Holding you like this

I'll always love you

It was morning when Nick awoke, Charlie curled around his chest "Good morning, baby." "Morning." He yawned, rubbing his eyes to rub the sleep out of them. Nick smiled, rubbing his back in circles as he looked up at him with a smile, pecking him on the lips. Nick pulled back as Charlie ran to the bedroom door, closing it, climbing back into bed, straddling Nick's lap who wrapped his arms around his waist to pull him in closer. The blonde slid his hands up to his hips which rode up his top.

Charlie shivered when Nick rubbed his thumbs against his bare skin "Char." He whispered hoarsely, pressing his lips against his pale neck. He tilted his neck, fingers tangling in his dark blonde hair. They landed back in bed, Nick on top of Charlie as he pulled away for a mere second. Nick leaned down, planting his lips on his, lifting Charlie's top over his head, trailing his fingers down his chest, keeping his fingers below his belly button "Was that okay?" He nodded "Are you ready? Mum's left for work early and Nellie's with my grandmother for the day." "I think I'm ready." Charlie pulled Nick's top over his head "Look at you, all confident all of a sudden. If your not ready for me to yet, then that's fine, but if you do, then I'm more than welcome to," "Nick.." Charlie cupped his face as he looked up at him, breathing heavily "I'm ready. The main question is, are you?" "Of course I am. You're 15, I'm 16, so it's fine."

Nick cupped his face, slowly stroking his cheeks, sitting between Charlie's legs, lust filled vision. He pushed Charlie down, still running his fingers up his upper body as he looked at him in the eye "Nervous?" He nodded "Don't be, it's my first time too." Charlie looked away, insecure. Nick gently grabbed his face. The brunette gave him a look.

It was a hour later, the two were lying on their backs, covered in sweat after making love for the first time. Nick turned to him, pulling Charlie into his arms, rubbing his back "How was that?" "How did you learn that?" "I don't know what I was doing," "Well Nick Nelson, you were really good." Nick blushed "What Hogwarts house are you?" "I don't know, let's see." The two got dressed in their pyjamas after cleaning up. Charlie helped Nick change his covers. The two climbed back into bed with smiles. Nick lifted his arm as Charlie cuddled into his chest, head resting on his chest "See how aftercare's important?" He nodded "Want to cuddle while watching Harry Potter?" "Sure. Can we finish off watching Harry Potter and the Order of the phoenix?" "Of course we can. Try not to cry, okay?" "Okay." Nick found the film, playing it from the beginning.

When it was Sirius Black's death, Charlie hid his face in Nick's chest, crying silently. Nick paused it, stroking his boyfriend's hair "Shh." Nick set his hands on Charlie's waist, rubbing slowly "Do you want to watch another film?" "Sure." "Of course." "Can we watch Frozen II?" "Of course we can, my love. Let me find it." He nodded. Nick loaded up Disney plus, finding the second part to the Frozen films, playing it, resting his laptop next to him to let Charlie watch it as he cuddled up to him.

An hour into the film, Charlie was cuddled into Nick's chest, head still resting on his chest, still watching the film "You okay, my sweet?" "Yeah. Just feeling a little warm." Nick slid his hand down Charlie's top, feeling heat radiating from his back "Oh, baby." He cooed as he sat up, breaking his way to the bathroom. Nick paused the film, running after him "You look don't too good, sweetheart. Are you feeling sick?" "A little bit." "Have you brought up anything?" "A little bit." Nick knelt behind him, rubbing his back in circles "I know you don't want to be sick, but I think it's best if you get it up." He nodded. Nick lifted the lid as he rested his hands on the toilet seat. Saliva started to flood his mouth and he suddenly felt warm. Too warm for that matter. Charlie's face was completely hidden in the toilet, but Nick could see he was in pain by the violence of the spasms that preceded with each heave and the white knuckles gripped tightly around the porcelain seat. When he finally emerged from the bowl, Charlie was a mess; his cheeks were red because of the exertion, in sharp contrast to his almost ashen-like complexion. His eyes were bright and filled with tears of fatigue. He couldn't stop shaking "You're freezing." Charlie was sitting on the edge of the bathroom mat, bent over himself and with his arms wrapped around his stomach but then a sharp pain in his abdomen took away his breath.