Chapter 6 – The Speeches

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It’s time for the speeches.

Charlie

Charlie shouldn’t feel nervous, but as his Dad stood and started clinking his glass with a knife, he wished he was anywhere but here. He and Nick went back and forth over whether to still have Julio give a speech, after the way he and his mother snubbed Olly’s wedding. But in the end, after also speaking with Olly and David, they decided to stick with their original plan.

Now the time had come, it’s not that he didn’t want his dad to speak, but having no idea what he was going to say was making him have second thoughts. He was glad though that he hadn’t even given the speeches a second thought when he was having his earlier panic before the ceremony. That would have pushed him over the edge, he was sure.

Julio started to speak, “Ladies and Gentlemen. First, on behalf of my wife and I, I would like to thank so many of you for coming and celebrating the marriage of my oldest son and his childhood sweetheart, Nick. Their road to get here hasn’t always been smooth, and I was definitely against them getting up to any Hanky-Panky when they were still young.”

“Stop saying Hanky-Panky,” Tori called across the room, causing a ripple of giggles to erupt around the room, while Nick blushed next to him.

“But Nick has proven time and again that he will stand by my boy, no matter what. They have always been there for each other through both the good times and the bad, and it didn’t surprise me when the boys told us they were engaged to be married – I’ve figured for a while now it would only be a matter of time. So, I hope you will all join me in raising a glass, to the Happy Couple.”

“The Happy Couple!” chorused around the room.

As Julio sat down, Christian stood up from the other side of Nick.

Nick

Just as Nick had struggled to pick just one best man, he couldn’t decide which of the three of them would make the speeches. So, he let his friends pick for him, but now that Christian was standing up, Nick wasn’t so sure he’d made the right call.

“Hello everyone,” Christian started. “I met Sai, Otis and Nick at Truham when we were sat together in form in Year 7. When we all found out that’s how he also met Charlie, we figured that must be Nick’s way of collecting new people in his life.” Charlie giggled at that; Nick would never get sick of the sound.

“When Nick eventually came out to us as Bi, it came as no surprise to any of us after seeing him flirting with Charlie all the time when he thought no one was looking for months before then. All three of us are proud to be your friends Nick, and we’re so pleased for both of you today. Charlie, we know you’ll take good care of our boy, and we’re honoured to help you both celebrate your big day. So, everyone please your raise your glasses, to Nick & Charlie.”

“Nick and Charlie,” chimed around the room as the guests’ glasses clinked from each of the tables again.

“You were supposed to toast the bridesmaids’ man,” Otis nudged Christian as he sat back down.

“Should I stand back up,” Christian asked, poised to return to his feet. Before he had the chance, Nick had stood and wrapped all three of his friends in a hug.

“Thank you, guys,” Nick said in appreciation.

That’s when Nick heard another glass chime from behind him, they’d only planned for the two speeches, so he was especially surprised when he turned to find Charlie standing up from his seat.

Charlie

Nick was looking at him, surprise clear on his face. Charlie reached out with his free hand to take hold of Nick’s. He held it tightly as he started to speak to the room while looking at Nick, “Nick, I know we said we wouldn’t make a speech, but I couldn’t let today go past without telling you how much I love you.

You’ve been there for me when I was at my absolute worst and you could have run away, you could have ditched me and picked anyone else, I mean look at you, you’re gorgeous. But you didn’t, you stayed, and I will never not be grateful for that.”

Charlie turned then to all their friends and family, “Everyone please, raise your glasses to my kind, loving and wonderful husband. To Nick.”

“To Nick,” cheered everyone around the room as Nick pulled Charlie in for a passionate kiss.

“I love you Charlie, it’s always been you,” Nick spoke softly when they pulled apart.

“I’m so lucky you’re my husband,” Charlie cooed quietly enough that only Nick could hear him.

“I’m the lucky one, Char.”

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After the speeches there were a few more photos out on the lawn before the sun went down. Then it was back inside where a dancefloor had been revealed and Paul the pianist had been replaced by another Paul, the DJ. Nick & Charlie shared their first dance to All of Me by John Legend and after a few verses, were joined by the other couples on the dance floor. After the song ended it was time to cut the cake while everyone was still gathered around in one place.

Neither of the boys had seen what David had prepared for them yet, David had insisted that as it was his gift to them that he kept it a surprise. As two of the hotel staff wheeled the cake out into the middle of the dancefloor, there were gasps from the guests as it passed between them. As it came into view for Nick & Charlie, they both gasped too.

“David, its- it’s beautiful,” Nick spoke softly to his brother.

“It’s even better than what I’d pictured,” Charlie’s voice breaking with the emotions welling up inside him. This day had already stirred a lot of emotions inside him, but seeing what David had produced for them brought him to tears.

“Oh baby,” Nick cooed, seeing the tears start to trail down his husband’s cheek. He pulled him in for a hug and kissed his forehead. Charlie reached out for David’s hand and pulled him in for a hug too.

Charlie whispered into David’s ear, “Thank you so much, brother.”

“Shut-up you,” David teased, brushing a teardrop from beneath his own lashes.

When Charlie had first come up with the design for their cake, he knew it was ambitious. So, when David had offered to take up the challenge, he had been preparing himself for it to not be anything like he had imagined in his mind. But David had taken their design and enhanced it.

They had the 3-tiers of chocolate cake that they’d asked for, with a river of bubble-gum blue icing looking like it was bubbling over the sides of the cake. Then leaning up along either side of the cake was a lattice structure of tempered chocolate that no one could dispute was a perfect replica of the Eiffel tower. But then Charlie spotted something else.

“Wait, is that” he pointed to two figures atop the cake, “is that us?”

Olly came strolling up alongside his older brother, “Yep. You won’t believe how much time David spent trying to find them.”

The two figures weren’t just ordinary grooms atop the cake, but they were mini versions of them. Nick with his dark blonde hair, brown eyes and broad rugby shoulders and Charlie with his dark curls, crystal blue eyes and lithe build. Charlie couldn’t believe how perfect they were. He pulled David in for a hug again and tried not to let his tears of joy completely soak David’s suit.

The happy couple cut the cake to cheers and applause from all their guests around the room. Once it had been wheeled back into the kitchen to be cut into pieces for their guests, the DJ started the music again for everyone to dance into the night.

As the last guests were slow dancing together at midnight, Charlie turned to Nick and asked, “Are you ready to go up to our suite love?”.

“I will go anywhere with you my darling,” Nick whispered close to Charlie’s ear. Charlie held out his hand and let Nick up the grand hotel staircase to their honeymoon suite.

Chapter 5 – Wedding Breakfast

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It’s time for the first meal of Nick & Charlie’s married lives.

TW: Mentions of Eating Disorders and Descriptions of Food

Charlie

“If I have to plaster on another smile, I think I’ll be left with no choice but to divorce you,” Charlie said through gritted teeth.

“Just think of all the ways I’ll make you come undone tonight in our suite, be a good boy for me now and I’ll be a good boy for you later,” Nick teased.

“Fuck, that doesn’t help with the hard-on I have now though, does it, Mr Nelson-Spring,” Charlie groaned.

“You like it when I excite you in public,” Nick continued.

“No, I really don’t,” Charlie deadpanned, knowing that his husband knew him so well. Charlie loved that word. Husband! No longer was Nick his boyfriend, or his fiancé, there was no room for doubt with Husband. No turning back, not that the thought had even crossed his mind.

They’d put together a list of all the shots they wanted the photographer to capture, pictures of them together around the picturesque grounds of the hotel; the obligatory pictures with their parents and families; Nick with his best men, being their silly boisterous selves; Charlie with his best friends, Elle having to persuade Isaac to put his book down while the photographer took a few snaps.

Of course, they also had to have pictures of them with the Paris squad. They may not see each other as much these days but it would never matter how much time passed, the bond between them was for life and Charlie wouldn’t have it any other way.

Nick

With the photos finally done, it was time for everyone to be seated for the Wedding Breakfast. Nick still didn’t really understand why it was called that, as they were having it in the middle of the afternoon. Charlie tried to explain it to him once, but when he started going into the whole history of it, Nick sort of zoned out and ended up just being lulled into a trance by Charlie’s sweet voice.

As they waited outside the hall while their guests were being seated at their assigned tables, Nick reached over and took hold of Charlie’s hand.

“Hello, my husband,” Nick cooed.

“Hi,” Charlie blushed back.

“It’s so nice to finally be alone with you,” Nick said as he started to nuzzle into Charlie’s neck.

“Nick-,” Charlie panted, “Nick, not here.”

“But I need you,” Nick groaned as he continued to mouth the soft skin beneath Charlie’s collar.

“Nick-,”

The door beside them opened, and Charlotte, the venue’s wedding co-ordinated appeared causing Nick to quickly jump back, his face flushed with embarrassment. Ever the professional, Charlotte smiled and spoke softly, “Nothing to be embarrassed about, I’ve seen it all. Are you ready to go in?”

Nick looked across at Charlie for his approval, and with a small nod and a smile, Nick turned back and confirmed, “We’re ready.”

Opening the door in front of them, Charlotte announced, “Ladies and Gentleman, please be upstanding for the happy couple, the new Mr & Mr Nelson-Spring.” As they entered the room, Nick saw everyone was standing on their feet, clapping and cheering them again as they walked between the tables to their place at the top table. A few people patted him on the shoulder as they walked past, hand in hand. Nick smiled and offered small nods to each one, pleasantly surprised to see so just how many people have turned up just for them.

As they took their seats with everyone seated around them, the pianist started playing softly in the corner of the room. Nick was looking out over the room, their friends and family chatting to one another while they waited for the food to be served.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it,” Charlie spoke softly into Nick’s ear.

“That’s just what I was thinking,” Nick said as he turned to smile at Charlie, their hands still joined under the table.

They couldn’t fit everyone they wanted at the top table, so instead of their families, Charlie was joined by Tao and Isaac while Nick was joined by Otis and Sai. While Charlie’s family were sat with Sarah and David at the next table across from theirs.

Charlie

The waiters started to come round serving the wedding breakfast. Learning from his past experiences with his eating disorder being heightened when he was anxious, Charlie and Nick had worked with the hotel to carefully plan a menu which gave people some flexibility in what they were served. Each course having two options, which their guests were asked to pick from when they RSVP’d.

Charlie watched as the waiters worked like a well-oiled machine around each of the tables. The waiters knew exactly where in the room to deliver each choice, thanks to the plan they had provided a few days ago. The only mistakes that were made happened because a couple of their guests had moved their place cards and changed the seating order. Charlie felt bad for the staff when that happened, he was sure it wasn’t an easy job to do at the best of times.

For starters their guests were given the choice of a ‘Cocktail Melon Trio’, which featured a selection of Ogen, Honey Dew and Galia Melon complemented with Fresh Grapefruit or ‘Saumon á la Mayonnaise’ which was a Poached dressed Salmon, served with salad and mayonnaise. Charlie had opted for the lighter Melon dish, knowing he could have as much or as little of the small chunks as he liked. While Nick had gone for the Salmon as it was one of his favourites.

As everyone ate, the pianist was singing along to the tunes he was playing, a medley of romantic melodies. It was difficult to hear over the gentle din of the room, but occasionally Charlie would catch a few lines, smiling when he heard their own names slipped into some of the lyrics.

Although most of his nerves about the day had now passed, Charlie still didn’t feel he could finish his starter. He wanted to make sure he didn’t overload himself before the main course, which he worried would be the biggest struggle of the meal.

Once all of what remained of the starters had been cleared, the waiters appeared with the main course. The hotel had given it a fancy French name, ‘Dinde Rôtie Garnie’, which Nick’s father would have probably approved of if he’d bothered to turn up, but really it was just a simple Roast Turkey dinner garnished with a chipolata sausage encased in Canadian bacon and sage & onion stuffing, with a side of fresh green beans, steamed broccoli florets, thin batons of carrot and a mixture of roasted  & new potatoes. It sounded like a lot when he read it out from the menu cards on the table, but once it was plated in front of him, it didn’t actually seem that bad.

Not wanting to leave anyone out, when trying to decide what option to give to their vegetarian guests they’d spoken to Olly to get his view and he was very clear when he’d told them, ‘Anything but mushrooms!” So, he and their other vegetarian guests had received ‘Crêpes des Legumes de Saison’ which was a simple French-style crepe in a light cheese sauce.

Nick

Trying not to be too obvious, Nick was watching Charlie eating out of the corner of his eye to see if everything was going ok. So, when he heard Charlie place his cutlery down with a clatter, Nick turned and struggled to fight the grin that spread across his face when he saw that his husband had cleared his plate of everything.

“How was it?” Nick asked.

“So good,” Charlie purred.

“Shall we thank our guests now, before they all start wandering around?” Nick asked.

“Let’s,” Charlie beamed as he placed his napkin down on the table. Nick stood and held his hand for his spouse to take, leading Charlie around to the tables of their guests. They took time chatting to guests at each of the tables, making sure everyone had the opportunity to speak with them and offer their congratulations.

By the time they’d made their way around all the tables, Nick could see Charlie was in need of some quiet time to recharge. Nick couldn’t blame him, he felt the same. Pulling him in close as they sat back down, he whispered in his ear, “Not long left and then we can sneak away for a little break my love.”

“Always taking care of me,” was all Charlie managed to reply with a small smile.

Pulling back as the waiters approached again, this time with the dessert course, when they’d been looking at the options with the venue, Nick had jumped at the chance to have Profiteroles Suchard, despite Charlie’s protests that he’d end up with the hot chocolate sauce all down his rented suit. After a lot of indecision, Charlie had decided their second option would be a Cranberry & Lime cheesecake, to give a very un-chocolatey option for their guests to choose as alternative.

Both desserts looked amazing, and Nick couldn’t help but try a small bite of Charlie’s cheesecake too. Although Charlie was very reluctant to let him after he’d tasted it himself and found it surprisingly light with just a hint of tartness from the layer of fruit on the top.

Chapter 4 – I now pronounce you…

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It’s time, Nick and Charlie finally walk down the aisle.

Charlie  

Originally Nick and Charlie had planned to walk separately down the aisle, but now that Charlie had seen Nick anyway, there seemed little point in them being apart for a minute longer than they had to. They informed the registrar of the change, and waited behind closed doors for all the guests to take their seats. 

“Hi,” Nick said for the first time since he arrived. 

“Hi,” Charlie smiled back, love clear in his eyes. 

“You look, amazing,” Nick cooed, casting his eyes up and down Charlie’s body. 

“Thank you,” Charlie blushed. 

“Seriously, Char, your hair, and wow I’ve never seen your dimples look so, so, hot!” 

“You can thank Elle later, this was all her,” Charlie was so grateful to her for everything she had done for him today. He didn’t know how he would ever repay her. 

“Are you, are you wearing makeup?” Nick asked curiously. 

“Yeah, is it, too much?” 

“God no, you’re breath-taking.” 

“You look pretty good yourself,” Charlie flirted, nudging Nick. 

Nick  

Nick didn’t think Charlie could look any hotter than he already did, but the makeup Elle had applied had really made his dimples pop more than they have seemed to before. Not for the first time in his life, Nick thought to himself, I’m in trouble.  

“You ready for this my love?” Nick asked taking Charlie’s hand in his. 

“Maybe,” Charlie sheepishly replied. 

“Remember, one step at a time,” Nick tried to smile reassuringly. 

“One step at time,” Charlie repeated. 

A door to the side of the little room they were waiting in opened and Charlotte, the venue’s wedding co-ordinator, popped her head around the side. “They’re ready for you guys, are you good to go?” 

Nick looked at Charlie to see if he was ready, Charlie gave a small nod. “We’re ready,” Nick confirmed. 

“Great,” Charlotte smiled, “Just as we discussed, the music will start and then the doors will open. Just take your time and walk slowly. Let everyone take you in.” With that, Charlotte disappeared again. 

“No pressure,” Charlie deadpanned. 

Squeezing his hand, Nick reminded him, “I’ll be right by your side, the whole time.” 

Paul, the pianist they had hired for the day, started playing. The opening music of Avicii’s Wake Me Up filling the room, along with the sound of shuffling chairs as everyone was asked to stand. As the melody of the instrumental version of the song began, the double doors opened, and Nick and Charlie saw their guests assembled for the first time. 

Taking a deep breath, the couple walked hand in hand, moving their feet in the strange one, together, two, together pattern that they’d been shown by Charlotte at their last pre-wedding meeting. All of their friends and family were smiling at them, Nick noticed that even Tori’s lips had an uncharacteristic curl to them as they glided past her on their way up to the front of the room. 

As the music came to an end, the guests were asked to take a seat. 

Charlie  

Charlie was facing Nick, as the registrar was talking about the ins and outs of marriage while all their friends looked on. But in that moment, Charlie focussed on Nick, as if there was no one else in the world but the two of them. Teenage Charlie would never believe this was happening, a tiny part of current Charlie couldn’t believe it was happening either, but here they were. 

When Nick started speaking in front of him, Charlie realised they were up to the vows portion of the ceremony. He’d really zoned out, getting lost in Nick’s eyes for a few minutes there. Repeating after the registrar Nick promised to love and care for Charlie, as long as they both live, his love and affection shining as brightly in his eyes as they day they first said I love you under the glow of the street lamps near Nick’s house. 

Now wasn’t the time to be thinking about that though, if Charlie thought about how Nick was still wet from the shower that day, then he wouldn’t be able to make it through the reception without getting hard. He was already craving Nick’s touch after spending just the one night apart from each other. 

When it was his turn, Charlie dutifully repeated the same promises as Nick. Promising to love him, cherish him, care for him and be by his side forever and always. He meant every word and he knew that Nick felt the same. 

Nick  

Finally, the registrar confirmed, “I know pronounce you legally husbands, you may now kiss.” And wow, what a kiss, Nick thought. The cheers and whoops from their friends felt like they were a million miles away as their lips pressed together. Neither boy wanting to be apart now they could finally embrace each other. 

Only when Tao cleared his throat loud enough for everyone to hear, did they finally, reluctantly, break apart. 

“I can’t believe anyone thought you were straight,” Darcy called out from the crowd, causing everyone to laugh. Opposite him Charlie looked so beautiful, Nick pulled him in for a hug and whispered into his ear so that only he could hear, “I love you so much.” 

As they parted once more, the registrar finally announced, “Family and Friends, please be upstanding for the newlyweds, Mr and Mr Nelson-Spring.” 

The pianist started playing again as all their guests rose to their feet, Nick and Charlie walked back down the aisle, both grinning from ear to ear. Several of their friends dabbing at the tears on their cheeks as they tried to applaud with one hand. Nick could have sworn he’d even seen Tori swiping away a rogue tear drop from the corner of her eye, but he’d never dare mention it to her. 

Speaking close to Charlie’s ear again, Nick said, “We did it baby,” causing the younger man to giggle. 

“We did,” Charlie beamed. 

Chapter 3 – It’s Time

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Nick and Charlie arrive at the wedding venue.

TW: For Anxiety and Panic Attacks, please take extra care.

Charlie

Travelling to the wedding venue really made it all start to feel real for Charlie. In a few hours he would no longer be just plain Charlie Spring, he’d be a husband to the sexiest man he’d ever met. He knows his friends have all called them Nick&Charlie since secondary school, but today it would actually become official.

In the car beside him Isaac sat squeezing his hand, sensing his anxiety spiking. He knew it wasn’t really the thought of whether or not Nick was going to turn up, everybody knew they were destined to be together. But it was starting to dawn on him exactly what today would entail.

All eyes would be on them, for the whole day. There would be no hiding, no sneaking off to be alone with Nick as they so often did at parties ever since they were young. Everyone was expecting them to be the centre of attention: – standing in front of everyone for the whole ceremony, being in all of the pictures, giving a speech at the reception. As they pulled up in the driveway of the hotel, Charlie was finding it hard to breathe.

“Are you ok?” Asked Tao from the seat opposite him.

Hitting Tao with her small clutch, Elle snarled, “Of course he’s not you idiot.” Turning to Charlie and placing a gentle hand on his knee, “Charlie darlin’, try and breathe with me ok, nice slow deep breathes.”

Charlie tried to copy Elle’s breathing, tried to get his panic attack under control. It helped a little, but sensing the eyes staring at the car outside, was making his anxiety worse. They were waiting for him to get out and walk inside, but he was frozen in place. What must they be thinking? Did they think he had cold feet? Did they think he was going to leave Nick standing at the altar alone?

“Tao, get everyone inside and clear us a path,” Elle barked. Giving a mini salute, Tao got out of the car along with Isaac, leaving Charlie and Elle alone. Together the boys made quick work of getting all the lingering guests away from the car and inside the hotel. Elle fired off a quick text, and when she had a reply that the coast was clear, she gently spoke again, “Listen to me Charlie, I want you to try and focus on my voice and nothing else, ok.”

After hesitating, Charlie gave a tiny nod for Elle to continue, “We’re going to take this one step at a time. First, we need to get you out of this car, then you and me, we’re going to go up to the hotel room they’ve booked for you and Nick.”

“But it won’t be ready, they said we couldn’t use it until this evening,” Charlie protested weakly.

“Don’t worry about what they said, it’s all taken care of. Now do you think you can manage getting out of the car with me?”

Charlie nodded again, choosing to trust his dear friend. Elle opened the door of the car and stepped out, before facing Charlie and holding out her hands to help ease him up out of the car onto the gravel driveway that led up to the hotel’s entrance.

“That’s it,” she cooed, “I’ve had Tao and Isaac move all your guests further inside the hotel, so we’re going to sneak you up the stairs without anyone seeing, okay?”

Another nod and Elle was slowly guiding Charlie inside the hotel and up the stairs, helping him with his breathing as they went. Isaac subtly passed Elle a keycard as they moved past him, and within a few minutes the pair were safely inside the room. Charlie sat down on the edge of the bed, and Elle crouched down in front of him. His breathing had eased a little, but he was still in a state of panic.

Hearing a ding of a new text message being received, Elle quickly checked her phone and after firing off a quick response, tucked it back into her purse.

“Who was that?” Charlie shakily managed to ask.

“Don’t you worry about that, you just focus on breathing for me ok, in…and out…in….and out.”

There was a gentle tap on the door.

“Who’s that? I don’t want to see anyone Elle, please,” Charlie begged, his breathing quickening once more.

“It’s okay, you’re ok, trust me,” Elle said, before she released Charlie’s hands and raised to her feet. As she headed toward the door, Charlie’s eyes darted around the room; he could dash to the bathroom, lock himself in, but then he’d be trapped and feel even worse.

“Char?” The honey soaked voice of his future husband wafted over him from the doorway.

“Nick?” Charlie squeaked, sounding so lost. Nick rushed across the room to wrap Charlie in his arms; holding him close and letting him find comfort in his familiar frame.

Nick

Looking out of the car window at the gorgeous sunshine as they rode to the hotel, Nick felt so happy. All the planning, and there was a lot of planning, was finally culminating in today, their special day. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky, perfect weather for all the photos they had planned around the grounds of the country house hotel they’d booked for the day.

When they’d been planning their wedding, they had looked at a number of venues. Neither of them was religious, so a church service wasn’t appropriate, they considered a registry office but that felt a little too impersonal.

When they discovered the possibility of having the wedding and the reception at the same venue, they knew that was the way they wanted to go. They’d been to all too many of their friends weddings where people had got lost along the way between the ceremony and the reception when they had to relocate.

They first considered booking the hotel where they’d shared their first kiss, until memories of both Harry and Ben from that night made them decide to find somewhere that didn’t have any painful memories attached to it. So, when they came across The Lodge, a cute country house hotel that they could have exclusive use of, they both fell in love with it.

Pulling into the large gravel driveway, Nick felt like he was floating on air. He could see the car Charlie had arrived in just driving off, so he knew his baby was inside waiting for him. As they pulled up though, Nick could sense something was wrong. Isaac was standing by the door waiting for them, and that wasn’t part of the plan.

Rushing out of the car in a panic, Nick asked Isaac, “What’s happened? Where’s Charlie?”

“Elle took him upstairs, we think he started to have a panic attack as the car pulled up,” Isaac calmly informed Nick.

“I need to see him, Isaac, take me to him, please,” the last word almost a desperate sob. Isaac nodded and led Nick inside and up the stairs to the suite.

“Thank you, Isaac,” Nick said sincerely before facing the door. Taking a deep breathe, Nick knocked gently, knowing he didn’t want to spook Charlie if he was still in a state of panic. It felt like it took a lifetime for the door to open as he waited, he needed to see that Charlie was ok.

The door opened a fraction, and Nick saw Elle standing just behind it. When she saw it was him, she opened the door wide enough so he could softly slip inside. He saw immediately his beautiful boy looking so afraid at the end of the bed. He called out, “Char?” From where he stood by the door.

Charlie didn’t turn towards him, but Nick heard him call for him so quietly. Immediately Nick rushed over and wrapped himself around Charlie’s smaller body. Engulfing him in his arms, hoping that feeling him close would comfort him and help him to feel safe.

“You’re not supposed to see me before the wedding,” Charlie mumbled into Nick’s strong chest, not letting go now that his own arms had wrapped around Nick too.

Nick giggled, “Hush, baby, you needed me, and I came. I will always come when you need me.” Nick ran has fingers softly through Charlie’s curls.

“Mind the hair, that took me ages,” Elle called from the other side of the room.

Nick and Charlie both looked towards her, neither remembering they weren’t alone. Sinking down to his knees so that he was eye level with his fiancé, Nick asked, “What happened baby?”

“My stupid brain as always,” Charlie said dejectedly.

Giving him a knowing look, Nick simply replied, “Talk to me, Char.”

Taking another deep breath, Charlie filled Nick in on what caused his panic attack to start in the first place. His nerves about today, and all eyes being on them.

When he had finished, Nick tentatively asked, “Do you, do you not want to get married?”

“What?! No, of course I do, Nick. I just…the thought of everything I have to do, while being the centre of attention. it’s…a lot,” Charlie sighed before continuing, “Honestly, I know it’s silly. I know we’ve planned everything in such amazing detail that there shouldn’t be any surprises, but..”

“Do I need to ban buts as well as Sorry?” Nick smirked, “It’s not silly if it’s how you feel.”

“I know…I do. Everything today has just felt a little…off. Ever since I didn’t wake up next to you for the first time in forever.”

“You know that was your idea, right? And for the record, I never want to wake up without you by my side again.” Nick kissed Charlie on the forehead as he giggled.

“As for today, everything is something we have to do. Together, Char, you won’t be alone. I will be by your side all day and we will take everything one step at a time, okay?”

“Okay,” Charlie nodded, a small smile creeping across his face.

Chapter 2 – Getting Ready

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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.

Chapter 1 – Waking Up Alone

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It’s finally here, Nick & Charlie’s wedding day, but will everything go to plan.

Although this story can be read on its own, it does follow a series of fics that are mentioned in part during this story.

CW: Mentions of Eating Disorders, OCD and Anxiety.

Nick  

Nick was rudely awoken to a loud banging sound on the bedroom door. As his eyes slowly opened, adjusting to the sun streaming in through the window, he wasn’t sure where he was. He reached over to Charlie’s side of the bed and found he wasn’t there. In fact, Charlie’s whole side of the bed was gone.  

Looking around Nick realised he wasn’t in his and Charlie’s bed. He was in his old childhood bedroom, his fairy lights still hanging above the window where he hung them as a child. The wallpaper had faded around the spots where pictures of his favourite people used to be stuck up on the walls, well mainly pictures of him and Charlie. The same pictures that now lined the walls of their home together.  

The banging on the door continued and matched the beat of the throbbing in Nick’s head. “Nick, man, it’s time to get up.” It took a moment for Nick to realise it was Otis calling through the door. What was he doing here? Nick thought this must all be a dream. He’d wake up in a minute and he’d be at home, with Charlie by his side as always.  

“I’m coming in,” Otis called out again when Nick didn’t reply. When Otis opened the door, Nick saw him enter the room dressed in a full 3-piece suit.  

“Why are you dressed like that?” Nick asked, still dazed and confused.  

Otis laughed, “Did you forget you’re getting married today?”  

“Oh,” Nick sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. “I guess I did.”  

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Otis placed a hand on Nick’s knee and asked gently, “How’s your head mate?”  

Rubbing his forehead to try and ease the pain, Nick grunted, “Throbbing.”  

“We thought it might be,” Otis said nodding to the bedside table. “Your Mum left you some paracetamol and a glass of water to help.” Taking the glass and a couple of the pills, Nick eagerly swallowed them down in the hope they would quickly get to work easing the drumbeat playing out inside his head.  

“I don’t even remember getting here last night,” Nick croaked, his throat scratchy.  

“I’m not surprised, you were pretty out of it. We had to practically carry you up here.”  

Nick blushed, “Sorry, mate.”  

“It’s cool,” Otis reassured him, “Now let’s get you up and ready shall we, Charlie will kill me if you’re late today.”  

“Well Charlie probably won’t, but Tao might murder you,” Nick joked, “or send you a strongly worded DM.” Sharing a laugh with his friend, before the headache reminded him of its presence.  

Reluctantly climbed out of bed, Nick nearly tripped over his discarded trainers that were scattered on the floor from the night before. He went to reach for his phone, but Otis grabbed it before he could.  

“Hey, what are you doing? I need that,” Nick protested.  

“Nope! We agreed, no contact with Charlie until you’re both down that aisle. That includes phones,” Otis scolded, pocketing Nick’s phone in the inside of his suit jacket.  

“How do you know I was going to contact Charlie?” Nick asked, “I might have just wanted to check the weather forecast.”  

Shaking his head, Otis said, “Because I know you Nick Nelson! You can’t go five minutes without speaking to your Charlie. In just a couple of hours, you can speak to him all you want for the rest of your lives. Until then, no phones!”  

Nick crossed his arms over his chest and pouted, “But…”  

“No, buts! Now go get in that shower and be quick about it,” Otis scolded before leaving Nick alone.  

Nick took a moment to take it all in, today was the day. He’d finally be marrying the love of his life and he couldn’t wait. Shrugging off his clothes from the night before, Nick headed across the hall just as he had hundreds of times before, to get showered ahead of his big day.  

Charlie  

Charlie woke up far too early, he was an odd combination of being too excited and too nervous to sleep in. He looked at the clock on his bedside table, it was only 7am. His friends wouldn’t be arriving until 8:30 to start getting ready. But now that he was up, he couldn’t just lay in bed doing nothing. Getting himself up and showered didn’t take long, so Charlie changed into one of Nick’s hoodies and a pair of comfortable jeans and headed down to the kitchen to make breakfast.  

Despite his nerves about today, Charlie forced himself to eat. Years of living with an eating disorder, he knew there was a possibility his anxiety would get the better of him, so he’d planned out an easy to eat breakfast. It wasn’t much, but it should be enough to sustain him until they got to the reception. He didn’t want a repeat of their trip to Paris, where he collapsed in the middle of the Louvre into Nick’s arms.  

Once he’d finished up the mix of fruit and granola that he’d prepared before he went out on his stag do, Charlie set about washing up his dish. But he didn’t stop there, once that was done, he kept on cleaning. Wiping down every surface in the kitchen, scrubbing them until they were spotless. He was about to start reorganising the cupboards when the doorbell rang.  

Forgetting he was still wearing rubber gloves, Charlie went to see who was interrupting him. Opening the door, he was happy to see one of his best friends, Elle, standing outside, with Tao dragging a huge suitcase up the path behind her.  

“CHARLIEEEE,” she screeched pulling him into a hug. When Tao reached the pair, he asked, “What have you got in here, bricks?” having struggled with the heavy bag.  

Releasing Charlie from her embrace, she smiled, “Just the essentials.” Charlie pulled his oldest friend in for a hug too as he welcomed them both inside.  

“Why are you wearing rubber gloves?” Tao asked as they broke apart.  

Charlie looked down at his hands, “Oh, I forgot I was.” He pulled them off and tossed them into the sink in the kitchen. Recognising the telltale signs of Charlie’s OCD, she tried to reassure him, “It’ll all be great you know.”  

Sighing, Charlie blurted out his biggest fear, “But what if he’s changed his mind and doesn’t show up.”  

Before Elle had a chance to reply, Tao spoke up, “That’s nonsense Charlie Spring and you know it! That man absolutely adores you and would literally do anything for you. He would be there even if he had to fight his way through hordes of flesh-eating zombies.”  

Elle and Charlie both stood staring at Tao, it was a far cry from the boy who had threatened to murder Nick all those years ago if he messed Charlie around. The doorbell rang again, “that’ll be Isaac, I’ll get it,” Elle offered, heading to the door to welcome their friend in.  

Slumping down into one of the chairs in their breakfast nook, Charlie sighed, “I know, I do know. But you know what my brain is like.”  

Walking into the kitchen, Isaac placed his book down on the table and wordlessly pulled Charlie in for a hug. “Hello,” Charlie cooed, relaxing in his friends arms. Now he was surrounded by his friends, he could feel some of the anxiety oozing out of him. They had his back, just as much as Nick did.  

Elle and Tao both wrapped their arms around the pair and made it into a group hug. Charlie had never felt so happy to have so many people who loved him for who he is, regardless of his insecurities.  

As they all let Charlie come up for air, Elle took hold of his hand to pull him up out of the chair, “Come on you, we’ve got a wedding to get ready for.” Leading him up the stairs to his and Nick’s bedroom to start preparing.  

Deck the Halls

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It’s time to put up the Christmas decorations in the Nelson-Spring house.

This was written as a birthday gift for my good friend Thrivy.

Nick was passing box after box of Christmas decorations down to Charlie from their storage place up in the loft. Boxes full of tinsel, baubles and tree decorations collected from Christmas markets and gifted to them from friends and family over their years together; things that represented not just the two of them, but also the people they cared about.

There were pride baubles of the MLM and Bi flags to represent the pair, joined by a range of decorations representing the Trans, Ace, lesbian flag and non-binary flags to show their love for Elle, Isaac, Tara and Darcy. These all sat alongside tiny baking utensils, mini books and little dogs representing Nick’s childhood pets Nellie and Henry.

The only thing they had more of than the tree decorations were their Christmas lights. Charlie had never been allowed Christmas lights growing up under Jane’s roof, so when Nick and Charlie moved in together, Nick vowed that they would have more lights than anyone else on their street and he didn’t disappoint. There were lights for the outside of the house, lights for the tree, even lights to put up inside the windows. Christmas was a big deal in the Nelson-Spring household.

Passing down one last box, Nick called down, “I think that’s the last of them.”

“Great,” Charlie replied, carrying the cardboard box into the lounge to join the rest of them that had piled up. Setting it down on top of another box, he opened the flaps on the top and started pulling out the first strings of lights from inside. No matter how carefully they put them away each year, somehow they still got tangled together in an unrecognisable mess by the time Christmas rolled around the following year.

Just as Charlie was starting to make some headway with releasing the twisted mess of wires, a big pair of hands wrapped around his waist and made him jump. The lights chose that exact moment to break free, sending the pair tumbling to the ground. Turning over so he was facing his husband, Charlie exclaimed, “Nick! You giant rugby idiot!”

Nick rolled them both over so he was on top of Charlie, causing him to giggle. “I know you love it,” Nick cooed as he leaned down to start kissing down Charlie’s neck.

“Nick,” Charlie said breathlessly as Nick licked and sucked at his soft skin. Encouraged by the excited sounds coming from his younger husband, he started grinding his hips against the tight material of Charlie’s jeans. His own growing erection tenting his tracksuit bottoms as he enjoyed the friction of the movement between them.

“Nick, we’ll never get the decorations up if you don’t stop,” Charlie whined, conflicted by the sensations of Nick rubbing against him and knowing they need to get the decorations sorted before they can actually use their lounge again.

“So,” was all Nick said as he switched to nipping at the other side of Charlie’s neck. Nick knew exactly what he was doing, he’d spent countless hours learning every inch of his man’s body. By this point he knew it better than his own. His hand reached up under Charlie’s jumper, caressing the smooth skin underneath as he continued to writhe against him.

Nick let his hand move lower to ghost over Charlie’s cock through the tight skinny jeans, eliciting a moan from the smaller man. Capturing his lips between his teeth, Nick gently bit them before running his tongue over the area, soothing the skin before slipping his tongue inside. The pair passionately made out as Nick straddled Charlie’s body, his hand rubbing the erection now straining to escape his love’s clothing.

Determined to not let Nick have all the fun, while he was distracted Charlie wrapped his legs around Nick’s and in one swift motion, used all his strength to flip them over so that Nick was now the one underneath him. It was now Charlie’s turn to take control, slipping his hand under the waistband of Nick’s tracksuit bottoms.

“No underwear?” Charlie asked as he looked down into Nick’s eyes, his hand gripped around the base of his husband’s rock hard boner.

“Easy access,” Nick whispered, trying to reach up and capture Charlie’s lips again, frustrated that they were just out of his reach.

“So bad,” Charlie teased as he stroked Nick’s length painfully slowly.

Nick couldn’t take the slow pace that Charlie was setting, he needed more. He flipped them again so that he was back on top, returning to dry humping his husband as he had been doing before. Loving the feeling of their bodies pressed against each other.

Charlie’s hands reached for the back of Nick’s tracksuit bottoms, pulling them down to squeeze the mounds of his peach fuzz-covered cheeks, making Nick moan. He loved when Charlie played with his bum, knowing it usually led to Nick being filled in the best way possible.

Charlie’s fingers dipped into the crevice between Nick’s delicious peach, searching for his hole. Just as things were heating up, the doorbell rang. The two men froze, “Maybe if we keep quiet they’ll go away,” Charlie whispered. 

But it was too late, as they heard the sound of the door opening.

“Shit,” the pair whispered in unison, trying to stand up but they couldn’t.

“The bloody Christmas lights,” Nick whined. They had become tangled around the pair as they’d been rolling about on the carpet. They were stuck together and didn’t have time to break free before the door to the lounge was opening.

“Hi boys, I hope it’s okay that I let myself in,” Sarah called as she opened the door to the lounge.

“Oh my!” she exclaimed, quickly looking away, “I’ll just – kitchen –,” she stammered before hurriedly closing the door.

Nick and Charlie looked at each other and after a moment’s pause, burst out laughing. The pair struggled to untangle themselves from the chaos of wires and glass bulbs, the shimmying from Charlie against his body as he tried to release them, not helping Nick’s erection to go down.

Once they were finally free and presentable again, Charlie whispered into Nick’s ear, “We’ll pick this up later,” before spanking one of his cheeks as he skipped off with a smirk to join Sarah in the kitchen. Nick’s blush bloomed across his face and it took him another few minutes for him to calm down enough to go join his family.

Under the Mistletoe

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Instead of January as in the comics/show, what if the form groups changed in September, the start of a new school year, with Nick Nelson and Charlie Spring placed next to each other in form, they become friends.

Before Charlie would have met Ben, and just before the Christmas Ball is announced…

“Settle down, Hamlet house. I have an announcement to make.” Mr Lange called as the pupils in his form room continued chatting around the room.

“I said, settle down!” he shouted again, prompting the boys to shut up.

“Some exciting news for you,” he began with all the enthusiasm of a limp lettuce, “In two weeks, Truham will be hosting the annual Truham-Higgs Christmas Ball.”

The pupils in the room groaned, “Enough of that. All year 11s are required to go, while it’s optional for everyone else.”

“What!”

“Sir, that’s not fair,” cried some of  the year 11 boys in the class.

“I don’t care if it’s fair, it’s happening. Now keep it down until the bell please,” Mr Lange finished.

The Christmas Ball was yet another event that Truham and Higgs schools were jointly organising as a way to encourage socialisation between the boys and girls of each school. The leadership teams of both schools thought that, although their educations were separate, it was important that the students still learn to interact with the opposite sex, in a ‘safe and controlled’ environment.

Mr Lange broke the news in late November, as well as the grumbles and groans of the year 11s being forced to go, some were groaning because they didn’t have someone to go with. 

After the announcement, Nick turned to Charlie and begged him to go along with him, “Please Char, you can’t leave me with Harry and his mates, please.”

Charlie wasn’t able to say no to Nick’s puppy dog eyes, “Urgh, fine, I’ll go, just stop with the eyes you dork,” Charlie teased.

When the bell rang signalling the end of form, the two friends parted and headed to their separate classes for the day.

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In science class, Charlie sat with two of his best friends, Tao and Isaac.

“Hey guys, are you going to this Christmas ball?”

“I don’t really think it’s my scene,” Isaac softly replied.

“Won’t it be all lovey-dovey couples,” Tao grumped.

“N-no, I mean, it could be fun. We could all go together,” Charlie suggested.

“Why?” Tao asked, suspicion in his voice. 

Hanging his head in frustration for a moment, he looked at his friends again to beg, “Please guys, Nick’s asked me to tag along with him and I’m worried he’ll abandon me for all his rugby mates and I don’t want to look all pathetic stuck on my own. Pleeeaaassseee.”

Tai raised an eyebrow at him, while Isaac just replied, “Interesting.”

Continuing with his own puppy dog eyes, Tao eventually relented, “Ok, we’ll come.”

“Yay, thank you,” Charlie cooed.

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When the time came for the Christmas Ball, Nick and Charlie were joined by Tao, Isaac, their friend Elle, and her friends from Higgs, Darcy and Tara. They entered the main school hall at Truham, which had been turned into a magical winter wonderland. Mounds of fake snow were piled up, blue gauze hung from the walls and snowflakes were hanging at different levels from the ceiling above, swaying in the breeze from the open hall doors.

“Wow, it’s not…totally crap,” Elle said as she gazed around the room.

“Yeah, they actually put some effort into it,” Darcy added.

“What do you think Char?” Nick asked his younger friend.

“Char?”

“That, erm, that just slipped out,” Nick blushed.

“I liked it,” Charlie gently teased.

“Well, now I’m never calling you it again,” Nick smiled with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

The friends gathered around a table at the side, positioned to allow a dance floor to take up the centre of the hall. Glancing around the room, Charlie mused, “Everything’s so pretty.”

Staring at Charlie instead of the decorations, Nick breathlessly replied, “Yeah.”

Isaac watched on as his friend was completely oblivious to Nick’s obvious interest in him. He started to formulate a plan, but he’d need some help.

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“So you know what to do,” Isaac asked.

“Well duh,” Darcy mocked.

“Great, let’s go. Good luck.”

Isaac watched as Darcy headed to the table where Nick and Charlie were now sitting alone. They slid into the seat next to Nick and slung an arm around his shoulders.

“Nicholas, my guy, Tara really needs your help, she’s getting some grief off some of the rugby boys,” Darcy lied like a pro.

Groaning, Nick turned to Charlie, “Sorry, do you mind if I go help her?”

“Of course not, go,” Charlie smiled but not enough to bring out his dimples.

“I’ll be right back, I promise,” Nick said, staring slightly too long at Charlie’s face causing the boy to blush.

As soon as Isaac saw Nick leave the table, he headed over to sit on the other side of Charlie.

“Hey, how’s it going?” Isaac asked, out of politeness.

Charlie put his head down on the circular table in front of him, “Why does he have to be so hot, Isaac,” his voice muffled by the tablecloth.

“Oh Charlie,” Isaac said, placing a hand on his shoulders, “come on, let’s get our picture taken with some fake snowballs.”

Charlie looked up and smiled. Isaac knew his friend wouldn’t say no, not when it was so rare he asked for anything from him. Standing up the pair headed to one of the fake snow mounds, set up for pictures to be taken. Isaac made sure to place Charlie just right, on the left of the sculpture.

They posed for a couple of photos when Darcy returned with Nick. He was so distracted by her antics that he didn’t see Charlie and collided into his back.

“Sorry,” both boys said as Charlie turned to see what had hit him.

“Oh would you look at that,” Darcy cooed, pointing above the boys’ heads.

“Is that-“ Nick started, “Mistletoe,” Charlie finished.

“Guess you have to kiss now,” Darcy smiled mischievously.

“What? No, Nick doesn’t have to do that, it’s just a silly tradition,” Charlie babbled before Nick placed his finger on Charlie’s lips to stop him.

“I want to,” was all Nick said, causing Charlie’s eyes to go wide with shock.

Worried he’d said the wrong thing, Nick asked, “Is that- would that be ok?”

Charlie nodded, stunned into silence and not trusting his voice any more. Nick moved his finger and leaned down to replace it with his lips. It was a soft, gentle kiss. But in that moment, it felt like nothing else mattered but them.

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Baking Hearts

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Inspired by the October 2024 prompt “I love you, but you drive me crazy”.

David is introducing his partner to Nick and Charlie.

Charlie woke to the most glorious scents coming from the kitchen, the bed beside him empty and cold. The alarm clock on the bedside table read 06:11.

Instinctively he knew something was up, the only reason Nick would be up and baking this early on a Sunday morning was if he was stressed. Normally they would spend their Sunday mornings lazily kissing and caressing each other’s bodies before they got up around 10 to make breakfast together.

Reluctantly climbing out of bed, Charlie grabbed one of Nick’s jumpers and a pair of joggers to keep him warm before he headed downstairs to see his boyfriend. When he reached the kitchen, it was like a bomb had exploded, coating every surface with flour and cake mix.

There were trays of cupcakes cooling, croissants piled up haphazardly where they’d been brushed off a tray so that it could no doubt be used for baking more.

Trying not to startle him, Charlie hesitantly called out, “Nick?” When the older boy turned, Charlie asked, “What’s going on?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” was all Nick said before turning back to rolling out some pastry on top of an uncluttered piece of their worktop. Charlie approached and placed a delicate hand on Nick’s bicep.

“Nick, it’s not even 7am yet. How long have you been baking?”

Nick shrugged in response. Charlie took hold of his forearms, encouraging him to release the rolling pin he was holding. Guiding him to the dining table at the side of the room, he eased them both down onto the chairs facing each other. 

“What’s wrong, my love? You know it’s not normal to turn our kitchen into an explosion of baked goods this early on a Sunday morning.”

“We have guests coming,” Nick replied, hoping that would be enough to satisfy his boyfriend.

But Charlie knew better, “Nope, this is not a normal level of baking for your brother coming over. Spill Nelson!”

“Urgh, I hate that you know me so well.”

“It’s because I love you Nick, you drive me crazy sometimes, but I love you,” Charlie placed a kiss on Nick’s knuckles before continuing. “Are you worried about seeing your brother? I thought you two had patched things up?”

“It’s,” Nick paused, sighing. “It’s not seeing him, it’s the fact he wants to introduce his girlfriend to Me. I’d get it if he wanted me, us, there when he introduced someone new to Mum. But he said he wanted to introduce her to us first, and I just have a bad feeling about it.”

“So you decided that rather than talk to me, your boyfriend, you’d use up all the eggs in Kent and start a new business from our kitchen?”

Nick laughed, “I suppose it is a little crazy, when you put it like that.”

“Look, I don’t know why David doesn’t want Sarah here, but I’m sure it’ll all make sense once he comes over later. Until then, there is no point fretting over the unknown, is there?”

“When did you get so wise?” Nick smiled.

“Years of therapy,” Charlie joked before pulling Nick to his feet, “Come on, let’s get you, and this place, cleaned up.”

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Once they had gotten both Nick and the kitchen cleaned up, the pair had an early breakfast before David was due at 11. Charlie did his best to distract Nick with kisses at every possible opportunity.

Just after 11 the doorbell rang and Nick jumped from the sofa like someone had lit his trousers on fire.

“Nick, calm down before you have a heart attack will you,” Charlie walked to open the front door while Nick took a few deep breaths.

“Hi Charlie,” David smiled.

“Hi David, on your own?” Charlie asked, confused seeing David on his own on the doorstep.

“Not for long, work was really busy,” David confirmed as he walked inside and took off his coat.

“Oh ok, come on through,” Charlie led David into the living room where Nick was pacing.

“Hi little bro.”

“Hi,” Nick looked at David with one eyebrow raised. Before he could ask why David had turned up alone, the doorbell rang again.

“That’ll be your new girl,” Charlie announced cheerily, heading to the door with the Nelson brothers following behind him.

Opening the door, Charlie was surprised by the new arrival, “Oliver? We weren’t expecting you today?”

“Hello to you too dear brother,” Olly said as he stepped around Charlie and inside.

After greeting Nick he turned to David, “Hi sweetheart, missed you,” he said before standing up on tiptoes to kiss him passionately, causing Charlie and Nick’s jaws to drop open.

“What’s going on?” Nick and Charlie said in unison.

Releasing David’s lips but not letting him go, Olly asked, “You didn’t tell them?”

“I was waiting for you to arrive,” David shrugged.

Rolling his eyes, Olly stepped back from David, held out his arms and with a smile declared, “Surprise!”

“But…you’re straight,” Nick stated, pointing at his brother.

I’m pan actually,” David mocked, remembering the way Nick had ‘come out’ to him all those years ago.

“But…he’s my little brother,” Charlie whined.

“I’m hardly a child!” Olly replied.

“It’s incest!” Charlie protested.

“He’s not my brother,” David said snarkily.

“Hang on a second,” Nick interrupted, “When you found out I was bi, you were a real dick to me and to Charlie.”

“I know,” David said, looking down at the floor. “I’m sorry, my therapist has helped me to see that I was internalising…a lot…back then.”

Nick and Charlie both looked stunned, while Olly just looked up at him with pride in his eyes.

“You went to therapy?” Nick asked.

“Yeah, I was a real dick, but if I wanted to be with my Ollypop, then I needed to be better,” David said, smiling at Olly.

“Ollypop?” Charlie gagged.

“Oh please, you and Nick are far worse,” Olly chipped in.

“How long has this been going on?” Nick asked.

“About a year.”

“A year!” Nick and Charlie shouted in unison.

A Spider’s Kiss

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Nick and Charlie are going to a costume party, and Nick has picked out the costumes.

Nick opened the door to his bedroom where Charlie had been getting ready. Charlie was looking at himself in the mirror as he mused, “Why did I let you pick the outfits this year?”

“Because you love me,” Nick smiled back, seeing Charlie in the skin-tight costume he’d picked out for his boyfriend, “and I persuaded you with the promise of a certain kiss.” Nick thought back to the phone call from a year ago, things were so different back then. Charlie was in the hospital, and it felt like his world had just ended until that call finally broke through, shattering the painful silence.

As Charlie turned around to face him, Nick’s smile grew wider as he got to appreciate the full view of the Spider-Man man suit he was wearing. Charlie was still skinny, but he got more and more comfortable with his body, at least when he was with Nick anyway. So seeing the way this costume emphasised everything that Nick loved about Charlie’s sexy body, Nick was sure there would be cartoon hearts in his eyes like something out of Roger Rabbit.

When he saw Nick in his outfit for the first time, Charlie burst out, “Oh My God, Nick!”

“What? Don’t you like it?” Nick asked, smoothing his hands down the tight leather trousers he’d somehow managed to squeeze into.

Unable to control his laughing, Charlie breathlessly replied, “You…you look like Imogen.”

“What?” Nick asked, his head turning to the side in his trademark Nick Nelson confused look, before he walked over to the mirror to see for himself. Looking at his reflection for the first time, Nick panicked, “I swear it’s supposed to be Mary Jane! Do you think everyone’s going to think I’ve come as Imogen!”

Laughing harder now at Nick’s reaction, all Charlie could manage was, “Yes!”

“Oh god! What will Imogen say?”  Nick groaned, putting his head in his hands. He was wearing a sleeveless pink top, with an amply stuffed bra underneath, paired with a pair of deep red leather trousers. Unfortunately the costume shop didn’t have the right colour wig for Mary Jane, so the long wig he was given didn’t look like the character, but unfortunately did make him look like Imogen.

Taking pity on his boyfriend, Charlie placed his hand on Nick’s bare shoulder and tried to comfort him, “It’ll be fine, no one will be looking at you once they see me in this!”

Nick looked up from his hands and let his eyes roam over Charlie’s body again, “It doesn’t leave anything to the imagination, does it.”

“Nope, but when you have an ass this good, why hide it,” Charlie teased as he wiggled his behind in front of his boyfriend.

Nick groaned again, this time reaching forward and squeezing Charlie’s ass, “I just want to bury my face between those cheeks and never come up for air. Do we have to go to the party?” Nick started nuzzling into Charlie’s neck to try and seal the deal, knowing it was one of the things Charlie loved the most.

“Nick,” Charlie gasped, “Nick, we have to go. Everyone’s expecting us.”

Relenting, Nick moved from Charlie’s neck and gave him a final peck before replying, “Fine, I see how it is.”

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Nick drove them the short distance to Sahar’s house, who was hosting the Halloween party again this year. Nick had no idea how she managed to convince her parents after the amount of alcohol that was drunk at last year’s party, but after how last year ended for him, he was grateful for a do-over. Last year when he hadn’t spoken to Charlie for two months while he’d been in the hospital, he’d ended the night crying into Tao’s costume on the floor.

They didn’t speak. Tao just held him and let him cry until the tears all dried up. Their unspoken bond, their love for Charlie, breaking down the barriers that had once existed between them. Although neither of them has mentioned what happened since, it had brought the pair closer together, and Nick knew that Tao would stand by his side and fight for him just as fiercely as he would for Elle, Isaac or Charlie.

With Charlie by his side, Nick was whole again, and he was looking forward to enjoying this first Halloween together as a couple. Turning into Sahar’s road, the street was lined on both sides with badly parked cars. Driving round the block, eventually he found a space a couple of streets away. Nick idly wondered if he would be being too obvious if he walked a couple of paces behind Charlie so he could stare at his ass some more.

Hurrying round to the passenger door, Nick held out his hand for Charlie to take. “Such a sap,” Charlie giggled as he took hold of Nick’s hand and allowed him to help him out.

They walked hand in hand, Nick tried to hang back a bit but Charlie pulled him forward, “I see what you’re doing,” he teased. They came to a stop and Nick pulled Charlie into his arms so they could kiss, his hands creeping down to grab Charlie again. Pulling their lips apart, Charlie teased, “Don’t start something you can’t finish, Nicholas.”

“Oooohhhh,” Nick groaned, rolling his head back. Reluctantly they pulled apart and continued to walk hand in hand towards Sahar’s house. Pausing outside, Charlie pulled up the attached mask over his face to complete the look. Heading inside hand in hand, they were immediately greeted by everyone they knew over the noise of the music blasting throughout the house.

“How does everyone know it’s me?” Charlie asked Nick close to his ear.

“Erm, it may have to do with you holding my hand,” Nick teased before adding on, “and the fact that we’re always inseparable,” causing Charlie to giggle; Nick loved that sound so much, he didn’t think he’d ever get bored of it.

“Hi guys,” Sahar called out behind them. “So glad you could…” she started before the couple turned around, “Why have you come as Imogen?”

Nick groaned, “Urgh, I’ve not come as Imogen!”

Charlie giggled beside him, “Told you.”

“So who are you then?” Sahar asked.

“I’m Mary Jane!” Nick protested, but Sahar just looked at him blankly. “From Spider-Man,” Nick added, exasperated.

“Ohhh,” Sahar replied, “Never seen it.” The look of shock across Nick’s face had both Sahar and Charlie cracking up.

“Not everyone loves Marvel like you do, Nicholas,” Charlie said, poking his boyfriend in the side. “Come on, let’s get a drink,” he added, dragging him away to the kitchen.

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Charlie spent most of the evening sitting on Nick’s lap, with Nick’s arms around him, as their friends came and went from the sofa they’d perched themselves on. It was almost like they were holding court in Sahar’s front room, but neither boy really cared. They were both just so happy to be with each other.

“So why are you dressed as Imogen?” Tao asked, sitting down on the sofa.

“I’m not dressed as Imogen!” Nick said for what he felt was the hundredth time of the night, each time causing Charlie to chuckle even harder than the last.

“Next year, I’m letting you pick the costumes,” Nick conceded to Charlie.

“See, I make good choices,” Charlie teased.

“So who are you then?” Tao asked.

“I’m Mary Jane,” Nick replied, but seeing the blank look on Tao’s face he added, “Peter Parker’s girlfriend.”

“Right,” Tao said, “Why?”

Frustrated, Nick buried his face in Charlie’s shoulder. So Charlie explained, “It was his way of getting me to be Spider-Man, he promised we’d recreate the upside kiss,” then turning to Nick he added, “Which I still haven’t had, by the way!”

Nick started tickling Charlie’s sides making him squirm in Nick’s lap.

“Nick… Nick stop it,” Charlie struggled between giggles. Nick stopped his tickling and pulled Charlie back in close again.

Playfully hitting Nick, Charlie spoke again, “Let me up, I need the bathroom.”

Doing as he was told, Nick opened his arms so Charlie could carefully clamber off Nick’s lap, before leaving he said, “When I come back, I’m claiming my kiss.”

“Looking forward to it,” Nick blushed.

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When the familiar sight of a Spider-Man mask appeared alongside him, resting upside down over the back of the sofa, a broad smile spread across Nick’s face. This moment would make all the times he’d had to explain his costume tonight worth it.

Nick carefully rolled the bottom of the mask down in the same way Mary Jane did in the movie, and when their lips connected Nick wasn’t sure why but something felt off. Sure, he’d never kissed anyone upside down before, but this felt like more than that. Before he could work out what it was, he heard a small, fragile voice call behind him, “Nick?”

Nick’s head spun around so quickly, he wasn’t sure how the wig had stayed on. “Charlie? But if you’re there, who’s this?”

Tao grabbed hold of the hood of the mysterious masked man and pulled it off to reveal the man inside.

“Ben!” Nick gasped, looking at the smug face of his boyfriend’s former abuser.

“I think I’m going to be sick,” Charlie announced before he ran back off in the direction of the bathroom.

Ben tried to run away, but Tao grabbed hold of his suit to stop him, “No, you don’t!”

“Charlie,” Nick called as he ran after his boyfriend. Grumbling along the way about how fast Charlie was compared to him. Nick reached the bathroom door moments after Charlie and found it locked. He gently knocked on the door and spoke softly through it, “Char? Char, please let me in.”

Getting no response, Nick tried again, “Char, please, I swear I didn’t know it was Ben. Please, Charlie.” Nick heard Charlie vomiting from the other side of the door and felt the tears start streaming down his own cheeks.

“Charlie, I love you, please baby, please open the door,” Nick begged.

Nick heard the lock on the door click open before Charlie eased it open, tentatively. Seeing the tears streaming down Charlie’s cheeks, Nick wasn’t sure which he wanted more, to pull Charlie into his arms or to punch Ben’s pathetic smug face. Nick held out his hands and placed them carefully on Charlie’s sides, not pulling him in for fear of what reception he might receive.

“Nick,” Charlie cried, and Nick was wrapped around him completely. Holding him tight as he shook from sobbing. When Charlie’s legs gave out, Nick eased him down to the ground without breaking their contact.

“Why?” Charlie whispered into Nick’s chest. It broke Nick’s heart thinking how badly he’d hurt the love of his life.

“I’m so sorry, I swear I didn’t know, Char,” Nick pleaded.

“No,” Charlie said, more authoritatively this time before he looked up into Nick’s eyes. “Not you, why would he do that? Does he really hate me that much?”

“I, I don’t know.”

“Can we,” Charlie paused, “Can we go home?”

“Of course, Char. I’ll drive you back to yours.”

“No! Back to yours,” Charlie insisted before adding more nervously, “Please?”

Nick smiled, “Anywhere you want sweetheart.”

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“Let go of me, you freak,” Ben snarled.

“You’re one to talk, dressing up as your ex to trick his boyfriend into kissing you,” Tao replied, still gripping the back of Ben’s suit.

“Charlie? My ex? Don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ben insisted, causing Tao to roll his eyes.

“Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night,” Tao deadpanned.

“What’s going on here then?” called Harry as he walked in on Tao and Ben.

“This loser must fancy me or something, he won’t let me go,” Ben smirked.

“Please, even if I were into guys, I wouldn’t be into you,” Tao replied before turning to Harry and adding, “Just holding him for Nick, seeing as he just tricked Nick into kissing him in front of Charlie.” Tao didn’t know what reaction that would get from Harry, but he saw no reason not to let word spread about what Ben had done. He was sure Charlie wouldn’t do it himself, not wanting to out him, but Ben deserved it.

“That’s not cool man,” Harry said to Ben, “What did they ever do to you?”

“You’re going to believe him over me?” Ben asked, incredulous at the accusation.

“Yeah, I am!” Harry replied calmly, “Nick and Charlie are good guys, and part of the rugby team. You mess with one of us, you have to deal with all of us.”

Harry turned to Tao, “Mind if I deal with this maggot?”

“Be my guest,” Tao replied, letting Harry take Ben and wishing his camcorder still had charge so he could film him being dragged off.

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By the time they’d walked back to the car, Charlie was exhausted. His eyes closed as soon as his head hit the headrest. Nick buckled him in and then went round to the driver’s seat. Driving in silence back to his house, every time they were stopped at a red light he would glance over at the passenger seat to watch the gentle rise and fall of his boyfriend’s chest as he slept.

It felt like it took ages to drive back. Once Nick had pulled onto the drive beside his Mum’s car, he shut off the engine and quietly climbed out to walk round to the passenger door. Opening it gently, Nick crouched down to unbuckle his seatbelt and softly wake Charlie from his slumber.

“Hey,” Nick cooed as he saw Charlie’s eyes flicker open.

“Hey, did I fall asleep?” Charlie asked.

“Yeah, it’s ok. We’re home now, can you walk or do you need me to carry you?” Nick asked.

“Nick, you can’t carry me,” Charlie giggled. Taking this as a challenge, Nick reached in and pulled Charlie into his arms, kicking the car door shut with his foot.

“Nick, put me down you giant rugby idiot,” Charlie half-heartedly protested with a yawn.

“Nope,” was all Nick said as he carried Charlie to the front door. With Charlie in his arms, Nick couldn’t reach his keys so he rang the doorbell instead. Less than a minute later, Nick’s Mum, Sarah, was opening the front door.

“Hey babies, I didn’t think you would be home for hours?” Sarah asked, no longer surprised to see Nick carrying Charlie after it happened around their home so often over the last couple of years.

“Long story Mum, I’ll explain in the morning, ok?”

“Sure, darling,” Sarah replied, shutting the door behind Nick and watching as her youngest son carried his boyfriend up the stairs. When they reached his room, Nick placed Charlie down on his bed, the same way he had done so many times before.

Looking up at his boyfriend, Charlie sensed that Nick was still worried about what happened at the party. Charlie knew it wasn’t Nick’s fault, but he also knew that he needed to convince Nick of that too.

When Nick looked like he was going to walk away, Charlie grabbed for the bottom of Nick’s shirt to keep him close. What he wasn’t expecting was that their combined movements caused two soft dog balls to fall out of the top of Nick’s bra, startling Charlie and causing Nellie to jump on the bed to grab one of her toys.

Staring into each other’s eyes, Nick and Charlie both burst out laughing and Charlie knew they would be alright.

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Chapter Four

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Nick learns more about what happened to Charlie.

TW: This story does contain discussions of Eating Disorders, including a major character starving themselves to death (before the start of this story). Although this story is a comedy, if this concerns you then you may not want to read on.

As Nick lay in bed with Charlie’s ghostly curls under his chin, he couldn’t ever remember a time he’d been this happy before. It sounds crazy, he knows it sounds crazy. Even if you forgot the fact that Charlie was a ghost, they had literally only just met mere minutes ago. But something about their connection, the way Charlie knew what he needed, and when, it was like nothing he’d ever experienced before.

Looking up at him, Charlie said, “Even without being inside you, I can practically hear the cogs whirring inside your brain from here. Penny for them?”

“Why could you hear my thoughts?”

“Oh, that,” Charle paused, “It’s not something we’re supposed to do. It’s not considered a very nice thing to do, have you heard of ghosts possessing people?”

“What, like, demonic possession? Are you a demon?” Nick started to worry that he was going to end up getting killed out here, all alone, and no one would find his body for a really long time.

“No, no! But ghosts can do it too. Before I died, I’d always had a bit of a morbid interest in the paranormal. I’d read that ‘If a ghost enters a living human, they can take full control of them, manipulate them’.” Charlie answered before quickly adding, “I swear I’d never do that, Nick!”

“It’s okay, I believe you. So do you think that’s why everything was so… intense?”

“Yeah, I think that although I obviously wasn’t completely inside you, there was enough of a connection that I could feel you. But it wasn’t just your thoughts Nick – every sensation that you experienced, I was able to experience it too. I could feel your pleasure.”

“Wow, was that… okay?” Nick asked, concerned for how Charlie might be feeling, not wanting to overwhelm him with all of his emotions.

Giggling again, “Nick, it was more than okay. It was incredible.”

Relaxing, Nick smiled, “Okay, good. That’s… good.”

“So, how come you ended up here then?” Charlie asked Nick.

“Oh, well,” Nick paused while he thought about how to explain his current situation, “My Dad overheard some of my teammates from Rugby talking about how I’d beg them to fuck me after our matches. So as a punishment, I guess, he pulled me out of university and packed me off here. He bought this place a couple of months ago from something called the Hope Corporation -”

“Are you sure?” Charlie interrupted.

“Sure about what?”

“It was definitely the Hope Corporation?” Charlie hoped Nick was mistaken but the feeling in where his gut used to be was that it had to be true.

“Erm, yeah I think so. Why have you heard of them?”

“Yeah, that’s my husband’s company, or his parent’s company really.”

“Your husband? You’re married?” Nick was worried, he didn’t want some jealous husband coming in and attacking him.

“Well I was, death do us part and all that,” Charlie reassured Nick. “He’s the reason I died, in a way.”

“What?!?” Nick could feel the rage rising inside him.

“I mean, it’s not like he murdered me, but,” Charlie paused, he’d never had the chance to speak about what happened before.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, it’s not really any of my business,” Nick tried to reassure Charlie.

“No. No I want to, I’ve never had the chance to talk to anyone about it since.”

Nick waited patiently for Charlie to speak, gently stroking his curls and hoping he could feel it or that at least the action of it was in some way comforting.

“His name was Ben. I’d known he’d been cheating on me for a few months, but he’d probably been up to it for years. He never liked this place, so any opportunity he had to get away he would. This house was always my baby. The moment I saw it, I loved this old building, the history of it and the life it had lived. But then one day he came home and just announced he had met some girl called Imogen and he was leaving me to be with her.Just to maximise the pain he caused, he told me as he was heading out the door that I had a few months to find somewhere else to live and then he’d be selling it.”

“I’m so sorry Char,” Nick stroked Charlie’s cheek.

“Thanks Nick,” Charlie smiled a half-hearted smile before continuing, “So, after that I just couldn’t bear the thought of leaving here, it’s just so beautiful and peaceful. I’d suffered with my mental health for years, largely triggered by Ben.But with the pain of everything he did to me, I just gave up. I didn’t eat, I didn’t go out, most days I barely even left the bed unless I had to. Eventually I just wasted away.”

Nick was seething, how could anyone do something like that to this sweet man. “Thank you for telling me.”

“I remember waking up as a ghost, if you can call it that. I was looking down at my body and I felt like I just had so much energy. More than I’d ever had when I was alive. It took a bit of getting used to at first, but things are starting to look up now.”

“Oh, why’s that?” Nick asked with a lopsided grin.

“The new owner’s son definitely brightens up the place,” Charlie smiled.

Smiling broadly now, Nick asked hopefully, “Can I kiss you again?”

Charlie leaned in and brushed his lips to Nick, but he didn’t feel the same as before. When he was inside Nick, he could feel the passion and the texture of Nick’s lips, but now he felt nothing. Charlie pulled away in frustration.

“Was that… not ok?” Nick asked nervously.

“Sorry, it’s just, I couldn’t feel anything,” Charlie said, disappointment clear on his face.

“I have an idea,” Nick smiled mischievously, “Why don’t you try using your tongue, maybe if you’re inside my mouth then you’ll feel what I’m feeling, like before.”

Charlie’s eyes lit up, “Okay,” he said before he moved forward again, this time allowing his tongue to press for entry into Nick’s mouth which he hungrily accepted. With their tongues tangled inside Nick’s mouth, Charlie sighed with relief; he could feel everything Nick was feeling. It was like he was alive again, here in Nick’s arms.

Charlie could have kept kissing Nick forever, he never wanted to break apart now he could feel again. But Nick needed air, he was still alive. Nick reluctantly broke the kiss, cursing his lungs for needing oxygen to survive.

Looking into Charlie’s eyes as he hovered above him, Nick asked, “Still want me to get out?” Mimicking the deep voice Charlie had used to scare him before.
Charlie replied with a smirk, “Absolutely not!” Before capturing Nick’s mouth again for a passionate kiss, his hands wandering over Nick’s naked body. Sensing Nick’s thoughts, Charlie pulled away this time and cheekily asked, “Ready for round 2 already?”

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Chapter Three

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Things heat up between Nick and Charlie.

TW: This story does contain discussions of Eating Disorders, including a major character starving themselves to death (before the start of this story). Although this story is a comedy, if this concerns you then you may not want to read on.

Nervously, Charlie started to ask, “Could we maybe, erm.”

“What Char?”

“Sorry, do you think I could see you, while I’m, you know.”

“Oh,” Nick paused but it went on a moment too long because Charlie was apologising again, “Sorry, forget it, this is fine.”

Nick turned quickly and took Charlie’s hand, “No sorrys, the S-word is banned. I’d like to see you too,” he smiled up at Charlie, causing the ghost to smile back.

Nick laid down on his back and placed one of the pillows at the base of his spine to prop his ass up at the best angle.

“So, erm,” Charlie started nervously, “This might not work ok, but, I erm, I’m going to try my best.”

“Charlieeee, please fuck me, I need you,” Nick begged.

“Ok, jeez you’re beggy,” Charlie teased. “So, how do you like your cocks?”

“What?” Nick asked, confused again which seemed to be his natural state around Charlie, especially before he’d had his morning cup of tea.

“Oh right, I should have mentioned that, so please don’t ask how I found this out, but I can sort of make myself your dream date, you know, down there,” Charlie nodded to his crotch bashfully, “It’s a ghost thing.”

“Oh, that’s, erm, different,” Nick stammered, “Can you, erm, just maybe, be yourself.”

Charlie nodded, not sure he could handle the emotions that were running through him. He’s sure his husband would have rather him changed into anything but himself if he was here. So to be wanted just as he is, felt so alien to him.

“Would you mind, erm, if I kept my shirt on?” Charlie asked nervously.

“You could wear a clown costume if it would make you feel comfortable lo-” Nick cut himself before he called Charlie love.

Charlie giggled again, with a snap of his fingers he was wearing just his shirt and his cock was at full mast. Nick took a moment to admire the view, “Wow Char, why would you want a different cock, you’re perfect,” before he sounded too soppy, Nick rushed to add, “Now get it in me, pleaseeee.”

Charlie pressed forward, it took all his concentration to not lose his corporeal form, but once the tip slipped with ease past Nick’s entrance both boys sighed in relief. As he slowly started to slide forward, Nick clenched around him causing him to stop abruptly.

“Char? What’s wrong?” Nick asked.

“Nick, I…I felt that.”

“Can you not normally… feel things?”

“No, I haven’t felt anything since I died,” Charlie stated, shocked at the first sensations he’d felt in years. Nick clenched his ass again and Charlie moaned Nick’s name.

Charlie started pushing in again and Nick let out a breath he didn’t realise he’d been holding. “You feel so good, Char.”

Once he had bottomed out, Charlie stopped his movements to give them both a chance to get used to the new sensations they were experiencing.

“Would you kiss me?” Nick asked from his position below him. Nick had never asked a boy to kiss him before. All his hookups had been just that, a way to get the fix he needed, to feel full inside. But with Charlie, Nick wanted more; he wanted this to be special, for both of them.

“Ok,” was all Charlie said as he leaned forward and placed his lips to Nick’s. Charlie wasn’t sure what to expect, but something about being inside Nick had meant he could feel again. He wasn’t sure anymore if they were his sensations or Nick’s, but he didn’t care. It was like sparks were erupting between them.

As they were kissing, Nick thought to himself, ‘God, I need him to pound me so hard right now.’

Charlie broke the kiss, “Alright needy, I’ll pound you now.”

“How did you? Char, you can hear my thoughts!?” Nick said, embarrassed.

“Oh, I guess so,” Charlie blushed. Before he got too nervous, he pulled his cock almost all the way out and pressed in hard and fast causing Nick to moan. Nick didn’t need to say a word for Charlie to know what he needed. The two of them were as one as he built up his pace and fucked him harder and harder.

Nick was moaning and writhing beneath him in ecstasy and Charlie could feel every bit of his joy radiating through him too. He sensed Nick was close before he could hear it in his voice, Charlie kept pounding as hard as he could, his ghostly body not able to tire. With a final long guttural moan, Nick was covering his stomach in his cum.

As he did, Charlie felt Nick’s ass clench around him and Charlie wasn’t sure how but he was cumming too, filling Nick up and causing Nick to shoot even more cum onto his body. When he sensed Nick’s cock and ass were getting too sensitive, Charlie allowed his corporeal form to slip so he could become just light again. Feeling nervous again, he quickly restored his clothes and tried hard to resist the urge to run away.

When Nick caught his breath, he looked up at Charlie, “That. Was. Amazing!” Nick held out his arms for Charlie to float into them, which he willingly did. “Did you… did you cum in me?” Nick asked, feeling something leaking from his ass.

“Erm, I think so. I didn’t even know I could,” Charlie stated, not wanting to leave Nick’s arms. It had been a long time since he’d been held.

Nick felt around his ass and scooped up some of the fluid that was leaking from his ass, he pulled it up to his face and it didn’t look like anything he’d seen before. “Char, what’s this?” Nick asked.

Charlie looked down at Nick’s fingers and hid his head in Nick’s chest as he groaned. Nick eased his face up with a finger below his chin and just looked at him with nothing but love and curiosity in his eyes.

“It’s ectoplasm, it’s a sort of by-product of when a ghost leaves behind a physical presence,” Charlie admitted, ashamed that he hadn’t realised that was what he’d done inside Nick.

“Hey, no need to be sad,” Nick cooed, “I like it.”

Chapter Two

Description (May contain spoilers)

Nick wakes up the next morning and finds he’s not the only one staying at the Château.

TW: This story does contain discussions of Eating Disorders, including a major character starving themselves to death (before the start of this story). Although this story is a comedy, if this concerns you then you may not want to read on.

The sun streaming through gaps in the moth-eaten curtains woke Nick from his sleep far too early. His body was exhausted from all the travelling. He wanted to stay in bed, but the grumbling of his stomach had other ideas. He hadn’t eaten since they stopped for lunch yesterday afternoon.

Reluctantly, Nick got out of bed and headed down to the kitchen in just his boxers. He didn’t know how long he’d be here but he knew his Dad would have had someone fill the pantry and fridge with food so he wouldn’t have to worry about going hungry.

As he walked barefoot along the maroon carpets of the dimly lit halls, Nick thought he saw something move out of the corner of his eye. He assumed it must be rats; he knew his Dad had sent him here alone to avoid any sexual temptation, so Nick knew it couldn’t be a person. He’d worry about that later on though, right now he needed to find food and work out how he was going to stop himself from going crazy cooped up on his own.

The kitchen was modest for the size of the building, wooden cabinets along the walls, a cast-iron aga sat under a stone chimney breast. In the centre of the room a large wooden table with a couple of basic chairs around it filled the space leaving very little room to move around. He assumed this once would have been used by the servants for preparing meals and having their own, while the owners ate elsewhere in more opulent surroundings.

He pulled open a cabinet door to look inside but it shut itself straight away. Pulling again, harder this time, the door slammed shut again. Puzzled by this, Nick tried again, this time the whole row of cabinet doors in front of him started rattling, opening and closing themselves seemingly untouched.

Nick backed away until the back of his legs hit the wooden table. He felt the air around him grow cold and he heard a deep disembodied moan, “Get out! Get out!”

Terrified, Nick ran out of the kitchen and up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He didn’t believe in ghosts, but there was no denying that someone wanted him gone. His Dad had recently purchased the house, that much he knew but he didn’t really know its history. Could it be true, were ghosts real? Was this house really haunted?

Dressing quickly, Nick slung the rest of his stuff haphazardly into his case. Zipping it up and hauling it off the bed, he went to open the door when it dawned on him – he was stuck. He had no way to leave, his father had abandoned him here and he certainly wouldn’t believe him if he told him the house was haunted.

Nick slumped on the bed and screamed into the pillow. What was he going to do?

“Get out!” The voice called again in the bedroom this time. The doors and drawers of the antique armoire rattled just as the cabinets had down in the kitchen.

Sobbing now, Nick cried out into the air, “I can’t!”

“Getout!” The voice yelled insistently.

“I can’t okay! My dad abandoned me here as a punishment for enjoying sex too much. He bought this house and dumped me here, so unless you can fuck me senseless, you can just fuck off, okay!”

A softer voice came from behind him, “What did you say?”

Nick turned and jumped backwards up the bed. He stammered, “You’re a… you’re a ghost.”

The ghost giggled, “Am I? So that’s why I can walk through walls,” he teased.

Nick stared, stunned by the sight before him. It wasn’t just that he was seeing a ghost for the first time, but it was the ghost of the most beautiful boy he had ever seen.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” the ghost said softly, placing a comforting hand on Nick’s shoulder.

“I can, I can feel you,” Nick said, shocked at the revelation.

“Of course you can,” the ghost stated matter of fact, “We’re not all the stereotypes you see on Scooby-Doo, you know.”

“Sorry,” Nick said, rubbing the back of his neck. Scooby-Doo was his only reference for basing ghosts off.

“I’m Charlie,” the ghost said, holding out his hand to shake.

“Nick,” he replied, but when he went to shake the hand, his passed right through, causing Charlie to giggle again. Nick was quickly starting to enjoy that sound.

“Hey, how come I can’t touch you,” Nick said, confused as Charlie was still laughing at him.

“I was only teasing, I can choose whether to have a corporeal form or not,” Charlie said, but when he could see the confused look on Nick’s face he added, “It’s up to me whether I’m solid or not.”

“Oh,” Nick said, still a little confused.

“Here,” Charlie moved his hand to Nick’s and brushed it over Nick’s knuckles.

“Wow,” Nick gasped, “I can feel you but it’s also like you’re not quite there.”

“It’s not easy to control when I get excited,” Charlie would have blushed if he could have.

“Excited?” Nick asked.

“Did you mean it?” Charlie asked.

“Mean what? Charlie you’re not making a lot of sense.”

“Sorry,” Charlie ducked his head down and started to fade out.

“No!” Nick reached forward to try and stop him, “No sorrys, I just – one minute you’re screaming at me to leave and the next, you’re saying you’re excited. It’s… it’s a lot, that’s all.”

Reappearing in his glowing, translucent form, Charlie took a breath that he didn’t need to, in order to pluck up the courage to answer Nick. “Did you mean it, when you said you wanted me to fuck you?” As quickly as he’d asked, Charlie was apologising again, “Sorry. Never mind, ignore me, I’m just going to go.”

Charlie started rushing towards the door to leave and Nick knew he needed to do something quick to stop this beautiful man leaving. “Yes!” Nick shouted, stopping Charlie in his tracks. Seeing him turn slowly back towards him, Nick continued, “I don’t know how it would work, but I need to get laid so badly. So, can you?” Charlie looked like he was thinking it over, Nick added, “Please Char, if you can, if we can, I’m begging you. I need you!”

“Char?”

Nick blushed, “Sorry, that er, that just slipped out.”

“It’s okay, I liked it. It’s cute,” Charlie smiled fondly.

“Now I’m never calling you it again,” Nick teased.

Getting serious again, Charlie’s face turned to worry, “I’ve, erm, I’ve never done this before. Not since I… since I died.”

Stepping forward and placing a hand on Charlie’s cheek, “It’s ok Char, neither have I.” Charlie leaned into Nick’s touch, “You feel so cold.”

“Well, I am dead,” Charlie said with a teasing smile.

Feeling far too many feelings in the moment, Nick reverted to what he knew best, “Fuck me, please. I need to feel you inside me so badly right now. I’ll do anything Char, I’m begging you.”

Pretending to think about it for a moment, Charlie got a wicked look on his face as he said, “Okay!” Then with a wave of his hand in the air, he caused Nick’s jeans and boxers to drop to the floor.
“Yes!” Nick exclaimed, hurriedly stepping out of them and whipping off his t-shirt. He climbed up on the bed on all fours and stuck his arse in the air. He really wanted to face Charlie, to see his face as he entered him but Nick thought that was far too intimate. That wasn’t what this was, it couldn’t be… could it?

Chapter One

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Nick Nelson is the Rugby King of Leeds University, he’s also the teams resident slut. But when his father finds out, Nick is sent far away, where he meets the most beautiful boy he’s ever seen.

TW: This story does contain discussions of Eating Disorders, including a major character starving themselves to death (before the start of this story). Although this story is a comedy, if this concerns you then you may not want to read on.

This nonsense was inspired by a meme on Instagram that read ‘What’s the point of ghosts? If they’re not gonna fuck me, get outta my house!’.

Nick knew he should have tried harder to stand up to his father; he was an adult after all, and could do what he wanted. But without his money, he couldn’t afford to stay at Leeds university anymore.

When his father found out about his activities with the rugby team, he was furious. On the pitch, Nick Nelson was the rugby king, but in the locker room he’d earned a different reputation altogether. There he was known as ‘Beggy Bottom Nick’, and boy, did some of his teammates love to make him beg.

On one of the rare occasions that his dad had decided to travel across from his home in France to attend one of Nick’s matches, he’d been waiting outside the locker room after the game to take his son for dinner when he’d overheard some of the team.

“Can’t believe Nick is turning us down.”

“What, Beggy?”

“Yeah, something about his dad dragging him off to dinner.”

“That sucks, my girl’s blown me out and I was looking forward to dumping a load in him.”

Stéphane couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his son, the rugby king, was acting like some sort of slut for his teammates, his male teammates. As soon as he saw his son leave the locker room, hair still damp from the showers, he grabbed him by the wrist and dragged him out to his car that was waiting outside.

The ride to the hotel that day was unusually quiet, Nick should have known something was up then. The few matches his Dad had come to, he’d always been keen to discuss the highlights on the ride back afterwards. But even the chauffeur seemed to pick up on the tension in the air that day. Not daring to ask if he could raise the partition between them as he normally would.

When they got back to the hotel, his father was pacing up and down. Eventually he asked, “C’est vrai?” Is it true?

“Papa?” Nick asked, confused as to what his father was asking.

“C’est vrai?” Stéphane repeated more firmly this time.

“Je ne sais pas-,” I don’t know- Nick started before his father interrupted again.

“Est-il vrai que tu es la pute de l’équipe?” Is it true that you are the team’s whore?

Nick was shocked, he didn’t know what to say. How had his father found out?! What could he possibly say? He tried to deny it, but Stéphane wasn’t listening. He wasn’t sure what his father was more upset about, the fact that he was letting all the team use him or the fact that he was having sex with men. 

“Tu ne retourneras pas dans cette université. Je t’envoie, quelque part où tu ne seras pas un tel embarras!” You will not be going back to that university. I’m sending you away, somewhere you won’t be such an embarrassment!

Nick didn’t have a chance to reply; his father had stormed out of the hotel room, and that was the last time he’d spoken to him directly. He headed back to his flat before later that day receiving a text from his father’s secretary informing him that his funding had been stopped and that a car would collect him and his things the next morning at 10am.

That was three days ago, since then his father’s chauffeur had been driving him all the way from Leeds, through the Channel Tunnel and down into the South of France. He didn’t know where his father was sending him; all he could see around him as they drove was acres of trees lining each side of the narrow road.

He lost signal on his phone about an hour ago, and Nick was already feeling the pang of withdrawal from not getting laid. Normally he’d find someone to fuck him at least once a day, he loved the feeling when he’d just been fucked, feeling loose and open. Match days were the best – if the team had lost, they’d be extra rough with him and he’d feel it for days.

But he’d been saving himself for a few days before the match and pretty soon it will have been a whole week since he’d last had anyone or any thing inside him.

It was after dark when they pulled up in front of a large dilapidated building. Stepping out into the chilly autumn air, Nick looked up at the historic structure, which clearly hadn’t been cared for for years. The chauffeur dumped Nick’s bags on the ground beside him, before shoving an intricate and ancient key into his hand and driving back down the long driveway, leaving Nick all alone.

Trying to pick all his things up in one go, Nick staggered towards the grand entrance. Carved into stonework beside the archway, the words Château d’Amour were worn but still legible.

Dropping his bags on the ground, he stuffed the key into the lock of the large wooden door. Careful not to snap his only way inside, it was a bit of a struggle to get the key to turn but when it did there was a satisfying click before the double doors flew open, clattering back on their rusted hinges.

Nick thought nothing more of it as he carried his things inside the large double height entrance hall. The doors slammed themselves shut behind him, causing cobwebs to be blown from the paintings hanging along the walls and plunging Nick into darkness.

Feeling around the wall, he managed to find a light switch and was grateful that at least there was power, and that the converted chandeliers were still working. Off the entrance hall, Nick saw a number of doors on each side between the paintings and an impressive staircase on the back wall that went up to a small landing before splitting to go off to two upper wings of the house. 

Nick was too tired to explore, he dragged his cases up the stairs and went off to find a bed for the night.

Strangers on a Train

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Charlie is on the train heading home after a week working in Edinburgh, but a broken down train throws an unexpected change to his plans.

Charlie Spring was on his way home from a book fair in Edinburgh when his train lurched to a halt outside Leeds station. It was a warm day and the aircon on board was broken, making Charlie curse that he hadn’t flown back to London with his colleagues.

As they were waiting for the train to move, the train guard made an announcement over the on board tannoy, “Attention please ladies and gents, first of all let me apologise for the delay. We are currently stuck behind a broken down train in the platform at Leeds station. Hopefully it won’t be too long before they get this moved out of the way and once it is, we’ll be on the move.” 

“ Oh great ,” Charlie muttered to himself. He hated to fly and thought it would be a lot less stressful to travel in comfort on the train than to have to queue through airport security, wait anxiously in the lounge, and then go through the nerves he often felt during the actual flight itself.

They were sitting, unmoving, with no further updates from the guard for at least 25 minutes. Charlie was starting to feel a headache coming on from the stress of it all.

Charlie had spent the last few days chatting with aspiring authors, book publishers and other literary figures. His social battery, which was low at the best of times, was completely drained and he just wanted to get home and curl up on his sofa for a few days until he had to be social again.

Eventually the guard’s voice came through the muffled speakers again. After repeating his earlier apologies he added, “Unfortunately this means we will be picking up a train load of extra passengers on our arrival at Leeds, so please make sure all spare seats are clear of luggage so that they can all squeeze on board.”

Charlie groaned, he’d managed to nab himself a small table for two in First Class, and had laid out his suit bag and laptop case on the seat opposite him. He didn’t want anyone sitting opposite him, knowing his luck he’d end up with someone who wanted to make inane conversation all the way back to London.

With a jolt, the train shuddered forward when it eventually continued its approach into the station. Looking at his watch, Charlie saw they were now 45 minutes late into Leeds, having got later and later since they departed Scotland.

The guard wasn’t lying when he said they should expect a train load to be waiting at the station. As they pulled into the platform, Charlie saw it was heaving with passengers. He thought that It seemed like it could even be two trains worth with how deeply they filled the platform.

As the train came to a stop, Charlie closed his eyes, hoping that if people thought he was asleep, they wouldn’t ask him to move his things from the vacant seat. Once the doors opened he heard the passengers filing past him, rushing to grab any available seat. The already warm carriage, getting warmer as it filled with all the extra bodies.

When Charlie heard the sound of beeping to warn people that the doors were closing, Charlie thought he might get away with not having to give up the spare seat. Just in case there was anyone still looking, he kept his eyes closed a little longer. But when the train jerked back to life, Charlie’s fake sleep was broken by a sudden, heavy weight landing in his lap.

Opening his eyes, Charlie saw the most beautiful man in the world had literally landed in his lap. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry,” said the strawberry-blonde as he stumbled to get back to his feet, his hands and arms flailing about. As he did he asked Charlie, “Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you did I?”

“I’m fine, it’s fine,” Charlie assured him.

“Are you sure? I’m so sorry,” the man apologised again.

Charlie giggled, “You say sorry a lot.”

“So-,”

“Don’t say it,” Charlie laughed again. He didn’t think he had the energy to laugh, but there was something about this clumsy Adonis that Charlie found quite endearing.

Looking around for somewhere to sit, the stranger glanced at the space opposite Charlie. “Is anyone sitting there?” He pointed.

Despite his earlier reluctance, Charlie quickly replied, “No! No, it’s free. Here pass me the bags,” holding out his hands. Accepting his laptop case first, Charlie squeezed it between his legs, before taking his suit bag and hooking it up behind his head, blocking out the view from the window beside him.

As Charlie looks back, the tall stranger is sitting down. Now he’s eye level with Charlie, he says, “Hi.”

“Hi,” Charlie smiled back.

“I’m Nick.”

“Charlie.”

“Nice to meet you Charlie,” Nick smiled, “Do you go all the way?”.

“Excuse me?” Charlie replied pretending to be offended.

“To London! I mean, not. Oh my god,” Nick buried his face in his hands.

Charlie’s laughing again, placing his hand on Nick’s, “Nick, I know what you meant, I’m only teasing.” Nick moves his hand slightly from in front of his eyes to assess Charlie’s expression. Seeing Charlie looking back with a smile, Nick slowly comes out of his self-imposed cocoon, giving a shy smile back.

Before Nick or Charlie could say anything else to each other, they were interrupted by screams from further down in the carriage. “Oh my god, it’s you,” gushed two girls rushing up to their table. “You’re Nick Nelson, aren’t you. Can we have your autograph?”

Blushing from the attention, Nick quickly signed autographs for the two fans.

“You were so good in last week’s game,” they cooed.

“Thanks, it was a team effort,” Nick added curtly, not wanting to encourage them to stay and talk too long. Thankfully, after making polite small talk with them for a few more minutes, the pair rushed away to try and find somewhere to sit.

Turning his attention back to Charlie, he saw the cute brunette had a shocked expression across face on the other side of the table.

“What was that?” Charlie asked.

“Sorry about that, sometimes the fans can be a bit much,” Nick responded, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Fans? Are you some big shot celeb then?”

“Ha,” Nick barked out, “I wouldn’t know about that. I just play for this rugby club in Leeds.”

“Like a professional rugby club?” Charlie asked.

Laughing again, “Yeah, something like that.”

“Well I guess that explains the strong rugby arms then,” Charlie blurted out, causing Nick to laugh. “I can’t believe I just said that outloud.”

“Do you like my strong rugby arms, Charlie?” Nick said while teasingly flexing one of his biceps.

“Oh my god, shut-up,” Charlie groaned into his hands.

“I think you do,” Nick continued to tease, causing Charlie to blush hard.

“They’re ok, I guess,” Charlie tries, but fails, to sound like he isn’t flustered.

Giving Charlie a break from his turn to be embarrassed, Nick asks, “So what brings you to our little sweatbox today?”

“Work really,” Charlie sighed, “I’ve been away at a literary fair in Edinburgh for a week and now I’m finally heading back home.”

“So are you some big fancy author then, should I be asking for your autograph?” Nick teased, not really knowing anything about the world of fiction.

“Hardly,” Charlie scoffed, “I’m an editor. I take other writers’ work and,” Charlie searched for the best phrase to describe what he does for a living, “improve upon it.”

“Wow, so you’re both beautiful and a nerd,” Nick blurted out, his cheeks going crimson when he’d realised what he’d just said.

“I’m sorry, what?” Charlie asked, not believing he heard correctly.

“Erm, nothing,” Nick stumbled over his words, “just forget I said anything.”

“You…you think I’m beautiful?” Charlie questioned shyly.

Nick had his head in his hands again, “Urgh, I’m so embarrassing.”

“No more embarrassing than me,” Charlie said, tilting his head down so that Nick could see the sincerity in his eyes from his lowered position.

“Why are we like this?” Nick groaned causing Charlie to laugh.

“Well as you pointed out, I’m a big gay nerd. But I know what your excuse is.”

“I never called you a big gay nerd,” Nick rushed to clarify before he noticed the playful grin across Charlie’s face causing his dimples to pop. “I guess, I’m the result of combining a dumb jock with a bisexual disaster,” Nick laughed self-consciously.

“I happen to like dumb jocks,” Charlie said, trying his best to sound seductive.

“Well …happen to like big gay nerds,” Nick flirted back.

The pair spent the rest of the trip flirting and chatting about their lives, neither one noticing when the train arrived into London’s King’s Cross station. As the guard walked through the train he saw the pair and barked, “End of the line folks, this train’s now out of service.”

Looking round the now empty carriage, Nick and Charlie spoke in unison, “Oh,” causing them both to laugh again.

As they got off the train and walked side by side down the platform Nick asked, “So, where are you heading now?”

“I’m actually heading to my parents, my Mum insisted I go visit the second I got back,” Charlie sighed.

“I’m off to see my Mum actually too, she lives in Rochester,” Nick replied. Noticing Charlie’s mouth drop, he asked, “What?”

“My parents live in Rochester too,” Charlie smiled and the pair headed off together.

Chapter Two: Charlie

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Charlie attends his Stag Night with his oldest friends.

Charlie was getting ready for his stag night in the house he shared with Nick and their dog Daisy. Every day he expected to wake up and find out that this had been all a dream, that really, he was still just a nerdy little year 10 being bullied by the rugby lads for being the only gay boy at Truham. Not that he wanted to wake up; if this was a dream, he’d happily stay asleep forever.

His friends were coming to collect him at any minute and as usual Charlie was fussing over his curls, trying to get them to sit just right. A few years ago, he’d considered straightening his hair or just cutting it short to save all the time he spent each day obsessing over it, but when he’d casually mentioned this idea to Nick, he’d spent the next 20 minutes being given all the very compelling arguments for keeping his hair just as it was. Those arguments involved a lot of kissing and Nick’s fingers alternating between running through his curls and tugging on them. Charlie was sure it was for Nick’s benefit more than his, but he couldn’t deny that it felt amazing.

When the doorbell rang, Charlie gave up his hopeless mission to tame his unruly hair. Putting on his favourite cardigan, because Elle had specifically forbidden him from wearing one of Nick’s hoodies like he normally would, before he headed down to greet his friends.

“Charlieeeee,” Elle screeched as she pulled him into a hug the second the door was open.

“Hi,” Charlie giggled.

“Erm, where’s our hugs?” Tao asked from behind Elle where he was stood with Isaac.

“You snooze, you lose,” Elle teased before releasing Charlie from her embrace. Charlie laughed at the easy banter between his best friends as he hugged each of them in turn.

He chatted with his friends in the kitchen as he got Daisy settled for the night, just casual banter about their lives. It could have been any other get together with his friends, but being able to spend time with all of them together these days was such a rarity that it made it extra special. Sure, they talked all the time through their group chats, but adult life got in the way for all of them, so it just wasn’t always possible to get all four of them to be free in the same place, at the same time.

After Daisy had been let out in the garden one last time, the foursome was ready to head out for the evening. Isaac had volunteered to drive them as he didn’t drink, so they all climbed into his car and drove to the pub where they would be spending the evening. Charlie had been very clear that he didn’t want the traditional, laddish, boozy stag do – he just wanted a nice night, with his closest friends and that’s exactly what he thought they had planned.

Having checked that the menu at The Ship had a few options that Charlie would eat, it seemed a nice enough place to spend his last night of freedom. Once it had been decided, Tao had tipped off Otis so that he could make sure Nick wouldn’t accidentally stumble across them. Although he himself thought it was silly, he knew his oldest friend didn’t want to see his fiancé until their wedding.

When they arrived around 7pm they were guided to a small booth near the window that looked out over the river. The pub was really cosy, with a little open fire which Charlie thought must be amazing to sit next to on a winter’s afternoon. It made him think of lazy afternoon’s curled up with his fiancé in front of the fire at home, after the school where Nick worked broke up for the Christmas holidays.

They were all reading their menus trying to decide what to have when the waitress came over to take their order. Charlie and Elle ordered cocktails, and after much debating with himself Tao ordered the same with Isaac sticking to a coke. Knowing Charlie still had some struggles with food from time to time, none of the group ordered starters and they went straight for their main courses.

The food was so good, not a single plate wasn’t left clean, even Charlie’s. When it came time to order dessert a man that looked oddly familiar came over to their table. He was kinda tall, with dark hair, blue eyes and sort of a sexy professor look. It was then that Charlie clicked, this guy looked exactly like Henry Maddox, his favourite tv history presenter.

“Charlie Spring?” the sexy man asked when he reached the table with a gruff but posh accident that could almost be mistaken for the real Henry Maddox.

“Y-y-yes” Charlie stammered, stunned by the sexy professor he’d been thirsting over since school standing in front of him.

“I’m Professor Madcocks, and I’m here to teach you a lesson,” he spoke with a sexy authority.

Whispering to Elle, Charlie asked, “Was this you?”

“Not me,” Elle replied nodding in Tao’s direction.

“You’ve thirsted over him for as long as I’ve known you were gay,” Tao said low in a flat tone that reminded Charlie of Tori.

Some music started playing, the Henry Maddox look-a-like reached for Charlie’s hand to guide him up out their booth, to sit in a chair in front of their table instead. Charlie blushed as the man started to dance seductively right in front of him.

The dancer was alternating between moving just in front of Charlie to actually grinding against his lap. Before long, he started to undress, unbuttoning the pink shirt that was underneath his purple waistcoat and pulling it off without releasing a single button on the outer garment. Charlie thought this was so hot, and really played to the sexy professor image that he had spent many teenage nights stroking his cock over, when he wasn’t picturing Nick that is.

When he stood up, still dancing, the stripper tugged on his trousers releasing a series of hidden snaps down the sides to leave him standing in just his waistcoat, tight purple boxer-briefs and his shoes and socks which were held up with a pair of sock suspenders. The professor picked up Charlie’s hands and placed them on his now boxer-brief clad ass, as he flipped upside down to do a handstand in Charlie’s face. Charlie took the hint and playfully spanked the sexy ass in front of him as the man was wiggling his ass.

If Charlie hadn’t been due to marry the love of his life tomorrow, he could easily picture doing very naughty things with this look-a-like of his long-time celebrity crush. Although Charlie was picking up some ideas for seducing his future husband from this evenings unexpected entertainment.

When the performer righted himself again, he slowly and seductively unbuttoned his waistcoat and slipped it off to join the rest of his clothes on the floor. As he did, he pulled out a large white silk flag from the pocket. He wrapped the material around himself and Charlie, giving the young man a private view of what was to happen next.

While holding the flag in place, he encouraged Charlie to pull down his boxers. Slightly tipsy from the drink, and the intoxicating effect of the show taking place in front of him that had caused the blood to rush south from his head to his cock, Charlie did as he was told and tugged the boxers down so that they pooled around the man’s feet.

Now freed from its confines, Henry’s cock sprung upright sticking straight out from his body at full mast and was bouncing about as he continued to dance to the music right in front of Charlie’s face. From out of nowhere, the stripper produced a can of squirty cream while he continued to hold onto the material with one hand.

Squirting a liberal amount along the length of his rock-hard cock, he invited Charlie to lick it off. Blushing hard, Charlie wasn’t sure if he could really do it. He’d never been this close to a cock that wasn’t Nick’s before, it was all so different. He could hear Elle cheering him on from behind, and in a moment of madness Charlie leaned forward and licked the cream straight off the stripper’s warm length.

As the music came to an end, the stripper wrapped the white sheet around himself, took a bow towards Charlie and his friends and then turned and took another, exposing his ass to the group as he did, before grabbing his clothes and heading to a back room to dress.

Charlie returned to sit with his friends and found Isaac was sitting reading his book as Elle embraced him with a massive hug. The group continued drinking and laughing until closing time. Isaac made sure everyone got home safely, leaving Charlie alone to drift off to sleep and dream of both Nick and his celebrity crush.

Chapter One: Nick

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It’s the night before Nick & Charlie’s wedding.

Nick couldn’t believe he was going to be marrying Charlie Spring tomorrow. He still got butterflies in his stomach every time he thought that he was going to get to spend the rest of his life with his Charlie. They’d been together for so long now, and everyone always told him they were ‘End Game’ but Nick never completely believed it. But it was finally dawning on him that tomorrow would be the start of their forever, their happily ever after.

If Nick made it through tonight that is, he had no idea what his friends had planned for him but Sai, Christian and Otis told him to ‘dress nice’. Nick had made all three of them his best men because he couldn’t pick just one of them, not without worrying about hurting the others. They were all his oldest friends; he’d known them all since primary school. When Charlie had seen his fiancé struggling, he simply said, “Why not pick all of them?” Relieving Nick of the nightmare of his impossible decision that he’d been agonising over for weeks.

Now Nick found himself back in his childhood bedroom, getting ready for a mysterious night out with his best friends. Although he and Charlie had been living together for years, they decided it would be romantic to spend the night before their wedding apart. Well, Charlie thought it would be romantic, Nick was already missing having Charlie by his side. They’d barely been apart since Nick finished Uni and Nick hoped this would be the last time they ever would be again.

Just as Nick was putting on his favourite after shave, the one he knew Charlie loved the most, the doorbell chimed downstairs. He heard his Mum answer the door, and after one final check in the mirror, Nick headed down to meet his friends who were chatting with Sarah in the hall.

“Take it easy tonight and don’t forget to eat something before going drinking boys, we can’t have the groom missing his own wedding because he’s too hungover,” Sarah gently warned the boys with a smile on her face.

“We will Mrs Nelson,” Christian replied.

“How many times have I told you Christian? Call me Sarah,” she reminded him, giggling at the fact that the boy had been calling her Mrs Nelson since he was 6 years old, despite always reminding him to call her Sarah.

Nick grabbed his shoes from the pile by the door to slip on. When he was ready to leave he hugged his Mum goodbye, telling her, “Don’t wait up Mum, love you.”

Sarah hugged him back, “Love you too Nicky,” dropping a kiss to his forehead before letting him leave with his friends.

“Is it just us?” Nick asked as they were walking to the cab waiting outside.

“Yeah, we thought it would be best to keep it a little low key, since someone decided they wanted it literally the night before their wedding,” Sai told him sarcastically. Another tradition that Charlie had wanted to observe, Nick really would agree to anything that he asked for.

The group of boys didn’t tell Nick what they had planned for the night, it was a miracle really that even Christian had managed to keep the plans a secret, though Nick suspected that perhaps Sai and Otis had kept him in the dark too. So, when they arrived at Frankie & Benny’s as their first destination, Nick was confused as he was expecting them to go to a pub or a club.

“Erm, are we at the right place guys?” Nick asked as they were climbing out of the taxi.

Otis explained, “This was the first proper place we came to for Sai’s birthday back when we were 7,”

“We thought it would be a nice way to end this chapter of your life, at a place where our friendship began,” Sai continued.

“Technically it began at primary school, but they don’t exactly do food,” Christian added, “or booze!”

“Aww, guys,” Nick cooed before wrapping his arms around his best friends. If they continued like this Nick thought he was going to be a blubbering mess by the end of the night.

The four of them had a nice meal together to line their stomachs, filled with lots of joking about childhood memories. Every time Nick got all misty eyed over Charlie, the boys would tease him mercilessly. Nick could tell it was all in jest, the boys loved Charlie almost as much as he did.

After they’d all stuffed their faces, and got the first few drinks under their belts, they got another cab to their next stop of the night. Apparently, it was Christian’s idea to go to The Stag pub for drinks, but when they arrived there was a sign outside the entrance saying,

‘NO STAG PARTIES’

“Bro, didn’t you think to check first?” Sai asked Christian, playfully hitting him in the arm.

“I thought it was like made for stag dos,” Christian said earnestly.

Nick found this hilarious, and guessed the owners didn’t appreciate the irony of their pubs name as much as they did. The boys took a selfie of their group in front of both the pub sign, and the sign, to post to Insta before they decided to find somewhere else that would let them in.

Rather than the expense of another cab to take them somewhere else, the boys grabbed a couple of a beers from a nearby off-licence to drink while they walked to a couple of pubs near the River Medway. Their walk was full of joking, teasing, and reminiscing about old times they’d spent together. It was so good that Nick didn’t mind the cock up with the pub. As they approached the river, they came to a pub called ‘The Ship Inn’ that looked nice. Nick had his hand on the door, about to push it open when Otis called out, “Wait, stop!”

Nick turned to his friend, “What?”

“We can’t go in there!”

Confused Nick asked, “Why not?”

Pausing briefly to consider what to say, Otis rushed out, “Because you can’t see your groom before the wedding!”

“Oh, OH…you mean,” Nick turned to look at the door, “My Charlie’s in there?” he felt like if anyone were to look at him right now, they’d see little hearts floating around his head, just like an emoji.

“Yes, your Charlie is in there,” Otis chuckled as he rolled his eyes, “Now come on, let’s find somewhere else.”

Taking one last look at the door, Nick turned and walked away with his mates to find the third pub of their evening, hopefully one they could actually make it inside. A couple of roads away they found ‘The Pier Bar’ to settle into for the night. The foursome spent a few hours drinking, never letting Nick buy a single drink, and all getting nicely buzzed. Someone made sure to get them all some water along with their drinks, to try and fight back against the almost inevitable hangover in the morning, but at this point Nick wasn’t exactly sure who.

They were squeezed into a booth together, Nick in the middle with the other boys rotating as they each took turns to buy drinks. When it was Christian’s turn to be next to Nick, he was slightly the worse for wear. Slinging his arm over Nick’s shoulder, Christian slurred, “Nick, Nick, Nicccckk, I’m sorry weee didn’t get you a strip-, a strip-, stripper,”

“What?” Nick giggled, himself more than a little tipsy.

“We was gonna get you a stripper, you know…” Christian continued before attempting to stage-whisper, “for your stag?” Nick was still giggling at his friend who added, “But we couldn’t decide if you’d want a man or a woman.” He quickly added, “We’d have been cool if you’d wanted a man! It’s your stag and all, but we couldn’t decide. Sorrrry.”.

From the other side of him, Otis added, “I think it’s time we got you home mate,” talking across Nick to their clearly drunk friend. Otis had stopped drinking a few hours ago to be the responsible one and make sure that Nick and the others got home safe. When Nick had drunkenly asked him why, Otis simply said, “Because Tori would kill us if you weren’t there to marry her brother tomorrow, and she’s scary man.”

Nick chuckled, “Yeah she would.”

Otis ordered them a cab, first dropping off Sai & Christian at Christian’s parents’ house, since neither of the boys lived that close to home anymore. Otis continued with Nick to Sarah’s house, where Otis was going to spend the night in David’s old bedroom, ready to help Nick in the morning.

All efforts to try and keep the noise down at the late time were for nothing as Otis was helping Nick inside. Nick was loudly slurring, “Charlie is soooo beautiful isn’t he? I love his eyes, I love his smile, I love his dimples. Isn’t he beautiful Otis?”

Giggling at his drunk, loved-up friend Otis replied, “Yeah mate, he’s beautiful,” smiling back at Nick.

“What if he doesn’t come tomorrow? What if he’s changed his mind? I don’t know what I’ll do if he doesn’t show?” Nick was getting a little weepy now.

Of course he’s going to show up, you literally both proposed to each other on the same night. There is nothing and no-one that will stop him getting to marry you tomorrow, Nick,” Otis tried to reassure his friend who was clearly going through an emotional rollercoaster right now thanks to all the drinks he’d consumed.

Hearing the commotion, Sarah stepped out from the living room where she’d been reading to see Nick draped over Otis’s shoulder, supporting his friend. She walked over to lift Nick’s other arm and take some of the weight of her youngest son, “Oh Otis, you are a good boy,” she praised.

“Hi Mum,” Nick cooed now she was by his side.

“Hi baby,” Sarah laughed.

Between them Otis and Sarah managed to get Nick up to his room, leaving him on top of the bed to sleep things off before his big day.

Chapter Five – Moment of Truth

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Oliver finds out about David’s surprise.

Oliver

Oliver walked up to the front door of the villa where a little otter shaped post-it note was stuck to it. He peeled it off and read the words carefully written on it,

‘My Ollypop – our bedroom’

This was looking promising, Oliver thought to himself, David must have had a good day with Sofia and somehow arranged for them to have the house to themselves if he was leaving sexy notes for him on the door. Obviously, his brother must have been in on this, he hadn’t reappeared so maybe he’d gone off with Nick for some time on their own somewhere else.

He rushed inside and took the stairs leading up to their room two at a time. When he got to the door he found another otter shaped note,

‘Inside – get dressed’

Oliver and David had dressed up for each other in bed before, so Oliver did think this was anything out of the ordinary. Although he hadn’t noticed David sneak one of their outfits into his case before they left. When Oliver stepped inside the room, he wasn’t prepared for what he found next. Laid out on the bed was his favourite suit, the crimson one that showed off his pert ass just the way David liked. Together with a gorgeous matching silk bow tie that Oliver had never seen before.

Not wanting to disappoint when David had gone to so much trouble, Oliver put the suit on as the otter had instructed and when he lifted the last item off the bed, he found another of the cute little mysterious notes,

‘Open the beside table’

Another cryptic message, but who was he to argue with an adorable little otter. Oliver walked across to the beside table, expecting to find something kinky and he wasn’t disappointed. Inside he found a silk blindfold, a small black and red bell that he recognised from their toy box back home, and another little otter note,

‘Put on the blindfold then ring the bell’

Oliver really liked where this seemed to be going, he decided two can play at this game David Nelson. Before he put the blindfold on, he got on all fours on the bed with his ass facing the door. Once the blindfold was in place, he rang the bell and cheekily called out, “Come and get me old man.”

Oliver heard the door open behind him and an all too familiar voice reply, “Jesus Olly!”

“Charlie?” Oliver was confused and moved his hand to reach for the blindfold but felt a hand on his before he could, “No you don’t Oliver Spring, the blindfold is to stay on until you are told otherwise.”

“Erm, Charlie, I don’t know what David’s said, but I don’t think even we’re kinky enough to have a foursome with our own brothers.”

“Fuck, Olly, I couldn’t have gone to my grave without that image in my head,” Oliver could sense the frustration in his brother’s voice, “Do you think you can get off the bed without removing the blindfold, or do I need to leave the room until you are standing like a normal person?”

“I can do it, just help guide me a little so I don’t fall off the bed.”

Charlie helped Oliver back to his feet, and after he made a slight adjustment to Oliver’s bow tie, Charlie carefully guided him back down the stairs and out of the villa. With the blindfold on, he didn’t have a clue where they were going or why, and despite numerous attempts at asking, Charlie wouldn’t tell him. After about the tenth time of asking, Charlie huffed out, “He should have got you a gag to go with the blindfold,” causing Oliver to deliberately let out a fake moan, frustrating his older brother even more.

Charlie guided him into some sort of vehicle, it was bigger than the scooter but he wasn’t sure what it was. The engine started and Oliver could feel the breeze ruffling through his hair. It wasn’t long before they came to a stop and Oliver heard a familiar voice.

David

“Hey baby,” David said as he helped Oliver out of Sofia’s jeep. He felt so nervous, but Oliver looked stunning standing in front of him. All thoughts of what he had planned went out of his head in that moment, as all he could think of was how badly he wanted to get Olly back to the villa and out of that sexy suit.

“Hey, can I take off this blindfold yet?” Oliver replied bringing David back to his senses, he took one last look around him to see if everything was perfect, he needed everything to be perfect for his Olly because Olly was perfect.

“Sure sweetheart, here let me help you,” David said as slipped the blindfold off with ease. When Olly saw the scene in front of him, his beautiful eyes lit up in astonishment. They were on the beach, the same place David had taken them right at the beginning of their trip, but this time they weren’t alone.

“Erm, David, what is all this?” Oliver said uncertain what was going on. David moved to one side so Oliver could fully see what David had set up, causing him to release a gasp. Standing in front of him were all their friends from back home, Max and the rest of David’s rugby team, Oscar and their friends from Uni, Heather and her girlfriend Lucy, David’s friend Archana. As well as his sister Tori and her boyfriend Michael, and of course most of David’s family. There were tiki torches around the edge, with seats surrounding an aisle down the middle.

“Well…,” David started nervously, “I hope it’s ok, but…”

“Spit it out old man,” Oliver teased causing David to chuckle and roll his eyes.

“I was maybe, kinda, hoping that…” David was finding this so difficult.

“He wants you to marry him today,” came a voice from beside him causing him to jump at the surprise.

“God, Tori, you can’t just appear out of nowhere like that,” David said to Tori before turning back to Oliver. “So, what do you think? Will you marry me as the sun sets?” David asked hopefully.

“I’d love to,” Oliver replied instantly as he leaned forward and pulled David into a kiss.

When it seemed like they weren’t going to come up for air, Charlie interrupted, “Enough of that you two, they’ll be plenty of time for that after the wedding.”

David held out his hand for Oliver to take, and once Charlie, Tori and Sofia took their seats with everyone else, he led him slowly down the aisle as an instrumental version of Taylor Swift’s lover played. They were walking towards the sea, surrounded by all the people they cared about and who cared about them. All that is except for Oliver’s parents. They still hadn’t come round to the idea of David and Olly getting married, even 6 months after they announced their engagement. David had approached them about attending the wedding, they were adamant that they would ‘never support this marriage’. When David told his Mum, she had even offered to speak to them on his behalf, but David knew there was no point, he just hoped Olly would feel the same.

But David was determined not to let it ruin their day, he had everything he ever wanted and by the time the sun sets, they would be married. When they reached the officiant at the top of the aisle, they turned back to look at everyone stood there and David felt so blessed. They held hands as they faced each other, then turned to look at the officiant as she began.

Family and Friends,

Thank you all for joining us here today as we meet to celebrate the love between David and Oliver.

Today isn’t just about a marriage, it’s about these two men pledging to take care of each other, be there for each other through good times and bad, and share each each others lives in front of all you they care about.

David Nelson, are you free to marry Oliver Spring?

“I am,” David responded, with a huge grin on his face.

Oliver Spring, are you free to marry David Nelson?

“I am,” Oliver responded, with an equally big smile looking back at David.

That’s great, now for the vows, don’t worry Oliver as David sprung this on you, he chose to stick with simple vows rather than you having to make anything up on the spot. This earned a laugh from their friends and family.

David we’ll start with you, please repeat after me.

I, David.

“I, David,”

Take you, Oliver.

“Take you, Oliver,”

To be my lawfully wedded husband.

“to be my lawfully wedded husband.”

To have and to hold.

“To have and to hold,”

From this day forward.

“From this day forward,”

For all our days.

“For all our days.”

And now Oliver, it’s your turn to repeat after me.

I, Oliver.

“I, Oliver.”

Take you, David.

“Take you, David.”

To be my lawfully wedded husband.

“to be my lawfully wedded husband.”

To have and to hold.

“To have and to hold,”

From this day forward.

“From this day forward,”

For all our days.

“For all our days.”

Excellent, now David I believe you have a ring for Oliver?

“I do,” David confirmed as he pulled a small ring box out of his jacket pocket causing Oliver’s eyes to go wide for the second time this evening.

David, as you place the ring on Oliver’s finger, please repeat after me:

I give you this ring as a symbol of my love.

“I give you this ring as a symbol of my love.”

Let it be a reminder that I am always by your side.

“Let it be a reminder that I am always by your side.”

And that my love for you is as endless as the circle of this ring.

“And that my love for you is as endless as the circle of this ring.”

With this ring, Oliver, you receive a token of David’s affection, trust, and commitment as he did when you proposed. Do you accept this token?

I do,” Oliver smiled a small tear dropped from the corner of his eye. David reached forward and brushed it from his cheek earning him a few awws from the crowd. The officiant smiled before continuing.

It gives me great pleasure then to announce, that by the power vested in me by the love of everyone present and the laws of this land, I now pronounce you husbands for life! Go ahead, I can already tell you’re dying to seal it with a kiss!

And boy did they kiss, Olly jumped into David’s arms, wrapping his legs around David as they kissed passionately as their friends and family cheered and hollered, as the sun set behind them.

Charlie

All the guests were on their feet applauding the happy couple as they walked back down the aisle. They climbed into the back of Sofia’s jeep and she drove them back to the villa. As they disappeared out of sight, Charlie turned to Nick for the first time since he got back from his day with Olly, “Hi.”

“Hi,” Nick replied as a kissed his fiancé, “How was your day with Olly?”

“It was good, until I walked in on him on all fours,” Charlie cringed.

Nick chuckled, “What??”

“David left all these cute little instructions for Olly, but the last one just said, ‘Put on the blindfold then ring the bell’, apparently Olly thought it was a kinky sex thing,” Charlie groaned.

“Did you keep the blindfold?” Nick asked seductively causing Charlie to grin as Nick moved in a started nuzzling at his neck. Charlie tried not to groan as he breathlessly said, “Nick…Nick, we’re not alone.”

“Oh,” Nick said coming up for air.

Catching sight of the boys’ intimacy, Oliver’s friend Oscar came over to the two boys with a wicked smirk on his face.

“Is this a private party, or can I join?” Oscar leered.

Nick’s jaw dropped and he was lost for words. “Have you met Olly’s friend Oscar?” Charlie asked Nick.

“Enchanté,” Oscar said as he reached for Nick’s hand and kissed it tenderly causing Nick to blush a deep shade of red.

“Hands off pretty boy, he’s mine,” Charlie warned feeling possessive.

“Aww, you really think I’m pretty?” Oscar batted his eyelashes.

“Leave now, or I’ll set my sister on you,” Charlie hissed. Oscar didn’t need telling twice, he’d met Tori before, he scurried off and quickly found someone else to flirt with.

“Wow, he’s…something,” was all Nick managed to say making Charlie giggle before they kissed again.

Looking around at the scene in front of him, Charlie asked “How did David manage to pull all this off anyway?”

“With a lot of help,” Nick chuckled before continuing, “Sofia played a huge part in it, she collected everyone from the airport and got them all here after you and Olly left this morning. She also arranged the chairs and the officiant a couple of months ago. When David got in touch and explained what he wanted to do, she was so excited to help.”

“It all looks amazing,” Charlie gushed as he looked around again.

Nick

“So, David’s organised a party back up by the pool,” Nick told Charlie with a hint of seduction in his voice.

“Oh?”

“I was thinking,” Nick said as he took hold of Charlie’s waist, pulling him close to him, “we could stay and enjoy the last of the sunset.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Nick replied before pressing their lips together. He felt Charlie’s mouth open just enough for his tongue to slip inside, allowing them to passionately make out as everyone else was now dispersing. Sitting back down, Nick effortlessly pulled Charlie into his lap without breaking their kiss, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies. By the time they had to come up for air, the rest of the guests were all gone and the last of the tiki torches was just being extinguished by the gentle breeze.

“You know, we’ve been coming here for years and there’s one place we’ve never had sex,” Nick teased as he brushed a curl away from Charlie’s face.

“Nick,” was all Charlie managed to breath out before Nick scooped Charlie up in his arms and carried him behind a sand dune that was just behind the makeshift wedding venue. He gently laid Charlie on the ground and started kissing his lovers neck, eliciting the most beautiful moans that Nick knew he would never get tired of hearing. Nick felt Charlie reaching for the buttons on his shirt and as Charlie got the last button undone, Nick whispered in Charlie’s ear, “I’ve prepped myself for you baby.”

That seemed to set Charlie on fire as Nick found himself pulled down on top of his body, their tongues duelling inside each other’s mouths. Charlie’s hands reached down inside the back of Nick’s boxers, searching for his hole. A deep moan escaped Charlie straight into Nick’s mouth, Nick knew that was the moment that Charlie had found the plug he’d inserted earlier.

Charlie broke the kiss and said, “A plug too? I didn’t see you pack that?”

“David’s not the only one full of surprises,” Nick smiled.

“Fuck, Nick,” Charlie purred.

The pair rushed to get each other’s clothes off, neither wanting to waste another second with anything separating their bodies. As soon as they were both naked under the night’s sky, Charlie flipped them so that he was on top, surprising Nick with this show of strength. It was Nick’s turn to moan now, as Charlie’s lips wrapped around his nipples.

It felt like electricity was radiating through his body when Charlie started easing the plug in and out of his hole, stretching him further. After all these year’s together, Nick and Charlie knew every inch of each other’s bodies and knew just how to bring each other to the brink of ecstasy and back, teasing and toying with each other until they were both ready to explode.

When Nick felt he couldn’t take the sensations of the plug any longer he moaned, “Char—liiee, I need yoooou.” Charlie’s eyes were dark with lust, he didn’t need telling twice, in a swift move Charlie had the plug out of Nick’s ass and was replacing it with his own stiff cock. In one slow and steady push, Charlie moved until he was all the way inside his fiancé. Even having been plugged for a couple of hours, the feeling of Charlie fully inside him left Nick feeling a different sort of full.

It didn’t take long for Nick to adjust to Charlie’s length, “Baby, I’m ready” he purred. Charlie started slowly easing himself out and back in, causing Nick to start moving to meet each of Charlie’s thrusts. But it wasn’t enough, he needed more. Nick had been plugged for hours now and was desperate for Charlie to take him, to use him, to remind him that he belonged to him and only him.

“More…need….you, Char,” was all Nick managed to say between Charlie’s low thrusts. Charlie picked up the pace, giving Nick what he wanted. Charlie was slamming into Nick harder and harder, thrusting deep inside him, shaking Nick to his core. No matter how many times they had sex, Nick always loved the way it made him feel so much closer to Charlie. It didn’t matter whether he was topping or being topped, he just needed to be close to Charlie like it was the air he needed to breath.

Nick could tell when Charlie was close, he had adjusted his angle and was now hitting Nick’s prostate with each thrust causing Nick’s breaths to become ragged. Just a few more thrusts and Nick was pushed over the edge, cumming hands-free and painting his stomach. His ass clenched as he spilled his load, squeezing Charlie’s cock tightly causing him to fill him with his own release.

They were both panting as they came down from their orgasms when they heard from behind them, “Looks like they had the same idea as us baby.” Charlie’s head whipped round to see David and Olly right behind them while he was still buried deep inside his fiancé.

“Nicky, I didn’t know you were a bottom,” David teased causing Nick’s face to flush.

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Chapter Four – Getting Ready

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David prepares to surprise Oliver

Oliver

The past week had just flown past, everything in Menorca was amazing. David wanted to share everything he loved about the island with Oliver. He’d even introduced him to one of his oldest friends, Sofia who Oliver thought was so cool. She took them out on a glass bottomed boat to watch the fish swimming in a nearby cove on the edge of the island, it was an amazing experience. Sofia was so much fun too, telling Oliver all sorts of embarrassing stories about David’s visits when they were both growing up.

David had never mentioned that Sofia was his first kiss, something Oliver knew he was going to tease him about for weeks. He knew it was only once a year that David got to see Sofia, so when David asked him if it would be ok for him to spend today just him and her, apart from some gentle teasing about David leaving him for another woman he was absolutely fine with it. Instead, Oliver was going to spend the day exploring some of the ruins that Charlie loved with him and Nick.

At least that was the plan, but when they woke up that morning apparently Nick had caught the sun yesterday, despite Charlie’s best impression of a mother hen, and wasn’t feeling up to going out. So now it was just going to be him and Charlie. They had reserved a couple of scooters and were headed out at a ridiculously early time so they could, as Charlie put it, “get out before all the tourists”. He didn’t seem to appreciate the irony of that.

David wasn’t due to leave to see Sofia for another couple of hours, so when Oliver got up to shower, he was careful not to wake him. Before he left their room to go meet Charlie, he gave David a quick kiss on the forehead and left the room trying not to make a sound.

David

As soon as David heard the buzz of the scooters leaving the villa, he was up and out of bed as fast as he could. There was so much to do today and very little time to do it. He grabbed his phone and text Sofia.

David: The coast is clear…go, go, go

Sofia: 😁 Roger

David: I’m sure that’s only for radios

Sofia: Do we really have time for this?

David: No, you’re right, as you were, go, go, go

Sofia: 🤣 such a dork 😘

He heard the sound of crashing downstairs, so he knew his brother was already hard at work in the kitchen. Deciding to skip his morning shower, he could do that when he dressed later, he headed down to see if Nick needed anything before he moved on to the next phase of his plan.

“How’s it going little brother?” David asked as he entered the kitchen to find Nick covered in flour wearing an odd combination of an apron and swim shorts.

“It’s fine, it’ll be fine, I’ve got this,” Nick tried to reassure while failing to brush off the mess from the front of his apron.

“Cool, is Mum up yet?”

“Yeah, she went to store to get some more eggs, it seems Olly ate a load of them before he left, and I wasn’t quite sure if there were still going to be enough for this.”

Olly does love his eggs, David thought to himself, vividly remembering the first time Olly had been to his apartment. David still pictured that first time together so vividly, but now wasn’t the time to reminisce, he had a few hours until Oliver would be back with Charlie. He’d told Charlie to keep Olly away from the villa as long as he could, with explicit instructions to be back by 7pm.

After ensuring Nick didn’t need him for anything, David went upstairs to his Mum’s room and grabbed the bags she’d helped him hide from Olly in there. It contained everything he needed for his surprise, well everything except for the things Nick and Sofia were organising for him. He laid two of the bags out on the bed in their room before going back down to the dining table with the third bag where he set to work.

Nick

Normally Nick loved to bake, and he was so happy when David asked him to help, but the villa’s kitchen just wasn’t as well organised, or stocked, as his and Charlie’s was back home. He’d manage somehow, he promised his brother after all, but it was much more stressful than anything he had made before.

David has asked him to bake two cakes, one was Chocolate fudge with elaborate Chocolate curls on top that reminded him of Charlie’s delicious brown locks that he just loved to run his fingers through. While the other cake was the Nelson brothers own favourite, an elaborate Lemon cake with Lemon cream cheese buttercream. It was going to be tight to bake and decorate it all before Olly was due back, but once his Mum got back, they were going to work as a team to whip all the ingredients together and get both bakes done.

The cakes were supposed to represent David and Olly as a couple, two opposites coming together to one whole. Nick was surprised at just how romantic the whole thing was, he never really saw his brother as the sappy sort, that was always more his thing, but Nick guessed a lot of that was Olly’s influence.

Once his Mum got back with the eggs, the pair were ready to start, they worked side by side with the radio on happily singing along together, badly, to whatever random tune was playing. Nick loved spending time with his Mum, and getting to do this together for his brother just made it all the more special.

Charlie

Getting to spend the day with his little brother was a rarity for Charlie these days, at least not just the two of them. They saw each other all the time, but usually Nick and David were there too. So to get to laugh and joke, and ok sometimes whine about there partners too, was such an amazing experience. Charlie hoped once they were back home, they could try harder to spend time together just them, and ok maybe Tori too, she was a Spring sibling as well after all and far too scary to leave out.

From what he could tell, Charlie didn’t think Olly had a clue what was going on back at the villa. He hoped everything was going to plan, and that he didn’t mess up himself and ruin the surprise before they arrived. Although everything they were doing seemed quite random to Olly, Charlie had everything planned almost to the minute for their day together. David had told him to get Olly back by 7 and he was determined not to let his future brother-in-law down.

Charlie was conscious that the aim wasn’t to tire them both out before they got home, so they enjoyed a long lunch in a gorgeous old lighthouse before it was time for them to jump on their scooters and head back to the villa.

Everything was quiet when they got back to the villa, not to Charlie’s surprise. When the got off their scooters outside the front door, he offered to wheel them round to the small parking garage so they would be safe before they had to be returned tomorrow. As he did this, Oliver headed inside.

Chapter Three – Enjoying the Sun

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The boys enjoy the summer sunshine.

David

David always thought it was beautiful here in Menorca, it was always sunny, their villa was a short walk from the most gorgeous beach and if they wanted to, they could avoid seeing another soul for almost the entire time they stayed. David led Olly past the large outdoor pool to a steep set of steps that let down to the beach. The steps were surrounded on each side by a canopy of trees to shade climbers from the gorgeous summer sun.

When they reached the beach at the bottom, David’s hand instinctively found Olly’s and they started walking along the water’s edge hand in hand. He’d never felt the urge to hold hands with his previous partners, sure he did it if they wanted to, but with Olly it was like he was drawn to him like a magnet. There were a few others on the beach when they got to it, but as they walked further away from the villa, they found the numbers grew less and less until they were the only ones to be seen or heard.

“It’s so peaceful here,” Olly remarked.

“I know, isn’t it wonderful. This is my favourite spot on the island. I used to come here as a kid when my parents were fighting and just sit and listen to the sound of the sea. It was as if there was no one else in the world and nothing could hurt me,” David reminisced.

David found himself pulled into a hug, clearly his pathetic childhood had made Olly feel sorry for him. Nonetheless, David wrapped his arms around his fiancé and held on tightly, nuzzling his face into his curls. David pulled back slightly to look Olly in the face, “Hey, it was a long time ago baby, now I have the most wonderful gift in the world standing right in front of me.” This caused Olly to bury his face back into David’s chest, embarrassed by all the sappiness. When Olly looked up at their surroundings he had a mischievous glint in his eye.

Oliver

“You know, we haven’t seen anyone the entire time we’ve been here,” Oliver winked, “We could, you know,” this time he grazed his hand against David’s crotch feeling his lover growing instantly from the contact.

“Such a bad, bad boy,” David grinned before he was leading Oliver behind a larger sand dune just in case anyone came by, they didn’t want to be interrupted after all. As soon as they were semi-hidden, Oliver pounced, knocking David down onto the warm sand and quickly pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss. Their hands clawing at each other’s clothes in a rush to get them off, to feel their bodies against each other as quickly as they could without their tongues having to separate for any longer than was absolutely necessary.

Cursing himself for not planning better and bringing some lube, Olly resigned himself to the fact that they wouldn’t be able to fuck on the beach, at least not today. Once David’s shirt was off, Oliver started kissing his way down his well-defined chest and abs towards his prize tucked inside David’s shorts. In only took one swift movement for Oliver to have David’s shorts off his legs and take all of his cock into his mouth eliciting the sweetest moan from David that Oliver always loved to be the cause of. Oliver bobbed up and down swallowing every inch of David’s cock over and over again.

Oliver knew David wouldn’t last long, which was probably for the best as they were still in a public place in the middle of the day. He felt David tangling his fingers in his curls which caused his own moans to escape his lips. With a few well placed swipes of his tongue bar against the underside of David’s cock, it wasn’t long before Oliver got his reward, as David released a long moan and shot his load straight down Oliver’s throat. Once he came back down from his orgasm, David started trying to swap places to return the favour but as he reached for the top of his shorts, Oliver put his hand on David’s to stop him and say, “Erm, not right now baby.”

Confused David asked, “I really don’t think there’s much risk of us getting caught here.”

“It’s not that,” Oliver said blushing, “I already did.” David clearly didn’t understand so with a sigh Oliver spelled it out for him, “I’ve already cum, when you your fingers tangled in my hair, I couldn’t last any longer.” Oliver was embarrassed but he had no need to be as David reassured him, “Fuck, that’s hot!” It was David’s turn to pounce on him then, kissing him on the beach with his pale ass on full display if anyone was to come by and find them.

Charlie

Charlie still felt proud that he could turn his fiancé into jelly after all these years together. Lying down on the bed in their room he looked at Nick lying next to him, blissed out from his earth-shattering orgasm that Charlie happily swallowed every drop of. They laid there for a while before Charlie suggested they move out to the pool to relax in the sun. He finished applying sun cream to Nick, planting lazy kisses around his body along the way, before they both headed out to the open-air pool.

Nick wore just his long swim shorts and Charlie thought he still looked as sexy as they day they first met back in Truham, he still couldn’t believe he was so lucky that this beautiful man was in love with him. Charlie chose to wear a T-Shirt with his own shorts. Although he was no longer as ashamed of how he looked compared to back when they were in school, he still didn’t feel comfortable with others seeing his body. Except for Nick, Nick was the only one who had seen him like that and he knew Nick loved him just the way he was.

When they arrived at the side of the pool, Nick sat down on the sun lounger first and then Charlie climbed on between his legs. It wasn’t that there weren’t plenty of sun loungers for them to have their own, they just loved being physically close to each other whenever they could be. Once they were settled, Charlie pulled out his book to read, while Nick was idly running his fingers through Charlie’s curls. It felt so soothing and comforting, he felt so happy to be in his boyfriend’s fiancé’s arms. Charlie smiled as he remembered that they were engaged, Nick caught him looking down at the engagement ring on his finger, “Did you just remember that we’re engaged again?”

Charlie blushed but Nick couldn’t see from behind him, still looking at the ring on his finger, Charlie replied, “I’m just so happy, before I met you, I never dreamed all this would happen for me.”

“Oh Char,” Nick cooed as he pulled Charlie a little tighter to him and pressed a kiss to the back of his neck, “I love you so much, I can’t wait until we are married, and I can call you, my husband.”

“I was thinking,” Charlie started before stopping himself.

“What were you thinking baby?” Nick asked with nothing but love in his voice.

“No, it’s stupid,” Charlie insisted. Nick adjusted them so that he could look at Charlie’s face as he told him, “Charlie, I promise I won’t think it’s stupid, what were you thinking?”

Taking a deep breath Charlie reluctantly told Nick, “I was just thinking, I know we haven’t talked about it, but once we’re married, well maybe we could, erm,” Charlie was babbling, why was this so difficult. This was Nick, he knew Nick would never judge him for this, and what’s the worst that could happen, he wasn’t going to leave him over this of all things. After taking another deep breath, Charlie continued, “I thought, would you like to take each other’s names.”

“Yes!” Nick beamed.

Nick

“Really?” Charlie seemed shocked at how enthusiastic Nick was.

“I’d love that Charlie, I want the world to know I belong to you,” Nick had been thinking for a while about how to bring up their married names for a while now, but just like with their proposal, Charlie had beaten him to it. “I was thinking about it too,” Nick reassured Charlie.

“Really?” Charlie was still shocked causing Nick to chuckle, “Yes, really, I’ve been thinking about it since the night we got engaged. Before we were engaged actually,” now it was Nick’s turn to blush.

“Oh yeah, how much before?” Charlie asked now with a cheeky glint in his beautiful blue eyes.

“Erm,” Nick rubbed the back of his neck feeling a little embarrassed, “you remember back when we were riding to the restaurant on Valentine’s Day?” Charlie nodded, “well I was going through all sorts of different names in my head to see what they sounded like.”

“And what did they sound like Nicky,” Charlie teased, “why don’t you let me hear the names you were thinking.”

Nick was sure his face was bright red now, but he could never resist anything Charlie asked.

“Mr Nicholas Spring,” Nick started before he placed a kiss on one of Charlie’s dimples, “Mr Charles Nelson,” Nick continued placing a kiss on the other dimple, “Nick & Charlie Nelson-Spring,” Nick purred dipping his tongue into one of Charlie’s ears, “Charlie & Nick Spring-Nelson,” Nick punctuated this last one dipping his tongue into Charlie’s other ear before lightly biting on the lobe causing a moan to escape Charlie’s lips just as Sarah rounded the corner.

“Sorry for interrupting boys, I just wanted to let you know we’re back,” Sarah said embarrassed at interrupting the sweet moment between the boys.

“Thanks Mum,” Nick called as Charlie buried his blushing face into Nick’s shoulder.

Chapter Two – La Villa Nelson

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The boys have arrived in Menorca.

Oliver

Nothing could really prepare for Oliver for the villa that Sarah had booked for everyone in Menorca, from the outside the white sandstone walls were sharply contrasted with terracotta framed windows and doors that would look clean and simple if it wasn’t for the palatial size of it. Of course it had to not only fit Sarah and her boys, but also Sarah’s extended family, so it made sense it would big but Olly couldn’t even begin to imagine how much this all must have cost, yet she refused to accept any money from him when he tried to pay his way. Each time he’d offer, she would shrug him off saying, “Nonsense honey, you’re family,” but after seeing the villa, Oliver was even more determined to pay Sarah back somehow.

Inside was a stark contrast to the outside of the villa, as they walked in the ground floor had an open layout taking up most of the footprint of the building. Yet it somehow still managed to feel homely with the furniture used to clearly define each area. A large dining table was positioned between the pristine kitchen and the large curved sofa to break up the space making it feel less imposing. To the side of the kitchen were two small bedrooms with a shared bathroom that Sarah’s sister and her children would be staying in. While on the opposite wall an imposing staircase wove its way upstairs to where the remaining bedrooms were located.

Unlike the downstairs bedrooms, the bedrooms upstairs each had their own private ensuite bathrooms, to give each of the couples some privacy away from the rest of the family. Oliver just hoped the walls weren’t too thin between each room, he didn’t want a repeat of Christmas when he overheard Nick very loudly praising his own brother for ‘how good he felt inside him’. Oliver would have happily gone to his grave never knowing what his brother got up to in bed.

Nick

Nick had always loved these family holidays. Before he met Charlie it was one of the few times that he could really be himself without having to worry about what anyone else thought of him or be what they expected him to be. Even David’s attitude towards him when they were growing up couldn’t affect him in the same way when they were here. It helped that often his and David’s rooms were as far apart as possible, so it was easier to avoid him.

Things between him and David were so much better now, maybe in a way it was Olly’s influence him, but Nick liked to think that it was also because once David had discovered he wasn’t as ‘Straight’ as he previously thought, he could relate more to Nick and see more how some of the ways he acted might have impacted his younger brother. They were closer now than ever before, no one was more surprised than Nick when David had even shared his plans for this trip with him and he was more than happy to help make this a holiday Olly would never forget.

Nick must have drifted off into his head because he didn’t notice Charlie was talking to him until he was waving his hand in front of his face saying, “Earth to Nick? Are you listening to me?”

Blushing Nick replied, “Sorry, I was miles away, what did you say love?”

Charlie smiled and shook his head, “I was saying, now we’ve emptied our cases, why don’t we go down to the beach and enjoy the sun before it sets.”

“That sounds great, let’s go,” Nick turned and reached for the door when Charlie put his hand on his shoulder.

“Oh no, first we need to put some sun cream on you,”

“You’ll have to catch me first,” teased Nick as he dashed from the room. He made it to the bottom of the stairs where Olly and David were sat on the sofa when Charlie called out from the top, “NICHOLAS NELSON! if you don’t get your arse back here right NOW so that I can put this sun cream on you, then I swear to god you will not be having sex again before our wedding night.”

“We’re not getting married for 18 months, you wouldn’t dare,” Nick retorted.

“You think? Want to try me and see Nelson?” Charlie replied with his arms folded across his chest and one eyebrow raised in a way that both scared Nick and reminded him of Jane when she was angry (although Nick would never admit that to Charlie).

Nick glanced at David and Olly, “Dude, I don’t think he’s bluffing,” David helpfully supplied before Nick decided he best go back upstairs, pouting as he approached Charlie on the stairs.

Charlie

Returning to their room Charlie told Nick to remove his shirt and started to apply sun cream all over Nick’s fair skin. As he did this Charlie lightly scolded, “I don’t want a repeat of last year, where you went home burned to a frazzle and I spent the next few weeks coating you in aloe vera to ease your skin. Don’t you remember that you couldn’t even lay down to sleep because your skin was so raw, let alone get in a comfortable enough position for us to have sex.”

“You’re right, you’re right,” Nick admitted while giving Charlie and cheeky pec on the lips over his shoulder as Charlie started to coat his back.

Once Nick’s chest, arms and back were coated, Charlie moved down to Nick’s legs and using both hands rubbed up from Nick’s feet to just inside the leg of his shorts, repeating the same motion a few times to ensure the cream was properly rubbed in. With his head the same height as Nick’s cock, Charlie could see his fiancé was starting to get hard from the innocent touch giving Charlie an idea. He looked up into Nick’s eyes with a smirk on his face and said, “While I’m down here, I could help you with that,” lightly grazing his hand over the outline of Nick’s stiffening cock through his shorts for emphasis, causing a moan to slip involuntarily from Nick’s lips.

“Would you like that baby?” Charlie teased with another gentle caress causing yet another moan to come from Nick standing above him.

“I need you to tell me what you want Nick,” Charlie said before lightly blowing on the outside of the thin material causing Nick’s cock to stand to attention tenting the fabric of his shorts.

“Need…you,” was all Nick manage to stammer out through his sex-fuelled haze. Charlie could have given Nick what he knew they both wanted but he was feeling playful and they had time.

“What do you need Nick? Me to stop, is that what you need?”

“No!” Nick quickly rushed out, “Need…your mouth, Char,” was all the words he seemed to manage. Charlie smiled, he loved how easy it was to turn Nick into a horny mess. Accepting he wasn’t going to get any more sense out of him, Charlie reached forward and pulled down Nick’s shorts, “no boxers?” Charlie asked but before Nick could even try to think of a response, Charlie wrapped his mouth around his cock and started sliding slowly down Nick’s length inch by inch while Nick moaned loudly above him.

David

David was on the sofa, kissing Olly’s neck while Olly was sat on his lap grinding down against his cock. He should really move this up to their room, but it felt too good to break the spell or the contact between them. He knew his mum, or even his cousins, could walk in any moment – they’d only gone to the shops to stock up on food – but his brain wasn’t the one in control anymore, not now all the blood in his body was rushing south to his growing erection.

Not able to take Olly’s teasing any more, David made quick work of flipping Olly on his back and climbing on top of him returning his lips to Olly’s neck as he held his hands firmly above his head with one hand. While his free hand slipped down under Olly’s t-shirt. Just as David found Olly’s pierced nipple and was about to start tweaking it the way he knew would elicit a moan from his man, the pair were stopped in their tracks by the sounds of someone else moaning.

They could clearly hear their brothers had beat them to it upstairs. The pair had never been strangers to having sex while others were doing the same nearby, they’d even been to a sex club with David’s friend Max a few times over the last few years, but there was nothing more off-putting than the sounds of your brothers being the ones having sex. David only wished it was the first time this had happened.

He carefully collapsed next to Olly on the sofa and the pair both started laughing, “Shall we go out for a bit?” David asked when they both calmed down.

“Love to,” Olly smiled back at him.

Chapter One – Flying Out

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Oliver joins the annual Nelson trip to Menorca for the first time.

This is a Dolly focused story, but Narlie will be along for the ride.

You don’t have to have read the previous parts of this series to enjoy this story, but there may be small references to events that happened in parts 1-3.

Oliver

Oliver was so excited for his first time joining the Nelson family for their annual trip to Menorca. He’d heard all about them from both David and Charlie, who had been joining the Nelson’s every year since he was 18, when Jane & Julio could no longer stop him. Although their families knew about their relationship before last summer’s holiday, it was too late for Oliver to go too because he’d already made plans to spend the summer on a road trip with his friends from uni.

They were all waiting at the airport for their gate to be announced. He was sat next to David, while opposite them Nick & Charlie were cuddled up in each other’s arms not a care in the world. Around them David’s cousins were running around between the seats working off their excess energy ahead of the flight.

Already this holiday felt different to Oliver, previously most of his trips abroad had been with his family to see his grandparents in Almería, and while he loved to see them, those trips were always the same. They’d start with their mother screaming at everyone for not being ready when she wanted them to be, even when they were. They’d all get in the car to drive to the airport and then Jane would be the last one ready to go, which of course she would always say was someone else’s fault.

Once they got to the airport, even when they were little, their mother had expected them to sit still and not draw any attention to themselves in case they embarrassed her. In fact, this summed up a lot of his childhood really Oliver thought to himself as he watched the joy of the Nelson family all around him. He would have got in a trouble at their age just for being slightly too loud, and he never would have gotten away with even getting out of the seat let alone running around the airport lounge.

No, the Nelson family and the Springs’ were very different and Oliver was very much looking forward to being officially part of it. Since they got engaged 5 months ago, David and Oliver had discussed planning their wedding but neither of them was in any particular rush. David had even suggested a long engagement might help Oliver’s mother come around to the idea of their marriage, although Oliver seriously doubted that Jane would ever change her mind, once she’d come to a decision, she would stick to it even when the world around her was telling her she was wrong.

Oliver was a little sad that his mother wasn’t supportive of their relationship, but he gave up trying to please her long ago as nothing he ever did was enough. He had come to realise that his own happiness was all that mattered, and David made him happy. In fact, he didn’t think he’d ever been happier than when he was with David, sure he made fun of him constantly and they would fight occasionally, what couple didn’t, but they always made up and they truly did love each other.

Nick

Nick looked across at his brother opposite him in the departure lounge. David was curled up holding Oliver close to him in the same way Nick was holding Charlie. He was so glad they found each other, sure it was a little weird at first, not just because their brothers were dating each other, but because David being anything but straight had come as a massive shock to all of them. But as he and Charlie spent more time with them, Nick could see that David seemed truly happy for the first time in his life. Growing up Nick and David’s relationship was strained to the say the least, but since he’d started dating Oliver, they’d grown so much closer, it was almost like now that David was no longer denying to himself who he really was, he was able to let Nick in and they were finally able to be brothers rather than adversaries.

Previously on these family holidays, Nick would do as much as could to avoid spending time with David, especially since Charlie had started joining them. After the way David had treated them when he first found out about Nick and Charlie dating, Nick had done everything he could to keep them apart to protect Charlie. For the first time, this year he didn’t feel like they needed to keep their distance. Sure, Nick and Charlie would enjoy spending some time alone, they were young, horny and in love, but he was actually looking forward to spending time together without it being some forced activity that they were doing just to please their mum.

David looked up and saw his brother looking at him and they gave each other a small smile. Yeah, ‘they could do this’, Nick thought to himself. Everything was going to be great.

Charlie

To everyone around him, Charlie hoped he looked calm and relaxed, like he knew he should be feeling when he was about to go on holiday. He knew once they arrived, it would be amazing, especially getting to share it with Oliver for the first time too. But Charlie hated flying, he was an anxious flyer and the longer they had to wait to board their plane, the more anxious he became. It was a miracle really that no one from Nick’s family, aside from Nick, had discovered his fear so far.

He hadn’t wanted to tell Nick either, but the first time he joined them on their trip he was so nervous that he started biting his nails until they cuticles underneath bled. Nick, being so in-sync with Charlie, immediately sensed his nerves and when they were alone, he had carefully asked him what was wrong. Charlie remembers the way Nick had approached him like a wounded bird that he didn’t want to frighten, always knowing just what Charlie needed even when he didn’t know himself.

Not wanting to burden anyone with his struggles, Charlie had at first thought about lying to Nick and saying everything was fine, but Nick would have seen through that straight away, he always did. So Charlie told him the truth, and since then whenever they were in the departure lounge, Nick would subtly hold Charlie’s hands to stop him from hurting himself and he would wear extra cologne so that when Charlie curled up in Nick’s arms he was enveloped in the comforting scent that to him was the pure Nick Nelson that he fell in love with all those years ago. It didn’t completely erase his anxiety, but it did help. Nick was safe, Charlie was safe when he was with Nick, and he knew he always would be.

David

David was so pleased he was finally getting to share this trip with Oliver. He understood why Oliver couldn’t come last year, he would never want to deny him the opportunity to spend time with his friends, and he certainly never expected Oliver to change his plans for him. But once their relationship was finally out in the open, David just wanted to spend every second he could showing Oliver how much he meant to him. David remembers last year being teased by his friend Sofia that he seemed to be ‘more miserable than usual’ when they spent time together and it was true, every day of their holiday he was pining for Oliver like some love-sick puppy. David knew then that Olly was it for him, he’d never felt this way about any of the women he’d been with before. He never longed to be by their side when they were apart like he did with Oliver, if Oliver hadn’t proposed on Valentine’s Day, David was certain that he wouldn’t have been able to go much longer before he would have popped the question himself.

He’d been chatting to Sofia for the last few weeks planning for this year’s family break, he wanted to make sure this was a holiday Olly would remember for the rest of their lives. When David had told her what he had planned, Sofia was more than happy to start preparing things on David’s behalf. He knew if Olly had his way, they would spend most of their time having sex whenever and wherever the found themselves, and sure David was more than happy to be part of that. But he also wanted romantic day trips for two exploring the island, walking on the beach holding hands, swimming together in the sea. He wanted to give Oliver the world and show him all the things about Menorca that were special to him.

It wasn’t just Sofia David had let in on his plans, in fact everyone knew what he had planned for this trip except for Olly.

Let Them Eat Cake

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Nick and David talk about wedding plans.

David and Nick had just finished rugby practice and were waiting in a nearby café for their boyfriends to arrive.

“So, how’s the wedding planning going Nicky?” David asked with a smirk.

“Urgh, I wish we’d just gone for something simple and intimate like you and Olly. Do you know how much there is to do for the big wedding we’re having? There’s the venue, the caterers, the suit hire, the florists, the registrar and don’t even get me started on the cake,” Nick groaned in frustration.

He loved Charlie with all his heart, and he knew the big wedding was his own idea. When he suggested it, Nick wanted to show the world how much he loved Charlie and show off how lucky he is to have his beautiful man want to spend the rest of his life with him, but he hadn’t realised how much was actually involved just to get everything in place. Nick had been seriously considering hiring a wedding planner to organise everything for them, but Charlie had insisted it would be a waste of money when between them they could manage everything themselves.

“It’ll all be worth it though, you told me yourself that Charlie’s face lit up when you suggested the big romantic wedding. If Olly had wanted a big fancy wedding, you know I’d have moved heaven and earth to give it to him.”

“I know, I know,” Nick rubbed the back of his neck.

“What happened with the cake?” David asked.

Nick groaned, “So we met a lady who seemed really nice, she showed us a few pictures of cakes she’d made before and had a few taste samples that were soooo good. Seriously David, some of the stuff she’d done was better than my own baking.”

“Wow, they must have tasted great then,” David smiled at his younger brother.

“Right,” Nick continued, “Then she asked when the big day was, and she said she had space in her diary for that. It all seemed to be going well.”

“Right, so what happened?” David asked.

Nick was quiet for a moment before he sighed, “So she made this comment, she said, ‘It’s nice that your fiancé trusts you and your friend with this decision but I’d like to speak with the bride too, to make sure she’s happy with everything too’.”

“How could she misread you and Charlie for being just friends? I’ve never seen you in a room where at least some part of you wasn’t touching,” David teased.

Nick laughed, “I know right.”

“So what did you say to her?”

“Well I assumed it was just one of those innocent misunderstandings, we both did, so I held up Charlie’s hand to show our rings and very politely corrected her, ‘oh no, Charlie is my fiancé, the cake is for our wedding’, nice and friendly with a smile,” Nick explained before continuing, “That’s when she turned, her face turned cold and she snapped her diary shut saying, ‘Oh my mistake, that date won’t work for me, I’m sorry you’ve had a waste journey.’ She reminded me of Jane when she found out about you and Olly, it was pretty scary.”

“Oh Nick, that’s awful,” David reached across to Nick’s hand to squeeze it across the table.

Nick gave a small smile of acknowledgement, “It was awful, I couldn’t believe people were still so bigoted these days, and especially not when you work in the wedding industry where everything is supposed to be all love and joy. Charlie started shaking it was so bad, I just wrapped my arm around his shoulder an got him out of there as quick as I could,” Nick felt his eyes starting to well up at the memory but he tried to fight them back.

“I’m so sorry Nicky, was Charlie okay?” David asked with genuine concern for his future brother-in-law clear on his face.

“Mostly, but when I try to bring up the subject of the cake now, I can tell he’s scared others will be like her. Now he keeps saying that we don’t really need a cake, and that everyone’s always too full at weddings to eat it anyway. But before, he was so excited David, his eyes lit up at the flavours and the design we’d settled on,” Nick rubbed his neck again in frustration, not with Charlie but at the whole situation.

“What was the design?” David asked when Nick was caught off guard.

“What do you mean?” Nick asked, confuse by David’s question.

“The cake design that Charlie loved?”

“Oh, we came up with this idea that represented some of our first memories together as a couple. It was a 3-tier chocolate cake, with bubble-gum coloured icing and then an abstract frame representing the Eiffel tower made of tempered chocolate leaning against it. It’s supposed to represent our first date and our first trip together,” Nick smiled at the happy memories of their early days together.

“Awww, you’re such saps,” David teased.

“Like you and Olly aren’t,” Nick joked back.

“True, true,” David agreed, “what if I made it for you?”

“What?” Nick was confused again by David’s suggestion.

“Your wedding cake, what if I made it for you? Like my wedding present to you both, you know my baking is just as good as yours so it’ll taste amazing,” David smiled at his brother hoping he wouldn’t be offended by his suggestion.

“We can’t ask you to do that David, it’s a lot of pressure making a cake for a wedding, it’s not like baking a few cupcakes for a bake sale.”

“You’re not asking me Nick, I’m offering, please, just consider it. Maybe run it past Charlie and see what he thinks,” at that moment Charlie and Olly walked up to the table.

“What are you running past me?” Charlie asked as he kissed his fiancé’s cheek before sitting down next to him.

“Oh, erm,” Nick stammered before David spoke up, “we were talking about your wedding.”

“Oh yeah, what about it?” Charlie asked smiling at the thought he was going to be marrying the love of his life.

“Well,” David tentatively started, “Nick told me about what happened when you went to look at wedding cakes,” Charlie’s face fell remembering the awful visit they’d had just a few days ago.

Nick squeezed Charlie’s hand, “And I know you said we don’t need a cake, but I know you too well Charlie Spring. You loved the cake we had planned.”

“Nick-,” Charlie started to say before Nick cut him off, “Don’t deny it baby, we both did.”

Nick and Charlie looked at each other lovingly and when neither of them said anything for a few moments, David spoke up again, “So, I had a thought. I was thinking what if I made your wedding cake for the two of you,” before either of them could say anything David quickly added on, “as a wedding present,” David knew it might be a little manipulative, but he thought that turning down a present would be more difficult for the couple than just turning down his suggestion.

“We couldn’t ask that of you David,” Charlie replied.

“Spooky, that’s what Nick said too,” David smiled, “but you aren’t asking, I’m offering. Look at it this way, you know I’m an amazing baker.”

“Ha, modest much,” Olly cheekily interrupted earning him a jab in the side from his fiancé.

“There’s no point denying the truth Olly, you’ve had my muffins,” David winked at Olly before turning his attention back to the other side of the table, “And you know I’m not going to turn out to be some homophobic psycho bitch, anymore,” David joked causing small laughs from Nick and Charlie. “Plus think of it as one less expense and one item to tick off your list.”

Nick and Charlie looked at each other and without saying a word out loud they turned back to David and Charlie replied, “Thank you David, if you’re sure it won’t be too much trouble, we’d love to accept your offer,” before adding on, “and we’re happy to pay you for it too.”

“Nonsense,” David replied with a smile, “I’m not charging you Charlie. Firstly, I get to make something magical for your wedding and secondly, you’re family Charlie, both of you.”

Charlie felt his eyes starting to well-up with tears, David had called him family. While he knew technically once he was married to Nick they would be family, the fact David saw him like that already made him feel quite emotional.

“Thank you David,” Charlie said as he got up from his seat and moved round to give David a huge hug almost worthy of a Nelson.

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Chapter 4 – Stéphane

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Nick & Charlie and David & Olly travel to Paris to see Stéphane Nelson.

I’ve seen lots of different ways of incorporating French into Heartstopper stories, for this story I have shown the English translation after a || notation on each line.

The French has been produced using Google Translate so apologies if it’s not quite right.

CW: There is some implied homophobia in this chapter.

Still reeling after everything that happened with telling Charlie and Oliver’s parents, David and Nick decided it would be best to wait a little before they had to approach their own father with the news. A couple of weeks went by and David and Nick were discussing how best to approach Stéphane.

“We could just call him up, leave a message on his voicemail telling him we’re getting married and leave it with him to approach us,” David suggested.

“He’s still our dad, we can’t just tell him in a voicemail message,” Nick scolded.

“Well it’s not like he ever answers his phone.”

“No David, you know what I mean. We should tell him in person, like we did for Mum and for Olly and Char’s parents,” Nick ever the optimist.

“And look how well that went,” David reminded Nick. Nick gave him a sympathetic smile, “How is Olly doing?”

David sighed, “Mostly ok, I guess, we talked a little about it, right after it happened, but then he clammed up and is just pretending they don’t exist.” Nick reached for David’s shoulder, “Give him time.”

“I am, I just,” David paused but Nick finished his sentence for him, “you just wish you could make everything better. Sounds familiar.” David nodded.

“We should go to Paris,” Nick suddenly announced.

“There’s still no guarantee Dad will see us. You know he’s always had better things to do than spend time with us.”

“That’s why we should go to Paris,” Nick said as if his reasoning was obvious, “then even if we don’t manage to see him, at least we get to take our fiancés to the city of love,” Nick smiled proudly as if he’d jut had the best idea ever. David thought about it, and he couldn’t deny that the thought of taking Olly away for a romantic break had its appeal.

A few weeks later, when the easter holidays arrived at Nick’s school, David and Nick were boarding the Eurostar at London’s St Pancras station to take their partners to Paris. Charlie had asked Nick if they planned to see Stéphane when they were there, but Nick had just waved him off with a “we’ll see.” Charlie knew from their previous trip to Paris when thy were still in school, that trying to meet up with Nick’s dad was a mission in itself. He hoped, for Nick’s sake, that Stéphane would make the time to see his sons. No matter what feelings he had about his own mother, at least she wanted to see her children, even if you she was awful to them when she did.

The journey to Paris was spent laughing, joking, and enjoying the onboard bar facilities. They’d decided not to drive so that if everything went badly, Nick and David could drown their sorrows safe in the knowledge that the train would get them home safely.

“Mesdames et Messieurs, nous arrivons maintenant à Paris, Gare du Nord”, was announced through the trains PA system || “Ladies and Gentlemen, we are now arriving at Paris, Gare du Nord”. As their train approached the station, the boys made sure they had all their belongings for their long weekend and prepared to leave the train.

Their hotel was just a short walk from the station, when they arrived at reception David spoke to the woman behind the desk, “Bonjour, j’ai réservé deux chambres au nom de David Nelson.” || Hello, I booked two rooms in the name of David Nelson.

She typed David’s name into the computer in front of her to locate their booking, “Deux chambres doubles? Mais vous êtes tous des hommes? Nous avons quelques chambres doubles disponibles si vous préférez.” || Two double rooms? But you are all men? We have some twin rooms available if you would prefer.

Charlie felt Nick tense up at his side, but as he didn’t speak French he didn’t know what the woman had said. He placed his hand at the base of Nick’s back to try and ease his tension with his touch.

Unperturbed by the receptionists response, David calmly replied, “J’ai réservé deux chambres doubles, c’est ce que nous voulons.” || I booked two double rooms, that is what we want.

The woman gave the boys a look that Charlie could have sworn was one of disgust before she placed two sets of key cards on the desk in front of David and walked away from the counter.

“Quelle salope!” Nick muttered || What a bitch!

“In English please Frenchie,” Charlie teased his boyfriend.

“Oh, sorry, she was just really judgmental about us having double beds and erm,” Nick paused, “she tried to get us to change to two twin rooms instead.”

“What a bitch,” Charlie replied which made Nick laugh, “that’s what I said.”

As the boys rode up in the lift to their floor, Olly whispered in David’s ear, “Maybe tonight you can talk to me in French while you’re inside me,” causing David to blush.

“I heard that,” Charlie told his brother.

“Shit,” Olly said.

“Aww, it seems you’re not the only Spring sibling to like it when the Nelsons speak French mon armour,” Nick teased, now it was Charlie’s turn to blush. That night in their rooms though, the Nelson brothers did both whisper sweet affections in French while they were each inside their lovers.

The first couple of days they were in Paris they hadn’t managed to get hold of Stéphane, instead they spent their time exploring the city and having romantic dinners together reminiscent of their joint Valentine’s meal. They all went up the Eiffel Tower, but this time Nick & Charlie finally got to kiss at the top, unlike on their previous trip to Paris when Nick was still in the closet.

The day before they were due to head back to England, they finally got the call they had been waiting for, Stéphane was free to meet them today at his apartment. As they were heading across the city, Olly was starting to feel nervous. He still felt bad about what had happened to David with his own parents and now not only was David going to be telling his dad about them, but he was also actually coming out to him so that he could do that. David had tried to reassure him that it would all be ok, but it didn’t help with alleviating his thoughts.

Sensing his brother’s anxiety, Charlie came over and took Olly’s hand in his, “Listen, everything will be ok. David is doing this as much for him as he is for you. He loves you Olly and nothing is going to change that.” Olly let out the breathe that he hadn’t realise he’d been holding.

“Thanks Charlie,” Olly smiled at his big brother, “you really are a good brother.” Charlie pulled Olly in for a hug and then returned to Nick’s side.

“He’s right you know,” David leaned in, making Olly jump.

“Don’t do that.”

“It will be ok Olly, I haven’t cared what he thinks of me for years and I promise if he were to say anything nasty about you, we’ll leave and never look back,” David reassured him while holding tight to his hand.

“This is it,” Nick called when they reached Stéphane’s apartment building. As they walked inside the lobby they all looked around at the white walls with sharp black accents and modern artwork adorning them. “Fancy,” Olly said.

When they all walked into the apartment it felt more like a show home than somewhere that anyone actually lived. Everything was spotless and looked like it hadn’t been used before.

“Entrez, soyez les bienvenus, puis-je vous apporter quelque chose à boire, les garçons?” Stéphane offered.|| Come in, welcome, can I get you boys something to drink?

“Pouvons-nous parler en anglais s’il vous plaît papa, Charlie et Olly ne parlent pas français,” asked Nick. || Can we speak in English please papa, Charlie & Olly don’t speak French.

“Bien sûr, of course, my apologies, coffee?” || Of course.

The boys all nodded their acceptance of Stéphane’s offer of coffees and followed him into the kitchen. It was looking more and more like this wasn’t somewhere he spent a lot of time, as their father’s attempts to use his fancy coffee machine were a bit of a disaster. Thankfully Oliver & Charlie both spent their spare time while at university working as baristas so between them they had the machine purring in no time.

Coffees in hand, they all settled around the small table in the corner of the kitchen.

“So how are you boys?” Stéphane asked without directing his question at anyone in particular. David & Nick both replied ‘Good’ in unison in response. This was it, they had to make their announcement one last time. Nick and David had already agreed that sticking to the same order as before made sense as David had more explaining to do than Nick.

Not knowing how long they would have before work would call him away, Nick started, “Papa, so you know Charlie and I have been together for 10 years now. Well,” Nick looked to Charlie and they smiled at each other before Nick continued, “we’re getting married.”

“That’s wonderful news, congratulations boys,” Stéphane smiled as he shook first Charlie’s and then Nick’s hands forcefully.

“Thanks papa,” Nick smiled, none of them had expected that to be so simple, it gave David hope that his own news might not come as the disaster he’d been mentally preparing himself for.

“So David, do you have a girlfriend yet?” Stéphane asked causing Olly to stiffen beside him.

“Well Dad, that’s the other reason we’re here,” David started, “You see, erm,” Olly squeezed David’s leg under the table reassuring him that he was there by his side.

“You see, like Nick, I’m bisexual and I’ve been dating Olly for the last four years and well,” he looked at Olly with love his eyes before turning back to his father, “we’re engaged too.”

There was silence for a few moments, Olly was starting to panic that everything was about to go wrong like it did with his mother. Then Stéphane broke the silence, “Quatre ans?! Et tu viens juste de me le présenter maintenant?” || Four Years?! And you’re only just introducing me to him now?

David burst out laughing, that wasn’t the reaction he was expecting from his father. Oliver looked between the two men, “Erm, what’s going on?”

“Sorry, I was just so shocked that David hadn’t introduced us properly before now that I slipped back into Français,” Stéphane answered, “It’s so lovely to finally meet you properly Oliver. How did you two meet?”

Olly chuckled, “It’s a bit of a strange story really, you see Charlie is my brother.” Stéphane’s jaw dropped, now he looked at the two boys he could see the family resemblance. “Yeah, so David and I met through them and just fell in love,” Olly continued while looking at David who was blushing now.

“Wonderful, and congratulations to you both too,” Stéphane shook their hands the same as he had done for Nick & Charlie.

They stayed and chatted a little longer, Nick and David telling stories of their recent amateur rugby games, before Stéphane’s work beckoned and the boys headed back to their hotel.

“So, that went well, right?” Olly asked, confused at how easy all of that seemed to go. David surprised Oliver by picking him up and swinging him round in the air, “Yes that went well mon chéri,” David giggled as he kissed his fiancé.

Chapter 3 – Back Home

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David and Olly get back to their apartment.

Please forgive this slight diversion, but after everything that happened I felt David & Olly needed a little time to decompress.

While they were packing up Olly’s stuff, Nick kindly offered to get David’s car from outside Sarah’s house and drive it round to the Springs’ so that they wouldn’t have too far to carry everything. David and Olly worked to gather up everything that Olly wanted, his clothes, a few pictures and a couple of mementos from his childhood including a small metal toy tractor, the only one that he had left after Jane had declared he was far too old to still have childish toys (he was only 13 at the time).

Olly was quiet on the journey back to David’s their apartment. David didn’t think he’d ever seen a time when he didn’t have something to say. But what had happened was a lot for him to process and Olly just wasn’t ready to talk. He knew his mum would take it badly, but he didn’t think expect it to be as bad as it was. Olly fully expected that now they were engaged, that he would finally say yes to moving in with David properly, but this wasn’t how he wanted it to be.

They got back to their apartment and managed to carry everything from the car upstairs in one trip, but as soon as they walked in the door, the pent-up emotions that were swirling inside of Olly finally broke free. He dropped to the floor and started sobbing uncontrollably. David kicked the door closed behind them, put down what he had been carrying and wrapped himself around Olly, holding him close to his chest and just allowed him to cry as much as he needed to.

Olly turned and tucked his face into David’s neck, allowing the comforting smell of David’s aftershave to wash over him, he smelled like home. David carefully lifted Olly off the ground and carried him to their bedroom, he laid him down on the bed before laying down next to him. Olly crawled back into David’s embrace, nuzzling into his neck as the tears continued to fall. At some point Olly cried himself to sleep, but David just carried on holding him, not wanting to disturb his poor sweet man.

When Olly finally stirred from his slumber he looked up into David’s eyes, “Hey sleepyhead,” David cooed as he placed a gentle kiss on his forehead.

“Hey, sorry I fell asleep on you, you should have woken me,” Olly groggily replied still clinging on to David’s body, fearing if he let ago he’d lose him too.

“It’s ok love, you needed it,” Olly saw nothing but love and concern in David’s eyes.

“Yeah, but I’m sure you didn’t need a big snotty mess clinging to you like a limpet,” Olly joked but David noticed his smile just wasn’t quite as big as usual. The tears still threatening to break through and start all over again.

“I like you clinging to me,” David tried to reassure his fiancé even though his own heart was breaking for him.

“I love you, and I can’t wait until you’re my husband,” Olly said looking up into David’s eyes.

“I love you too,” David replied simply. The pair stayed holding each other a while longer, neither in a particular rush or feeling they needed anything more than the occasional soft and tender kiss. Only when Olly’s stomach started growling at them did they decide they had to get up to find something to eat.

Neither of them felt like cooking that night, so they ordered from Olly’s favourite Vietnamese restaurant and then curled up on the sofa with Olly resting his head on David’s lap while they waited for the food to arrive. David gently stroked Olly’s curls while he laid in his lap, not entirely sure if he was doing it to comfort himself or Olly. As Olly lay there he finally spoke, “I knew it would be bad, but I didn’t think it would be like that,” David didn’t know if Olly expected him to respond but before he could think of the best words to say Olly was continuing, “I’m so sorry she said those things to you David, you have to believe me when I say you did nothing to pressure me into proposing.”

David was confused, why was Olly apologising, it’s not like he was the one who said those things. “Olly, look at me,” Olly turned his head so he was looking up at David. “You have nothing to apologise for,” David said firmly, “Jane has never liked me, we both know that, but all I care about is you. You are my sunshine on a cloudy day, my pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. You are chaotic and brilliant and caring and wonderful Oliver. My life before you had been dull and grey, and now you’re here, I cannot imagine a life without you by my side to hold my hand. I want to share every single day with you, through the good times and the bad.”

“You’re such a sap,” Olly smiled cheekily back at David causing him to smile. David pulled Olly’s face up to meet his, “but I’m your sap,” David replied before tenderly kissing his sweet lips.

Chapter 2 – The Springs

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After telling Sarah, Nick & Charlie and David & Olly go to tell Jane and Julio Spring.

After saying their goodbyes to Sarah, the boys decided to walk round to the Springs’ house. Oliver and Charlie were both grateful for the extra time to mentally prepare themselves for seeing their mother. Jane Spring never really understood any of her children, to her Tori wasn’t ‘feminine’ enough, Charlie was too ‘fragile’ to make his own decisions and Olly was still just a baby in her eyes.

Things had gotten a little easier for both Tori and Charlie when they moved in with their partners, but they still tried to minimise the number of times they visited, keeping to the lowest number they thought they could get away with. They both knew if they didn’t occasionally show their faces that it would just be another compliant for their mother to add to the long list of things that made them bad offspring in her eyes.

Olly hadn’t yet ‘officially’ moved out of their parents’ house, but these days he spent most of his time at David’s, they practically lived together in all but name. Jane still wasn’t happy about his relationship with David, she didn’t view him as being suitable for her son because he was ‘too old’ for Olly. So although David had asked him several times to move in with him, Olly had been resisting so that it wasn’t something she could hold over David as another reason they shouldn’t be together.

Sensing Charlie’s anxiety building as they got closer, Nick pulled him in tight to his side, giving Charlie something else to focus on and ground him in their happiness rather than his anxiety. While Nick didn’t hate Jane Spring, he certainly hated the way that even the thought of her affected his fiancé. Nick was a natural protector, he would fight fiercely to protect anyone and everyone that he cared about, and that instinct was at it’s strongest when it came to the man he loved.

Olly was also nervous about seeing his parents. He didn’t know how his father would react, but his mother would most likely be furious with him and David. He just hoped that David would remain calm and not get riled by her reaction. Unlike Nick who spent many of his teenage years visiting the Springs’ home, David had been spared too many encounters with Jane so far and had yet to experience the full force of Jane Spring’s wrath.

When the Springs’ house came into view, David instinctively reached down and took Olly’s hand in his own. He gave it a reassuring squeeze to wordlessly let him know that he was by his side and nothing was going to change that.

None of them had spoken since they left Sarah’s, and when they arrived at the house Nick turned to Charlie and asked, “Ready Char?”

Charlie let out a long breathe before giving a silent nod to his partner. Nick turned to David & Olly who had been walking behind them, “Ready guys?”

David and Olly looked at each other and Olly was the first to speak, “David, I just-,”

David held his finger up to Olly’s lips to interrupt him, “Olly, I love you, nothing that happens in there is going to change that, so if you’re about to apologise before anything has even happened, save it ok?” Olly thought in that moment he fell in love with David even more than he already did. They shared a chaste kiss and turned back to Nick to say they were ready.

After one final deep breathe, they approached the front door and as Charlie was about to ring the bell in an attempt to give them a few more seconds to compose themselves, the door opened and their sister Tori was standing there.

“How do you do that?” Charlie and Olly asked in unison.

“Older sister magic,” Tori stated without a change to her usual solemn expression. Tori stepped aside so her brothers and their partners could move inside the house.

“How come you’re here today?” Olly asked his sister.

“Jane called saying she absolutely needed me to clear out my old room today so that she could turn it into a guest room,” Tori said before sipping lemonade through the jet black straw sticking out of the top of her glass. “I don’t know why, she hates having people stay,” Tori added.

“So you’re here to tell them then?” Tori asked Nick & Charlie having seen Nick’s post on Instagram, Charlie just nodded knowing his sister would understand how he was feeling. Tori then turned to Olly and David and stated, “You got engaged too didn’t you.” There was no question in her voice, just a statement of fact. Unlike their brothers, David & Olly hadn’t posted anything online about their own engagement yet, choosing to keep it for themselves a little longer.

“What? No, Shut-up” Olly tried to act as if Tori had made a ridiculous suggestion, but she always knew, he didn’t know how but neither he nor Charlie could ever get anything past their sister.

“Nick, David, I didn’t know you were coming over today,” Jane questioned as she walked into the hall.

“Nice to see you too Mum,” Olly muttered under his breathe, if Jane noticed she didn’t say anything.

“We thought it was time we visited you and Dad,” Charlie said while shooting his brother a look trying to tell him to not rile Jane the second they arrived.

“You could have called first,” Jane snarkily replied before leading them into the lounge. David couldn’t get his head around why she wasn’t just happy to see her boys, his own Mum was always thrilled to see him and Nick whether they called in advance or not. He chose to bite his tongue rather than say anything, for Olly’s sake, but he knew things were only going to get worse before they got better.

Julio Spring was sitting in an armchair reading a paper when they walked into the lounge, “Hi boys, this is a nice surprise,” he greeted his sons and their partners as he put his paper down on a table beside him. Unlike at Sarah’s, Nick and Charlie didn’t sit on each other’s laps they just squeezed in side-by-side on the sofa alongside David and Oliver. Jane sat next to her husband in the other armchair while Tori stood in the doorway still drinking her lemonade.

Charlie decided it was best to rip the plaster off and share the reason for their visit straight away, hoping to get out of there as soon as they could and back to their own home, their safe space. “Mum, Dad, we have some news,” Charlie started pausing to take one final deep breathe. “Last night, Nick and I, well,” he looked to Nick who was looking back at him with nothing but adoration in his eyes, “we got engaged.”

There was silence for a moment before Jane started, “Are you sure you’re ready? What with your health issues and everything. I think it might be too soon.”

“We’ve been together 10 years Mum, it’s not too soon,” Charlie replied choosing to ignore her comment about his ‘health issues’, it had been years since he’d had any major setbacks with his mental health.

“Marriage is a lot of work. You and Nick are young and might not be able to handle that,” Jane said really digging in on her thoughts that Charlie was mentally unstable.

“Mrs Spring, I love your son and we take care of each other, through good days and bad,” Nick responded this time, trying to ease the pressure for Charlie.

“I’m sure you do Nick, but Charlie isn’t like other boys-“ Jane continued before Tori interrupted her, “Charlie is fine Mum, and as you seem to have forgotten, Nick was there for him when he was at his worst and he’s still here.” Charlie & Nick were so glad Tori was there to fight their corner for them.

Before Jane had a chance to say anything more on the matter, Julio stood up to cut her off and walked over to Nick & Charlie to shake their hands saying, “Congratulations boys,” as he did. Jane glaring at his back in annoyance.

One down, one to go, Olly thought to himself, it was his turn but nothing could prepare him for what happened next.

“So, erm, I’ve got some news to share too,” Olly shakily started once Julio had returned to his armchair. David squeezed Olly’s hand between them before Olly continued, “David and I, well, we,” Olly paused dreading what he thought was about to happen, “we got engaged too.”

“Called it,” Tori chimed in from the doorway.

“No, no you didn’t,” Jane said as if it was a matter of fact.

Slightly confused by her reaction Olly responded, “Yes Mum, we did. We’re getting married.”

“Don’t be silly Oliver, you’re far too young, I forbid it.”

“Forbid it? I’m not a child, I’m 22.”

 “You are too young to make a decision as big as this Oliver. I don’t care what notions he’s been filling your head with,” Jane stated while waving her hand in David’s direction, “but this fling will not last. He’s far too old for you. You’ll find someone much more appropriate for you when the time is right.”

David’s hand that wasn’t holding onto Oliver balled into a fist, he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He didn’t care what Jane said about him, all that mattered to him was what Olly thought, he considered stepping in and saying something but before he could a voice shouted from beside him.

“MORE APPROPRIATE! My brother would give his life for your son. They are so in love and you have the cheek to dismiss what they have as a fling,” everyone turned in shock towards Nick, who had stood to shout at Jane Spring. David felt tears forming in the corners of his eyes, he’d never felt as close to his younger brother than he did in that moment.

In an attempt to try and calm the situation Julio started to speak, “What I think your mother means is-,” but he was cut of by Jane who was also now standing, “OLIVER JONATHAN SPRING while you live under my roof you will not be marrying this man!”

Rather than rise to her outburst, Olly calmly turned to his partner and asked, “Is that offer to move in still open?”

David gave Olly a loving smile, “Always my love.”

Olly smiled back before standing, not realising their hands so that David had to get up to his feet with him. He turned back to Jane and coldly said, “I’ll go pack my things,” before leading David out of the room and up to his now former bedroom.

Chapter 1 – Sarah

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This story continues from my previous work, ‘The Proposals’.

It’s the day after Nick & Charlie and David & Oliver got engaged on Valentine’s Day, the boys decide it’s time to go and tell their parents the news.

Last night was a very special Valentine’s Day. Nick and Charlie proposed to each other after almost 10 years together. It was almost a disaster after Charlie thought Nick’s stunned silence after he proposed was a rejection, but everything turned out ok and when they went home that night, they made slow and sweet love together.

Last night was also the night that Olly proposed to his boyfriend David. It wasn’t what you would consider a traditional proposal, but it was so perfectly them, much like the rough and passionate night they enjoyed together when they got home to David’s apartment.

The four boys decided they would all go together to tell Sarah about their engagements. They wanted to start off with the one person they believed would be happy for them. They knew the conversations with Charlie & Oliver’s parents, and Nick & David’s father were not going to be comfortable ones. Jane Spring was never happy with anything her children did, and Stéphane Nelson didn’t understand Nick’s sexuality and still didn’t know about David’s, so that was going to make that conversation extra interesting.

None of them had told Sarah they were visiting, they knew she would always be happy to see any of her boys, and she included Charlie and Oliver in that, whether they visited with her sons or not. Nick & Charlie arrived a few minutes before David & Oliver and waited in their car for the other couple to arrive.

“Do you think it’ll be ok?” Charlie asked his fiancé while toying with the hem of his jumper, a nervous habit that he started back in school.

“Yeah, I think she’s going to be so happy for us Char,” Nick smiled taking hold of Charlie’s hand, “She already loves you like a son, now it’s just going to be official.”

“You know that makes us sound like brothers,” Charlie teased.

“Do you think we’re like brothers after what I did to you last night?” Nick gave Charlie his best flirtatious smile causing Charlie to blush. Nick leaned in and started kissing Charlie’s neck, teasing soft moans from Charlie, the way he’d learned Charlie loved from years of exploring every inch of his body.

The pair were startled from their embrace by a tap on the window. Nick looked up from his spot nestling in Charlie’s neck and David & Oliver were standing outside the car. Nick groaned, “Our brothers are here.”

Charlie took hold of Nick’s hand, “Come on love, we need to go tell Sarah our news.”

Nick groaned again, “But kissing is so fun.” Charlie chuckled and gave Nick one more kiss before reaching to open his car door. Nick climbed out too and walked round to the greet David & Oliver.

“Didn’t you two get enough last night?” David teased his brother.

“Like you and Olly can ever get enough each other either. You literally had sex in the restaurant bathroom last night,” Nick teased right back.

“It wasn’t sex, I just gave him a blowjob,” Olly chipped in.

“Too much information little brother,” Charlie pretended to gag.

“Come on, lets all go inside before Mum sees us through the window and wonders why we’re loitering out here,” David suggested. The couples walked up to Sarah’s front door, the home were David and Nick had grown up, the place Charlie used to run to when life at home with his own Mum got to be too much. Nick used his key to open the door and called out, “Mum, we’re home.”

“Nicky? I wasn’t expecting you and Charlie today,” Sarah called from the Kitchen. “Would you boys like some tea?” she added still out of sight. Before any of the boys had a chance to reply, she walked into the hall and was surprised to see it wasn’t just Nick & Charlie that had arrived. “Oh, David, Olly I didn’t realise you were here too. What have I done to deserve this unexpected treat?” Sarah was smiling seeing all her boys together.

Just a few years ago it had felt like she was always trying to keep the peace between Nick and David, the two brothers always clashing with each other. At one point it was so bad she wasn’t sure if they’d even be able to spend Christmas together as a family. So to see them together now, with smiles on their faces made Sarah so happy.

“Can’t we just pop in and visit our lovely Mum,” David asked.

“Of course you can darling,” she said pulling each of them into a hug. After making everyone a cup of tea they all settled on the sofa in the lounge. David and Olly were sat next to each other on the sofa, David’s arm instinctively wrapped around his boyfriend. Next to them Charlie was sat in Nick’s lap, while Sarah sat opposite them in an armchair.

After taking a sip of her tea, Sarah was the first to speak up, “While you are of course always welcome to visit, it’s not like you all to turn up together so either this is an intervention or somethings happened,” Sarah teased.

“Yes Mum, this is an intervention, we’re really concerned about you,” David deadpanned causing Olly to hit him in the side.

“We actually did have something we wanted to tell you Mum,” Nick started.

“So, something happened last night,” Charlie nervously continued causing Sarah’s face to change to one of concern.

“Oh babies, oh no, what happened,” Sarah sounded worried.

“No, no, Mum it wasn’t bad,” Nick reassured her, “so, Charlie and I,” Nick started looking at his fiancé with love his eyes.

“We got engaged,” Charlie finished for him, the pair held up their hands to show off their rings.

Sarah got up and wrapped her arms around Nick and Charlie with tears in her eyes, “Oh babies, I’m so happy for you both.” After they finished their embrace Sarah held both their hands to admire their engagement rings.

After she returned to the armchair Sarah asked, “So who asked who?”

Nick and Charlie told Sarah about their joint proposals, and the almost disaster in the restaurant. They all laughed at how silly it all was, and Sarah was so happy that it all worked out for them both. All the while Olly and David kept quiet beside Nick and Charlie, knowing that soon they’d have to share their own news.

Olly was starting to feel nervous; Sarah had always been so welcoming to him, but he was worrying she’d think it was too soon for them. He knew they hadn’t been together as long as Nick & Charlie, but he knew that David was it for him.

David hadn’t said anything to Olly, but he was nervous too. He knew she’d be fine with Nick & Charlie getting engaged, it just made sense after they’d been together 10 years, they already lived together, this was the natural next step for their relationship. But for him and Olly, their relationship was so much newer, at least that’s how it looked to everyone else. He had no doubts in his own mind that he wanted to marry Olly, he loved him with every fibre of his being. He just wanted to wake up every morning next to him for the rest of their lives.

After the conversation of Nick & Charlie’s engagement had come to its natural conclusion, Olly & David knew it was their turn now. Olly looked up at David and gave him a loving smile of encouragement.

David turned towards his Mum, “So Mum, Olly and I had a pretty eventful Valentine’s too.”

“Don’t tell me you got engaged too,” Sarah joked.

Olly and David looked at each other before turning back to Sarah, “Well,” David paused before showing his own new engagement ring. Sarah’s hand shot up to her mouth which dropped in shock at her oldest son’s announcement.

After the shock had sunk in, she rushed over and squeezed David & Olly to her in the same way she’d embraced Nick & Charlie a few moments ago. “I’m so happy for both of you too,” Sarah said with more tears in her eyes.

“So I’m guessing you asked David then Olly, as I don’t see a ring on your finger,” Sarah commented.

“Yeah, I just love him so much and I didn’t want David doubting that,” Olly smiled up at his future husband.

“Aw, that’s so sweet, did you get down on one knee?” Sarah asked and if David had been drinking at that moment Olly was sure he would have been spitting it out.

“Yeah, I did,” Olly tried to say without smirking, “he was so shocked when I asked him that I had to repeat the question 3 times before he said yes,” Olly fondly remembered how David was sill dazed from his orgasm at the time he’d proposed to him. David felt like his face must have gone bright red now, as he remembered their antics from the night before. The boys stayed for lunch and David was grateful Olly kept the full extent of what happened during their proposal out of the conversation. After lunch the boys knew they couldn’t put it off any longer, they had to go and tell Charlie and Oliver’s parents, a visit that none of the boys were looking forward to.

Chapter 7

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Olly puts his plan into action.

CW: If you have read this far dear reader then I thank you, but I now need to apologise. In this chapter Olly & David have been such naughty boys that I’ve had to change this stories rating to Mature.

David

Seeing Nick so happy filled David with joy. It didn’t surprise him that both him and Charlie had the idea to propose at the same time, they were always so in tune to each other’s needs that they must have somehow sensed that they were both ready to take the next step.

Their mum, Sarah, was going to be so happy for them too, but David wasn’t sure how his father was going to take the news. He didn’t really know how to take Nick coming out and he still didn’t know about David and his relationship with Olly. He was always too wrapped up in his own life to really care about getting to know him and Nick. It took him a while, but David no longer cared what his father thought of him or expected of him. He was happy with his life, and that’s what mattered.

After the boys had finished their main courses, the waiter came round to clear the table and ask if they wanted to order desserts. Olly was quick to speak up before anyone else had a chance, “Can we have a few minutes first please,” after which the waiter retreated from the table. David gave Olly a look of confusion but suddenly there was no doubt as to why he’d sent the waiter away. Oliver gave David a wink and said to table, “I’m just going to the bathroom,” not that either Nick or Charlie noticed, they were still too busy looking into each other’s eyes and holding hands across the table.

David gave it a few moments after Olly disappeared into the bathroom before he followed him, not bothering to say anything to the newly engaged lovers. David made quick work of crossing the restaurant to the bathroom door. He pushed the door open and before it had fully swung shut Olly had pounced on him. David instinctively grabbed hold of Olly’s legs as he wrapped them round his body, their lips immediately connecting as if they hadn’t kissed in a month.

David walked them back into one of the cubicles and between them they managed to knock the door closed without breaking from their embrace. Olly shifted down David’s body and quickly slid the cubicle’s lock into place before giving David a look that sent the blood rushing straight to his cock.

Oliver

After locking the cubicle door, Oliver made quick work of undoing David’s trousers and pulling them and his boxers down to the floor as he moved down onto his knees. David’s cock was standing proud from his body before Olly had even touched him. Olly loved how easily he could get a reaction from David’s body.

Olly leaned forward and started by teasing the tip of David’s cock with his tongue, causing a moan to escape David’s lips. Olly looked up at David with a cheeky grin and reminded him, “You have to keep quiet baby, you don’t want us getting caught before you cum.” Olly quickly followed this by repeating his licks to David’s tip, this time David put his knuckles in his mouth to muffle his moans.

After years of learning how to elicit the most delightful reactions from every inch of David’s body, Olly knew exactly how to bring David to the brink of ecstasy without taking him over the edge before he was ready to. After teasing the tip, Olly starting swallowing each inch of David’s cock until his nose was buried against David’s pubes. Starting slow, he eased off until just the tip was left in his mouth before again taking David’s entire length into his throat.

Oliver gradually built up his speed until he knew David wouldn’t be able to take any more. When he could sense that David was on the edge of his release, Oliver grabbed hold of his balls and squeezed while taking his cock deep into his throat and holding it there the way David loved. David couldn’t take any more, his eyes squeezed shut and he shot his load deep inside Oliver’s throat. Olly gladly swallowed every drop.

It took David a few minutes to come down from his orgasm and when he finally managed to catch his breath again, he opened his eyes and looked down to see Oliver who was still on his knees. But Oliver wasn’t just looking up at David, he’d pulled the ring box out of his jacket and was holding it out in front of him.

“Marry me?” Oliver asked David with a loving smile.

“What?” David asked, still dazed from the intensity of his orgasm.

“Will you marry me David?” Oliver asked again with nothing but confidence.

David was clearly shocked. Oliver stood up so his face was closer to David’s again, “well David?” he asked while gently caressing his arm.

“Yes,” David barely managed to get out before Oliver was locking his lips to David’s again. When they broke apart, David redressed and Olly nervously babbled, “I wasn’t sure if you’d want a ring, but I saw this and thought it represented us, and, erm, will you wear it?”

David smiled, pulled Olly to him in a hug and once again simply replied, “Yes.”

Nick

Nick thought he was the luckiest man alive. He was going to marry Charlie Spring, he didn’t think he was ever going to stop smiling at that thought. He looked down at their hands, joined together on top of the table and took in the sight of the new rings they were now wearing. They were one step closer to being together forever.

He released Charlie’s hands, causing him to let out a little whimper at the loss. Nick reached for his phone from his pocket and opened the camera. He took hold of Charlie’s left hand with his, so that both their rings were on display. He snapped a picture and posted it to his Instagram with the caption ‘We both proposed…we both said yes 😍’, of course tagging Charlie in it too.

Within minutes of hitting post, both of their phones were alight with responses and DMs of congratulations from their friends and families. Nick knew he probably should have waited, so they could tell everyone properly, but he was just so happy. He wanted to scream to the world that he was going to marry the love of his life.

They would still tell their parents in person, as neither Sarah nor Charlie’s parents were on Instagram, but everyone else who mattered to them would soon know their good news. Both Nick and Charlie spent a few minutes looking at messages on their phones, and responding to those they were closest to. Nick then looked up at Charlie and asked, “Are you ok my fiancé?” causing Charlie to blush.

“Yeah,” Charlie smiled, “If you’d have told me 10 years ago that ‘Rugby King Nick Nelson’ would be my fiancé, I’d have thought it was some sick joke,” this caused Nick to feel a pang of sadness at the memory that his Charlie was ever anything but the happy man that he loved. “But Nick, I am so, so happy that you are my fiancé,” Charlie reassured him.

Charlie

Charlie hadn’t really allowed himself to think beyond the proposal before, that little demon of self-doubt preventing him from truly believing that Nick might actually say yes. Now that he had, Charlie could finally think of what’s next. He could finally allow himself to think of wedding plans, and what their future might look like together.

Maybe they’d have a wedding in a fancy hotel, all their friends from school and uni there, Nick’s rugby teammates, Charlie’s friends from the publishing house. Or perhaps something more lowkey, just the Paris Squad and their close family at sunset on the beach where Nick first declared they were boyfriends.

Then after, maybe they’d honeymoon in Paris and finally kiss on the Eiffel Tower, he didn’t really care what they did, as long as he was with his Nick, his future husband. They’d get a dog, maybe have kids someday, Charlie had seen how good Nick was with his students and knew he’d be an incredible dad someday. Charlie didn’t have any doubt in his mind that his and Nick’s future was bright.

Nick gestured to behind where Charlie was seated, towards the restaurant’s bathroom. As Charlie turned to see what he was looking at, Nick said, “those two have been a long time,” when he saw Oliver and David were returning to the table.

“They look happy though,” Charlie mused.

David and Oliver were holding hands when they got back to the table. David spoke first, “So, guys, erm, something happened while we were in the bathroom.”

Nick interrupted David before he could say any more, “David we don’t want to hear about you and Olly having sex,” he shuddered.

“I mean it was really good sex,” Olly cheekily said earning him a spank from David.

“Ewww, Olly, that’s gross,” Charlie joined in.

“But, after that,” Olly continued and smiled up at David, “I asked David to marry me.”

“And I said yes,” David finished for him. Charlie and Nick just stared in shock at their brothers, both stunned into silence.

“Guys,” Olly said while waving his hand in front of Charlie’s face.

Charlie said the first thing that popped into his head, “Mum’s going to hate this,” causing the four of them to burst out laughing.

The End

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Chapter 6

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Nick chases after an upset Charlie.

Nick

What had just happened. Charlie had asked Nick to marry him, he’d beaten him to it and Nick was so shocked that he was just staring at Charlie. Stunned into silence.

Before he realised he needed to respond, Charlie was up on his feet and running back towards the bathroom. Nick tried calling his name but there was no stopping Charlie. Nick chased after Charlie and entered the bathroom just in time to see Charlie slip inside one of the cubicles and lock the door.

Nick stood in front of the closed door, knocked gently and began to speak through it, “Char, please come out,” Charlie didn’t respond but Nick could hear him sniffing on the other side, trying to muffle his crying. “Charlie, Char, please.”

Still nothing, Nick knew what he had to do to. He reached his arms up in the air and, not caring who might hear him, he shouted, “I LOVE CHARLIE SPRING AND WANT TO MARRY HIM”

Nick kept his arms in the air and smiled when he heard the cubicle door unlock and start to creak open. Charlie’s eyes were red, and his cheeks were still wet, “Really?” he asked sounding so small and delicate.

“Wasn’t it obvious? Come here,” Nick held his arms out and Charlie ran into them. Nick held Charlie tight to him.

Charlie

Charlie felt like he’d been on an emotional rollercoaster over the space of just a few minutes. Nick wanted to marry him; he was so happy. Nick had said yes.

Nick loosened his grip on Charlie, looked him in he eyes and started to speak, “I’m sorry I made you think I didn’t want to marry you Char, I just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Oh, is it too soon, do you think we’re too young?” Charlie started to panic.

“No, no, Char, that’s not it, wait,” Nick released Charlie and took a step back. “You see, the reason I wasn’t expecting it, is because I was going to ask you,” Nick reached inside his jacket and pulled out his own ring box.

“Oh my,” it was Charlie’s turn to be stunned, “Why are we like this?” Charlie giggled before pulling Nick in for a passionate kiss.

When they came up for air Charlie asked, “Can I see it?”

Nick opened the ring box and showed Charlie the ring he’d bought, “Oh Nick, it’s beautiful.” Nick reached inside the box, pulled the ring out and held Charlie’s hand. He looked at his face to see if it was ok to slide it onto Charlie’s finger. Charlie nodded and Nick slid the ring on, it was a perfect fit.

Charlie reached back into his own jacket to get his ring for Nick out of its box, “Can I?” Charlie asked, and Nick simply smiled back. Charlie repeated the same motion as Nick just had, and the two of them both looked at their new engagement rings before they kissed again.

David

“Did you know he was going to do that?” David asked Olly as they waited at the table after both their brothers ran off.

“No, he didn’t tell me. He kept that really quiet,” Olly replied.

“Do you think we should check on them?”

“No, they just need some time, I’m sure they’ll be alright,” Olly reassured him.

The food started to arrive at the table, and just when David thought he was going to have to go and get them before the food went cold, Nick and Charlie emerged from the bathroom walking hand in hand with matching smiles on their faces. Olly and David were both waiting for one of the couple to say something but they were both just grinning like Cheshire cats.

“Well?” David finally asked.

“He said yes,” they both said in unison as they each held up their hands to show off their rings. The whole restaurant then burst into applause causing Charlie to blush and burry his head in Nick’s shoulder.

“Congratulations, we’re so happy for you both,” David replied on his and Olly’s behalf while taking Olly’s hand across the table. David really was so happy for his brother, he’d grown into such a warm & loving man, and him and Charlie really were perfect for each other.

Olly

Olly loved the way David had spoken for both of them, it felt really grown-up, it felt like a really couple-y thing to do. Sure, it wouldn’t have been to some people’s taste, but Olly loved it so much. He loved David so much.

Nick and Charlie retook their seats and they all started eating their meals. Olly noticed that between each mouthful Nick and Charlie just kept smiling at each other, he suspected they didn’t really remember that he or David were there, or the rest of the restaurant for that matter. They were just so happy.

Olly turned to look at David and as if he sensed his boyfriends gaze on him, David turned and gave Olly his amazing smile that made Olly feel butterflies inside his tummy. Olly was even more certain now. He was going to propose to David tonight. He had it all worked out, he just had to get David alone.

Chapter 5

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Who will propose first?

Nick

After their drinks arrived, Charlie got up to go to the bathroom saying he just wanted to wash his hands. Nick was grateful to get a few moments alone with his brother and Olly. Once he was sure Charlie was out of sight Nick turned to the other men and confessed, “Guys, I don’t think I’ve been this nervous since I was trying to come out to our friends at school.”

“You know he’s going to say yes, what have you got to be nervous about,” Olly stated as if it was already a certainty that Charlie was going to accept.

“Exactly Nick, it’ll be fine,” David agreed then turned to Olly, “Wait, you knew?”

“D’uh,” Olly replied not giving any more of an answer to David than that.

Olly put his hand on Nick’s shaking knee and reassured him with a soft smile, “You’ve got this Nick.”

Nick rubbed the back of his neck they way he often did when he was stressed, hoping it would somehow ease the anxiety that had been building more and more since he first decided to propose last year. When he saw Charlie walking back towards the table, his mood changed instantly. Giving  Charlie the biggest sappiest smile, the one he always got whenever he saw Charlie walk into a room.

David

Olly knew that Nick was going to propose to Charlie, this was news to David. David realised Nick must have confided in him before today, as they certainly hadn’t had time alone together since David and Nick had picked up the Spring brothers. He was a little sad to know that Nick didn’t feel he could come to him, but David knew that was his own fault really. They had been gradually working on repairing their relationship, and David was grateful that the damage he caused hadn’t been irreparable, but there was still a way to go.

He was glad though that Nick felt he could go to Olly. Olly was an such an amazing man. David loved how caring, kind and passionate he was. Every time he woke up next to him he felt so lucky that Olly wanted to spend his time with him. David looked at his boyfriend and he could see just why Nick always got a sappy look whenever he saw Charlie, he was sure he got the exact same look whenever he looked at Olly.

Could he see himself marrying Olly? Sure, he’d like to, but David wasn’t sure if Olly would even be the marrying type. It wasn’t something they had ever discussed; they’d only been together for a few years and honestly David didn’t need to be married to Olly to know how they felt about each other. But someday, if Olly hadn’t got tired of him, yeah, he really could see it.

Oliver

David was looking at Oliver with such a goofy smile that it was making him want to ditch his original proposal plan and just ask him now. He was so in love with David Nelson and he wanted the rest of their lives together to start as soon as they could. But no, tonight was supposed to be Nick’s night, Olly was going to stick to his original plan.

Before Charlie came back to the table, Olly pulled out his phone and sent a quick and simple text to David that he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. It simply said:

Meet me in the bathroom before dessert 😈

He saw David pull his phone out of his pocket and his eyes immediately shot up towards Oliver when he read the message. Oliver gave him a look that David would know meant that Olly had mischief planned for them, and then grinned when he saw David was so flustered that his hands were shaking when he reached for his drink.

Oliver couldn’t deny that making David flustered was one of his favourite things, especially when he was being a brat. He loved that it brought out David’s dominant side when they were having sex, sure sometimes he loved it to be sweet and sensual, but honestly sometimes he just needed it rough and hard, and he knew David loved it too. Everything was just so intense when they were together and Olly hoped it always would be.

Charlie

Charlie went to the bathroom to splash some water on his face and give himself a moment to take a few deep breaths before he made his move. He looked at himself in the mirror and tweaked a stray curl that wasn’t quite sitting right. He reached inside his jacket pocket, pulled out the ring box and checked its contents one last time. He held the box in his hand, took one final breath and returned to the restaurant.

As soon as Nick saw him returning, his face lit up, Charlie loved the way Nick still lit up whenever he entered the room. His smile was always so infectious and had him smiling straight back. It was now or never, he got back to the table and instead of sitting back down in his chair, Charlie got down on one knee in front of his Nicholas.

Nick’s smile turned to shock, as did David and Olly’s but Charlie didn’t notice them, his  eyes were firmly fixed on his boyfriend. Charlie opened the ring box and held it out in front of him before he started to speak.

“Nick, we’ve been together since we were teens, we’ve gone through so much and come out the other side stronger, I love you so much. Will you marry me?”

He’d done it, Charlie had popped the question, he can’t believe he actually did it. But, wait, Nick was just staring at him. He wasn’t saying anything. “Oh god”, Nick didn’t want to marry him, what had he done. Charlie jumped to his feet and ran back to the bathroom, Nick was calling after him but Charlie couldn’t stop, he needed to get out of there.

Chapter 4

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The boys arrive at the Treetop Lounge.

Nick

As they pulled up outside the Treetop Lounge in the heart of the City of London, Nick entwined his fingers with Charlie’s instinctively as they climbed out of the back of David’s Lexus. Drawing comfort for himself to steady his nerves and, unknown to him, helping to steady his boyfriend’s nerves too. The building in front of them was one of the tallest in the city, with the restaurant at the top advertising the best 360-degree views of the capital.

After David handed over his keys to the parking valet and came round to take hold of Oliver’s hand, the four of them boarded the lift at the bottom of the tower that would whisk them up to the restaurant level where they had made their reservations for the evening. Nick gasped when the lift doors open and they stepped out. He’d seen pictures online when he and Olly were discussing where to pick but the pictures didn’t do it justice.

The restaurant was both elegant and magical, a canopy of leaves and branches adorned the ceiling making it feel as if you were up amongst the treetops. The bar situated in the centre of the space was made to look like the tree’s trunk, with little indents for bottles at different points. Branches fanning out from this central point to make it all feel connected. Each table had silk napkins in golden earth tones and delicate tea lights placed in the centre to give a subdued atmosphere. The lighting from above being intertwined with the tree canopy to add to the effect of feeling like you were up at the top of the trees instead of just at the top of another of  London’s ever-growing number of skyscrapers.

Someone must have given the maître d their names, but Nick wasn’t sure who as he had been too distracted by the restaurant’s magical atmosphere. As they were shown to their table, that was when Nick noticed for the first time the view outside the windows. London’s skyline was  lit beautifully against the dark night’s sky.

David

The maître d asked Nick for the name of our party twice and he hadn’t noticed, so David had to step up and tell him instead. They were led to a table next to one of the many windows that surrounded the space, views of the historic Tower Bridge and the Tower of London down below. David pulled out a chair by the window for Olly and then went round and sat opposite him, thinking that Nick would probably want to be on the outside if he was going to do the traditional proposal down on one knee.

Once he sat down, David watched as his brother copied his actions for his own boyfriend by pulling out the chair next to him for Charlie to sit and then Nick sat opposite, next to Oliver. David gave Nick a small smile across the table, sensing how nervous his younger brother was for tonight. The maître d handed each of them a menu and they all started to look through the options inside.

David felt Charlie’s leg start to twitch next to him and Nick must have felt it too because he looked up and asked his partner, “Everything ok Char?”

“Erm, yeah it’s just, this place, its,” Charlie paused, “a bit pricey.”

“Oh, erm” Nick breathed out and before he had a chance to continue, Oliver turned to his brother and said matter of factly, “Don’t worry Charlie, tonight’s on David,” before turning to David and saying, “Isn’t that right Davey,” with the most outrageously flirty look that he knew David would do absolutely anything for.

David’s mouth suddenly felt dry, “Absolutely,” he coughed, “Of course, don’t worry about the cost,” he tried to reassure Charlie before taking a sip of the water on the table.

Oliver

Oliver knew he probably should have checked with David first, before offering for him to pay for their evening, but he’d make it up to him when they were alone in David’s apartment later that night, and if it gave David an excuse to spank him as part of that, then even better, he thought to himself.

He knew how nervous Nick was when planning tonight, what with trying to balance the romance of his proposal with making sure there were safe foods available for Charlie to choose from, particularly in this space he wasn’t familiar with. Oliver was really impressed with how it wasn’t something that Nick struggled with, or even really had to think about, to him, it was just part of Charlie and he made sure to do whatever he could to help.

Oliver was looking forward to officially being Nick’s brother-in-law, because he already felt like family to him. Not just because Nick had always been around since he was a teen, or because he was always looking out for Charlie, but because he was also there for him. When Charlie was taken to hospital as an in-patient, Nick would still visit and spend time with Olly, spending time after school playing Mario Kart with him and teaching him how to bake. Sure it was probably as much for himself as it was for Olly, but he was so grateful to him for that time. His parents never wanted to talk about why Charlie wasn’t around.

A few years later, when Olly was first trying to understand his sexuality, Nick was there for him. He didn’t judge him or question him, he just listened and tried to give advice. He’d been through the same gay-crisis when he met Charlie and with Nick’s help Olly realised he was pansexual. He also stood by him when Olly was ready to come out to his family, he knew his brother and sister would be fine with it, but his parents still saw him as the baby of the family who needed to be protected at all costs.

Charlie

Everything on the menu looked so good to Charlie but also so expensive. He didn’t want to look like he was taking advantage of David, he couldn’t believe Oliver had announced that David was paying. He was pretty sure from the expression on David’s face, that he and Olly hadn’t talked about that before hand, but if Charlie knew his brother, he was sure he would find some way to make it up to him once they were home later. Not that he wanted to know what that way would be, as he mentally tried to shake away any thoughts of David and Oliver in that way.

He saw several of his safe dishes on the menu and while Charlie would have liked to try some of the more interesting items on there, he knew with how anxious he currently was, that if he stood a chance of eating anything tonight he should stick to one of those choices instead. From beside him, David asked if anyone was getting a starter and he was grateful that both Nick and Olly, knowing that Charlie might struggle more with a starter first, said they were going to go straight to main and save room for dessert if they wanted anything more.

David didn’t know about Charlie’s eating disorder, he’d been away at uni when Charlie was admitted to hospital, and as it was only in the last few years that things had improved between the 3 of them, it just wasn’t something he’d ever shared with David.

The waiter came over and took their orders before returning with everyone’s drinks. While they were waiting for their food to arrive, Charlie had made his decision. He was going to ask Nick before their food arrived, he knew he wouldn’t be able to eat at all if he waited any longer.

Chapter 3

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David drives the group to the restaurant.

Nick

All the nerves Nick had felt earlier in the drive over were immediately forgotten as soon as he saw his Charlie. He looked so hot in his suit, Nick just wanted to skip the restaurant and carry him back upstairs to Charlie’s childhood bedroom and strip him out of it so that he could explore the sexy body he knew was hiding underneath. Nick felt that he and Charlie were just two halves of one whole, needing to be close to one another to feel complete.

Now he was in the back of the car with Charlie by his side, any doubts he had about proposing were long gone. Tonight, had to be the night, if he left it any longer he thought he might explode. In Nick’s heart he knew that if he could marry Charlie tomorrow, it wouldn’t be soon enough. He felt like a teenager that had a crush on someone, mentally going through married names in his head as he thought of all the different possibilities.

Mr Nicholas Spring

Mr Charles Nelson

Mr & Mr Nicholas & Charles Nelson-Spring

Mr & Mr Charles & Nicholas Spring-Nelson

It wasn’t something he and Charlie had ever really discussed, but Nick knew he didn’t care if they changed their names or not, or what name they picked if they did choose a change, as long as he could shout out to the world that he was Charlie’s. Just like he had screamed it to the sea back on the beach all those years ago when he shouted out that, ‘He liked Charlie Spring in a romantic way, not just a friend way’. Nick was sure if he was on that beach again now, he’d be shouting to anyone that would listen that, ‘He loved Charlie Spring in every way possible and would go on loving him until the day they died!’

David

The car ride to the restaurant was unusually quiet, he suspected Nick was still nervous about his plans to propose that evening, and Charlie wasn’t the most talkative, at least not around him. But even Olly was quiet tonight which really wasn’t like him at all.

David reached his hand across to squeeze Olly’s knee and asked, “Everything ok Oll?”

“Hmm,” Olly responded not hearing what David had asked.

“I asked if everything was ok, you seem quiet.”

“Yeah, I think I’m just worried I won’t fit in at this fancy restaurant. It must be fancy if we all have to dress up like this.,” he said gesturing to his suit.

“How do you know the restaurant is fancy? Maybe this was just an excuse for me to see your sexy ass in those tight trousers?” David teased.

“Davey, you can’t say that in front of our brothers,” Oliver gasped in mock shock.

David glanced in the rear-view mirror at his brother and future brother-in-law, “Haha, I don’t think they’re paying us any attention Oll.”

Oliver

Oliver hoped David had believed his reason for being distracted. He’d actually been thinking of how he was going to propose. Should he get down on one knee, or sneak the ring into his desert, or maybe just reach across the table, take hold of his hands and ask him. So many possibilities, but none of them felt quite right, none of them felt quite them.

He probably should have considered what he was going to do before this point, but every time he’d tried he got distracted. His thoughts had drifted to what-ifs instead, like What if David said no or that he thought it was to soon, or that Olly was too young to know what he wanted.

And then what if David actually said yes, what would their wedding be like, would David want a big ceremony surrounded by all their friends & family, or would he want something more intimate. Olly would even be happy with just running away and eloping, as long as he could show David just how committed he was to their relationship.

The thought also occurred to him that he didn’t want to steal Nick’s moment, he knew Nick had been waiting such a long time to propose to his brother. He didn’t want either of them thinking that he was just trying to get everyone’s attention on him. It was then that it occurred to him, he knew exactly how he was going to propose to David.

Charlie

Nick seemed distracted in the car, normally he’d be all over Charlie whenever they were this close, but Charlie didn’t mind. It gave him time to try and calm his nerves, he kept tapping his pocket to make sure the box with the ring was still there. He’d had so many bad dreams the last few weeks, dreams where Nick said no and left him, dreams that he’d lost the ring, or it had slipped inside the lining of his jacket.

Once he woke from each of these dreams and saw his beautiful Nicky lying next to him, he knew it was just his brain doing what it always did, showing him the worst possible scenarios to make him feel worthless. His years in therapy had helped him to at least recognise when this was happening now, rather than allowing him to spiral further and further into the bad thoughts. Normally he’d talk to Nick when he was starting to feel like this, but then he’d have to ruin the surprise. Charlie knew that it was just the stress of the unknown that had Charlie in a spin.

Charlie knew, deep down, that Nick wouldn’t leave him; he also knew deep down that it was only a matter of time until the two of them got married. They’d never discussed it but they were already married in all but name. They spent every moment when they weren’t working together, they were always invited to events as Nick & Charlie, as if they were one person rather than two, and everything in their apartment was theirs rather than Nick’s or Charlie’s. He just wished that that knowledge would be enough to quiet the little voice of doubt that sat at the back of his mind.

Chapter 2

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Nick and David pick up Charlie and Oliver for their Valentine’s night.

Nick

That evening David picked Nick up from the apartment he shared with Charlie. To make the evening extra special, Olly had convinced Charlie that they should get ready at their parents’ house so that their boyfriends could pick them up, just like old times. Nick liked the idea when Olly had suggested it but now it was just more time for Nick to be second-guessing his plans.

David must have sensed how anxious he was because he asked, “Everything alright over there Nicky?”

Nick needed to talk about it, he needed reassurance that he wasn’t making a mistake. “Erm, not exactly,” Nick paused to take a deep breath before continuing, “I’m planning on proposing to Charlie,” then adding at the end, “tonight.”

“That’s amazing Nicky, but why are you anxious? It’s obvious how crazy you two are about each other,” David tried to reassure him.

“But what if he doesn’t want to get married or thinks we’re too young or that it’s too soon,” Nick started to have a small panic attack. David pulled the car over to the side of the road so he could comfort his brother.

“Nick, breathe, just breathe, deep breathes. You and Charlie have been together for almost 10 years, no one could think it’s too soon. You already live together, and he loves you so much Nicky. You must know that.”

A few deep breaths and Nick was starting to calm again. David just waited patiently for Nick to be ready.

“Thanks David, you turned out to not be that bad a brother after all,” Nick tried to tease as he regained his composure.

“Ha, right back at you Nicky boy. We ready to get going?” David asked with true care in his voice for his little brother. Nick nodded and David started the car up again to continue to get their boys.

David

David truly was pleased for his brother; he didn’t have a single doubt that Charlie wouldn’t accept Nick’s marriage proposal. Everyone could see those two were soulmates. There were still days when David regretted how he first reacted to seeing Nick and Charlie together, realising years later that it was just his own repressed feelings of being bisexual that caused him to lash out. They were in a much better place now, there was still bridges to repair between them, but the resentment David had once felt towards Nick was long since gone.

As they drove in a comfortable silence towards the Springs’ house, David’s thoughts drifted to his own boyfriend, his Olly. He didn’t understand what Olly could possibly see in him, he knew it wouldn’t last forever – someone younger, more fun, more like Olly would come along and be able to offer him things that David couldn’t. David dreaded that day, but he knew he wouldn’t stand in the way of Oliver being happy. For now, Olly was his, he was so happy whenever he was with Oliver, it’s like he wasn’t whole unless Oliver was by his side.

David had sometimes thought what it might be like to have a future with Oliver Spring, he’d picture them getting married somewhere crazy like while scuba diving or maybe on a beach at sunset just the two of them. Something so different from a traditional wedding, but full of the love they felt for each other. Maybe if they had met at school, like Nick and Charlie, or perhaps at university, then things might have been different. Even if that future seemed almost impossible to him, David knew he would cling on to everything Olly would give him, for as long as he would have him.

Oliver

Oliver heard the car pull up outside. He double-checked how he looked in the mirror of his bedroom before tucking the ring he’d bought into the pocket inside his jacket. He walked down the hall to his big brother’s childhood bedroom, knocked on the door and called out, “Charlie, our dates are here.”

Charlie pulled open the door and Olly looked at him standing there in his own suit.

“What? Do I look ok?” Charlie asked nervously, returning to look at himself in the mirror to check if something was wrong with his outfit.

Olly followed his brother inside the room, “You look great Charlie, I was just thinking, the Nelson brothers didn’t really stand a chance with how good we look.”

Charlie blushed, “Hardly. Are you sure I look ok?” Charlie said adjusting his suit for the hundredth time that evening.

Olly reached out his hands to hold Charlie’s, “Yes Charlie, Nick is going to love it.”

“Thanks Olly, you look amazing too,” Charlie said, finally taking in how his brother looked.

“Why thank you,” Olly grinned, “Now come on, they’re here and the last thing we want is them getting grilled by Mum.”

Olly and Charlie headed downstairs and were both left speechless when they saw how handsome their boyfriends looked standing there in their suits. Olly was the first to move and ran over to give David a massive hug, whispering into his ear, “I’m going to have so much fun taking this suit off you later on,” causing David’s cheeks to go bright red.

Charlie

When Charlie saw Nick standing there he thought, not for the first time, that he couldn’t believe Nick was his boyfriend. Charlie walked down to stand in front of Nick.

“Hi,” Charlie smiled.

“Hi,” Nick smiled back before pulling Charlie into a hug.

“I missed you,” Nick said without breaking the hug.

“It’s only been a few hours,” Charlie giggled.

“That’s a few hours too long,” Nick groaned, and Charlie was sure he felt Nick smelling him while his face was nuzzled into his neck.

“Nick, don’t we have somewhere to be,” Charlie reminded his boyfriend.

“Oh,” Nick suddenly remembered their plans for the evening and reluctantly released his boyfriend.

Nick and David escorted their partners to David’s car, Nick and Charlie sat in the back, while Olly sat up front with David. When everyone was ready, David gave Olly’s leg one last squeeze and started driving them to the restaurant. Normally Nick and Charlie wouldn’t be able to keep from kissing each other throughout the journey, but Charlie was still distracted by thoughts of the ring that was inside his jacket pocket.

Chapter 1

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Nick, Charlie, David and Oliver are preparing for a romantic valentine’s night together.

In this story Oliver is only a couple of years younger than Charlie, not the age gap that is in the original books.

Olly: 22
Charlie: 24
Nick: 26
David: 30

Nick

Nick Nelson had been dating his childhood sweetheart Charlie Spring since he was 16 years old. They’d had their ups and downs, probably more than most couples, but they’d come out the other side stronger than ever. They’d been to hell and back when Charlie had spent time as an in-patient for his issues with eating; they’d endured being long-distance when Nick moved to Leeds for university and subsequently when Charlie went to Durham to study classics, making as much of the time they could spend together as they possibly could.

After Charlie graduated 4 years ago, they’d moved in together in Rochester to be near their families, Nick getting lucky and landing a job teaching at a local primary school. While Charlie was commuting into London for his job as a copy editor for a publishing house. This year would be Charlie’s 25th birthday in April and Nick had decided that this valentine’s day he was finally going to propose. He’d known for years that there was no one else for him, he’d not looked at another person since the day he first met Charlie back at Truham. He’d only waited this long because he needed everything to be perfect, he’d been saving for a ring that screamed ‘Charlie Spring’, something simple but elegant, just like his boyfriend.

He’d originally planned to propose at Christmas, but they’d spent the festive season at the Springs’ family home and Jane Spring’s overbearing attitudes had put Charlie into one of his ‘down days’ as they called them. Nick didn’t want Charlie’s memory of him proposing to be overshadowed by those negative emotions. So now that Valentine’s Day was here, it was the most romantic time to pop the question. Nick was pretty sure Charlie would say yes, but he was still nervous, nonetheless.

David

David Nelson never thought of himself as the sappy sort, not like his younger brother Nick, but whenever he thought about his boyfriend Olly he just felt calm and happy. They’d met four years ago when Nick and Charlie hosted the first ‘Nelson-Spring’ family Christmases that had become an annual tradition after they got their own place together. He and Olly found themselves drawn together whenever their two families were in the same place.

Oliver Spring was chaotic and wild, the complete opposite of his older brother, but whenever David was near Olly, he struggled to resist him. He had tried at first, Oliver was 10 years younger than him after all, but once Oliver had set his sights on him, he knew it was all over. Olly brought colour into his otherwise dull life. Olly had been in his first year of uni when they first met and by the time he’d reached his second year, him and David were as close to boyfriends as they could be, although neither of them had told their families yet.

Things weren’t always plain sailing between them, when they fought it was on an epic scale, but they always made up and the make up sex was always amazing. Sometimes David thought Olly picked something to fight over just so they could have ‘the good sex’ as he once put it. David just laughed at his mad antics and played along. It was Olly’s graduation day a year ago when they’d finally ‘told’ their families about the two of them being a couple.

Told, probably isn’t the right word. After Oliver had collected his certificate, he came bounding off the stage and ran straight into David’s arms and gave him the most passionate, and certainly most public kiss they’d ever shared. The whole Nelson-Spring clan had a mix of reactions to this revelation. Jane Spring, Olly’s mother, seemed to be appalled at the sight in front of her, while Nick and Charlie were simply shocked and at a loss for words. David’s mum Sarah was happy for the two of them, while Tori scarily said, “Called it.”

Once they’d all got home that day there was a lot of raised voices in the Springs’ home. Jane had tried to imply that David had ‘groomed’ her son and that he was some kind of pervert for being with someone ‘so much younger’ than him. While Nick and Charlie were hurt for another reason altogether, David had said some pretty nasty things to them when Nick had first come out, which of course he now deeply regretted.

Once the initial shock of him and Olly being together had faded, David and had worked to make amends with his brother and his boyfriend. The relationship between him and Nick was now the best it had ever been. Jane took longer to win over, and David wasn’t entirely sure she was still happy with him dating her son, but Olly had made it very clear to her that if she made him choose between them, that he would choose David every time, filling David with even more love for his Olly.

Oliver

Valentine’s Day was finally here, and Oliver Spring was feeling nervous but excited for the night they had planned. Before Christmas, Nick had confided in Olly that he was planning to propose to Charlie. He’d even asked Olly to go with him to collect the ring that Nick had chosen for his boyfriend. Nick was so disappointed when his plans to propose to Charlie on Christmas Day fell through, but Oliver reassured him that he’d made the right call.

Oliver suggested to Nick that he should wait until Valentine’s Day, as he knew Charlie would love the romance of that. Oliver helped Nick to find a romantic restaurant, deciding on a fancy roof-top restaurant that had amazing views of the London skyline. Nick had insisted on him and David joining them too, as a thank you to Oliver for helping him and wanting to help Oliver to make the evening special for him and David too.

What Nick didn’t know, was that Oliver had his own plans for making the evening special, Oliver was also planning to propose tonight. Last week he had gone back to the same jewellers that Nick had used and picked out a ring for David that he thought summed up the two of them together perfectly. It was beautiful but with a hint of chaos in its design, it was how David had once described him. He knew they hadn’t been together as long as Nick and Charlie, and that he was still quite young, but he knew this was it for him.

He’d seen doubt in David’s eyes sometimes, little things like when he saw Oliver out with his friends or the way he was just more outgoing than David. There were even times when David had ‘joked’ that Oliver would leave him someday for someone younger. But he could see the truth behind the words, the pain, and he wanted to stop David from ever thinking that again, by showing him just how much he truly meant to him.

Charlie

Charlie was putting his suit on for the evening and trying to tame his wild curls into something a little more normal. Nick had booked them a fancy looking restaurant for Valentine’s Day, which had made him a little anxious, but Nick was great at making sure the menu was suitable for Charlie’s needs. It wasn’t even something they discussed; it was just second-nature to Nick to make sure anywhere they went had a few safe dishes on the menu to make sure Charlie could feel comfortable. He hadn’t had a relapse like when he’d been an in-patient during secondary school, but there were always going to be good days and bad. But he was much better at coping now, especially with Nick by his side.

Having Nick by his side was something Charlie knew was going to be forever, there was no doubt in his mind about that. He never knew what Nick saw in him when they first got together back in school, and when they were apart during their time at university they’d had some rocky patches, but now the doubts had long since gone.

Charlie hadn’t told anyone, but tonight he planned on asking Nick to marry him. He’d gotten a ring that reminded him of Nick, it was strong and masculine but with a soft edge to it. He was pretty sure Nick would say yes, but he was wishing now he’d discussed it with someone first, to put some of his natural anxiety at ease a little. But there was no time for that now, Nick and David were arriving any minute to collect him and Olly.

Chapter Eleven – Epilogue

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Charlie recalls his and Nick’s early days as they prepare for Tori to visit.

2 Years Later.

Charlie

“Nick, we have to get up,” I tried to sound more insistent than I actually was.

“Mmm, no,” Nick replied between kisses.

“My sister will be here soon,” I tried to protest but not breaking away from his lips more than I had to.

“Urgh, but kissing is so fun,” he groaned.

“Not, if my sister walks in on us kissing…again,” I managed to get out between his constant assault on my lips.

I can’t believe it had been two years since I moved here. After the dramatic showdown with Ben as Nick liked to teasingly call it, Nick took me on the back of a scooter to see some of his favourite sights. We saw the Basilica de Son Bou, the Cova des Coloms and the Naveta d’Es Tudons, before having dinner at sunset at the Artutx Lighthouse. The entire day was amazing and neither of us wanted it to end. Whenever Nick could get away from the day to day running of the hotel, he would find a way for us to spend it together. It wasn’t all sightseeing, sometimes it was just relaxing on the beach, by the pool or getting to know each other in the little villa.

The end of the two weeks I’d originally booked for my honeymoon with Ben came around far too quickly for both of us. I didn’t want to leave and Nick didn’t want me to leave either. We’d only just started to get to know each other but we already knew we were falling for each other fast. The night before I was due to head back home, I was packing my case and Nick kept taking every out again as soon as I placed it inside.

“Nick, I’m never going to get this packing done if you keep taking everything out,” I tried to chastise him.

“Good,” he pouted like a child.

“Nick,” I groaned while still trying to pack with him still being unhelpful.

“I don’t want you to go,” did he think I wanted to leave?

“Stay with me,” he stated as if it was the most simple thing in the world. I turned, shocked, to look at him, lost for words.

“What…what did you say?” did he really just ask me to stay with him, I must have heard him wrong.

“I said,” more seductively this time as he stepped closer to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, “stay with me.”

“Nick, we’ve only known each other 2 weeks, do you know how crazy that sounds.”

“So. I like you, you like me and I really like liking you. So why not stay with me,” he made it sound so simple.

“Ok,” wait, did I just say that?

“Really,” his face lit up making up looking like an excited golden retriever, how could I say no to that.

Later that evening I found myself and all my stuff moved from the villa into Nick’s apartment. When I called Tori to explain that I was going to stay, she just replied, “Called it.” I’d been calling her regularly during my stay and each time I found myself talking about Nick, so she’d guessed I was falling for him, probably harder than I’d admitted to myself or Nick at that point.

Naturally, my Mum was furious about my sudden move but being over 1000 miles away I thankfully didn’t have to listen to her disapproval. A week later Tori brought my things from the flat I shared with Ben over to Menorca, I really didn’t have very much stuff to call my own. She told me his nose was set in bandages when she turned up there to collect my things. Ben had made no effort to pack up any of my things, so Tori had to go through and pack up everything that she knew was mine. He spent a lot of time she was there trying to make out that I was the cheater and how he had left me. She took a twisted pleasure in telling me that when he moved the topic on to same disgusting bile that he’d said in front of Nick at the hotel she’d decided to introduce him to a new world of pain when her knee met his balls.

When she’d arrived at the hotel she’d been directed back to our little apartment on her own because reception was over-run with a party of guests that were struggling with some directions. We must not have pushed to door fully closed when we’d come back to get ready, so when she walked in Nick was on top of me and his lips were kissing my neck in the way he already knew made me moan with pleasure. Rather than coughing or leaving the room and knocking like a normal person, Tori announced her presence by saying “Well done then,” causing both of us to turn towards her in shock.

I forced Nick to get up out of bed so we could get ready for Tori’s arrival. As we were showering together under the hot spray, I thought to myself, not for the first time, that I could see myself spending the rest of my life with this man. I think, and hoped, he felt the same. Tori’s visit wasn’t just so we could spend time together, she was also bringing our grandad’s ring with her so that one day soon, I could ask Nick to marry me.

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