Dirty little secret [C]

Chapter fifteen: Planes

Chris whimpered as he felt hands on him. It wasn't a bad feeling. It was quite enjoyable to the goth man except he was tired. Chris tried to roll away, frowning as he just rolled into someone. He slowly felt their chest, biting his lip.

"Not Kuza." He muttered.

"No. I'm over here sweetie." Kuza chuckled. Chris slowly looked up, blushing as his gaze met Ryan's. "we needed you up. It's time for breakfast."

"I'm not hungry." Chris yawned. "Just tired."

"You're eating Chris. You barely ate last night."

"I'm tired Kuza. Please can I just sleep?" Chris begged. He clung to Ryan, pouting. Chris wrapped his legs around one of Ryan's and arms around the man's torso.

"I will not protect you. Kuza scares me."

"I'm not scary." Kuza sighed.

"Let's go explore your house." Ryan chuckled. "He collects weird shit."

"I know." Chris yawned. "It's actually cool stuff."

"I'm gonna make pancakes and we're all eating so we can talk about this situation we have going on here." Kuza sighed as he stood up. "Ryan, get him up and downstairs."

"Okay." Ryan sighed as Kuza left. "You heard him Chris, let's go."

"I don't want to Ryan." Chris whispered.

"Please. I'll do a favor for you."

"What kinda favor?"

"Any kind."

"Okay." Chris chirped as he jumped out of bed. Ryan chuckled as he slowly followed Chris downstairs.

"Kuza, I'm a genius." Ryan smirked.

"No you're not." Kuza stated. He was in the midst of mixing ingredients together. "Chris, sit."

"I wanna help you." Chris yawned, running a hand through his hair.

"I will have Ryan spank you." Chris whined as he sat at the bar, laying his head on his arms. "Good boy. Now we need to talk about our... Situation I guess. Ryan doesn't want to just fuck you. Ryan close your mouth, a blind man could see this." Kuza sighed. "Honestly, having you around wouldn't be a bad thing. It'd help a lot."

"How would I help? I legit don't work."

"I... I have a trip I have to take." Kuza muttered. He closed his eyes as he heard Chris whimper. "I'll just be a week but still. I don't want Chris here alone. Think of it as a trial run. If Chris is comfortable with you then you can... Be with us."

Ryan smiled, biting his lip. "Thank you Kuza. I won't disappoint you. I promise." Chris slowly looked up, sniffling.

"I want you to stay." Chris whispered.

"I can't." Kuza whispered. He carried a plate of finished pancakes to Chris. "It's a very important photo shoot Chrissy. I'm going to be on the cover of a very, very big magazine. I promise I'll be on the first flight back as soon as I can." Kuza gently kissed Chris, both men trying to memorize the feeling of the other.

"Ryan is staying?" Chris mumbled.

"Yes. He'll stay and take care of you."

"I won't let anything hurt him Kuza. When are you leaving?"

"Two hours I go to the airport."

"You waited till now to tell me?!" Chris growled, glaring at him.

"It was last minute. I got the call this morning." Kuza sighed. "I wish it was at a better time and I wish I could ignore this but I can't Chris."

"I-I understand." Chris whispered. He hurried to Kuza, wrapping his arms around the man's neck. "I'm sorry I just..."

"Gaia cheated on him during a photo shoot." Ryan muttered. "You won't but Chris needs the reassurance."

"Why didn't you tell me Chris? It would've made it a lot easier to understand that outburst. I was about ready to punish you." Kuza chuckled. "No yelling at me sweetie. Also, I hate seeing you with clothes on."

"Ryan is here." Chris muttered, blushing.

"And Ryan doesn't care. A rule is a rule, but the rules will change while Ryan is here. If Ryan is with us then the rules will definitely change. Understand?"

"Yes sir." Chris whispered. "I'm gonna miss you."

"I'm gonna miss you too sweetie." Kuza murmured, looking Ryan over Chris's shoulder. "You, go get dressed and ready. I'm gonna need help."

**sad whoosh**

Kuza let out a small groan as he tried pry Chris's arms off him. Ryan frowned in concentration as he gently tugged on Chris's arm. "Christopher, let go. I have to go."

Chris let out a small whine, burying his face in Kuza's chest. "No." He he groaned. "I need you."

"Ryan is here. He'll take care of you baby, I promise." Kuza whispered. People were staring as they walked past the strange trio.

"Please Chrissy, Kuza has to go and do his thing."

"I'll Skype you when I land in California. I promise."

Chris shuffled, slowly go of Kuza. "Promise?"

"I swear on my life little one." Kuza chuckled as he gently kissed Chris. "I... I love you." Kuza whispered. "You don't have to say it back. I just needed to tell you. I'm sorry." Kuza whispered as he quickly walked onto the plane.

Chris watched with wide eyes as he watched Kuza leave him. He turned to Ryan, small tears in his eyes. He let out a soft whimper, clinging to the shorter man. Ryan stayed silent as he helped Chris out the airport. He buckled Chris into the passenger seat.

"Chris, talk to me."

"He didn't let me talk." He whispered.

"Do you love him?"

"Yes." Chris choked on the small word, tears starting to fall. "Yes! Fuck!" He growled. "I-I pro-promised myself I-I wouldn't!"

"Well you messed that up." Ryan chuckled. He gently kissed Chris's cheek. "It's okay. Tell him when you guys skype."

"No. Not over skype." He whispered. "When he comes home I'll tell him."

"A cute surprise."

"Yeah." Chris nodded. "Let's go home Ry."