**Chapter 1: Slap of Revenge**

Nick was washing the dishes in his house, the warm water and soap suds a soothing balm for his tired hands after a long day at school. He was lost in thought, replaying the events of the day in his head, when suddenly he felt a presence behind him. He turned to see Charlie walking towards him, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Hey, how are you doing?" Charlie asked, his voice low and smooth, as he sauntered into the kitchen. Nick rolled his eyes good-naturedly, smiling as he continued to wash the dishes. "I'm doing alright, I guess," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant despite the fact that Charlie's presence always seemed to make his heart skip a beat. Charlie chuckled and walked closer to Nick, his eyes scanning the kitchen before landing on Nick's backside. "Good looking," Charlie said, his voice dripping with amusement, as he playfully slapped Nick's butt. Nick's eyes widened in surprise, and he spun around, his hands dripping with water. "Now hold on just a second there," he said, a mock-threatening tone in his voice. "I'm gonna get you back for that one." Charlie laughed and took off running, dashing up the stairs with a whoop of excitement. "You'll never catch me!" he called back over his shoulder. Nick took off after him, his heart pounding in his chest. He loved playing with Charlie, loved the way he made him feel alive and energized. He bounded up the stairs, his eyes fixed on Charlie's fleeing form. "Turn around and let me see that cute little butt of yours," Nick called out, his voice husky with amusement. Charlie glanced over his shoulder, his eyes sparkling with mirth. For a moment, their gazes locked, and Nick felt a jolt of electricity run through his body. Then Charlie grinned and kept running, disappearing into his room. Nick followed, his heart racing with excitement. He burst into Charlie's room, ready to exact his revenge. But as he entered, he was struck by the sight of Charlie's messy room, the clothes scattered all over the floor, the bed unmade. And Charlie, sitting on the bed, a sly grin on his face. The air was charged with tension as Nick approached him, his eyes locked on Charlie's. What would happen next? Only time would tell.