Baby Doll. || CRICKY || Literate MIW Fic

k i t t e n . 2

Ricky was dead asleep when the two arrived at a large house in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere. Kevin opened the back seat door, nudging Ricky awake. "We're here," Kevin said with a smile.

He whined around his binkie, turning his head to the other side. It was like nine at night, and the sky was dark. Poor little Ricky was so tired.

With a sigh, Kevin turned to the man standing next to him. His voice was deep, but Ricky didnt even bother to open his eyes and see what he looked like.

"Can you grab him? He's really tired," Ricky heard Kevin say. He heard a response before he felt the seat belt come undone, a pair of arms lifting him out of the vehicle.

Ricky whined in annoyance, but didnt struggle. He held onto the person holding him, his eyes still shut tight.

"He gets a little cranky when he's tired," Kevin said, grabbing the bags and heading after his friend into the house.

Ricky was jolted awake again as he was dropped onto a bed, making him open his eyes and whine. He looked up to see a man above him, and a scary one at that. The man was at least six feet tall, looming over Ricky. He had long black hair, and tattoos smeared from his neck to his fingertips, and three lips piercings and dark black makeup.

Starting to shut down, Ricky felt nervous and overwhelmed. His eyes welled up with tears and he scooted away, looking around for Kevin who was downstairs. "Kevy?" Ricky whispered around the pacifier. "Where Kevy?" The tears started to flow, and he backed away more.

"Your brother is downst--" Before the man could even finish, Ricky pushed the stranger away and kept screaming and crying.

"I wan' Kevin! Get away!" He went into full on little mode, hiding under the blankets.

The man sighed and yelled out his friends name. "Kevin!"

Within a few seconds, the boy came up the stairs. "What? Where's Ricky?"

Chris pointed to the shivering and crying mess under the comforter. Kevin laughed a little and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Rick..." he cooed. "Come here. Its Kevy. I got you," the boy huffed, pulling his crying brother out from the covers.

He was still shaking, clearly overwhelmed with the situation. Ricky opened his eyes to look at Kevin, sucking his pacifier.

"Now. I want you to meet someone. My friend," Kevin started, pointing at the tall man Ricky screamed at a few minutes ago. "This is Chris. He looks scary, but he's real nice."

Kevin had pulled Ricky onto his lap, bouncing him a little on his knee as Chris waved at him a little. All of Kevin's friends looked like Kevin and dressed like him too. Kevin was a taller guy with brown hair, wearing snapbacks and saggy blue jeans. All his friends dressed like that, too, swearing and listening to rap with Kevin. Ricky wasnt used to seeing big scary guys like this. How were Kevin and Chris friends?

Ricky sniffled and turned away, not looking at Chris.

"Hey," Kevin said sternly, looking at Ricky with a mad face. "Chris is a nice man. We show him respect. Now, you better say sorry for acting so naughty to him today when all he tried to do was lay you down."

Ricky looked down, pulling the paci out of his mouth before looking over his shoulder at Chris. "I'm sowry..." he whispered, sniffling still. "I didnt mean to be mean.."

"I know," Chris said with that same deep voice. "You were just scared. Its okay. I forgive you," he smiled, sitting down on the bed next to Kevin.

"You get away with it this time," Kevin said, lifting Ricky off his lap and laying him down again. "But you better be nice from now on."

Ricky put the paci back in and nodded before cuddling into his teddy bear that was brought upstairs when Kevin came back up.

"Now go to sleep. I'll come in here later to lay down with you, okay?"

Kevin knew that Ricky had problems with being alone. "I...I.." Ricky talked around the binkie. "I can't be by myself... scary.."

Chris awed out loud, earning a warning glare from Kevin. "You gotta learn to be by yourself sometimes. I ain't always gonna be here to help you, Rick."

Ricky felt himself start to panic again, grabbing at Kevin's shirt. "NO, DON' LEAVE ME!" He started to cry again.

"Richard, that's enough!" Before he knew it, Kevin and pulled Ricky over his lap and laid a harsh smack on his ass. "Stop being a brat!" He spanked Ricky again, making him cry harder. "Why are you being so fussy today?" Kevin huffed and spanked him one last time.

Ricky was whining, his bum sore from the hits. "I- I- I.." he was hyperventilating, not able to form a whole sentence. Kevin sighed again, pulling his skirt up and smacking his ass again with nothing but the panties to cushion the blow. "I'm sorry," Ricky squealed, wriggling out of Kevin's grasp before his brother gave up.

"Go to bed. Now."

Ricky snuffed and nodded, crawling into the bed and burying his face in the pillow.

Kevin stood and rubbed his nose, looking down. "Sorry you had to see that, man.."

Chris had wide eyes, looking around the room awkwardly. "No, it's fine." Totally not weird to spank your brother. He stood as well, leaving after Kevin and going back downstairs.

"He'll be out in a few minutes, trust me," Kevin laughed, grabbing his own bags. "Where do I sleep?"

Chris had a pretty big house; one that had been in his family for a long time. It was by no means a mansion, but it was very old and cute. It had two bedrooms, but since Chris had always housed many people at a time, there were more beds set up throughout the upstairs. Ricky was sleeping in the fluffy bed at the top of the stairs, and Chris slept in one of the big bedrooms next to where the bed was set.

"You can crash in this room," Chris said, leading Kevin back upstairs to the other bedroom down the hall.

He nodded and set his stuff down before he and Chris grabbed Rickys stuff and set it where Ricky was fast sleep.

"So why do you guys need to stay here? Not that I mind at all," Chris said after they sat down on the couch in the living room. He already knew that Kevin's dad was abusive, but staying for a whole month? That was a little something more concerning.

"Well," Kevin huffed and laid his head back on the couch. "Me and dad got in a fight, obviously, and this time he started threatening."

Chris furrowed his eyebrows. "What kind of threats?"

Kevin closed his eyes. "He started threatening to throw me out. I know it might not seem like that big 'a deal, but fuck, man. I gotta stay with Ricky."

Chris rolled his eyes. "Ah." It was probably an empty threat, in Chris' opinion.

"I know you think I'm being ridiculous." Kevin seemed to have picked up on Chris' annoyance. "But he started threatening Ricky." He swallowed hard, looking at Chris. "Rape threats. Murder threats. He hates Ricky because he reminds my dad of my mom too much."

Chris started to realize, nodding slowly. Ricky didn't seem like someone who got beat on a lot, though. Except his brother fucking spanking him for being bad, yikes.

"Ricky... he's a little special." Kevin ran a hand through his hair. "He acts all little and childish. It helps him dead with the stress. He's so innocent amd sensitive; I can't have anyone hurting him."

"I know, Kevin," Chris whispered back. "But I promise that he'll be safe with me."