A Secret Love- Chris motionless and Ricky Horror slash

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The next day I turned up at Ricky's doorstep dressed in a grey wife-beater, black pants and had a duffle bag in hand. It didn't contain much clothes; I wouldn't be needing much of those.

I didn't need to ring the bell because I could already see him hovering closer to the front door. When he opened it, he literally pulled me into his house and slammed the door behind me. I was caged between his arms, his palms flat against the block of wood my back was pressed against.

I smiled down at him. It was easy to get excited when he was in this kind of mood. "Stop doing that, " he groaned, shaking his head as if to clear his mind.

"Stop doing what?" I asked in confusion.

"Stop smirking at me like that. It's too sexy..." he mumbled, pressing his face against my chest.

I lifted his chin up with one finger, curious to see his face. I was surprised to see him blushing. "What is it?" I asked, brushing back his dark strands with my free hand, lapping up his flustered expression.

"You...look really good today is all. And I've missed you," he told me. He bought a hand up to mine, barely touching it. A serene expression formed on his face and he closed his eyes.

I just watched him unabashedly. The long eyelashes spreading softly against his cheeks were hypnotising me. I couldn't look away when emerald jewels reappeared again to stare at me happily.

When he smiled, my heart reminded me that it was there by bashing firmly against my chest.
His eyes widened suddenly as if he just realised something. "Oh crap! I'm burning our nachos!" He pulled out of my arms and ran into the kitchen.

I dropped my bag at the bottom of the staircase, then unzipped my jacket and kicked off my creepers. Absolutely nothing was running through my mind as I padded into the kitchen with bare feet.

Ricky was sprinkling cheese onto a baking tray filled with nachos, humming a soft tune absently. When desire took its hold on me I didn't tend to think straight, so I had to command myself to keep my hands off him while he placed the food back in the oven; the last thing I wanted was to make him have an accident.

As soon as the oven door was shut I crept behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. He cursed loudly. "You scared me!" he laughed, putting his colder hands on top of mine.

I nuzzled my nose into his hair, breathing in the comforting scent of minty shampoo. "Mmmm, you smell so nice," I muttered, leaning down so my chin rested on one of his shoulders.

My mind drifted off to the times we had spent together last week. Now we had a house to ourselves for a whole week- no distractions and no reason to keep quiet. I kissed his cheek, and he returned the gesture with a quick peck to the lips.

"Chris...you're hard," he told me bluntly. That took me by surprise since I didn't even notice. The thing was poking his back.

"I'm sorry..." I said, backing away to give him some room.

"Don't be sorry," he frowned, looking down. When he looked up he seemed so vulnerable, and I
could tell that he wanted a cuddle. I opened my arms and sighed in content when his small frame filled them.

A clear counter surfaced into my line of vision. Grabbing under his arms, I nudged him to walk backwards and then lifted him to sit on it. Understanding my motive, he helped me by jumping up and then shifted around until he was balanced on the thin surface.

He wrapped his arms around my neck loosely and pulled me in closer. Even on the counter I still had to reach down to meet his lips, but it was much easier to kiss him this way.

I nibbled on his lower lip until he granted me entrance, then drove my tongue into his mouth as he tried to do the same. Our tongues fought for dominance, but at the same time danced with each other. It only felt like seconds before the cooker alarm went off.

He pulled back and pushed against my chest, trying to get me to back up. When I refused, he gave me one last kiss on the nose before trying again. In defeat I let him jump to the ground. My adorable friend hugged me for a couple of seconds before turning his back and switching off the oven. He pulled the tray of nachos out and held it up to me.

I opened my mouth, waiting for him to feed me one. After blowing on one for a few seconds, he did just that. I hummed in approval, munching on it as he took the rest out to cool by the sink.

"Mmmm, needs to cool down for a while though," I told him, walking closer so that our feet were touching. I sensed that he was avoiding my eyes, so I got in his way.

His hands slid up my shirt, hinting at me to remove the item. Something was off; I could smell self-conflict and determination on his end. For such an expressive and overly excited guy, he was unusually quiet.

When I didn't take off my t-shirt, he just redirected his attention to my pants. They were pooling around my ankles in seconds and before I knew it so were my boxers.

"Woah there cowboy, slow down!" I laughed, knowing where this was going when I was pushed down into chair. I kicked my trousers to the side while he tossed off his shirt.

"Alright..." he muttered, before kneeling in between my legs. He pushed up my shirt slightly to place butterfly kisses on my stomach.

I looked down at my aching member, relieved that it was no longer restricted in my pants. All I got, in terms of friction, was strands of Ricky's hair brushing against it occasionally. Since he was ignoring it, I reached down to stroke it myself.

"Hands off!" Ricky warned, batting my hand away. I bit the inside of my cheek as I obliged him.

Instead I watched patiently as he kissed down my waist. When he reached my thigh he rubbed his cheek against it lovingly, sparing me a small glance. I could see nervousness threaten to take over him when he saw my observant expression, but he looked away and carried on
kissing my upper legs.

He finally took my cock into both of his hands, gripping it as it stood to attention. He just watched it blankly for a while.

I anticipated what he was going to next. He caught me off guard when he began to rub his cheeks against it in a similar fashion as before. My imagination took over as it envisioned him as some kind of innocent angel nuzzling against their favourite teddy bear. So inappropriate and so twisted.

He looked at me with his big green eyes again. I squeezed the bottom of the chair seat as I tried to resist the urge to lug him over my shoulders and drop him face down on the table so I could play with his cute bouncy ass. Yes, it fucking bounced- that was probably why I was so obsessed with it.

"You're a dirty boy Richard," I snickered, licking my lips as he blushed a shade darker.

"You make me wanna be dirty," he slurred sexily, grabbing my cock tighter and pulling on it. I gritted my teeth, bearing the pulses of sensation the action left behind.

"I need your mouth baby..." I sighed a bit shakily, gently raking my fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp. "I need that pretty mouth."

"Say please," he said lowly, looking me up and down for the hundredth time that day.

"And if I don't?" I teased, putting up a good struggle before bitching out. The reasoning for such immaturity was that this authoritative side of him was turning me on a bit too much.

"I'll just leave you here with your hands," he frowned, leaning away and propping himself back on his hands. My dick fell back against my thighs; neglected.

"Don't you want me?" I asked, pretending to be insulted. He was hard too, so it had to go both ways.

He bit his lip, looking up at me passively. Those 'fuck me' eyes were really doing a number on me.

Feeling too hot, I slid my grey t-shirt over my head. After chucking it to the ground, I combed my slightly knotted hair out of my face and turned my attention to a flushed Rick.

"I didn't think you could get any redder," I chuckled, flattered by his staring. He quickly turned away, looking to the side.

"I don't mind you know," I mumbled, reaching out towards him. He looked at my outstretched hand and took it timidly.

I stroked the top of his hand with my thumb, before bringing it up to my mouth and kissing the middle of his palm.

"You can stare all you want, I have nothing to hide from you," I told him sincerely. I wanted nothing more than to boost his confidence so he understood that he could relax in front of me, of all people. "Besides, it wouldn't be fair if it was just me ogling at you," I laughed.

"I guess so..." he smiled as I ruffled his hair. He brushed it back neatly. "If I had it my way I'd stare at you twenty-four seven," he said, scooting closer so that he was kneeling in between my legs again.

Now it was my turn to blush, but only because I didn't take complements well.

I looked off to the side, suddenly embarrassed as Ricky just passively watched me while I felt his breath blowing gently against my cock. I was aching with need and had a fuzzy feeling erupting from the pit of my stomach. I didn't have a choice but to beg before I went insane.

"Pretty please can I have a blowjob?" I asked, looking down and battering my eyelashes.

"Of course you can," Ricky smiled sweetly. The bastard.

He pulled the tip of my length into his mouth, kneading the head by rolling it between his lips and sucking hard. He knew I liked that.

I leaned back on my chair, sitting lower so that Ricky could reach more of me without having to get up on his knees. I stretched one leg out but kept the knee that he was using for support bent.
When his warm mouth took more of me in I sighed, closing my eyes in bliss. Ricky really gave the best head. He knew exactly what felt good; no girl had ever come close to him.

“Ah, mmmmmm..." I heard myself moaning. I was getting drunk on the beautiful feast for my eyes that was Ricky's mouth bobbing up and down my cock. His large eyes were fixated on my face, and I noticed this since I was doing the same. I grabbed a handful of his hair and moved him a little, nudging him to take some more.

And just like that he took as much of me in as he could, and I could tell from his expression that I was almost touching the back of his throat. But fuck it felt glorious. So hot and wet.

When his tongue began to wriggle around and stroke the underside I started muttering thoughtless phrases of encouragement. "Ah, don't stop baby, " I moaned, loosening my grip on the man's hair when he looked up at me with those huge eyes.

There were many times when we couldn't look away from each other, and this was definitely one of them. Even if I wanted too, all my senses forced me to sit back and watch the sensual way Ricky was enjoying my dick. What was hauntingly sexy about it was that he sincerely seemed to enjoy doing it. He kept forcing me in further, gagging himself constantly but always recovering and trying again. Fuck, it was so slutty.

He released me with a gasp, and spat a generous amount of saliva on my cock. He didn't even clean the dribble down his chin, he just cut right back to the chase. He really wasn't messing around today. I didn't even care that his actions were causing me to moan like a virgin- completely flustered and flabbergasted.

I couldn't shut my mouth to stop it from mimicking the shapes Ricky's own was making around my length. On top of all that emotional trauma, his beady eyes were sucking out my soul.

His actions grew more and more frantic, and he started touching himself through his pants. He parted from me again, catching his breathe. "Do you like this? Huh?" he asked, his voice guttural and bittersweet. I groaned.

"Fuck no!" I cried jokingly, followed by a string of moans even though his mouth wasn't on me anymore. I could still feel it though and I licked my lips, narrowing my eyes down on him with obvious need clouding my vision. My eyes became fixated on his mouth. "Please baby," I begged again.

He took my length in both hands and started jerking me off. I searched for anything within my range of reach that could be used as a lubricant. Right behind my head was some olive oil sitting on the kitchen table. After swiping it, I opened the lid carefully and dropped a small amount into the palm of my hand. I replaced Ricky's hands with my own, oiling up my weeping length.

He saw what I was doing and took that as a chance to strip the rest of his clothes off. Now fully naked, I could see that his own cock was standing proudly.

It seemed that he was just as much in rush as I was. He stuck his hand out impatiently, gesturing to bottle of oil. Being completely out of it, I poured too generous an amount into his palms by accident. Before it could spill to the floor he slapped the stuff onto his rear, catching it before it made a mess.

I watched, continuing to stroke my cock as he closed his eyes slowly and moaned quietly. With him still facing me, I couldn't see what was going on behind his back. Like the horny animal I was, I spun him around- urging him to continue while I watched. Ricky, being Ricky, of course stopped and let his hands fall to his sides.

I smiled at his adorableness, asking him quietly to come and sit on my lap. He looked at me hesitantly at first, but then hovered over me and tried to straddle my waist.

Just before he sat on my cock I pulled him to the side, grabbing his hips and spinning him around so that he stood in front of me with his back turned.

"Hands on the floor," I instructed. He hesitated again, but complied regardless.

I pulled his legs back so that he was straddling me in the way that I intended, and pulled him into into a wheelbarrow position with his rear in my face.

"I need to prepare you first silly..." I laughed, relishing in his instant response to my teasing. I smoothed my hands over his tense mounds, spreading the oil over his cheeks, and then grabbing the bottle I poured more directly into his ass crack.

He gasped, but began mewling when I massaged his entrance with my thumb.

"Ah, shit Chris..." he continued to gasp. I didn't wait for him to ask me because I knew he preferred me to use my mouth rather than my fingers.

I could taste olive oil on the tip of my tongue as I circled the delicate flesh around his opening. I reveled in the way his pretty pink asshole would clench and relax every time I wriggled my tongue inside.

He was cursing foully as per usual. The sounds, however, were drowned out by more erotic thoughts. Thoughts about watching his glistening ass grind against a dildo while I watched. Fuck, I almost forgot about that dildo.

I smirked wickedly, slapping his ass so hard that he almost lost balance. "Ow!" he cried. I drew my hands across his firm bouncy flesh again, even harder than the first time. He must have bruised easily because I could already see a pink tint threaten to grow more red if I hit it a few more times. I resisted though, giving Ricky the chance to scramble off me.

"Ow! You jerk! That hurt...," he pouted at me. Did this guy know how incredibly cute he was?

"Take your ass upstairs. When I count to ten, I want to find you face down on your bed," I instructed him, standing up for more effect.

He always liked to test my patience, it was cute really. I leaned down to grope his ass hard, almost lifting him off the ground. He jumped up and wrapped his slender legs around my waist. I smirked, kissing his nose.

"One....two..." I started, none of the humor I was truly taking from this evident on my face at all. I glared at him fiercely, but he just nuzzled his face into my neck, wrapping his arms around my neck as if it would bring him some form of protection.

"Three..."

"What are you gonna do to me?" he asked breathlessly, right into my ear.

I shuddered. "I'm gonna see what I couldn't see last night...six...seven...-"

"Nuh uhhh wait! I chucked it away! I don't need it anymore...I have you," he stuttered quickly, jumping right off me. He never let me stare at certain places for too long, but that only made me want to look more.

"Nice try Olson," I sighed, looking up to the ceiling for a couple of seconds, running my hands through my hair. I'd given him enough chances. "Nine and a half," I persisted, my head snapping down to see his paled expression. His eyes widened and he turned around and bolted up the stairs. Knowing him, he was gonna try and hide the damn thing.

I followed right after him, not giving him the chance. My hands clutched his hips and he was forced to slow down to my pace.

Before he reached the top of the stairs I brushed my lips against the creamy skin of his behind. He paused, so I did the same thing again on his other cheek.

"Your ass belongs to me Richard," I said when he turned around. I smiled up at him gently when I saw his inner struggle to keep himself from grinning. Instead, his arms just hung down at his sides and he seemed to not know what to do with himself.

I walked up another step so that we were eye level, and tucked some of his long fringe behind his ears.

"You belong to me. No one else. Understand?" I asked, holding my ground when I saw his lips quiver. He was so vulnerable, so delicate. I smiled sadly when his small hands stroked my jaw.
He traced my lips with his fingers and I closed my eyes, leaning forwards. When his lips met mine sparks flew. There was something in his kiss that told me that Angelo really wasn't just being overprotective.

I was holding his heart in my hands.

Selfish or not, I honestly didn't want it to be anywhere else.

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Notes

Authors note:

Just one more chapter of Chris, and then I'll go back to Ricky. It's so hard writing in Chris' point of view -____- I just...HE'S TOO MYs(ex)TERIOUS I can't even tell if I've kept him in character :'(
I love that man so much you don't even...-__________________________-