i like to think we would find each other in any universe

cinema (part two)

hello hello! i couldn't wait to start working on part 2, and i was up all night after writing part one, so here i am after 4-ish hours of sleep with the rest of the story.

TW: GENERAL SEXUAL THEMES (like, full-on sex...), CUSSING

for people that do not want to read the part where they actually have sex, i will put a warning before and after so that you can keep reading the rest of the story. i only want to make people feel happy with my stories, so i try my hardest to make my stories as open and safe as possible. i will ALWAYS put trigger warnings at the beginning and breaks of where an especially triggering part will start and end, such as the sexual content in this story.

thank you all so much for reading.

enjoy!

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it's you
don't know why, but it feels so right to me
something in the way you move
i like it when you dance for me (i just think it's-)

nick and charlie practically sprinted to charlie's car, hands clasped until they got there. nick offered to drive so that they could get back to his place quicker than him giving charlie directions. and honestly, charlie felt that was the best thing to do anyway, as his hands were shaking from excitement. as nick drove, he kept one hand on the steering wheel and the other on charlie's leg, his thumb moving back and forth. charlie looked between nick and out of the window while nick occasionally looked at charlie. when their eyes would meet, charlie would blush and look away quick while nick's smirk would grow and his eyes would fall back onto the road. nick's hand seemed to get higher and higher every time charlie's face flushed, and by the time they made it back to nick's, his hand almost rested on a very private, very sensitive place. the two men got out of the car and rushed up the stairs of nick's complex, getting to his flat, and nick scrambling to open the door. if he were anymore desperate, nick was sure he could have, and most certainly would have, broken down the door just to get charlie inside.

in the privacy of his flat, door shut and charlie flushed pink, nick took charlie by the face again. his eyes searched charlie's, almost as if asking silent permission to do what the assumed plan was the whole time. charlie took nick by the waist again and pulled him closer, his lips finding the older man. this kiss was not as rushed and desperate as the one at the cinema, but it was still filled with passion.

*TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL THEMES START HERE*

the men breathed each other in, hands roaming anywhere they could find. still kissing, nick walked charlie back to his room. when they got inside, nick kicked the door shut, and the two found themselves standing in the middle of nick's room. they broke the kiss, just looking at each other. nick moved his hands from charlie's face to his waist, his fingers grazing under the bottom of charlie's jumper. nick didn't ask if he could remove charlie's clothing piece by piece. he didn't ask if he could move him to the bed. he didn't ask if he could fuck charlie until they both saw stars. instead he asked one question in such a way that charlie knew what he meant, and knew that nick would stop if charlie didn't want it. because of course nick could find a way to ask so much in one question. he's nick.

"charlie, can i take you to bed with me and make you mine tonight? please?"

charlie felt pressure build up in the back of his throat, tears threatening to fall. nick looked confused, not concerned, and moved one hand to cup charlie's cheek. charlie smiled so soft, so wide, and looked nick in the eye with a gaze of adoration. he nodded and nodded.

"yes, nick. you can take me to bed with you. make me yours tonight. make me yours and yours and yours until we've become one. please, nick. i want you."