~9|Hatefuck~

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The name says it all...

"I just don't think I can get back together with you Chris..."

I felt my heart shatter but I nodded, fighting back the tears. Did I want him to say that? Fuck no. But if that's what would make him happy, then I'll do it.

"If it'll make you happy..."
"I don't know anymore Chris. You made me happy, so fucking happy for so long."
"You made me happy too Ricky. You know what, no."

"What'd you mean?"
"I'm not letting you go that easily." Ricky's eyes widened as I backed him against the wall. His back hit the wall as he looked up at me, biting his lip. "Why won't you let me go?"
"Because I love you and I'm not losing you! Not until I've fought for you!"

He glared at me and I slammed my lips against his. He shoved me back and I froze. He walked towards me and crushed his lips to mine, kissing me roughly until I didn't know where he began, and where I ended. I broke the kiss and started kissing down his neck, feeling him grow hard against me.

"You broke my trust." He growled, lacing his hands in my hair, pulling on it harshly. I growled against his neck, pulling him against me. "You broke my heart."

I pulled away and he tore our shirts off before pulling me against him. I pinned him against the desk, grinding into him and kissing him as deeply as I could. He moved his lips down my neck before he sunk his teeth into my neck. I let out a low groan and pulled him against me, fumbling with his belt.

He ran his fingers along my back, digging his nails in and dragging them down until I couldn't control myself anymore. I needed him, and I was gonna get him. "Fuck Chris I-I.." he whimpered as I dug my nails into his hips and pulled him against me again. "You broke my fucking heart."

"You destroyed my trust." He said, sounding breathless as he took his jeans off after kicking his trainers off. I pulled my joggers off and pulled him against my chest, palming him roughly through his boxers. "You hurt me." I growled into his ear, biting his earlobe.

He whimpered as I moved my hand. I didn't even know what I was doing, and I don't think he did either. I looked around before grabbing the bottle of lube he'd left in here ages ago. I tugged my boxers down and quickly covered myself up before I did the same to him.

"You fucked my head up." He said darkly before he wrapped his legs around my waist and shoved me inside of him. I groaned at the sensation of being close with him again, kissing and sucking on his neck harshly. He pulled my hair as I started moving inside of him, letting out whines as I constantly abused his prostate.

Sweat began to run down my face as I sped my movements up. "You broke my...fuck, my ah heart." I groaned, unable to stop the moans spilling from my mouth.
"Y-you didn't...fuck ah harder...please!" He begged.

I snarled and did exactly what he asked, until I couldn't move any quicker and pleasure was overcoming my brain. "Fuck..Chris please...fuck CHRIS!" He shouted as he arched his back, releasing all over my stomach and chest.

I sped up, kissing down his neck, biting down as I let out a low moan as he moved against me. "Fuck...Ricky...I love you!" I moaned as I came, holding him against me until I'd finished. He pressed his lips to mine before I pulled out and sat down in one of the chairs, panting softly.

"What was that?" He whispered, looking at me with clouded eyes. "I don't know..." I said, hanging my head and sighing. Someone walked in and I raised my head to see Ghost. Ricky yelped and ducked under the desk while I covered myself up.

"FUCK OH MY GOD PUT SOME- IS THAT CUM ON YOUR CHEST!?" He screeched, looking at us both horrified. "Ghost. I mean this in the nicest way but...fuck off, please." I said, trying to hide.

He blushed and ran out. Ricky grabbed his clothes and hurriedly got dressed, cleaning himself up with the tissues on the side. I wiped my chest off and pulled my boxers and joggers on before looking down at my feet. "I need to get back to the kids...Ange is probably losing his mind."

"Okay..." I whispered, glancing up at him. He walked toward me and pressed his lips to mine, holding me against him. "I'll miss you, and I still love you Chris. I'll come see you soon." He mumbled against my lips before pulling away.

"I love you too..." I whispered as he walked away, watching him go with sad eyes.

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