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Chris was tired, sore, and his knees were bruised - and not even for a fun sexy reason.The first night after Indiana was rough. He'd managed to finally get comfortable in his bunk (which was undoubtedly an OSHA nightmare) when Balz hit a pothole in Dayton so hard his stomach dropped out of his ass, the van lurched terrifyingly, and his knees hit the back of Angelo's seat so hard he swore he heard something crack. Two of Balz's empty Red Bull cans and one that was completely full had fallen in the process, hitting Angelo in the head and stomach, and Ricky had gotten fucking launched in the air and hit his head on the wooden supports of his bunk hard enough to cut it open. Even Ryan got jolted awake as Balz let out a string of expletives and pulled over to check the damage. Somehow, TJ had barely noticed and was still sleeping soundly as the rest of them piled out to assess the damage and patch Ricky up. It wasn't minimal, but they all agreed out of exhaustion and frustration that it was fine enough to keep going. Chris winced as he folded himself back into the fetal position to finish the rest of the night's drive.The off day they had barely provided any reprieve from the stress, as they all awoke in a rest stop parking lot to realize the damage was not nearly as minimal as they thought. Ryan pulled the van into a mechanic in a shitty little suburb in fucking Ohio, and all six guys spent two solid hours in a crappy corporate waiting room before Chris couldn't take it anymore.“I'm going fucking insane here. I saw a gas station on the corner. Anyone wanna come with me?”Ricky immediately perked up, rising from a seated position that could only be described as a physical question mark. The rest of the guys exchanged glances, and Balz and Angelo stood up as TJ and Ryan shrugged.“Yeah, fuck it. What's worse than sitting here all goddamn day?” Angelo ran a hand through greasy hair and sighed.“Sitting here all goddamn day without coffee, that's for fucking certain.” Ricky had drifted over to Chris's side and looked up at him.“Shall we?”Chris smiled down at him, then motioned for Balz and Angelo to follow. The bells above the door jingled as they made their way down the street, a short walk made incredibly uncomfortable by the humidity and rising heat. Chris silently thanked his past self for ripping holes in his jeans with his pocket knife in a fit of desperation last summer. They were already sticking to his thighs and riding up his ass in a very unpleasant way, but at least he had a little bit of ventilation.His knees had turned an ugly shade of green, red, and purple overnight, and one had gotten scratched and bore an angry red scab that pulled his skin uncomfortably taut with each step. He looked down at Ricky, who had his beanie pulled down lower than usual over his forehead to hide the patch of gauze they had quickly taped over his cut. He was absentmindedly biting his lip ring, taking in the sights of the sad chain restaurants and the neglected exterior of the strip mall across the street, and gently swaying his arms as he walked. He was wearing the hoodie he'd stolen from Chris again, and at this point he could keep it for all Chris cared, especially since he looked so small and adorable in it. Ricky looked up, meeting his gaze, and smiled slightly before looking back down at the sidewalk.Without thinking, Chris reached down and took Ricky's hand in his, lacing their fingers together and squeezing softly. Ricky looked up at him again and smiled wider as Chris returned the expression, and the two of them followed closely behind Balz and Angelo.As the four of them crossed the street, Chris heard the shout before he saw the bottle being flung at his head. A man in a car waiting at the light had rolled down his window and leaned his entire upper body out for a better shot.“Fuckin’ fags!”A plastic water bottle whizzed by Chris's ear as he ducked, his hand ripping away from Ricky's grasp in an instinctive defensive position to protect his face. The four of them kept walking through the crosswalk as Balz shouted something Chris didn't process and Angelo and Ricky both raised their middle fingers in unison. Chris herded Ricky and Angelo onto the sidewalk as the light changed and the car sped off, Balz still shouting what was now clearly insults about the man's mother at the retreating shape of the vehicle. They all paused for a moment and looked at each other in varying states of indignation and frustration.“Is everyone good?” Angelo sighed deeply, putting one hand on his forehead and the other on Ricky's shoulder.“Yeah, he missed by a mile. I'm an easy target to hit too, he's got shit aim.” Chris chuckled, trying to dispel the last of his instinctive fear and project calmness to his bandmates. It didn't seem to be working, and Balz narrowed his eyes at him.“And if he hadn't?”Chris sighed in response and rolled his eyes.“Then I suppose I'd have another new bruise to show for this fucking state. Come on, it's hot as balls out here and I'm sweating my fuckin’ skin off.”“Aw, you think I'm hot?” Balz made a kissing face at Chris, which was met with a smirk and a light smack to the back of his head as the four of them entered the gas station.The clerk barely looked up from counting her cash drawer as the little overhead bells signaled their entrance. Ricky and Angelo made a beeline for the coffee machine, and Balz immediately scooped up three Red Bulls from a standalone cooler near the entrance. Chris headed to the fridges and grabbed a few sports drinks and water bottles, then turned down an aisle in search of bandages. A man entered the same aisle and stood at the other end, seeming to carefully consider his options for car air fresheners. Chris turned his attention to the product shelves, glancing around the boner pills and cold sore treatments to find what he was looking for.Ricky appeared next to him, holding a giant cup of iced coffee in one hand. Chris grinned at him and held up two boxes of bandages.“Would you consider yourself more of a monster truck guy or a pretty princess?”Ricky scoffed. “Do I look like a monster truck guy to you?”Chris was vaguely aware of movement in the corner of his eye, but smiled wider at Ricky. “Of course not. You're the prettiest princess. Like Snow White or something.”“Pfft. I always preferred Sleeping Beauty.”A gruff voice cut in. “Figured you two would like fairies.”Chris and Ricky turned to see the man had moved closer to them, holding two air fresheners and glaring at them from underneath his baseball cap. He was older, wearing an unbuttoned flannel and faded blue jeans, and he pointed at Chris as he continued. Chris's stomach dropped instinctively, but he forced his face to remain neutral in spite of the man's goading. Ricky stepped closer to Chris and slightly behind him, trying to make himself as small as possible.“Take your fuckin’ twinkerbell and get the hell out of here. Goth freaks.” He shuffled away before the two of them could fully react, muttering under his breath. “Fuckin’ fruit by the foot. Tall ass. What the fuck.”Chris turned to Ricky in bewilderment, whose nonchalant shrug did nothing to disguise the uneasy look on his face. “At least he was creative? I guess I've heard worse.”Chris tried smiling, but it came out as more of a lip spasm. “True. Haven't heard ‘fruit by the foot’ before. I'd honestly be impressed if I wasn't the target.”Ricky laughed. “Yeah, well, you heard the man. Let's get the hell out of here already. TJ and Ryan are probably getting the same shit from the mechanics.”Chris nodded and joined Balz and Angelo in line, still a little shaken by the man's taunting. Angelo turned to them and sighed.“Did you also get called ‘a shitty sissy Marilyn Manson clone’ by that guy?”Ricky's eyebrows shot up in amusement and shock, and Chris chuckled. “Not quite, but close enough. I'll hand it to him, dude's creative.”The four of them paid without incident and made the short walk back to the mechanic's. TJ groaned in relief when Chris tossed him a water bottle, chugging half of it before sighing and telling the rest of them that the repairs would set them back $400 but that they could leave as soon as Ryan got the keys back.Chris winced at the cost, but dug around for his credit card and handed it to the clerk. They'd just have to hawk the remaining shirts they had extra hard, and maybe he'd pick up a few shifts at a warehouse to earn some extra money before Warped. If Ricky was serious about staying with him for the month, he'd maybe be able to do a few jobs with him and make the process more bearable.Chris's heart fluttered. The thought of having Ricky all to himself for a month was enough to clear the remaining frustration from the day's events from his mind, and the band piled into the van to continue their trip to North Carolina.-Several hours, two detours, and a completely filled communal piss bottle later, the van pulled into the parking lot of the roadside motel they were staying in for the night. Angelo was the first to exit and made a break for the front office, leaving the rest of them to start gathering their clothes and disposing of Balz's numerous cans. Once they had all gotten their keys and found their assigned rooms, Ricky pulled Chris aside before the two of them entered the room they were sharing with a serious look on his face.“Hey…about earlier. Are you okay?”Chris sighed and shrugged. “Like I said, I've heard worse. At least this time I didn't end up fighting someone about it.”Ricky's eyebrows rose. “You've fought someone before?”Chris was surprised at Ricky's disbelief. “Uh, yeah. Look, I know I'm not supposed to resort to violence or whatever the fuck, but I've been in a few scrapes here or there. I'd also like to remind you that I WWE-smackdown slammed you into the ground a few weeks ago, so yes, I have fought and can fight.”At that, Ricky rolled his eyes and grinned. “Well, I seem to recall that I bodied your ass right after, so don't count me out.”Chris smacked him on the ass with a grin and unlocked the door, flopping down onto the hard motel bed and sighing. Ricky dropped their bags onto the floor and followed suit, landing next to Chris with a grunt from the impact. Chris looked over at him, then pulled him into his arms and rubbed his back soothingly.“Even if people are shitty to us, that's never gonna change how I feel about you. I spent way too long pining after you to hide how I feel now, okay?” Chris felt Ricky nod against his chest, and the two of them slowly drifted off to sleep listening to each other's breathing and the rattling hum of the air conditioning.-They were awoken by a harsh knocking at the door.“Come on, guys! Dinnertime!” TJ's voice was muffled but unmistakable behind the motel room door.Chris groaned as Ricky rolled over to get up and accidentally kneed him in the balls. Casting a glance at the time, he realized it was well into the evening. He slowly rose and shuffled to unlock the door as Ricky dug through a bag to find his wallet.“Alright, alright.” Chris's voice was raspy with the residue of sleep. The two of them joined the rest of the band in the van, and Chris readied himself for more unwanted social interaction as they pulled into a Waffle House parking space.The six of them shuffled out and into the restaurant, where a waitress immediately gave them a judgemental glance but seated them without issue at a booth near the door. As they piled into the seats, Ryan sighed.“I know it's kind of our whole thing, but I'm getting tired of being treated like we're devil worshippers or drug addicts or some shit whenever we're anywhere but a big city.”TJ nodded in agreement, but offered a rebuttal. “Hey, you gotta walk the walk to talk the talk. Besides, how is this any different than how we grew up?”Balz shrugged. “I don't know about you guys, but I love being completely unemployable and extremely off-putting.”Ryan chuckled. “You're not off-putting because of how you look.” He received an enthusiastic middle finger in return.“My point exactly.”Another waitress came around to take their orders, and Ricky surreptitiously pocketed a few creamers for his bunk stash. Chris put an arm on the top of the booth behind him, and he shifted over a bit to lean into the gesture, still careful to avoid too much obvious contact. Chris felt an elbow connect with his ribs on his other side, and turned to see Angelo motioning subtly with his head.“See those guys?” Chris followed Angelo's gesture to a table on the other side of the restaurant. Five men in varying types of age, physical fitness, and work attire sat with their plates. As he looked at them, one of them caught his gaze with a glare, and Chris quickly looked back at Angelo.“Yeah?”“I don't love the way they're looking at us.” Chris nodded in agreement.“Me either. Try not to look at them, though. I don't feel like getting into trouble tonight.”He felt Ricky shift uneasily away from him, and he put his arm down by his side with a sigh. Thankfully, their food arrived, and the conversation quickly turned to clowning on Ryan for putting ketchup on eggs. Chris glanced over at the table of men every now and then, but was able to focus mostly on the food and his band despite the nervous energy beginning to build in the back of his mind. Ricky seemed to pick up on his anxiety, and laid a tentative hand on Chris's knee under the table. He gave a soft smile, trying to reassure him, but it quickly dropped as Chris, Ricky, and Angelo all watched the five men rise as a group and get closer to their table.Chris hoped desperately that nothing would happen - that the men were just angry looking and not actually a threat, that they would leave without incident and he could go back to the room with Ricky and cuddle the day's stress away.He was not so lucky.“Well, look what we have here.”The group of men had stopped at their table, and the five seated band members all looked at the one who had spoken with varying degrees of frustration and confusion on their faces. Ryan had briefly ducked out to use the bathroom, and Chris really hoped he wouldn't take much longer to get back.The man who had spoken up was slightly older than them and decently muscular, with straw-colored hair and a beard to match. Two younger guys stood behind him in hi-vis jackets, and an older guy with greying hair and a beer gut flanked him. Rounding out the group stood a flannel-wearing guy with a lip packed with dip, sneering through his pit viper sunglasses. None of them looked friendly. All of them looked pissed.The man continued. “Seems our town is attracting the wrong type of folks.” The rest of his group nodded along.“Buncha no-good low-lifes who look like shitty coloring books.”One of the younger guys piped up behind him.“And faggots to boot.”Chris's stomach turned. Angelo's face darkened, and he stood up out of the booth to get closer to the guy who had just spoken. Ricky made a noise of protest in the back of his throat, and Balz visibly tensed up in his seat. The oldest man spit in the direction of their table, and TJ made a face as it landed in his half-eaten plate of hash browns.“Say that again?”Angelo's fists clenched, and Chris felt a shard of anxiety pierce its way through his brain as he started to let the nervous energy flow into his muscles.“I said, you're faggots to boot.”The man didn't back down, and the one who had started the conversation chuckled derisively. Chris inched closer to the edge of the booth, the tension visible in his clenched jaw. Balz caught his eye and did the same, while TJ pulled his legs up and underneath him into a semi-squatting position. Ricky's eyes were wide with fear, and he was the only one to shrink back into the booth, bringing his knees up to his chest and gripping the table tightly with one hand.The assumed leader seemed to pick up on his fear. “Especially that little one in the corner. Bet he's your little pass-around whore.” He grinned.Chris nearly blacked out right then and there with how quickly the rage overtook his fear, and without thinking, pulled a fist back and connected it with the man's face. He had originally been aiming for his shitty mouth, but swung a bit too high and connected with his nose, a sickening crack echoing through the otherwise quiet restaurant.Everything happened in an instant. As soon as they saw the first signs of movement, the two hi-vis wearing guys lunged at Angelo, who ducked out of the grasp of one but caught a left hook to his temple before shoving the one who had called them a slur as hard as he could. The man crashed into the barstools behind him, and a line cook expertly dodged a stray salt shaker that flew at her on impact. Balz had taken the opportunity to try and kick the older guy's dick, but the man dodged and pulled him out of the booth by the shirt collar and wrenched his arm back to try and slap him. TJ had somehow climbed up out of the booth from where he was up against the window to the one behind them, and he scrambled out in order to land a hit to the back of the flannel-wearing man's head with a well-aimed punch.Chris pulled his hand back for another hit, but the man grabbed his shirt collar and slammed his forehead into Chris's face, and he was short enough that the impact connected with Chris's mouth and chin. He cursed as he felt his piercings shift painfully inside his skin, and he felt the metal of one of his labrets cut his lower gums that began to bleed. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Ryan emerge casually from the bathroom with a look of shock on his face. The shock quickly turned to anger, and he leapt into the fray, catching the older man's hand before it could make contact with Balz and aiming a fist at the man's face, hitting his cheek. Balz took the opportunity to land a proper kick to the man's balls, and he doubled over in pain as Balz wound up for another kick.Angelo was full-on grappling with the remaining hi-vis man, and TJ had somehow managed to end up with the flannel-wearing man's pit vipers on his head as he bobbed and weaved around the man's efforts to land a solid hit. Ryan had turned his attention to the hi-vis wearing guy that got shoved, and was about to land a hit before the other man aimed a quick hand at his diaphragm, knocking the wind out of him and sending him stumbling backwards, a hand gripping his lower chest.Chris kneed the leader in his stomach and felt a sick satisfaction hearing the groan of pain that resulted from it before landing another punch to the side of the man's head. The other man was not down for the count yet, though, and as he aimed a blow that came down on Chris’s shoulder, his other hand raked across Chris's face and left a scratch that ran from his cheekbone to the corner of his mouth and immediately started bleeding.Enraged, he brought his knee up again, connecting even harder with the man's stomach and causing him to retch and drop to the ground. Chris didn't stop, though, and the other man cowered and tried to cover his head as Chris landed another punch squarely to his back. He pulled his arm back for another one before he felt someone grab his clenched fist with two hands. Whirling around with frenetic energy, it felt like all the wind got knocked out of him as he met Ricky's terrified eyes.“Don't. Please.”Ricky's voice was thin and shaky, and he looked like he was about to cry. Chris stared at him, breathing heavily, and looked back to see that the leader had gotten to his feet. His stomach dropped again, and he was about to wrench his hand free of Ricky's grasp until the other man shouted.“Stop! Fuck! Boys, let's go!” He limped to the door, a bloody hand leaving a smear on the glass as he pushed it open.The older man had also gotten to his feet at this point, and he made a guttural noise of relief as he hobbled over towards the door to follow his friend. The hi-vis jacket boys followed, breaking free of their engagements and bolting out the door. Only the flannel-wearing one lingered, still making an effort to snatch his sunglasses back, but looked over his shoulder to see that his group had left and hurried out the door without a second thought.Balz raised both middle fingers at their retreating figures, and Ryan and Angelo called out half-hearted insults in between heavy breaths. Chris looked back at Ricky, who had actually begun to shed a few tears, and sighed heavily to expel the rest of his violent energy before pulling him into a tight hug. He felt Ricky let out a single sob against his chest, his thin arms wrapping tightly around Chris's frame, and then swallow the rest of his tears and sniffle before letting go so Chris could sit back down.As they all settled back into their seats, the waitress came over and tossed their bill onto the table. Balz picked it up and breathed out a faint laugh.“They charged us a ‘fighting’ fee. Go figure.”TJ snorted. “Do you think they accept stolen douche goggles as payment?” He set the sunglasses on top of his head and winked at Ryan, and the table lapsed into quiet giggles, the tension rapidly dissolving as the six of them began to ground themselves.Ricky set a hand on Chris's shoulder and gently turned him to face him. There was still blood dripping from Chris's mouth, and the cut on his cheek was softly weeping as well. Chris smiled at Ricky, baring his teeth to reveal that they had become stained red with blood.Suddenly, Ricky leaned forward with a jolt and kissed him, his hand reaching up to cup his face. Chris responded by pulling Ricky closer to him by the waist, one hand gripping his body tightly and the other steadying their combined weight in the booth.Ricky could taste Chris's blood - it was unpleasantly metallic, but he didn't care, and he opened his mouth slightly so more of it could flow between them. It dripped out of their mouths obscenely, and Ricky's thumb smeared part of the blood that had been collecting on Chris's cheek further into his hairline. Chris made a guttural noise in the back of his throat and gripped Ricky's waist so hard it would surely leave bruises, his nails digging in and threatening to break the skin even through the fabric of his shirt.Ryan, Angelo, and TJ's mouths all fell open at the exact same time. Balz just rolled his eyes and smirked, watching with amusement as the two of them kissed each other with way too much desperation and passion for a fucking Waffle House.Ricky broke away, panting slightly, his mouth now red with Chris's blood. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment, not letting go of their grasp on the other, before Ryan cleared his throat and they were shaken from their trance.“Uh, guys, I don't think any of us care if you fuck, but can we not watch you do that in a Waffle House while we're listening to fucking Creed?”Sure enough, the faint melody of “Higher” was playing from the TouchTones a few feet behind them, and the absurdity of the situation allowed Chris to release his grip on Ricky with a breathless laugh.“Right. Sorry. Can we go now?”The six men stood and gathered their things, TJ tossing a $50 bill and the pit vipers onto the table and Ricky pocketing a few more creamers before leaving. They drove back to the motel in relative silence, and Balz winked at Chris before he retreated to his shared room with Ryan.Chris could barely think straight, and his hands shook as he unlocked the door to his room. Ricky followed close behind, and as soon as they locked the door behind them, pulled Chris into another kiss.It was frenetic and desperate, and Chris inhaled sharply in pain as Ricky's tongue brushed against the cut on his gums that had mostly stopped bleeding at that point. He didn't break away, though, and his hands moved lower from where they were gripping Ricky's waist until he was pushing their hips together roughly. His dick twitched, quickly straining more and more against the fabric of his boxers and stupid tight jeans.With a gasp, Ricky broke away. His beautiful blue eyes were wide, his pupils blown out with lust, and his lips were parted as he panted softly. There was still dried blood smeared around his mouth, and the cut on Chris's cheek had transferred a bit of fresh blood onto Ricky's face.He looked gorgeous. Chris was fucked. Without thinking, he tangled a hand in Ricky's hair and pulled his head back so he could lick a wet stripe up his face, tasting his own blood and the salt and sweat on Ricky's skin. He felt the other man shudder underneath him and acquiesce to his control, allowing Chris to guide his head back further and bite at his throat.He could feel the vibration of Ricky's moan in his lips as he tried his best to leave a few possessive marks on his pale skin. Before they could continue, though, Ricky gave his shoulder a gentle push and Chris released his grip on his hair before meeting his gaze.“Hey. I want to thank you.” His words came out breathlessly, his gaze darting between Chris's eyes and his mouth.“Thank me for what? For beating the shit out of those homophobes?”“Yeah. Obviously.” Ricky smiled. “But also…for stopping. When I asked you to.”Chris looked at him with confusion.“Why? I should be thanking you for doing that. I don't think I would have been able to stop myself. Especially not after what he said about you.” His tone darkened with his last sentence, his eyes growing intense as he looked at the other man. Ricky nodded in understanding.“I know. I'm just sorry I wasn't that much of a help. I just…I don't think I'd have been able to do anything. And I was terrified.”Chris sighed and put both hands on Ricky's shoulders, squeezing gently.“Don't apologize. I will always protect you. And I never want to put you in a situation where you feel unsafe or threatened like that ever again.”Ricky's eyes shone with tears again, but not from fear or sadness. He nodded again, and Chris was acutely aware of how beautiful and tragic he looked in the soft motel light. He couldn't stop his next words from tumbling out of his mouth.“Besides, you're only allowed to be a whore for me. Not any of the others. Certainly no one else beyond that.” He leaned in closer.“You're mine.”Ricky's mouth fell slightly open, his eyes even wider and some indescribable emotion swirling behind them. He took a shaky breath in.“I'm yours.”Chris brought their mouths together again roughly, grabbing Ricky's hips and grinding them against his as Ricky's arms squeezed tightly against his back. He felt both of their dicks twitch in their pants, and Ricky gasped into his mouth, pulling away.“Please, I-”Chris raised an eyebrow. “Please, what?”“Please, sir, I want- I want to thank you. Properly.”Chris barely heard the rest of his sentence after the unexpected title, but managed to keep a relatively straight face. He nodded sharply.“Then show me how grateful you really are.”Ricky dropped to his knees with a loud thud and began frantically trying to undo Chris's belt. Once it was off, Ricky pushed the waistband of his pants and boxers down just enough to expose Chris's cock. It sprang out from the fabric, tip already glistening in the soft light, and Ricky's eyes widened further.“Shit.”The word came out breathlessly as he continued staring, and Chris smirked. Grabbing the base, he hit Ricky's cheek with his dick, then aligned the tip with the other man's mouth.“Ready, baby?”Ricky nodded slightly, then opened his mouth more and pushed forward, getting about half of Chris's dick into his mouth before looking up to meet his gaze. His eyes were watering again with the effort of slowly pushing Chris further into his mouth, and a few tears escaped as he blinked and furrowed his brow in concentration.Chris had to stop himself from thrusting all the way in at the sight, and instead placed a gentle yet firm hand on the back of Ricky's head, guiding himself further into his throat. He didn't stop until the tip of Ricky's nose touched the skin right above his dick, and held him there for a few seconds before slowly pulling him further away but not completely off.“Fuck. It's like you were made to take my cock.”Ricky's lips twitched upwards in as much of a smile as he could form around Chris's dick, and began a languid but steady rhythm of sucking. Chris kept his hand on the back of his head, slowly but surely increasing the rate at which he slid his dick down the other man's throat.Ricky moaned around his cock, and the vibrations in his throat sent a pleasurable chill up Chris's spine. His grip on Ricky's hair tightened, and his guiding thrusts were getting faster and more sporadic. Ricky didn't struggle against him, and the only sound he could make was infrequent gagging when Chris's dick hit the back of his throat. The sight of Ricky choking on his dick was enough to send Chris straight to the edge of orgasm, and he barely managed to cough out a warning.“Fuck- Rick, I-”He thrust his hips forward involuntarily and felt the tip of his dick hit soft flesh one last time before his cum shot down Ricky's throat and he felt him try to swallow. He let go of Ricky's head and gently pulled his dick out of his mouth, staring in adoration and awe as Ricky gasped, his tongue sticking out as he tried to ground himself. Chris kneeled so they were at the same level and cupped Ricky's face with a gentle hand, wincing as he settled onto his bruises.“You were so good for me. Thank you, baby.”Ricky was still slightly dazed, but smiled brightly at the praise. His words sounded ragged coming out of his fucked throat.“No, thank you.”Chris smiled and kissed his cheek, then frowned, realizing he had totally forgotten something.“Don't you need anything from me?”He moved to place his hand over the crotch of Ricky's jeans and was surprised to find a large wet spot had already soaked through the fabric. Ricky smiled sheepishly.“I, uh…might have already gotten off. When you started to fuck my face.”Chris felt the heat start to creep up his body again at Ricky's admission, and he grinned devilishly.“God, you're such a desperate slut for me, aren't you?”Ricky beamed like Chris hadn't just degraded him to his face and nodded.“Yes, sir.”Chris was fucked.He stood on shaky legs, then offered a hand to Ricky, who took it and pulled him into a hug.“I'm yours.” He buried his face into Chris's chest, wrapping his arms tightly around his neck and pressing their bodies as close together as physically possible. Chris kissed the top of his head.“And I'm yours.”Ricky sighed happily, swaying gently in Chris's arms. Then he sighed again, this time pulling away and grimacing at the state of his jeans.“Fuck, I'm gonna have to wash these in the sink, aren't I?”Chris chuckled. “Unless you want everyone to think you pissed yourself, yes. Come on, let's shower. I'm so fucking tired.”“Same. At least we're not wearing any makeup today.” Ricky started peeling his sweat and cum soaked clothes off his body, then headed towards the shower. Chris rolled his eyes and smirked as he started to take off his shirt.“Yeah, we're not that gay, right?”