Silent

22. One so beautiful and rare

Ricky had finished his day early, and now he was curious if the boy had used the opportunity. He lowered his briefcase quietly into the hallway floor and headed towards the room that he usually kept locked. Seeing the door ajar Ricky smirked.

He walked closer and silently pushed the door open. For a moment he gazed at the boy, who sat with his back turned against him. His gaze then moved to the TV screen where he saw his late friend, long gone. Twenty-two years had passed, and the memories now flooded his brain.

Evan Brisley had been his best friend since the age of six.

Ricky had always desired beautiful or rare playthings even from a small boy, and Evan had truly been exquisite. Ricky remembered spotting him from the crowd of other children in the park where his nanny had often taken him. He had quietly observed the boy for a while until deciding that he was the one he wanted to play with. From there on the play dates in the park continued often at Ricky's request or rather his demand.

 Evan, who had been from a poor family, was easily impressed and grateful for the attention. On the first visit to his house, the boy was mesmerized by Ricky's wide collection of expensive toys, some that he had hardly even dared to dream of touching before.

Their friendship deepened quickly. There was something in Evan that Ricky favored over all others, and his parents noted that. To cover their absence, they easily gave in to the things Ricky wanted and he wanted Evan. So they made sure he would have a respectful friend from him, which was relatively easy to execute.

 Evan's father, who had been struggling with unemployment for some time, was now offered a well-paid job in Ricky's father's company. The whole Brisley family had been exceedingly grateful to them. 

As the years went by, Evan's beauty grew and Ricky found himself looking at this beauty through very different eyes; with deepening lust.

But it was not how Evan saw him. All Evan saw in him was a friend. He met a pretty girl at fifteen, who stole all the time with Evan that should have belonged to him. She was too often with them and Ricky didn't like it, though he successfully pretended otherwise.

When the girl; Lily, wasn't with them, he listened to Evan talking about her. He listened as Evan talked about how excited he felt when their planned first time approached, after Lily's sixteenth birthday. He listened when talked discreetly about how great it had been and how in love he was. Ricky listened. He smiled and gave words of encouragement. He pretended, and he was good at pretending.

He pretended interest in girls, even dated some, all the while aware that it was all just that; pretending, creating a cover. Ricky; the popular, handsome, rich boy who could have any girl he wanted. Except he didn't want any of them. All he wanted was the one who felt no desire towards him. And he would have him. Little by little, the thought of consent became meaningless. He knew Evan would never give it; he knew it would only happen by force, but he soon noted that the thought of it only excited him further. And so he listened as Evan talked about his girl, listened and smiled, all the time planning on how he would ravish him.

From a child that had always gotten what he wanted, grew a young man who intended to continue receiving everything.

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One June evening in 1976, Ricky set the plan in motion. His parents had gone to their summer villa, leaving him alone, trustful of his good manners. They were pleased with his plan to only invite Evan to spend time with him. 

On the same weekend, Evan's girlfriend had gone off to meet with her relatives, so Evan gladly accepted Ricky's invitation for a sleepover. The other boy had no reason to suspect anything bad, after all; Ricky was his best friend since childhood.