A Secret Love- Chris motionless and Ricky Horror slash

I had been home for literally only a week yet here I was at the airport, waiting for a plane that I would be boarding in ten minutes.

"Oh darling," my mother sighed. "It was lovely to have you back for a while," she said with a sad smile.

I gripped her shoulder reassuringly. I only saw my parents at Christmas and, if I was lucky, Thanksgiving. The little time we had off touring didn't mean I could always fly out to see them. I usually just kicked back at the apartment I shared with Angelo and chilled.

"I'll see you soon Mum, besides I ring you like everyday."

"I wish that was true. Say hi to Chris' parents for me," she said, hugging me once again.

"I will," I told her, squeezing her tightly. I had really missed her but she was used to rarely seeing me. It wasn't as if I had spent much time in my own house during high school, so there really wasn't much change to accustom to when I joined a touring band.

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As I sat on the plane, I smiled fondly at the memories I had with the band. Chris and Devin hated flights with a passion. Even though it was our favorite thing in the world to do shows in other places such as Europe, travelling always sucked.

I looked out the window and watched the clouds go by slowly. I personally loved flying; I would always just kick back with my ipod and listen to 'HIM' whilst writing a story. With the hostess bringing coffee on tap there was no better time to write. This time, however, things were different. This time I was too excited and too nervous to write anything decent.

I would be spending an entire two weeks with Chris to write the new record. Angelo would be joining us in the second week, but still...

I rarely got to be alone with him. As desperate as it sounded, I needed him. The fact that Chris had been giving me all the signals to show that wanted me in a similar way made it hard as fuck not to get down on my knees and beg for him to touch me. He was literally mine and we were so close but yet so far apart. I wanted to close that gap for sure, but I had my doubts that Chris truly wanted the same. For fucks sake, he was straight until just a couple of weeks ago! What if we try something out and he finds me...disgusting? What if I can't contain my desperation for him, what then? I'd look like nothing better than a slut.

I'm such a fucking pussy. I need to man up.

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"Hey, is Chris here? I'm sorry I'm late- I had a hard time finding the car at the airport," I told Angelo, throwing the keys to the car I had borrowed at him.

"No, I got your text so I told Chris that you'd come to him. I'm having someone over tonight anyway, so I figured this was the perfect time to get rid of you for a couple hours," Angelo smirked, flicking his hair to the side.

"Oh god, it's not her is it? That bitch you've been arguing with over the phone all tour?" I returned his smirk. Angelo stood from his seat and walked over to me, handing me back the keys.

"Scram wiener boy, big daddy's waiting for you," he laughed, slapping my back hard.

I gasped for air and dumped my rucksack on the floor before going back to the car.

"Don't come back too early!" Angelo shouted as I pulled out of our drive. I flipped my middle finger up at him and honked my car as I drove down the street. From the side mirror, I could see him laughing still.

---(oOo)---

I rang the door bell twice before it was opened by a young girl. I had a feeling it was his sister, but I wasn't entirely sure; she had grown so tall. What was it with this family?

"Rick!" she gasped. "It's been so long! How are you? Are you here to take Chris away from me again? Already?" she looked so worried that it was actually cute.

"No don't worry. We're just gonna hang out in the shed and get some riffs going. I'm doing really well thanks, yourself?"

We chatted for around ten minutes before she ran upstairs to get Chris. She popped her head round the banister, "He said you can come on up Rick," she smiled, then skipped away.

I scratched my head nervously. His room? And it seemed like the house was empty aside from Chris and his sister. We hadn't seen each other in a week, and the fears that had been flitting across my mind about whether a week apart had given Chris time to reconsider his feelings for me caught up with me. I was frozen to the spot.

A good minute passed before I slowly took my shoes off and reluctantly made my way upstairs. I knew which room was Chris' instantly, seeing as it had pictures of Morrisey and a 'Bleeding through' poster hung up on the door. Just as I placed my hand on the door handle I felt it turn and I pulled back in shock.

"Ricky! You scared the fuck out of me. What took you so long buddy?" Chris asked, breaking out into a wide smile that melted away all my worries like butter.

I looked up into his eyes and returned his smile. My hands moved on their own and tugged on the sleeve of his jumper. Arms instantly embraced me in response.

I then felt another body pressed against my back. A feminine one at that.

"You didn't hug me like this when you came home Chris! So what, you've not seen Rick for a week? You hadn't seen me for four months! Months!!" I heard her whine.

"Chris just loves me more," I laughed, turning my head and sticking my tongue out at her. "And stop calling me Rick! It's Ricky."

"Oh yeah? I know him better than you do Rick!" she scowled playfully.

"Children, children! There's enough Chris for everybody. Now leave us alone baby sis, or I won't read over your essay tonight."

"No! I need so much help with it. Okay I'm gone. Call me if you need anything guys," she said with a wave, and disappeared downstairs.

I looked back at Chris who didn't return the smile I was offering. "What is it?"

"I just feel kind of crappy for leaving her on her own with mum and dad. She has a brother, but he's never physically there for her," he sighed, backing into his room and gesturing for me to follow him.

I closed the door behind me. "But it's only normal with the huge age gap between you two. You could have an office job and still not see her very often," I reassured him, leaning my back against the wall tiredly.

"You tired Ricky?" Chris asked, moving closer to me and gently gripping my arms. If he had moved any closer I swear I would have jumped him.

"A little, but I can still work. I've already got a couple of ideas tracked on my computer anyway," I told him, looking up into his hazel eyes.

I was so mesmerised I completely forgot I had been starring too long. Fuck it, all I wanted to do was stare into them all evening, I didn't care if he thought I was insane.

"What is it?" He asked me, resting a hand next to my head on the door, supporting his body weight. "You're looking at me like you want to rape me."

Yep, now he was too close.

He gasped when I grabbed his head and pulled him to my lips. I moaned as I sucked the life out of him- or at least that was my initial plan. It ended up being me pulling away to gasp for breath. He remained composed and wiped his mouth sexily, flicking his tongue across his lips for good measure.

"Your tasting exquisite today Ricky. I've had enough of tasters though," he smirked so wickedly I almost pissed myself. I didn't really understand what he meant so I just stood there like an idiot, clutching his sleeve like a mystified child, and tried to catch my breath. His expression wasn't helping me much, rather it made me forget how to breath exactly.

"If you don't know what I'm saying, you'll understand soon enough," he snorted, grabbing my hand. He lead me to the middle of his room where a red rug was situated and plonked himself down, tugging me with him.

I landed in a weird position on Chris' thigh. I quickly rolled off, trying to straighten myself out, but was pulled back so my head was resting on his lap. Fingers made their way though my ruffled hair and started massaging my scalp. Warmth seeped into my chest once again, something that seemed to happen a lot when I was with Chris. I smiled to myself, seeing as though he couldn't see me.

Hours and hours passed by. We had chatted away about who we had caught up with over the past week and how weird going back to normal life was. I fell asleep at one point; the petting doing wonders at relaxing me. I woke up with my head still in his lap but this time I was facing him. I had a habit of moving around in my sleep. I kept my eyes shut for a while longer because Chris was singing something that sounded weirdly familiar. He wasn't really singing to be exact; it was more him talking in a low husky voice that had a slight melodic ring to it. Whatever it was it sent chills rattling down my spine. I didn't recognise the tune though.

"You said this was the last time, over and over again!" He whispered harshly.

I cracked one eye open when I heard him muttering to himself. What was he doing? I yawned loudly to let him know I was awake, and rolled on my back so that I was looking up at him. Him and his beautiful face. I watched him tuck a few strands of hair behind his ear cutely.

"What are you doing?" I asked sleepily, another yawn rippling out of my mouth.

He offered me a smile, "I'm just putting some ideas down. You feeling a bit better?"

I nodded and sat up, stretching a bit before moving to his side and resting my head on his shoulder.

"You wanna hear the awesome riffs I came up with?" he asked.

"Sure, you can hear some of mine too," I said. I crawled across the room to unzip my laptop from my computer bag. Chris already had his acoustic out and was strumming a beautiful tune.

"Is that ours?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow. He was playing the introduction to City Lights. The song I knew for a fact that he hated.

"Yeah, it's Banan....no wait, its City Lights," he said and continued playing it. "I'm thinking we should play this one live. I was listening to it a lot this week...I think it's got a really warm concert feel you know. I think since our fans like that song so much, maybe we should give it a chance," he sighed.

"Why the change of heart? I thought you hated that song?" I asked him. I was pretty sure he wrote this song about his ex-girlfriend. The shit that went on between them over the years made him resent everything romantic in general. He resented her so much he said he was going to write another puppets song just to continue raging against her.

He didn't respond. Instead he just tighted his jaw and ground his teeth a little.

"Anyway, if you say so. I think you'll sing it well. The fans can hold up lighters or something...you know? City lights and all."

"That's a great idea!" Chris clasped his hands together ridiculously.

"Or just mobile phone lights?" I suggested. " I mean, everyone's got one of those."

"Oh Ricky, I'm so in love with you! You're a genius," he said in a camp voice. I laughed hysterically when he grabbed me under the arms, crushing me to him and placing sloppy wet kisses all over my face.

I tickled his sides to get him to stop, but that ended up being a suicide wish. He wasn't the type to laugh when being tickled. Instead, he gave me the most disinterested look but the mischievous glint in his eye told me he was planning on retaliating. I scooted back instantly.

"Lets reconsider this for a second..." I said slowly, backing away from him has he crawled towards me silently with a serious look on his face. I bit my lip nervously.

He stopped dead in his tracks, then got up on his knees suddenly. I jolted right up and ran away from him. His room was pretty big, so I managed to avoid him for a couple of seconds. I laughed loudly as he chased me around the room. Having no other choice I jumped into his bed and under the covers, wrapping myself into a ball so the sheets would protect me.

The covers were easily pried off me and Chris lifted me right out of his bed with one arm. I didn't even get a chance to do a double take on his strength before I was thrown back on the bed and tickled mercilessly.

"Hahahaaa!!! Stop....please...hahhaa!!" I gasped, but he didn't stop. I kicked and bitched, but nothing seemed to work. He had trapped me down perfectly; his body caging me.

"Tell me you'll do anything," he laughed along with me and ceased his actions.

There was a brief pause as I did my best to breathe as much as possible.

"Ricky...?" he said leaning closer to me, our noses pressed against each others. "Say it," he repeated, his breath blowing across my lips. I shuddered.

"N....no!" I yelled, holding my ground. I regretted it instantly as the tickling returned at full force. I gasped out my defeat desperately, "Okay, okay I'll say it!"

"What?" he asked, rolling the bottom of my t-shirt up, exposing my stomach. He placed his hands on my sides, ready to tickle me again at any time. I couldn't take anymore.

"I'll...wait, what do you want me to do? Tell me first," I commanded him, not being able to help the silly smile on my face as he shook his head at me playfully.

"That's not we agreed. Say it or I'll murder you," he warned me, pressing our foreheads together.

Ah fuck it, whatever he wanted me to do it couldn't possibly be that bad. This was Chris we were talking about, not someone as cruel as Ryan.

I watched him carefully, putting off saying the words for as long as possible. When he moved his hands up my shirt I quickly shot out the words he wanted to hear.

"Say it again, I didn't hear you," he said seriously. I gulped at look of concentration on his face. What was it that he wanted out of this?

"I'll do anything," I said in a low voice, looking right at him. I held my breath with nervous anticipation.

"That was hot..." he told me, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. I blushed furiously, totally embarrassed.

Chris wasn't mean, but he sure as hell had a dirty mind. I started to regret my words.

"Urm...Chris...,"I mumbled as he lowered his gaze to my naval. I watched him move down and press his lips on my stomach. My heart started going bat shit crazy.

"I'm gonna eat you tonight, and you're gonna let me," he stated it so simply that it took a while for his words to register. I felt beads of cold sweat run down my back. Was I really that nervous? I clenched my fists to stop me giving myself away to him.

"O...okay," I stammered, balling my fists tighter as adrenaline rushed though me. I was nervous on the inside but I was already starting to get hard. When Chris got like this he never failed to make me this way. Quite frankly all it took was a bat of an eyelid.

He grabbed my hand in his, and moved hair out of my face with the other. I reached up and did the same, tucking his fringe behind his ear.

"On a serious note Ricky...," Chris trailed off, giving me a look that I understood.

"I'll do anything for you Chris. Please god, as long as you fuck me," I bit my lip, my own eyes widening at how I managed to blurt that out without thinking it through.

"And that, Ricky, I didn't even have to force you to say," he smirked at me, then dipped his head down to meet my waiting lips.

---(oOo)---

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