Chris x Ricky one shot ~•SMUT•~

You Know You Love It When We

"Chris!" Ricky hollered across the bus.
"What?" Chris screamed right back.
"Where's my phone?"
"I don't know! Why the fuck would I?" Chris and Ricky continued to scream back and forth until Balz, Angelo, Ryan and Ghost wanted to bang their heads against each others'.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Devin screeched, almost knocking into Balz.
Chris just laughed. "Okay, drama queen." He held up his hands in mock surrender.
He walked the short distance to the back of the bus and slung his miniature boyfriend across his shoulder.
"HEY!" Screams of protest and profanities were launched at Chris as Ricky was carried away.

*****

"...C-Chris?" Ricky whimpered.
"Yes, Darling?" Chris mocked.
Ricky's knees shaked, thighs quaking. He was handcuffed to the bed rails by his ankles and wrists, unable to move; and blindfolded; unable to see.
"I'm scared..." Ricky admitted quietly in his whisper-like voice.
Ricky felt the bed dip between his legs and heard Chris' voice breathing right into the crook of his neck without warning.
"Well, I wouldn't want you to be comfortable now, would I?" He laughed.
Ricky jumped but obviously didn't get very far. He bit his lip in anticipation.
"Ricky," Chris' voice soothed him.
Soon the blindfold was lowered past his eyes and down onto his nose when he didn't reply. Chris looked down at him.
"I'm not going to hurt you. Okay?" Ricky nodded, thoughtfully. "Do you trust me?" Ricky looked into those deep brown eyes and only saw love.
He nodded again, his voice was untrustworthy at times like this.
Chris smirked, the love disappearing and instead lust taking it's place - the last Ricky saw before blinding darkness taking over his vision again.
Chris slowly kissed up Ricky's jaw and neck. Reaching his throat, he heard him give out a little mewl. His breathing became heavier and more laboured as Chris trailed his lips down his naked chest.
His tongue traced intricate patterns on Ricky's porcelain, milky-white skin. The more delicate of the relationship become a little more hysterical and frustrated when lips and tongue were dropped further.

Chris' POV:

I nicked his tiny little hips sharply with my teeth, making him cry out briefly but returning to his bitten-lip-silence.
"Shhh," I soothed, my hot breath hitting his cold skin like a wake-up call as he tensed up, goosebumps raising up along his limbs as my tongue trailed from one hip to the other.
He whimpered when I stopped, no contact between us whatsoever and I'm pretty sure he felt the cold and the lack of my presence now. I stood back at the far end of the room as he called out desperately and heart-wrenchingly alone. His tone was flooded with panic and a sob as he realised I wouldn't reply.
He was scared.
It may have been sick, call it whatever you want but it just made me want to eat him up.
I switched off the light in the bunk room, not that it made a difference yet to Ricky. My eyes managed to adjust and I stalked back over to Ricky's shaking form on my bunk. He squealed almost silently as I yanked the blindfold down to his mouth.
"Chris!" He cried, muffled by the material over his mouth.
He didn't see me crouching beside his head, and he nipped his ear, grazing it with his teeth. Ricky shuddered, pulling against the cuffs, whining and gritting his teeth, his jaw clenched.
I blew a slow breath on his face and he winced, shutting his eyes slightly for a second. He bit his lip and as he adjusted to the darkness I took his lip in my own teeth instead. He gasped but melted into the kiss quickly.
Whilst he was kissing and moaning into my mouth in ecstasy, I undid his cuffs to his ankles and wrists. His arms automatically slunk around my shoulders and his legs wrapping instinctively and immediately around my waist. I hoisted him up and slammed his back into the wall.
Already shirtless, I yanked my boxers down in a hurried haste. Ricky gasped, not used to my size still after months of being together intimately.
I slipped my tongue into his mouth whilst it was still slightly gaping. I would've smirked smugly if I could've.
Caught by complete surprise I poked his ass with a waiting finger. He jumped into my chest as I slowly pushed it in. He gasped and squirmed, writhing into my body, his hips rolling unintentionally into mine.
I groaned, adding another finger. He whimpered as I stretched him. Honestly, I didn't spend a lot of time and I only used two fingers, which probably wasn't enough for preparing him for what was about to come, but only because I was about to give in completely and have my sinful way with him if I didn't let loose now.
He looked at me with these eyes that cried out kicked-puppy as he realised I'd finished preparing him. He shook his head in desperation, terror striking beauty in his features.
I swiftly ignored them and lined myself up with him. He jumped back from me and shoved his hands against my chest as I only pushed in the tip. He had tears in his shining eyes.
Being my clumsy self, my grip loosened and I dropped his delicate frame as he landed on his feet, stepping back but tripping and landing on his back on the bed, completely open.
I stepped forward menacingly as he scrambled back, his heels digging into the bed sheets. I hovered over him, crawling onto his body. My lips made their way to his ear slowly, dragging my tongue along the lobe as I whispered soothingly, "Ricky, why are you afraid?"
I knew he was fearful and weary of the pain he always had when we fucked. He was so tight that it was nearly painful for myself let alone him. I'd ripped him one or two times before accidentally. He couldn't help feeling like a virgin back there I guess.
"I'm scared." He whimpered admittedly.
"I know, but can you remember how good it always feels after a few minutes?" I quite-so-innocently asked.
He nodded.
I spit into my hand, trying to make it easier for him as much as I could. I really didn't want to hurt him. Honest.
I lined up again and decided to get it over with. Like ripping off a band-aid - I shoved my hips forward quickly - you had to be quick. He snapped his eyes open in shooting, sudden pain as I buried deep inside of him.
He screamed fucking murder, twitching and spasming uncontrollably. I pinned his hands down by his sides and pressed my lips to his, giving him a minute to adjust.
Tears streaked down his face, leaving salty tracks that I kissed away, the taste lingering on my tongue. He breathed heavily as I pecked his lips again.
"You okay, Ricky?" I kissed his cheek, then moved to underneath his ear on his neck.
He nodded, eyes clenched shut and fists grasping the sheets until his knuckles turned white. My hands holding his intertwined our fingers, my thumb stroking the snow-white skin until his death-grip on the comforter loosened slightly. His eyes slowly opened a little to gaze up at me with watery eyes.
"Don't cry, baby, you're okay. I promise." I rolled my hips to test the waters and he groaned slightly.
But me on the other hand couldn't help but let loose with my head titled back in pure pleasure. I continued to thrust into his tiny body, he was so small compared to me - and most other people to be fair. Something he hated about himself but I absolutely adored it.
I loved every single thing about him, every imperfection.
He soon started moaning lightly after a minute and that encouraged me to plough into him like there was no tomorrow. His strength was nothing to mine so he had no fight as I hoisted him up in a bundle in my arms and held him against the wall.
My hands were either side of his head as he clutched onto me to stay up. His legs locked around my sides too. Letting go, I put all I had inside into this, so much that his body was repeatedly hitting the wall, causing a lot of noise that the guys would probably kill us over later.
He whimpered and moaned, all his little noises driving me insane as his hands held on for dear life, gripping my feverishly-warm skin. He threw his head back in ecstasy as he finally came.
It took another minute for myself to do so too. Panting heavily, I released him.
He dropped to the floor like a ton of bricks. I picked him up hastily, my hands sliding a little on his sweat-stained body. Mine was the same.

*****

Lying in my bunk, Ricky was curled up against me, waiting for the bruises and especially sore spots to appear as I tried to calm down the scratches on my arms and back from his ragged nails with the cooler air.
Balz entered the room cautiously, almost as if he were suspicious. He wrinkled his nose up at the smell of sex, sweat and blood in the room. He rolled his eyes and smirked a little, but there was a slight annoyance in his expression.
"So you didn't kill him? Angelo just lost twenty bucks." He chuckled.
Ricky breathily laughed, his voice wrecked and raw from screaming and crying earlier.
"Yeah, but he can't walk." I shrugged and a smug pride glinted in my eyes.
"And there goes Ryan's twenty." He laughed.
"What do you want?" I asked in slight exasperation, though I was smiling.
"Just checking on Ricky, seeing what money we've all got from betting and just warning you to get a lock and shut the fucking hell up next time or we'll video you guys, put you on YouTube and let the fangirls have their way with you." He smirked.
I rolled my eyes, cradling a now-passed out Ricky to my side as I flipped him my middle finger.
He pretended to act hurt and shocked before leaving with a grin.
I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lover's forehead, falling asleep myself after burying my face in Ricky's dark hair.