A Collection of Heartstopper Oneshots

Lazy Sunday - sorphan_account

Summary:

Nick and Charlie wake up on a rainy, cosy Sunday and they really don't want to leave bed and be productive.

What ever shall they do?
Work Text:
Charlie stirs as the pleasant dream he was having slips away from him, the sound of rain filling his ears as he wipes the sleep from his eyes. He feels the arm around his waist squeeze tighter, Nick huffs out an exhale into the back of his neck, moving closer so he can nuzzle at the skin just bellow his hair. Charlie humms pleasantly, happy to drift off to sleep again but his bladder has other ideas. He makes a move to get out from inside the comfort of Nick's arms and the cosy duvet but as soon as he moves, Nick whines.

"Nooo, stay." Nick groans, eyes still closed but his brows now furrowed.

"I have to go pee, Nick." Charlie tells his husband.

"Mmh no, just ignore it. You're warm"

"I'll come back to bed"

"Promise?"

"I promise"

Nick groans again but lets go of Charlie, letting him slip out of bed and quickly pad to their bathroom. He does his buisness and decides to brush his teeth and splash some water on his face to wake himself up a little. The rain outside sounds clearer now, it sounds heavy and like it probably won't stop for the rest of the day, a day for chilling in the house and getting caught up with things they neglect during their busy weekdays.

Charlie walks back into the bedroom, seeing Nick has flopped over onto his side, hands under the pillows, face burrowed into where Charlie's head had just been, the duvet is now trapped under him and Charlie has a fantastic view of muscular, freckled, fair skin and his eyes follow the goose pimples that run up Nick's legs from the cool air. He realises how cold the room actually is and makes a beeline for the bed, wanting to get warm again.

"Enjoying the view, Charles?" Nick's sleepy, husky voice asks him.

"I was, but you're on my side of the bed, shimmy over!" Charlie tells him.

"I thought I had distracted you enough with my arse" Nick says with a wiggle of said arse.

Charlie rolls his eyes, swatting at Nick's ass, hard. Nick squaks in pain, rolling over as he rubs his sore bum.

"That was so mean!" Nick whines, "I was going for sexy and you chose violence, get over here" He growls playfully, pulling Charlie down onto the bed and trapping them both under the duvet. "You're a brat"

"You love that i'm a brat, Nicholas, don't lie" Charlie teases.

"Maybe so. But I still think I should do something about it..."

Charlie raises an eyebrow, smirk growing as he quips back "Oh really? Like what?"

"I might just tease it out of you until you're begging" Nick smirks, leaning in closer to kiss him.

Charlie stops him with two fingers to his lips, chuckling softly, "Not with that morning breath, my love" He says softly.

"Oh wow, what a thing to say to the man who just wants to make love to you" Nick gasps, grabbing Charlie's waist so he can tickle him.

Charlie squeals, trying to wriggle away from Nick's dancing fingers, laughing as he apologises, "Stop! Stop! I-ha-I'm sorry!" He giggles.

Nick does stop eventually, giving a couple of last pokes to his sides before dropping a quick kiss to Charlie's head before dashing for the bathroom.

Charlie stretches lazily as Nick sorts himself in the bathroom and bites his lip, a lazy morning in bed just exploring each other sounds like a lovely idea. He glances at the clock, it's only seven in the morning and if they plan to stay home all day, they may as well have fun with it, they rarely get days just the two of them and Charlie actually can't remember the last time they were unhurried and the thought of Nick taking his time to worship him gives him butterflies - How does the man he has been with for ten years still give him butterflies like a teenager? Charlie won't question it too much.