love enough to drown it out

by Anonymous

Summary:

Ray's in a weird headspace and needs some comfort. Luckily, his friends come through to help him out.

Notes:

• In response to a prompt by Anonymous in the Bandom Kink Meme collection.

Prompt:

 

Ray Toro is the real manwhore of MCR

(I’m down for Ray with anyone, Bert, Patrick, one or more of the other guys, I just want some kinky Toro sexy times)

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okay so this started off as a dream where all the emo bands were in this one fallout boy music video (my brain made it up ig), and then a sex tape of ray leaked with ryan and gabe and now i'm just snowballing it.

(title from mitski's "love me more" because im obsessed w this song)

Chapter 1: patrick

“And that’s a wrap.”

Ray broke the surface of the pool and immediately reached for Patrick’s hand, gasping for breath. He was shaking as he was pulled up onto the dock, muttering a faint thank-you when Patrick wrapped a towel around his shoulder, rubbing some warmth into his back.

“You okay?” Patrick asked him softly, brushing water off his cheek. “You looked amazing in that last shot.”

A grin flashed across Ray’s face automatically, and he lowered his gaze. He shook his head. “S-sorry, uh, I’m just not a good swimmer.”

Patrick nodded, and helped Ray onto his feet before pulling him tight into his arms. “Thanks for comin’ out here to do this music video for us. I know Pete’s really high-concept and everything.”

Ray snorted. “Well, I wouldn’t have agreed to do it if I didn’t believe in the vision,” he teased lightly. He held still as a few other people checked on him, though the crowding made him even more tense.

“C’mon.” Patrick guided him away to his trailer, and pulled the towel up to rub Ray’s hair.

He snorted and swatted Patrick’s hands away. “I’ll frizz,” he explained.

Patrick nodded and sighed softly. “I’ll go get your clothes, then, so you can change outta that.” He gestured to the soaked costume. “You gonna be okay?”

He took a deep breath, having to think about it for a moment. Being alone wasn’t ideal, but it was only for a moment, and it was a lot better than being surrounded by people. “Yeah, just hurry up.” He hugged the towel tighter around himself after he heard the trailer door close again, but he decided that the wet clothes weren’t sitting on his skin right, and he felt sorta bad for dripping on Patrick’s floor.

Setting the towel aside, he unbuttoned the shirt first and placed it on a counter, then smiled a little at himself and popped the button on his trousers. He toed his shoes off and decided to leave them beside the door before leaning back against the edge of the couch. Glancing back at the door, he held the tip of his tongue between his teeth and took more time sliding them down his thighs. When they were off as well, he just sighed and placed them on top of the shirt, and started toweling his legs off.

When Patrick finally returned, he stopped in his tracks. “...Hey,” he whispered, and quickly closed the door again behind him. “Wow.”

Ray, just left in damp boxers, flashed a rosy-cheeked smile at him. “Hi,” he murmured back. “You got everything?”

Patrick nodded, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight. “I’ll just...place ‘em here?” he offered, gesturing to the coffee table in front of Ray.

Ray nodded, his smile growing. “Good.” He extended a hand out to Patrick. “Come keep me warm.”

Patrick sighed softly, taking his hand to sit down with him properly on the couch. “I gotta get back to the band soon,” he whispered, pouting. “Still doing okay?”

Ray nodded, though his smile fell slightly. “Just stay as long as you can.” He cupped Patrick’s face and kissed him softly. “Please.”

Patrick hummed. “Yeah,” he murmured against his lips, and turned more properly to half-straddle his lap. He kissed him deeper, turning his thoughts off for a minute. He wrapped his arms around Ray’s shoulders.

Ray breathed in slowly when he pulled away, keeping their lips centimeters away from each other.

“Warmer?” Patrick whispered, pressing a hand around the back of his neck while the other slid slowly down his chest, feeling over his steadily-rising heartbeat.

“Getting there.” Ray kissed him again, nudging his hand lower. “Could you...?”

“It has to be quick,” Patrick reminded him, brushing his fingertips over the hem of Ray’s boxers. “They were already asking for me out there.”

Ray nipped his lower lip. “Quick is fine. I just need...” He smirked slightly. “Need to get warm.”

Patrick snorted with a nod, and let Ray lift his hip so he could peel the boxers down far enough. “Hold on.” He knotted his brow as he reached between the couch cushions, then hummed in confirmation. “There it is-” He pulled out a bottle of lube. “It’s got a warming sensation.”

Ray broke out into a soft giggle, and he leaned up to kiss him again. “You’re such a gentleman.”

Patrick grinned as he poured a small amount on his hand, spreading it out, then took Ray’s half-hard dick and stroked it quickly, trying not to squeeze too much. “That good?”

Ray whined quietly, rolling his hips up, slower than his strokes. “Wish you could take your time,” he thought aloud, and let his head fall back, growing in his hand.

“Just relax, baby, I got you.” Patrick peppered kisses all over his jaw and neck, rubbing his thumb over the head. He panted softly against his pulse point, his free hand lightly scratching Ray’s hip. Once he felt good and hard, he quickened his pace again, drinking in the harder moans Ray tried to keep quiet. He started getting more proud. “That good, Ray?”

Ray grinned as he nodded. “Yeah, please don’t stop.”

Irony can be harsh that way, sometimes, when the moment was cut with the knock of a door. Ray quickly jumped and pressed a hand over his mouth as he heard Pete calling out from the other side. “Patrick, the director’s got questions he wanted to ask you.”

Patrick huffed. “Can it wait a few more minutes?”

“You already had a few minutes, dude.”

Ray slouched with a hard groan. “...Just go,” he muttered. “I don’t wanna get you in trouble.”

“Ray-” Patrick frowned. “It’s okay, really.”

“I don’t have to come in there, do I?” Pete threatened to open the door with a jerk of the knob.

Patrick huffed. “I’m so, so sorry.” He kissed his neck softly before wiping his hand off on the towel. “We can pick this up later?”

“Yeah, I guess so.” Ray was left with a hot face and even more uncomfortable boxers; the wet fabric didn’t exactly feel great against his erection. But bringing back the fresh memories of being underwater helped quell that pretty quick. “Um, thanks for hanging out with me while you could.”

Patrick got back on his feet. “My pleasure.” He flashed a smile and waited until Ray grabbed his clothes and disappeared behind the bathroom curtain before he left.

Once Ray got dressed again, he took another deep breath to calm himself, pushing his hair back as he peeked out from the trailer door, trying to remain unseen. He was mostly successful, at least, until Ryan’s eyes lit up.

“Hi!” he called out, and hurried to catch up to Ray’s side. “That was a pretty awesome day, right?”

Ray couldn’t help but smile, despite how wound up he still was. “Uh, yeah. It’s gonna look awesome, I’m sure.”

It wasn’t hard to pick up on Ray’s tension, no matter how much he tried to hide it. “You alright?” Ryan gently touched his arm.

Ray nodded. “Yeah, I’m just ready to go home, honestly. Took a lot out of me.”

Ryan bit his tongue. “Well, Gabe and I were thinking about hanging out at my place for a bit, if you wanted to join us? It’s gonna be really chill.”

Ray thought it over more. Either he could slink back to his apartment and jerk off alone, or he could just hang out with Ryan and Gabe. He chose the less lonely option. “...Yeah, thanks. That sounds really good right now, actually.”

Notes:

i was thinking that maybe i just keep this as a thread of oneshots loosely connected (or not idk) of ray just having a thotty summer, leave suggestions in the comments abt any ray ship and i'll write it up!

Chapter 2: ryan & gabe

Notes:

this was the more memorable part of the dream tbh, hope you enjoy!

“Well, Gabe and I were thinking about hanging out at my place for a bit, if you wanted to join us? It’s gonna be really chill.”

Ray thought it over more. Either he could slink back to his apartment and jerk off alone, or he could just hang out with Ryan and Gabe. He chose the less lonely option. “...Yeah, thanks. That sounds really good right now, actually.”

Ryan grinned with a nod. “Awesome!” He led Ray over to his car where Gabe was waiting for them, and he perked up with excitement. “You don’t mind if Ray joins us, right?”

“I’d be heartbroken if he didn’t.” Gabe reached out to squeeze Ray’s hand before they all got in the car. He decided to sit in the back next to Ray, pressing up against his side.

Ryan pouted. “Hey, I have to be all alone up here?”

Gabe leaned forward and gently squeezed his shoulder. “Just drive faster.”

Ray rolled his eyes and nudged Gabe. “You want me to get up front?” he offered, but was interrupted with Gabe wrapping around his arm.

“Stay with me,” he murmured, pressing his chin on Ray’s shoulder. “The drive isn’t that far, promise.”

Ryan sighed, shaking his head as he started up the engine and drove off. “Just keep it down back there.”

Ray bit his tongue; in all honesty, Gabe was really not making it easy for him to keep his erection down, and he crossed his legs as subtly as he could.

However, Gabe was always good at picking up on subtleties, and he pressed a hand to Ray’s back. “You feelin’ okay, there?”

Ray smiled lightly and lowered his face, leaning back against him. “I guess. Uh...” His face flushed hot; there was really no use in hiding it now. Besides, he was comfortable enough around the both of them to be more open. “Patrick- okay, so, he was really just trying to help me relax, because I don’t do great in water.”

“He helped you relax?” Gabe beamed, resting his other hand on Ray’s thigh. “You wanna elaborate?”

Ray glanced back at Ryan through the rearview mirror, swallowing lightly. “Not necessarily.” He smirked, teasing them. “Wouldn’t be fair to Patrick.”

Ryan pouted. “But you looked sort of gloomy when I saw you out there. You sure everything’s alright?”

Ray nodded. “I’ll say this much. Pete interrupted and Patrick had to leave, so...”

“So-” Gabe pressed a light kiss to his shoulder. “We get to help you finish in his place?” He wiggled his brow.

Ray’s brow knotted when he looked toward Ryan again. “It’s your apartment, man. I’m totally fine with just taking it easy.”

Ryan smiled back at them. “We had a long day. We could do with letting off a little steam. Just wait until I’m allowed to join in.”

Gabe sighed, even if his hand kept moving slowly. “You’re lucky you’re so cute, Ryan. But you drive like someone who doesn’t want their dick sucked.”

Ray couldn’t help but laugh hard. “Leave him alone, someone had to drive,” he teased, and reached forward to rub Ryan’s shoulder. “Thank you for obeying traffic laws.”

“Drive faster,” Gabe whispered with a grin.

 

 

Thankfully, the drive only lasted around ten more minutes, and Gabe practically dragged Ray out of the car once it was parked. Ryan rolled his eyes as he fumbled around his keyring to unlock his door.

Gabe detached himself from Ray for a minute to hold Ryan’s face tightly in his hands, kissing him hard. “Thanks for taking us here, baby.”

Ray closed the door quietly, leaning back against it.

“Too dark,” Ryan mumbled against Gabe’s lips, and he stretched his arm out to fumble around for a light switch. When he finally found it, he hummed.

“Couch,” Gabe decided, grabbing Ray’s wrist to pull them both in that direction. He flopped down on one end and placed Ray between himself and Ryan, leaning in to finally kiss his mouth. Gabe didn’t beat around the bush; when he got revved up, there was hardly any slowing him down.

Ray whined when he felt Gabe’s tongue in his mouth, and he reached back to bury a hand in Ryan’s hair when warm lips pressed to his neck. He got dizzy with all the sudden attention, and his body went pliant. All he could tell was that he felt his own clothes were being taken off, and he heard Gabe and Ryan’s rustling, assuming the same was happening. When his eyes fluttered open again, he was right.

Ryan’s hands stroked tenderly down Ray’s sides, causing him to shudder. “What d’you want, Ray?” he whispered, nipping the shell of his ear.

Ray’s face flushed brightly, his thighs squirming. In all honesty, he just wanted to get off, but he felt selfish for saying that. “Can I turn around?” He chewed on his lip, glancing at Ryan from the corner of his eye.

Gabe grinned. “You want us to tell you what to do, Toro?” he half-teased.

“I just-” Ray stumbled over his words. It was difficult to think with all the blood out of his brain and in his dick, and he swallowed. “Lemme suck Ryan off. You...can have your way with me.” He shut his eyes again. Stupid phrasing.

Gabe pressed a hand to his own chest. “You’re so good to me, Ray.” He pecked his lips before giving Ray space to turn and face Ryan.

Ryan kissed Ray hard, but not as messily as Gabe had. He sat up more, eventually pushing himself up onto the arm of the couch and settling Ray’s head in his lap. “This good for you?”

Ray kissed Ryan’s hip before he nodded. “If it’s good for you, yeah.” He sucked a hickey on his thigh, his lips and teeth working their way around Ryan’s groin and pelvis before he finally reached out to take his dick in his hand.

Ryan gripped the back of the couch for leverage, and kept Ray’s hair pushed back, watching with a held breath as Ray teased the leaking slit with his tongue first. Ryan shuddered, gripping his hair tighter and pulling his head closer, getting the head of his dick into Ray’s mouth, at the very least.

Ray smirked openly around him and stared up at him through his lashes, but not before he gasped.

His body tensed up, and he pulled his mouth away for a moment to glance over his shoulder at Gabe, who was lightly spreading his ass open and pressing the pad of his thumb over his hole.

“This alright?” Gabe grinned, moving his thumb in a slow circle.

Ray hummed softly and nodded, then took Ryan’s dick back into his mouth. He took him in slowly, taking time to relax his throat, which was kind of difficult when Gabe was still distracting him. At least Ryan was being patient with him, but eventually he was able to take more, little by little. And what he couldn’t, he stroked off with his hand.

Gabe stopped for a moment to pull out some lube, and coated his fingers. “Relax, Toro,” he purred, and leaned down to kiss his tailbone. He pressed the top knuckle of his index finger in as he pressed a beeline of kisses up Ray’s spine, gradually sliding his finger in further.

Ray moaned around Ryan’s cock, his face hot and tingling. He was too immersed in feeling the both of them at the same time, with Gabe pressed against his back and Ryan carding his fingers through his hair, and maybe he couldn’t breathe again, but this was the opposite of being underwater, in a way. He almost got so caught up in his own subconscious that he didn’t even hear Ryan and Gabe talking. He blinked a few times, pulling back to Ryan’s head again before looking back up at him.

“You okay?” Ryan asked softly.

Ray kissed the shaft. “Yeah. Just got really into it,” he explained, jerking Ryan off quicker. He bucked his hips back, dipping his head down to get his mouth on Ryan’s balls. His own cock twitched when Gabe added a second finger.

“You’re doing so good, Toro,” Gabe told him softly, pulling Ray’s hips a little higher so he could get a better angle. “You feel good?”

Ray whined hard, his hand shaking and squeezing Ryan a little harder.

Ryan rolled his hips up. “Gonna cum soon, Ray. Didn’t know you had such a talented mouth,” he told him. “Just-” He pressed a hand to Ray’s chest and helped him sit up a little more, just enough so he could lean down and meet him halfway to kiss him again.

Ray gripped Ryan’s shoulder hard, his nails digging lightly into his skin as his other hand kept stroking him. Ray’s hips squirmed as Gabe’s fingers curled, and Ray moaned into Ryan’s mouth, his eyes shut tight.

Ryan gripped Ray’s jaw hard with both hands, crying out as cum spilled all over Ray’s hand and wrist. “Fuck,” he panted, pressing their foreheads together.

Ray swallowed, slowing his hands down. “Good?” He nipped Ryan’s lower lip.

Ryan grinned and nodded slightly, sliding back down on the couch cushion to get himself under Ray slightly.

Gabe lifted Ray’s hand up to suck the cum off, humming softly. “Wanna help me out, then, Ry?”

Ryan poked his tongue at his lips and nodded. “Of course.”

Gabe scissored his fingers slowly inside Ray. “Think you could be ready for me soon?”

Ray swallowed. “Yeah, just...one more.” He closed his eyes again and breathed deeply, trying to spread his legs more when Gabe pulled back, only to slide the third finger in.

Ryan’s hands pressed against Ray’s ribs and he took more time to really feel him. They slid up, cupping his chest as he pressed his palms up against his nipples.

Ray nearly lost it there, and he gripped at the couch cushion under Ryan for dear life. “So close-” he warned them. “Gabe.”

“Okay. I’m right here, just gimme a moment.” Gabe kissed Ray’s neck as he pulled his fingers out, then stroked his hip as he spread lube out over his own dick. “Nice and slow?”

Ray pressed his face against Ryan’s neck as he tried to think, then shook his head. “Just fuck me.”

“Oh, Toro.” Gabe bit down on his shoulder. “You got it, baby.” He pressed into Ray at first just to let him adjust, making sure Ray wasn’t showing any signs of pain before he bottomed out.

“Gabe,” Ray repeated.

Ryan kissed Ray again and got a hand around his dick. "You're okay," he murmured, smiling softly against his lips. "You're gonna feel so good."

Gabe pulled his hips back until he was halfway in, then thrust forward hard.

Ray threw his head back, feeling a hard shiver crawl down his spine. "Just like that," he whined. "Gabe, please."

Gabe turned Ray's face as much as he could to kiss him.

Between Gabe's cock and Ryan jerking him off, he knew he wasn't going to last long. "I'm gonna-"

Gabe hugged Ray's waist tightly, kissing the base of his neck. "C'mon, I wanna feel you."

Ray gripped Ryan's shoulders as he cried out hard. He clenched around Gabe, and he came over Ryan's stomach. "Fuck!" His whole body trembled as he rode the high, and was quickly sandwiched between the two.

Gabe rolled his hips a lot slower. "Satisfied?" he murmured with a cheeky smile.

Ray didn't hear him at first; his ears were ringing and he settled his face down against Ryan's chest. "Oh," he mumbled when he remembered the question. "Yeah."

Gabe chuckled and stroked Ray's cheek. "Mind if I finish?"

"Go ahead." Ray nodded slowly as he hugged Ryan comfortably.

Gabe kissed Ray's cheek. "Don't fall asleep on me," he teased. He quickened his pace again, not going as hard, but keeping his motions smooth.

Ray enjoyed the way Gabe moved his body, causing Ray's dick to grind between his and Ryan's hips, edging on overstimulation in an oddly comfortable way. Despite what Gabe told him, he had dozed off lightly right before he came. He managed to wake back up in time, pressing his hips back again.

Gabe paused for a split second before he pulled out of Ray and came on his back. “Fuck, your ass is so tight, Ray.”

Ray finally laid fully down against Ryan’s body, letting one leg hang down the side of the couch. He lifted his head for a moment after his breathing calmed again, and he flashed a warm smile at Ryan. “Thanks for inviting me over.”

“I’m glad you’re feeling good.” Ryan kissed him gently, running his fingers through Ray’s curls. He kissed him softly, taking time to taste his lips. His own taste still lingered there, causing his cheeks to warm.

“I’m really glad I didn’t stay home alone,” Ray murmured between kisses. “I get to stay pressed between you two.”

Gabe smiled against Ray’s back. “Well, at some point, we’ll probably have to get up before we crush poor Ry.”

Ryan shrugged. “I won’t complain if you guys Giles Corey me.”

Ray pressed his face against Ryan’s neck as he fell into a hard laugh. “You’re such a nerd,” he giggled, and nuzzled the juncture of his neck and shoulder softly. “I really should shower at some point, anyway.”

“Need company?” Gabe perked up with an eager grin.

“I think we could all fit, if we manage it right.” Ryan stretched his arms out slowly.

Ray rested his head on Ryan’s chest for a moment. “Sure. Just gimme a few more minutes,” he mumbled, kissing his heated skin.

Ryan lifted his head back up to kiss him once more, humming softly. “Take as long as you need.”

“Haven’t been this comfy in a while.” Ray let his eyes flutter shut. “Wouldn’t mind staying like this forever.”

Gabe stroked his side softly and leaned up more to steal a kiss, first from Ray, then from Ryan. “We got all the time in the world.”

Ray hardly heard what Gabe said before he dozed off for real, though he didn’t mean to. He was warm between them both, and more importantly, he felt safe.

The room was dark by the time he jerked awake, forgetting what he’d dreamt about in the matter of seconds, and only the light from Ryan’s TV kept Ray from being completely blind.

“Hey.” Gabe rubbed his shoulder through a soft knitted blanket that must have been wrapped around him at some point. “Ry went off to bed, you alright?”

Ray nodded and rubbed an eye. “Thanks,” he croaked, realizing his head was in Gabe’s lap. Before he could say anything else, he heard his phone go off. Groaning, he reached down to try and find his pants, and reached into the pocket. It was just past midnight, and it took a moment for his vision to focus before he realized he got a text from Joe.

heard u left early, u get home ok?

“Who’s that?” Gabe smiled.

Ray rolled onto his back to look back up at him. “Joe. Maybe I should go check in with him.”

Gabe raised his brows. “Ray Toro, you little hussy.” He helped Ray sit up, taking in the sight of him when the blanket fell off his bare body. Gabe had borrowed a pair of Ryan’s pajama pants, which were comically too short for him.

Ray was glad for the low light of the room so Gabe couldn’t see how red his face got. “Yeah, well...I’m not quite ready to go home yet.” He started getting dressed again, noticing that the cum was cleaned off his hips. “...Thanks, Gabe.”

“We should do this again,” Gabe told him with a grin.

Ray slid his shirt back on after his pants. “You’ve got my number. I’ll make time for you.”

Gabe pressed his hands to his cheeks. “You’re so sweet. C’mere.”

Ray snorted as he leaned over to kiss Gabe again. “Tell Ryan I said thanks, too. And that offer’s open.” He picked his phone up before heading over to the door, texting Joe back.

Actually, could I come over to your place?

Chapter 3: joe

Actually, could I come over to your place?

Ray called himself an Uber and waited right outside of Ryan’s apartment, smiling when Joe got back to him so quickly.

ofc man. everything ok??

Joe was sweet. Joe was good for unwinding with, and that lit up a spark in Ray’s gut, making him more excited.

Yeah, just got done chilling with Ry and Gabe. Miss you, though.

Ray grinned to himself when Joe responded with an excited emoji, and got into the car when it pulled up next to him. The driver was quiet; it was late already, and Ray wasn’t much of a talker when it came to strangers, anyway. He was just thankful that they didn’t try to force a conversation, and the ride went by peacefully.

Joe was sitting out on his front doorstep, waiting for Ray. He perked up from hunching over when he saw Ray get out of the car, and hopped back onto his feet to go meet him. “Hey, it’s good to see you.”

Ray snorted with a grin. “I’m glad you missed me so much after...what? 3 hours?”

“Didn’t you miss me, too?” Joe playfully poked at Ray’s side.

Ray eyed Joe up and down. “I could show you how much I missed you, if you want.”

Joe curled his fingers under the bottom hem of Ray’s shirt. “It’s cold out here.” He guided him back to the door and opened it for him, staying close. “You still smell like chlorine.”

Ray’s cheeks flushed, and he glanced away with a timid smile. “I didn’t have a chance to stop at home after the shoot,” he admitted, and paused for emphasis. “How big’s your shower?”

Joe snorted and slid his fingers lightly over Ray’s hips. “Big enough,” he assured him. “Let’s get it started.”

“Please.” Ray let out a sigh of relief. As nice as his night had been going, and as kind as either Gabe or Ryan were to give him a spot clean, a full shower sounded like a dream. Even better, Joe probably had shampoo that wouldn’t fuck up his hair too bad.

Joe pecked Ray’s lips before leading him over to the bathroom and started the water before taking the initiative to pull his own shirt off. “Y’know, Patrick was looking all over for you, too.”

Ray pressed his lips together to try and hide a smile. He pulled his shirt off again and followed with his jeans and boxers quickly after. “Sorry I left so quickly. Ryan and Gabe just kinda swept me away, you know how convincing Gabe can be.”

“I sure do.” Joe chuckled and took a moment to admire Ray’s body. “Fuck, Ray.”

“Cut it out.” Ray chuckled faintly. He could practically feel Joe’s eyes sizing him up, as if he wasn’t doing the same shit right outside his door a minute ago. But it was different when he was completely naked.

Joe grinned as he leaned against the tiled wall. “You just- you. You’re...” He dragged his hands down Ray’s thick arms as Ray reached over to rid Joe of his sweatpants and boxers for him. He was unashamedly hard and on full display.

“Is the water warm yet?” Ray murmured, closing more distance between them.

Joe pulled the curtain aside fully to stick his hand under the water, and he hummed. “Get in here.” Grabbing Ray’s hip with his other hand, he made sure neither of them stumbled into the bathtub, and pressed their bodies up against each other so they were both under the showerhead.

Ray quickly buried his hands in Joe’s hair and kissed him hard, shutting his eyes tight. “Tell me sum’m,” he mumbled against his lips. “Were you hard before or after I showed up?”

Joe shuddered, and his face heated up. “When you texted me,” he admitted, nipping at Ray’s lower lip. “When you asked to come over.”

Ray gently massaged Joe’s scalp with one hand as his other dropped to Joe’s waist, rubbing slow circles against the side of his pelvis with his thumb. “Yeah? You were already anticipating this?”

Joe pressed his back against the wall. “Maybe not exactly like this, but this is even better, honestly.” He canted his hips forward, brushing his cock against Ray’s thigh.

Ray gasped softly, his pupils widening as he stared at Joe’s face again. “What were you thinking, then? How did you imagine me?”

Joe gave a half-shrug. “I didn’t have a lot in mind. Just-” He grinded their hips together. “You and me in my bed. Or on the couch. Or me sitting on my kitchen counter with your head between my legs, y’know?”

Ray nodded lightly, and kissed down Joe’s neck to suck on the juncture of his shoulder. “Is that still what you want?”

“This is perfect.” Joe leaned his head back, exposing more of his throat. “Just keep this up.”

Ray gently kissed his adam’s apple and pressed their dicks together, trying to wrap his hand around both of them as much as he could. “Just wanna be manhandled a bit?” he teased.

“I jerked off a little...while I waited for you,” Joe admitted, a tremble in his ribs. He dug his nails into Ray’s thighs, squeezing them hard. “Just enough to work myself up.”

Ray moaned softly against his ear. “Maybe you should continue this, then. Lemme feel how you touched yourself.”

“Jesus, Ray.” Joe turned Ray’s face to his mouth again and bit down properly on his lip. “Yeah.” Moving Ray’s hand aside, he soaped his hand up before he took over stroking the both of them. “I was just...laying back in bed. Hand down my pants. Thinking ‘bout your fucking amazing lips.”

Ray tugged on his hair, causing Joe’s voice to crack. “After the shower,” he promised in a heavy exhale. “You can fuck my mouth.”

Joe moved his hand faster, his hips rolling like keeping still would hurt him. He whined harder when Ray slid his tongue up his neck, sucking a faint hickey right behind his ear. A secret reminder. “Not gonna last much longer.”

Ray panted softly and kissed him one more time before nodding. “Yeah. C’mon, baby, cum for me. I’m right there with you.”

When Joe arched his back, it was like a trigger to set Ray off as well, and they both came between their hot stomachs, one right after the other. Neither of them could really tell who came first, but it didn’t matter. The next minute or two was spent in white noise, just the sound of their heavy breathing and the shower, until Ray laughed softly.

“What?” Joe murmured, smiling anyway.

Ray shrugged. “You know, Patrick gave me half a handjob earlier. Pete cockblocked us.”

Joe’s jaw dropped. “You’re a very wanted man tonight.” He dragged his nails lightly up Ray’s back. “I’ll have to rub it in Trick’s face that I got to finish you off.”

And just like that, Ray was flustered again, kissing Joe’s shoulder again. “I wish I could see the look on his face.”

Joe grinned and kissed Ray’s cheek. “C’mon. Let’s actually shower a little and get in bed. I’m beat after today.”

“I don’t blame you.” Ray took another moment before pulling his weight off Joe and actually getting clean, which he underestimated how much he needed. He felt amazing once he stepped out onto the bath mat, if not a little shaky in the knees.

Joe passed him a towel first. “You need to borrow clothes? I don’t mind,” he offered.

“Uh, sure. Thanks.” Ray smiled and dried his body off, then was careful scrunching the water out of his hair.

“Yeah, c’mon.” Joe just slid his sweatpants back on and abandoned the rest of the clothes on the bathroom floor before making his way back into his room to toss Ray actual pajama pants.

Ray left his boxers off, smirking a little as he stepped into the pants. He laid down on Joe’s bed and stretched out, settling on his stomach. He folded his arms and rested his cheek against them, watching as Joe sat on the edge and reached out to touch his bicep again. “I haven’t been this comfy in ages.”

“I’m honored.” Joe’s smile was warm, and his voice gentle. “If you wanna just sleep over, I’m cool with that. We had a long day, and I got a show I’m goin’ to tomorrow night.”

Ray blinked. “Oh, yeah? Who?”

“One of Pete’s friends’ projects or something. The Brobecks.” Joe settled down to lay next to Ray, his hand sliding further over to rub his back. “You wanna go?”

Ray grinned. “Fuck it, why not?”

“Sweet. We can just chill in the afternoon, I dunno. Whatever you wanna do.” Joe’s eyes started fluttering closed.

Ray wasn’t far behind him, and he hummed in content. “Chilling sounds really good.”

Joe cracked an eye open again to pull the top blanket over them, despite them still being warm from the shower. It was better to preserve the heat, and he inched closer to Ray to ensure that.

Ray was blissfully compliant. “Night, Joe,” he whispered before falling into a deeper sleep.

 

 

The sun was high in the sky by the time Ray’s eyes opened again, and he twitched in panic when he forgot where he was for a split second. Seeing Joe, still deep asleep, calmed him down just as quickly, and he shook his head at himself. The events of last night caught up to him a moment later, and his face heated all over again.

Joe’s chest rose and fell slowly, it seemed mean to wake him up. Instead, Ray sighed and kissed his collarbone lightly before rolling out of bed and padding to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. He stretched his arms out, groaning, and decided to snoop through his cabinets out of boredom.

“My dishes are pretty boring,” Joe's voice croaked out, making Ray jump.

Ray turned around quickly, then laughed to himself. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Joe rubbed his eye with a yawn, then shrugged. “No worries. I smelled coffee.”

Ray softened and grabbed him a mug, pouring some out for him. But watching Joe got him thinking again, specifically about what he’d said in the shower. Ray side-stepped, and patted the empty space on the counter. “Saved you a seat.”

Joe arched a brow, but it didn’t take him long to get it. “Oh. Thank you.” His cheeks flushed red as he stepped up to the counter and pushed himself to sit up. He pressed his elbows to his knees on instinct, thighs spread and a slight twitch between them.

Ray slotted himself up against Joe again. “I dunno if this’ll wake you up or just make you tired again,” he joked, slowly kneeling down.

Joe lifted his hips to slide his pants down. “Guess we’ll just have to see.”

Ray hummed and decided not to waste time, licking up the semi-hard cock before trying to keep it from twitching again. His hand squeezed gently, and stroked as he took the head in his mouth.

“Jesus, Ray.” The back of Joe’s head gently bumped against a cabinet door.

“Go as hard as you want,” Ray assured him, and dropped his jaw.

Joe gripped Ray’s hair hard as he kept himself supported on one arm, and shifted his hips up slowly to start. “Just tell me if it’s too much.”

Ray’s mouth was halfway down Joe’s cock, and he nodded slightly up at him. He breathed in slowly, letting Joe set the pace as he worked on relaxing his throat to take more of him in, gradually meeting the rhythm to encourage him to thrust harder.

Joe tugged hard at Ray’s hair, moving his head along with his own hips, and he dug his heels against the lower wall of the counter. “How the fuck did you get so good at this?” he whined, already leaking against Ray’s tongue. “No wonder everyone wants to be all over you.”

Ray’s cheeks turned bright pink as he gagged for a second before recovering. His fingers gripped Joe’s thighs, massaging them as they quivered.

Joe wasn’t prepared to get his brains blown out his dick first thing when he woke up, so it didn’t take him much longer until he pulled back from Ray’s mouth and came all over his lips and chin. His grip on his hair loosened up, and pet his scalp much softer. “You okay?”

Ray licked his lips, and he smiled. He rubbed his eye, only watering from the roughness.

“You sure?” Joe made sure, a twinge of anxiousness suddenly settling in his gut.

“Yeah, man.” Ray’s voice was a little shot, but his smile stayed soft as he pushed himself slowly back on his feet. He grabbed a paper towel sheet to wipe his mouth off, and kissed Joe with a content hum. “I thought about waking you up that way, but...you’re too cute when you’re sleeping.”

Joe finally smiled again, and playfully shoved at Ray’s face. “Shut up.” He snorted, and slid off the counter to get his pants back up. “You wanna veg out and watch a movie or something?”

“Please.” Ray took a moment to stretch again before getting himself a cup of coffee, eager to sink into the couch and do nothing for a few hours. He needed some time to catch his breath before going out again that night.

Notes:

guess who the next hookup is! >:)
thanks to that person in that bandom server for the inspiration, can't wait to write a twink gettin railed <3

this chapter also ended up longer than i expected but idk im a sucker for mr trohman ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Chapter 4: dallon

Ray was thankful for the lazy day before the show. After he’d dragged himself off from Joe’s couch, he borrowed one of his shirts, got back in his own jeans, and decided to ditch his boxers for the night. Always meant he could come back over to Joe’s some other time, or something.

The Brobecks had just taken the stage by the time they got to the bar, and Ray was pretty captivated from the start. He stuck close to Joe for the first few minutes, until Joe saw a few of his other friends, and bid Ray a fond farewell. All the more reason for Ray to head closer to the stage, close enough where he’d caught the singer’s eye and earned a curious smirk.

Of course, Ray was always an avid appreciator of a good sound, and he had to admit, the band was awesome. But he was quickly becoming more enraptured with the singer’s stage presence, his smooth voice and the way he riled the crowd up. Ray grabbed himself a drink during the set, smiling as he kept meeting the singer’s gaze.

After the set ended, the singer gestured for Ray to come back behind the stage. The rest of the band continued off to the green room, but he was all smiles as he looked Ray up and down up close. He was speechless at first, only chuckling faintly as he rubbed the side of his neck.

“Hey,” Ray started off for him. “You sounded really good up there. All tired out from singing?” he teased.

He shook his head, leaning up against the narrow hallway wall. “Not really. Just tried to think of something smooth to say, but looking at you makes my head go kinda fuzzy.”

Ray grinned and rolled his eyes playfully. “You’re too kind to me.”

“I’m Dallon,” he finally introduced himself, and held a hand out.

Ray took it and pulled Dallon closer. “Would you even remember my name if I told you? I can imagine you’re pretty popular.”

“I don’t think I’m gonna forget you anytime soon-” Dallon’s mouth hung open slightly, arching a brow as he waited for Ray.

He snorted. “Ray.”

“Ray,” Dallon repeated, letting the name linger in his mouth. “Wanna get some air real quick?”

Ray nodded without missing a beat. “Yeah, it’s hot in here.”

Dallon smirked and slid his hands around Ray’s hips. “Yeah, well, tough luck for you. It’s about to get hotter.”

Ray snorted and leaned his head back. “Get the hell outside.”

Dallon laughed with him and took his hand to gently pull him out the back door and into the alley where the band’s van was parked. He was careful to avoid the overhead light above the door, despite how much he would’ve loved to get Ray in the best light he could. It was easier not to get caught in the dark. “I don’t have a lot of time, so I hope you don’t mind making it quick?”

Ray nodded and took Dallon’s chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Fine with me,” he clarified, his voice dropping to a whisper before he kissed him properly. He took it slow first, curious, and gradually pressed harder against his mouth.

Dallon, however, was eager. He pressed his hands to Ray’s jaw and kept him in place, poking his tongue at Ray’s lips. His hips grinded up against his.

Ray smiled as his eyes fluttered shut, and he pressed Dallon up against the brick wall with a hand buried in his sweat-damp hair from performing. He was clearly still vibrating with energy; Ray thought in the back of his mind if he’d been hard on stage. His gaze was so set on watching his face that he missed out on viewing the full experience. Well, at least there was this. At least Dallon’s erection was pressed up against his thigh.

Ray pulled his hips back just enough to elicit a whine from Dallon, but he quickly shut up when Ray tore his belt open and popped the button on his jeans. “Does being on stage get you off or something?” he teased.

Dallon bit his own lip, his face warming further. “Well, it’s clearly working for you,” he quipped back, proud of himself. The smile only lasted a minute until he felt a hand around the bast of his dick, and he gasped hard. “Fuck-”

“That good?” Ray kissed the corner of his lips, stroking his shaft as smoothly as he could manage. His jeans were fucking tight, it was difficult to get a good rhythm like this.

Still, Dallon nodded. At least, he did at first, before he helped Ray out and pushed his jeans down to his mid-thighs. “Can I-” he choked out between soft whimpers, his mouth struggling to keep up with his thoughts.

Ray slowly thumbed over the head, and hummed. “Can you what, Dallon?”

Dallon swallowed hard. “...Wanna see you, too.”

Ray eyed Dallon up and down, and his smile curled. “Go ahead.”

Dallon grinned. His hands fumbled slightly out of need, but he got Ray’s pants down pretty quick, shuddering when he didn’t feel the barrier of underwear. “Fuck, I want that in me.”

Ray held back a laugh. “You said you wanted this to be quick.”

“I know.” Dallon couldn’t tear his eyes away. “But if I don’t, it’s gonna haunt me.”

Ray kissed him again as he tried to think over the possibilities. They were in the back of a bar alley, after all, and he could still hear people inside bustling around. But Dallon was determined, panting in his ear as his stroking got faster around his dick.

“Please?” Dallon whispered, his voice cracking.

It was fine. Ray had a condom left, this would be fine. He caved with a nod, and kissed him again. “Turn around for me?”

Dallon did as he was told, arching his hips back to press his ass back against Ray. “I can open myself up for you, if it’s easier?”

“Oh-” Ray swallowed hard, pressing a hand on Dallon’s shoulder. “Yeah, fuck, lemme see you.”

Dallon pressed the tip of his tongue tightly between his lips as he fished a packet of lube out of his pocket, and spread some of it over his fingers. He breathed deeply and tried to meet Ray’s eyes as much as he could.

Ray suddenly wasn’t sure where to look. Dallon’s come-hither stare was sort of entrancing, but watching his two fingers slip into his ass was really something else. “Dallon, fuck, d’you get a lot of practice with this?”

“Maybe.” Dallon panted shakily. “Is that a problem for you?”

Ray smiled and shook his head. “I’d be a hypocrite if it was.” He glanced down again to watch his fingers, and he gripped Dallon’s hips tight.

“Like what you see?” Dallon shivered, rolling his hips. “Can’t wait to feel you deep inside me.”

Ray swallowed hard, reaching around to stroke Dallon’s dick again. “You’re so hot, Dallon.”

“C’mon, it’s hard to wait for you.” Dallon spread his fingers inside himself, biting a cry back. “Ray, please. Please don’t keep me waiting for much longer.”

Ray nodded and pulled a condom out, rolling it over himself as he lined the tip of his dick up. “Okay, you sure you’re good?” he murmured, but his blood was rushing in his ears. He was clearly just as needy at this point.

“Just go slow at first.” Dallon exhaled and shut his eyes tight when Ray finally slid into him. His nails dragged over the brick, though with Ray still jerking him off, it helped him stay relaxed. “Yeah, just like that.”

“I got you,” Ray purred, his free hand still gripping Dallon’s hip to try and keep him steady. But once he bottomed out, he pulled out quicker, and started a steady rhythm. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot.”

Dallon leaned back against Ray’s chest, kissing and biting at his jaw. “Keep touching me like that, m’not gonna last long.”

“Wasn’t that kinda the point?” Ray snorted, and kissed him back. He pulled out to the head once more, and shifted his angle slightly.

Dallon threw his head back, and covered his own mouth when he cried out. “Keep fucking me right there, shit.”

Ray nodded, using his thrusts to help match his hand’s strokes. “That’s good? Did I hit a sweet spot?” He stayed deep inside him to grind his dick against the spot, holding Dallon tighter to his body.

Dallon devolved into a shaky mess, and it wasn’t much longer until he came, shooting against the wall. When he clenched around Ray, it caused him to cum as well. They both were left shaky-legged, needing the wall to support them. Dallon was careful not to stain his jeans, and he laughed softly. “Thanks, Ray.

Ray pulled out of him slowly, tied the condom off, and got his pants back up. “I should be thanking you.”

Dallon rolled his eyes with a smirk. “You’re a sweetheart.” He kissed Ray’s cheek. “I should probably get back inside before they ask where I am.”

“I get it, man. Enjoy your night, you deserve it.” Ray helped Dallon with his pants, then opened the door back up for him.

Dallon pressed his hands to his cheeks with a grin. “A gentleman!” He waved to Ray before disappearing inside.

Ray sighed in content, and took another minute to recover before calling an Uber to finally get home. He needed a little break from the wild few days.

Notes:

sorry this one was a lil shorter! the progression didn't turn out the way i expected, but someone from a groupchat i'm in was talking abt how they wanted to read dallon getting pounded so uhhhh

if you're reading this, i hope it suffices ;)

anyway, i know who's gonna be in the next chapter, just not sure when it's gonna be posted. i'll try to write it soon!

Chapter 5: bert

Ray was a relatively safe guy, especially when it came to sex. Maybe he’d let his friends raw him sometimes, maybe that was a little risky, but at least he was still taking precautions about it. He’d scheduled himself a STD test a few days later, and ended up sitting in his urgent care, opening up Nintendogs while he was waiting to be called.

Most of the time, he didn’t take his eyes off the screen whenever the door to the offices opened. At least, until he heard a voice he didn’t expect spoke up. “No fuckin’ way,” Bert said.

Ray glanced up, and his eyes widened. A grin followed as he fixed his posture. “Oh, hey! I didn’t expect to see you here, man. You okay?”

Bert took up the empty seat next to Ray, much to the mild annoyance of the receptionist who needed him to sign out. “Yeah, I’m just getting tested. Figured it’s been long enough I’m due for a new checkup.”

Ray snorted and high fived him. “Same.”

Bert’s jaw dropped. “Well, well! Someone’s been busy lately?” He nudged Ray’s side with a cheeky smirk. “Who’ve you been with?”

“Nosy.” Ray rolled his eyes, then glanced back down at his toy poodle that he was supposed to be walking.

Bert disregarded Ray’s personal space and leaned his head on his shoulder, not that Ray seemed to mind. “She’s cute. What’d you name her?”

Ray shrugged. “Dog,” he answered. “I felt a little uninspired with this one, but she’s still a good pup.”

Bert snorted and shook his head. “Poor thing. Hey, you doing anything after this?”

“Not really, no.” Ray shook his head, then eyed Bert up and down. “What happened?”

Bert clicked his tongue. “Nice way of putting it.” He sighed. “...But you’re right. Gee’s been blowing me off recently, and not in the fun way. And I don’t really have anyone to be a nerd with.”

“I highly doubt that, three-quarters of our friend circle are all massive nerds.” Ray shook his head.

Bert narrowed his eyes. “Fine, then I guess we won’t hang out. Sorry for implying.” He stuck his nose up dramatically.

Ray laughed softly right before a nurse stepped out and called his name. “Lemme make it up to you, then. You can come over to my place, or vice versa, and you can play with my dogs while I’m getting swabbed or whatever.” He handed his DS over to Bert.

“Hah! Good luck getting this back.” Bert grinned and slouched in his seat. “Hate to see you go, but I love watching you walk away.”

Ray shook his head and flipped him off before disappearing behind the door. There was a little more waiting for the doctor to show up, he answered a few questions, got swabbed and pissed in a cup, and the doctor told him he’d get his results back in a day or two. By the time he signed out at the desk, the receptionist tried to gently urge him to have Bert come up and finally do the same.

Bert just smiled and waved when Ray glanced over his shoulder, earning an eye roll from Ray.

“Stop being a dick,” Ray joked, smiling when Bert finally came up. He held his hand out to get his DS back, but Bert’s smile only grew wider. When they were both signed out, they headed for the door, and Ray held it open for Bert. “So, your place or mine?”

Bert hummed. “...Mine’s closer. And I cleaned it recently.” He held his chin up proudly. “Mind giving me a ride over? My license got suspended. Plus, I wanna keep donating all your dogs.”

Ray’s jaw dropped. “You better not have!”

Bert arched his brow, and skipped over to Ray’s passenger seat. “I’m taking over your game, and there’s nothing you can do about it.”

Ray huffed as he sat down behind the wheel. “I’m just gonna give you the benefit of the doubt and believe that you’re joking with me.” He turned the engine on. “What’d you do to get a suspension, anyway?”

“Just ticket shit.” Bert groaned with a hard roll of his eyes, and he flipped the DS closed. “You wanna risk getting a ticket?”

Ray blinked. “What?” It took him a moment for him to catch on. “Oh. Are you saying...road head?”

Bert bit his lip. “C’mon. You could take the long way to my place, it’ll be fun.”

“It’s 11 in the morning, Bert. People don’t usually do this shit in broad daylight in the city.” Ray’s jaw shifted. “Do they?”

“I do.” Bert leaned in and rested his chin on Ray’s shoulder. His hand snaked over Ray’s thigh, sliding up to poke his fingertips under the hem of his shirt. “Or would just a handy make you feel safer?”

Ray jumped slightly, keeping his eyes forward. He laughed to himself. “We don’t even have our results back,” he teased, dropping his voice to a whisper.

Bert took Ray’s smile as a go-ahead, but he kept studying his expression closely as he unbuckled Ray’s belt. Still, Ray didn’t push him away, and he crept his hand into his jeans, one finger at a time. “Then we’ll just have to be extra safe, won’t we?”

“Bert, your hand is in my pants while I’m driving. Pretty sure there’s safer sex positions.” Ray laughed quietly to himself, and was cut off with a hiss when Bert wrapped his fingers around his dick. “Your hand’s cold.”

“You’re welcome.” Bert giggled against the shell of Ray’s ear. “But, seriously. Tell me you’re cool with this or I’ll back off.”

Ray swallowed. “...Let’s wait,” he thought aloud. “Only because I wanna touch you back. Besides, we’re already halfway there.”

Bert pretended to scoff, then pecked Ray’s cheek. “Fine.” He gave Ray’s dick a light squeeze before pulling his hand back out and pressing his feet up against the dashboard. He was patient for the rest of the ride, but by the time they pulled up in front of his apartment, he was practically dragging Ray out of the car.

“Easy!” Ray laughed, barely catching himself after tripping over Bert’s stoop. It was the only thing he could say before Bert was pressing their mouths together desperately. Ray kicked the door behind him closed.

Bert hummed, holding Ray’s jaw tight. “I got a new idea,” he murmured against his lips. “We could play Too Hot.”

Ray squinted. “Have you been watching The L Word?”

Bert nudged Ray to sit on his couch and hushed him softly. “Maybe, not important. Anyway, you remember how to play?”

“We just make out and have to keep our hands to ourselves, right?” Ray kissed the corner of Bert’s lips. “What does the loser have to do?”

Bert hummed as he kissed Ray back fully. “Getting their face fucked?” he suggested, closing his eyes. He sighed as he placed his hands behind his back.

Ray nodded, and relaxed his hands at his sides. “Okay, so are we starting?”

“Yeah.” Bert kissed Ray harder, leaning forward more. He played dirty, and Ray wasn’t really sure if he was playing to win or lose on purpose. Either way, Bert was kissing like he wanted to climb all over Ray by the way he sucked on his lip.

Ray’s fingers twitched, but he slid his thumbs in his belt loops to try and keep them still. “Is talking allowed?” he murmured.

Bert smirked. “It is now,” he decided. “Y’think I could get myself off by just kissing you?”

“Isn’t that cheating?” Ray brushed their noses together softly. “We can’t touch.”

“We can’t touch each other,” Bert corrected him. “Besides, I could do it without my hands, too.”

Ray whined softly, curling his fingers into his palms. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

“You know it, baby.” Bert poked his tongue at Ray’s lips, panting softly. “Really, just thinkin’ about your horse cock just does something-” He was cut off when Ray burst into laughter.

“Don’t call it that.” Ray grinned and shook his head.

“What?” Bert chased his lips. “Oh, sorry. I mean your massive meat wand, your enormous hog-”

“Bert, stop!” Ray laughed harder, leaning over. He pressed his head on Bert’s shoulder.

Bert laughed proudly to himself before sucking on Ray’s neck. “What are you getting so flustered about, hm? You getting all shy about your member?”

“No, God, that one’s the worst.” Ray shut his eyes and leaned his head to the side. “You’re so fucking distracting.”

Bert pulled back to kiss him again, clearly smug. “As if that’s a bad thing.” He moved to crawl into Ray’s lap.

“Ah!” Ray poked his chest, his eyes wide and bright. “You touched me first.”

Bert just kissed him again, softer. “I didn’t use my hands, though.”

Ray narrowed his eyes with a suspicious hum. “Did you say you’re not supposed to use your hands, though? ‘Cause I was under the impression that it was a whole-body sort of situation.”

Bert laughed. “What do you think making out involves, genius?”

Ray hated that Bert’s laugh was kind of infectious, but only in the way where he tried to mean business. That fell apart easily. “You’re such a cheater.” He snorted.

Bert arched a brow precociously, then lowered his face and softened. “I’ll make a deal with you, then. You admit that I won, and I’ll blow you anyway. Hm?” His fingers crept up Ray’s stomach and sternum until his hand flattened out against his collarbone, leaning Ray back on the couch.

Ray licked his lips. “You’re lucky I’m not competitive.” He settled back easily, tucking a hand behind his head to prop it up slightly.

Bert squeezed Ray’s thighs, opening them up more as he slid himself down more. “God, your legs are so perfect.” He got Ray’s pants off as quickly as he could manage, and leaned down to drag his teeth over Ray’s groin.

Ray gasped with a flinch, but his smile grew. “So you just gonna tease me the whole time?” His free hand reached down to brush Bert’s hair back.

Bert locked eyes with Ray’s before he gave him one good bite, sucking hard. He smiled to himself as he tried to hold Ray’s hips still while his mouth was still attached. “Careful, you got my dental records on you now,” he purred when he pulled away.

“Just don’t commit any crimes until tomorrow.” Ray let out a breathy laugh and rolled his eyes. “C’mon.”

Bert kept looking up at Ray as he dragged his tongue over Ray’s dick through his boxers, getting them damp. “Like this?” His hand pressed against the base as he sucked on the head.

Ray leaned his head back more and whined softly. “You’re not getting me to beg, McCracken.”

Bert shifted up a little more, still squeezing the base softly, and he sucked a hickey onto Ray’s hip. “That’s fine. Maybe I just wanna make a mess of you.” He brushed his nose up against Ray’s shirt, pushing it up more and licked the trail of hair running down below his belly button. “Maybe I just wanna drive you crazy.”

Ray’s grip tightened in his hair, and he shuddered. “Well, let’s see how far you can get. Got me curious.”

Bert moaned softly just for the sake of being noisy, and he pushed Ray’s shirt above his chest, and lightly dragged his nails back down, teasing right past his nipples. He continued sucking little hickeys over his stomach.

Ray fell victim to him immediately, arching his back up more. He pulled his shirt off the rest of the way, already frustrated with it, and he made quick to get at his underwear.

Bert grabbed at his wrists and pinned them to the couch. “Just wait,” he exhaled, his voice musky. “I’ll get to it, you just gotta wait.”

Ray’s chest rose and fell slowly before Bert kissed his ribs. “For someone who desperately wanted to get me off while driving, you’re surprisingly patient now.”

“Well, I forgot how much I need to appreciate your body.” Bert dragged his teeth over Ray’s nipple.

Ray wrapped a leg around his back. “So would you at least let me get naked? You can’t even see all of me yet.”

“Well, it’s not exactly like you leave much to the imagination.” Bert grinned again as he slid his hand over the outline of Ray’s cock again, reveling in the way Ray bucked his hips up. “But you do have a really pretty dick.”

“How can a dick...” Ray stopped himself, and he shook his head lightly. “Thanks.” He lifted his hips up again when Bert finally left him bare, and he closed his eyes.

Bert leaned down again, just brushing his lips as lightly as he could over his length, and he pressed Ray’s hips down harder before finally wrapping his mouth around him.

Ray cried out lightly, and pressed his lips together tightly. He tried to fight Bert’s hands, but it was a losing battle that he quickly got distracted from, anyway. Bert’s mouth took a surprising amount of him; he’d forgotten Bert was particularly proud of having no gag reflex.

Bert pushed Ray’s legs up just enough to grab at his ass; he wanted to leave as many marks on him as he could, though he pulled off when Ray tensed up abruptly. “You good, man?” he croaked.

“Sorry.” Ray nodded. “Your fingers, uh, got a lil’ close. Not that I’m opposed, just took me off guard.”

Bert bit his lip, and his fingertips teased right over his hole again. “Maybe next time. After we get our results back.” He snorted lightly.

Ray shivered a little, and nodded back at him with a smile. “Fine with me.”

“Speaking of...” Bert continued jerking Ray off, licking up his shaft a few times until Ray came over his hips and stomach, and his muscles immediately relaxed. “As much as I love swallowing, I probably shouldn’t yet.”

Ray giggled, nudging Bert’s face. “Yeah, yeah.”

Bert pushed himself and kissed Ray softly before cleaning him off with his own shirt, then tossed it onto the floor. “Wanna hang out until we get them back?”

Once Ray could actually get his thoughts together again, he nodded. “Sounds romantic.”

Bert blew a raspberry against his cheek. “That’s me. A modern debonair.”

Ray laughed harder and pulled Bert back down to lay on top of him. “I missed you, man.”

“Feeling’s mutual.” Bert grinned against Ray’s neck.

Notes:

me: has fun writing this chapter
also me: takes like. multiple weeks to finish it

.........................am i a bay truther now?????

anyway, if you got any suggestions as to who should get a piece of ray next, drop a comment!

Chapter 6: pete & patrick

Notes:

if anyone was waiting for this, please extend your gratitude to ao3 user destroyababy who left a comment on the last chapter and reminded me this existed oops
also sorry if this was rushed. im stoned af and freeballing this atm, but it was fun to finally make another chapter

The results were in. Ray and Bert both cleared the tests, and they got milkshakes and settled in to have a hammer horror marathon to celebrate. Ray was settled into the corner of the couch and Bert's head was in his lap, comfortable and content. Until Ray's phone interrupted when the text ping went off.

"Mister Popular over here." Bert smirked.

Ray rolled his eyes. "It's probably noth-" He paused to open the image in the text he got from Patrick. The header was, I have a surprise for you ;), and maybe a few days ago, he would have known the surprise in advance. But when he saw a naked Pete handcuffed to Patrick's bedpost in the photo, it had his eyes wide. "Oh."

Bert sat up in lightning speed to look over Ray's shoulder. "Oh my god, is that all for you?" He grinned.

Ray nudged him. "Stop eavesdropping," he teased, then sighed. "Yeah, looks like that's my cue to go." He kissed Bert's forehead as he wiggled away from him and got up.

Bert pouted. "Please come back soon, my door's always open for you."

Ray snorted and finished his milkshake. "Go bother Gee again, he'll cave eventually for you." He kissed him one more time before pulling his phone out again on the way to his car. He texted Patrick back with 4 running emojis and took off for the next apartment.

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Ray knocked on Patrick's door, trying his hardest not to grin. Patrick opened up a few seconds later, eyeing Ray up and down with a smirk. "Thanks for coming over on such short notice. It was just good timing for us."

Ray hummed with a nod, and he stepped inside. "Yeah, I mean, I was just hanging out. But I'd drop a lot of things for this, anyway." He snorted softly. "I really missed you."

Patrick leaned in to peck Ray's lips. "We missed you, too. You should've seen Pete's face when I told him what he was interrupting."

"I said I was sorry a billion times!" Pete called out from Patrick's room, followed by the clanking and jingling of the handcuffs.

Ray sighed dramatically and rested a hand on Patrick's shoulder. "The producers really needed to ask you some questions. It just couldn't have waited for me to cum. So tragic."

"Well, fortunately, Pete can't wait, either." Patrick took Ray's hand to lead him back. "But he's gonna get it done right."

Ray's breath caught a little when he saw Pete in the flesh, all pouty as he knelt on the floor. He wasn't even allowed to be on the bed, which made Ray laugh softly back at Patrick. "A fitting punishment."

Patrick hummed, striding over to brush Pete's hair back. "You can do whatever you want to him, Ray."

Pete chewed on his lip ring, glancing between the two eagerly.

"I already got a plan in mind, don't worry." Ray nodded as he walked over as well, sitting on the bed with his legs spread on either side of Pete. "We're gonna start this all over, only this time, you're gonna be the one that's blowing me, sweetheart." He held Pete's chin gently. "And Patrick's gonna open you up so he can join in."

Pete blew his bangs off his face. "He already did, though."

"I wanted him to be ready if you wanted to fuck him," Patrick added.

Ray softened, and he kissed both of them. "You two are so good to me." He smiled as he straightened his back, then gripped Pete a little harder. "Go ahead, then. Get to work."

Pete nodded and got Ray's belt undone and got his pants down. His pupils widened as he took in the sight of him, and quickly licked up his shaft.

Ray exhaled with a smile and grabbed a loose handful of Pete's hair. Partially to keep it out of the way. "Good, nice and easy, baby." He glanced back at Patrick and arched a brow. "Do you need an invitation?"

"I'm torn a little between wishing I was Pete, and also having fun watching," Patrick admitted.

Ray squeezed his thigh, whining softly. "Get down there and teach him a lesson in patience."

Patrick snorted and nodded. "You got me there." He got up and undressed as he settled behind Pete, leaning over to kiss and suck hickeys on the back of his shoulder. He tapped his ass hard before lifting his hips up just enough to slide his cock into him. "Sit," he teased.

Pete whined as he got the head of Ray's dick in his mouth, and lowered himself back down and shut his eyes. "Baby-"

Ray thrust into his mouth gently. "No talking, Pete."

Pete looked apologetically back up at Ray as Patrick thrust in behind him, and he clenched his fingers, just letting the both of them use him. His own cock twitched, and he tried to move his legs to get some sort of friction. Anything to be touched, but he couldn't get enough. He looked back up at Ray, who smiled back down at him.

Ray tugged his hair a little harder. "You're doing so good, Pete. Being such a good toy for us."

"It's about time someone shut that mouth up, anyway." Patrick grinned before biting down on Pete's shoulder, He gripped Pete's hips tight and thrust harder, panting hard on his skin. "You're the perfect slut when you get your mouth stuffed, you're so beautiful like this."

Pete let out a muffled whine and rolled his hips back, squirming desperately. He cried out again, letting Ray slide deeper into his mouth when Patrick aimed for his prostate, and little tears welled in the corners of his eyes.

"You doin' okay?" Ray whispered, loosening his grip a little. "Thumbs up or down."

Pete nodded and put his thumbs up, and he slid his tongue along the underside of Ray's shaft again.

Ray's thighs started to tense. "In your mouth or on your face, gorgeous?"

Pete almost took the question as a challenge, and he took in as much of Ray as he could, holding his breath for a moment.

Ray gasped and pulled Pete's head back enough to paint his tongue white, leaning his head back fully. "Fuck, you're beautiful."

Between Ray's taste and Patrick's thrusts, he tried to hold himself back after he swallowed. "I gotta- Patrick, please."

"Don't," Patrick warned him. "I'm not done with you."

Once Ray caught his breath, he slid down next to them on the floor and smiled as he held the base of Pete's cock tight. "You got this, Pete, I know you're good." He leaned over and slid his tongue in Pete's mouth.

Patrick smacked his thigh and gripped it until his nails made indents in his skin, and with one final thrust, he stayed as deep in Pete as he could and shivered hard. "Keep holding it," he panted, rubbing Pete's sweaty side with his free hand.

Pete groaned hard and rolled his hips and ass back on Patrick, causing Ray to stroke his cock just barely. "Come on, I'm so fucking close. I'm sorry for interrupting."

Ray grinned, holding the base firmer. "I dunno, maybe he shouldn't at all."

When Patrick relaxed enough, he started lifting Pete's hips up again to pull out of him, and slid a plug back in. "I don't mind that. He deserves to wait."

Pete dropped his face against his forearms and sighed dramatically. "Then just gimme a second."

"Here." Ray got a water bottle from the side table and helped him take a few sips. "You were amazing, Pete. I'm glad I got to come back here and make up for lost time."

Patrick smirked and kissed Ray's cheek. "You're welcome," he teased.

Pete took a few more deep breaths, and splayed his fingers out. "Okay. I won't cum, cross my heart. Uncuff me, please?"

Patrick nodded softly and got the key out, freeing Pete's wrists and rubbing them. "Thanks for playing along, I appreciate it."

Ray cracked a smile and helped Pete back up on the bed. "Seriously, you're so sweet to me. I know I said it before, but this was great."

Pete rolled his shoulders to work the stiffness out, and stretched his arms as the three of them started settling on the bed. "I have a confession to make. Joe fucked Ray before us."

"What?" Patrick blinked. "Really?"

"Hey." Ray snorted. "First of all, that's not your confession to make. Secondly, it's not even a competition."

"I got jealous, anyway. That's the confession." Pete leaned on Patrick. "He texted me that he was feeling really good after Ray came over, so I went to Patrick for comfort and the bastard puts me in cuffs."

"Oh, baby." Ray lifted Pete's wrist up and kissed the indent. "I like you all the same amount. And I really, really like you."

"You better." Pete kissed him hard, nipping his bottom lip before Patrick tugged him back.

"I can't go another round yet," Patrick teased.

Ray hummed and leaned back, taking both of them with him. "I'm pretty fucking content right now, if you ask me."