Figuring it Out (A Rickian Story)

A Little Romance Part 2

Ricky's POV

I am wrestless in my bed without Kian, in a way I didn't expect and I struggle to get to sleep. I am sorely tempted to go get in his bed next to him and cuddle up as we have before. But I know this is the right choice for us and yearning for him makes our next date even more special. Finally I drift off but its anything but peaceful....

Suddenly I am back at a church and at a funeral and everyone is crying. There's JC, and Connor, and Trevor, and wait...I realize to my horror that it's a funeral for Kian. How could I lose Kian? I start crying and no-one comforts me...

I wake up with a start in a cold sweat. I strip off my soaked shirt and get up and drink some water and wash my face. I have to do it. Like last night I creep down the hall to Kian's room, listen to the silence and then slowly open the door and observe Kian sleeping peacefully. Irrationally I am relieved that he is there, and alive, and ok. I watch him for a few moments and my heart melts. How lucky am I?

I close his door quietly and notice down the hall that Connor's light is on. I here voices in his room, "Awww, I miss you so much. But what can we do? We'll see each other soon, so no sad faces." Connor must be on skype...and maybe with his girlfriend? I am desperately tempted to listen longer but it would be wrong to invade his privacy so I head back to my room and try to sleep. It's a struggle.

The next two days and nights went similarly and I don't know why I am torturing myself. Kian and I both had lots to do. We even worked on videos plus he went to visit his Mom for a day. So we put our second date off a few days, which sucked. Not enough cuddling time. It did give me time to plan and with Connor gone, I didn't get a lot of help. I decided to focus on a couple of Kian's favorite things, hiking and beautiful views.

Kian's POV

"We are going where today?" I ask Ricky to repeat what he had just said because it surprised me.

"Hiking, I picked this neat trail in Simi Valley with great views." He replies excitedly. Ok, hiking isn't exactly a Ricky thing. More of a me and JC and sometimes Connor thing. So I know he is doing this just to make me happy and I'll let him. It sounds like a fun trip. But first I need to get him to change. Jeans and a long-sleeve top won't work.

"That is a great idea Rick and I know you are doing it for me but you can't wear that. You'll boil. You need shorts, a tank, really sturdy shoes, lots of sunscreen and a hat. Do you even have a sensible hat? I'll go get you one of my wide-brim ones."

I wander back to my room, change a little myself and return to Ricky. He is standing shirtless, looking at himself in the mirror and holding a tube of sunscreen. I seize the opportunity and the sunscreen and begin to knead some into his back. I rub his taut muscles; he is so firm and strong. I glide my hands up and down his bulging biceps covering his arms and shoulders. His breathing becomes more intense and I can tell he is enjoying this. I slowly massage his chest and stomach, lingering on his well formed abs before gliding my hands across his firm pecs, pinching his nipples slightly. As I finish, I come closer and leave a couple of kisses on his neck.

"Wow." is all he can moan with a smile.

"What?" I joke. "It's not like that's the first time that I've rubbed sunscreen on you. This way you don't have to wear a shirt on the trail and can be cooler." I typically don't wear a shirt when hiking on a hot day and I want to see Ricky all hot and sweaty.

He laughs and says, "So when do I get to do you?"

"Maybe out on the trail...we'll see." I wink at him and grab his hand and lead him out the door. He does manage to grab and slip on his tank top.