**Dishwasher's Revenge**

Nick was washing the dishes in his house, humming along to the music playing in the background, when Charlie walked into the kitchen. Charlie had a mischievous glint in his eye, and Nick could tell he was up to something. As Charlie approached, Nick couldn't help but notice how good-looking Charlie was, his hair messy from a day of running errands, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Hey, how are you doing?" Charlie asked, sauntering over to Nick, who was elbow-deep in suds. Nick turned to face him, a sponge in hand, and smiled. "I'm doing alright, just trying to get these dishes done," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant. Charlie chuckled and reached out to playfully slap Nick's butt. "Good looking," he teased, his eyes crinkling at the corners. Nick's eyes widened in mock outrage. "Now hold on just a second there," he said, laughing, as he chased after Charlie, who was already making a run for it. "Up the stairs, I'm gonna get you back for that one," Nick called out, his feet pounding the floor as he followed Charlie. Charlie's laughter echoed through the house as he bounded up the stairs, Nick hot on his heels. "You can't catch me, Nelson," Charlie taunted, using Nick's full name in a teasing tone. As Nick reached the top of the stairs, he called out, "Turn around and let me see that cute little butt of yours." Charlie giggled and kept going, leading Nick on a merry chase through the house. Finally, Charlie ducked into his room, slamming the door shut behind him. Nick skidded to a stop in front of the door, panting slightly from the exertion. He grinned to himself, knowing he had Charlie right where he wanted him. The door creaked open, and Charlie's face appeared, a mischievous grin still plastered on his face. "You're not going to get away that easily," Charlie said, his voice low and teasing. Nick raised an eyebrow, his heart racing with anticipation. "Oh, I think I will," he said, pushing the door open and stepping inside. The room was quiet for a moment, the only sound the creaking of the old house. Then, Charlie spoke up, his voice husky. "I dare you to try." Nick's eyes locked onto Charlie's, the air thick with tension. He knew exactly what Charlie was thinking, and he was more than happy to oblige...