The moment Charlie's mom told him he was ungrounded, a surge of excitement rushed through him. It wasn't just about the freedom to leave the house or use his phone without restrictions. It was about one thing—being able to see Nick properly again.
It had been a tough couple of weeks. The incident that led to Charlie's grounding had been a misunderstanding, but it was enough to put a temporary halt to their usual hangouts. Sure, Nick had come over a few times, but they'd had to keep things low-key. No private time in Charlie's room, no sleepovers, and definitely no making out. For a couple of teenagers in love, it had been torture.
Now, standing in the middle of his room, Charlie could hardly contain his excitement. His heart pounded as he heard the familiar knock on the front door. He didn't wait for his mom to answer it; he practically flew down the stairs, nearly tripping over his own feet in his hurry.
When he opened the door, there was Nick, grinning from ear to ear, his eyes sparkling with that mischievous light that Charlie loved so much.
"Hey," Nick said, his voice warm and full of affection.
"Hey yourself," Charlie replied, his face breaking into a wide smile. Without thinking, he threw his arms around Nick, pulling him into a tight hug. The feeling of Nick's body against his was comforting, familiar, and Charlie sighed with relief. He had missed this—missed him—so much.
Nick hugged him back just as tightly, his chin resting on top of Charlie's head. "You don't know how happy I am that you're ungrounded."
Charlie pulled back slightly, just enough to look up at Nick. "Oh, I think I have an idea." His smile turned into a playful smirk. "Want to come up to my room?"
Nick's eyes lit up at the suggestion, and he nodded eagerly. "Lead the way."
They practically ran up the stairs, trying to stifle their laughter so Charlie's parents wouldn't overhear. Once they were in Charlie's room, he shut the door quietly, leaning against it for a moment as he looked at Nick, who was standing in the middle of the room, grinning like an idiot.
Charlie felt a flutter in his chest, that familiar rush of warmth and affection that Nick always managed to bring out in him. He crossed the room in a few quick steps, closing the distance between them, and without another word, he kissed Nick.
It started off soft and sweet, just a gentle brushing of lips, but the built-up tension of the past few weeks quickly took over. Nick responded eagerly, his hands finding their way to Charlie's waist, pulling him closer as the kiss deepened. Charlie's hands threaded through Nick's hair, pulling him down even more as he kissed him like he'd been waiting to do for what felt like forever.
The room seemed to shrink around them, the world outside disappearing as they lost themselves in each other. Nick's lips were warm and soft, and every kiss sent a spark of electricity through Charlie's veins. He pressed himself closer to Nick, feeling the steady beat of his heart through their chests, and it was like all the tension, all the longing of the past few weeks, melted away in the heat of their kiss.
They stumbled backward, Charlie's back hitting the wall as Nick's hands roamed up his sides, over his back, pulling him impossibly closer. Charlie felt like he couldn't get enough of Nick—of his touch, his warmth, his everything. It was overwhelming in the best possible way.
Nick broke the kiss for just a moment, his forehead resting against Charlie's as they both caught their breath. His eyes were dark with emotion, a mix of love and desire that made Charlie's heart race even faster.
"I've missed you so much," Nick whispered, his voice rough with emotion. "You have no idea."
Charlie smiled, his fingers tracing the outline of Nick's jaw. "I think I do," he replied softly. "I've missed you too."
Nick didn't need any more encouragement. He kissed Charlie again, harder this time, his hands gripping Charlie's hips as he backed him up against the wall. Charlie moaned softly into the kiss, his hands sliding down Nick's chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing. Everything about this felt so right—like they were exactly where they were supposed to be.
They kissed like they had all the time in the world, like they were making up for every second they had been apart. Charlie's head was spinning, but he didn't care. All that mattered was Nick—Nick's lips, Nick's hands, Nick's everything. He couldn't believe how much he had missed this, missed him, until now.
Eventually, they broke apart, both of them panting slightly, their faces flushed with the intensity of their emotions. Nick rested his forehead against Charlie's, his eyes closed as he tried to catch his breath. Charlie could feel Nick's heart pounding in his chest, matching the frantic rhythm of his own.
"Wow," Charlie breathed, a little dazed from the sheer intensity of it all.
Nick chuckled softly, his hands still resting on Charlie's waist. "Yeah. Wow."
They stood there for a moment, just holding each other, letting the afterglow of their kiss settle over them. Charlie felt a deep sense of contentment, like everything in the world was exactly as it should be.
Nick finally pulled back a little, his eyes softening as he looked at Charlie. "I really missed you," he said again, his voice full of affection.
Charlie smiled, his heart swelling with love for the boy in front of him. "I missed you too," he replied, leaning in to kiss Nick softly on the lips. "But we've got all the time in the world now."
Nick grinned, his eyes lighting up with that mischievous spark again. "Yeah, we do. And I plan on making the most of it."
Charlie laughed, feeling lighter than he had in weeks. "Good. Because I'm not letting you go anytime soon."
Nick's smile widened, and he leaned in to kiss Charlie again, softer this time, but just as full of love. And as they stood there, wrapped up in each other, Charlie knew that no matter what happened, as long as they had each other, everything would be okay.

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Heartstopper One-shots
Romanceheartstopper oneshots of nick and charlie, maybe others.