roommates, not lovers

six

"who was that in your bed this morning?" chris asked, staring down at ricky with a frown.

"ryan.  not that it's any of your business though." ricky said, his back turned to chris as he poured himself a glass of water.

"um, yes it actually is my business.  how are you going to have sex with me, and then someone else the same day?" the taller man said, stepping closer to ricky.

"why?  are you jealous?" ricky asked.

chris rolled his eyes.  "no. but i just know he isn't nearly as good as me, and there is absolutely no reason for you to have sex with anyone else when you have me."

ricky turned, his hands on his hips.  "yeah because i want to have sex with only you when you ignore me after!"

"it's not my fault you're a fucking attention whore.  i bet you'd be on your knees for any man." chris said.

ricky felt his eyes pool with tears, he wasn't a whore, and he didn't want someone who barely even knew him to be talking about him in such a way. he pushed past chris angrily, slamming his bedroom door shut.

"fuck." the taller man sighed, going to rickys room and knocking on the door. "can i come in?"

ricky whimpered and sniffled, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. "no."

"no, I'm coming in." chris said, opening the door and going over to the small boy. "i didn't mean to make you cry. sorry."

"its okay." the boy said, wrapping a fluffy blanket around his shoulders.

"no, i shouldn't have called you any names. we can have a nice night together and i'll order dinner for us, okay?" chris asked, gently taking rickys small hand.

ricky nodded, leaning into chris's shoulder. "can we get thai food?"

"yeah, want do you want?" chris asked, pulling out his phone to make their order.

"hm, summer rolls, and those noodles with the vegetables."

"is that it?" he asked, scrolling through the menu.

"yeah, thank you."

"it says it should be here in fifteen to twenty minutes. do you want to go pick out a movie?"

the boy nodded and stood up, taking his blanket with him as they walked into the living room and sat on the grey sofa.

"what shows do you like?" ricky asked, turning on the tv and going to netflix.

"i like the office, murder shows, just stuff like that, but i'll let you pick." he said.

"the office is my favorite. i'm on the part where they're doing the paper plane contest, do you want me to start it from the beginning or is here fine?" ricky asked, tucking his legs under himself.

"no, you can just stay here. i like this part too." chris said, pulling the boy closer to him.

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ricky lay on chris's chest, their legs intertwined underneath rickys blanket as their show droned on in the background.

"who are you texting?" ricky asked, looking over at chris's phone.

"some girl i met yesterday." chris said, not looking away from the lit up screen.

"why?" the small boy asked, feeling a bit hurt.

"because she is perfect relationship material."

"and i'm not?" he asked, sitting up a bit.

"uh, yeah. i don't know why you have a problem with it. i just bought you dinner and we're cuddling, and then you decide to try and control my personal life." chris said, rolling his eyes.

ricky got off chris, snatching his blanket away and sitting on the opposite side of the couch, pulling out his own phone and going to his messages with ryan.

"who are you texting now?" chris asked, sitting up and snatching rickys phone away. "oh, of course. it's that ryan you've been hoeing around with."

chris stood up, holding the phone above his head, away from rickys reach as he began to read their messages out loud. "had fun with you last night, i can't wait to see you again, and your cute ass."

"chris! give it back!" ricky whined, pulling on chris's arm.

"what the fuck is this shit, a middle school relationship that only lasts for two days?" chris said laughing.

"give it back now!" ricky shouted, stomping on chris's foot.

"you bitch!" chris yelled, dropping the phone and grabbing ricky by the throat, leading the boy into his bedroom and shoving him face first into the bed.

ricky rolled over and sat up, spitting in the taller mans face, smiling when he saw that it had made him even more angry.

chris grabbed a handful of rickys silky hair, pulling his head back. "i'm going to make you learn to not fuck with me."