Validation (A Cricky Fan Fiction)(REWRITING.)

XVI

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Ricky stood in front of the bath, turning off the water flow from the freestanding tap before even thinking about getting undressed. He jumped as he felt something light hit his back, turning around to see Chris in his underwear smirking. He looked down to see that the object was the balled up shirt Chris was wearing earlier.

Ricky laughed and quickly took off the oversized Metallica shirt as Chris was getting into the bath. He waited until Chris got into a comfortable position before stepping in himself and laying his head on Chris' chest. Chris grabbed the sea sponge from the small marble table beside the freestanding bath and soaked it in water before squeezing the water over Ricky's chest.

That's how they stayed as moments passed. They laid and relaxed in the warm water until they started to turn into prunes. Chris got out of the bath first and picked Ricky up effortlessly before placing him on the fluffy bath mat. Ricky grabbed the towel from Chris' hands and wrapped it around his shoulders like a cape.

They walked out of the bathroom and into Chris' room. Chris pulled Ricky close and kissed him gently, as gently as a grown man with horrible control issues can. He pulled back and placed his hands on the smaller boys shoulders.

"Do you trust me?" He asked gently.

Ricky simply just nodded, gasping quietly as Chris pulled down his towel. The cold air hit his wet body like a light slap to the face. It was slightly unsettling but it was nice. He then took out the pin holding Ricky's hair in a bun, staring is awe as the long back strands fell down his back.

"Stay here." Chris ordered softly.

Ricky just complied and started as he walked away. Chris walked into his wardrobe room and got one of his many grey ties out of the tightly organised draw. He walked back out to Ricky and smirked as Ricky wouldn't stop staring.

"Hold out your wrists."

Ricky did as so, holding out his arms as Chris tied the tie around them. Not once did he break eye contact with Ricky as he tied the knot. He pushed Ricky back onto the bed and forced his arms above his head.

"Keep them there. Do you understand?" Chris growled.

Ricky nodded, obviously not the answer Chris wanted.

"I said, do you understand?"

"I won't move my arms."

"Good kitten."

Chris slowly moved down Ricky's body, making light kisses down his chest. Ricky's breath hitched and darkened as Chris got closer to his belly. Without thinking, he moved his arms around Chris' neck.

"Stay still." Chris whispered as he pushed Ricky's arms up.

Chris continued his light assault down Ricky's abdomen, Ricky gripping the sheets as hard as possible.

"Say yes." Chris spoke.

"Say yes to what?"

"To be mine."

Chris could hear his name being called, shaking it off as someone down on the street. He heard it again but louder, recognising the voice as his mother.