Richie Rich
Title: Richie rich
Series: Love hurts
Written by: Parishs
Rating: pg, Noah’s mentioned!
Summary: Luke is depressed (Luke’s POV, he’s typing in his online diary)
Prompt: Fun Fic Friday prompt of Richy rich (1-17-2014).
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N1: I had written this story last week when I was sure the prompt “Night in Manhattan” would win, so I had to make an adjustment when I found out it finally changed into Richie rich. O well, gonna use them together, and next week too.
A/N2: this is a continuation of the story I started last week. I’m trying to follow every week’s fff prompt.
previous chapter
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1-17-2014
Yeah I know, I don’t write much, but I refuse to apologize to a computer. I am not a girl. I am not going to give you a name either. I write when I want to, when the soup in my head is almost boiling over. It’s still so busy in there that I have trouble concentrating.
I am glad that the intern that’s shadowing me offered to look after the papers of the students, he is going to correct them so I can give them back this week. I sat down with him and said yes to his proposition to teach my students. We discussed the topic, he is going to make a video as if he is taking them by the hand and they are enjoying a night in Manhattan. I loved his computer skills. And his enthusiasm. His drive. The fire in his eyes.
I have been him. And my goal is to get the old me back. He will be my guiding light for the next months. I was so thrilled that I could smile again. Focus again, even though it was for an hour.
He asked me a lot of things, my intern. Scott. Really nice ass. I smirked when I noticed that my eyes where fixed on the backside of his pants. The matching blood flow downwards isn’t there yet, but the fact that I was interested in a body again was a relief.
But anyway, he asked if I was married and small talk like that. It made me swallow. I told him I wasn’t. And later, that even if I wanted to, I wasn’t allowed. He immediately understood and started a monologue about civil rights and stuff. He has an opinion about everything. Adorable.
We agreed on the fact that marriage is not our thing. And he taught me a very important thing, that little dick. To wish for a few happy moments every day instead of wanting to be happy as a mindset. What does he know. But he made a point. And recalling this day, I have to admit that there have been some highlights. Finally.
Behind my back, my grandmother had called Richard, nickname Richie rich because my grandmother pays him so much, so when I came home, he had fixed the window, thank god. It’s almost cozy inside, warm and ….
Yeah. Still lonely, but it doesn’t paralyze me anymore. Richard was busy and while he had some screws between his lips, he asked me if I had time do a little project on the side. What the hell, a job as a professor isn’t enough? But okay, I heard him out, and he asked me if I wanted to help creating a vision for a new hospital wing. The budget was zero but the place needed an update.
I sighed, although the idea got my mind working. It sucked me away from the endless circles of thoughts in which I didn’t see a way out. I had been in hospitals a lot. My grandmother did have surgery and other members of my huge family too, so I knew how terrible waiting in a hallway was. How annoying that when you didn’t have 50 cents, you couldn’t get a cup of coffee. It’s a challenge, but I’m not ready for one. I have to tell Scott about it, he will be over the moon to be a participant in such a huge project.
Scott. He made me smile, but he also cut me with a knife, talking about marriage. I had trouble breathing when I thought back at Noah’s words. “It’s just to keep her in the country Luke”. From that moment on I knew things were over between us. In the back of my mind I had always been doubting his sexuality. I think he has tried to fit in with me because we somehow had a click. But it was never intense between us. Or kinky. Naughty. It had been hard work.
Like everything between us was. I had read it in his eyes, three weeks ago, that things had changed. Bluntly, I asked if his relationship with that woman was still platonic. I knew the answer, but I needed to hear him say the words. After everything he had put me through….
No, that wasn’t fair. It had been my own wish to stay with him all these years. Had it been love, or my own stubborn streak that I didn’t want to let go? Maybe a little bit of both.
So, today had its ups and downs like any other day. But I see a change for the better, a fragile start of a better life. At least it’s warm again in my bedroom. And I seem to be able to feel again, although thinking about Noah doesn’t make me happy. Maybe I need to start thinking about what has happened between us. I am going to visit my grandmother tomorrow, my soul mate, maybe she can help me out here. She has this fast, uncensored way of thinking that always hits the nail on the head. I am going to ask her about Noah. What she thought of him, and us.
This is good, what I do. I can say that here, right, without making eyebrows lift. I need to think about my past but without letting it floor me. I need to create some time to look back, and after that I have to focus on my presence. Do things I like. Like reading a book. Maybe even start to write, I like it, to type and think in the meantime. Maybe I can think of a story between two men who are made for each other but somehow can’t seem to find each other.
Boring, I know, but I liked to read about men together on Nifty.org. Maybe I should do that again, read hot stories about guys who fuck each other senseless. I have done that, fuck like that, but it’s a while ago. Noah….
No, I am not going to complain about his lack of libido. It was contagious, slowly I lost my passion too, due to all the trouble we had. Slowly I start to realize that he must be straight, or at least bi. Maybe he liked me as a person, but not the thing that makes me a man.
Whatever, I miss it, the feeling to get lost when someone touches me. A hard cock to suck on. I can’t tell you how happy I am that I get my lust back. Online porn was never my thing, but reading about it makes that I can fantasize about my own man. Someone who gets an erection when he sees me. Who wants to tear the clothes from my body. No love, just lust. Maybe that’s the answer.
next chapter
Series: Love hurts
Written by: Parishs
Rating: pg, Noah’s mentioned!
Summary: Luke is depressed (Luke’s POV, he’s typing in his online diary)
Prompt: Fun Fic Friday prompt of Richy rich (1-17-2014).
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
A/N1: I had written this story last week when I was sure the prompt “Night in Manhattan” would win, so I had to make an adjustment when I found out it finally changed into Richie rich. O well, gonna use them together, and next week too.
A/N2: this is a continuation of the story I started last week. I’m trying to follow every week’s fff prompt.
previous chapter
**********
1-17-2014
Yeah I know, I don’t write much, but I refuse to apologize to a computer. I am not a girl. I am not going to give you a name either. I write when I want to, when the soup in my head is almost boiling over. It’s still so busy in there that I have trouble concentrating.
I am glad that the intern that’s shadowing me offered to look after the papers of the students, he is going to correct them so I can give them back this week. I sat down with him and said yes to his proposition to teach my students. We discussed the topic, he is going to make a video as if he is taking them by the hand and they are enjoying a night in Manhattan. I loved his computer skills. And his enthusiasm. His drive. The fire in his eyes.
I have been him. And my goal is to get the old me back. He will be my guiding light for the next months. I was so thrilled that I could smile again. Focus again, even though it was for an hour.
He asked me a lot of things, my intern. Scott. Really nice ass. I smirked when I noticed that my eyes where fixed on the backside of his pants. The matching blood flow downwards isn’t there yet, but the fact that I was interested in a body again was a relief.
But anyway, he asked if I was married and small talk like that. It made me swallow. I told him I wasn’t. And later, that even if I wanted to, I wasn’t allowed. He immediately understood and started a monologue about civil rights and stuff. He has an opinion about everything. Adorable.
We agreed on the fact that marriage is not our thing. And he taught me a very important thing, that little dick. To wish for a few happy moments every day instead of wanting to be happy as a mindset. What does he know. But he made a point. And recalling this day, I have to admit that there have been some highlights. Finally.
Behind my back, my grandmother had called Richard, nickname Richie rich because my grandmother pays him so much, so when I came home, he had fixed the window, thank god. It’s almost cozy inside, warm and ….
Yeah. Still lonely, but it doesn’t paralyze me anymore. Richard was busy and while he had some screws between his lips, he asked me if I had time do a little project on the side. What the hell, a job as a professor isn’t enough? But okay, I heard him out, and he asked me if I wanted to help creating a vision for a new hospital wing. The budget was zero but the place needed an update.
I sighed, although the idea got my mind working. It sucked me away from the endless circles of thoughts in which I didn’t see a way out. I had been in hospitals a lot. My grandmother did have surgery and other members of my huge family too, so I knew how terrible waiting in a hallway was. How annoying that when you didn’t have 50 cents, you couldn’t get a cup of coffee. It’s a challenge, but I’m not ready for one. I have to tell Scott about it, he will be over the moon to be a participant in such a huge project.
Scott. He made me smile, but he also cut me with a knife, talking about marriage. I had trouble breathing when I thought back at Noah’s words. “It’s just to keep her in the country Luke”. From that moment on I knew things were over between us. In the back of my mind I had always been doubting his sexuality. I think he has tried to fit in with me because we somehow had a click. But it was never intense between us. Or kinky. Naughty. It had been hard work.
Like everything between us was. I had read it in his eyes, three weeks ago, that things had changed. Bluntly, I asked if his relationship with that woman was still platonic. I knew the answer, but I needed to hear him say the words. After everything he had put me through….
No, that wasn’t fair. It had been my own wish to stay with him all these years. Had it been love, or my own stubborn streak that I didn’t want to let go? Maybe a little bit of both.
So, today had its ups and downs like any other day. But I see a change for the better, a fragile start of a better life. At least it’s warm again in my bedroom. And I seem to be able to feel again, although thinking about Noah doesn’t make me happy. Maybe I need to start thinking about what has happened between us. I am going to visit my grandmother tomorrow, my soul mate, maybe she can help me out here. She has this fast, uncensored way of thinking that always hits the nail on the head. I am going to ask her about Noah. What she thought of him, and us.
This is good, what I do. I can say that here, right, without making eyebrows lift. I need to think about my past but without letting it floor me. I need to create some time to look back, and after that I have to focus on my presence. Do things I like. Like reading a book. Maybe even start to write, I like it, to type and think in the meantime. Maybe I can think of a story between two men who are made for each other but somehow can’t seem to find each other.
Boring, I know, but I liked to read about men together on Nifty.org. Maybe I should do that again, read hot stories about guys who fuck each other senseless. I have done that, fuck like that, but it’s a while ago. Noah….
No, I am not going to complain about his lack of libido. It was contagious, slowly I lost my passion too, due to all the trouble we had. Slowly I start to realize that he must be straight, or at least bi. Maybe he liked me as a person, but not the thing that makes me a man.
Whatever, I miss it, the feeling to get lost when someone touches me. A hard cock to suck on. I can’t tell you how happy I am that I get my lust back. Online porn was never my thing, but reading about it makes that I can fantasize about my own man. Someone who gets an erection when he sees me. Who wants to tear the clothes from my body. No love, just lust. Maybe that’s the answer.
next chapter