A Secret Love- Chris motionless and Ricky Horror slash

This was familiar. We were literally trying to eat each other, desperation overtaking us and ridding us from all satisfaction. It wasn’t enough; it could never be enough.

I needed more. Nothing but a casual consideration warned me that the amount of times I had gotten hard today was possibly a personal record. I was probably hurting him, but accompanying the tears was a man writhing and squealing my name out like I was a god.

"Ohhhhh, ohhhhh!" Ricky cried, shaking his head from side to side.

I pulled my manhood out of him abruptly and disconnected our lips at the same time. I moved down for a final brief kiss before flipping him onto his stomach.

"Raise it, " I demanded, sweat rolling in small droplets down my body. He didn't lift his ass fast enough so I slapped his already rosy cheeks. He let out a needy moan like he always did when I spanked him. "You like this don't you?" I smirked, taking moment to catch my breath. I drew my hands across his ass repeatedly, listening hungrily to his almost feminine shrieks.

I stopped again, admiring my handy work. "You gonna raise your tush for me or do you want me to keep punishing you, hmm?" I asked him.

He lifted his hips instantly.

"Good boy," I smiled, brushing my fingers lightly against his hot skin. "Very good boy," I muttered, before dipping my head down and pressing my face between his baby soft mounds. I tongued his entrance firmly, forcing him to relax. How he managed to still be tight and twitching down here bewildered me. We had done it a few times today, yet here he was- sensitive as fuck. I could feel him clamp his walls down against my tongue as I pushed it as deep as I could inside of him.

"Oh yeammmm..mmmnnnm," I'm pretty sure Ricky had stopped making sense an hour ago. Anything coming from his mouth were just sounds of approval or distaste.

"Feels good huh Rick? " I asked breathily, moving away from his pink asshole and biting one of his butt cheeks gently. I was going to go mad with the amount of satisfaction I got from his reactions to my teasing. I drove him absolutely wild. Seeing him so desperate and needy turned me on more than I think was normal.

He wouldn't tell me where his dildo was, but after a few minutes of scanning the whole room with my eyes I'd come to the conclusion that it was either under his pillow or in one of his draws.

I kissed up his back slowly, lifting my arm inconspicuously to his bedside draw. It opened soundlessly and sure enough, my hands met with something in the shape of a cock.
I smirked shamelessly.

Sitting up on my heels, I grabbed the lube and plastered a generous amount into my palm. I stroked the plastic device a few times before turning on the switch. The thing vibrated, that kinky motherfucker ...

Of course Ricky must have recognised the buzzing sound because he whipped his head over his shoulder to look at me with wide eyes.

"N...no..." he said, horrified. However, when I pushed the thing lightly against his entrance he went back to making his cute sounds of approval.

I couldn't recall ever witnessing anything more arousing. I was able to watch his glistening entrance wink frantically as the wet cock vibrated against him. He was sighing adorably. Well, not for long.

I grabbed his soft globes, pulling them apart and licking my lips when I heard him gasp. I dipped just the tip of the cock inside of him, dunking it in and out- selfishly admiring the action.

"Don't tease...please...I..."Ricky whimpered. I couldn't deny him when he sounded like that.

I rammed the thing deep inside of him, it was pretty long but I knew he could take it. I knew he wanted it.

"Ohhhhh yes! Fuck me with it! " He begged in a manner that even had me blushing.

I stroked myself without thinking, completely mesmerised. Regardless of the dirty situation, an emotion hit me like a train. I didn't recognise the feeling at all.

I pulled it out of him and flipped him onto his back. The way he gazed up at me with distant but longing eyes almost scared me. I wet my lips with the tip of my tongue, before dipping down to kiss him.

And that kiss; so slow, so sensual. My chest ached, prompting me to put more passion behind it. I made it as sweet as I could muster, hoping Ricky could just understand.

We separated after a while. I had to force myself to let him breathe, since the guy got out of breath easily. I waited until he was giving me his full attention. He looked at me in confusion.

"Can I...make love to you? " I whispered, narrowing my eyes down to him with what I knew was probably an overly intense expression.

Did I just say that? My mind went blank. "I mean...,"

Ricky understood me I think because he reacted with a simple smile. He didn't ask for an elaboration or question me. He just accepted.

"Yes," he said sweetly, reaching up and stroking my jaw. I grabbed his outstretched hand and kissed his palm.

Maybe I liked him a lot more than I thought. His eyes mirrored what I was feeling.

But surely Ricky didn't want a stuffy relationship, amongst our brothers on the road. We were guys...

There was an 'us' in lust that described perfectly what we were, and what we probably meant to each other. I mean of course I would jump in front of a train for the guy, but that wasn't because I was in love but because he was my brother. I still felt that way.

But there was that 'us' that would now always linger between us. I don't think I could ever forget the taste. I kissed across his knuckles, and then linked my hands with his as I positioned myself at his entrance.

I moved into his warm heat that had become a second home I always craved to return to. His cooed my name out quietly as he winced, adjusting to my size again. I caressed his hip with my free hand, stroking smooth circles against his baby soft skin.

I didn't give him much time to relax, and started thrusting in and out of him dangerously slow. I could really feel his walls caressing me, welcoming their joy stick as if it were their own child. Groaning at the ridiculous amount of satisfaction I got from just one buck of the hips, I looked up to the one responsible.

Ricky was looking at me with such a beautiful expression. Our hands were wonderfully tangled, and it was like he was giving his whole self to me. Trusting me. Needing me.

I continued to rock into him with languid movements, getting slower and slower until we stopped all together. I was left to stare helplessly as Ricky cried.

When he cried he looked like a weeping angel. Effeminate, but handsome all the same. The small tears glistened as they flooded down his cheeks. Was it wrong that I thought the tears were an accessory that just made him look really pretty?

I frowned, pushing forward and locking myself inside him, watching as he gasped as I hit his sweet spot. He looked up at me with his watery eyes and I caressed his damp cheeks.

"You look so beautiful when you cry Ricky..." I said, feeling a lump of sadness mingling undifferentiatedly with desire. "But don't cry for me baby. I'm not worth it," I said quietly, stroking his matted hair.

He ran an arm over his eyes desperately. "But it feels so good," he sniffed. His walls were whimpering around my cock, twitching and occasionally gathering the strength to squeeze me. I licked my lips.

"And you feel so good, you couldn't possibly imagine what you do to me," I whispered in his ear, making sure to brush my lips against the soft skin of his earlobe.

Ricky wrapped his arms around my neck and brought my face up to his. He kissed my temple and left a trail of kisses until he reached my lips. My hair curtained the two of us, shutting out the world. We watched each other passively, glancing at each others lips from time to time but not acting upon it.

I slowly rocked into him again, watching greedily as Ricky contorted his face into a euphoric expression. I smirked as he gasped for breath beneath me. He was close.

"F-fuck Chris...p-please....h-harder!" he cried, his eyes threatening to roll to the back of his head while he gripped my upper arms to steady himself.

I granted his plea by dragging my hips back and slamming into him hard. He yelped, his chest rising and falling erratically as he tried to recover from the brief assault.

"So sexy." I moved to his chest and began nibbling on one of his pink nipples, rolling it around in my mouth. He moaned even louder, and even more so when I brushed my hand down to his cock. I held it and started pumping its length.

"Ahhhh nnnnh!" Ricky once again became illiterate.

I slammed into him again, angling my thrusts in different places as means of trial and error. Just when I thought I had found the perfect angle, a thrust to another area had his toes curling and his eyes watering like I was violating him. He literally screamed my name.

"Christopher! Fu...uck! Oh Fuck! Right there. Oh god...."

That was it. Everything I had was put into hitting that spot on point because I'd never seen him loose it like this. Forget the fact that my balls were tightening, I was drunk on Ricky and I didn't want this to end.

I held out until he came, his breaths frantic as he lost control. I got distracted as my own orgasm washed through me, since his walls clamped around me like a vice when he came into completion. I could just hear his voice, the tone was at the pitch he only used in the bedroom; delicate and sweet.

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I stared at my faint reflection in the shower door as hot water ran down my back. No expression made its way to my face even as I willed a frown.

This game was getting dangerous.

Taking a deep breath, humid air caressed each of the air sacs in my lungs. I held my breath for a while as scattered thoughts consumed me.

We didn't talk after. Well I couldn't, my mouth just wouldn't move. When I had first come to my senses after our passionate last round of sex, I got a good look at the strong hold I had on him. Everything I did made him feel something, anything I said would mean something to him. I could take him to heaven, I could send him to hell.

The little guy was so exhausted, he fell asleep after a few minutes. I had to wonder if he slept last night, because he had ended putting down the phone at some ungodly hour. I saw it in my call history this morning.

But I couldn't stop being with him this way. I...didn't want to and my body reacted to him when got within a mile. I had to end this though. For his sake.

A knock on the bathroom door snapped me out of my daze. "Chris, you done soon? I need to pee...," I heard Ricky call from the other side.

I stepped out of the shower and welcomed him in. "I'm just finishing off. Go pee, I don't mind," I told him, not missing the blush on his face as he quickly looked away from my naked body. I turned away from him, stepping back into the shower and finishing up.

After a minute the shower curtains were pushed aside. Before I could turn around, Ricky's body pressed up against mine as he hugged me firmly from behind. I really liked this. Why did things have to be so complicated?

I turned around in his embrace, leaning over him to protect him from the water spraying in his face. He looked knackered. "Tired? " I smirked.

He slapped my arm playfully. "And sore, idiot," he frowned grumpily, "and it's all your fault."
This was my problem. I knew I has to end this, but as soon as I was with Ricky my ulterior motive turned to dust.

I...couldn't. It wasn’t just his feelings, but somehow my feelings were on the line too.

"What are you thinking about?" Ricky asked me, looking at me with tired eyes.

"I'm just wondering. What...you actually think about this?" I finally said after pausing to gulp. This...was it. We were finally here.

He suddenly seemed more awake. "About what?" he asked, narrowing his eyes down to our feet.

I turned the shower off. "About what we're doing. We're in the shower together naked," I said stroking his sides, "and it was only a month ago that we were best friends. "

"Were? We can't be best friends anymore?" Ricky asked, deadpanned.

I wrapped my hand around his jaw, forcing him to look up. "Do best friends do this?" I sighed, pecking his lips. I kissed him againn when I got no response, pressing against him firmly. He finally opened his mouth a little and I drove my tongue inside him, groaning when he began to respond and wrap his arms around my neck. I soon had him pressed up against the shower wall, his strong little legs wrapped around my waist.

After a minute, I gently placed him on the ground. He staggered, so I gave him an arm of support.

"Chris...please don't do this," he muttered.

"What?" I asked.

He sighed. "Don't suddenly make this complicated."

"Ricky, I m not blind!" I snapped.

He cringed, so I went back to massaging his sides. "Sorry, I meant. ...I'm abusing your feelings for me. I can't hurt you anymore Ricky. I just can't hurt you like this." I looked at him sadly.

He smiled up at me stroking my cheeks. "I'm a grown man, I'm just as much responsible as you. I'm the one who loves you this much, so this is my fault."

I clenched my jaw, trying to stop the wave of sadness that was threatening to break across my face. "Why do you love me Ricky? I'm...a damaged and bitter man."

"And I thought you didn't believe in love?" he looked at me surprised. "So why ask? "

I paused, not so sure of the answer myself. "I...can feel your love," I said quietly after a minute of silence. "So I need to protect you from me. You can't give your love to me. "

"So...you don't want this anymore?" he said emotionless.

"You know perfectly well that I want this Ricky. But I'm...leading you on. I can't love you in that way Ricky. You...know what I'm like, " I couldn't look him in the eye cause there was no doubt that he was probably glaring at me.

"And what are you like exactly. Don't tell me you were going to treat me like all of those stupid women you go through. I thought you at least...had a bit more respect for me."

I glanced at him to see that he wasn't crying. He was livid. I wasn't hurting him. ..maybe this was for the best after all. "I....I'm sorry. I got carried away. I could only see you, no one else was attracting me anymore. So I acted upon it and next thing I knew you had me in the palm of your hand."

"I had you-... no fucking way Cerulli! It's you who has me in the palm of your hand! I have in no way had anything on you," he was squeezing the life out of my wrist, so I retracted my hand.

"I'm only doing this for you! You offer yourself on a plate to a beast you know will devour you. I don't want to hurt you, so I'm biting my tongue here and giving you a chance to escape."

"Am I just a piece of meat to you? " Ricky growled.

Well this had escalated. "No. Your my brother and my best friend. If it wasn't for that then I wouldn't be ending things here."

He suddenly smiled. It wasn’t his genuine smile, it was forced and scarily abrupt. "You don't need to end things unless you want to. I told you I'm a fully grown man. I know what your like, and that's the price I'm willing to pay. Chris I'm not a twit and I'm not a little girl," he said calmly. I shivered when his hands danced down my sides. He backed me into the other wall and I accidentally pressed the shower head back on. A spray of cold water made us both gasp, but it turned warm within seconds.

He turned his back on me, and I watched as his shoulders slumped forward. Reaching back I grabbed the bottle of shower cream and lathered it in my hands. I massaged his shoulders, kneading them as if to bring life back into his posture.

He became putty in my hands within minutes, groaning occasionally.

"Ricky, don't be stubborn. You need to leave me because I sure as fuck can't leave you alone unless you say no," I said into his ear.

I leaned up again to grab the soap, shutting the shower off while I was at it. Lathering up my hands again, and started to wash down his back. Ricky leaned forward, his hands flat against the wall.

"I'm not scared of you Chris. I'm not planning on running away from you just because I don't want to get hurt. We'll always be friends though....right?"

"Ricky...," my strength was suddenly drained from me and I placed my hands over his against the wall. "Of course we will. Please don't ever doubt that," I told him sincerely. "But I can't let this happen. Not to you Ricky. I love you too much, even if it's not in the way you would like. "

He turned around to face me, a few tears streaming down his face.

"Look what I'm doing to you. You rarely cry, but in this past month I can't do anything but reduce you to tears."

"I'm not always sad Chris. Sometimes tears just come out because I can't always deal with the pleasure or your kindness," he told me, wiping his face.

I didn't know what to say. My voice died in my throat and I kept on wondering what I did to deserve having someone like Ricky crying so beautifully in front of me. Offering his body up to me. Showcasing me his heart.

Was this all just one strange dream of my deepest and darkest desires. I pinched my arm, no such luck.

"Ricky, I won't do this to you. You'll thank me some day, when you find someone better to give your heart to, " I said resolutely.

"Fine. Be stubborn! " Ricky cried, throwing the shower door open and stalking out of the bathroom.

I stood lifelessly under the shower head for perhaps another ten minutes, only stepping out when I noticed my fingertips start to wrinkle. I sighed, wrapping my towel around my waist and glancing at my reflection in the mirror. I drew my brows on, anticipating Ricky kicking me out of his house. I made a promise to Angelo though, so I didn't want to leave him alone.

I walked past the bedroom, glancing in to see him hugging a pillow in a fetal position.

It was only five, but I was exhausted. Luckily my duffle bag was at the bottom of the banister so I grabbed a change of clothes from there.

Stretching out on the coach, I yawned. If I was unconscious, Ricky couldn't tell me to leave. With that in mind I relaxed, easing comfortably into a deep slumber.

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"Chris...," I heard in a distance. I couldn't see anything, and my limbs hadn't caught up with my brain.

I groaned, turning away from the sound that was preventing me from staying in my laxed state. "Chris, wake up," I heard Ricky call out again. I felt a weight press down on my lower body and I opened my eyes a little, adjusting to the light.

"Mmm...what is it?" I grumbled, my voice coming out deep and scratchy. "What time is it?"

"It's midnight. Come to bed. Don't sleep down here...," he whispered. Memories of the days events returned to me and I groaned again, trying to fall back asleep.

"No, get up," Ricky demanded, shaking my shoulders a little. I played dead.

I felt him shift, then gasp. My eyes snapped open and I managed to catch him before he fell off the coach.

"Woah, thanks," he said shakily, catching himself before sitting comfortably on me again. "These clothes are slippery."

I narrowed my eyes down to see him clad in a small silky black dressing gown. The material riding up his pale creamy legs. Fuck.

"Don't Ricky, I don't mind sleeping here. I'm your guest."

"Exactly, " he said, pressing his hand on my shoulders and forcing me to lie back down. "As my guest, I need to look after you."

His hands slid down my neck. Next he grabbed the zipper of my hoody, dragging it down until my chest was exposed to him.

Stunned, I watched as he lent forwards, diving for my neck. He kissed and nipped down it gently, reaching my collarbone and sucking on it. He was obviously trying to leave a great big mark.

"Mmmm, stop it Ricky. Haven't we spoken about this? " I asked in confusion.

He ignored me completely, and instead started grinding against my hips. I instinctively reached around him, grabbing his ass. I could feel every single contour of his body against me; he obviously wasn't wearing anything underneath that dressing gown.

"You said that I belonged to you," he murmured, looking completely broken.

I didn't know what to say. I said that, no question about it.

"I said your ass belonged to me," I responded after a while, frowning at the stupidity of my own actions and waiting for the backlash.

It didn't come. Instead Ricky just looked at me with an off look in his eye. His hands were clutching my shirt and shaking slightly. I placed a hand on top of both of them, trying to calm him down. But he didn't get angry. He calmed himself down and got off.

I sat up, hoping that we could sort this mess out through calm words. I tried to zip my jeans up quickly to look a little more serious. Ricky sure had quick sly hands because I hadn't even noticed.

"Chris...," the man in front of me whispered. I ignored him, re-zipping my hoody.

"Look at me, please...," he said quietly. I don't know why, but all my instincts told me to pretend I didn't hear. I kept my eyes on his feet, that sat comfortably in his white slippers.

A pool of black silk fell around his ankles and my breathing quickened. Against my will, my perverted nature wrenched my head up, my eyes slowly sweeping from Ricky's toes to his waiting eyes.

He held my gaze, then walked up to me with a confidence I never knew he had. He ran a hand though his hair, his thick locks falling easily through his fingers. When he reached me he knelt one knee down on my upper thigh, his whole weight digging into my leg painfully. I bit my lip, fighting off my urge to fidget under the judgmental look I was receiving.

Ricky grabbed my hoody collar and bought my face closer to his. "You wanna be friends, that's fine," he whispered against my lips.

I started fidgeting.

"You wanna fuck me, I'll spread my legs for you," he continued, his warm breath sending tingling sensations across my lips. "Now that we've started this, don't think it's going to be so easy to back out."

There were so many ways to response to that, I couldn't pick to most appropriate one. Instead, I allowed him to shift against me and push my head down onto a cushion. I continued to watch him crawl over me again.

He tried to unzip my hoody again, but I grabbed his hand before he could finish.

"Don't," I warned him. The mood had now changed from earlier. If I wasn't so spent, then I would have been so turned on. Luckily we were both too tired to get aroused. But if he continued to go down this route, my wall of restraint would obliterate and crumble.

"If you don't want me anymore Chris, then fine," he said quietly, rubbing his eyes that were reddening. I wasn't about to sit here and watch him cry.

I sat up suddenly, switching our positions. Whatever had had its hold on me released me. "You know perfectly well that I want you," I said, frowning. I brushed his tousled hair out of his face, and let my hand linger. When I stroked his cheek with my thumb he smiled up at me. I returned his gesture instantly, drawn into whatever spell he was conducting on me.

"Then things don't need to change. This doesn't have to mean any more than me belonging to you. I'm a grown man, you don't have to do what you thinks best for me. I choose to be with you this way as long as you want me. My choice," he said, looking up at me stubbornly, crossing his arms from his position.

"Well, if that's how you really feel-" I was cut off when Ricky grabbed the back of my head and plastered his lips firmly against mine.

Our tongues tangoed and I was filled with his taste and his lust all over again. I couldn't believe I was willing to give up this sensation. Every single time we kissed I felt the chemistry. Every single fucking time.

"Ricky...," I groaned, when I managed to unlatch myself from him. "I gave you your chance. You've blown it," I smirked.

He smirked at me right back, and I paused to dip down and bite his lower lip. He moaned as I wriggled my tongue around his piercing, his eyebrows scrunching up.

He placed his hands on my chest, not pushing me away but lightly raking his nails down my skin. I hissed.

"I wanna be used by you," he whispered breathily into my ear. "And when the time comes, I wanna be hurt by you," he said, nipping my earlobe.

I moaned quietly, steadying myself on my elbows and giving in to the feather light touches of his lips.

"I want all of it. I want all of you," he spoke lowly, then placed the palms of his hands flat on my chest and pushed me up.

I looked down and was haunted by his eyes. His eyes were so captivating it was like he was always conducting a curse or a spell on me. His unnaturally dilated pupils were to blame perhaps. Once he had you, you were his.

He had a strong look of determination on his face. I trusted him.

His resolve inspired me, so I made a deal with myself: if I hurt him, I would be the one to fix him too. He really was more than just a best friend to me. If only I didn't have so many demons. Ricky didn't even know about them. No one did...

Except her...and maybe two of my ex's. She still was in my heart, as much as I didn't want her there. She wasn't there because of love either. That love had gone so stale she was now just an ice axe that occasionally came back to cut me in half all over again. I hated her.

I fucking hated her.

My mind had drifted; I'd entered a dark place. Whenever I remembered her, I wasn't able to anchor myself back. She'd messed me up so badly.

"Chris?" I heard Ricky call from a distance. I spared him a look, narrowing my eyes down to him as to not give myself away.

Those eyes. Fuck, his eyes were so beautiful.

"Chris whats wr-" his voice became muffled when I pressed my lips against his.

Our lips rubbed against each other. It was brief, but it bought me back.

I moved back up to see him him blushing. My thumb played with the soft contours of his face. "Okay, let's go to bed," I said, standing up and grabbing my hoody and his silky dressing gown.
I chucked the thing at him. "Put this on," I said, tossing the other clothes over my shoulder.
He sat up and pulled his arms through his sleeves, his eyes fixed on me with a puzzled expression.

Before he stood up, I bent down and hooked an arm under his legs. He weighed almost nothing and we made our way up the stairs with him clutching my clothes and burying his face in my chest.

"You know, I've learned something about you today," I said, smirking when he looked up.

I didn't dare look him in the eye, because I didn't want to fall down the stairs. "What?" he asked.
I shook my head and laughed, reaching his bedroom. I didn't bother turning on the light since his small bedside lamp was on, giving the room a dull orange glow.

I threw him on the bed, and jumped in with him. Sliding down, I rested my head on his stomach.
Even in the dim light I could sense he was aroused, but not completely. He would calm down after a few minutes. I was too tired to have sex again, I must be getting old.

"What did you learn about me?" he whispered, turning into me and resting his head on top of mine.

I paused for a while, "Your a kinky motherfucker," I smiled against his skin.

I felt him laughing, and looked up to enjoy it. " Mmmm, when you woke me up in that silk dressing gown. Mmmmm, nothing underneath either," I laughed at his embarrassed expression and laughed harder when he slapped my arm.

" What can I say? I wanted my man back, " he said in a camp voice that had us bursting into another fit.

"And your little man just won't go down," I teased him further, nudging his dick lightly.
He groaned. " Ignore it Chris, I am."

I slipped a cold hand under his dressing grown and grabbed his length. "I can't ignore a friend in need man," I said when he shot me a surprised look.

"Oh fuck, " he murmured to himself, steadying his hands on his head rail.

I stroked his length hard and fast, determined to break a record. He was moaning loudly after just a minute. "Okay, I get it I get it! Holy shit, slow down," he complained, his legs spasming.

I grabbed his hip with my other hand and turned him so his dick was pointing at me. I was surprised at how hard he had gotten even after the events of today. "Your libido is insane," I admitted to him, before shutting up his response by popping his dick in my mouth.

" Ah...you don't have to Chris, oh yessss," he said, his breathing getting more laboured.
I just smiled up at him, then went back down. His fingers massaged my scalp, in a way lulling me to sleep.

" You're mouth is so incredible, " he muttered, combing my hair out of my face with his fingers.
After a minute of slurping around him I looked up, smiling with him still in my mouth. His lips were bruised from all our desperate kisses, and the lost look in his expression told me he was gonna come.

"Are you coming? " I asked. He managed to nod.

I fixed my eyes on his and he couldn't help but do the same. He suddenly seemed more awake and grabbed the pillow next to him, squeezing the life out of it.

" Ahhh Chris! mmmmnn," he bit down on the pillow, and then just groaned into it loudly. He came in small juts, but at close intervals. I sucked on him hard, trying to speed things up.

When he flopped back and stared at the ceiling, I released him and got up. I looked down at him for a while, savoring his giddy expression, then made my way to the bathroom. The contents of my mouth were spat into sink, and I grabbed his mouthwash to clean up.

When I returned, he was sitting up, writing on a piece of paper.

"Whatcha doing? " I asked, getting into the covers and sitting up with him. He leaned his head on my shoulder briefly, then went back to scribbling with his pencil.

"I left my notebook at yours. I've just been writing a lot of stuff lately, " He said, smiling at me tiredly.

I turned his chin towards me and lifted it so I could kiss his cheek. He blushed instantly. "Happy stuff, sad stuff...?" I inquired, trying not to be too nosy.

"All kinds of stuff. It's ambiguous to me too, but lately I've written poetry really. No stories. Wanna read?"

I was already so curious, so when he lifted another piece of paper and handed it to me I grabbed it and began reading straight away.

It read of hurt, of love and of beauty. It was crafted so well I couldn't even assume such perfect words spoke of me and him. Instead it told me of human nature, of the curse two humans falling in love. It really touched me for some reason and I ended up reading over one paragraph at least five times. It didn't even rhyme but a tune was making its way into my head.

I glanced over at him, seeing him so engrossed in his writing that he didn't notice me lean over and take the other pencil off his lap.

I sat back and began editing some words so that they would flow a bit more. I sang aloud, inspired for the first time that week.

"Encapsulated, mutilated our malice....our," I sang quietly, and he whipped his head to me, frowning. "Intoxicated...," I frowned, thinking up another word to add, "fabricated," I smiled and then continued to read his poem. "Lust for a cause."

He put his work down and focused on me. "She walked away at night, a still virtue only. A fatal kiss my muse there's, nothing I can do for you," I finished the paragraph, ending a little loud. He looked at me stunned.

"Sounds like a good song if I'm gonna be completely honest," he smiled, nodding repeatedly. "I can envision it," he said. "Maybe you can get some inspi-"

"I'll take it. I'll take it all," I said, scribbling down the tune at the corner of the page.

"You mean...you want to use it for lyrics?" he asked, looking embarrassed. I ruffled his hair.

"Please could I? It's so...refreshing. I really love it, it belongs in a song," I said, ribbing him with my elbow. That got a laugh out of him.

"That's...that's epic. I don't know what to say. Yes! Of course," he smiled, grinning from ear to ear.

I placed the work down on the bedside table, then slid down feeling inspired. I had high hopes for this song. "Thanks, it's incredible. I love your writing. We'll work on it tomorrow okay?"

"Okay," he said, shutting out the light and rolling a little closer to me. I wrapped an arm around him, and he snuggled in.

I could feel him smiling against my chest, so we both fell asleep happy. We'd both probably end up dreaming about music.

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Notes

So this story will be on hold for some weeks. Exam season has approached etc. But when I return, I bring promises of drama. Hopefully drama as you've never seen it ;)

Let me know how your enjoying this story so far though? Are enjoying it?
Later beautiful x