**Chapter 1: The Charlie Burrito Punishment**

It was a typical Saturday morning for Nick and Charlie. They had spent the morning lounging around the apartment, bickering back and forth about what to do with their day. Charlie was being particularly stubborn, and Nick had had enough. "I'm telling you, we should watch the game," Nick said, tossing the remote control onto the coffee table. "No way, I want to watch that new rom-com," Charlie replied, crossing his arms over his chest. Nick raised an eyebrow. "You're not even a fan of rom-coms." "Well, maybe I am now," Charlie said, pouting. Nick chuckled and shook his head. "You're being a brat today, Charlie." Charlie's eyes widened as Nick started to stalk towards him. "Wait, no, no, no, no, wait, no, I'm sorry, Nick!" But it was too late. Nick grabbed Charlie and tossed him over his shoulder. Charlie's arms and legs flailed wildly as he tried to escape. "I told you not to slap my bum, Nick," he said teasingly, laughing. Nick's response was to walk over to his room, Charlie still draped over his shoulder. "Too late, you're being a brat today, so you're getting the Charlie Burrito," he said, a mischievous glint in his eye. Charlie tried to wiggle as much as he could, but it was no use. He was completely at Nick's mercy. "Just accept your fate, babe," Nick said, his voice low and husky. As Nick put Charlie down on the bed, Charlie let out a protest. "Please don't do this!" But Nick just chuckled and started to wrap him up in a blanket like a burrito. "Now, you lose hand privileges," he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Charlie struggled and squirmed, but Nick was too strong. He picked up Charlie, cradling him in his arms, and Charlie let out a pout. "I don't wanna be a Charlie Burrito," he said, his voice muffled by the blanket. Nick kissed his forehead, his voice softening. "That's your punishment, baby." Charlie looked up at Nick, his eyes pleading. "Can't I just have a normal day for once?" Nick's expression turned stern, but his eyes betrayed a hint of affection. "You should have thought of that before you started being a brat," he said, settling onto the bed with Charlie wrapped up like a burrito. And with that, Charlie's fate was sealed. He was a Charlie Burrito, and he would have to endure the consequences of his actions. But as he looked up at Nick, he couldn't help but feel a little bit excited about what the rest of the day might bring...