Chapter 23 #2
Though as they keep chatting, something seems off about Gene. His smile fades, forming a frown, and he places a hand on his abdomen. His other hand clenches his knee, knuckles tight and whitening. He hiccups again, shoulders quaking.
“Hey Gene, be honest, are you really alright?” Ray asks, setting his drink down on the low table.
“I don’t feel so good…” Gene shakes his head.
“I told you to slow down, man,” Santi says, rubbing the towel resting on Gene’s shoulder. “You think you need to throw up?”
Gene hiccups again before he speaks. “Y-yeah, I think I might…”
“Hurry up to the bathroom, then!” Santi stands, pulling Gene up to stand with him, throwing Gene’s towel on the couch. “The bathroom’s just right over there.”
“Okay—” Gene coughs, and clenches his hand on his stomach.
“You need me to help hold your hair back?” Santi asks.
“No, I—I want Ray,” Gene says, making eye contact with him. “I want Ray to help me. Please.”
“I mean, I’m already right here—”
“No, it’s okay, I’ll help,” Ray says, standing up as well, setting his own towel down and walking around the table to grab Gene around his shoulders. It warms Ray’s heart to know that Gene would choose him over everyone else for this. “I’ll always be here if you need me.”
“Alright, alright, fine.” Santi rolls his eyes with a smile on his face. “I know you guys are tight. I’ll stay here and keep Carol company.”
“Thanks, Santi,” Carol says. “You guys take care. Let us know if you need anything, okay?”
“For sure, babe,” Ray says. “Alright Gene, let’s hurry now…”
Ray scurries Gene off, choosing the room along the dark brick wall with the ‘Men’s’ sign on it.
It turns out that it’s a rather small, single-stall room, and Ray shuts the door behind themselves once they’re inside, locking it.
At least since there aren’t any more stalls, Ray’s relieved that Gene doesn’t have to worry about anyone else hearing him retching his guts out. That’s good.
“Alright, let me get the toilet seat—”
“No, Ray, stop. Don’t.”
Ray blinks, letting go of Gene’s shoulders and stopping in his tracks. “What? Why not? You gonna throw up in the sink instead?”
Gene stands up straight, head held high, and he smirks. He fucking smirks. “I’m not gonna throw up at all. I lied.”
“You…” Ray’s shoulders bounce in a chuckle. “You motherfucker. You really don’t need to vomit?”
“Nope. C’mon, Ray, you know I can handle three drinks easily. I might be tipsy, but I’m perfectly fine.” He puts his hand on his hip, as if for emphasis.
“You were faking it the whole time. My fucking god.” Ray chuckles again, shaking his head. “You got me good. What the hell are we both doing in the bathroom, then?”
“I had to think of a believable excuse for us both to go in here at the same time.” Gene shrugs.
“An excuse, huh?” Ray’s heart rate starts to quicken. “If it’s just an excuse, then… what’s the real reason we’re in here?”
“So I could have you alone.”
Gene grabs Ray by the shoulders and spins him around, Ray’s back hitting the flat, white wall perpendicular to the wooden door.
It takes his breath away. They are so close he can feel Gene’s heart beating, his breath against his face, his swimsuit-clad hips flush against his own.
The sudden friction is intense—so abrupt, Ray barely has any time to think.
His body acts on his own, lifting his hands to grasp at Gene’s waist.
“Gene…”
Gene raises one of his hands to cup Ray’s cheek. “Though… I wasn’t lying when I said I want you, Ray.”
And Gene veers forward, capturing Ray’s lips in a kiss.
Oh, isn’t this everything Ray wanted, too.
He leans into it, pressing his chest against Gene’s, moving his arms around Gene’s back to embrace him tighter.
He’s cornered—trapped against the wall, not any room to spare as Gene sinks his weight against him.
Maybe Gene is a little drunk, but Ray doesn’t care.
He’s been thinking of the moment they’d kiss again for weeks, now.
It’s so surreal, to feel Gene like this, skin against skin, the only thing separating them is their swim bottoms. Even when they’d cuddled before, they still wore pajamas over their bodies.
Gene’s bare, hairy chest pressed against his own is a sensation he can’t even describe—he’s never been this close to another man, never like this, and it riles him up, flutters swirling in his abdomen and moving down lower.
His hips move on their own, rutting against Gene’s as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Though one thing does feel rather different, something that he’s never experienced when being with a woman—the feel of Gene’s large, hardening cock rubbing against his own.
He moans into Gene’s mouth.
“You feel it, baby?” Gene asks, voice raspy, lips still brushing against Ray’s. “Is that what you want, too?”
Ray can hardly think straight. His mind is in a whirl, spinning this way and that, and yet—every time it stops, it lands on Gene.
He’s here, right now, with the man that won’t leave his thoughts.
This is exactly what he’s been craving. Whatever morals have been holding him back fly out the window.
They’re alone, here in the bathroom with the perfect opportunity, so… why hesitate?
“Yes,” Ray breathes. “Fuck yes, I want this, Gene.”
Gene smiles, then crashes his lips onto Ray’s once more. Oh, every time, it makes his chest flutter like no other.
He allows himself to let go. To let himself do to Gene whatever his heart pleases, since Gene sure as hell doesn’t seem to mind—in fact, with how Gene’s hands start to roam, cupping over Ray’s chest, he seems to be encouraging it.
So Ray moves his hands lower too, down Gene’s back, fingertips touching the hem of his swim bottoms. The pull of their bodies so close together creates a friction that burns a fire within him.
His own cock stiffens, pressing against Gene’s, threatening to spring out from the cloth.
Though, nerves kick in—flustered, never having experienced such a thing with another man—and he brings his hands up front to Gene’s chest. To be honest, he’s never groped someone so hairy before.
It’s nothing like how a woman feels. Not even his own chest has this much hair, being rather bare.
It’s something so different, so entirely Gene that makes him moan even harder.
He dares to flick his thumbs over Gene’s nipples, eliciting a vocal sigh from him as well.
Such an action must be riling Gene up, as he kisses Ray harder, thrusting his tongue inside his mouth, and moving his hands lower.
He palms over Ray’s crotch, over the fabric: rubbing, rubbing, rubbing.
Ray can hardly take it. This isn’t enough—he needs more.
Thankfully, as if Gene can hear his thoughts, he stretches the elastic of Ray’s waistband with one hand and pulls his cock out with the other.
“Gene…” Ray says as they part for a breath.
“That’s it, baby.” Gene kisses him again. “I want my name on your lips.”
Gene’s rough and steady hand, calloused from years spent playing guitar, feels like heaven.
His fingertips are just the right texture that hits him in all the right ways.
Gene pushes Ray’s swim bottoms just low enough down his hips where he can completely pull him out, his full balls hanging over the waistband.
The fire burns hotter, stirring up a pressure behind his navel—still not enough.
He flicks Gene’s nipples once more before he moves his own hands lower too, reaching for Gene’s dick.
I saw it in the shower that one time, but I’ve never seen him hard.
Carol had said he’s bigger than me. Oh fuck, I need to see for myself…
He pushes away any more thoughts of her before it ruins his mood. His sole focus is on Gene, right in front of him. The way he gently caresses Ray’s cock causes more flutters, bursting all throughout his body, moving his hand up and down slowly as if savoring the moment.
Ray manages to sneak his hand under Gene’s waistband, pulling his cock out as well.
And damn—he can tell right away without even looking that Gene is huge.
How it feels bigger in his palm compared to his own, needing to stretch his fingers a bit wider to wrap around its girth.
It takes him by surprise—his first time touching another man’s cock.
And of course it’s Gene’s, his best friend—he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“I never got to touch you like this before,” Ray says into Gene’s mouth. He looks down between them, staring at the way their hands and cocks brush against each other. “But I’ve thought about it. Like when we took that shower together.”
“Glad to know we were thinking the same thing.” Gene kisses him again. “Back then, though, I wasn’t sure how you felt. But now—now I know…”
Gene picks up the pace, stroking Ray faster.
It’s hard for him to keep up with his own hand, slipping from its place on Gene’s cock as pleasure takes its hold within him.
The way Gene touches him is unlike any other way he’s been touched before—as a man himself, Gene is someone with experience touching his own cock, knowing just the right way to flick his wrist, to squeeze his fingers at the right angle for the best sensation possible.
“Wait, here, let’s do it like this,” Gene says, and he thrusts his hips against Ray’s, lining up their cocks, and he grabs both of them in one hand, pumping them together.
“Fuck, yeah, oh my god,” Ray moans. With his hands free, he moves them up to cling to Gene’s shoulders.