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Nick and Charlie get dressed for their big day.

Nick

Taking his time under the spray of the shower, Nick savoured the feeling of the hot water rushing over his body. He could feel his muscles relaxing and the tension in his head easing as the paracetamol kicked in. Images of Charlie popped into his mind, his runner’s legs, his taught stomach, his dark curls that Nick loved to pull making Charlie moan with ecstasy.

Nick’s hand was reaching for his cock on instinct, stroking it and picturing his soon to be husband. He imagined helping him out of his wedding suit in their hotel room, placing gentle kisses all over his body as each new inch of skin was revealed. He could hear the pop of the lube bottle as Charlie prepared to open him up, to take him for their first time as husbands. He pictured laying on his back, looking up into into the crystal blue pools of Charlie’s eyes, his long locks hanging down as he pushes into him.

Just as he felt his climax building, he heard his mum calling up the stairs, “Nicky darling, I’ve made you some breakfast.”

Groaning to himself, he called out, “Down in a minute, Mum.” The sexy images of his man seemed to trickle down the drain as his cock deflated from the unsexy interruption.

Nick finished up his shower and quickly dried off before slinging on a hoodie and a pair of loose trackies that he’d brought with him. He took a moment to breathe in the smell from his hoodie, it smelled like Charlie. Ever since they were teens he was always borrowing Nick’s hoodies, he’d pretend to be annoyed but it always made him happy to see him in his clothes. He was grinning like an idiot from the intoxicating scent when he made it down to the kitchen.

“You look very smiley,” Sarah commented as she saw her youngest son enter the room.

“It’s finally here, Mum. Todays the day,” he cooed as he sat at the kitchen table opposite Otis. His Mum brought him over a small fried breakfast of sausage, bacon and eggs, sitting it down next to a mug of tea.

“Thanks Mum, you didn’t need to go to so much trouble,” Nick said, eagerly tucking in to the greasy breakfast.

“You’ll thank me for it later,” Sarah giggled, “By the time you get through the ceremony, and all the photos, you’ll be starving. Trust me.”

Charlie

“Elle, what is that?” Charlie asked, pointing to the large bag of products Elle was pulling out of the suitcase she’d made Tao drag up the stairs.

“These,” she said, holding out the first couple of containers, “will make your hair look so good that Nick Nelson won’t be able to wait to get you back to the honeymoon suite once he sees you,” Elle said with a smirk causing Charlie to blush.

“Really?” Charlie was sceptical.

“Trust me,” Elle smiled reassuringly.

“Erm, Ok,” Charlie nodded and took a seat in front of the mirror where Elle was waiting for him.

Pulling out different bottles, tubs and tools from her bag, Elle got to work working the different products into Charlie’s curls. First she detangled them from their natural state, then she added products to give them more volume and bounce before locking it all into place so that even Nick’s fingers running through his locks couldn’t disrupt Elle’s artwork.

After she’d finished with his hair, Elle pulled out a smaller bag; this time filled with brushes and makeup. Opening one of the compacts, Elle lightly coated one of the brushes with powder.

“No, oh no,” Charlie protested holding up his hands when he saw the brush was intended for him “I don’t need makeup.”

“Charlie Spring I thought you said you trusted me,” Elle scolded.

“But, why Elle?”

“Because with a tiny bit of contouring we can really make those dimples of yours pop. I’ve seen how they make your fiancé weak at the knees.”

Charlie blushed, before reluctantly agreeing, “Fine, but just a little!”

“Yay,” screeched Elle before she starting applying the makeup skilfully to Charlie’s cheeks. When she was done, she spun Charlie back round to look in the mirror so that he could see the finished result.

“Wow! Elle, I look,” Charlie was lost for words.

“See, aren’t you glad you trusted me,” Elle smiled before Charlie leaped to his feet and wrapped her in a hug.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“You’re so welcome honey,” Elle giggled, “Now, I’m going to go next door and get myself ready, you get your suit on and I’ll see you downstairs when I’m done.” Giving Charlie two air kisses, so as not to mess up his makeup, Elle left the room, shutting the door behind her.

Charlie turned back to the mirror and he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Was that really him looking back though the glass? He looked so, hot! When Elle said Nick wouldn’t be able to keep his hands off him, she wasn’t kidding. It had been a long time since Charlie had any serious issues with how he looked, but he still never really saw himself as ‘hot’. He made a mental note to get Elle an amazing Christmas present as a thank you.

Charlie picked up the suit bag hanging on the door of his and Nick’s wardrobe and unzipped it. They’d picked matching 3 piece suits for them and all of their wedding party. All the best men had maroon coloured cravats while Nick and Charlie’s were silver with small flecks of maroon dispersed throughout the material making it shimmer when the light caught them the right way.

They’d all tried on the suits in the shop a few weeks ago, to make sure everything fit right. But this time Charlie would be putting it on for real. It was a big moment. Charlie ran his hand over the silky material, took a deep breathe and started getting changed.

Nick

Just as Nick and Otis were finishing up their breakfast, Christian and Sai arrived so they could all start to get ready. While the boys had been at the stag do last night, Nick’s brother, David, had collected all the suits from the hire company to make sure Nick and Charlie didn’t see each other. He dropped off Nick and his best men’s suits at Sarah’s house, while the suits for Charlie, Tao and Isaac were delivered to Nick & Charlie’s place.

The boys went up to Nick’s old bedroom and started to get changed. As they were undressing, Christian commented, “It’s just like being back in the old locker room at Truham.”

“Except Harry and that lot aren’t here being wankers,” Sai added, causing the group to laugh.

“So Nick, you nervous?” Asked Christian, causing Otis to hit him in the arm for his usual lack of tact.

“Not really, I’m excited mainly. And missing Charlie,” Nick said wistfully, “This one won’t let me message him,” he added, pointing to Otis.

“Why won’t you let him message Charlie?” Sai asked.

“Just following orders, mate. I was told under no circumstances were they allowed to speak until they have walked down the aisle,” Otis confirmed, causing Nick to pout. The boys laughed and joked as they all changed into their hired suits, helping each other out with getting their cravats straight.

Once they’d all finished getting ready, they headed down to the Kitchen where David and Olly had arrived and were sitting at the table chatting away to Sarah she had her back to the door making more cups of tea.

“Look at you, you almost look human little bro,” David teased.

Rolling his eyes, Nick replied, “You look nice too Davey.”

Hearing the banter between her sons, Sarah turned around and gushed, “Oh my baby, you look so handsome.” Moving across the room, she squished Nick to her chest in huge Nelson hug, tears of joy streaking down her cheeks.

“Mum, you’re crushing me,” Nick cried out, his voice muffled by his Mum pressed against him.

Loosening her grip to look at him, she held him at arms length, with her hands on his shoulders and said tearfully, “both my boys are all grown up.”

“Oh Mum,” David cooed, getting up to join the family hug and comfort their Mum.

“Sorry to interrupt this beautiful moment, but we brought the buttonholes over from the hotel and the cars will be here soon,” Olly added from where he was still sat at the kitchen table.

Wiping her eyes and blowing her nose, Sarah released her boys, “He’s right, not long now.” More tears threatening to fall before the wedding had even begun.

“Not long now,” Nick smiled as Olly helped attach his buttonhole to the front of his suit.