1971
Part 3: Diamonds are forever... And so is the Nature Boy
Rating: R for attempted rape
Genre: Humor/Angst
Pairing: Ricky Steamboat/Ric Flair , HBK/HHH
Summary: History repeats it's self in Hunter and Shawn
AN: Sorry for the delay guys! Got busy with school -_-'))
~
January, 2004
Hunter walked down the hallway to where Vince had set up his temporary office. He took a deep breath for what he was about to do. But then again this was the only way he was going to win Shawn back. He knew it was wrong... But it had to be done. Ric's story was surely going to end in heart break, and Hunter couldn't live with out Shawn. "Vince? You in there?"
Vince opened up the door, letting the other in. "What do you want, Hunter? I've got files I need to fax to Linda back home."
"I need you to fire Shawn."
-
Shawn was walking to his dressing room wearing his zebra chaps, dimond cut shirt with the chains hanging down attaching them the band of his pants from RAW that night. He shook his hair out of the ponytail hold, sighing slightly. He was feeling slightly upset from his break off with Hunter earlier. It was for the best, he knew.
"Hey Michaels! Hang on a second!" Batista called as he jogged down the hallway.
Shawn turned around with a frustrated look on his face. It wasn't as if he hated Dave, he didn't mind him. In fact, even when he was with Hunter the guys of Evolution bothered him a bit. Not so much Flair but Randy and Batista... He always felt like he was being leered at.
"What happened between you and Hunt?" He asked leaning up against the wall.
"Nothing really. Just broke up is all." Shawn mumbled as he fumbled with the key to his dressing room.
"So you're free?"
"Mmhm. For now." He whispered as he got the door open. "Good bye Dave."
"Wait." Batista murmured sticking his foot in the door before Shawn could close it.
"Come on Dave, I need a shower..." He protested trying to shoo the larger man away.
Dave smiled a little, giving Shawn a hard shove that caught the blonde off guard. He stumbled backward falling to the ground. "What the hell! What's wrong with you?!" He barked getting off the ground. "You drunk, or something?!"
"No." He shoved Shawn up against the wall, pulling his wrists above his head.
Shawn kicked Batista hard in the shin, digging the heel of his boot down into the skin through his pants. He grabbed him by the neck ramming his head into the wall. Dave fell to the ground clutching his head. Shawn's heart was pounding, his chest heaving slightly. He hadn't been expecting Dave to do something like that. He walked backward from the larger man, going to the phone.
Dave reached out grabbing him by the ankle bringing Shawn down to the ground. The hard wood floor beneath him knocked the wind right out of Shawn as he fell. He lay gasping on the floor, clutching his ribs. Batista stood, stepping on down on Shawn's vulnerable back. "We could have done this the easy way. But you had to be difficult." He reached down and around, unfastening the chaps so he could yank down Shawn's tights. Batista's thick fingers shoved down into Shawn's tight anus moving in and out, digging his nails into the delicate walls.
Fingers were removed from him, and the sound of a zipper being undone were not things he wanted to hear or feel. Yes, Hunter had been rough with him in the past, but Dave was not Hunter. Shawn was seeing stars, trying to call for help but he couldn't. All he could do was gasp and wheeze growing terrified.
There was the sound of a sicking smack against skin. Batista fell down to the ground unconcious, landing with a heavy thud beside Shawn. The blonde man looked up, straining to see whom was there, whom had helped. He gasped. "Ri-Ricky?"
Ricky's agelessly smooth face smiled down at him tossing the chair to the side. "Hello Shawn." He said gently helping the other over to the couch. He yanked Batista out of the room and into the hallway. Locking the door he turned his attention back to Shawn. "You okay? That's happened to me a few times in the past... Luckily I had a very protective lover when those situations happened."
"Yeah.. Yeah, I'm ok." He murmured then blinked to the older man. "You... look wonderful. I can't believe it... The last time I saw you, you..."
Ricky ran a hand through his dyed black hair. "Well... I had some surgeries done. And started working out..."
"Dyed your hair?"
"Yes, yes and that too..." Ricky muttered.
"But why?" Shawn asked as his breathing and heart had began to calm down.
"Ric Flair."
Shawn gave him a blank stare blinking softly at him.
"Have you ever been in love, Shawn?"
"Yeah, once. I loved a fool... And it came back to bite me."
Ricky sighed and nodded. "I know how you feel. I loved once too. Only I was the fool and I screwed up. I loved Ric so much."
"...Ric... Ric Flair? You... And... I should have known. The feuds, the passion... It was so raw... My god."
Tears started streaming down Ricky's cheeks. "It was all my fault, Shawn... Everything, all my fault. I was so stupid. When we met at that training school back in the early seventies, I shoulda known he was the best thing to ever happen to me."
Summer, 1970
A young Ricky came off the bus infront of a huge brownstone building in the more intense area of Las Vegas. He shifted his bag on his shoulder a little, incredibly nervous at the moment. He spoke English pretty well, but he was still aprehensive about speaking. And especially about customs. Sure, he lived in Hawaii and that was part of the U.S., but Honolulu and Vegas were two completely different places. But this building, this huge brownstone training facility... Was his whole reason for his existance. It was there were he was going to learn to become a wrestler.
Las Vegas was so daunting to him. The people were terrifying... The buildings were ceedy... Everything so forbading. One person in particular caught his eye. It was a platinum blonde haired boy, not too much older than himself. He wore huge aviator like glasses, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, and a sly little smirk. There was a card table set up with three cards laid out on top. "Hey you! Jap kid! Come over here..."
Ricky blushed and looked around, then pointed to himself. This blonde boy was so handsome, and so exotic. He had never seen anyone with such beautiful fluffy hair, intense eyes... He felt drawn in. Ricky walked over to him, trying not to meet his eyes. He did catch that the cigarette was not lit, but said nothing about it. "Well, I'm not Japanese. My mother is. I'm part Hawaiian."
"Hey, did I ask you for your life story?"
"No but I..."
"Okay then. The name of the game is three card monty. You find the red, ya win! Find the black ya pay me, jack. Simple game, 1/3 of a chance to win! Whatdaya say, Hawaiian child?"
"But my name's not Jack." Ricky said horribly confused.
The blonde rubbed his forhead slightly. "Fine. Are you in or not?"
"It's Ricky, Ricky Blood. It's nice to meet you!"
"Uh huh. Same here. Now, are you going to play or not? I ain't got all day."
"Well, what's your name?"
"Ric." He said with a defeated sigh. He was hoping to prey on some hopeless foriegner, but none such luck. "New guy?" He asked motioning toward the building.
"Yes. For the spring semster and beyond. Are you here too?"
Ric nodded as he folded up his table and pocketed his cards. "Yeah."
"Great! Then we can be friends!"
"Sure, sure... Here carry my table." Ric said handing the the fold away to Ricky. "Come on, let's go to my place. We need to drop this thing off."
Ricky nodded quite happily, following behind. "This place is amazing! I've never seen so many colored lights and inetersting things and people..."
"Yeah, guess I got used to it. Don't notice it much anymore. After about a year here... It looses it's charm." Ric wondered why the hell he was going through all this trouble to bring this kid home with him. Hell, he was pretty cute and that said alot for Ricky considering Ric didn't dig guys.
Ric's apartment was the bare minimum-- decorated and size wise. The paint was a peeling red, the only furniture was a mattress, small table and hot plate. "Wait!" He said putting an arm out to stop Ricky. He stomped down on the ground killing a cochroach that scuttled by. "Gotta kill im' before they lay the eggs."
Ricky blinked and looked around. "Don't you live with your family?"
Ric went silent for awhile as he sat down on the mattress. "Nope." He said quietly. "Look, I don't want to talk to about it."
"Oh that's okay... I'm sorry." Ricky placed the table down on the floor and sat down on the bed next to him.
"Forget about it."
"But I can't. You just said it." Ricky said puzzled.
Ric rubbed his temples. "Never mind. You don't get alot of expressions, do you?"
The dark haired boy shook his head. "No... Not yours anyway."
"Vegas... Is going to eat you alive."
Ricky fumbled with his fingers for a moment then looked to Ric. "Will you protect me?" He asked looking to him with fearful eyes. "You seem to know so much about Vegas..."
"Sure Ricky. I'll protect you." Ric said patting his shoulder and thinking nothing of it. Surely by a week later Ricky would have it all down pat, and would know what to do by them.
Ricky hugged him tightly reaching up to kiss Ric on the lips.
"Woah woah woah! Hey! I don't think so pal! I don't swing that way..."
"Oh no I didn't mean to offend you, we kiss each other all of the time back at home..." Ricky explained blushing furiously.
"Oh well, that's okay. No prob. The mainland's got different customs than Honolulu." Ric stammered getting up. He did not swing that way... He was straight. Perfectly straight. Straighter than an arrow infact.
But there happened to be a nagging voice in the back of his head... Not his own though. 'You're a freakin' queer boy Richard. My own son likin' boys... You're a shame to this family. Just look at ya...' Ric shook it out of his head. "Do you got a place to live, Ricky?"
"Yes, my parents bought me an apartment..." Ricky fished out the keys and a small sheet of paper. "Here it is."
Ric took the paper and glanced over the address. "God damn! This is right on the strip! On the good part too! Your parents must be pretty damn rich..."
"Well yes..."
"Must be pretty lucky to have parents who care about you like that to get you a whole apartment. I have to pay off mine and the fee for the training school too."
"Wow... That's so impressive Ric! You're a real self made man!"
Ric smiled sheepishly at him. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."
~
Over the next couple of days Ricky and Ric had grown closer. Ric liked having some to look after, it made him feel not so alone in such a big city. Though... He couldn't deny what feelings he had stirring inside. Ones he should not be having.
After all, Ric Flair ain't no friggen' queer.
At least that's what he kept telling himself... But when it came to Ricky, that statement seemed to fly right out the window. Maybe it was because he had never seen another guy quite as exotic as him. It had to be some kind of freaky fetish or fad that would leave his system soon enough. Hopefully anyway.
But it didn't! Infact it stayed with him... And by time two weeks had gone by he couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't hide what he felt inside. So while he waited for Ricky to finish showering he debated on the best way to do this. He could tell him... That would probably be the best way to go about it. Yes, that is what he would do... just tell him. Ricky would understand after all..
Ricky smiled to Ric shifting his duffle bag over his shoulder when he came out of the locker room. His messy black hair was all in his face covering part of his eyes in the way that secretly drove Ric wild. "Ready to go?"
Ric coughed slightly clearing his throat. "Yeah, yeah... I'm ready."
"You okay there Ric? You look flushed."
"Oh me..? I'm... I'm..." He took a deep breath trying hard not to stare into Ricky's concerned eyes for too long. He flinched and looked away. "I'm just a little hot under the collar from working out earlier. No big deal."
Ricky rummaged through his duffle bag to pull out a small thermos of water. "Here take my water. I didn't use it yet, and you look like you could use a drink more than me."
"You're a good guy, Ricky." He shook his head in disbelief. Sometimes... Ricky seemed almost too good to be true. He popped the top off the bottle squeezing water into his mouth. He took another deep breath then looked to Ricky again, but... Before he had got the chance to say what he wanted to Ricky had wrapped his arms around his neck and was kissing him hard. It was a shock to say the least. He had kissed plenty of girls in his years, but this was very different.
Much to Ric's dismay, Ricky pulled away blushing horribly. "I'm sorry Ric... I shouldn't have..! I just... couldn't help it any more. You're the sexiest guy I have ever met before..."
"Ricky, it's okay. I... I wanted to do the very same-- You beat me to it." He murmured as he fought to keep his voice from making any prepuberty like squeaks.
"Really..? You... You like me?"
"Yeah... yeah I do..." Ric collected himself enough to grab out and take the other boy's hand and squeeze it. "A hell of a lot. I thought I was straight until I met you to tell you the truth."
Ricky blinked softly at Ric, squeezing back before releasing his hand. "What do we do? We can't just...Just walk around like regular lovers... It may jepordize our futures."
"We may not be able to carry on like boyfriend and girlfriends do, but that's okay... No problem. We'll do things in secret, no one will ever know. Ya know Ricky, I never enjoyed kissing someone as much as I did you just a second ago. That's gotta mean something weird."
Ricky laughed shoving Ric a little, reaching up to ruffle his long feathery blondish hair. "Yeah, it means you're a romantic softy underneath that fluffy platinum hair."
~
2004-
Ricky broke down into tears, sobbing into his hands. Shawn inched over to him wrapping his arms around the older man's quaking shoulders. "Oh god Shawn... It's all my fault... Everything that happened..."
"What are you talking about? What did you do?" Shawn asked soothingly as he rubbed Ricky's back a little. "I'm sure you're overreacting."
"I broke us up, Shawn! Most people... the very few who knew about us, thought it was Ric's fault. That's why I'm here. I need to see Ric, I have to set things right. If it wasn't for my foolishness, this would have been our 33rd anniversary. When you love someone like Ric, it is forever. I wish I had understood that."
"33rd..." Shawn began as his eyes widdened. "You're not telling me that you and Ric-
There came a knock at the door, breaking the brief tension in the air.
"Hang on, I should answer that." Shawn muttered as he got up. He walked over to the door opening it up.
There stood Vince, with a grave and serious expression on his aged features. "Shawn... I need to speak with you."
Next chapter: My Love and Your Betrayl both run Deep
Part 3: Diamonds are forever... And so is the Nature Boy
Rating: R for attempted rape
Genre: Humor/Angst
Pairing: Ricky Steamboat/Ric Flair , HBK/HHH
Summary: History repeats it's self in Hunter and Shawn
AN: Sorry for the delay guys! Got busy with school -_-'))
~
January, 2004
Hunter walked down the hallway to where Vince had set up his temporary office. He took a deep breath for what he was about to do. But then again this was the only way he was going to win Shawn back. He knew it was wrong... But it had to be done. Ric's story was surely going to end in heart break, and Hunter couldn't live with out Shawn. "Vince? You in there?"
Vince opened up the door, letting the other in. "What do you want, Hunter? I've got files I need to fax to Linda back home."
"I need you to fire Shawn."
-
Shawn was walking to his dressing room wearing his zebra chaps, dimond cut shirt with the chains hanging down attaching them the band of his pants from RAW that night. He shook his hair out of the ponytail hold, sighing slightly. He was feeling slightly upset from his break off with Hunter earlier. It was for the best, he knew.
"Hey Michaels! Hang on a second!" Batista called as he jogged down the hallway.
Shawn turned around with a frustrated look on his face. It wasn't as if he hated Dave, he didn't mind him. In fact, even when he was with Hunter the guys of Evolution bothered him a bit. Not so much Flair but Randy and Batista... He always felt like he was being leered at.
"What happened between you and Hunt?" He asked leaning up against the wall.
"Nothing really. Just broke up is all." Shawn mumbled as he fumbled with the key to his dressing room.
"So you're free?"
"Mmhm. For now." He whispered as he got the door open. "Good bye Dave."
"Wait." Batista murmured sticking his foot in the door before Shawn could close it.
"Come on Dave, I need a shower..." He protested trying to shoo the larger man away.
Dave smiled a little, giving Shawn a hard shove that caught the blonde off guard. He stumbled backward falling to the ground. "What the hell! What's wrong with you?!" He barked getting off the ground. "You drunk, or something?!"
"No." He shoved Shawn up against the wall, pulling his wrists above his head.
Shawn kicked Batista hard in the shin, digging the heel of his boot down into the skin through his pants. He grabbed him by the neck ramming his head into the wall. Dave fell to the ground clutching his head. Shawn's heart was pounding, his chest heaving slightly. He hadn't been expecting Dave to do something like that. He walked backward from the larger man, going to the phone.
Dave reached out grabbing him by the ankle bringing Shawn down to the ground. The hard wood floor beneath him knocked the wind right out of Shawn as he fell. He lay gasping on the floor, clutching his ribs. Batista stood, stepping on down on Shawn's vulnerable back. "We could have done this the easy way. But you had to be difficult." He reached down and around, unfastening the chaps so he could yank down Shawn's tights. Batista's thick fingers shoved down into Shawn's tight anus moving in and out, digging his nails into the delicate walls.
Fingers were removed from him, and the sound of a zipper being undone were not things he wanted to hear or feel. Yes, Hunter had been rough with him in the past, but Dave was not Hunter. Shawn was seeing stars, trying to call for help but he couldn't. All he could do was gasp and wheeze growing terrified.
There was the sound of a sicking smack against skin. Batista fell down to the ground unconcious, landing with a heavy thud beside Shawn. The blonde man looked up, straining to see whom was there, whom had helped. He gasped. "Ri-Ricky?"
Ricky's agelessly smooth face smiled down at him tossing the chair to the side. "Hello Shawn." He said gently helping the other over to the couch. He yanked Batista out of the room and into the hallway. Locking the door he turned his attention back to Shawn. "You okay? That's happened to me a few times in the past... Luckily I had a very protective lover when those situations happened."
"Yeah.. Yeah, I'm ok." He murmured then blinked to the older man. "You... look wonderful. I can't believe it... The last time I saw you, you..."
Ricky ran a hand through his dyed black hair. "Well... I had some surgeries done. And started working out..."
"Dyed your hair?"
"Yes, yes and that too..." Ricky muttered.
"But why?" Shawn asked as his breathing and heart had began to calm down.
"Ric Flair."
Shawn gave him a blank stare blinking softly at him.
"Have you ever been in love, Shawn?"
"Yeah, once. I loved a fool... And it came back to bite me."
Ricky sighed and nodded. "I know how you feel. I loved once too. Only I was the fool and I screwed up. I loved Ric so much."
"...Ric... Ric Flair? You... And... I should have known. The feuds, the passion... It was so raw... My god."
Tears started streaming down Ricky's cheeks. "It was all my fault, Shawn... Everything, all my fault. I was so stupid. When we met at that training school back in the early seventies, I shoulda known he was the best thing to ever happen to me."
Summer, 1970
A young Ricky came off the bus infront of a huge brownstone building in the more intense area of Las Vegas. He shifted his bag on his shoulder a little, incredibly nervous at the moment. He spoke English pretty well, but he was still aprehensive about speaking. And especially about customs. Sure, he lived in Hawaii and that was part of the U.S., but Honolulu and Vegas were two completely different places. But this building, this huge brownstone training facility... Was his whole reason for his existance. It was there were he was going to learn to become a wrestler.
Las Vegas was so daunting to him. The people were terrifying... The buildings were ceedy... Everything so forbading. One person in particular caught his eye. It was a platinum blonde haired boy, not too much older than himself. He wore huge aviator like glasses, a cigarette hanging loosely from his lips, and a sly little smirk. There was a card table set up with three cards laid out on top. "Hey you! Jap kid! Come over here..."
Ricky blushed and looked around, then pointed to himself. This blonde boy was so handsome, and so exotic. He had never seen anyone with such beautiful fluffy hair, intense eyes... He felt drawn in. Ricky walked over to him, trying not to meet his eyes. He did catch that the cigarette was not lit, but said nothing about it. "Well, I'm not Japanese. My mother is. I'm part Hawaiian."
"Hey, did I ask you for your life story?"
"No but I..."
"Okay then. The name of the game is three card monty. You find the red, ya win! Find the black ya pay me, jack. Simple game, 1/3 of a chance to win! Whatdaya say, Hawaiian child?"
"But my name's not Jack." Ricky said horribly confused.
The blonde rubbed his forhead slightly. "Fine. Are you in or not?"
"It's Ricky, Ricky Blood. It's nice to meet you!"
"Uh huh. Same here. Now, are you going to play or not? I ain't got all day."
"Well, what's your name?"
"Ric." He said with a defeated sigh. He was hoping to prey on some hopeless foriegner, but none such luck. "New guy?" He asked motioning toward the building.
"Yes. For the spring semster and beyond. Are you here too?"
Ric nodded as he folded up his table and pocketed his cards. "Yeah."
"Great! Then we can be friends!"
"Sure, sure... Here carry my table." Ric said handing the the fold away to Ricky. "Come on, let's go to my place. We need to drop this thing off."
Ricky nodded quite happily, following behind. "This place is amazing! I've never seen so many colored lights and inetersting things and people..."
"Yeah, guess I got used to it. Don't notice it much anymore. After about a year here... It looses it's charm." Ric wondered why the hell he was going through all this trouble to bring this kid home with him. Hell, he was pretty cute and that said alot for Ricky considering Ric didn't dig guys.
Ric's apartment was the bare minimum-- decorated and size wise. The paint was a peeling red, the only furniture was a mattress, small table and hot plate. "Wait!" He said putting an arm out to stop Ricky. He stomped down on the ground killing a cochroach that scuttled by. "Gotta kill im' before they lay the eggs."
Ricky blinked and looked around. "Don't you live with your family?"
Ric went silent for awhile as he sat down on the mattress. "Nope." He said quietly. "Look, I don't want to talk to about it."
"Oh that's okay... I'm sorry." Ricky placed the table down on the floor and sat down on the bed next to him.
"Forget about it."
"But I can't. You just said it." Ricky said puzzled.
Ric rubbed his temples. "Never mind. You don't get alot of expressions, do you?"
The dark haired boy shook his head. "No... Not yours anyway."
"Vegas... Is going to eat you alive."
Ricky fumbled with his fingers for a moment then looked to Ric. "Will you protect me?" He asked looking to him with fearful eyes. "You seem to know so much about Vegas..."
"Sure Ricky. I'll protect you." Ric said patting his shoulder and thinking nothing of it. Surely by a week later Ricky would have it all down pat, and would know what to do by them.
Ricky hugged him tightly reaching up to kiss Ric on the lips.
"Woah woah woah! Hey! I don't think so pal! I don't swing that way..."
"Oh no I didn't mean to offend you, we kiss each other all of the time back at home..." Ricky explained blushing furiously.
"Oh well, that's okay. No prob. The mainland's got different customs than Honolulu." Ric stammered getting up. He did not swing that way... He was straight. Perfectly straight. Straighter than an arrow infact.
But there happened to be a nagging voice in the back of his head... Not his own though. 'You're a freakin' queer boy Richard. My own son likin' boys... You're a shame to this family. Just look at ya...' Ric shook it out of his head. "Do you got a place to live, Ricky?"
"Yes, my parents bought me an apartment..." Ricky fished out the keys and a small sheet of paper. "Here it is."
Ric took the paper and glanced over the address. "God damn! This is right on the strip! On the good part too! Your parents must be pretty damn rich..."
"Well yes..."
"Must be pretty lucky to have parents who care about you like that to get you a whole apartment. I have to pay off mine and the fee for the training school too."
"Wow... That's so impressive Ric! You're a real self made man!"
Ric smiled sheepishly at him. "Yeah, I guess you could say that."
~
Over the next couple of days Ricky and Ric had grown closer. Ric liked having some to look after, it made him feel not so alone in such a big city. Though... He couldn't deny what feelings he had stirring inside. Ones he should not be having.
After all, Ric Flair ain't no friggen' queer.
At least that's what he kept telling himself... But when it came to Ricky, that statement seemed to fly right out the window. Maybe it was because he had never seen another guy quite as exotic as him. It had to be some kind of freaky fetish or fad that would leave his system soon enough. Hopefully anyway.
But it didn't! Infact it stayed with him... And by time two weeks had gone by he couldn't take it anymore. He couldn't hide what he felt inside. So while he waited for Ricky to finish showering he debated on the best way to do this. He could tell him... That would probably be the best way to go about it. Yes, that is what he would do... just tell him. Ricky would understand after all..
Ricky smiled to Ric shifting his duffle bag over his shoulder when he came out of the locker room. His messy black hair was all in his face covering part of his eyes in the way that secretly drove Ric wild. "Ready to go?"
Ric coughed slightly clearing his throat. "Yeah, yeah... I'm ready."
"You okay there Ric? You look flushed."
"Oh me..? I'm... I'm..." He took a deep breath trying hard not to stare into Ricky's concerned eyes for too long. He flinched and looked away. "I'm just a little hot under the collar from working out earlier. No big deal."
Ricky rummaged through his duffle bag to pull out a small thermos of water. "Here take my water. I didn't use it yet, and you look like you could use a drink more than me."
"You're a good guy, Ricky." He shook his head in disbelief. Sometimes... Ricky seemed almost too good to be true. He popped the top off the bottle squeezing water into his mouth. He took another deep breath then looked to Ricky again, but... Before he had got the chance to say what he wanted to Ricky had wrapped his arms around his neck and was kissing him hard. It was a shock to say the least. He had kissed plenty of girls in his years, but this was very different.
Much to Ric's dismay, Ricky pulled away blushing horribly. "I'm sorry Ric... I shouldn't have..! I just... couldn't help it any more. You're the sexiest guy I have ever met before..."
"Ricky, it's okay. I... I wanted to do the very same-- You beat me to it." He murmured as he fought to keep his voice from making any prepuberty like squeaks.
"Really..? You... You like me?"
"Yeah... yeah I do..." Ric collected himself enough to grab out and take the other boy's hand and squeeze it. "A hell of a lot. I thought I was straight until I met you to tell you the truth."
Ricky blinked softly at Ric, squeezing back before releasing his hand. "What do we do? We can't just...Just walk around like regular lovers... It may jepordize our futures."
"We may not be able to carry on like boyfriend and girlfriends do, but that's okay... No problem. We'll do things in secret, no one will ever know. Ya know Ricky, I never enjoyed kissing someone as much as I did you just a second ago. That's gotta mean something weird."
Ricky laughed shoving Ric a little, reaching up to ruffle his long feathery blondish hair. "Yeah, it means you're a romantic softy underneath that fluffy platinum hair."
~
2004-
Ricky broke down into tears, sobbing into his hands. Shawn inched over to him wrapping his arms around the older man's quaking shoulders. "Oh god Shawn... It's all my fault... Everything that happened..."
"What are you talking about? What did you do?" Shawn asked soothingly as he rubbed Ricky's back a little. "I'm sure you're overreacting."
"I broke us up, Shawn! Most people... the very few who knew about us, thought it was Ric's fault. That's why I'm here. I need to see Ric, I have to set things right. If it wasn't for my foolishness, this would have been our 33rd anniversary. When you love someone like Ric, it is forever. I wish I had understood that."
"33rd..." Shawn began as his eyes widdened. "You're not telling me that you and Ric-
There came a knock at the door, breaking the brief tension in the air.
"Hang on, I should answer that." Shawn muttered as he got up. He walked over to the door opening it up.
There stood Vince, with a grave and serious expression on his aged features. "Shawn... I need to speak with you."
Next chapter: My Love and Your Betrayl both run Deep