Stay calm

7

Ryan

I look over at Ricky who'd fallen asleep. After eating we came back to his place to watch t.v. he seemed tired out. I wanted to cuddle him but wasn't sure if he'd be ok with it so I just stay on the other side of the couch occasionally looking over like a creep.

He whimpered and covered his head almost as if to block noise out. I didn't know what to do, when I touched him last time it scared him. But he said me talking helped.

"Ricky I'm right here, its ok." I say a few times until he seemed calmer.

I opens his eyes, he looked scared until he noticed me.

"Shit, I'm sorry you've had to deal with this twice already."

"I just want to make sure you're ok." He scoots closer to me.

"Could you maybe stay the night, if not its ok."

"I'd love to." I smile as his face lights up.

"Um, I could take the couch,  my beds just over there."

I look over at it, he had an open apartment.

"Looks big enough for both of us, I know you're to stubborn to let me sleep on the couch."

I lay down on the comfy mattress. Damn how many blankets and pillows do you need.

"Watcha waiting for?" I pat the spot next to me which he happily layed down in. He digs in the pile of pillows.

"Want some candy?"

"What else do you have buried here?"

"I don't even know sometimes." He starts making a little nest and wrapped himself up.

"Here let me help." I tuck the blankets closer around him.

"Comfy?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Cause you're there and not here."

I smile, "how do I even get in there?"

He lifts the blankets so I can crawl under. He had to fix it again before laying back down.

"Comfy now?"

"Yup." He yawns, "good night Ryan."

"Good night Ricky."

*

I woke up to Ricky cuddled into my back. Something hard was poking my side. I dig around until I finding it.

It was a rather large dildo, I smirk. He's never gonna hear the end of this.  There was still something hard beneath me.  It was half a bottle of vodka with a bag of weed taped to it. Poor baby he must've been through a lot.

"Hmm." Ricky stirs rubbing his face into my back. His eyes widen when he sees what's in my hand.

"Shit." He burrowed into the blankets.

"It's ok Ricky. " I rub his back. "I don't think any different of you, I used to get drunk and high all the time."

"What changed?" His voice was muffled.

"My dad, he found out, I thought he'd be mad but it was the opposite. He helped me through everything. It was hard but with him helping and showing he cared I got through it... would you let me help you?"

"You don't have to do that, I'm already a burden."

"Sweetheart you're not a burden to me. Besides I really like you." His eyes water.

"Really?" I nod and pull him to my chest which he cuddled into.

"I'll always be here for you." I'm never letting you go.