Validation (A Cricky Fan Fiction)(REWRITING.)

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Ricky opened the door to his new apartment, music loud in his ears and a basket full of clean laundry. He walked down the dark hallway whilst mumbling the words to Simple Man by Shinedown. He walked into his bedroom and placed the basket of clothes on a grass-woven chair beside his bed. His singing got louder and louder, and his boyfriends surprise to his voice grew even more.

Chris walked around the corner after letting himself in about an hour ago, holding a bottle of champagne, a wine glass of ice and another glass that was empty. Ricky turned around without realising Chris was behind him and jumped when he saw the tall man by the foot of his bed, only a metre away from Ricky. He took out his earbuds quickly, glaring at Chris for just letting himself in.

"Jesus Chris, can't you wait for people to get home? Or do you like to just let yourself into strangers houses too?"

"Well we might as well be strangers from what you sent me earlier." Chris spat, not realising the joke.

"It's been nice knowing you. It was nice knowing me, was it?" He continued.

Ricky chuckled lightly, unaware of where this was going to go. Chris walked over to the nightstand and placed the items he had in his hand down. He grabbed Ricky's arm and pulled him harshly to his chest, making Ricky gasp at his bluntness.

"You have no idea what I'm capable of. I can make you cum faster and better than anyone you'll ever come in contact with." Chris growled in Ricky's ear.

"Prove it then." Ricky whispered.

Chris forcefully pushed Ricky down onto the bed behind him, his head almost hitting the metal bars of the head board. He pulled out the same grey tie from his pocket and straddled Ricky's stomach as he tied his hands to the cold bars. He hoisted his legs over the side of the bed and stood up. He grabbed the bottle of champagne and poured a glass, taking a few sips before he put the glass down. He held the liquid in his mouth as he climbed back onto Ricky.

Chris leaned down to kiss him, spitting the liquid into Ricky's mouth instead. The champagne ran down the side of his face, leaving a sticky trail as it quickly dried. He pulled up Ricky's shirt, rolling it passed his arms to his eyes as a blindfold.

Chris took a small ice cube between his teeth, running it down Ricky's neck to his nipples. The sudden blunt temperature made Ricky moan and shudder. He slipped the ice cube passed his lips and let it slide into Ricky's bellybutton. The ice was incredibly cold against Ricky's warm body, it almost burned ironically.

Chris caressed Ricky's sides as he made his way to the elastic of his leggings. He hooked his fingers underneath the band and forcefully ripped them off his legs. He crawled back up to meet Ricky's blindfolded eyes, leaning down and kissing him harshly. Chris continued his trail down Ricky's neck and chest and down further to his hips.

Ricky, by no means, had the 'perfect body'. He wasn't the person to find a 6-pack attractive, so he's never tried. He had a pigeon chest, his body layout had awkward proportions but it suited him. He'd look like a goth barbie if his body looked like a model. He's always hated those little dolls, they're just annoying and creepy. Ricky was just happy that he was skinny, he's never really given too much thought on the way his body looked.

Chris sat up, gazing his eyes over Ricky's figure.

"What did I ever do to deserve you, mi diablita?" Chris whispered to himself, hoping Ricky wouldn't hear his own doubts.

Chris continued to run his hands along Ricky's chest and sides, eventually gripping Ricky's hips and flipping his over to his knees.

"Let's skip the cinematic foreplay, I wanna fuck." He growled.