After dinner, they went back upstairs.
Neither of them said much.
But the way Nick looked at Charlie…
And the way Charlie smiled back…
It was like the air between them was buzzing.
Charlie sat back down on the bed, his heart still doing backflips. Nick sat next to him, close—too close—so close that their knees touched.
“So…” Nick said, grinning shyly, “where were we?”
Charlie laughed nervously. “I… I think we were kind of making out.”
Nick’s cheeks flushed pink. “Yeah… we were.”
For a moment, they just looked at each other. Charlie could feel it—the pull between them. He swallowed hard, his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his hoodie.
Nick leaned in, slow, giving Charlie time to pull away. But Charlie didn’t move. He leaned in too, and their lips met again.
This kiss felt different.
Nick’s hands found Charlie’s waist, pulling him a little closer. Charlie gasped softly against Nick’s lips, his heart racing so fast it felt unreal.
Charlie’s hands slid into Nick’s hair, holding him gently. Their kisses got quicker, messier, and every time their lips parted for breath, they went right back like they couldn’t get enough.
Charlie’s head was spinning. He could feel Nick’s heartbeat through his hoodie. He could feel the way their bodies brushed together, the way Nick’s fingers squeezed his waist just a little tighter.
Without thinking, Charlie shifted, ending up kind of half in Nick’s lap. Nick let out a soft breath—almost a moan—and Charlie froze, his eyes wide.
“Sorry—” Charlie blurted, blushing hard.
Nick just smiled, his eyes dark and soft all at once.
“Don’t be sorry,” he whispered, voice low.
Their foreheads pressed together, breathing shaky, both of them blushing like crazy.
“We can slow down,” Nick said gently, his hand still resting on Charlie’s hip.
Charlie bit his lip, smiling a little. “I don’t really… want to slow down.”
Nick’s eyes flickered—surprised, but happy.
He kissed Charlie again—softer this time, but still deep—and Charlie melted into it, his whole body tingling.
But just when the tension got heavier—when hands started to wander again—they both broke apart, breathless, grinning.
“We should probably… you know,” Charlie said, laughing.
Nick laughed too. “Yeah. Before we get too carried away.”
They were both flushed, giddy, hands still tangled together.
Charlie leaned his head on Nick’s shoulder, smiling.
“Something’s changed, hasn’t it?” he whispered softly.
Nick kissed the top of his head.
They sat there for a while longer, hands brushing, hearts racing, neither of them saying it—but both knowing:
It was just getting started.
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