Dirty little secret [C]

Chapter eighteen: Belonging

Chris frowned as he woke up. His left hand was handcuffed to the headboard. He tugged on his, gnawing on his bottom lip as he struggled to get undone. He whimpered, finally giving up after a good five minutes.

"Kuza!" He yelled, closing his eyes. "Kuza let me go!" Chris let out a relieved sigh as he heard someone walk towards him.

"I can't."

"Why not?!" Chris growled, glaring at him.

"You'll... We talked to Ricky. He went to your house to get your meds and then he'll be here. We need to talk anyway." Kuza sighed. "Yes Ryan you can come in too." Chris turned away from both men, his face red from anger.

"Talk about what?" He snit.

"You're taking bipolar meds. Why didn't you tell me?"

"I didn't need them anymore!" Chris yelled, yanking on the cuff in anger. "I was happy with you! That's all I needed." He trailed off in a whisper, small tears forming.

"Sweetie you can't just stop taking your pills." Ryan sighed, gently placing a hand on Chris's thigh. "They're there to help you. To keep you stable. Kuza isn't a drug, Chris. Those aren't even really drugs. They help make your brain chemicals balanced."

"You're going to start taking them again okay? We think that's why what happened today happened. If not then we'll find you a nice therapist. I have plenty of friends and I can ask around." Kuza smiled.

"No. No more doctors please." Chris begged, shaking his head.

"What's wrong with..."

"Sir, there's a man at the door for you."

"Let him in Maria. Bring him up here." Kuza sighed. Chris managed to pull himself up and curl into a ball against the headboard.

Ricky ran into the room, breathing heavily. He clutched an orange pill bottle in one hand, a naked juice in the other. "Christopher Cerulli, I'm gonna kill you."

"Ricky no." Chris whispered.

"You two stand back okay? Don't interfere no matter what happens. He's done this before with me." Ricky sighed. "If he doesn't take his medicine and he hits a low he'll try to kill himself. I can't let that happen Chris. You know that."

"They give me fake emotions." Chris whined, hiding his face.

"No they help stabilize your emotions so you don't get really sad or angry or depressed." Ricky sighed. Kuza and Ryan moved the other side of the room, their eyes wide as they watched Ricky basically man handle the man onto his back. Ricky straddled Chris's thighs, gripping his chin. "You're taking your medicine."

"No!" Chris quickly pressed his lips together, turning his face from Ricky. The shorter man had the pills in his hand already.

"Fine. Hard way then." Ricky sighed. He pinched Chris's nose closed, frowning as he waited for the man breath. Once Chris gasped for air Ricky dropped the pills into his mouth. He quickly covered Chris's mouth, managing to open the bottle of juice with one hand. "Don't you dare fucking spit them out. I am not having another friend die Chris! I mean it!"

Chris let out a soft whimper, the pills slightly dissolving on his tongue. He was grateful when Ricky helped him drink the juice. He leaned back, opening his mouth for Ricky to check. Ricky frowned as he used his own fingers to check the man's mouth, not trusting him.

"You did good. This was too much of a struggle." Ricky sighed. "Now listen to me when I tell you that I'll do worse than this if I ever have to drive my shitty as fuck car in this rich ass neighborhood again. Understand me?"

"I'm sorry Ricky."

"Oh you're going to sorry during Halloween." Ricky climbed off Chris, turning to Kuza and Ryan. "Ryan, don't you dare tell Kuza about... You know who until Chris is ready. It's why he won't drive and does this. You're not him. He doesn't understand that." Ricky sighed, shaking his head. "Chris is my best friend. I need him safe and I trust you Kuza. I trust you a lot. He takes two of these every day at night. They make him drowsy so it's better at night. I also brought his anxiety pills. He takes those as needed. Did he eat?"

"No." Kuza whispered, still stunned. "How are you that strong? You're so small."

"It's all muscle." Ricky shrugged. "Give him something small to eat. Toast will be fine. He can't take mood stabilizers on an empty stomach. He'll get nauseous." Kuza nodded as Ricky left. Ryan sniffled as he laid next to Chris, kissing his cheek.

**whoosh whoosh**

Chris woke up groggy. There was light coming in from under the door. Chris gently rolled over, someone holding him. He looked Ryan, placing a hand on the man's cheek.

"You're awake." Ryan whispered, not opening him eyes. Chris didn't respond as he relaxed. "Go back to sleep. You need it. Kuza's gonna be back in a moment."

"I... Feel funny." Chris slurred. Ryan slowly looked down at him, his eyes red from crying.

"It's your medicine. You'll feel normal once you get used to taking it again."

"No." Chris whined, burying his face in Ryan's chest. He whimpered as he felt Kuza lay behind him. "No more medicine."

"It's only at night baby." Kuza whispered. "You basically slept the day away. We love you Chris. We don't want you hurt."

"I won't be hurt!" Chris yelled. He whimpered as he felt Kuza spank him.

"Don't yell." Kuza stated. "Talk calmly."

"Sorry." Chris whispered.

"I don't want you working anymore. I can understand if you do still want to. I won't make you quit, it's your choice."

"I like my job. Distracts me." Chris whispered.

"Keep it then. I won't make you quit." Kuza chuckled. "You're adorable Chris. So so cute. And all mine."

"Mine too." Ryan whined, gently pulling Chris against him. "Chris, I wanna make you happy. We both do but to do that you have to work for it also. Meaning you have to stay on your pills."

"We wouldn't want to hurt you. You're out precious little baby."

Chris blushed, relaxing between the two men. He let his eyes slip shut, smiling as one of hem covered him with a blanket.

**

"Think he's asleep?"

"Mhm." Kuza hummed.

"We should take him to the zoo."

"Why?"

"You think he's a little so let's uh see. He may not even know he wants something like that Kuza. We can just see how he acts."

"Why not just ask him?"

"He'll get defensive and think we're accusing him of it. He'll probably think it's a bad thing. We need him to be comfortable." Ryan sighed. "Please actually use your brain Kuza."

"I'm tired." Kuza hissed. "If Chris is a little then we'll be his daddies. If he isn't then he isn't. Nothing sexual till he's back to his usual self."

"I know." Ryan grumbled. They both froze as Chris shuffled in his sleep. The man simply rolled onto his side, clinging to Kuza. "Well we know who he likes more."

"He likes us equally."

"I know. I like sounding pathetic though. Usually makes you fuck me."

"Later. Now is not the time."

"I know. Good night Kuza." Ryan whispered. "I love you."

"I love you too." Kuza whispered, smiling as he watched Chris and Ryan sleep.

I need to stop with the emotional shit. We gonna have some happy shit soon. 💩💩💩