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Nick was pretty sure he’d lost feeling in his left arm about five minutes ago, but who was he to complain when it had gone numb from Charlie lying on top of him. They’d been lazily kissing in his bed for what felt like hours now. Charlie gushing about how proud he was of Nick for getting into Leeds, while they both whispered ‘I love yous’ between kisses, their words laced with intentions to make the distance that would be put between them work.
“Gonna do this every time I come home,” Nick says, rolling over and pinning Charlie’s hands above his head. “Every time you come visit me, never going to let you forget how much I need you.”
“You’re such a sap.” Charlie mocks, tone teasing, but eyes soft when he pulls back to look up at Nick. Bright blue eyes meeting warm brown, full of unspoken promises and words neither of them had said but knew lingered just below the surface.
“Boys!” Sarah’s voice sounds just outside of Nick’s door, causing Nick to quickly jump off Charlie, cursing under his breath while adjusting himself in his joggers, willing his semi to go down with a few deep breaths. Charlie sits up against the headboard, pulling Nick’s duvet onto his lap as the door cracks open.
“Hey mum,” Nick says, rubbing the back of his neck, the three of them pretending that Sarah didn’t know exactly what was going on behind the closed door.
“I’m going to take the dogs for a little walk before we meet your grandparents,” Sarah says, shooting a knowing glance between them.
“Are you sure? We can take them,” Nick starts.
“It’s fine, I’ll be back in about thirty minutes. Will you two be ready to go?” Nick nods, ignoring the double meaning in his mum's words when she pulls the door shut behind her.
“I hate that she knows.” Charlie groans, covering his face with his hands, missing the way Nick shrugs.
“Well, since we have the time,” Nick says, reaching down and pulling Charlie to his feet and spinning him to face the bed, Nick sitting on the edge before dropping Charlie’s hand and pulling him in close by his hips. Nick leans in, pressing closed-mouth kisses to clothed skin, fingers slowly pushing the fabric out of the way while he nuzzles into Charlie. “Can I suck you off?”
“Aren’t we supposed to be celebrating you?”
“Trust me, this is exactly the celebrating I want.”
“You want to suck my dick as a congratulations for you getting into your top uni choice?” Charlie asks, carding his fingers through Nick's hair and smirking down at him.
“Don’t think too much about it, I just really like doing it,” Nick replies, mumbling the last part while his cheeks turn pink and he slides off his bed and onto his knees.
“We’re talking about it later,” Charlie says, eyes sliding shut when Nick pushes his joggers and pants down off his hips and over his arse.
“Whatever you say, Char,” Nick says, shaking his head before kissing across Charlie’s bare hip and taking the soft head of his cock into his mouth. Gently circling the tip with his tongue, moaning low at the feeling of Charlie growing hard in his mouth.
Both were so caught up in the moment that neither of them heard the familiar squeak of the second-to-last step or the turn of Nick’s bedroom door handle until it was too late.
“Actually- OH!” Sarah’s voice cuts through the room, followed by the loud crack of the door being harshly pulled shut.
“Did that?” Charlie starts.
“Oh my fuck.” Nick says, dick slipping from between his lips. “Fucking kill me.”
“Kill you?!” Charlie whispers. “Your mum just saw my whole arse. My whole naked arse was out while my dick was in your mouth. My dick in her baby boy's mouth. I can never leave this room. I can never look at her again.”
“Yeah, Char,” Nick says back, matching his boyfriend's frantic tone. “And who did my mum see on their knees with a dick in their mouth? Me.”
“Your grandparents texted and said to bring the dogs.”
“We’re coming,” Nick grimaces. “I, we’ll be right down.”
“Can I have two minutes?” Charlie asks.
“Yeah,” Nick says, walking out of his room without a second glance back at Charlie, squaring his shoulders and walking down the stairs to find his mum putting a leash on Nellie.
“We’ll talk later.” She says, Nick only nods back.
Nick wasn’t sure what to expect from his mum; she was aware that he and Charlie were sexually active. Always making sure to loudly shut the front door when she got home from work or yelling up at them from the foot of the stairs, letting her presence be known so honestly it was shocking that after almost six months of them getting up to things in Nick’s room that she’d walked in on them. The week following what Nick was now calling ‘the incident’ in his head drug on, part of him was thankful that his mum seemed to have forgotten the promised talk, while the other half was anxiously waiting. What he hadn’t expected was to come home to a locksmith’s van parked in their driveway one Thursday afternoon after school.
[Nick 🐶]: There’s a locksmith in my driveway
[Nick 🐶]: What if I drove my car off a
bridge instead of going inside
[Char 🐱]: okay drama lama calm down,
it could be for anything.
maybe one of the dogs broke the back door
[Nick 🐶]: My perfect angels wouldn’t do that.
My mum is having a lock put in on my door because
she witnessed us sinning and now she’s going to make
me talk about it and I’m going to burying myself in a hole
[Char 🐱]: i’ll mourn you daily
[Nick 🐶]: Hate you
[Char 🐱]: ♥️
Nick parks on the road, finishing his mini pep talk just as the front door of his house opens and he watches his mum shake hands with the locksmith before waving for him to come inside.
“Kitchen, Nicky,” Sarah says when Nick tries to head up the stairs.
“I’m just going to put my bag down.”
“Nick.” His mum says in a tone he doesn’t hear often.
His shoulders slump, and he kicks off his shoes, dropping his bag by the door and walking to their table. “I know this is not a conversation that you want to be having.”
“Then do we have to?”
“Yes, we do,” Sarah says, shaking her head. “I’ve had a lock put on your door, and while I don’t want this to be seen as an encouragement for you and Charlie to be having sex constantly, I would like it to be used so we are not having a repeat of last week.”
“We’re not having sex constantly,” Nick says, speaking before he has fully processed his mum's words.
“That’s not what I’m trying to get at here. I understand that you are in a committed relationship, but Charlie’s only sixteen, and you’re eighteen now. You have to understand that I worry.”
“I’d never hurt him,” Nick says, feeling the embarrassment slide from his mind, replaced with a slight feeling of betrayal.
“That’s not what I’m saying. Sex is a very complicated thing, but adding the layer of age and what Charlie has been through, I can’t help but worry that you two are taking things slowly.”
“We didn’t start anything, um, under the clothes, until after he turned sixteen.”
“I’m glad you can tell me that and that you’re being respectful.”
“I love him more than anything,” Nick says, blushing and not able to look up to meet his mum's eyes. He feels her hand on his, squeezing gently.
“I know, baby, just use the door lock from now on, alright?”
Nick groans, “Yes, mum.”