The sun shines through the window of the hotel room. There's not a cloud in the great English sky today. It's a beautiful day. Ricky and Stephen wake up to the nearly blinding sun. Steve reaches for his glasses. "Can't... see..." He mutters.
Ricky sits on the edge of the bed. "That wasn't so bad, was it? I told you you'd wake up fresh as a daisy!" He said, knowing he was right.
"It was fine. I couldn't seem to fall asleep for about an hour or so, I wonder why?" Stephen inquired.
"Strange?" Ricky took off his pajamas and put on- you guessed it- a white t-shirt and an orange v-neck sweater over it. He almost forgot Steve was looking straight at him. "Uhh- Ricky?" He said, with an expression that screamed "Why?" on his face.
Ricky blushed intensely, quickly putting on his pants. "Oh! Uhh- shoot-"
Steve also blushed, resulting in an incredibly awkward moment. "I-It's fine? As a matter of fact, I can get ready in here as well?" He took off his pajamas and replaced them with his usual outfit: a green long sleeved polo, pale jeans, and red high-top sneakers. Ricky's whole face went red the moment Steve's shirt went off. He noticed that he may have been hitting the gym recently. He noticed his pecs, his abs, and his "happy trail". He hoped his eyes weren't fooling him when he noticed his "sword of justice". It was huge!
While Steve was tying his shoes, he noticed Ricky checking him out. "Ricky? Um, is everything okay? Why are you looking at me like that?" He asked.
Ricky covered his eyes and looked in the other direction, frowning. "Everything's fine! Carry on!"
But, it was not fine. How was Ricky going to come clean to Stephen? Or will he ever come clean?
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Just Watching The Football | RICKY GERVAIS X STEPHEN MERCHANT
Hayran Kurgu"So we sat on the bed together, and we thought that was a bit intense, so I put a line of pillows down." "I don't understand why, even if you put a line of pillows between us. Now, he knows I'm not gonna jump on it." "I know!" "He's not gonna jump o...
