Work Text:
Nick flopped down on the couch next to Elle, narrowly avoiding spilling his overflowing red solo cup of vodka and red bull on his faded blue Levi’s. Still awkwardly grasping his brown hobby horse, Nick gently nudged Elle with the toy, making a peculiar neighing sound as he rubbed the horse’s face on her knee.
“Well howdy there,” Elle’s attempt at an American southern accent was absolutely rotten but her big smile and warm eyes were a welcome sight. “What brings you to this neck of the woods, partner?”
Nick leaned back, taking in the sights of Sahar’s second annual Halloween party. A plastered Darcy dressed quite appropriately like a devil, mullet spray painted a flaming red with glitter devil horns perched atop their head was playing beer pong with a normally attired Christian, the two beating their chests like gorillas at each sunken ping pong ball.
In another corner, Charlie was chatting with Tao and a few other boys from Truham. Nick stared longingly in their direction, his eyes shamelessly admiring Charlie in his Will Turner inspired getup.
Fuck. Charlie knew what the pirate outfit would do to Nick, the little minx. Tell your boyfriend about your Pirates of the Caribbean induced bi-awakening one time and watch him weaponise it against you. He was a menace, he was. Nick felt tense in his body as he watched Charlie giggle and chat with their friends, energy thrumming from his insides. Whether it was from the alcohol or pure horniness he wasn’t sure.
“How does he keep getting hotter? Like, what the fuck?”
Elle rolled her eyes playfully. Shit! Nick did not mean to say that out loud. He probably should slow down on the bevvies.
“You are such a simp, you know that right?” she snorted. “You’ve been dating for over a year and a half, and you still watch him like he’ll float or run away or something.”
Nick groaned and let his head hit the back of the couch. “He’s just… I’m really proud of him.” His mind wandered back to last Halloween at that awful party when Charlie was still in hospital, before he’d had the courage to ring Nick from treatment. Nick had felt like he was missing a limb without Charlie by his side. He’d guzzled a half dozen beers and tried to take care of a messy puking Imogen before breaking down in Sahar’s upstairs hallway. Thankfully Tao had been there to pick up the pieces of Nick’s distraught psyche.
It had been almost a year since Charlie came home from in-patient care. He was in a completely different space, mentally and emotionally as well as physically. But Nick still couldn’t quite shake his anxiety. While it had been overwhelming at the beginning of Charlie’s treatment, it had faded to a dull pressure constantly under the surface of his skin. There were days Nick woke up after a menacing dream in a pool of his own sweat, heart pounding and tears involuntarily falling, convinced Charlie was still in hospital or had relapsed. Intellectually he trusted that Charlie was being honest, that he was in a good place, but he still had his fair share of anxiety over it.
Elle put her hand on Nick’s shoulder, startling him from his near neurotic mental spiral. “Nick, you were spacing out for a bit there. You okay?”
Nick tried to plaster on a smile. “Totally fine. Charlie’s doing great now. Everything’s fine.” His voice went up slightly.
“You talked to him about Leeds Uni and being long distance then?”
“Yeah, of course. I mentioned it months ago,” Nick responded, turning his body to face Elle.
“And he’s cool with it then?” she gently inquired. “You’re both cool with it?”
Nick looked away and turned his gaze back to Charlie, who was laughing hysterically at a wildly gesturing Tao, clearly telling a hilarious story while dressed as a hot dog. “Yeah,” he said a bit quietly. “We’re all good.”
“You’re Nick and Charlie. You’ll be together forever!” Elle patted Nick’s hand comfortingly.
The pressure in Nick’s stomach grew stronger, and he felt an almost acrid taste rise up in his throat. “I hope so,” he answered honestly.
“I’m going to get another drink. Want anything?” Elle stood up and stretched. Nick shook his head, keeping his gaze towards his boyfriend. “Suit yourself,” she said, rubbing Nick’s shoulder quickly before heading off towards the kitchen. Nick got up and moved to a corner of the room, making sure to stay within sight of Charlie.
Across the room, Charlie had migrated to the center of the living room, twirling Tara around the makeshift dance floor. Nick watched him, the joy on Charlie’s face warming Nick from the inside like a cup of tea. Charlie, mid-shimmy, caught Nick’s eyes from across the room and marched over, placing his hands firmly in Nick’s belt loops and tugging him away from the wall.
“You can’t get away with not dancing by hiding in the corner!”
Nick flushed shyly, caught red-handed by his perceptive boyfriend. “Seems to have worked out pretty well for me so far,” he flirted, placing his hands on Charlie’s forearms and rubbing gently, noticing the way Charlie’s eyes were looking him up and down hungrily.
Charlie leaned in and brushed his lips against Nick’s ear. “You look damn good in a cowboy hat,” he murmured softly.
Nick plucked the hat off his head and placed it gingerly on Charlie’s. “So do you,” he winked.
Charlie sighed and pulled Nick closer. “I’m having more than a few dirty Brokeback Mountain style fantasies right now. I’m gonna need you to dress like this more often.”
Nick grinned. “I wish I knew how to quit you” he gruffed, his right hand slowly venturing down to grasp Charlie’s waist.
Charlie wasn’t sure if he should laugh or moan in response. He settled for grabbing Nick’s arm and dragging him away from the dance floor. “Come with me cowboy!”
Moving away from the party, Charlie stumbled across Sahar’s back stairwell and pulled Nick down to sit next to him. The two boys huddled closer, Nick’s strong arm draped across Charlie’s back.
“Feel like I’ve barely spoken to you tonight,” Nick sighed as Charlie nuzzled into his neck, Charlie’s presence recharging him.
“Well apparently I’m very popular now,” Charlie winked cheekily. “82% of the vote.”
“My boy’s been head boy for a few days and already he’s let it go to his head,” Nick teased.
“Hey!” Charlie protested. “I’m enjoying it, just for a little while.”
Nick placed one warm hand on Charlie’s knee and let the other caress the back of Charlie’s head, slowly bringing them closer together. “You should, baby. You deserve it.”
Charlie bit his lower lip and sighed quietly before pressing his lips to Nick’s in a soft peck. Nick groaned under his breath before wrapping his arms tighter around Charlie’s middle, deepening their kiss.
Charlie’s mouth tasted sweet and tart from the vodka lemonade and Nick wanted to drink him in. Nick was pretty sure he was addicted to his boyfriend’s pouty lips and the tiny noises he made whenever Nick held him firmly or ran his fingers through Charlie’s hair.
Nick chuckled as Charlie nibbled on his lower lip, giving Nick his quintessential dreamy kiss me eyes, and tried to yank Nick even closer. At this rate, Charlie was going to end up in his lap with his hand down Nick’s pants. This was getting to be indecent for a quick stairwell snog.
“Eyyy! Get it in boys!”
“Get a room and smash already you horny lads!”
Nick and Charlie looked up in surprise to see a drunk but cheerful Christian and Sai walking down the stairs, smelling a bit like weed and floral deodorizer spray. Charlie rolled his eyes but couldn’t help but smile at the dickheads. They were obnoxious but he liked them anyway.
“Sorry!” Charlie didn’t sound all that apologetic, but he still stood up and pushed Nick gently out of the stairwell, headed back towards the beverage table, the two guys giggling conspiratorially. The night was young and they were having a sleepover anyway, it was time to re-up on the drinks and they could get off with each other later.
When they landed back in the kitchen, Nick jumped with excitement and held up the brown hobby horse triumphantly.
“There he is! I finally found the little bugger. I lost him like an hour ago!”
Charlie smiled affectionately, taking his own green parrot stuffy he’d stolen from Olly to supplement his pirate costume and pressing its face to the hobby horse, making sloppy make out noises.
“They’re boyfriends,” he raised his eyebrows in Nick’s direction, winking.
Nick laughed boisterously before a serious look overtook his face. “Did you ever make your stuffed animals hump each other?”
Charlie started choking on his vodka lemonade. “No! What the fuck, Nick.”
“We listen and we don’t judge you prick! My Paddington Bear stuffy was a curious fellow, don’t slut shame!”
Charlie was crying tears of laughter now, bending over at the waist while Nick’s cheeks burned bright red from alcohol and laughter. Wiping his tears away, Charlie leaned over and grabbed Nick’s face, smacking a loud and firm kiss into his cheek.
“My adorable pervert,” he grinned. Charlie then looked up at Nick, his smile fading slightly. “Actually, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”
Nick felt his heart drop slightly. Logically he knew everything was probably fine, but good conversations rarely started off like that.
“I’m quitting the rugby team,” Charlie confessed. Nick was surprised - he did not expect that. Charlie continued, his verbal pace accelerating.
“I’m just going to be so busy with school and head boy stuff now, I don’t want to be overwhelmed and stressed out. Rugby just seemed like the logical thing to let go of, you know?”
Nick nodded slowly. “I suppose that makes sense, it just sucks you have to give up one of your hobbies.”
Charlie chuckled, stepping in between Nick’s legs to face him, his eyes filled with mirth at this slightly daft but sweetheart of a man.
“Nick… you know I don’t really like rugby.”
Nick shrugged bashfully. “I mean, I know it’s not your passion or anything, but…”
Charlie interrupted him. “Nick, I literally only joined the team because I fancied you.”
Nick’s jaw dropped but Charlie continued. “I joined because I had an insane crush on you, and you asked me to!”
Nick basked in this revelation briefly. “Wait, that’s kind of embarrassing for you,” he teased gently.
Charlie turned bright red and turned away from Nick, trying to hide in his embarrassment. “Yes, okay, I was pathetic and gay!”
Nick grabbed him from behind and held tightly. “You weren’t pathetic,” he protested. “Never pathetic. And look at you now. Ruler of the school.” He stared at Charlie lovingly, awed by the thought of his boyfriend as the sweet, quiet year 10 he’d met in form. A year and a half later, Charlie had grown at least four inches in height and grown leaps and bounds with his confidence and sense of self. Nick couldn’t believe how much love he had for this amazing boy. Sometimes it felt like so much, he could almost burst with it.
“Are you going to be really sad if I quit?” Charlie asked quietly.
Nick’s heart sank slightly but he quickly put on a happy face. There was no reason to stress Charlie out about this - it was the logical decision, even if Nick was bummed out that they’d have even less time to spend together.
“I’ll be sad, but I’ll be fine,” Nick responded firmly. “I don’t want you to keep doing it if you don’t like it.”
“I always liked playing rugby with you,” Charlie insisted before flashing a cheeky smile. “You can still use your big, strong rugby body to throw me around.”
Charlie leaned in to give Nick a soft kiss, hoping to comfort him with touch and words of affirmation.
“So, do you still want to dance?” Nick asked.
Charlie cocked his head to the side, looking Nick up and down. “Well, we could dance,” he began, leaning in close to Nick and whispering in his ear. “OR we could go upstairs and I could get down on my knees for you.”
Nick’s eyes widened and his heart skipped a beat. “Yep, yep, let’s go right now!” he exclaimed, the two boys laughing as Nick practically dragged Charlie up the stairs to find a more private place.
“Have I mentioned how unbelievably fit you look tonight?” Nick was obsessed with the pirate get–up, no surprises there.
Charlie blushed. “Yes, but it’s nice to hear it again.”
“Seriously, baby this pirate outfit is doing things to me,” Nick pulled Charlie into Sahar’s upstairs bathroom and barely shut the door before yanking Charlie flush against him, his hands tightly gripping his lithe waist as his mouth explored Charlie’s neck.
“Let’s play pirates and cowboys again later.” Charlie gasped as Nick began to suck his neck harder, arousal rapidly engorging him. Charlie grabbed Nick’s face and began to snog him passionately. Charlie felt Nick grow hard, and he moaned as Nick grinded slowly against him, enjoying the friction.
Charlie reached down and palmed Nick’s cock over his jeans. “I need to taste you right the fuck now,” Charlie groaned.
“Get on your knees then,” Nick smirked as Charlie dropped down and pressed his face up against the crotch of Nick’s jeans, nuzzling his enclothed dick before unzipping and taking Nick out.
Nick was at full-hardness now, and Charlie didn’t want to waste another second before swallowing him down to the root. Nick gasped and grabbed the back of Charlie’s neck.
“Fuck, baby.”
Charlie moaned happily as he sucked on Nick, using one hand simultaneously to jerk Nick off and pressing the other against his own cock, desperate to hold back his orgasm. Little got Charlie off more than blowing Nick. He loved the feeling of power from Nick’s arousal and desire. He felt sexy and wanted. He craved it.
Nick wasn’t sure how much longer he could hold on. He took his hand from the back of Charlie’s neck and rubbed his thumb against Charlie’s cheek, groaning as he felt the imprint of his cock inside Charlie’s mouth.
“You’re amazing,” he muttered. “You’re the most incredible person I’ve ever met.”
Charlie pulled off him quickly, saliva pooling around his mouth and blue eyes shiny with tears from exertion, continuing to jerk Nick off. “I want to taste it. I want to swallow it.”
Charlie didn’t always like to swallow, and if they were in one of their bedrooms or Nick’s car, Charlie would often ask Nick to cum on his stomach or back or chest. But he knew Nick loved when he swallowed, plus it’d be cleaner and easier. No time for clean-up during a crowded house party hook-up.
Nick’s eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure as he thrust once, twice, then released down Charlie’s throat, gasping as Charlie sucked him down.
Charlie was painfully hard now. Still kneeling in front of Nick, he pulled himself out of his pants and began quickly masturbating. Nick yanked him up by his armpits and took over, suckling on Charlie’s neck in the way that made him crazy, taking breaks only to whisper how incredible and sexy Charlie was, how mind-blowing the blow job had been, how much Nick wanted to watch Charlie fall apart in his arms.
Charlie came quickly, so wound up from watching Nick orgasm a few moments earlier. They kissed tenderly for a few moments before Nick washed his hand off and Charlie zipped up his pants. They tried to sort themselves out as best they could, making sure nothing untoward landed on Sahar’s bathroom floor before walking out of the bathroom hand in hand.
After leaving the bathroom, Nick pulled Charlie in for a warm embrace. “You are so fucking pretty when you go down on me,” Nick confessed, enjoying the flush of pink on Charlie’s cheeks. “I think you’ve easily given me a hundred blow jobs by now and I can honestly say I will never get sick of it.” He kissed Charlie lightly on the forehead. “I love you baby.”
“I love you too.” Charlie sighed. “And I plan on doing it as much as I can before you leave for uni.”
Nick’s face turned crestfallen, but he quickly put on a happy face. “Come on love, let’s enjoy the rest of the night.”