#anddouble

propped up by your hands, you turned your head away from the television screen and to the left so that you were looking directly at his face. the blue light from the tv highlighted your big brown eyes and the peaks of your face. your forehead, your nose and your lips.

“it’s so late, though.” ricky’s hand reached to caress your face, his thumb rubbing over your bottom lip in the process. you could see it in his eyes, he was trying to fabricate some bullshit reason. “i saw you getting tired.”

“what are you talking about..?” you laughed at him. it may have been the latter half of 11pm, but you were nowhere near tired yet.

“i saw you yawn. it was in the middle of the movie too, so you’ve been fighting sleep this whole time.”

you swiped his hand off your face, silently congratulating yourself for not folding. “no i haven’t. and you just tried to lull me to sleep.” you raised an accusatory finger at him. “rubbing all on my face and shit, you’re not slick.”

he wanted to laugh so bad. “that was just me showing affection.”

“right. okay fine. i believe you.” ricky’s eyes darted off to the side and you jolted up. you knew you were right. you were always right. “i knew it! i just saw that little side-eye, don’t try and charm me now.”

“no i— you misunderstood my body language.”

“help me understand.”

“i couldn’t hold eye contact with you.”

you squinted at him. “uh. why..?”

ricky’s voice was soft. “you make me nervous, baby.”

damn him.. you couldn’t help but giggle nervously. “man, shut up.”

“i’m serious. you’re so pretty.”

don’t fold, don’t fold. “is this how you get out of all your problems?”

“no…” he looked off to the side again and you scoffed.

“you’re unbelievable. you’re not even real.”

“want me to pinch you?” smart ass.

“i want you to get out my face.”

the speed of your response shocked both ricky and yourself. after that, you were left staring at each other, blankly, emotionless. and you had serious faith in yourself for this unspoken staring contest until ricky drew his irises in towards the bridge of his nose, making himself cross-eyed.

you dropped your head to his chest in laughter. what a cheater.

“hah. i win.”

“i hate you, for real.”

“you don’t. you like me.” ricky practically sang this little claim to you.

you pursed your lips in denial and you didn’t miss how his eyes lingered on them before looking back up into yours. “do i?”

ricky leaned his face closer to yours. “uh huh. more than you’re letting on, i’d say.”

you pretended to be surprised. “woah. get a load of this smart guy.”

“i know, right. i deserve a kiss?”

your brows came together in feigned confusion. “what for, exactly?”

“for uh..,” ricky leaned in and pushed his lips against yours with a soft kiss, “my incredible think piece.” he cupped your face in his hands and pecked your lips again.

“you didn’t even explain yourself properly.”

“i couldn’t wait.” ricky pressed his lips back to yours. putting up no fight, he let you take the lead and parted his lips slightly to let your tongue into his mouth. your fingers pushed into his red hair, tugging slightly which pulled a whine out of the back of his throat. “ugh, fuck, i like that.”

“like what?” you scratched at his scalp and his eyes threatened to cross again.

ricky’s voice was low and breathy, “when you pull my hair like that? i like that.” unable to bare the lack of contact, he swiftly attached his lips to your neck, still mumbling against your skin. “i like your hands in my hair.”

“you do?” absentmindedly, you started playing with some of the lose strands red hair on his head. “why didn’t i guess that?”

“i don’t know,” ricky grazed his teeth along the skin on your neck before sucking it into his mouth, making you keen. “cause, you’ve seen how i get.”

you pushed some of his hair back that was getting in the way of his mouth on you, “remind me, baby.”

as you continued playing with ricky’s hair, he continued mouthing at your neck, “like, when you fix or ruffle my hair and i kind of shy away? it’s because i get so horny for you…” he was breathless. “my mind just… wanders, yknow?”

“mhm..” you were so far gone, you didn’t even know what you were responding to. pulling away from sucking bruises onto your neck, ricky leant down press a kiss to your parted lips.

“i can’t be normal around you. it’s honestly embarrassing.”

“that’s why you wanna send me home, huh?” you tilted your head at him, chest still heaving from being kissed breathless by him.

he had honestly totally forgotten about you going home after… all that. but ricky was nothing if not a man of his word. you told him about your 10 date rule to avoid getting played and he took that shit seriously. ricky wanted you to know that he truly liked you, even if you swore you knew that already.

“yup, that’s why.” he patted at one of your thighs, signalling for you to move your legs off of his so you could both get up. “i’m trying to be courteous; i can’t just take you on this couch.”

you scoffed at his ‘chivalry’. “right.”

“when the time is right, i’ll make love to you.”

you hummed. “i’ll hold you to that.”