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Pete McVries was a possessive person.
You would be too, if you were him. If you'd spent your life with nothing and no one, only to stumble into more money than you ever thought existed and the most wonderful man on earth in one fell swoop.
Sue him if he got a little jealous. If maybe he didn't love when people looked at Ray a little too long. Ray was gorgeous. Tall and husky with red hair and freckles and that beautiful smile. Of course Pete wasn't the only one who noticed. Didn't mean he had to like it.
Thank God Ray had been a virgin when they met.
Even if Ray hadn't told him, it would've been pretty obvious. The way he blushed when Pete's hands wandered under his shirt. How he gasped when Pete touched his cock. How quickly he came that first time, whimpering and whining from the most rudimentary of handjobs. No one had ever touched him like that before, and if Pete had his way, no one else ever would again.
He was so reactive. Everything Pete did made him squirm and moan. It was kind of shocking, to the point where he'd started to think Ray was performing a little. Pete was more experienced, sure, but not that experienced. It couldn't have been that good.
That was, until Ray had put his mouth on Pete's cock and given him the sloppiest, clumsiest blowjob of his life, and despite the objective awareness that it wasn't really that great, he'd come harder than he ever had in his life. It must've been something about being in love.
And he loved Ray. He really did. This was where he was inexperienced; he'd never been in love before. Ray thought he'd probably been in love with Jan at some point (the thought made Pete want to throw up) but he said it was different with them. Pete had never been in love at all. He'd had what could be called relationships, but none of them had been like this. They were intense and tumultuous. What he and Ray had... well, it was definitely intense, especially at first. But it was also... sweet. Warm. Safe. Pete had never felt like that before. He wanted to keep feeling it forever. He wanted them to buy a house in the middle of nowhere and never, ever leave, just stay there together all day, everyday, joined at the hip, chained together. He wore Ray's clothes whenever he could. He swooned at the sight of Ray wearing his. He wanted to buy him a ring, preferably a magnetic one that was attracted to one he himself wore so that they would always be holding hands. He wanted to melt together into one being, like that old story Ray told him about how people used to have four arms and legs and two heads until the gods tore them apart. He wanted them to be so intertwined that even God could never, ever separate them again.
That was the poet in him, the romantic. The practical part of him knew that was all impossible, so he decided on the next best thing: fucking each other's brains out whenever possible.
Even when they had been living with Ray's mother in his childhood bedroom, they hadn't been able to keep their hands off each other. Now that they had their own place, they were insatiable. Without the risk of anyone hearing or seeing anything, Pete had started experimenting, trying to figure out how loud they could get, how many bruises he could suck onto Ray's soft, pale flesh. That was his favourite thing; he could spend hours just sucking and biting at him, like a fucking vampire, hungry not for blood but for sweat, for the sound of Ray moaning and the feel of his heartbeat under Pete's lips. The sight of him the next morning, his skin covered in bruises that marked him as Pete's.
Despite his initial protestations, and the way he scrambled to cover his bruised neck with a scarf even in the summer sun, he knew Ray liked it too. He'd caught him, a few times now, absentmindedly pressing on the bruises or admiring them in the mirror.
There was something so paradoxically innocent about their sex life. They were simultaneously dirty, a little rough, but sweet and pure. Ray was so curious about everything, and there were very few things Pete liked more than teaching him. He imagined that most of Ray's previous sex education must've come from stuffy old white men wearing tweed coats and using a long stick to point to a dry and dusty diagram. Pete's teaching style was markedly different, although long sticks were also involved. He was more hands-on, literally. He was a good teacher , he thought, and he loved it. He loved using his hands and his mouth and his tongue to help Ray figure out how and where he liked to be touched, demonstrating the pleasurable capabilities of parts of his body he'd apparently never considered before; the shocked moan he'd let out the first time Pete wrapped his lips around Ray's nipple was so gorgeous he'd spent inordinate amounts of time licking and sucking at each one, demonstrating just how good it could be, until Ray's voice had grown so desperate it almost sounded like sobbing. From there, they moved on to the next lesson: how it feels to come inside someone's throat. That one was much quicker.
The point was, there was nothing Pete liked more than making Ray feel good. Nothing he wanted more. The knowledge that no one else on earth had ever made him feel that way... fuck, it was worth more than any stupid prize money could ever be.
Ray didn't quite seem to understand that. It was October, and Pete's birthday was coming up. It wasn't really something he was used to celebrating, but Ray was insistent. Even if it was just the two of them and a store bought cake, he said, they had to do something. Pete wasn't used to being cared about so much. He wasn't sure how to take it. Worse, Ray kept asking what he wanted. Like as a present.
They were in Ray's bedroom, the one they almost never used, because Pete's sheets needed to be cleaned. Ray's arm was around his waist, lips pressed against his neck, and he kept asking.
"I can't just not get you anything."
"I don't need anything."
"It's not about need anymore, babe. What do you want?"
"Right now?" Pete grinned, turning his head a little so that Ray could see. He shifted his hips backwards, pressing them together. "I could think of a few things."
"Pete," Ray whined. "Seriously, man! What do you want?"
"You."
Ray scoffed, but Pete could feel his arms tightening around his waist. "You're impossible."
"I'm serious." Pete craned his neck so Ray could kiss him there. "You're all I want, baby. All I need."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
He knew he'd won when he felt Ray crowding impossibly closer, soft hands trailing up and down his abs. He could feel Ray's warm breath on his neck as he whispered: "How do you want me?"
Pete grinned, kissing his boyfriend's soft lips and twisting around until they were face to face. Then, after considering it for a second, he pushed Ray back against the mattress and straddled him.
He could feel Ray getting hard beneath him, but he refused to let them touch where he knew Ray wanted it. He would deny it, but he liked to be teased.
He leaned down for another soft, quick kiss. "Want you all day," he said, soft and low. "Want us to just..." he kissed Ray's neck; "Just stay in bed all day." Another kiss, this time to his collarbone. "Just like this."
Ray sighed, twisting his neck and wriggling his hips, showing Pete what he wanted. Pete refused, keeping his lips on Ray's collarbone, his hands on his stomach, his hips on his thighs. "Yeah?"
Pete decided to be nice, just this once, just while Ray's pretty pink neck was begging to be kissed and bitten. "Yeah." He latched on to Ray's soft flesh, nipping at it and soothing it with his tongue.
Ray's breath was shaky. He was pushing his chest up, looking for friction. "Gonna use me?"
A shot of arousal flew through him. He hadn't really considered that, not in those words anyway. He really had just meant that they could lounge around in bed all day and make out a few times, but this was a whole other beast. "You want me to?"
Ray flushed and stopped moving, like he was just now realising what he said. "Um," his eyes were averted. Pete sat up straight and adjusted his position so that his hips were planted right on top of Ray's hard cock. He grasped Ray's chin with his hand and maneuvered his head so that they were staring at each other.
"You wanna be my present, baby?" he purred. "Sounds nice, huh? You all tied up in here, naked and ready for me whenever I want." Pete could feel Ray shiver underneath him. Huh. He knew Ray was a little submissive, but this... "I could keep you all wet, baby. Come in whenever I want and fuck you, fill you up. Maybe I could ride you, too. As much as I want, over and over. And you..." He quirked an eyebrow. Ray looked so desperate like this, so pretty. He didn't always know how to respond, but dirty talk always got him so worked up. A million thoughts ran through Pete's mind. He grinned, settling on exactly what he wanted to say. Something he knew would drive Ray crazy. "I was gonna say I wouldn't let you come at all, but that's too mean. And it's my birthday. What kinda birthday would it be if I didn't get to watch you come for me? Nah." He leaned down close, Ray's warm breath on his face. "I think we'll do a little experiment. See how many times I can make you come for me."
Now that sounded like a present. He'd gotten a couple sneak previews, when he made Ray come and then kept going until he was squirming and crying and pushing Pete away. If he couldn't...
Ray whined and grabbed Pete's face, pulling him into a deep, desperate kiss. One leg wrapped around Pete's as his hips surged up. Pete placed his thigh between his boy's legs and swallowed his little moan. He used one arm to pull him closer, encouraging him to keep rutting against his leg. "You like that?"
Ray latched his lips back onto Pete's and moaned in response, hands travelling down to cup Pete's ass and pull him closer. Pete could feel how hard he was through his thin pyjama pants. When he raised his head, he could see Ray's nipples, hard and pink, through the thin white t-shirt. He ducked his head to lick at them, making the material even more transparent than before. Ray's hands gripped at his hair, his moans getting higher as his hips picked up speed.
Pete loved this, loved making his boy feel good. It was purely selfish; the look on Ray's face, his eyes blown wide, biting his lip so hard Pete worried he might draw blood. The flush covering his whole body as his back arched and his hips ground down against Pete's leg. He looked so fucking sexy like this, and Pete was the only one who got to see it. Pete was the one who caused it. No one else could make him feel this way. Ray's wrecked voice as he threw his head back in ecstasy, mouth hanging open as he spilled into his pants, was moaning Pete's name. No one else's. Ever.
As Ray came down, Pete, still hard and wanting but willing and able to wait a hell of a lot longer than Ray usually could, gently relieved him of his clothes. His skin shone with sweat. Pete, always more selfish than Ray gave him credit for, let himself lick his sweaty stomach, up his chest, planting his face beneath Ray's arm, inhaling deeply, kissing and licking at the skin and hair there for as long as Ray would let him. It smelled like him, tasted like him. Drove Pete crazy.
"Pete." Ray's voice interrupted him all too soon. "Ew."
"Sorry," Pete laughed, kissing his way up to Ray's mouth. "So good. Drive me fucking crazy, baby."
Ray giggled into his mouth, not yet lucid enough to think that it was gross to be kissing the lips that had just been licking up his sweat. His hand moved from Pete's ass to his waist, starting to move his sweatpants down. Suddenly, Pete pulled away.
"Y'okay?" Ray's eyes were half open. Pete couldn't help but touch him, running his hands up his sides and squeezing at the soft flesh of his love handles.
"Yeah," he responded, more breathless than he wanted to be. He sat up, kneeling between Ray's legs. He stared at him, his hairy chest and freckled thighs and reddened nipples. Softly, he pressed a thumb to the bruise he'd left on Ray's stomach a few days ago. Ray flinched slightly, but relaxed into Pete's touch. "Can I try something?"
He'd got the idea in his head now, and he knew it would drive him crazy until he actually got to experience it, and probably even after that too.
Ray breathed heavily, pushing his sweaty hair away from his face. "Yeah?" he said a little apprehensive.
That tone of voice almost made Pete abandon the whole thing. He never wanted Ray to feel anything but safe with him. He liked to think he knew Ray well enough to know when he was really into something and when he wasn't, but he still worried sometimes. Ray was still so new to all of this. Pete remembered that, remembered older, more experienced guys pushing him into things he didn't want to do. Worse, he remembered not really knowing what they wanted to do, letting them do it, and realising too late that he definitely didn't want it. Feeling dirty. Ashamed. Cowardly.
He didn't ever want Ray to feel like that.
"Hey," he leaned down, pressing a soft, quick kiss to Ray's lips. "Don't feel like you have to say yes. I don't... I wanna make you feel good, okay? I don't wanna hurt you."
Ray smiled softly. "You could never hurt me."
But I could, Pete thought. I have. I've hurt people. I've been hurt and then I hurt people.
Ray saw him as someone so kind and gentle. Someone who saw the light in everything. And he tried to be that, especially for Ray. But he hadn't always been that way. He'd been tough. Mean. Angry. But he was trying not to be that way anymore. And maybe it was working. If Ray really felt that way, if it never even crossed his mind that Pete could hurt him... maybe he really could be the person Ray saw. Maybe he almost was.
He held Ray's face in his hands, rubbing his cheek with one hand. Bent down to kiss the other cheek. So many times he'd tried to count the freckles on his face, but he inevitably got distracted.
Ray's hands moved up and down his back. "You okay?"
Pete nodded. He was almost fully soft now, but with Ray moving to capture his lips in a proper kiss and pulling their bodies closer, banishing all the horrible thoughts bubbling to the surface of his brain, his body had started to take interest again.
"What did you wanna try?" Ray asked. His voice was soft, a little hoarse. So sweet and so sexy. "Want me to get you off?"
It was almost silly, considering how exhausted Ray sounded. Then again, Pete's idea wouldn't exactly help with that.
He breathed deeply, nuzzling his nose into the crook of Ray's neck and breathing in his scent. "Nah," he said. "Not yet." He moved again, up to Ray's ear, laving at the sensitive skin there with his tongue. "Wanna try and get you off again."
"Ha!" Ray's laugh was so loud and sudden it almost knocked Pete off him. Pete sat back up, staring at him. He wasn't sure what reaction he expected, but it wasn't that. "Pete, it's been like... what, two minutes?" His skin was still red and sweaty, eyes half lidded. He looked tired, but... well, if you'd asked Pete, he would've said that Ray still seemed a little horny. Maybe he didn't know him as well as he thought.
"Okay," he said. "That's okay." His hands were still on Ray's thighs, tantalisingly close to his now limp dick. "That's fine, we - sorry, I'm sorry, baby. I didn't mean to push." He started to move off the bed. "Wanna take a shower? You can go first, I'll - "
"Whoa," Ray interrupted, grabbing him by the hand and pulling him back to bed. "Hey, man, I..." His cheeks flushed. "I didn't say 'no'."
Pete grinned. Okay, he thought, maybe his first assessment had been right. He repositioned himself between Ray's legs, letting his hands wander up and down his thighs. "You didn't, did you?" Experimentally, he let his hands wander closer to the patch of auburn hair between Ray's thighs, avoiding his prick and running his fingers through the hair on his stomach.
"I... what did you wanna do?"
Pete ducked his head down again, kissing another mark onto Ray's stomach. Before he could answer, Ray spoke again.
"You can do whatever you want to me."
Pete stared up at the man in front of him. Ray was staring back, right into his eyes, one hand rubbing at the nape of Pete's neck. The look on his face was as naked as his body, and it finally hit Pete just how much Ray trusted him. Ray trusted him to know what he did and didn't want. To figure out what he might like. Ray trusted him enough to tell him "You can do whatever you want to me", to ask him to tie him up, to use him. And here Pete was, second guessing his every move like a fucking idiot.
He surged up to kiss him, deep but hurried. "I wanna finger you," he groaned into Ray's mouth. He was suddenly desperate again, spurred on by Ray's enthusiasm and trust and mostly - almost entirely - Ray's naked body crushed up against his.
"Second drawer," Ray breathed, and Pete broke away from him for a few terrible seconds to fumble open the drawer. There was nothing in there except the slightly used bottle of lube and a magazine with Eartha Kitt on the front cover. He made a mental note of it so he could make fun of Ray later.
Ray was lying back on the mattress, legs spread wide. Pete wanted to bite every inch of him. He resisted, opting instead to kiss him on his lips, cheeks, nose and forehead, making him giggle. Pete loved that stupid little giggle. If he could, he'd spend the rest of his life making Ray giggle.
For now, he had other things to do. He sat between Ray's legs, stroking and kissing his thighs. His dick still lay limp between his thighs, but Pete didn't think it would stay that way for long. He reached down, grabbing Ray's ass cheeks. Not for any practical reason, he just liked to feel them. Ray had a perfect ass. Pale and freckled and soft as the rest of him. Usually, Pete liked to see Ray's face when they fucked, but fucking him from behind meant he got to see that gorgeous plump ass jiggle with every thrust, which was almost as good.
"Pete." Ray distracted him from his trance. He was a little out of breath. He almost sounded embarrassed. Oh, this would definitely not take long.
The first finger slid in easily. They'd fucked last night, so Ray's hole was still a little loose. Pete found his prostate easily and Ray made a noise somewhere between a moan and a grunt and moved away from Pete's fingers.
"You okay?"
"Yeah," he panted. "It's... it's a lot." He wriggled his hips, pressed back against Pete's finger. God the way he moved...
"Good?"
"Good. More."
He was getting hard again. The blush from his face to his chest to his stomach extended all the way to his thick cock. Pete added another finger, crooked it in just the way he knew Ray liked it, drawing another moan from him.
Sex, or at least fingering, was not that different from playing a guitar. You move your fingers this way, and you get this noise. Maybe that was why he liked it so much. A combination of two of his favourite things.
Softly, slowly, teasing, he wrapped his free hand around Ray's cock. At the same time, he pressed both fingers right up against his spot. Ray's whines filled his ears like a symphony. Ray Garraty in D-Minor.
A drop of pre-cum spilled out and down, down onto Pete's fingers, and his last shred of self-control snapped. He licked up Ray's cock, licked at the tip, and finally took Ray into his mouth. The broken noises the other man made as he swiveled his hips, up into Pete's mouth and down onto his fingers, went straight to his own dick. He wanted him so badly. He'd tried not to think about, tried to focus on Ray's pleasure for now, but fuck, that noise. Pete swallowed around his cock, coaxing more whines and whimpers out of him, until he finally felt Ray's hands on his head, pushing him down as his salty wet come filled Pete's throat. Soon, too soon, Ray was pulling him off and up, replacing his dick with his tongue.
Pete couldn't help it, he was rutting his hips against Ray's stomach, so fucking desperate to come. He didn't care how, he just needed it, needed friction, needed to come. Then Ray was pulling his pants down and breaking away from their kiss. His eyes were barely open. His lips were swollen. God, he looked so good. So pretty. When he spoke, his words were slurred, like he was drunk.
"Wanna fuck me?"
Pete's hand flew to the base of his cock, squeezing, preventing himself from coming right then and there. He fumbled around for the lube and slicked himself up. Just his hand felt so good it was hard to tear himself away.
"Not gonna last long," he warned, lining himself up with Ray's entrance.
"Thassokay," Ray slurred. "S'okay, baby, make me... mm, make me feel... so fucking good, baby."
Still, he wanted to last a little longer. He wanted to really feel it, really enjoy it, and looking at Ray's fucked out face wasn't helping. So, he grabbed him, turned him over so his face was buried in the pillows. Ray let him, pliant and willing in his hands.
Pete grabbed those gorgeous cheeks again. Spread them apart. He slapped one, just to watch the fat jiggle under his hands, to hear Ray's high pitched whine, before finally, finally, spreading them apart and sinking inside.
"Oh, fuck," he moaned, overwhelmed by how wet and hot and tight Ray's hole was. "Oh, God, Ray, fuck."
Ray answered with a whimper, muffled by the mattress.
Pete stayed still for a few seconds, just enjoying the feeling of Ray's body. He really wasn't gonna last. He wanted to enjoy it.
It was Ray who moved first, squirming under him, pressing his hips back. Pete almost laughed. After all that, Ray still wanted it. Jesus, this boy was insatiable.
He pulled out, intending to softly thrust back inside, but his body had other ideas, slamming back into Ray so hard his body shook with it.
"Shit," Pete gasped. Ray kept whining and chasing Pete's cock with his hips, so Pete kept going, fucking him hard and rough and fast. "So good, oh God, so good for me, baby, fucking love you, love your fucking tight hole baby, so good for me."
He couldn't hold himself up anymore, collapsing forward and wrapping his body around Ray's. Every part of them touching each other, inside and out. Pete's face buried in Ray's neck, chest against back, arms wrapped around waist, legs intertwined as Pete kept fucking into him, burying his cock as deep as it could go and rolling his hips. He was so hard he felt dizzy, had no idea what he was even doing anymore except driving himself deep into Ray's tight wet hole. And then Ray was making these noises, little grunts, with every movement of their hips in tandem and it was all too much, too fucking good, he'd held on for so long but it was too much and he was gasping and pulling Ray's body close as the pleasure exploded all over him, his whole body tensing as he spilled hot and sweet and sticky into his perfect gorgeous beautiful boy.
He came back to his body eventually, realising that he'd flopped down onto Ray's back with his full body weight. He kissed the back of Ray's neck to apologise and pulled out with a wince, flopping onto his back. He could barely see, and for a second he thought about that old lady in that church who told him masturbating made you blind. Maybe there was truth to it. Maybe you could come so hard you went blind.
Then there was a weight on his chest and he could see red hair and pink shoulders, feel Ray's lips on his scarred chest. It made him ache, the way Ray kissed him there. He could've cried. But he was too tired. His eyes were closing, the soft movements of Ray's body lulling him to sleep. How Ray was still awake after all that, Pete didn't know, but he was kissing his neck now, holding his hand, only to drag it down, down, between his legs. Wrapping Pete's sticky fingers around his rapidly hardening length.
"One more?" he groaned.
Who was Pete to say no?