Rich White Boys

7

Ricky woke up to a quiet house.  His mother and Mister Warner were making travel arrangements, Chris was out shopping, Matthew was asleep beside him, and not even the chef came knocking.

"Wake up." Ricky begged Matthew, gently pushing him.  He woke up quick, thinking something was wrong. By the time Ricky admitted that everything was okay and they weren't in eminent danger, Matthew was fully awake.

"How about we go make breakfast? Just the two of us." Matthew offered, sitting up and stretching out. Seeing Ricky's morning glow made him understand why Chris was so attracted to the child, but he couldn't understand why Chris had no self control.  While Ricky was pretty, he certainly didn't melt away a person's entire conscious.

"Yes please, Blackbear." Ricky opened his arms to him, wanting to be carried.  Matthew dressed Ricky in an oversized sweatshirt, not wanting any ill-intentioned eyes on him. He brought him downstairs and to the kitchen, sitting him on the island.

"Can we have blueberries?" Ricky begged, laying down and stretching out on the counter.  Matthew agreed and started to wash some fresh fruit, Ricky flinching and sitting up when the front door opened and slammed shut.

"Who is it?!" Ricky yelled out, a bit spooked. Matthew went to check, breathing a sigh of relief himself.

"It's Chris." Matthew explained, helping Ricky off the counter and onto one of the stools. He gave Ricky his berries and started to cut up a cantaloupe, Ricky nibbling a bit before getting up and following the sound of Christopher's foot steps upstairs. 

Ricky stepped up to Chris' door, peaking into his room through the thin crack. He saw a fairly large white box that Chris was wrapping with a pretty pink bow, tucking a small card under the ribbon before standing up. Ricky panicked at the thought of being caught peeping and knocked on the door.

Chris put the box down on his bed, opening the door for Ricky as Matthew came upstairs to check on them.

"I wanna go on a walk today... Do you wanna come with me?" Ricky asked Chris softly, staring up at him with his big baby eyes.

"Sure..." Chris agreed, glancing at Matthew who had a rather defeated look on his face. "I'll get changed and I'll meet you downstairs." Chris offered, setting a hand on Ricky's shoulder before going back into his room and shutting the door completely.

"Let's go get you dressed." Matthew gently guided Ricky to his room, sitting him in his pile of stuffed animals before going into the closet. He picked out a set of white overalls and a pink cropped top for Ricky, who had picked out his own lacey panties and a silky soft bralette.

Ricky dressed on his own and sat on the bed, Matthew helping him into socks and pink combat boots before walking him downstairs.  Chris was already by the door, now in a pair of jeans, sneakers, and a loose tank top.

"Let me grab your bag." Matthew insisted, getting Ricky's purse off the bench and carrying it for him as they headed outside.

Matthew hung back a bit as Ricky and Chris walked together on the paths that went around the house, Ricky eventually stopping at the koi pond.  The two sat on the small dock, one of the maintenance people noticing them and stopping by to give Ricky some food pellets.

"You can pet them." Ricky assured Chris, reaching down into the water and letting the fish eat out of his hand. Chris was hesitant to touch the fish since he didn't consider them a pet, but rather a wild animal. Ricky insisted though and held Chris' hand, forcing it into the water. The koi swam up eagerly, rubbing against their fingers and looking for more food.

Ricky couldn't help but smile. He always wanted a cat, but his mom thought they were too messy. So the fish were the closest replacement.

After a few minutes, Ricky got up, Matthew already having pulled the baby wipes out of Ricky's purse so he could clean his hands. They wiped the fish slime off themselves, continuing on the walk.

They rested at every stop, enjoying the views and wild life until the sun started to really beat down on them.  Matthew got out an umbrella for Ricky, who then decided it was just too hot to continue.

They walked back to the house, Ricky's face flushing from the warmth even as he walked in the shade of his parasol.  He immediately headed for the pool, needing to cool off. He didn't even bother changing into a swim suit, he just stripped down to his undergarments and slipped into the water.

"Ricky, I'm going to go get you some clothes to change into." Matthew insisted with a sigh, going upstairs to his bedroom. Christopher snuck into the pool room as Matthew left, smiling a bit as he watched Ricky.

"Do you mind if I join you?" Chris asked as he slipped his shoes off and grabbed two towels.  Ricky hadn't heard Chris come into the room, so he was a bit spooked but agreed nonetheless.

Chris undressed to his tight little briefs and walked into the water, holding Ricky's hand as he floated near. They played in the water for a few minutes before Matthew came back with Ricky's wet suit from when his mom tried to get him into scuba diving.

"All your bathing suits are dirty so you'll have to wear this." Matthew told him, standing by the side of the pool and waiting for Ricky to come out so he could change him.

"No." Ricky huffed, getting a bit agitated. He still felt warm and there wasn't a chance he would change into something so hot and confining.  Ricky had always listened to Matthews parental guidance, but now he was just trying to be controlling.

"Ricky-" Matthew tried to speak but Ricky swam to the edge of the pool and got out, stomping up to his bedroom in his soaking wet panties and bralette.  He slammed every door possible as he went to take a shower, crying a bit as the water rushed over him.

When Ricky got out, he wrapped himself in several fluffy towels and went back to his room. He was about to flop onto his bed when he noticed the white box with a pretty pink bow by his pillows.  He crawled to it, slipping out the little card and opening it.

All the card said was "ask if you have any questions" and it was signed by Chris.

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