Nick and Charlie life after high school one shots

You are the magnet and i am the metal

CW: Explicit SMUT.
Nick was met with the usual sound of his husband drumming upstairs. Upon further listening, he discovered that his husband was also singing, in Spanish at that, which was far less usual. He knew Charlie had been practising Spanish more recently in order to communicate better with his grandparents but he never really spoke the language enough for Nick to get used to it.

Nick couldn't help following the sound, after he finished the washing up, he wiped his hands on the towel and made his way up the stairs, peeking through the slight crack of the door. He saw the curls on his husbands head bouncing with the movements of the drum beat, Nick vaguely recognised the song having heard it on the car radio a couple of years back but he wasn't too familiar with it. Knowing Charlie would be in deep concentration as he always was when drumming, Nick took the opportunity to open the door and sneak into the room and sit on the end of the bed, giving him a front row seat to watch his husband drumming.

Being this close to Charlie gave him the advantage to hear his voice more. Charlie sang often enough due to him and Queer Intentions playing a few gigs every now and then but Nick was pretty shocked that the lyrics were in Spanish. Nick had known Charlie for eight years and not once had he heard him speak in Spanish, much less singing in the language. Nick was enthralled. Is this how Charlie felt when he spoke French for the first time at the Louvre back in year 11 When Charlie finished playing the song, he took his headphones off and turned on his stool ready to get up.

"Oh fuck, when did you walk in here?" Charlie asked, surprised by his husband's presence in the room.

"A- a, a little bit ago." Nick responded, his brain offline. "What does that song mean in English?"

"Oh, you're going to like this one sweetheart." There was a hint of teasing in Charlie's voice.

Charlie started to speak the lyrics, whilst giving direct eye contact to Nick and it was a lot dirtier than he expected it to be, it was on the radio during the day for crying out loud!

The tips of Nick's ears turned pink as Charlie —very sensually— spoke the English translation of the lyrics, his voice becoming low and gravelly, not taking his blue eyes off of Nick's for a moment. The hair on Nick's skin spiked up, arousal coursing through his body before coiling in the pit of his stomach. He often got flustered by things Charlie did but this was something else. Desire flooded his body and he needed Charlie now . He tried to communicate wordlessly with his husband but on account of his brain barely being online he decided to resort to words.

"Charlie please ."

"You want me to make you forget your last name, Nick?" Charlie asked, repeating the last line in his question, his voice not changing, accentuating the last consonant is his name.

Charlie quoting the lyrics to Despacito is not something Nick thought he'd find hot but here he was, finding it very hot.

"I want you to make me forget everything." Nick pleaded, reaching an arm out to trail his finger across Charlie's jaw. Charlie smirked at Nick's already desperate state and wrapped his hand around Nick's wrist, pulling it away from him. "Well, since you asked so nicely."

Charlie stood up keeping Nick's wrist firmly in his hand, causing Nick to follow him with his eyes desperately. With very little effort Charlie pushed Nick by his chest, signalling him to move up from the edge of the bed. Placing his knees on either side of Nick's thighs, he lowered himself to Nick, grinding into his lap and a matching groan fell from both of their lips. Charlie doesn't take this role often, so when he does he likes to take advantage of it and watch Nick turn to putty under his words. "Are you going to be a good boy for me, sweetheart?" Charlie asked, in between kissing up Nick's neck.