You are my Home - Allhallowstheark

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Summary:

Nick and Charlie must attend Charlie's work-sponsored holiday party on...the day before their anniversary. Of course they'll be feeling a bit romantic.

Prompt: Snow!
Notes:

HI! I'm back again, with another fic. If you've ever seen those videos of two people dancing in the snow, that's kind of my hopeless romantic dream. So I claimed snow and here we are :) Thank you for reading and enjoy!
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Work Text:
He and Nick had been invited to some...formal holiday party his boss...allegedly held every year. He knew the man was loaded, but when they pulled up outside his mansion and a valet came to park their car, he knew he had sorely misunderstood. He looked down at his suit, a dark green number Elle had made him when she learned that he had a formal event to go to. She practically screamed when she saw him in it. Nick kept looking at him with rosy cheeks that couldn't be passed off as him being cold. His husband was in a basic black suit, he didn't really like standing out. Not that Charlie did, but he didn't like to do what everyone else was doing.

They quickly found the seats they were meant to sit at and placed themselves there. He started talking with one of his co-workers, a sweet woman who was one of the few people who were newer to the company than he was. She cooed over how cute Nick and Charlie looked together and asked Nick a plethora of questions about teaching.

At some point, he went off to get them drinks. The event was...definitely too fancy. He had to ask the bartender to surprise him because he had no clue what any of the bottles behind him were. Nick seemed to enjoy his drink, something whiskey? He sat there with his fruity drink that felt like it had more alcohol in it than the amount that had been present at his wedding as a whole.

His boss got up, tapping a glass. His place at the head of the table made it obvious that he was meant to be seen and heard . Even if they were at the other end, his booming voice was heard loud and clear. He went on about the company's ethics and appreciation for its employees, how only the best members of departments earned places at this table...and so on. It was boring as all get out, but he listened attentively.

After he was done speaking, dinner began to be served. Even years into recovery, he struggled with the idea of surprise food. Leading to a request menu being sent out to everyone. He chose baked pasta, and when he saw it, he didn't have a single complaint. It looked delicious . He looked around, and apparently, he was the only one who chose it. Everyone else had some form of steak or seafood. Probably the best money could buy. He felt a little ashamed, but when everyone started to eat, he had to hold in a moan. He was never going to forget this night...

The rest of the courses were served, and eventually, they were moved into a separate conference room to mingle and drink more. Nick had switched to water, but he got another fruity drink. The overstimulation of the event was setting in, but he couldn't leave quite yet. He had to find his boss and thank him.

Turns out Nick was already talking to him.

"Charlie! You didn't tell me your husband played rugby!" He smiled, he was...definitely drunk.

"Oh. Yeah...In secondary and uni." He smiled. Nick wrapped his arm around his waist, and...his boss went on for a while. Once he started, it was a bit hard to get him to stop.

"Oh. Sir, I'm sorry. Could you excuse us?" Nick smiled, and his boss sluggishly clapped him on the back before going to find another couple to borrow.

"Thank you..." He mumbled

"You're welcome." He kissed his forehead and grinned. "I've got something to show you though." Nick dragged him out onto a nearby balcony. Snow was falling onto the ground, gently flicking it with white until it began to stack up with the rest of the snow. He leaned on the railing and smiled wide. He saw the distinct flash of Nick's phone camera, but he didn't care. It was gorgeous.

He heard the door behind them shut, and suddenly, Nick's phone was playing music. He held his hand out with a grin, and he couldn't help but think about their wedding. Not that he hadn't been thinking about it all night. Their anniversary was tomorrow, and...he just.

He took Nick's hand and...they slowly danced. Nick spun him around with a massive grin on his face, he probably had a similar one. Nick started to laugh, and he almost thought he had screwed something up. But...

"Why are you laughing?" He laughed himself, Nick couldn't hold it in. He looked like a loon.

"I'm just thinking about how beautiful you are. I think it's what i'm always thinking about." Nick mumbled. "I'm deeply in love with you, Charles Spring."

He smiled, and he stopped moving, leading Nick to stop as well. He held onto his face and stood on his tiptoes. Sometimes, their kisses felt like their first. In the random hotel room at Harry's birthday party, all those years ago. Before they had to think about eating disorders and psychiatric treatment, coming out, and family problems. When they were just Nick and Charlie . He wouldn't give what they had now for the world.

He was getting cold, but the heat of Nick's body, of their lips pressing together in almost constant motion, was enough to keep him from hypothermia.

At some point, Nick pulled away, opening up his suit jacket and pulling Charlie into his protective hold. They kept swaying back and forth. The world was just them again. The world was falling away, it was Nick, Charlie, and the Snow.

But it did get too cold. And their noses were bright red. Nick picked up his phone and brought them inside. Some people were staring at them, but he didn't care. They sat back down and Nick had him drink some coffee, and before he knew it...Nick was helping him into the coat and walking out to go get their car.

The drive home was peaceful. Nick put his hand on his thigh and squeezed, soft holiday music floated through their car. Neither of them said a word, they didn't need to. Everything that needed to be said had already been said at some point. They could enjoy the blissful silence and the love and adoration they had for each other.

When they got home, Nick made them hot chocolate, directing him to go change pajamas and come back downstairs with their blankets. They curled up in front of the fire, relishing in the presence of the person they loved the most on a cold winter.

When the clock hit midnight, he was barely awake. But he scraped together his few bits of consciousness to feel Nick press a kiss to the side of his head and whisper;

"Happy Anniversary, my love. Here's to many more." He felt him smile, and then he was out.

Notes:

I hope you enjoyed it! I'll see you again on Christmas Eve for the last prompt :)) (If you're a fan of my work, you will probably really like that one.)

Thank you for reading :)

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