Holding you like this

I'll be missing you

Nick awoke the next morning, curled up around Charlie's warm frame, the blanket still cocooned around him warmly as the brunette wrapped his arms a bit tighter around him, pressing a kiss to his head, turning over so Nick was little spoon and Charlie the big spoon. The blonde cuddled into Charlie and smiled with content "Morning." "Morning." Charlie hummed and kissed his neck, creating a small hickey making Nick move his head more to give him more access "I love you," "I love you too." They fell into a comfortable silence for a bit before Nick fell back to sleep once more.

Charlie smiled, pulling the duvet back over his husband, pressing a kiss to his head, sliding out of bed, making his way downstairs to make himself a drink and relax on the sofa for a while. While Charlie was making himself a drink, he heard a soft mutter from upstairs, he went upstairs to check and saw Nick moving around, like he was having a nightmare. The blonde was sweating all over and whimpering. Charlie ran over to him, stroking his sweaty blonde hair as he started to calm down "Char?" "I'm here, shh, come here." He sat on the bed as Nick crawled onto his lap, lying his head on his chest "What was your nightmare about?" "Our wedding, Ben was there and as were about to exchange rings, he shot you." He cried "And there was blood everywhere and Oliver was.. I can't.." He started crying harder "Shh, it's not real, look at both of our hands and tell me what you see." Charlie placed his hand on Nick's lap as he looked at both of their hands "Wedding rings?" "Yeah, see there's nothing to worry about, how about we go downstairs and you can tell me anything you want." "Duck facts?" "I suppose so."

The two got up, walking downstairs as the blonde ran for the sofa, sitting down, curling up, legs tucked in. Charlie came in, sitting next to him "Okay, so, Most duck species are monogamous for a breeding season but they do not often mate for life. Instead, they will seek out new mates each year, choosing the healthiest, strongest, best mate who can help them pass on their genes to a new duckling generation." "That's interesting." "When you do Geography, you learn, but you did History for GCSE, you have to learn about Hitler." "Hitler's horrible, anymore facts?" "Yeah, Preening helps ducks stay dry," "How do you mean Preening?" "They groom themselves, basically, even though they technically take baths every time they go in water, preening removes dust, dirt, and parasites." The blonde started. 

Nick continued "While they preen, ducks will spread waxy oil which is waterproof, across their feathers." "Okay, interesting." "Yeah, it's really interesting, shush. All ducks can dive, but some species are better at diving than others. The best is the long-tailed duck, also known as an oldsquaw, which can dive 240 feet and one more fact," "Give me two more, please." "Of course, Female ducks and ducklings have plain plumage with dark feathers that form a pattern on their head and eyes. This helps to camouflage their eyes, which could be seen by predators or pecked at by other ducks, and one more, According to research, ducks may show a preference for colours in the green or blue spectrum." "Okay." The two lied against each other and relaxed.

Nick lay against his husband. Charlie moved some stray hair out of his face "So, my love, are you tired?" He shook his head "Feeling little?" He shook his head "Feeling anxious or scared?" "Little bit of both." "Oh sweetheart, it's alright." Nick leaned against his husband, relaxing a bit more. Charlie's leg started to get numb from Nick sitting on his lap "Is your leg numb?" "A little bit, you can stay on my lap." "If your leg's numb, I can move." "There's no need to move, it's okay." "Sure?" "I'm sure, lovely." Nick nodded and his throat tightened, and to his horror, he felt dangerously close to tears.

Charlie glanced at him from where he was on his lap, their eyes meeting, and the brunette brushed his lips against Nick's "Want to watch a film?" He murmured against his mouth "I don't really want to." "What do you want to do?" "Wanna make out?" "I suppose." He teased. Nick smacked him playfully on the arm and then to Nick's surprise, Charlie grabbed the television remove and turned up the volume on Through My Window. Nick's body tensed as Charlie put him down, lying him down, moving closer. He was now sitting on his knees between his husband's legs, gazing at Nick intensely. Nick was trying to think but his head started to fog and butterflies erupted his gut. Charlie's heartbeat went mad as lust fogged his husband's brown eyes and he knew that Nick wanted him too.