For as long as Ricky can remember, there has been a monster living in his closet. Chris, this monster, had been assigned to kill Ricky at the age of five, but just can't seem to bring himself to kill a boy who brings him cookies every night before b...
(AN: for those of you who seek cricky this chapter is for you... and partially has plot importance so there we both win ENJOY)
Music: idfc (by Blackbear)
*Chris's POV*
A string of hot tears crept down Ricky's red cheeks as he feverishly wiped them away with the sleeve of his sweater. The bright red of his cheeks was a harsh contrast to the inky black and blue color that hung under his icy eyes. I knew those kinds of tears, i've seen them plenty of times from when Ricky talked with his mother. They were tears of horrible frustration and exhaustion.
He hooked his long fingers under the hem of his sweater and pulled it over his head, revealing his bony frame, slinging the sweater across the room and retracting back onto his bed. I watched him for the next thirty minutes until his tear-streaked eyes had closed and his fits of sporadic sobs had subsided to light snores. The pit in my stomach only grew larger as i thought about how he might never talk to me again and how he thinks i could have done something so horrible. I may have hated Ronnie with a burning passion that made my muscles tense, but i knew he was Ricky's friend so i wouldn't dare lay a clawed finger on him. He hated me, didn't he?
"C-chrisssss," A soft voice caught my attention. My eyes snapped to the sleeping figure , curled under blankets that tangled around his limbs, mouth hung slightly agape and eyebrows furrowed together. He was probably just dreaming about how i probably killed Ronnie. I wish he knew that i didn't. "Please s-stop" His teeth were clenched and face ws distraught with both ain and agony. "Chris, help!" His shout was hoarse and tore at his throat in wretched strains, it made my blood run cold... or colder than it already was. His clenched fists pulled at his long loks of hair.
In an instant i was at the side of his bed, kneeling before the boy i knew for longer than i could rememer. "Chris," He wimpered again, eyes still shut with sleep.
"I'm here." I assured, gently guiding his clenched fist away from his hair so he wouldn't hurt himself. "I'm always here." Ricky tenderly squinted his eyes open, shaded by the dark of the room.
"C-chris?" He didn't seem the slightest bit angry with me, if anything, he seemed... desperate. "Can you..." He pulled the blankets up over his mouth to hide the slight blush that was crossing his cheeks. "L-lay with me. I cant sleep." He quickly explained.
I gave him a soft smile and did as i was told, laying on the other side of him in his creaky little bed, my chest pressed against his pale back. Relaxing instantly, his body molded perfectly against mine. Hesitantly, I brushed my fingertips up his arm until his skin was dotted with cute little goosebumps. Oh how i wanted this so badly. My mind started to cloud with desire as my hands just wanted to wander his body, but i controlled myself. I settled for running my fingers down his forearm until my fingers were interlocked with his infront of both of our bodies, his skin warm against my own.
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I just wanted to keep him safe and that was exactly what i was going to do. He curved his spine so that his ass was pressed firmly against my hips and i tensed up. "Okay, Ricky, you're not exactly helping my situation." He lauhed sleepily and sighed with his eyes closed. "Go to sleep." I hummed, dusting a few soft kisses across his throat and shoulder blade, before finally bringing our clasped hands up to my lips where i pressed a long kissed to his oddly bruised and bloody knuckles.
"I'm still mad at you." He murmured with a scoff.
"Sure, you are." I chuckled, kissing the back of his neck one last time.
