Charlie and Nick Fanfic - PG13 Version

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It was around 9 a.m. when Charlie's eyes fluttered open. Slivers of sunlight waved around the room from the submerged window like snakes, casting bright lights in Charlie's eyes. Beside him, Nick was slowly stirring out of his slumber as well.

Placing his hand to Nick's cheek, Charlie affectionately stroked his husband's skin with his thumb, coaxing him to wake up.

With his eyes still closed, Nick's lips curled into a smile.

Charlie leaned over and gave him a peck on the lips before he hopped out of bed, naked as the day he was born. "Join me in the shower?" he offered.

Nick groaned and turned over in bed. "I'll be there in a minute."

With a gleeful smirk stretched across his face, Charlie ruffled Nick's hair and kissed the top of his head. "Sleep as much as you want."

Leaving Nick to sleep in for once, Charlie wandered into the bathroom. He fiddled with the shower nobs until there was a steady stream of hot water raining down from the showerhead, climbed into the shower, and closed the door of glass behind him. The shower itself was wide enough to fit several people with two if its four walls made of transparent glass.

Charlie wasn't opposed to this design for a honeymoon suite. He rather enjoyed the idea of Nick walking in to brush his teeth to find him naked with beads of water racing down his smooth, tanned skin.

Nick finally joined him, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he approached the toilet for a morning pee.

To give Nick privacy, Charlie closed his eyes and rinsed the shampoo from his hair. After a minute or two, the shower's glass door swung open and Nick stepped inside.

When Charlie kissed him, Nick tasted of minty toothpaste. He gently gripped Nick's now wet hair as their tongues found eachother.

After they cleaned up, Charlie was all the more frisky, standing behind Nick to kiss his neck and rub his back.

Nick turned around and playfully tsked. "So impatient."

Both in the nude, Nick held Charlie by the hand and guided him out of the restroom and back to the bed. He pushed Charlie into the large mattress, then pulled him by the ankles to the edge of the mattress. Kneeling to the floor, Nick eagerly went down on his husband.

Charlie released a sigh of pleasure as Nick worked, closing his eyes and biting his bottom lip. This honeymoon was turning out pretty well. Maybe Charlie really didn't have anything to worry about after all.

Approaching climax, Charlie opened this eyes to watch Nick. The first thing he saw wasn't his husband on his knees in front of him. Charlie made the mistake of facing directly ahead at the submerged window when he opened his eyes.

For a couple of seconds, he was frozen in place, startled. When the panic set in, he pushed Nick away and pointed to what was bothering him.

A scuba diver had found his way to the supposedly restricted area and was now wading outside of their window. The diver waved at them, prompting Charlie to hide his shame and run to the bathroom to escape this intrusion.

Nick, on the other hand, calmly pulled on a pair of clean boxers and shouted through the window, "piss off, pervert!"

When at last Nick joined his husband, Charlie was sitting in the walk-in closet in a pair of long jeans and a sweatshirt. Nick sat on the floor next to him and let Charlie rest his head on his shoulder. "We can leave," Nick told him. "We could get a last-minute flight and be home in less than half a day. Give me the word and we'll go."

Charlie couldn't deny that hearing this eased his mind some. Still, he wasn't ready to end their honeymoon. "I would like to stay."