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Chapter 7: Higher and Higher, Baby

A morning shag doesn't quite go to plan.

One of the things that Nick had most been looking forward to about Charlie joining him at university was the privacy it would finally afford them. His mum was always pretty chill about letting the pair of them share a bed and keep the door closed whenever Charlie was round, but it still never felt right to do anything more than kissing and heavy petting whenever she was home.

It took longer for Charlie's parents to come around, and if anything, Charlie's house was completely off limits even when they were granted permission. Not only did he have overbearing parents, he had a nosey younger brother with a tendency to burst into Charlie's room without knocking. But they adapted, getting better at working around Nick's mum's schedule and being quick and quiet, and it worked for a bit out of necessity, mostly.

But now they're at uni, away from the judgemental eyes of family and the scratching paws of dogs against Nick's bedroom door, and they've not had to worry about being interrupted once.

Nick's under no illusions that they're a particularly quiet pair. He knows his housemates know whenever they've had sex because Charlie has a tendency to get loud whenever Nick hits that certain spot inside him, and his bed frame is old and rickety and the headboard hits the wall if he thrusts too hard. He's not embarrassed about it though; he's a twenty year old lad in love with his very pretty boyfriend who's just as obsessed with him, living in his own place for the first time, and if he wants to spend at least three evenings a week either railing him or getting railed by him, then he will, dammit.

In hindsight, perhaps Nick should have assumed they'd be walked in on sooner. It's a legal requirement for all bedroom doors in university accommodation to have a lock on them, but Nick has always been fairly lax about locking his. He trusted his housemates well enough, and he liked that Charlie had the option to come over and settle in Nick's room if he ever needed to. And it seemed to be a fairly similar thing for the rest of the guys in the house; nobody ever really locked their doors unless they were going away for the weekend, and they were all good enough friends to come and go from each other's bedrooms relatively freely.

Their uni schedules were all over the place, so Nick isn't always sure who's in the house and when, but he knows that Thursday mornings are a good quiet day because everyone has early classes except for him. And Charlie knows it too, because more often than not he'll stay round on a Wednesday, enjoying a late night and a lazy morning together as Thursday unfolds.

This Thursday morning starts off very similar to other Thursdays. Nick wakes up to Charlie pressing soft little kisses to his jaw and neck, and it doesn't take long for him to realise that he's already hard in his boxer briefs.

He reaches out and pulls Charlie closer by his hips, then moans as Charlie's hands travel south and caress over his hard length in his pants.
"This is a very good morning," he murmurs, then captures Charlie's slick mouth with his own. Charlie kisses back hungrily, his legs falling open as Nick presses himself up a bit so he can hover over his smaller boyfriend. "Fuck, babe."
"Yes please," Charlie says, pulling back and grinning at Nick with that gorgeous cheeky smile that Nick adores so much. "Please fuck me."
Nick doesn't need telling twice. His hands move down and help Charlie wiggle out of his boxers, then after a few more minutes of maddeningly good snogging, he fumbles for the bottle of lube on the bedside table.

Charlie's still a little bit open from last night, when they'd fucked lazily while a film played on in the background. It was the kind of sex that Nick loves the most, with hands everywhere and Charlie open with his noises and his reactions, vulnerable and keen in Nick's hold.

Once they'd both reached their messy climaxes, Nick had stayed tucked inside him for a while, because Charlie likes to feel full for a little while longer after they're finished. They'd kissed and murmured sappy words to each other until Charlie had started to squirm from over-sensitivity, then they'd shared a quick shower and fallen asleep tangled together.

A pretty fucking good Wednesday night, all things considered.

But this morning, things are a bit quicker, more frantic, more charged. They've both got classes at midday and Nick has no idea what time it is, but he'll be damned if he leaves this bed without making love to Charlie first.

He snaps open the bottle of lube and is quick to push the duvet off his shoulders so he can lean back on his haunches and get on with the task at hand. He covers his fingers liberally and slides his middle and ring finger inside his boyfriend's body easily, pressing him open and scissoring his fingers. Charlie is warm and pliant, his body reactive and ready for the intrusion, and his hands curl into the sheets beneath him as Nick crooks both fingers up and brushes over his sweet spot.

"Oh my god."
"Yeah, baby," Nick croons, pressing a kiss to Charlie's knee. "It's only us, remember? Be as loud as you want."
"Nick," Charlie moans. "God, Nick, do that again."

Nick does it again, of course, and pretty soon Charlie is making grabby hands at him, begging him to press inside him. Once Nick's applied more lube to Charlie's entrance and rubbed some over his hard cock, he bends down and kisses him tenderly as he begins to slide inside him.

Charlie clings to him tightly and Nick's hips make small movements as he takes the time to fully sheath himself. It's all white hot heat and heady kisses, and as always, Nick lets himself wonder briefly if it'll always be this good, if it'll still feel this magical to spend his mornings tucked inside Charlie in ten, twenty, fifty years time. Fuck, he's so in love that he aches with it, and with the way Charlie's so tight and hot around him, he might not last...

"Hey Nick, can Holly and I use two of your eggs, we're... oh my fucking god!"
He nearly jumps out of his fucking skin as his bedroom door hits the wall, and he squawks as Charlie grips at him so tightly that his nails dig into his shoulders, probably leaving little marks.
"Oh my god," Claire squeaks again. "I'm so sorry!"
"Close the fucking door," Nick bellows, scrabbling to find the duvet to cover them up. "Oh my god ."
The door slams behind them again and he groans loudly, frozen in place and trapped inside his boyfriend, moment ruined.
Then Charlie starts to laugh.

"Oh my god," Nick moans, burying his bright red face into Charlie's chest. "That's so fucking embarrassing."
"I'm so sorry," Claire's voice yells through the door. "I thought I heard you two talking so I just... I'm sorry ."
"It's fine," Nick calls back, though his voice comes out choked. "Have the eggs."
Charlie laughs even louder. "Have the eggs," he repeats. "Oh my god, this is a mess."
"I'm so embarrassed," Nick cries. "I don't even, like... do I pull out of you? Do we keep going? I don't know!"
"Thank you," Claire calls, then they hear two sets of feet run down the stairs and Charlie laughs even harder. There's tears running down his face and Nick is so stunned by how well he's taking it that he just starts to laugh too.
"I'm so mortified," he grumbles as Charlie takes his face in both his hands and pulls him down towards him, resting their foreheads together. "I can't believe that just fucking happened."
Charlie rubs their noses together. "Kinda funny though, you have to admit."
"Kinda funny? Char, I'm literally inside of you. We were literally mid-shag and we got walked in on!"

Charlie's back to giggling, and Nick would probably find it quite endearing if he didn't literally want to shrivel up and die. He looks down and sees Charlie's going soft, but somehow he doesn't seem to mind.

"Aren't you glad it was those two though and not one of our mums?"
"Charlie," Nick whines. "Inside you still, seriously ."
Charlie sighs theatrically but then it turns back into a breathy giggle. He kisses Nick quickly on the lips. "Sorry, babe. I think it's probably worth you pulling out."
"Yeah, I think so too." Nick moves back and climbs off Charlie, then flops down on the mattress next to him with a groan. He covers his face with his hands again. "I'm so embarrassed."
"So you've said," Charlie says, rolling over onto his side and cupping the back of Nick's neck so they're looking at each other again. "Is it because your two female housemates just saw your bare arse, or because you're embarrassed that we had sex without brushing our teeth first?"

"You're a little shit, you know that?" Nick swings his leg over Charlie and starts poking at his chest, and Charlie shrieks and tries to bat him away weakly, but he's back to laughing and eventually so is Nick. "A little cheeky shit, Charlie Spring."
"Nick, stop," Charlie chokes out, trying to cover himself, but Nick has tickled him enough times by now to know what parts of himself he'll try and defend first (his tummy and his hips) and what parts he'll leave for Nick to tickle (chest and thighs).

Charlie yelps and squirms, kicking his legs out between Nick's and smacking the headboard against the wall like they are actually back to having sex, which makes them laugh even more.