three.
It’s driving Charlie mad, over-sensitive but turned on once again as Nick’s fingers rub over that magical bundle of nerves, and he jolts and moans loudly as Nick picks up the pace. By now, he’s back to hard, his dick stiff and sensitive again, and he wraps a hand around himself to take the edge off as Nick scissors him open.
“You feeling okay?”
“I feel great,” Charlie answers, then swears as Nick pulls his fingers out, leaving him feeling empty. “Feel less great now .”
Nick huffs a laugh as he clambers over and behind Charlie, pulling Charlie’s back flush to his chest and coaxing him down a little so they’re on their sides. “You’ll be full again in a minute, my little nelly bottom.”
Charlie cranes his neck for a kiss that Nick happily gives him. “I should never have let Darcy teach you that phrase.”
Nick snorts. “I didn’t so much get taught it so much as learn it against my will. Also, please don’t talk about Darcy as I’m about to put my dick in you.”
Charlie grins, panting as Nick lifts his leg up with one strong hand, then uses his other to tease his dick against Charlie’s hole. He breaches him slightly and Charlie gasps, head lolling back on Nick’s shoulder, hot lips pressed to Nick’s chin.
“I love you,” he murmurs, then snakes his hand up to rest on Nick’s cheek. He feels Nick’s smile more than he sees it.
“I love you too.” Nick’s hips press forward and his grip on Charlie’s ankle tightens as he begins to push inside him properly. Charlie’s breath comes out in stuttered little gasps as Nick’s thick cock stretches him open, inch by careful inch. It’s a little on the painful side - it always is because Nick is so blessed with girth, but it’s also one of Charlie’s favourite feelings in the whole world.
He clenches around him, keen to take him deeper, and after a couple of careful minutes of Nick holding him close and pressing their bodies together, he bottoms out. Charlie tilts his head back for a messy kiss that Nick happily grants him. His hips undulate as his arm snakes under Charlie’s and pulls him closer, pressing a hand to his chest so their bodies are flush again.
“You good?”
“So good.” Charlie whimpers as Nick shifts his hips, then moves up so he can start fucking him, slow and deep. Everything about him is overwhelming; the way he smells like sweat and Lynx and home , the way his hands feel like they’re everywhere on Charlie’s smaller body, the way his lips trail wetly across Charlie’s neck and shoulders. He’s always been a talker during sex and this time is no exception, and Charlie feels himself sink further into his hold as Nick tells him over and over again how good he feels, how perfect he is, how much he adores him.
“My gorgeous boy,” he hums before he sucks a love bite into Charlie’s neck, his favourite spot. “So tight, so perfect. I’m in love with every inch of you. In love with everything that you are.”
“Nick,” Charlie hiccups. “God, yeah, harder.”
In one fluid movement, Nick presses forward so Charlie rolls onto his belly and, still tucked inside him, balances on his hands and knees and begins to fuck him in earnest. Charlie yells at the change of pace and he curls his fingers into the bedsheets, trying to keep his arse raised, but Nick picks up the pace. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping skin and Charlie’s unabashed moans, because from this angle it’s much easier for Nick’s thick cock to rub over that little bundle of nerves inside him.
Charlie feels on top of the world.
“Yeah, baby,” Nick pants, ducking down so he can nuzzle at Charlie’s sweaty neck, pressing badly aimed kisses across his back. “Are you close?”
“Harder,” Charlie begs, then whines as Nick delivers a swift slap to his arse. “ Yeah, Nick, please.”
“I love it when you beg,” Nick mutters, then he moves his hand around so he can jerk Charlie off again. “You wanna come again?”
“Yeah,” Charlie moans. “Yeah, baby, please. ”
“Good boy.” Nick flicks his wrist just so and Charlie mewls. It always feels so intense when he’s about to come for the second time and Nick knows that. “I’m so close, baby. You’re so tight and perfect.”
Charlie cries out as Nick’s thumb rubs sharply over his cockhead, then his fist starts to work frantically over Charlie’s sensitive length. It feels like too much and not enough at the same time, and it’s almost a surprise when a particularly well-aimed thrust followed by a well-worked twist of Nick's wrist sends him tumbling over the precipice.
He grunts out Nick’s name as he topples forward, head smashing into the pillow as he comes all over Nick’s hand. A few thrusts later and Nick’s hips begin to stutter and slow as he comes inside Charlie with a moan and a shout of his name.
“God,” Charlie harrumphs, voice muffled by the pillow, as Nick’s body moves away from his and leaves him empty. His knees are trembling and he lets himself surrender to the mattress, flopping forward and curling around Nick’s tired body as he settles down beside him. “I’m going to wreck these bed sheets, you know.”
An arm drapes over his waist and a possessive hand slides down to Charlie’s bum, then two fingers slide between his cheeks and feel what Nick’s left behind. It makes him smile and he tilts his head for a kiss, licking into Nick’s mouth lazily as Nick teases his hole for a few moments.
“There’s worse things than having your cum in my bed,” Nick tells him, ever the charmer. “I just think it’s so hot when you let me come inside you.”
“You have such a way with words.” Charlie tangles his fingers in Nick’s hair and guides their mouths together again. “Love you.”
“Love you too.” Nick grins against his lips. “That was a ten out of ten shag, that was.” Another kiss. “Welcome to Leeds.”
Charlie cackles and nudges their noses together. “Kiss me,” he begs. “God, I love it here.”
They kiss for what feels like hours, until their lips are chapped and swollen and they feel like teenagers again, like they’re back to the days of rolling around on Charlie’s bedroom floor instead of doing homework. It makes Charlie feel giddy and nostalgic in the best of ways, and he smiles against Nick’s mouth as he thinks about the fact that this is their life now. He can wake up in Nick’s bed and they can snog and fuck and be all over each other in the house because it’s theirs.
This was the best introduction to Leeds he could have asked for, even though so far all he’s seen is the four walls of Nick’s bedroom. He can’t wait for the rest of the year.
“Are you hungry?” Nick asks him after a bit, when the kissing has mostly slowed to gentle pecks and Charlie’s starting to feel a bit clammy and gross. “We could have a shower and then order a Chinese.”
“That sounds amazing.” With one final lingering snog, Charlie pulls away with a groan and shuffles off the bed. “Off for my third shower of the day, thanks to my needy boyfriend.”
“Your needy boyfriend is very grateful.” Nick sidles over to him, pinching his hip as he bends down and pulls a spare towel out from one of his bottom drawers. “Let’s shower together?”
“Wow, it’s like you can’t get enough of me or something.”
“That or I’m hungry enough to cut down shower time so we can call that Chinese in sooner.”
Charlie grins and waddles over to the shower, tentatively stepping inside and turning it on quickly, making as quick a job as he can of cleaning himself out before Nick joins him in the shower. They (mostly) (unsuccessfully) manage to keep their hands to themselves as they rinse off, but Nick has this thing for Charlie’s curls where he can’t resist washing them in every shower they share together, and Charlie is nothing but a weak man as strong, nimble fingers work into his scalp.
It’s nearly dark outside by the time they make it downstairs, at which point it seems as if all of Nick’s housemates are home. There’s lots of hugs and excited greetings as everyone gives him a big hug hello, even if a couple of them can’t look either him or Nick in the eye.
“What’s going on?” Nick stage-whispers. “Did we do something?”
“You did each other. Loudly,” Manrika tells them over a mouthful of peanuts. “We heard everything through the ceiling, babes. Sounded like the headboard might go through the wall at one point.”
“Oh my god,” Charlie says, covering his mouth with both hands. He’s horrified. “I’m so sorry. ”
Manrika bursts out laughing and reaches over to ruffle his hair. “I’m glad you had a good welcome to uni, my love.”
“So this is what it’s going to be like all year then?” Holly asks, wrinkling her nose. “Hearing you two shag through the ceiling seven days a week like a pair of insatiable rabbits?”
Nick presses a hand to his chest and squawks indignantly. “How dare you?” He tucks Charlie under his arm. “Don’t listen to them, Char. They’re just jealous.”
“Correct.” Holly sighs and flops down into a kitchen chair. “Urgh. Hi, Charlie, by the way. I’ve missed you.”
“Sorry we were loud,” Charlie says with a wave. “I’ve missed you too, Hol.”
“All these guys like you more than me,” Nick sniffs, then pretends to cry into Charlie’s shoulder. “I’d be upset about it if I didn’t think it was justified.”
Charlie slaps him on the chest. “You’re so dramatic. That’s not true.”
“It is true.” Ben appears in the doorway and greets Charlie with a wink and a salute, then he heads over to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of wine. “Anyone want a glass?”
“Could I?” Charlie asks timidly. “It’s my first night in Leeds and it feels, like, a bit remiss if I don’t have a drink.”
“Of course!” Ben grabs two glasses from one of the higher cupboards and uncaps the wine, then once he’s poured both him and Charlie a glass, he puts his hand to his mouth and calls for the rest of the flat. “Hey, everyone come to the kitchen!” He turns to Nick. “You want a beer?”
Nick nods and Ben fetches him a can of Stella, much to everyone else’s amusement, and pretty soon all of Nick’s housemates are standing in the kitchen with drinks in their hands.
“A toast,” Ben says, raising his glass high, “To Charlie Spring and his first night in Leeds. Long may he reign!”
Charlie can’t remember the last time he felt this happy as he leans into Nick’s space to accept the kiss he’s offering him, and he raises his glass back.
“To not dying in freshers week!” he shouts, and everyone laughs.
“To Charlie Spring,” Manrika repeats, mirth and excitement sparkling in her big brown eyes, and they all drink.