Love is a Broken Window | Cricky [C]

15 | Coping

| Chris' POV |

"Fuck!" I heard the beauty under me gasp.

I couldn't take it anymore. I snapped. All the sudden, I lost my self control and I needed a hole to fuck. We were staying at a hotel tonight, so after the show I grabbed the hottest piece of ass I could find. Of course, a cute little young fan was willing to get down on his hands and knees for me then and there.

Do I feel bad for fucking a fan? Yes. Am I wondering why I suddenly wanted to fuck anything I could? Um, yeah! Am I caring about any of that right now? Fuck no.

He was gorgeous. His name was Shiloh. Such a fitting, delicate name such a soft, gentle face. Long black raven hair, that hung in front of his raccoon-like eyes. The most perfect, peachy lips with snake bite piercings for me to pull on! And his figure, oh my God he had a perfect body! So thin, and he was so fucking tight. The young ones always are.

His moans were so fucking sweet. It was like honey to my ears. Shiloh was hard to get out of his shell at first. Once I did, it was worth the wait! I fucked him hard and good, and it was one of the best orgasms I've had in a long time.

As we both came down from our highs, I took a minute to catch my breath and stare into his eyes. His deep, chocolate brown eyes. Those gorgeous eyes were about the only thing not covered in sweat.

I glanced away from him as realization set in. "You, uh... Your parents, they're probably worried about you." I said as I got off of him.

"I'm nineteen. I don't live at home anymore. My parents aren't around anyways." He replied.

"Oh, well you can shower here and stay, if you want to." I spoke, surprising myself that I said that.

"Um, thanks, Chris." Shiloh muttered. "I'll definitely take you up on the shower. I'll think about the other part though."

He got up and walked to the bathroom. While he was in there, I grabbed his wallet to make sure he really was nineteen. Last thing I need is going to jail for fucking a minor! He was.

Shiloh Dakota
DOB: 1/2/1996
Gender: Male
Height: 5'06"
Weight: 115lbs

He was too skinny. For his height, he should be 130lbs AT LEAST. Maybe he doesn't get enough food, because he does live on his own. I remember when I was his age, I didn't have two pennies to rub together. From the looks of it though, he has an eating disorder.

I just love to pick up the busted guys, don't I? My ex was an alcoholic, Ricky is a pill popper with chronic depression, and now I have one that doesn't want to eat! Whoa, back up.

Ricky and I have nothing! I don't feel anything for him, I swear I don't! Besides, he's obviously with Ghost. I saw them kissing outside the venue the other night, and they've been sharing a bunk since tour started a week ago.

Then Shiloh. This was a one night stand, a hook up. He is really cute though. And sweet. Ugh! No no no! You can't fall for your hook up, that's not how it works! Maybe I should move on from my ex. Should I really go for a young kid though?

I just don't know anymore. There was a knock at my door, so I got up to get it. Vinny and Balz stood on the other side.

"Hey, we're going to go grab some late night grubs. IHOP, we're thinking. Wanna come?" Balz asked.

"Um, I'm not sure." I replied.

"Oh c'mon! Ryan and Josh don't want to go because they're too tired and Ghost and Ricky both already fell asleep and- hey, why do I hear your shower?" Vinny raised his eye brow.

Balz did the same, looking devilish. "Is there someone in there?"

"Um..."

"Oh my God! You whore!" He teased me. "Well how 'bout you and your booty call both join us?"

"C'mon, 1AM pancakes!" Vinny added.

I sighed. "Only if Shiloh wants to go. Why don't you guys come in and wait?"

They walked straight in without another thought. I sat down on the bed, Balz taking a seat in the office chair and Vinny leaning against the desk next to him.

"Is this his wallet?" Balz asked, seeing it on the desk.

"Yeah. I had to check his age. He's young."

"How young?" Vinny questioned.

"Try nineteen!" Balz gawked as he opened up Shiloh's wallet. "Um..." He showed it to Vinny. "Is it just me or..."

"No, it's not just you..."

"What?" I asked, getting a little annoyed.

"Man..."

Balz sighed. "Don't you see it?"

"See what?" I snapped.

"Chris, Shiloh is the spitting image of Ricky." He pointed out.

No he wasn't! They looked nothing alike! Before I could say anything, Shiloh opened the bathroom door. Balz managed to set his wallet back on the table before he suspected a thing.

I looked over at Shiloh with this new thought prodding my mind. He was shirtless, so I could see how pale his thin body was. Oh my God, he did. He looked just like Ricky, or at least Ricky did when he was Shiloh's age. What the fuck is wrong with me?!

Pic of Shiloh attached to the side :3 (real name Matt Patlan incase anyone was curious)