You're My Gorgeous Nightmare

Hey, Ronnie

Craig's POV:

It's been two years since the Bury the Hatchet tour, two years since I've seen Ronnie. We've kept in touch all this time, but never really met up since. I think it's time we hang out again.

I picked up my phone to call Ronnie, only to find a missed text from him.

Ronnie: Yo, What's up? Wanna hang tomorrow?

I smiled and replied,

Sure!

Not even a minute later, I received a text back.

Ronnie: Change of plans. What are you dong tonight?

Nothing. Why?

Ronnie: Wanna hang tonight instead?

Fuck yeah!

Ronnie: Good! :) I'll be there in a half hour.

K. See you then, bro!

Soon after I sent that last text, I jumped into the shower. I thought of Ronnie. Yes, sexually. The way he walked. The way he spoke. How he might feel against my body.

Damn it, Craig! Stop thinking of this shit! Even if he were bisexual, Ronnie would never go for someone like you. But...what if he would. What if Ronnie Radke is bisexual? No, he's never gonna go for me.

Shortly after I got dressed again, I heard the doorbell. It was Ronnie.

"Hey, man! What's up?" I said as I opened the door and gave Ronnie a bear hug.

"Not much, missing you" he said as he hugged me back. I never wanted him to let go.

"C'min! Wanna watch a movie? Or is there something else you have planned?"

"Nah, I just wanted to talk." He looked into my eyes with a comforting look. Those soft, beautiful brown eyes. God, motherfucking Damn it! Stop thinking of Ronnie like that!

"What did you wanna talk about?" I asked, a little confused.

"Well, there's this guy I find attractive." he began. My heart sunk. I knew he's not talking about me. "Problem is, he's straight. I just don't know what to do." He looked at me, almost in tears. That's when I made my move. I knew he didn't like me like that, I knew he was talking about someone else. I don't know why I did it, but I leaned in to kiss him.

As our lips touched, I could feel him flinch a bit. Ten, he did the unexpected. He kissed back. I deepened the kiss by placing one hand on the back of Ronnie's head, while placing the other on his lap, running my hand up his leg.

"Should we take this to bed?" he asked, breaking the kiss.

"Of course! What fun would it be down here?" I replied. Soon after, I Felt myself being lifted up by  Ronnie. He carried me upstairs into my bedroom and put me down on the bed, still kissing me. We broke the kiss only long enough to remove our shirts. I felt Ronnie run his hand down my stomach as I felt my jeans get tighter. Ronnie then slid his hand inside my jeans, grabbing me.

Sorry, but that's as far into detail as I'm willing to go. I'll let your imaginations run wild.