I had... feelings for this

"Why you looking at me?"

"I'm not"

"You are"

He was staring awfully hard at him. The two just decided to pick a random broke car, didn't necessarily belong to anyone. Really they couldn't just walk about illegally smoking weed.

"Pass it", demanded Ricky.

"You already had a puff"

"It's called puff puff pass. Now pass", he said as he snatched the blunt from him.

It was snowing outside too, it wasn't as cold in the car but Vance can't wiggling his toes in his shoes. "I'm freezing", he uttered. "Ricky..."

"I'm not cuddling you"

"I wasn't asking for that"

"Then what"

"I forgot"

What was this tension between them. They were friends of course, friends talk, what was this?

"How's... your girlfriend?", asked Vance.

He shrugged. "Dunno"

"Oh...?"

Vance wasn't going to admit it even if this was the perfect damn time. "You think yous might get together again?"

Ricky sighed and went to pass the blunt. "Probably not"

"Still hurting?"

"Nah... I'm done moping. You?"

"What?"

"Vance Medici doesn't have a gay tale to weave? That's amazing"

"Not everything I talk about is about my relationship!"

"Hows your secret boyfriend", Ricky teased.

"I don't have secrets", Vance grunted. "Now you on the other hand. Mr. Pin ups!"

"Shhhh, shut up", he put his lips together to hush the boy.

Vance snickered. "Oh Gloria!"

"Stop"

"Look at those legs! Those breasts!"

"Vance"

"Ass! So small-"

"Shut up!", Ricky begged again. Vance chuckled at his blushing face. "So cute...", he poked his cheek.

This still wasn't breaking the tension. How long had they known each other? Been friends. Ricky knew of his bisexuality, it wasn't a damn secret, everyone knew. He especially didn't have a problem with it. "Hey Ricky", he spoke. "I got a question"

"What?"

He had to make it sound... casual. "You ever... kissed a guy?"

His eyes shot open. "Where did that come from?"

"I'm just asking, like you ever... just... look"

"Look at what!"

Damn this was not what he was going for. He turned to the window and made little drawings. Damn, it was cold. Ricky tapped his fingers along the stick shift. Wrapping his fingers around it firmly, "I like this kind of car", he said.

"You like the real old cars anyhow"

I like how the engine sound"

Vance looked at his hands, a few little cuts on his fingers from working on the car at the auto shop. Stop sliding your hand on it.

"What?"

"Huh?", Vance snapped from his day dream that was slowly getting inappropriate.

"Oh... this bother you?", he rubbed his hand down the shift.

"No..." yes...

Ricky smirked. "Vance... you wanna tell me something?"

No. Yes. No. Yes

"You know Lucky told me I was going to be gay if I didn't find another girl and I'd be lucky if it was you"

His eyes looked up. "Why?"

He shrugged. "Not sure. It seem you got secrets behind you"

"I don't keep secrets", he said.

"You sure?", he moved closer. "Not one secret you wanna tell me. No dirty secrets?"

Oh now he was just being rude. All close and personal.

Well... he was complaining about the cold, it sure was cold. "You still cold?"

"A little", a lot, "not a big deal tho", I'M FUCKING COLD

friends do the darnest shit when they are alone. "I won't tell if you won't"

"Tell... what?"

"About this..."

Damn he hated the cold and his hands were cold. I'm freezing

"Ricky?"

"Secret for a secret?", he grinned.

"Ricky no..." Ricky yes! "Anything but there"

"Here?"

"No! I hate the cold!"

"Not for long..."

Not there, not there, not there

"No..."

He pressed his head against the cold glass, feeling the coldness on the back of his neck. "I won't tell..." he muttered under his breath. "Promise?"

"Promise..."

I'm still cold. Lips would still be a good thing, face wouldn't be so cold. He didn't know Ricky had a bit of muscle on him, his stomach felt warm, felt good being all close.

"You still cold?"

No...

Light kisses on the neck, legs pushed up over his head. He didn't know how to act. "Don't make a mess"

Did he really just tell him not to make a mess when he has him when doubled over. "...I..."

At least don't put your hands on the window, now that was real advice. "Ricky..."

"Just grip my shoulders"

Cute little butt, but he said he wasn't going to be all that into it. "You still cold?", he smiled.

If you ask me that again

His hands weren't cold anymore, touch me...

Felt so warm now... touch

"Vance..."

I'm cold

No hands on the Windows, he'd get real tired of the claws in his shoulders. He gritted his teeth, grabbed him close, he was honestly thinking of the things he did with his girlfriend but he didn't want him screaming. "Ricky... you're killing me..."

No...

He gripped harder

Don't put your hands there

Slow and steady wins the race, but he was ready to go full throttle. He could last... maybe. "Still cold?"

He bit his lips so gently, he brushed up against him. So warm. "R-Ricky..."

"You still cold?"

Why does he thrust his hip so hard when he asks? Are you cold? No? Yes? Let me go harder. Stop biting my neck, stop touching me there. Don't lick me. "Fuck!"

"How you feel now?"

Well... he got one thing off his list. He screwed his friend or his friend screwed, but Ricky was so gentle, licks across the neck, but his favorite was how he wrapped around him. Cranked him like a car. He bit his lips, his ass must of been his favorite. Wouldn't stop touching.

"Ricky!", he glared. "Did you slap my ass",

"Huh?", he looked at him with a cheesy grin.

"Really man?"

"Hehe..."

Vance wrapped his arms around his neck. "Not your girlfriend", he said.

"Eh... Secret"

He blinked. "Secret"

Ricky glazed his eyes over. "We made a promise. No one has to know. Now if you want it longer", he pushed him off and kicked up the car door. "Let me know"

I'm cold again...