For The Rats (One-Shots)

Cannibalistic Tendencies: Part Two

The pair pass tree after tree until they're just deep enough to faintly see the lampposts glittering in the distance as the sun began to fall. 

"I'm pretty sure we're well out of earshot," Chris laughs. "What's up?" 

Ricky turns to the taller man, glancing out at the lights in the distance. 

"Yeah," he agrees, but dodges the question, looking down at his hands. Shame dug it's way into his spine. 

Chris frowns. "Ricks?" 

The younger man nods, still not looking up. 

"What are we out here for?" Chris asks softly, changing his tone. At this, Ricky finally raises his head. 

He chews the inside of his lip, before mentally saying 'fuck it'. 

"Uh.. can..." he pauses, breathing. "Can I kiss you?" 

Chris looks taken aback, but recovers quickly. He nods slowly, stepping closer to Ricky who still hasn't moved. The vocalist reaches forward, putting his hands gently on Ricky's arms as the younger's heart races in his chest. 

"Is this what today was about?" Chris asks gently, lifting Ricky's chin delicately. Ricky's face heats up. 

"W-what do you mean?" he questions in a hushed voice, taking on a slightly defensive edge. 

Chris strokes Ricky's chin with his thumb, their eyes meeting. "You were acting a little off today, I didn't want to ask because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable." 

Ricky blushes, breaking eye contact. He turns his cheek to the side, letting himself breathe as explicate images from yesterday dance painfully in his mind. 

"Uh.. kind of.." he says quietly. 

Chris leans in, his concerned brown eyes eliciting a flutter of Ricky's heart with a twist of his stomach. Ricky squeezes his eyes shut, cringing at the pain in his fingers as if it were really happening all over again. He didn't want to feel like that anymore.. 

Ricky leans forward, wrapping his arms around Chris's neck and pushes his lips onto those of the vocalist. Chris kisses back, letting his mouth part gently as Ricky sucked his lips. 

The passion intensified, and Ricky guided Chris until Ricky's own back was pushed against a tree. He let a leg come up and wrap around the larger man's waist, testing the water before slowly lifting the other up as well. Chris's hands reached down to support Ricky's jean-clad thighs, leaning in to pin the man to the tree. Ricky moans softly into the older man's mouth, moving his hips lightly for some friction. Chris breaks the kiss, letting his forehead rest on Ricky's. 

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" Chris whispers in the dim lighting, the sun nearly below the red and orange sky now. 

Ricky bites his lip, letting his eyes fall again. He felt awkward now, pressed up against a tree with his legs wrapped around the man he used to fuck, his face flustered and red. 

"I didn't mean it like that," Chris says quickly, keeping his voice gentle and low. "I just.. I wasn't sure if you wanted like..." 

Ricky looks at Chris from under his eyelashes, his cheeks pink. 

"I had a dream about you last night." 

A small smile plays on Chris's lips. "Yeah?" he laughs gently. "Was it a good one?" 

Ricky's mind flashes with memories of the crackling campfire, his fingers roasting overtop sickeningly. 

This little piggy was burnt at the stake!