A Collection of Heartstopper Oneshots

At the Top of the World (or at Least the Eiffel Tower) - 7ate9

Summary:

They were in love. Nick Nelson was standing on the Eiffel Tower with his boyfriend, and he wanted to kiss him. And, surprisingly, the thought didn't scare Nick like he thought it would.

AKA: they kiss during that very tender moment on the Eiffel Tower, because they should've.
Notes:

was gonna say 'im back on my bullshit' but that implies I ever stopped, so........
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Work Text:
Nick's own words echoed back at him in his head, over and over, as he looked at Charlie.

So what if it was?

And, really, so what if it was? So what if Nick was the one who'd kissed Charlie in the hotel bed, pressed him to the mattress and kissed and sucked along the skin of his neck. At least, that was what Nick was assuming left the mark; he still wasn't entirely sure. He did know, though, that whatever it was, he'd like to do it again.

He felt his smile fade, just slightly, as Charlie suggested they spend some time apart to quell any more rumors or suggestive comments. Nick didn't like the sound of that. They were in Paris, the city of love, and they were in love. They deserved to have the same whirlwind vacation that any straight or out couple could have.

He gave Charlie a slight smirk as he leaned in and asked, "You do know it... it was me, right?"

Charlie giggled, making Nick's body glow with warmth. "Yeah, I think I remember you being there," his boyfriend joked back.

"Good," Nick told him. He couldn't help the way he felt, the way his whole being seemed to radiate love and adoration and affection for this boy. He knew that, even if the mark was left by someone shrouded in anonymity, it felt good to know that Charlie wore evidence of Nick's love for him. It felt so very right.

Nick glanced at Charlie's lips–and couldn't look away. He was obsessed with Charlie entirely, but especially his lips. Nick was originally shocked by how good of a kisser he was; the boy was fourteen, he should not have been so skilled with his lips. But, God, if Charlie's kisses didn't make Nick melt. He was bloody well obsessed with them. He was obsessed with Charlie.

Suddenly, it felt very wrong that anybody didn't know that. Nick continued looking, open and free, because he could. Charlie could see where Nick's gaze was, and Nick was delighted to watch a blush spread slowly, beautifully over Charlie's cheeks, just like it did last night.

Nick wanted to kiss him.

He'd just given a cheeky answer in reply to some teasing, but found that he wasn't as nervous as he'd expected. It didn't fill him with an overwhelming sense of dread anymore. Maybe it was because he didn't care about those boys. Maybe it was because they'd clearly take it as a joke. Maybe it was because Charlie was at his side.

Charlie was brave, reaching out a finger to press against Nick's knuckles. Just enough to maintain contact that felt like sparks erupting across Nick's skin, the touch was there. It anchored them both in the moment, in each other.

Nick wanted to give Charlie the world. He wanted to give this boy everything he ever dreamed of having. He wanted to give him expensive foods and take him on trips and give him soft kisses and a whirlwind romance atop the Eiffel Tower. He wanted to give Charlie a relationship he could tell anyone about. He wanted him to know just how much Nick loved him. Because he did. Nick loved Charlie. It was the same certainty he felt about anything. The sky was blue, two and two make four, Nick Nelson was in love with Charlie Spring.

Nick leaned in slightly more. He could see the surprise on Charlie's face.

"Can I kiss you?" He asked softly, his voice steady, sure. He felt steady. He felt sure.

Charlie glanced around, nervous. His finger stayed pressed against Nick's hand. "Here?"

Nick nodded. "Here."

"You're sure?"

Now, Nick couldn't help his little giggle, low in his chest and so filled with love. "I'm sure," he confirmed still.

Charlie's responding smile, soft and nervous and lovely, felt like it lifted Nick higher than the Eiffel Tower. He nodded, a slight incline of his head, and Nick accepted the invitation. He leaned in and pressed his lips to Charlie's with a happy sigh.

Maybe Charlie intended for the kiss to be brief, but Nick didn't. He stood up straight so he wasn't leaning against the railing and pulled Charlie closer to him so their chests pressed together. Charlie gasped against his lips and Nick's next breath shuddered in response. His hands were tight around Charlie's waist, Charlie's hands rested on Nick's jaw, stroked the short hairs at the back of his neck. Nick felt like he was in heaven.

Eventually, he could hear a rising from the boys below. Charlie pulled away, but Nick followed, making the smallest noise in the back of his throat. He saw Charlie's resolve melt away and, thankfully, he came back, kissing him again with a fervour that reflected Nick's own burning desires. He was always desperate to kiss Charlie. It was his favourite thing in the world. It knocked out the sound of jeering from down below, the dull panic he felt at the back of his mind, the growing knowledge that maybe they should not be kissing like this in public.

With extreme disappointment, Nick broke the kiss. They rested their foreheads together, panting into the air between them. There was shouting and excitement all over, but Nick was deaf to all of it. The only thing he could hear was Charlie's rapid breaths, the only thing he could see were blue eyes looking up at him from beneath dark lashes, the only thing he knew was Charlie, Charlie, Charlie. And he looked so enticing. Fuck, Nick wanted to kiss him again.

"I cannot believe we just did that," Charlie said softly, and followed it up with a sweet little giggle that made Nick swoon. If anyone asked, he'd blame it on the height.

(That wasn't true. Nick was happy to proclaim his love for his boyfriend. He'd tell anyone that Charlie Spring simply existing was enough to make Rugby King Nicholas Nelson go weak in the knees.)

"I want to do it again," Nick told him. Charlie giggled again and pressed a chaste kiss to Nick's lips.

"More," Nick demanded. He got another giggle and kiss before Charlie stepped back. It was midday summer in Paris, but Nick felt cold with the absence of his boyfriend pressed to his front.

Charlie grinned at him. It warmed him the same way Charlie's body and kisses just did. "You're insatiable."

Nick nodded firmly. "I am." More giggles. Fuck, Nick loved him so fucking much. Fuck.

Charlie's smile softened a little and he observed Nick. He sounded concerned as he said, "I think a lot of people saw."

Nick shrugged, feigning nonchalance. If he was honest, he wasn't quite as nervous as he'd thought he'd be, but that didn't mean the anxiety was gone entirely. "I don't care," he said truthfully. "I want to be with you, no matter what. And maybe this is the best way to, y'know. Come out."

Charlie's smile grew again and he shook his head slowly, like he was in awe. "You're amazing."

Nick huffed and reached a hand for Charlie's. He was happy to let Nick link their fingers together to hang between them. The space was enough that anyone looking could see their joined hands; Nick very much did not mind.

"Come on," Nick said, giving Charlie's hand a squeeze. "Let's go find the others."

Charlie nodded, returning the squeeze. They walked from the railing, their hands swinging between them.

I love you, Nick wanted to say, but he pressed the words down in his chest. It wasn't a declaration for right now. Maybe soon, maybe later, but for now, this was enough. And besides, Nick had a feeling that Charlie already knew. Maybe he could tell from the press of their palms, the twining of their fingers, the way their pulses aligned together, hearts beating as one.

He could tell. Nick knew he could tell. Just like he knew, with every fibre of his being, that Charlie Spring loved him, too.

Notes:

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