A Collection of Heartstopper Oneshots

Have a Little Fun - 7ate9

Summary:

After a rather... interesting night together, Charlie unfortunately finds evidence of Nick on his skin. Where anyone could see. Try as he may, he just can't keep that hickey covered. Luckily, it doesn't seem like Nick minds at all.
Notes:

Still haven't watched season 2, I stumbled across the title of a scene on youtube about a hickey and I got inspired lmao
Work Text:
Charlie almost missed the bus the next morning. He'd spent nearly a full hour in bed, daydreaming about the night before with Nick. They'd kissed and kissed and kissed until they could barely stand it, and even then they kept going. They'd spent hours not studying, just making out in Charlie's bed. Nick had kissed every inch of skin he could find, even undoing the top half of Charlie's shirt buttons to continue down, down, until Charlie had stopped him. His fingers had been shaky as he tangled them into Nick's soft hair, and he wasn't sure if it was due to nerves or lust, but he'd drawn Nick back to his mouth and they'd slowed, trading lazy kisses until the sun set and Nick's mum started texting asking when he'd be home. They'd kissed at the door still, their lips sticking for a moment as they pulled away. Charlie watched Nick's face as he kept his eyes shut, his eyelashes fluttering against his cheekbones as his tongue darted out and licked his lips like he was savouring the taste of Charlie for one last moment. Just the sight of it was almost enough to convince Charlie to drag him back up to his room so they could make out longer.

He woke up that morning with his mouth feeling clumsy. He'd pressed his fingers to his lips, giggling– giggling at the feel of his still swollen, almost sore mouth from hours of making out with his boyfriend. It'd been over two months since they finally labelled themselves at the beach, yet still the thought of that word made Charlie giddy. He spent nearly an hour tracing the memory of Nick's kisses with his own fingertips until he couldn't avoid the rather urgent need in his pants. He gave in, remembering the feeling of Nick's own bulge against his thigh even as neither tended to them simply because they were both too scared of what it'd mean if they reached down. He thought about it now, imagined it was Nick's careful touch. He couldn't be as meticulous as he wanted, couldn't savour it like he so desperately craved, so he got himself off quick to the memories of last night, the ache of his lips and his neck and his pecs where Nick had laved attention upon his skin.

By the time he finally got out of bed, he barely even had time to shave. Unfortunately, that also meant he didn't have time to figure out how to tame his appearance. His lips looked darker than usual (almost like he'd been kissed for almost four hours straight), and he had a dark, dark bruise on the pulse point in his throat. Another peeked out from beneath his shirt collar, and he moved it aside, shocked that it kept going across his collarbone. He whipped off his sleep shirt, taking in the marks all over his torso.

There were traces of Nick's attention all over him, a hickey behind his ear, on his throat, one on his collarbone while the other stretched down the other over his clavicle. He had a hickey on his pec, beside his surprisingly sensitive nipple. He hadn't realized until last night just how sensitive they were, when he'd let out the loudest groan yet the second that Nick had taken one into his mouth. The man clearly enjoyed it, because he'd spent some time on both of them before moving on. They were sensitive now, tender still, and he knew it would be slightly uncomfortable against his scratchy uniform shirt, but he couldn't find it within himself to care. There were more traces of Nick's mouth, little marks where he'd nipped at his skin. He'd done it once, eliciting a strange yelp from Charlie's throat, and he kept doing it, spurred on by the song of Charlie's moans and whimpers. There were finger-shaped bruises smudged into his hips, likely from when Charlie had bucked up and Nick held him down, pressing his mouth to Charlie's and swallowing his moans.

In hindsight, it was a bloody miracle Charlie didn't come in his pants after the first ten minutes.

Pressed for time now, Charlie threw on his uniform, buttoning up his shirt to the top and adjusting it so that it covered the hickeys. The one on his throat was harder to conceal, but it wasn't like he had anything he could use to cover it up. At the very least, his coat was enough to hide it from his family, even if he definitely wanted to also hide it from his classmates.