Validation (A Cricky Fan Fiction)(REWRITING.)

XXIV

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The two made it to Ricky's apartment, Ricky getting changed into a more comfortable outfit. Having a bottle of non alcoholic sparkling white wine and their hopes as high as possible. Ricky had no wine glasses, as he never had a use for them. They used teacups instead. Chris popped the cork on the bottle and poured it into the cups.

"To celebrate your graduation, among other things." Chris spoke as he filled the other cup.

Ricky just smiled and rolled his eyes at his excitement.

"Roll your eyes like that again, and I'll take you across my knee."

"Oh." Ricky said, shocked at his abruptness. Even though he didn't expect any less.

Chris took a cup and took a sip, as did Ricky. He wasn't even able to swallow the mouthful until something else came up. The buzzer for his door sounded, startling him. Chris put his cup down, grabbing Ricky's now free hand and gently pulling him to the door.

"Come on. I have something to show you."

"Chris, I have no pants on. I cant go out there like this."

"Your hoodie is long enough to cover your legs, no one will care."

Chris pulled Ricky to the front door and eventually out the front of the apartment complex. A bright red Audi S6 stood at the curb. Taylor handed Chris the keys, much to Ricky's confusion.

"Nice. Doesn't seem like your style though." Ricky commented.

"That's because it's not. Happy graduation, Ricky." Chris said, handing the keys over to Ricky.

"Oh my god. Chris. That's a car."

"You don't miss much, do you?" He smirked.

"Thank you. But I can't. This. I."

"Don't you like it?"

"Of course I like it. But I have a car..."

Ricky trailed off, seeing his old Impala not there anymore. He felt like bursting into tears at that moment. The Impala meant so much to him.

"Chris. Where did the Impala go?"

"It's in one of my garages up north. I didn't sell it, I know how much it meant to you."

"Ugh Chris, this is way too much. I-."

"Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Chris interrupted.

Ricky just stood still, not knowing if he did or not. Chris grabbed his arm and pulled him inside. He pulled him inside the door and shut it with a huff, walking over to the couch and pulling Ricky over his knees.

"Do you understand why I'm doing this?"

"Because I rolled my eyes." Ricky said, fighting a smile at Chris' seriousness.

"And is that polite?"

Ricky let a small laugh sneak through, biting his lip under the harsh glare of the taller man above him.

"No."

"Excuse me?"

Please don't make me say it. Oh shit he's gonna make me say it.

"No Sir."

Chris smirked to himself, slowly pulling the hoodie up to his back. He rubbed the palm of his hand across the smaller boys ass, feeling him shudder.

Ricky jolted forward with each hit as they got harder every time. He found himself enjoying the light sting and he hated himself for it.

"Do you want more?" Chris smirked, noticing the pleasure it gave him.

Ricky just smiled and huffed, letting out a small yelp as Chris' hand swung through the air.

"Welcome to my world." He continued.

Chris exhaled heavily as he pulled Ricky up to his own knees, leaning down to kiss the small goth. He got up and picked up his jacket, explaining that he had some things at the office to attend to. He said his goodbyes and rushed out the door, leaving Ricky sad and kinda horny.