Music sounds better with you

It's the best birthday present I could ask for

By the time their giggles have subsided, Nick feels like they've gone for a couple of rounds and he collapses against the pillows, then pulls Charlie into his chest and holds him close.

"That was awful, but at least we can laugh, right?"
"I'm pretty sure they'll be laughing downstairs," Charlie says, brushing Nick's hair from his eyes. "It'll definitely be in the group chat by now."

As if on cue, Nick's phone begins to buzz on the bedside table, and Charlie begins to giggle even harder. Nick drags the duvet up over his head and moans even louder.

"I want to die."
"Why are you so embarrassed by this?" Charlie asks, rolling over and sliding an arm across Nick's middle, tapping his fingers over his ribs. "I didn't think you'd care this much."
"Because," Nick grumbles, rolling back over so he can tuck his red face into Charlie's chest. He's grateful that Charlie seems quite level headed about it because he just can't be right now. "It's us, Char. I don't want anyone else seeing you naked."
"I think your hulking great rugby body mostly stopped that," Charlie tells him. "Plus it's not like you were, I don't know, fucking my mouth or something. That would be more awkward, I think. This was fairly tame sex and we'll probably get roasted for that more than anything."
Nick lets out a squeak. "I want to die ."
"Please don't," Charlie says. "I'd quite like to try this again, later." He kisses Nick's sweaty forehead. "Baby, stop making that noise. It's funny."
"Easy for you to say." Nick rubs his eyes and sits up. "Come on, let's get up. I can't sit around here any longer, I'll go mad."

Charlie's still fucking giggling as they both swing their legs off the bed and pad into the bathroom together. They share a quick shower in a bid to watch off any residual precum or lube from their bodies, then they both dress in comfy clothes; Nick dons a green Adidas hoodie and rugby shorts, while Charlie wears the jumper Nick wore yesterday over some soft leggings.

"Do you want to check your phone?" Charlie asks him as he rubs moisturiser into his face. "Or do you want to head down and go into this dick first?"

"I hate you," Nick tells him gruffly, leaning over him heavily so all his weight rests on Charlie's legs and traps him to the mattress, and he yelps.

"Get off me, you oaf ."

Nick doesn't budge, just grabs his phone from the bedside table and unlocks it. There's a few messages in other group chats, but at the top of his notification bar sits the house group chat, delicately titled The Cunts of Chestnut Grove.

Holly : hey can someone bring home some eggs if they're near a supermarket so claire and i never have to walk in on nick and charlie shagging ever again

Manrika: huh

Harry: um

Ben: ...
Ben: EXCUSE ME

Harry: what the fuck

Claire: i'm traumatised i think

Manrika: lmfaoooooooo
Manrika: what the fuck!!!!!!
Manrika: no please tell us more what happened

Holly: i get they're relationship goals and all but i could have lived a long and happy life without seeing that

Ben: i need more details immediately please

Nick: you can ALL GET FUCKED.
Harry: sounds like you already did?
Harry: or maybe you were the top? i don't want to assume just because you're taller that you're the top?
Harry: was that homophobic 😕

Manrika: harry my love, shut up x

Nick: it's homophobic if you ever mention this ever again you horrible lot