A/n: Okay, we're gonna kick off omovember with a silly little chapter (im still coping after s3)

Charlie wasn't exactly sure what had happened, but when he woke up in his bed with Nick sitting in a chair next to him crying, he knew it had been bad. He felt exhausted. He reached an arm up to rub the tiredness from his eyes. But as he did so, he noticed that his left arm was wrapped in a large cast, and his right wrist was also wrapped up. He gasped, "Nick?!" He questioned. He felt himself panicking, "W—what happened to me?" His heart was beating quickly. He was afraid, but tried not to freak the fuck out.

Nick snapped his head up, the tears in his eyes falling down his cheeks. He stood up so quickly that his chair fell over, but he didn't care. He wrapped Charlie in a hug and helped him sit up, "Charlie, babe, oh my god" Nick whispered, closing his eyes and gently petting his boyfriend's hair, "I was so worried, you got hurt really bad on Friday at the game."

Charlie blinked a few times, searching his mind for any memories, but he was completely blanking. He didn't remember, and that was freaking him out, "well...what happened?" He tried to keep his voice level.

  Nick let out a puff of air, pulling away from Charlie to look him in his eyes, "Our mates were screaming for you to take the tackle that would win our game. I was yelling for you not to, but I don't think you heard me over them" Nick was getting worked up as he told the story, "The guy that tackled you did it wrong, and on top of that, he was four times your size. When you fell, you landed on your left arm. He was on top of you, and his body weight crushed and broke it, then you tried to catch yourself with your other hand, but the force of it sprained your wrist."

Charlie breathed in sharply, cringing. That was humiliating. Everyone saw that? "That's insane."

Nick nodded, "It is. Oh—and you kind of bounced when you fell. It was so scary, the way your head slammed into the ground, bounced back up and hit the floor again. You had a concussion. That's probably why you can't remember anything" he explained, "and have you noticed your leg?"

Charlie hadn't. He looked down. His leg was wrapped in a cast, just like his arm.

"Your arm was broken, sure, but your leg was broken" Nick emphasized, "when you landed, it twisted and I swear to God, by the time he got to you I was already running towards you and I was almost next to you when I heard the snap. Tori was on the field dodging security before I even registered that you were actually hurt. Your eyes were closed, and you'd passed out from hitting your head. Your leg and arm were visibly broken. We spent a long time at the hospital. Then your parents got you moved back here."

"Oh, God" Charlie groaned, "I passed out again? I'm never living this down. I'm so embarrassed."

Nick looked at him incredulously, "Charlie, you got very hurt, you shouldn't be thinking like that. Everybody has been so worried about you. Tori blamed me for it, of course" he said, rolling his eyes, "she literally cried. I've never seen her express any emotion other than boredom before."

Charlie felt his heart clench at the mention of his sister crying. She rarely cried in front of anyone, "can you tell her i'm awake?" He felt horrible for worrying her, "sorry she blamed you. She's probably upset that I joined the team at all" he chuckled.

Nick smiled, "she wasn't very cross with me. Just extremely worried about you. I'll go get her."

Tori came into the room quickly, placing her diet lemonade on Charlie's bedside table before rushing over to hug him, "I'm glad your leg broke" she said, closing her eyes as they embraced, "because now you can't play for that rubbish team for the next six to eight weeks."

Charlie laughed, "so that's what you lead with?" He questioned, hugging her back. Nick leaned against the doorframe, smiling at their playful bickering.

"Well, you guys can talk about what happened. I'm going to get Charlie some water" Nick said before disappearing.

Charlie cringed at the mention of water. As he became less and less groggy from his concussion sleep, he became more aware of his bodily needs. And his bladder was screaming at him. If he had to assume, the last time he went to the restroom was before the Rugby game, and now it was going into the evening of the next day. He hadn't been in almost twenty four hours, and he knew he was hydrated the entire previous day for the game. And he had just woken up, so of course he had to pee ten times worse than if he had already been awake.

He briefly wondered just how this was going to work. He had never needed to pee so bad in his entire life. But his leg was out of commission both his arms were useless. To top it all off, he couldn't be left alone because of his concussion, and he was bladder shy. He couldn't help but start fidgeting and squirming after a while.

Tori let out a deep sigh, "Nick or dad?"

That question caught Charlie entirely off guard, "like...in general?"

Tori smirked, "no, you idiot, which one do you want to take you to the toilet?"

Charlie blushed deeply. Fuck. Tori was so observant it made him want to throw himself out of the window. He thought for a moment. He definitely did not want his dad to take him to go potty. That was humiliating. But Nick? Nick was his boyfriend. He didn't want him to see him in such a vulnerable position. But it was still marginally better than his dad having to help him out.

"Nick" Charlie answered cautiously, mumbling.

Tori nodded, "i'll go get him."

When Nick entered the room, he looked worried,
"Tori said you needed me for something?"

That bitch. Of course she would make Charlie tell him what the problem was, because he needed to get over his pee shyness or whatever.

"I um" he couldn't get the words to leave his mouth. It was humiliating. He just stared.

"Charlie?" Nick asked, stepping closer, "are you okay?"

Now Charlie was getting worked up. He would blame his crocodile tears on the concussion. He sniffled, "um."

Nick walked farther into the room, setting Charlie's glass of water down on one of his desks, "oh, Char, it's okay, tell me what's the matter."

Charlie huffed out a laugh, "this is pathetic. Sorry. I just. Um. Have to pee. Very badly."

"Oh" Nick said, "that's not a problem, Charlie. It's just that it may be a bit...awkward. And difficult for you, but we can do this. Come on, my love" he told him, holding out a hand to help Charlie up, "oh, shoot, your crutches are downstairs—"

"N-Nick, i'm not gonna make it if we don't go now" Charlie said, deeply ashamed of himself, "c-can you just help me limp or something? The bathroom is only a few steps away from my room."

"Okay" Nick said, "I know how much you like my strong rugby arms. How about I just carry you there?" He questioned, smirking. Charlie nodded enthusiastically. Whatever would get him to the bathroom quicker.

Nick scooped Charlie up as gently as he could before carrying him to the bathroom. It didn't even take fifteen seconds to get there, but Charlie felt like he had to go ten times worse by the time they did. Nick, unsure about what to do, set Charlie on top of the counter, "Nick" he whined, "I gotta go."

"I know, babe" Nick said, "i'm just trying to think..." truth be told, he was kind of freaking out. He knew Charlie wasn't going to last much longer. He hadn't gone in forever and was probably sore and aching, "you can't use either of your arms to aim. And...you can't use them to pull your shorts and boxers off" he said, blushing. Nick had never removed Charlie's clothes before. He had never seen Charlie's privates, either.

"I..." Charlie began, trailing off.

"It takes a lot of effort that you don't have to even just sit on the toilet. Because then you would have to get back up again and probably get all dizzy, and we really need to get you back to bed as soon as possible. What do you want to do, Charlie?" Nick questioned gently.

Charlie's entire face was red. He knew he wouldn't be able to go with Nick inside the bathroom with him. He was incredibly pee shy. And on top of that, Nick was going to see his penis for the first time. Great.

"I. Well um. You know i'm super self-conscious. And I know that neither of us are ready for sex yet, so it makes me a little uncomfortable that you're going to see my...you know..." he said anxiously. He was running out of time, and wasting that time talking. He felt his control dwindling, "I know you don't want to do anything, but I. I think you may have to...aim for me?" He questioned, cringing at himself.

Nick's eyes softened, "Oh, Charlie, this is completely different from having sex, we aren't doing it for pleasure. I'm doing this to help you. I'll aim for you, darling." He had to admit. He was excited to touch Charlie's dick. Truth be told, he had been wanting to explore Charlie's body lately. He knew Charlie wanted to do the same to him, as they've had quite a few rushed, awkward conversations, and many dirty jokes the past couple of weeks "look, to make it even, i'll show you mine later too, yeah?"

Charlie nodded, giggling despite his anxiety, "yeah. Yeah, okay fine."

Nick nodded, hauling his boyfriend off of the counter. He put him on the ground right in front of the toilet, not letting go of his shoulders until he was fully balanced. Once he was standing straight on one leg, though still shaking a little bit, Nick pulled down the band of Charlie's shorts and boxers, releasing his dick. He tried not to stare. He really did, but he couldn't help the wolf whistle that came out of his mouth. Charlie slapped him on the head, even though it hurt his hand "oh my God!"

Nick laughed with Charlie, "sorry, sorry, i'm sorry!" He stood behind Charlie, slowly grabbing the length of his lover's cock and aiming towards the toilet bowl. They stood there for a while, and it got a little awkward, with Nick's hand just sitting on Charlie's penis, "Charlie, I thought you had to go for a wee?" He questioned, "like. Urgently."

Charlie let a puff of air out of his lungs, "I'm shy. I can't. It hurts so bad, and I—I need to pee so so so badly, but it just won't come out!"

Nick could tell that Charlie was tired, in pain and frustrated. His voice kept cracking, and it was evident that he was on the verge of tears. So Nick did what he did best. Comforted his boyfriend, "shhh" he whispered, resting his chin on Charlie's shoulder, speaking lowly into his ear, "you can do this, Charlie. Don't think about me. Just think about how good letting go will feel, yeah?" Nick took his other hand not occupied by Charlie's dick, holy shit he was holding Charlie's dick, and used that hand to press gently on his bladder, "just go. Alright?"

Charlie's breath hitched when Nick placed his large hand onto his bladder. When he began to slowly add more and more pressure while whispering sweet nothings into his ear, he couldn't help but whimper. He let out a long, shaky sigh before a jet of piss rushed out of him and hit the toilet water before he tensed up again and cut his stream off.

"Ah, no, babe, you're doing so well. Just relax. Go ahead, i'm right here. I'm not judging" Nick told him.

Eventually, Charlie relaxed enough to go. He threw his head back and leaned himself heavily against Nick. He began to piss full force, completely relaxed as he went. Nick looked over his shoulder to watch, and couldn't believe the amount that was coming out of his boyfriend. He didn't say anything though, worried about him locking up again.

Charlie peed for a long time, much to Nick's surprise. He hadn't thought it was possible for him to hold so much, but there they were.

"O-o-oh my God" Charlie whimpered, leaning completely against Nick, "that feels so good."

Nick's cheeks began to heat up. He found everything Charlie did to be sexy, even just pissing, for Christ's sake. It didn't help that he was whimpering pathetically, and Nick found that incredibly hot. Once Charlie's stream had finished, Nick shook him off as normally as he possibly could without accidentally attempting to jerk him, before he put him away and picked him back up to carry him to his bedroom.

Charlie simply put his head on Nick's chest, hiding his face, "i'm so humiliated."

Nick laughed as he set Charlie back into his bed, "come on. Get comfortable. No need to think about what just happened, it's over with now, and i'd do it a million times again just to make sure you were comfortable."

Charlie cuddled onto Nick, and they just sat there in each other's arms for a while, "have fun doing that with your dad when i'm gone, by the way" Nick smirked.

Charlie scoffed, "yeah, not a chance! I'm going to piss in a bottle or a tub from now on, I'm sure I can move my fingers enough to manage that. I hadn't thought of that before."

"You just wanted me to hold your dick" Nick teased lightly.

Charlie laughed, "oh my god, you prick. You still have to show me yours, by the way. I bet you're packing. Six inches, easy."

"Try eight" Nick smirked.

"Eight?! You're going to fucking tear me in half!"

Nick bursted into laughter, "good thing we're good kids and saving ourselves. Not until marriage, but at least we haven't dicked each other down yet."

"Saying that with my bedroom door open is insane. My mum is definitely never going to let me come around to your house anymore" Charlie giggled, leaning his head against Nick's chest.

"Oh, you can sneak out" Nick told him, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend.

Charlie agreed, "I suppose so." He felt tired, so he closed his eyes. He hoped Nick would still be there, holding him when he woke up.

A/n: we're cooking, boys.

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