You Know How to Ball, I Know Aristotle

by Not_An_Average_Fangirl

Summary:

Nick and Charlie are disgustingly sweet (and slightly inappropriate) during and after rugby practice

Charlie may or may not have only joined the rugby team just so he could spend time with Nick. He totally did, but he had been distracted by how attractive and charming Nick was. He probably would’ve done anything Nick asked him to back when he was helplessly pining.

 

It was different now, Nick and Charlie were out and very much in love so, technically, he could’ve just quit the team. However, Charlie still played, even though it was very cliche, Charlie truthfully just wanted to spend some extra time with his boyfriend.

 

Practice had been going well so far, Nick had scored a couple of tries and Harry tripped over his own shoe and fell face first onto the pitch, right into the mud as well (no, he doesn’t wish ill upon Harry, he just chooses to believe in karma). Things started to get more interesting when Coach Singh made them run tackling drills, specifically because Nick was paired with Charlie.

 

Charlie was instantly reminded of when he first joined the rugby team. Nick had offered to teach him the basics of tackling back then and from the look on his boyfriend's face Charlie could tell that Nick was thinking about the same thing.

 

“Just try. Tackle me, I won’t dodge. Come on, I bet you can do it” Nick smirked, “Oh, I’ll do more than try Nicholas” Charlie winked. Coach Singh blew her whistle, signaling everyone to start the drill, Charlie sprinted towards Nick, tackling him to the ground with as much force as he could considering he was practically half Nick’s size.

 

When they landed, Charlie found that his hands were in a compromising position, directly on Nick’s arse, or rather squished underneath his arse. Charlie’s eye grew wide, nearly popping out of his head, he immediately stood up, wiping his hands on his shirt out of nervousness.

 

Nick stood up right after him, smirked, and walked right over to his boyfriend. “God, this is so embarrassing” Charlie groaned, covering his face with his hands, “no, I’m pretty sure it’s hilarious” Nick said, clearly trying to hold in a laugh. “Nickkkk!!” Charlie whined, “Char, c’mere” Nick smiled, opening his arms.

 

“Why are you smiling! This isn’t funny!” Charlie mumbled into Nick’s shirt as he hid his face, “I’m never going to live this down!” Charlie complained. “Charlie, come on look at me, I want to see your beautiful face,” Nick said, lifting his chin up.

 

“You do not need to be embarrassed, you’re my boyfriend, you’re allowed to touch my arse, in fact, I encourage it” Nick winked. Charlie’s face turned a bright shade of red, “NICK!” Charlie shrieked, “what?! I’m just pointing out that you have special boyfriend privileges” Nick smirked.

 

Charlie attempted to escape his grasp but Nick pulled him right back in, placing Charlie’s hands back on his arse. “You never have to apologize for touching my arse” Nick whispered in Charlie’s ear, “you are so cringe!!” Charlie groaned, playfully pushing Nick away from him.

 

“I thought you liked my arse, I’ve seen you peeping at me in the changing rooms” Nick grinned, “Nick! Quit flirting with your boyfriend and get back to practice!” Otis shouted. “You’re no fun!” Nick shouted back, winking at Charlie.

 

Nick and Charlie went back to practice, Nick however, still had a smug smile on his face, making Charlie think he was up to something. It was Nick’s turn to tackle Charlie “come on, tackle me, I won’t dodge” Charlie smirked, mocking what Nick had said to him earlier. Nick rolled his eyes, “are you mocking me Charles?” he asked, a smile threatening to break through.

 

Nick didn’t even give Charlie a chance to respond before he tackled him to the ground. “Hi” Nick said, looking down at Charlie from where he had pinned him to the ground “hi” Charlie replied, his cheeks turning pink. After looking into each other's eyes for a while, they were brought out of their trance when Coach Singh blew her whistle, signaling to everyone that practice was over.

 

Nick gave Charlie his hand, pulling him up off the ground, “I’m going to stay a few minutes, help pick up the cones, all right?” Nick whispered into Charlie’s ear. He shivered, “y-yeah, umm I’ll wait up so we can walk home together” Charlie breathed out. “I’d love that” Nick smiled, giving Charlie a kiss on the cheek.

 

Charlie let go of Nick’s hand, turning around to walk back to the changing rooms. He had only made it a couple strides before Nick came up behind him and playfully slapped him in the arse. Charlie turned around and glared, “NICHOLAS!” he protested, but all Nick did was laugh as Charlie rolled his eyes and “angrily” walked away.

 

The sound of laughter and footsteps got louder as Nick, Sai, Otis, and Christian made their way back to the changing rooms. Charlie smiled hearing the sound of Nick’s laughter, that was something he would never get tired of.

 

Nick walked into the changing rooms, smiling instantly when he saw him, “hi” Charlie said, admiring how rugged Nick looked after running around the pitch for an hour. His cheeks were slightly flushed, his hair was all messed up and his shirt was sticking to him which really showed off his muscles.

 

“Enjoying the view?” Nick smirked, snapping Charlie out of his not so innocent thoughts. “Mmm, what, no, I-I, umm, huh?” Charlie stuttered, feeling his cheeks turn a bright shade of red. Nick laughed, sitting down on the bench next to Charlie, pulling him into his lap. “Ew Nick! You’re all sweaty!” Charlie complained, trying to free himself from Nick’s grasp “oh, you love it” he said, hugging Charlie even tighter.

 

“You’re allowed to you know” Nick said, placing a few kisses on Charlie’s neck, “what?” Charlie asked, “to enjoy the view” Nick smirked, "especially my arse” he winked, “Nicholas! Oh my gosh!” Charlie blushed, hitting him playfully. “What! I’m not judging” Nick laughed, just as he was leaning in to give Charlie a kiss, Otis threw his rugby shirt at them.

 

“Oi! What was that for!” Nick said, throwing the shirt back at him. “Really mate? You two are being so sweet it’s disgusting, I had to put a stop to it before I developed diabetes” Otis said, rolling his eyes. Nick promptly flipped him off and went to kiss his boyfriend, who happily reciprocated. “I can’t believe Christian thought you guys were just really good mates” Otis laughed, playfully slapping Christian on the back on their way out.