Break Me Instead|Ghorror

[2: Loving Touch]

Devin politely took Ricky home with him that night. He felt awful about what his friends had done, and wanted to make up for it.

Ricky sat against the wall, dark hair in his face and knees to his chest. "I'm so tired of this!" He whimpered, causing Devin to frown.

Devin lightly pushed a bit of hair behind Ricky's ear. He sighed softly, looking hurt as his heart sank. "Ricky, I'm tired of them treating you like this, too. Is there anything I could do to help? Anything at all, Baby, and I'll help."

Ricky blushed, watery blue eyes looking up at Devin shyly. "Y-You called me baby... I liked it." He admitted, to which Devin smiled. "Devin, will you lay with me? I know you can do much better than me, and it's probably fucking disgusting to lay with someone as hideous as I-"

"Ricky, no! You're insanely gorgeous, have you fucking seen yourself?!" He rambled. "Your eyes are fucking gorgeous on their own, they're always so fucking blue like crystals. Your lips, th-they're so plump, so pretty, so-"

Ricky made a daring move and sat up, catching Devin's lips in a passionate kiss. Devin melted, cupping Ricky's cheek before they pulled away.

"So soft..." He murmured, blushing like mad. "Wh-Why'd you do that?" The feminine teen asked.

Ricky was still red, looking innocent and frail. "I-I-I dunno! You just looked really pretty, and..." He covered his face in his hands, "oh, God, I'm sorry!"

Ricky stood up, his hoodie-covered hands raised in defense. "No, Ricky, don't worry about it," Devin soothed, lightly pulling the scared goth's hands down to his sides. "Let's go lay down, okay?"

Ricky nodded hesitantly, following Devin upstairs. Devin's room was decorated with many posters, the most noticeable thing on the wall being a large rainbow pride flag reading 'LGBT+ PRIDE'.

Ricky looked mesmerized once he laid eyes on the makeup collection Devin had. "Holy shit! Do you use all of this stuff?"

Devin giggled. "Back in my drag days, I did. I still use most of it. Why, you like makeup?"

Ricky managed to crack a smile. "Pfft, just the drugstore shit. I suck at it, anyway."

"No way, you have nice natural brows." Devin countered, unstuffing his bra as he spoke. "You don't mind that I sleep in my panties, do you?"

Ricky shook his head, looking too enthusiastic. I mean, who wouldn't be? Devin Sola, taking him home, kissing him (although Ricky kissed first), then stripping down for bed? "No, I don't mind at all, Dev,"

Devin nodded, turning his back to Ricky. He pointed at the zipper on his dress, a silent plea for assistance.

Ricky stepped over and grabbed the small zipper, dragging it down. The dress opened, revealing gorgeous pale skin beneath the fabric. Ricky swallowed nervously. "J-Jesus..."

Devin didn't hear him, simply carrying on with undressing. After taking off the dress, he took off his shoes and bra. "Alright, go get comfy, Ricky. Strip down if you want, we're both boys. Well, I don't even remember if I'm a dude or not." He joked.

Ricky chuckled, slipping out of his damp hoodie and shirt, then his shoes and jeans. He wore a pair of regular boxers, which made his legs look skinnier than they really were. On his chest, he had a pair of tattoos. He was the only one who had seem them up until Devin turned around.

He gasped and smiled. "Awwh! Pretty!" He gushed. He turned to show Ricky a permanent drawing of Jack Skellington. "You couldn't see it 'cause of my dress. I love Tim Burton."

Ricky grinned, nodding as he traced his fingers along the tattoo. "It's beautiful, Devin, much like yourself."

"Oh hush," Devin giggled, playfully pushing Ricky onto the bed. "Lemme clean off my makeup, then I'll clean up that gnarly cut, 'kay?"

Ricky nodded, still looking at the beauty in front of him. He let his eyes wander, biting his lip when he gazed at Devin's ass. He didn't realize he was staring until Devin spoke again.

"It's real, Babe." He teased, pulling his panties to the side a little to show his ass. "Like what you see?"

Ricky went bright red, covering his face. "Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean to stare, I was just looking!" He rambled, eyes wide.

Devin giggled, turning after he'd removed all of his makeup. "You're too cute, Ricky." He mused, taking the smaller goth's hands and leading him into the bathroom. "Sit on the counter, I have a first aid kit."

Ricky did as told, then tugged at his piercing. "Thank you for taking me home." He whispered. "It means a lot."

Devin felt a twinge in his chest, biting his lip and giving a nod. "N-No worries," he muttered.

Devin cleaned up the cut on Ricky's cheek, gently kissing it. Ricky blushed like he always did, setting his hands on Devin's shoulders. "You're perfect." The smaller whispered.

Devin held back a whimper, then hugged Ricky tightly. "I'm so sorry. If I ever hurt you, I apologize in advance, I do... I really care about you, I swear."

Ricky nodded, nuzzling into Devin's arms. "I care about you too, Devin, I have since... Fuck, the sixth grade. I always thought you were so pretty, and you were so kind to others." He explained.

Devin led Ricky back into the bedroom, getting into bed with him. He snuggled close, resting his head on Ricky's chest and draping a smooth leg over his hips. "Get some sleep, Ricky."

Ricky was already out like a light. He had one arm wrapped around Devin's middle, the other flopped onto the sheets.

Devin snickered softly, pulling the black fluffy duvet up over their bodies. The blanket was pulled to Dev's chin, which covered up his body. It only covered to just above Ricky's bicep, but Ricky wasn't awake to care.

"I'm sorry to do this to you." Devin whispered.