Peanut Butter Madness

“Stay back, or I’ll cut you!” Ricky produced a pocket knife that was wedged between the backseats; his hand shook as he moved it hesitantly towards the door handle. Glancing at Loverboy, he expected the larger man to be frightened; he wasn’t…

In fact, he laughed before moving closer to Ricky and plucked the knife from his hands with ease. “No❤️. Now, stop being a bad boy and take your punishment.” The larger man braced his hands on the backseats so that Ricky was positioned between them. “Kiss me Bunny.”

“Fine.” The teen, seemingly nervous, wrapped his hands around the olders neck, pulling him in for a kiss. However, before he could make contact, Loverboy mashed their lips together. Swiping his tongue across the boy's plump lips, he asked for entrance and Ricky obliged. 

“Mmhh, Bunny you're so- OWWWW!” The teen bit down on Loverboy’s lower lip, drawing blood, then swiftly kneed him in the groin. “OWWWW! FUCK!” His hands went to protect his manhood, freeing Ricky from his muscular armed prison. 

To Loverboy’s surprise, the fluffy-haired brunette didn’t make a run for it, instead he just opened the door and stared at it, remaining in the car. “WAIT WHAT ARE YOU-?!” The Russian watched in horror as Ricky wound his legs back and kicked.

The larger man went flying out of the beat-up car and the smirking boy only let out a low chuckle before slamming the door. He then hopped in the front seat, rolling down the window and screaming “FUCK YOU BASTARD!” before driving off. “Почему я влюбился в такую ​​маленькую пизду?” Loverboy muttered, standing to dust himself off.

“Dammit I should have killed him!” Ricky grumbled, running his fingers through his messy hair. Now he would have to see the bastard again, which wouldn’t toooatally suck… “WAIT- WHAT THE FUCK AM I THINKING?!” He slammed his hand on the steering wheel, making his car honk. The old-lady driving next to Ricky glared at him, and he flipped her off. Her mouth opened in shock, making him chuckle as he sped off. 

“Weellll, I was going to warn Loverboy of his impending death, buuutttt I’ve already kicked him in the nutz soooo…” Ricky thought out loud, weighing his options. “It’s settled, I’m getting ice cream!” He laughed, turning his car around in the middle of the highway, chuckling to himself when he heard a loud crashing sound behind him as he drove towards the ice cream shop. Once he made it to the shop, he begrudgingly sat in the parking lot for an extra 5 minutes, reluctant to part with his warm blankets and heater that unfortunately worked now. 

Eventually, he crawled out of his warm car, shut the door, and started to walk towards the shop entrance before remembering the little blinking box he had previously discovered underneath his car during the altercation with Steve. Grumbling incoherent slurs, Ricky lowered himself onto his hands and knees before scooting underneath his car. “Found you!” He wrapped his small fingers around the blinking black box, ripping it out from underneath his car. 

Opening his truck, he produced a metal baseball bat and waltzed back over to where he had discarded the blinking box in the middle of the road. It appeared to be some sort of tracking device, and there was no way in hell Ricky was about to let some asshole track him. Raising the bat up, he giggled as he smashed the box to smithereens. “I’ll be smashing you head soon Loverboy!” He laughed, bringing the bat down once more. 

“Shit.” He muttered, looking up to see a mother and daughter staring at him, mouths agape. He nervously waved, throwing the bat back into the truck of his car, and hurriedly walking towards the ice cream shop entrance.

“Three scoops of vanilla ice cream please!” Ricky grinned, showing the gap between his teeth to the ugly looking lady working behind the counter. She sighed and started scooping ice cream. “She probably thinks you're a fat bitch.” Someone whispered in his ear. 

The small boy quickly spun around to glare at whoever dared to make fun of him. “Good to see you too Sony.” He spat at the tall redhead standing behind him. 

Sony was Steve’s best friend. Like the two were literally together all the time. Unfortunately for Ricky, that meant that Steve was likely close by, and, since Steve religiously held grudges, he would probably still be whining about how Ricky had kicked his ass the other day.

“Why so hostile? I’m just trying to be friendly!” Sony sneered at the shorter boy before turning to walk away. Fortunately for the redhead, Ricky's focus was directed to three scoops of ice cream that the unpleasant woman had just presented him with. Paying the woman, he walked out the door, carefully balancing the ice cream that was threatening to fall upon the slightest movement.

“Heyyy Ricky!” Someone fucking snuck up on him again, this time wrapping their arms around his waist. They hugged him tighter, and, to Ricky’s dismay, his ice cream fell to the ground with a loud splat. “YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” He violently turned around, freeing himself from the unknown person's grasp, winding his arm back to stab them in the eye with the point of his now empty ice cream cone.

“Jeez Ricky! It’s me, calm down!” William moved back, wiping off crumbs from the ice cream cone his boyfriend had just rammed into his right glasses lens. He expected the smaller boy to say something, but instead he just sighed and started slowly trudging back to his car. “WAIT I’LL BUY YOU ANOTHER ONE!” The blue haired boy grabbed his boyfriend's wrist and pulled him backwards.

“Really?” Ricky blinked his eyes as if holding back tears. “C-can I get 4 scoops this time instead of 3?” He sniffed and looked up at his guilty boyfriend. “YES WHATEVER YOU WANT!” The taller boy interlaced his fingers with Ricky’s and pulled him inside the ice cream shop.

“Are you happy now?” William wrapped his arm around his small boyfriends shoulders. He was now carrying two scoops of ice cream, that William had wisely suggested be placed in a cup, in each hand. “Mmh hmm!” Ricky shoveled a large bite of ice cream in his mouth and smiled. “I’m glad.” The taller boy released his boyfriends shoulder and opened the dented car door, helping him inside. 

“Sucker.” Ricky laughed once safely inside his car, where his guilty boyfriend could no longer hear him. He then opened his glove box, the place where he hid his large collection of peanut butter. To his dismay, his peanut butter stash had been cleared out, and in its place was a pink sticky note that, in neat handwriting, read.

“Bad boys don’t get peanut butter”

“AGHHHHHHH!” Ricky screamed, flinging one cup of vanilla ice cream against his windshield. “Baby what’s wrong?” William popped up from… underneath his car? 

“Nothing, I didn’t realize you were still there!” He yelled, eyeing the bluehaired boy, who was now pressed up against his window. “I really need to get going now or my dads going to be mad. Heh, you know how he is.” Grinning once more at his bewildered boyfriend, he sped off, driving in the opposite direction of his house.