**Chapter 1: The Charlie Burrito**

The afternoon sun streamed through the window of Nick's apartment, casting a warm glow over the room. Nick and Charlie were lounging on the couch, engaged in a heated game of Mario Kart on Nick's console. Charlie was being his usual competitive self, shouting and laughing as he zoomed his character around the track. As the game intensified, their playful banter escalated. Nick expertly maneuvered his character, pulling ahead of Charlie's. Charlie let out a frustrated groan and nudged Nick's arm. "No way, you're cheating!" he exclaimed. Nick chuckled and playfully pushed Charlie's shoulder. "I'm just better, that's all." Charlie mock-offended, stuck out his lower lip. "Well, I demand a rematch." Their friendly argument continued back and forth until Nick made a particularly impressive move, securing his lead. Charlie huffed and tossed his controller onto the coffee table. "Fine, you win this time," Charlie said, pouting. Nick grinned, triumphant. As he reached out to ruffle Charlie's hair, Charlie dodged, and Nick's hand landed on his butt instead. Charlie's eyes widened, and he spun back to face Nick. "You told me not to slap your bum," Nick said teasingly, laughing as he tried to catch his boyfriend. Charlie shook his head frantically. "Wait, no, no, no, no! Wait, no, I'm sorry, Nick!" But it was too late. Nick swooped in, scooping Charlie up over his shoulder. Charlie tried to wiggle and squirm, but Nick held him firm. "You're being a brat today, so you're getting the Charlie Burrito," Nick announced, striding over to his bedroom. Charlie's protests grew louder as Nick carried him into the room. "Let me go, Nick! Please don't do this!" Nick chuckled and gently placed Charlie down on the bed. He swiftly wrapped him up in a blanket, snuggling him in tightly like a burrito. "There, now you've lost hand privileges," Nick declared, a mischievous glint in his eye. Charlie looked up at Nick, his face scrunched up in dismay. "But I don't wanna be a Charlie Burrito!" Nick picked up Charlie, cradling him in his arms. "That's your punishment, baby," he said, pressing a gentle kiss to Charlie's forehead. Charlie's pout deepened, but Nick could see the faintest hint of a smile playing on his lips. Nick smiled, knowing he'd won this round. As Nick sat down on the bed with Charlie, now securely wrapped in his burrito-like blanket, the doorbell rang. Nick raised an eyebrow, considering who it could be. The story will continue based on your directions. What happens next?