I Can Hear Your Silence (A Heartstopper FanFic -- BOOK 2)

14. Discovery

Nick and Charlie fell into bed, the two of them wrapped tightly around each other.

It hadn't been great fun rummaging through David's room, but they'd had no choice if they wanted to take advantage of this auspiciously empty house. And they very much did.

A reluctant and confused Nellie had been quickly removed from the room with the promise of treats later to apologise. Her whines from behind the door soon fizzled out though...

Nick breathed all of Charlie in as he felt his bare chest push up against his, lips locked, Charlie's hands digging into his hair.

"What do you want, baby?" Nick asked, breathy against his lips.

"Take control," Charlie replied, feverishly pressing his lips to Nick's jaw. "Make me feel good."

Nick moaned, already nodding. "Of course. Always." He could feel the blood shooting through his system, pulsing through him at those words.

After one last kiss, Nick pulled back to grab the lube from the drawer and one of the condoms he'd pilfered off David. Charlie lay there, grinning carelessly. Nick raked his eyes up and down Charlie's bare form -- and Charlie looked right back, face flushed, so attentive, so responsive. Like he would never have eyes for anyone else.

"Ready?" Nick breathed, climbing between Charlie's legs. He waited for Charlie's flustered "Yes," then leant down and pressed his lips to his chest, working his way down.

They were both already hard and wanting, everything easy from here; prepping him, easing him open... It was good. So good. Nick sank in and pushed his hips slowly forward.

Charlie gasped. "Nick --"

And Nick could hear the desire in his voice. He grinned, slowly pulled back out only to push in again, faster. And then faster. And then faster. Until they hit a perfect rhythm, until Charlie was moaning with every thrust, his legs curled around Nick's back.

Nick was so far lost into the feeling of Charlie all around him that it took him a moment to realise when something had changed.

Charlie became eerily quiet, no longer responding to him.

Nick stopped what he was doing immediately, cursing himself for his momentary lapse in thought. He paused mid-thrust and rested a hand on Charlie's warm side. "Charlie? Char?"

Charlie was in fact, completely still now, eyes open but distant, jaw slack, hands immobile at his sides. His legs had gone slack around Nick, his knees barely brushing Nick's sides. His breathing was shallow, slow and stuttering.

"Charlie?" Nick's voice came out lower this time, fear shredding the heat to dust.

There was still no response.

Nick bit his lip and slid out slowly, already softening considerably. "Did I hurt you?" He hovered over him, trying to tamper down his rising panic. "Charlie?"

Charlie slowly drew his arms up from his sides and curled them up against his chest. Not looking at Nick, he slowly twitched his head to one side, then the other, a clear 'no.'

"What's wrong? Charlie, talk to me."

The anxiety was ratcheting up inside Nick's chest. He'd never seen Charlie shut down so suddenly like that before, so completely -- and in mid-throws of passion. Nick wanted to reach out and touch him, stroke his hair, his face, his hand, anything -- but he knew that might not be what Charlie wanted right now. Instead, he sat there for a long moment, on edge, heartbeat thrumming through his head.

"Okay..." Nick breathed when Charlie still didn't respond. He ran a hand through his hair, then became very conscious of the fact that they were both entirely naked, skin sticky.