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Mikey is trying, so hard, to focus on the movie. But it’s really annoying when Frank and Gerard were being all… lovey-dovey couple-y. If you asked Mikey for his private opinion, this was worse than literally every time he’d walked in on them having sex. Because with sex he could just tease them or be all annoying younger brother about it. But with this it was just… adorable but gross.
Like hello, we get it, you’re seeing each other, but there are other people in the room that are very obviously single. The single individual in question being Mikey, since Pete had cut all ties with him and ended their friends with benefits thing a couple months ago.
Since Mikey had been roommates with Pete it had sucked donkey balls, so Frank and Gerard had offered to let him stay in their spare room until he got back on his feet. Unfortunately that meant several accidents where Mikey had walked in on them in multiple different positions, in multiple different rooms (including the fucking closet) that had lead to multiple awkward silences at the kitchen counter afterwards.
Friday night is the entire group’s designated movie night, so Mikey had Ray as a buffer between him and the disgustingly star-crossed lovers at the other end of the couch. Ray’s situation (relationship wise) was not complicated. He was single. End of story.
Mikey rolls his eyes as Frank whispers something in Gerard’s ear and Gerard giggles, snuggling closer to him. He tried to focus on the humans being ripped to shreds by the zombies but it was so fucking hard with those… love noodles being gross.
Ray leans over to him. “Five bucks that they leave to bone as soon as the credits start rolling,” he whispers.
“Gross,” Mikey whispers back. “You’re on.”
And sure enough, when the movie’s over, Frank and Gerard get up, make their excuses and almost run down the hall into their bedroom.
“You owe me five bucks,” Ray grins.
“Fuck off,” Mikey shoves him. Ray laughs, and then his expression changes.
“Seriously, though, are you ok?”
Mikey shifts where he sits. “I don’t know. I mean, this is like normal for them but–”
“It hurts watching others be happy when you’re not.”
“Yeah.” It’s so easy being around Ray. It always makes the pain hurt less. And even though Mikey was already a man of few words, Ray finishes his thoughts for him when he doesn’t want to.
“You know,” Ray begins, “I could probably help. Take your mind off everything. Help you not think. You know, if you’re up for it.” Mikey arches a brow, silently urging Ray to continue. “When I uh– when I go down on my female dates they usually really like it. And when I was dating Christa and she wanted to not think she’d ask me too– I mean– I could– if you wanted– You know–” Mikey, still looking Ray dead in the eye as he turns red and stumbles over his words, silently slides a hand up into Ray’s hair. He slowly pushes Ray’s head down towards his crotch. Ray stops talking for a second.
“Okay,” he says, processing. “Okay.” He slides off the couch in front of the younger Way brother and Mikey lets his legs fall open. Ray pops the button on Mikey’s jeans and slides the zipper down before hooking his fingers around the waist band of the jeans and tugging. Mikey lifts his hips up to help, and then settles back down onto the couch.
Ray pulls the jeans all the way off Mikey’s long, slender legs, and Mikey’s boxers soon after. He looked up into the taller man’s face. “Tell me if you want me to stop,” he says softly, and then he’s down, head right between Mikey’s legs, licking a stripe up Mikey’s cunt.
Oh. Oh . This is like nothing that he’d ever experienced. Even when he was younger and constantly sleeping around, Mikey never let anyone eat him out. He could deal with penetration (occasionally, and with the right person), but someone going down on him had always felt too… personal. Mikey lets his head fall back onto the back of the couch as Ray works his tongue around his clit.
“Oh god,” he moans. “ Ray .” He lets his hands tangle in the other man’s hair, and his hips buck upwards uncontrollably. Ray hums, and the vibrations that went through his clit were… something else . Mikey pants when a tongue flicks around his clit, teasing it and tasting it all at once.
Ray’s hands come up and cup his ass, pulling him in even closer. Mikey’s gasps continue, coming out in throaty “ah, ah, ahs” and his fingers curl further into the long strands of Ray’s hair, tugging a little bit.
“God, Ray, deeper,” Mikey whines. “Please– fuck– deeper .”
Ray complies, getting down even further and thrusting his tongue inside and– oh god. Oh god oh god oh god. Mikey’s moans become more desperate and his hips buck with no distinct rhythm. Mikey’s legs, which had been draped on either side of the man between his legs, move to Ray’s shoulders as the older man’s hands go down to grasp Mikey’s thighs and pull them in closer to his head.
When Mikey’s orgasm hits, his hands fall from Ray’s hair and his thighs clenched around Ray’s head. His back arched off the couch and he can hear a desperate, keening whine. When he comes down from his high he realizes that the whine is coming from him.
“Holy shit,” Mikey gasps. “Holy shit.”
Ray had come out from between his legs and was now staring at him with something unreadable in his eyes, the lower half of his face wet. “Good?” he asks.
“I think– I think you should quit your day job and eat me out full time,” Mikey stares down at him, completely fucked out. “I’ll pay you fifty dollars every time you make me orgasm like that every day.”
“You don’t have that kind of money,” Ray grins. “You already owe me five bucks.”
Mikey snorts. “Ok fine, I’d probably pay you fifteen if I had it. But that was so worth fifty dollars. How the fuck did you get so fucking good at that?”
“Practice.”
“It paid off.” Mikey’s torso slides downwards and sideways so he’s lying partially on the couch. “I don’t think I’ve ever– wow.”
Ray tilts his head to be on Mikey’s level. “Care to elaborate on that?”
Mikey opens and closes his mouth several times, struggling to find the right words. He makes a frustrated noise in his throat, attempting to shift closer to Ray but misjudging where the couch ended so that he falls off the couch and onto the floor. “ Ouch .”
Ray leans over him, trying to suppress a smile. “Are you ok?”
Mikey’s hands flutter around as he tries (and finally succeeds… to a point) to find the right words. “Yeah I’m fine– just– c’mere.” Ray lowers his head a little further, but not close enough. Mikey makes another frustrated noise. “C’mere!” Ray still isn’t close enough. Mikey gives up, grabs Ray, and kisses him firmly on the lips. It’s awkward, because Mikey’s splayed all over the place and they’re trapped between the couch and the coffee table, but it was perfect because he’s kissing Ray and Ray’s kissing him and it’s Ray .
“Wait,” Ray says, pulling back. “Is this– just a one time thing? Because if it is I can’t–”
Mikey pulls him back down. “I don’t want it to be a one time thing. You just made me come my brains out with just your tongue, Ray, I don’t want it to be a one time thing .”
Ray stops for a second. “Okay,” he says, and that’s all he says or ever needed to say because they’re kissing again and his arms wrapped around Mikey’s back and pulled him up and Mikey’s hands run through Ray’s hair and twist and tug and pull. The older man sits up, taking the taller man with him so that Mikey’s sitting on his lap and fuck they’re making out in Frank and Gerard’s living room and Mikey’s full on Donald Duck-ing it.
Mikey pulls back from the bruising kiss to gasp out: “My room?” and Ray nods, getting up and then pulling the taller man up too. Mikey jumps up and wrapped his legs around Ray’s waist and Ray doesn’t fucking stumble (holy shit Ray’s strong, Mikey thinks) and they’re still kissing when they finally collapse onto Mikey’s bed.
“Jesus Christ,” Frank groans at one o’clock in the morning as the headboard in the room next door keeps banging into the shared wall. “They’re still fucking going.”
Gerard buries his head further into his boyfriend’s shoulder, trying and failing to drown out Mikey’s whines of “Fuck, Ray, harder, deeper, please! ” and Ray’s answering “so good, Mikes, so good for me.”s. When the sex noises from the next room get louder, Frank groans and pulls the covers up over the two of them.
“This feels like karma for something,” he says peevishly.
“Oh God,” Ray’s groaning. “Oh God, Mikey .” The headboard pounding sounds get harder as Mikey screams out Ray’s name several times.
“There’s no way he’s that good,” Gerard grumbles. “No fucking way.”
The sun slants through the window over the bed sheets discarded on the floor, various objects scattered around the bed, and Ray and Mikey lying on top of each other, passed out. Every inch of Mikey’s skin is littered with hickeys and Ray’s back is covered with red scratch marks.
Frank walks back down the hall into the kitchen, where Gerard’s head is almost in his coffee. “He’s that good, Gee,” he says as he kisses his boyfriend good morning.
“Gross,” Gerard mutters.