Moment in the Sun

17. Love

Nick POV (TW Smut)

Saturdays are boring now that I don't have rugby games to go to. Charlie has tried a few times to get me to go along anyway to support the team but I can't do it. Not yet. So we spend our Saturdays mostly in our apartment, studying, watching movies, playing games, in bed. Sometimes Charlie convinces me to go for a walk but they don't last too long because I still can't go very far without pain in my leg.

The physiotherapist has assured me that, in time, my leg will be completely fine. But it will take time, rest and a specialised routine of exercises to help build up strength again.

Its Friday night and Charlie has a late study group tonight so I spent the afternoon tidying the apartment and cooking his favourite meal. I'm so focused on making it perfect that I don't hear him come in, jumping when I feel hands slide around my waist, settling on my stomach and lips pressed to the spot just under my ear that makes my legs feel like jelly.

"Hi." He whispers and I turn in his arms.

"Hi." I lean in for a kiss and he pushes up on his toes to meet me halfway. "I didn't hear you come in."

"You were very focused," He told me with a small laugh, "It's cute."

"I made dinner for us. Are you hungry?"

"Hm," He tilted his head to the side in thought, "Maybe a little. But not for food."

I don't miss the hidden understatement of his words and grab hold of his hips, pulling him into me. His eyes darken as I turn us around, lifting him up to sit on the counter as we kiss again, hot and open mouthed until he let's out a squeak.

"What? What is it?" I ask, searching his face for a sign of something wrong but he just starts laughing.

"The counter is wet. And now, so is my ass."

"Oh," A smile played at my lips and soon I'm laughing too, "Sorry. Guess you'll have to just take your pants off, then."

"Thanks." He deadpans and slides down to stand on the floor again but I don't move away, keeping him trapped against the counter, my increasingly hard dick pushing against the confines of my jeans against his leg. He can feel it, I know he can. Just like I can feel his, practically throbbing in his pants.

Neither of us say anything but I silently reach to one side to turn off the stove and oven. Dinner can wait. Even though I've been cleared for, uh, physical activity with Charlie, we haven't had sex since before I got hurt. Mostly because Charlie has been very over protective, a side of him that I'm both loving and hating.

Loving because I get to see the gorgeous caring boy that I fell for. Hating because it's kept me from sinking myself into the tight heat of him when I want to. But tonight feels different. Something in the air between us has changed and I think it might be the night.

I take his hands in mine and begin to slowly walk back towards our bedroom, keeping my eyes trained on his the whole way. In our room, his hands are all over me, pulling at my clothes and weaving through my hair. His lips are against mine, the faint taste of coffee lingering on them, mixed with something sweet. The taste is intoxicating, driving me wild, leaving me desperate for more. I pull him into my arms and walk us to the bed, laying myself over him as I shimmy out of my jeans.

My fingers find their way to his entrance, dipping inside slowly. He arches his back, fingers digging into my skin. Working fast but gentle, I stretch him open, ignoring the slight twinge of pain in my knee as I move to align my dick, pushing in agonisingly slow. His mouth drops open in a silent scream as I bottom out an pause.

"Oh God," He breathes, looking up at me, "Fuck, I missed this."

"I missed it too." I kiss him again, suckin his lower lip between mine and letting it snap back into place. "Fast or slow?"

"Slow. I want to love you."

I nodded and begin moving, slowly pulling out and pushing back in. It feels amazing, incredible. It reminds me of our first time, when we only cared about showing each other how much love we had for one another. He keeps a hold on my back, leaving marks for sure, and moves with me, hips coming up to meet each thrust. He's kissing me again, passion and lust edging him on.

When we're finished, he curls up beside me, eyes fluttering closed as he rests his head on my chest. His left hand, adorned with his engagement ring sat over my heart and I couldn't help but smile at the irony.

"Charlie?" I don't know if he's even awake.

"Hm?"

"I can't wait to marry you."

"Me either." He lifts his head to look at me, pure love and adoration in his eyes. He realises where his hand is and smiles.

"We should talk about it." I say after a moment and he frowns slightly in confusion.

"What?

"Getting married. When do you want to do it?"

"I don't know," He says, "Soon, I think. Before we graduate. I want your name on my degree."

"My name?" I hadn't really thought about the name situation before but part of me had always just figured we'd hyphenate.

"Yeah. I want to be Charlie Nelson."

"Not Spring-Nelson or Nelson-Spring? You don't want to carry on your family name?"

"Not really. I want to be part of your family." His words cause my heart to beat faster and I knew he could feel it, still lying against me the way he was. "I want the whole thing. A husband, kids, white picket fence with a sign that says 'Welcome to the Nelson home', a dog or two."

"I love you. I want that too."

"I love you too, Nick." He traces random patterns on my skin with his finger before leaning in to kiss me.

"How does a year sound?" I asked, watching as his face lit up in delight.

"I can wait a year." The look on his face was so adorable, it was almost too much to bear. I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him to lie on top of me and holding him tight.

"I can't. I want you to be a Nelson now."

"Hm, maybe just in private for now." He whispered, grinding his hips down against mine so I could feel how hard he was again.

"Fuck," I grabbed his waist, "You're going to be the death of me, Charlie Nelson."