Rikoss
“Why don’t you even crack a smile, Ross?! You’re not even trying-”
“Last time I checked, you were my boyfriend! Last time I checked, it was us who was having sex! Not you and Vanni!” Ross screams, his face turning a light shade of red. He lunges forward, gripping Riker’s shirt in his long skinny fingers. Riker gulps, feeling his boyfriend’s sharp nails dig into his skin through the thin fabric.
“They don’t believe it, Ross. They think that Courtney and you are faking it.” Riker whispers.
“They think it’s a cover up for Raura, okay? Not you and me....” Riker looks down, his gaze falling on Ross’ wrist. Written in curly, fancy lettering, was his full name, written straight down Ross’ wrist. Riker smiles to himself, of course Ross would’ve done something like that.
Ross follows Riker’s gaze and blushes, “I-I was bored and-and...Laura was texting me and, uh, she t-told m-e to wr-ite this....I-I can wash it off-”
“No! I like it....it show’s that I’m yours.” They eyes lock and Ross smiles. They stand in a comfortable silence, Ross’ nails still digging into Riker’s pale skin.
“Hey Ross?”
“Hm?”
“About last night....we never got to finish..” Riker leans forward, attaching his dry lips to his little brother’s soft throat. He lightly sucks on his Adam’s apple before moving to his collar bone, searching for the sweet spot that he never seems to memorize.
“Riker.....stop,” Ross lets out a soft low moan, “the family-” Ross stops talking and stands there as Riker sucks on his sweet spot. It was in plane view, and no matter what shirt he would wear, they’d still show. Ross swears that Riker makes the hickey’s as dark as possible every time.
“What about the family, babe?” Riker speaks in his low voice, pulling his now moist lips off of the side of Ross’ neck to speak, his fingers slowly unbuttoning the bottom of Ross’ shirt.
“N-nothing......let them hear us.”
