Validation (A Cricky Fan Fiction)(REWRITING.)

XIV

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Song Chris plays is above: Gymnopédie No.1 by Satie

The two walked down the stairs after viewing the bedroom Ricky would be staying in if he agreed to do this. Their conversation still ongoing about the dominant and submissive roles.

"But what if I don't want anything to do with this?" Ricky asked.

"Then I'd completely understand."

"But then we wouldn't have any form of relationship at all."

"This is the only relationship I have." Chris sadly admitted.

"Why?" Ricky asked.

Chris reached forward and grabbed Ricky's hand, more of a comforting gesture than romantic.

"Because it's the way I am."

The two walked to the step, Ricky sitting down with Chris, still hand in hand.

"When you said 'negotiate the terms', what did you mean by that?"

"I already have a contract planned and printed. It's fairly detailed. If you would review it, and then we'd negotiate what you're comfortable and not comfortable with. What you'd be willing and not willing to try."

"And how would I know what I'd be willing to try?"

"Well, when you had sex. Was there anything you didn't like or wanted to do?"

Ricky just looked away. He dreaded this so much. He never really wanted to admit that he hasn't done anything before to Chris. Now he was even more nervous after seeing everything.

"We have to be honest with each other for this to work."

"I-I Uh, wouldn't know."

"What do you mean?" Chris asked as he was genuinely confused.

"Because I haven't. I-i haven't."

"You're still a virgin?" Chris asked again, astonished he was still a virgin. He thought. He knew Ricky had guys lining up for him, yet he still hasn't cracked the barrel.

They both stuttered after one another. Nervousness being Ricky's main point and surprise being Chris'.

"Y-you've done other things right?"

"M-me and Ryan used to be friends with benefits but we never really did anything."

"What did you do?"

"O-oh. Um. W-we made out and we've blown each other, nothing else beyond that really."

Chris placed his hand on the side of Ricky's neck, caressing his cheek with his thumb. He eventually placed both hands on either side.

"Where have you been?" Chris said before gently placing his lips onto Ricky's.

He eventually pulled away, standing up and pulling Ricky up with him.

"What are we doing?"

"Reevaluating the situation, mon amour."

"Mon amour? I thought you weren't the one for romance, Mr. Cerulli." Ricky teased.

By that time, they'd reached Chris' bedroom. He opened the door and picked Ricky up, throwing him onto the bed.

"I'm not. So shut the fuck up and let me fuck you." Chris growled down at him, reminding him of his place.

Chris smashed his lips onto Ricky's after taking off both of their shirts. Slowly, he moved down to his neck and chest, leaving dark red and purple marks that were heavily noticeable against his pale skin. Whilst Chris was giving Ricky the pleasure he's wanted for weeks, he slowly worked on unbuttoning his jeans, throwing them mercilessly across the room.