Under Your Skin: Nick and Charlie fanfic

Injury (Nick's Version)

Three months pass, and our relationship only strengthens. I find it hard to believe I was ever nervous to tell Charlie how I feel, he's so amazing in every way possible, and I already know that he's the love of my life.

He has more days off now, some of which we get to spend together. Sometimes we end up staying in bed, but sometimes we actually go out together. I wasn't sure how I'd feel being affectionate towards him in public, but when it actually came to it, I didn't even give it a second thought.

I'm loud and proud about our relationship, loving on him at any given opportunity, apart from at work of course. But even there, I don't make much of an effort to hide my affections for him, automatically placing my hand on his back or waist every time he's close enough for me to do so.

I still worry about him, but since he started working less hours his mental health seems to have improved. He isn't as stressed at work, and always smiling and laughing when he's with me.

It's a Friday evening at work, and unusually quiet. Josh decided to close the kitchen at six because no one was ordering food, and when he left Sam sent Lily home too.

"I think Tom would be okay with you and Charlie being together." Sam says as he stands next to me behind the bar.
"I know, we just don't really want all the drama." I laugh.
"Fair enough, I think Josh is the kinda guy who says he isn't homophobic but actually is." He chuckles.
"Yeah, I got that impression."
"Just ignore him." He says, smiling.
"It's just the way he talks to Charlie that bothers me."
"That's understandable, but Charlie can hold his own. I've seen it for myself." He laughs.
"Yeah, he's definitely firey." I say, smirking.
"I don't wanna know." He teases.
"Oh god, I didn't mean like that." I laugh, feeling myself blush.

He laughs and goes to serve a customer, I finish at eight and only have about an hour left of my shift, so I go down to the cellar to check the barrels.

I'm in the middle of doing so, when Sam appears in the doorway.
"Charlie's here." He says, smiling at me.
"He is?" I laugh.
"Yep, I'm assuming he wants to see you." He smirks before going back upstairs.

I quickly finish what I'm doing, then follow him. Charlie's sat at the bar, he beams at me with sparkling eyes when he sees me. He's wearing a white t-shirt, and his denim jacket with the fleece collar. I love this jacket on him, it really suits him and he looks so ridiculously gorgeous.

There are customers to serve, so I smile at him and begrudgingly keep working. I want to scoop him up and kiss all over his face, but I'm still working so I force myself to stay focused until the customer has their drink and walks away.

"You just can't stay away, can you?" I tease, resting my elbows on the bar and leaning over slightly.
"From work, or from you?" He teases back and I exhale a laugh.
"It's just me and Sam here." I say, moving in and pressing a quick kiss on his lips.
"You're really playing with fire doing that in front of customers." He says cheekily.

I notice that he's also wearing slim fit dark grey joggers. He looks so hot it's almost making me bi-panic. I can't believe this beautiful, sexy man is actually mine.

"You look so good right now." I say flirtatiously, my eyes drifting over him.
"Nick." He giggles, blushing a bit.
"Are gonna serve him or just flirt with him?" Sam teases and I laugh as I stand up straight.
"Oh, I don't want anything." Charlie says to him.
"So you just came here to distract him?" He asks playfully.
"Pretty much." Charlie says, scrunching his nose and I laugh.
"I noticed you both have the day off tomorrow, do you have any plans?" Sam says.
"I have rugby and Charlie's coming to watch." I tell him, smirking at the excited expression on Charlie's face at the mention of our plans.
"Oh nice, is it a match?" Sam asks.
"Yeah, its not a big thing, just local teams."
"Have you played for long?"
"Since school, I was gonna do sports science at uni but I didn't get the grades." I tell him.
"I didn't know that." Charlie says sympathetically.
"It doesn't really matter, I still get to play." I say, smirking at him.
"And you probably wouldn't have met me." He says cheekily.
"That's true." I laugh.