A/n: Okay Tickle omo I love it.

Having sleepovers at Nick's house was probably the only thing getting Charlie through the exhausting weeks at school. Just sitting with his boyfriend, chilling out, watching movies and cuddling was usually what his weekends looked like. It was nice. It was perfect.

Nick's mum would even make herself scarce if they wanted to take over the living room, watch TV or do something fun in the kitchen, like baking. He appreciated that, but he also did like having her around sometimes. Especially if it embarrassed Nick. Call him evil, but he didn't care. Seeing him all flustered was so adorable.

Aside from that, he really liked Nick's mom. She was kind, funny, and didn't treat Charlie like a nuisance or anything. Their personalities went well together, and they had many conversations without Nick even being in the room.

Tonight was one of those nights where Nick's mom was nowhere to be seen. When Charlie entered the house, he put his overnight bag by the door. It had some clothes he wouldn't be wearing inside, because he knew he would just steal Nicks's.

"Nick!" He called, "I'm here!"

He walked further into the house and into the living room. Nick had a movie and snacks set up, as well as some cards, "ohhh, fancy" Charlie Teased. Upon noticing him, his boyfriend immediately scooped him up and placed him on top of his lap as he began to attack him with kisses.

Charlie giggled, kissing back immediately. When they decided they had made out enough on the living room sofa, he asked, "where's your mum?"

Nick scoffed, "we just made out for five minutes straight and you're worried about her?"

Charlie laughed, "I'm just asking!" He gasped, "Wait I smell something—oh my God did she make that delicious pasta salad? I'll literally eat the whole thing and not even hate myself after, I swear."

"Yes, she made it" Nick told him, "but you can't have any now, you'll spoil your dinner."

"Oh, come on!" Charlie whined, "you literally have a million snacks set out."

"It's for later when we watch a movie. After dinner" Nick told him.

Charlie groaned, "fineee! What are we going to do for now?"

"Well. My mum isn't going to be home with the groceries until after dinner, so...we have plenty of time to do whatever we want" he smirked.

"Ooh, I like the sound of that~" Charlie sung.

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They ended up playing a card game. They didn't get up to any freakiness, and even sat across from each other at the table as they played. It was mandatory for them to leave room for Jesus, at least, that's what Charlie's dad always said before he accused them of taking part in the practice of 'hanky panky.'

After Charlie won the card game for the fourth time, he slammed the cards down and exclaimed, "six pm!" Pointing to the clock.

"You have literally never been excited for dinner before" Nick laughed, "it's making me excited too."

"I haven't eaten since yesterday morning, my stomach is crying for the pasta salad" Charlie said absent-mindedly, before clapping a hand over his mouth.

"Charlie!" Nick exclaimed, "you're really going to just ignore Geoff's advice? He literally made a meal plan for you!"

"I tried to eat at school yesterday, but someone made a comment, and I just, couldn't anymore. The food started to taste like sandpaper and I couldn't focus on anything except wanting to go throw it up..." Charlie admitted.

Nick knew if he questioned anymore, he wouldn't get anything out of him. Charlie rarely spoke of the bullying to begin with, so Nick was proud he opened up at all, "what happened?" He questioned, because it was always worth a shot. It was always worth it to show that he cared.

"Well, Geoff thought I was doing much better that I should try eating outside with Tao and Issac again instead of just sitting in the art room" Charlie cautiously explained, "but. This kid in one of my classes walked past and said something. Like, 'oh, look everyone. I didn't know Charlie even knew how to eat' or something stupid like that. It made me self conscious that people noticed, so I just had a tiny relapse."

"Oh, love, you should have told me. I would have let you have an early dinner if i'd known you hadn't eaten in that long" Nick frowned, "come on, let's have dinner."

"Awe, you're telling me I could have guilt tripped you an hour ago?!" Charlie joked, fake pouted.

Nick rolled his eyes, though did feel guilty. Anytime Charlie showed any interest in food, he was probably supposed to let him have some, since it was rare that he ever did. But he thought if they waited until dinner, Charlie would have a better chance at eating a full meal. Maybe he should have given it some more thought.

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After dinner, Nick and Charlie had decided to just relax and watch movies in the living room. It would still be a while before Nick's mom got home, so they'd be able to watch a few films.

"We have to watch Iron man" Nick said seriously, looking into Charlie's eyes, "I know you don't like Marvel. But i'm convinced it's just because you've never given it a real chance. Plus, now that i've had my Bi awakening, I have to see Robert Downey Jr" he said, half-joking.

"You know what" Charlie said, "i'll give it a shot, since Marvel does have a lot of hot men, I must admit."

Nick's eyes lit up, "Oh my God, really?!" He exclaimed, shooting up off of the couch to grab the remote.

Charlie ran a hand down his face. He was going to regret this, wasn't he? "Yeah. If I get bored, I can just scroll on my phone and post about how lame you are."

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Four hours.

Charlie had watched four hours of Marvel in a row. They were watching in release date order, and he'd actually gotten sucked in, though he would NEVER admit that to his boyfriend.

He'd been guzzling down soda's to distract himself from the fact that the movies were actually good. And to hide the very non-manly squeal he desperately wanted to let out when he saw Loki on screen for the first time. Nick was having some serious bi panic every-time a hot man or woman was shown. Charlie was sure that if Nick had the choice between him or Thor, he would pick Thor, and Charlie couldn't even be mad.

What he could be mad about, though, was his raging bladder. They were barely even finished with the third movie and he had put off using the bathroom for a long time. Nick had already gone twice during the various commercial breaks, but Charlie just stayed behind on the couch even after Nock returned. Now, he was regretting it.

He really didn't want Nick to have to pause the film. Not when he seemed so into it. He was quite sure that he would be able to hold out until the end of the movie, he wasn't a little child or anything. He could hold his bladder, thank you very much. By now, Nick and Charlie were very comfortable, cuddling on the couch, Nick throwing an arm around him and Charlie lying on his chest. He kept on fidgeting, though, bouncing his knees and tapping his feet wildly. Nick had told him multiple times to stop moving around so much, but he really couldn't help himself.

As soon as the credits began to roll, he shot up from his seat. He had doomed himself by taking nervous sips of soda as the film had gone on, so his need had grown worse, "I'll be right back, Nick" he said hastily as he stood up, "I need to use the bathroom."

"Hold on, Char!" Nick exclaimed, "you'll miss the end credit scene."

"Can't you just. I don't know. Pause the film until I get back?" Charlie asked dryly.

"With that attitude? Absolutely not, grumps" Nick joked, pulling Charlie into his lap. He tried not to fidget around enough, and was able to succeed for the most part. Once the end credit scene finished, Charlie was trying to get up again, but Nick was asking questions, "so, what do you think of the movies so far?"

Charlie groaned internally, "they're fine I guess" he shrugged.

"What?! Come on! I saw your face, you were so into it!" Nick accused.

"You must have been imagining things" Charlie smirked, "Like how you were imagining carrying Natasha around in your strong rugby arms, eh?" He teased, standing up, "but seriously, I need—"

"Oh, you prick" Nick gasped, blushing. He tackled Charlie onto the ground. Honestly, Charlie was surprised he hadn't lost it right there, but he managed to hold it together. That got a lot harder, though, when Nick began to tickle him.

"Nick—N-Nick, StOp! Nick, I swear to God!" He snorted, "hahhahah! HHAHAHAHA no morE NO MORE, MERCY, MERCY!" Charlie exclaimed, because fuck, he was ticklish. Neither of them really noticed the light switch flip on, they were having too much fun.

But Nick didn't stop there, his large fingers relentless, ignoring Charlie's pleas. They slipped under his boyfriend's shirt and gilded across his chest and stomach, "Nick I am going to wee myself! Stop!" He exclaimed through the tickling, squealing as he tried to get away.

"Shut up!" Nick exclaimed, laughing.

He accidentally pressed way too hard on Charlie's bladder as he continued to tickle him, making his boyfriend curl up and cry out in pain, "NICK!" He screamed.

Nick immediately retracted his hands, "Char?  Char, are you alright?" He asked, worried, completely removing himself off of where he had been, straddling Charlie between his legs.

Charlie was still recovering, tears running down his cheeks from where he laid, sprawled out on the floor, lying his back. His chest rose and fell rapidly. But when he went from being so tensed up to so relaxed so quickly, his bladder wasn't able to keep up, and immediately began to release its contents. Charlie didn't even realize he had began to wet himself until he heard Nick's mom gasp from the living room entrance, "Oh my goodness!" she had said.

Charlie shot up from where he laid, trying to cut his stream off, but it was no use. His tears of laughter became tears of humiliation as he frantically looked into Nick's eyes for an escape. But then he realized those were the same eyes that just betrayed him. Sure, it was dramatic, but he was upset, "Nick! I told you to stop! I literally said I was going to pee myself!" He exclaimed, covering his face. He was absolutely humiliated.

"Babe, i'm so sorry, I didn't think you were serious, I—I—" Nick stuttered, completely shocked. This was the last thing he had expected.

"Oh my God!" Charlie sniffled. By the time he finished wetting, there was a huge puddle on the floor. He shot his head up towards Nick's mother, and in a panic, let out a sob, "Ms. Nelson, I am so sorry for peeing on your floor!"

Sarah honestly thought that the situation was a little comical, but she couldn't laugh right then, since Charlie was genuinely upset. She hoped that in a few hours, he would find the humor in the situation, but for now, it was taking everything in her to comfort rather than laugh, "Oh...Charlie, sweetheart, it's alright. This wasn't your fault. It was clearly Nick's, the oaf."

"Mom!" Nick exclaimed in protest, shocked.

Charlie let out a giggle, which they both took as a good sign, so Sarah continued, "Nick, be a good lad and help your boyfriend get cleaned up. I'll take care of the floor, yeah?"

Charlie's cheeks beamed a scarlet red, "Ms. Nelson, I can't ask you to do that—"

"You didn't ask, I offered" she said with a kind smile, "Now go on, get cleaned up. We can punish Nick to his bedroom afterwards, and you can hang out with me" she joked.

"Mom!" Nick exclaimed.

"Hush. Go to your room, mister. You're going to bed early tonight" Charlie teased, laughing as Nick helped him up. He cringed at the feeling of wetness seeping down his legs, but allowed Nick to walk him to the bathroom.

"I'm so sorry, Char. Really, I am. I should have listened to you. I should have let you go before the end credit scene, i'm so stupid" he said, hugging his boyfriend's shoulders.

Charlie leaned into the touch, making sure to keep his lower body away, "it's fine, Nick. You aren't stupid, just...you know. You."

"Wow" Nick deadpanned, "that makes me feel a lot better."

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