roommates, not lovers

three

"um, chris? can i talk to you for a minute?" ricky asked, standing in the doorway of chris's room.

"yeah, what's up?" chris asked, not looking up from his phone.

"well, um, can you please just be more mindful of putting your clothes into the hamper instead of beside it? and putting your dishes in the dishwasher? it just makes it easier to keep everything clean."

chris rolled his eyes. "yeah whatever."

"well can you go do it please?" ricky asked.

"damn, get off my dick about everything." chris said and stood up, shoving past ricky.

he tossed the clothes into the hamper and messily put the dishes into the dishwasher, slamming it shut.

"happy now?" he asked and glared down at the small boy.

"you don't have to be rude to me about it." ricky said, putting his hands on his hips and looking up at the older man.

"you're the one being rude by making me go pick shit up when it's stuff you could have done yourself." chris snapped.

"because you're an adult and it's your things. i'm not touching your sweaty disgusting underwear to put it in the hamper." the boy said. "and you don't need to get a new cup out everyone you get a drink. that's why we never have clean dishes!"

"not my problem." chris said.

"no, it is your problem. you're significantly older than me and you still don't know how to clean up after yourself."

"i'm barley older than you. and i do know how to clean up." chris said.

"then do it without me telling you to." ricky said, looking up at the older man.

"shut up, i'm going out." chris said and grabbed his jacket and keys, heading out the door.

-

ricky was in the living room, watching tv with his cats when chris opened the front door, stumbling in with a blonde women wearing a very short and tight black dress. ricky rolled his eyes, not in the mood to have some random person in his house.

chris and the woman were latching onto each other, hands roaming as they made their way to chris's room, shutting the door.

the small boy sighed loudly. he was already annoyed with chris for his earlier behavior, and now this.
ricky walked down the hallway, heading to his room for the night.   he closed his door, putting on an oversized t-shirt to sleep in and turned on his tv, trying to get comfortable in his bed when a shirtless chris barged into his room.

"ew, get out!" ricky shouted. 

"no, i need to ask you something.  do you have any condoms i can borrow?" chris asked.

"no, you should have thought about that before you decided to hoe around, now go away." ricky said, pointing to the door.

"shut up, gay boy." chris snapped and shut the door, going back to his room.

ricky locked his door, not wanting chris to back back in unannounced. he took out his phone, deciding to facetime ryan to get his mind off of things.

ryan answered almost immediately, smiling happily when he saw ricky.

"hey, ricky! what's up?" he asked.

"my roommate is literally the worst. he's gross and so annoying." ricky complained, rolling over onto his stomach.

"aw, i'm sorry to hear that." ryan said. "i come back in two days though, have you decided what you want to do?"