Daycare|Cricky [C]

10|Notes on Poster

I lightly kissed Chris' chin as we watched Lost Boys together, giving him a sweet and loving smile. "Thank you for the best birthday ever, baby."

"You deserved it." He replied simply, petting my hair. He had no makeup on, and even without eyebrows he was sexy. "I have another present for you."

I sighed and looked into his eyes somewhat sadly. "Chris, you didn't need to."

"Yes I did." He said simply. "Baby, you're eighteen now! This is a huge thing for you, me, and our relationship."

"But still!" I argued, pouting a little. "You-"

"Hush. Now c'mon. Let's go into the bedroom, and I'll show you your present."

I gasped softly. "Chris, I'm not ready for that!" I panicked, sitting up and getting off the couch.

Chris stood up as well, tattooed hands up in defense. "No, no, baby... That wasn't what I meant. I'd never force you into that. Besides, no matter how sexy you are, I can wait. I don't focus on sex all the time, and if I really get horny, there's this thing called a hand." He chuckled softly, shaking his head with that adorable smile.

I made a face. "You're gross, babe." I smiled softly, stepping into his arms. "I'd help you... Y'know... Release some tension. I'm just not ready to lose my virginity just yet."

"Ricky, I respect that completely. I'd do the same for you, too. You're my everything."

I blushed a light pink, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Do you know what would be nice right about now?"

"Hm?"

"Mm... Some coffee, snuggles, a blankie and some music... Think you could do that for me, baby?" I asked, twirling a bit of his hair.

He nodded, his hands on the small of my back as we swayed a little. "Coffee, snuggles, blankie and music? I can do that,"

I rested my cheek against his chest, following his movements. I felt all warm and tingly inside when he's around. "You're the best, Chris."

"I try my hardest to keep you happy, baby. Glad I'm doing a decent job." He kissed the top of my head. "C'mon. Let's go get that present, hm?" He lifted me up by the backs of my thighs, carrying me to his bedroom. It was dark, so he flipped on the light before setting me on the bed.

He crouched down and reached under the bed, pulling out a black poster board that was folded in half. "I've been working on this for two weeks, babe. Took me three tries just on paper to get it right.

I smiled and took the poster, unfolding it. I felt tears in my eyes almost immediately. On the black poster, there were pictures of the two of us, all put together in a collage. One of Chris and I, and two on our own. It was simple, but made my heart flutter. They were just old pictures of ourselves we sent to each other, but I loved them.

That's not all, though. He wrote quite a bit in silver, metallic marker about us, including our anniversary, July 30.

'Ricky, I don't even know where to start this. I've been so scared to open up to someone for a really long time. I'm glad I found you to talk to. I trust you with everything, beautiful. From the ugly selfies I send you, to my own secrets. You're my everything. The day we met, I knew we had something. It's like this... This burned out fire lit up again in my chest.'

I paused and let out a happy, soft sob. "Chris..."

'You remember the nightmare I had, don't you? Well, that brought me to my senses. I could hurt you, even without knowing it. I don't wanna do that. I couldn't dream of hurting somone I love so dearly. That someone is you, Ricky. You're the ying to my tang, the romance to my chemical, the moon to my stars. Sorry I have to get so poetic on you, but I can't help it. I pour out everything I feel in writing and music.

I know this entire thing is really gay and corny, but I can't help it. I truly love you, Richard Olson. I don't ever wanna lose you. I'm always here for you, and I know damn well you'll be there for me. Thick and thin, baby. Dark and light. Cold and warm. I'm running out of ideas for that metaphor. Moving on.'

I giggled and wiped at my eyes before continuing.

'I know you've been through a lot. With your mom, being with me, your homophobic shithead dad. I've been through a lot too. It's left the two of us a little fucked up, but y'know what? I'm never letting you go. Two halves make a whole, right? Yes I know, I'm being a fool.

I love you. You mean more than absolutely anything in the world to me. I know we haven't been together very long, but who the fuck cares? Why should you wait a year to tell someone you love them? This isn't a 60 day money back guarantee bullshit relationship. You're mine and I'm yours, baby. Always remember that.

I give you my heart in this ring. Keep it.'

There was an arrow pointing to a tiny Ziploc bag, holding a ring. I carefully untaped it from the poster and took out the ring. It was in the shape of a black coffin, and had a dark red heart in the center. "Ch-Chris!" I whimpered happily. "You meant all of that?" I asked, setting the poster on the bed, wrapping my arms around his crouching form.

He nodded, holding me super close and securely. "Every fucking word. I love you, Richard Olson."

I smiled as more tears slipped, kissing his neck. "I love you too, baby! So much!"

Chris lifted me up and pressed my back against the bed, hovering over me. "God, you're amazing."

"Chris."

"Yes?"

"I'm ready.."

"For what?"

I trailed my hand down to his waist, palming his length through the black denim. "Take me, Chris. I want to give my body to you. I'm ready to lose my virginity. Please."

Chris' eyes widened at at my words. "Really?"

I nodded. "Take me."

I will continue in the next chapter. 😙♡
- Ricky✌