Strong Rugby Arms by LifeInAColorWheel

Chapter 16: Morning

Summary: Nick and Charlie wake up together.

Charlie's morning wood.

Charlie sits on Nick's face.

Domestic imagining.
Notes:

Welcome back!!! This one just sorta came to me. It felt hot and sexy, but also domestic and cute. Love that.

Anyway—cockwarming is next considering there was a surprising amount of demand for that (with bottom Charlie), along with some more bottom Nick since that was also a hit (and I do love me some bottom Nick).

Last thing—thank you to all who've been following me on Twitter and reaching out to say hello! And thank you for all you talented, lovely people who drew me some fan-art.

I appreciate your support!

Okay, on with the fun stuff
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Nick was sleepy and warm.

He woke first, with Charlie tucked under his arm. Nick's mom was away visiting a friend, which meant that he got the house to himself for a whole weekend—which, normally they'd get a night or an evening or the three hours before Nick's mum finished with work.

Their first plan when they got to have the house to themselves involved sleepovers, eating junk food, watching movies, cuddling on the couch, lazy make-out sessions, showering together, and sex.

Lots of sex.

Charlie nuzzled into his neck. He still seemed to be half-asleep, letting out slow breaths.

Nick reached up, eyes closed, to play with Charlie's hair. His curls tickled at his neck, playing at the underside of his jaw.

Grey morning light poured into the room. It must have been raining though, judging by the soft pattering against the window.

Nick could have stayed like this forever, wrapped up in his duvet and Charlie's arms, listening to the early morning drizzle outside. It felt domestic. It felt right. Nick loved it.

Nick loved Charlie.

Charlie, who turned, to press against Nick.

And, yeah, there was Charlie's morning wood against Nick's thigh.

"Oh," Nick said. "Good morning."

Charlie blushed, letting out a raspy, "Good morning."

"I see somebody's up."

"Shut up," Charlie giggled softly. "I can't help it."

"And I'm not complaining," Nick said, looking down to stroke the pre of his fingertips along Charlie's cheekbones. "I quite like it."

"Do you?" Charlie asked.

Nick nodded, and his other hand was slowly trailing down Charlie's side—he had opted out of a shirt last night, both during and after sex, which Nick viewed as progress; he liked making Charlie feel that comfortable.

Charlie jutted forward again, pressing his erection against Nick's thigh.

Nick's mouth felt dry. He could feel himself getting hard too, just from the feel of Charlie against him. He kept trailing down lower, until he landed at Charlie's hipbone that he lord to bruise so much.

"You can do that if you want," Nick whispered against Charlie's neck. Somehow, having Charlie face him, pushing into his thigh, cheeks all red, felt very intimate.

Maybe it was them waking up together. Maybe it was the light rain outside. Maybe it was the promise that, after this, they would go downstairs to make tea and cuddle.