Charlie woke up in a large comfortable bed that was not his own, although he didn't feel great his hangover was quite mild. After a glass of water some paracetamol and a shower he would be fine.
He was still half asleep, buried under the soft fluffy duvet, and as he summoned the will to get up he contemplated. Last night he had gone to a bar and went home with a really hot guy.
Charlie spring had mixed feelings about gay hook-up culture. On the one hand he loved the freedom, you could have fun with so many people. On the other hand the culture had a lot of toxic issues.
But honestly he didn't care, the sex last night had been fun so even if he never saw the guy again it had been worth it. Charlie was 19 and away at university. This was the time to have fun, make mistakes and learn.
Finally ready to get up Charlie threw back the covers, he sat up, stretched and yawned. The bedroom was surprisingly large, modern and tidy. It was stilled lived in with bits and pieces scattered across the bedside table. But the place was clearly expensive and probably came with a maid.
The floor had a cream carpet, the walls were white and there was a floor to celling window opposite the bed. The bedsheets were a crisp white, while the furniture and storage was made of dark wood. The monochrome colour scheme was broken by several splashes of colour including a pride flag and a couple of paintings.
Charlie found his clothes on the floor, where he had discarded them last night, he put them on and followed the sounds of someone cooking.
The rest of the house looked nice as was the modern kitchen that came with state of the art appliances. The guy Charlie had slept with was making an omelette at the stove.
He had clearly just showered, his hair was still wet and we was wearing just a pair of grey tracksuit bottoms. His muscular torso looked even better in daylight and Charlie admired him through bleary eyes.
"Ah your up. Charlie isn't it? Do you want some breakfast?"
"No thanks.......Nick." Charlie managed to remember the guys name. "Id love a cup of tea though."
Nick made them both a cuppa and they sat at the kitchen table in silence as Nick ate his omelette.
"Are your parents super rich or something?" Charlie asked, gesturing around. "Do you need me to leave before they get back?"
"No this is my house. I started my own business. I was a rugby player and used my fame and connections to start a LGBTQ friendly sports camp."
"That sounds familiar. Wait are you Nick Nelson?" Nick Nelson was a icon in the LGBT community, one of the first openly Bi professional players. His sports camps were renown for helping kids with their mental health and self esteem.
Charlie realised he had just slept with someone who was a semi famous millionaire, a rugby player and a gay icon. He had only hoped to do one of those people in his lifetime but had gotten all three in one night.
"Can I ask how old you are?" Nick asked. The club they had met in was 18+ and you had to show ID at the door so nick wasn't worried about Charlie being underage.
Charlie had looked older last night, in the club downing drinks, dressed up, under multicoloured lights. The context had made him seem older but now in the light of day he looked younger. "25?" Even as Nick guessed he knew he was highballing.
"I'm 19" Charlie admitted. "How old are you?"
"34." Nick admitted. Charlie was surprised, he would have guessed a decade less. Nick looked like he was in his early twenties. There was a moment of silence as both of them tried to gauge each others reactions.
"Is that weird?" Nick eventually asked.
"I'm mean obviously that's not normally the age I hook up with, I don't have a thing for older guys." Charlie struggled to find the words. "I want to make it clear that I absolutely do not have daddy issues, my father has been present and supportive. Not that your old enough to be my Dad." He blurted out.
"Ok. And I want to make it absolutely clear that I do not go to clubs looking for barely legal young guys." Nick said.
"yes its a little weird, but no I don't regret meeting you." Charlie decided.
"I feel the same." Nick said and they clinked mugs.
