Validation (A Cricky Fan Fiction)(REWRITING.)

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The morning light shone through the misted curtain, shining directly into Ricky's eyes. He stirred as he slowly regained consciousness, the giant star of flames in the sky burning his eyelids. He opened his eyes and immediately jolted up, unaware of his surroundings.

The painful throb of his headache seemed to be merciless as he felt his skull would burst open at any second. He looked around the room, trying to find something familiar so he could piece together where he was. A glass of orange juice caught the corner of his eye, along with what seemed to be a note. Ricky looked over at the side table and saw painkillers with the orange juice and two signs that read 'eat me' and 'drink me'.

He took the painkillers with the orange juice and sighed. After having no recollection of what happened the night before, he was worried beyond belief. What did he do? Or who did he do? Did someone take advantage of him? Did he leave with someone?

A click and a buzz of a lock startled Ricky out of his thoughts. He looked over as the door opened. And of course, it just had to be Chris Cerulli. The one person he really couldn't stand at that particular point in time. Sweat dripped down his forehead onto his soaked shirt. His arm veins pulsing through his skin. He smiled over at Ricky as he caught his breath. He downed half a bottle of water before actually speaking.

"Good morning, Ricky. How're you feeling?"

"Better than I deserve." He grumbled.

Chris sat down on the small couch and lifted up the metal tray, seeing the toast and bacon with butter.

"D-did you put me to bed?" Ricky asked, growing weary as Chris hummed.

"A-and you undressed me?" He stuttered.

"Well. I didn't have much choice."

Ricky almost cowered at the fire in his eyes.

"Where'd you sleep?"

Chris pointed over to the other side of Ricky, smiling as he remembered how it felt to embrace someone.

"Oh god. We didn't? Did we?"

"Necrophilia isn't my thing. I may have written two songs about it but I'd prefer my sexual partner to be alive when I have sex with them." He smiled.

"So we just slept then?" Ricky asked, sounding a little disappointed. Of course he wanted to have sex with Chris, he just wanted to remember it.

"There were plenty of reasons why I didn't take advantage of you. But to make you feel better, we did kinda cuddle. Now you need to eat. I had Taylor pick you up some clothes." Chris said, handing a plate of buttered toast over to Ricky.

"Who's Taylor?"

"My sex slave who does everything I ask him to." Chris replied, trying his best to keep a straight face.

The look on Ricky's face was priceless. He was mortified to say the least.

"I'm kidding. He's my driver."

"Oh. Thank you. You didn't have to do that." Ricky sighed with a mouthful of toast.

"Yeah I did. Yours were covered in vomit."

His eyes widened at Chris' abruptness. Also in shock that he'd gotten that drunk. Well, he did black out.

"You shouldn't have drank that much last night. I'm all for testing the limits, but you put yourself at risk last night."