Music sounds better with you

It might also be the best night of Nick's life too.

There's smut in this chapter just warning you guys

They head to their restaurant and before they've even stepped through the door, Nick breathes a sigh of relief that they've booked because the bar is heaving and there's a queue begging to be let in. They squeeze past, take their seats, and immediately order copious amounts of their 2 for 1 cocktails.

Las Iguanas is one of Charlie's self-proclaimed safe eats; the portions aren't overwhelming but it's good, filling food that he enjoys. It takes an age to arrive though, understandably so with the number of people in the restaurant, and Nick finds himself resting a gentle hand on Charlie's leg as it begins to bounce.

"Do you need anything?" he whispers, quiet enough so as not to disturb Kate and Holly's excited chatter. "Do you want me to go and ask how long it'll be?"
But Charlie shakes his head. "No, that's okay." He makes a point to stop bouncing his knee and instead slides his fingers in between Nick's, then brings their linked hands up to his mouth and kisses over Nick's knuckles, a gracious thank you. "I'm just impatient. I wanna get the food in me so I can drink more."

Nick snorts and nods, then he raises his cocktail glass and taps it against the one in Charlie's hand. "To the best night of your life."
Giggling, Charlie clinks back. "Oh, please. You really think it'll be the best night of my life?" He angles his body closer towards Nick, hooking an ankle around the back of Nick's leg. "Even better than that night when we stayed in London and you made me come twice with just your mouth?"
"One beef burrito bowl?" a loud voice interrupts, and Nick's head whips up to see a pink cheeked waitress loitering behind them. He clears his throat and leans back so she can place the bowl in front of Charlie, who's equally as red in the face. "And one steak fajita stack?"
"I want to die," Charlie mutters under his breath as she scuttles off the second the food is in front of Nick. "I can't believe that just happened."
Nick chuckles and rubs a soothing hand over the back of Charlie's neck. "Oh, love."
"What happened?" Holly asks. "What did you say?"
"Something that only Nick was supposed to hear." Charlie stabs his fork into his food and keeps his head bowed.
Holly taps his bowl with her spoon. "No, no. You can't get away with it that easy. Spill."
"Nothing," Charlie insists, then he glances at Nick as if looking for help, but Nick just continues to tuck into his fajitas. He quite likes it when Charlie gets all flustered like this. "Nothing you need to hear over dinner."
"Charles Spring, tell us right now," Kate laughs. "Why are you being so coy about this?"
Charlie sighs and stabs aggressively at his rice. "It was not safe for work, if you hadn't already guessed that!"
Both Holly and Kate squeal happily. "Tell us!"
"Look, all I said was something in response to Nick about this not being the best night of my life like he said it would be, not when this one night in London happened." He looks up and waggles his eyebrows, cheeky even despite his bright pink face. "You know, I think I actually told you about it, Kate."

Kate pauses for a second, lips poised around her straw, then she clicks her fingers. "Oh, the night that Nick made you come, like, four times?"
"One half chicken with spicy rice?"

Nick throws his head back in a shocked laugh as the waitress appears behind Holly with two more plates of food. Charlie throws his fork down before grabbing his cocktail and downing it in three long slurps. The waitress practically throws their plates of food down before she scarpers, and by the time Nick can breathe again, their second round of drinks has arrived and his fajita plate has stopped sizzling.

"This is actually shaping up to be the worst day of my life," Charlie says, chomping angrily on his beef. "Not once, but twice? Really?" He nudges Kate with his foot under the table. "You didn't think to tell me she was coming?"
"Babe, I've had six drinks," she drawls. "I don't know who's coming or going?"
"I think it's Charlie who's coming, what was that, four times, apparently?"
"Holly!"