Nick and Charlie (smut)

It All Started with a Massage (part 6)

Charlie's POV
"Boys! I'm home!" Sarah calls from downstairs.
"It's okay, we're decent!" Nick calls back, laughing.
"Nick!" I laugh, playfully swatting at him.
"At least she didn't hear what we just did... I think you were even louder this time!" He teases.
"Me?!" I gasp, pretending to be offended.
"Oh yes, you're very loud..." He deepens his voice, pulling in me for a kiss. "and I love it!"
"You're very loud too!" I retort, laughing.
"Mmm... Don't think so..." Nick says scrunching his nose up.
"I'll record you next time..." My eyes widen when I realise what I just said.
"That sounds kinda hot..." Nick says in his sexy, deep voice and kisses me deeply.

Nick's POV
Charlie and I kiss and giggle for a while before going back to cuddling, intertwined in each other, I'm not sure where I end and Charlie begins. It's blissful apart from the niggling thought in the back of my mind...

I had seen Charlie upset about going home before when he'd had problems with his mum, but this had been different. A gutteral sob at the thought of eventually having to go back, it had taken him ages to calm down, even cuddled into me while I stroked him and kissed his face and head.

"I'm just gonna go and talk to my mum about something... Stay here..." I say softly, slowly getting up. Charlie sits up looking confused.
"Is... Is everything okay?" He asks, sounding worried.
"Yes, of course! Please don't worry baby... Trust me, okay?" I reassure him, leaning down and kissing his forehead.
"I think you're starting to over use the whole 'baby' thing..." Charlie teases.
"Works doesn't it?" I say, shrugging my shoulders and winking.
"You're a dick!" He laughs.
"Ah, you love me though!" I say, turning towards the door.
"Nick?"
"Yeah?" I turn back to face him.
"I really do love you..." A wide smile spreads across his face.
"I know... I love you too, back in a minute, okay?" I smile at him before leaving the room.

"Mum?" I call as I go down the stairs.
"In here, Nicky!" She calls from the kitchen. I walk in, nervously fiddling with my fingers.
"Mum..." I say slowly approaching the table.
"Is everything okay?" She asks, looking up at my nervous face.
"Yeah... Yeah everythings fine... I just wanted to talk to you about something..." I say quietly, sitting down at the table opposite her.
"Is Charlie okay?" She asks, concern spreading across her face.
"Yes... Well... No... That's what I wanted to talk to you about..." I look down at my hands, not really knowing how I should approach this.

"Sweetheart?" She prompts me gently, placing her hand on my arm.
"Earlier... Charlie got really, really upset at the thought of eventually going home..." I pause, looking up at her.
"I've already told him he can stay as long as he needs to..." She says softly.
"I know but... I don't think this is going to go away... His mum she's... she just makes things more difficult for him... Like, all the time... I haven't even spoken to him about this yet... But I was just wondering... Could he stay here... Permanently..." A silence falls after I stop speaking. Mums eyes go wide and she purses her lips.

"Oh... Nicky... Baby... I don't know if his parents would agree to that..." She says calmly.
"He's sixteen..."
"I know... But we don't want to go making things worse between them..."
"I don't think things could get worse, mum... It's really bad..."
"You have such a big heart, Nicky... But you can't fix everyone's problems all the time..." She gently rubs my forearm.
"Please mum... He's here all the time anyway... I really really think it would help him if he didn't have the stress of having to go home."

She sits back in her chair and sighs, my eyes frantically searching her facial expressions.
"Go and talk to Charlie about this... See what he says about it..."
"So it's a yes?"
"IF we can make it work logistically..."
"Thank you!" I lurch forward and hug her tightly.
"Oh god! Nicky! You're crushing me!" She laughs. I let her go and put my hands on her shoulders.
"Thank you, mum." I say sincerely.