Ballad of a Broken Boy

Discussing Ricky Bowen's Sex Life (Pt. 2)

I must've been more tired than I thought, because the next thing I remember is waking up to bright sunlight. I rubbed my eyes, then groaned. I was going to have panda eyes, and probably get spots, but I was surprised to find that my makeup had been wiped off. I smiled, assuming that Ricky had done it... unless I was so tired I couldn't remember doing it myself, but I doubted it. I was also wrapped in a blanket, which I didn't remember picking up myself. I climbed off the couch and stood up, looking around the room. Ricky was sprawled across his bed on his back, shirtless. I blushed and looked away. I needed to use the bathroom, but I wasn't sure where it was so I decided to wait.

After twenty minutes I started getting impatient. I hated sitting around not doing anything, so I decided to get dressed. Ricky was asleep so he wouldn't be able to look. I pulled the shirt over my head and took off the sweatpants, before realizing that my clothes weren't on the floor by the couch where I had left them.

"Shit." I muttered, looking around. I checked everywhere, practically running around Ricky's bedroom, but I couldn't find them anywhere. Until I looked up... and there they were, just lying on a shelf- my neatly folded clothes. The only problem? The shelf was above Ricky's bed. Cursing under my breath again, I wondered what I could do. I wouldn't be able to reach them without standing on the bed, which would bring my practically naked body in close proximity to Ricky, which wasn't good. I could've put Ricky's clothes back on until he woke up, but then I would have to risk him peeking again, and I was just too stubborn anyway. So, hoping he was a heavy sleeper, I crept over to his bed and tried to grab my clothes, huffing in annoyance when I wasn't able to reach. Holding my breath, I climbed onto the bed and grabbed the shelf to keep my balance.

"Mmmph." Ricky moaned in his sleep, turning and grabbing my leg. I yelped in surprise, trying to pull myself away, and I fell off the bed. Ricky bolted upright, looking around. I crossed my fingers and hoped he wouldn't look down at me, but of course he did. His eyes widened, and his mouth slowly curved upwards into a smirk.

"You know, if you were going to climb into bed with me, I'd rather you ditched the underwear and woke me up first." He said cockily. I felt my cheeks burn up again and grabbed the first thing I saw to cover myself up with.

"Shut up, Ricky. This is your fault, not mine. You put my clothes up there." I huffed, embarrassed. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, stretching. I couldn't help but stare at him; he might be skinny, but he has muscle.

"Like what you see?" he grinned. I blushed even more, standing up and trying to cover myself with the hoodie I had picked up.

"Relax, Nini. You don't have to cover up any more, I've already seen everything." He joked. I could tell he wasn't expecting me to agree with him, but I was feeling brave.

"I guess." I said, dropping the hoodie. He stared at me, open-mouthed, and I stood on the bed and grabbed my clothes. When I stepped down again I looked at him, still staring at me, and smirked.

"Like what you see?" I copied his words. He nodded.

"A lot." He said huskily. Suddenly, things weren't light-hearted and funny anymore. I felt my heart speed up, and my breathing became shallow. Trying to shake it off, I turned around and started to pull my shirt on. I felt a hand on my hip, then on the other, as Ricky pulled me back.

"Ricky!" I squeaked as he spun me around, but he cut off whatever else I was planning to say with a searing kiss. For a second I was frozen, unsure of what to do, and then I felt him start to pull away and I kissed him back. This was different to anything I had experienced before, even with Ej. I thought what I had had with Ej was hot and passionate, but it was nothing compared to this. This was much more raw, more wild. I felt things with Ricky that Ej never made me feel. Things I didn't think I could feel.