A Collection of Heartstopper Oneshots

Look at You, You're Doing Such a Good Job - homesickghosts

AN: this one is definitely on the mature side so feel free to skip if this isn't your thing.

Summary:

And then Charlie is somehow laying down in bed, when he was sitting on the floor just moments prior. And then there's music playing, softly in the background, his and Nick's combined playlist.

Charlie takes a moment to just breathe it all in.

"So," Nick starts, "how are we feeling?"

"You sound like my therapist."

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Nick and Charlie featuring some sloppy toppy also they're high during this good luck.

Mostly, I just wanted Nick to call Charlie a good boy.
Notes:

So sorry for this being so American-ized. Hope you enjoy it anyways
Work Text:
It's supposed to help with his anxiety. At least, that's what everyone has told him. Charlie has never really been one to experiment with drugs or even really drink alcohol, but after some light convincing, Charlie caved.

Charlie's been more prone to experimenting now that he's at Uni with Nick. He's been going out more, despite the constant social anxiety. He's been participating in classes and he's even made a few friends.

But then, the anxiety and pressure for everything to be perfect is still there. Despite his sessions with Geoff, there's still a part of him that holds on to all the shit that happened.

And that's where the weed comes in. He's been offered before at parties but always politely declined. It was something he wanted to try on his own, at home, with just Nick.

Yeah, something about Nick holding the joint loosely between his fingers, the grin that spreads across his face as he exhales, really makes Charlie think that this isn't a bad idea after all.

So, Charlie takes a hit.

And he coughs. A lot.

"The fuck. Why does it hurt so bad?" Charlie whines.

Nick laughs. "Maybe your lungs are just weak."

And yeah. It really wasn't ... too bad, so Charlie takes another hit. And another one.

And then Charlie is somehow laying down in bed, when he was sitting on the floor just moments prior. And then there's music playing, softly in the background, his and Nick's combined playlist.

Charlie takes a moment to just breathe it all in.

"So," Nick starts, "how are we feeling?"

"You sound like my therapist."

Nick laughs and flops down next to a spread-eagle Charlie. Charlie immediately rolls over and curls into Nick.

"I've missed you," Charlie whispers, shoving his nose into Nick's neck and taking a huge inhale.

Charlie's floating somewhere, high and content, and yeah, he guesses this does help with the anxiety.

"You've only been gone for like two hours," Nick laughs again, but he turns in towards Charlie so that they're face to face, staring into each other's eyes. Charlie reaches up to brush the hair sweeping into Nick's eyes. His hand lingers on Nick's face. Time slows down.

Charlie's rough day of classes seems to just float away.

Nick leans in then and presses a kiss to Charlie's forehead.

"Rough day?" Nick asks. Charlie just sighs in response.

"I'd rather not talk about it, honestly," Charlie confesses. "I'd rather just be high."

Nick laughs again and kisses Charlie.

Charlie already feels like he's been floating but once Nick's lips press against his, he feels like he's on cloud 9.

"God, why does this feel so good," Charlie practically moans.

"It's probably the weed. I feel extra... tingly."

Then they're kissing for real now, Nick pulling at Charlie gently. Charlie moves closer and throws his leg over Nick's until they're completely touching.

Nick grabs the back of Charlie's head and wraps his fingers tight in Charlie's curls. Charlie moans against Nick's mouth and it feels so good he debates begging. Nick moves his leg up and presses further into Charlie, Charlie grinds down.

"Please," he begs because the friction just isn't enough.

Nick moves his mouth to Charlie's neck and starts kissing there, making Charlie squirm.

The sweater Charlie's wearing, despite the heat of early September, is starting to make him itch and he's desperate to take it off.

Almost like he can sense it, Nick tugs at the end of Charlie's sweater before sliding his hands underneath it and up to Charlie's stomach.

"Take these off."

Charlie does. Nick's on top of him instantly, mouthing his way down Charlie's chest, nipping and gently biting at the soft skin. Charlie arches up into it, the sensation making his whole body tingle.

"Please," Charlie begs again. This time, Nick bites down a little harder.

"Have some patience," Nick says, his voice soft. He bites harder again and Charlie moans in response.

Then Nick is pulling at Charlie's jeans and Charlie quickly slides out of them.

"Oh," Nick almost laughs again. "You're a little eager aren't you?"

Despite his effort not to, Charlie blushes, the blush spreading down his exposed chest. Charlie almost wants to be self conscious, but the weed puts a damper on it. Charlie's just... allowing himself to enjoy the moment fully.

"Please, just," Charlie starts but it comes out as a whine. Nick nods in agreement and kisses Charlie's stomach, just above the waistband of Charlie's boxers. Charlie lifts slightly, pressing into Nick's mouth.

"Behave," Nick says and puts an arm over Charlie's waist before pulling down Charlie's boxers with his other hand. Nick grabs Charlie's cock.

"Oh god," Charlie moans again and gives a slight thrust.

"I'll stop touching you if you don't behave, Char. Hold still."

Charlie does as he's told.

Nick mouths at Charlie's cock before licking a long strip up and sliding him into his mouth. Charlie moans again and has to hold back a thrust.

"You're doing such a good job. You're such a good boy, Charlie. Look at you, so desperate, so needy."

This time, Charlie does thrust against Nick's arm again, but Nick doesn't say anything, just takes Charlie back into his mouth.

Charlie does his best not to squirm against Nick's strong arm holding him down. He can't hold back the moaning though and he's worried their flatmates might start complaining.

And then, Charlie can't hold back anymore, the mix of the weed and Nick holding him down makes him buck up wildly into Nick's mouth. When he does come (embarrassingly fast), Charlie is pretty sure his soul actually leaves his body.

Maybe it was the weed.

Nick smiles again, wiping his mouth before crawling back up over Charlie and gently kissing him. Charlie's flushed all over and lightly sweaty. Nick is, unfortunately, still entirely dressed.

Nick flops down, next to Charlie on the bed and they're facing each other again.

"So, do you think the weed helped with your anxiety?" Nick asks, faking innocence.

"I think the weed definitely helped with something," Charlie smirks and leans in to kiss Nick again.