Chapter 6
Ray is a little tired after such a fun day, but he’s more than excited to get back inside the motel room, and not because of sleep. Gene takes a shower first, as he did yesterday, and as soon as he’s done and out, Ray goes into the bathroom to take one as well.
As he stands under the showerhead, washing off his body, Ray’s imagination goes wild.
All he can think of is Gene and what they might do together in bed.
Maybe this time, they can try something new?
He’s still a little tender from their romp yesterday to fuck like that again, but it is their last night before they have to go home.
What if they won’t have another chance to do something like this for a while?
What if we never have another chance at all?
The thought frightens Ray, giving him goosebumps despite the warmth of the shower water.
Realistically, he and Gene shouldn’t be doing anything sexual, period.
Ray has a girlfriend, and having sex with anyone else is cheating.
Does he have no moral conscience? It’s one thing to be doing it in secret away from her, here at the motel, but having thoughts about continuing this thing with Gene despite her presence back home?
Though there’s something about Gene that he just can’t help but give in to.
Every time they’re together, it makes him so happy, and it doesn’t matter what they’re doing—it could be writing songs, playing covers, singing along to the radio, performing on stage for thousands and thousands of people, or simply being alone together, intimate in the bedroom.
And it’s not just Ray who enjoys it, of course, it’s obvious it’s what Gene wants, too.
To think, not even that long ago, I didn’t know if Gene would ever want me like that.
So while he can, Ray will give in. As long as no one else finds out.
He turns off the water, getting out and drying himself off with a towel. He opts to brush his teeth later, as he’s not sure if he might still eat his dinner leftovers. After wrapping the towel around his waist, he opens the door to the main room—
The sight makes his jaw drop.
His heart skips a beat.
Gene is completely naked, lying down on the bed—one hand resting behind his head, and the other one stroking his cock.
“Well, well, now,” Ray says, unable to look away.
“I figured I didn’t need to put my pajamas on this time,” Gene says with a smirk.
“No, definitely not.”
“Care to join me?”
He doesn’t have to ask twice. “Of course.”
Ray rids himself of his towel, throwing it on the floor and nearly jumping onto the bed.
He slides up right next to Gene and throws an arm over Gene’s hairy chest, lying down, lips colliding in a passionate kiss.
His own dick grows hard too, rubbing up against Gene’s hip.
While he knew that Gene was likely up for more tonight, just seeing him naked and ready, exposed like that, makes Ray’s heart go out of control.
As their lips part, Gene reaches up to caress Ray’s face. “Are… are you sore at all from last night?”
“Honestly, a little, yeah,” Ray says. “Well, maybe it’s more like sensitive rather than sore, I guess.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t ask earlier.” Gene bites his lip. “We don’t have to go all the way tonight, if you don’t want.”
“Yeah, that’s fine. I had something else on my mind I wanted to do with you, anyways.”
“Oh, really?” Gene raises his brows. “And what was that?”
Ray pets Gene’s chest, circling around his nipple. “I wanted to suck you off.”
Gene gives him another kiss. “Fuck yeah. As long as I can do the same to you.”
“Sure. But that depends on if I don’t come on myself while I’m busy sucking you, first.”
“Maybe we could do it both at the same time? Sixty-nine?”
While the idea sounds appealing, Ray shakes his head against the pillow. “Gene, I’ve never sucked someone’s cock before. You think I’d do a good job if we’re both flipped all which ways on top of each other?”
That gets Gene to laugh. “No, I guess not. I’ve never done it either, so… Have me however you’d like tonight, okay?”
“Of course.” Ray flicks Gene’s nipple, making him gasp. “Maybe next time, whenever we end up doing it, it’ll be me fucking you.”
Gene’s face flushes a crimson red. “Oh, I like the sound of that.” But his expression softens, one that’s more tender than before. “There’ll… there’ll be a next time?”
It hits Ray then, that Gene has been just as unsure as Ray about this entire thing. I need to say something… “Well, as long as you want to, yeah. We could find time, take another vacation or whatever.”
The way Gene smiles makes Ray’s heart flutter like no other. “Yeah, for sure. I’d love that.” He gives Ray a peck on the lips.
Ray rolls on top of Gene, kissing him again.
Gene spreads his legs, letting Ray get comfortable in-between, and Ray moves lower to kiss Gene’s stubbly chin, lower, brushing his lips against Gene’s throat, and even lower, rubbing his cheek over the hairs on Gene’s chest. It’s incredibly soft, and he basks in the feeling.
It’s so different from any woman he’s been with.
There’s just something special about Gene’s soothing, fuzzy chest. He reaches up and flicks both of Gene’s nipples, making him gasp again.
But Ray can’t stop here. So he moves even lower, leaving a trail of kisses down Gene’s abdomen in his wake. It’s not long before he reaches Gene’s hefty cock, precum beading at the tip. Ray takes a chance; he leans down and licks it off, Gene shuddering at the touch.
“Oh, fuck,” Gene says, reaching down to comb his hand through Ray’s hair.
“You like that?” He gives the head another lick.
“More than just like; I love it.”
“Alright.” He licks further down the shaft, then up again, and Gene quivers.
While Ray has never given a blow job before, he’s been on the receiving end countless times.
Taking his knowledge of what’s been done to him, he applies it to Gene, reaching up to cup his balls, holding his cock in place with his lips.
The taste is salty, and Gene’s scent is wonderful, fresh from the shower—coconut and sandalwood.
Gene moans as Ray swirls his tongue, circling the tip, and he massages his balls with his fingers.
Oh, he really does love that, doesn’t he?
Ray wonders how many times Gene’s been on the receiving end, too.
Gene has never been as promiscuous as Ray, not in the slightest, but it still makes him curious.
Carol never gave him one that night, did she?
What about that Toshiko chick? He was with her for almost a whole week during the last tour.
Surely, he must’ve gotten one from her. Jealousy burns a fire within him, regardless if they’re the only ones here in the room.
He moves one hand to hold Gene’s cock in place and swallows him deeper, as far as he can go without gagging.
“Ray, baby…” Gene tugs on his hair a little tighter. “Those lips of yours are perfect.”
He might not be able to respond with words, but he moans around Gene’s cock, wishing for friction against his own other than the soft sheets of the bed.
But he’ll have his turn soon—Gene promised it.
Ray’s saliva drips down the shaft, soaking it, and he pumps with his hand what he can’t reach with his mouth.
He bobs up and down, only getting about halfway over the length before the tip reaches the back of his throat. Fuck, he’s big.
He lifts himself off, lips wet, staring down at Gene’s glossy, thick cock, and an idea forms in his head. Maybe he’s gotten blown by girls, but none of them would’ve tried this…
Ray puts two of his fingers in his mouth, coating them with saliva. He makes sure to get them good—then he places his fingertips on Gene’s balls, trailing lower, even further…
Ray looks up, making eye contact with Gene. “Spread your legs a little more.”
“Oh, uh… alright.” Gene flutters his eyelashes, cheeks red, and does as he’s told, lifting his knees higher.
“Beautiful,” Ray says, turning his eyes back downward to look between Gene’s legs. This is a part of his best friend’s body he’s never looked at so intimately before. It riles him up, making his cock stir. “I wanna finger you while I blow you,” he says, breath raspy.
“Go for it. Ah…”
Ray licks Gene’s cock again as he slides his fingers down lower, circling around Gene’s hole.
No one has ever touched Gene here before, and Ray gets to do the honors.
It boosts his ego, confidence burning a fire within, and he slowly slides one finger inside.
Gene howls—such a beautiful sound. Ray takes his free hand to hold Gene’s cock steady, working both his mouth and his hands in tandem.
“Fuck,” Gene pants. “This feels crazy. If you keep that up, I know I won’t last.”
Ray’s lips curl around Gene’s cock in a smile, humming as he continues working his hand.
Still feeling slick, he probes a second finger inside—of course, making Gene moan again.
The way Gene tightens his grasp on Ray’s hair, holding him in place and guiding him as he bobs his head…
it tightens the pressure in Ray’s own abdomen.
More and more, each time he lifts his head he flicks the tip with his tongue, swirling around it, worshiping it, before going down again.
Moving his fingers in and out, curling them inside, it’s a feeling like no other—and Gene certainly loves it, as Ray keeps going, Gene’s cock shuddering, stiffening in his mouth, slick and needy—
Cum floods Ray’s throat in a sudden burst. He swallows as it keeps coming, Gene gripping even harder onto Ray’s hair as he rides out his orgasm.
The taste is so salty and sweet, Ray can’t get enough as he eagerly drinks it all up.
He slows his hands down, coming to a stop once Gene is finished trembling.
“Ray… oh my god…”
He finally, carefully, removes his fingers, and he lifts his head, looking Gene in the eyes. Those beautiful, hazel eyes. “I take it that was good?”
Gene chuckles, pulling his hand off Ray’s head and lowering his legs. “More than good. That was amazing, baby.”
“I thought so.” Ray smirks.
“Please, I still need to return the favor. You didn’t come on yourself, did you?”
“No, I didn’t.” Ray licks his lips, tasting the saltiness still there, and he sits up straight, looking down at Gene.
His guitarist looks so ethereal, black hair all messily spread on the pillow, cheeks flushed, lips parted and panting.
“But how tired are you? Seems like I wore you out again,” Ray chuckles.
“I’ll always have energy for you.” Gene smiles. He tries to sit up—but Ray scooches forward, stopping him in his tracks. He sits on Gene’s chest, moving his hips closer to Gene’s face. “Ray…”
“Like this, you won’t need to get up.” Ray wraps his hand around his hard cock, guiding the tip to rest on Gene’s lips.
“I guess so. This works.” The way his lips gently move against Ray’s cock with each word spoken sends a pleasant shiver down his spine.
Ray slowly eases his cock into Gene’s mouth, laying the weight on Gene’s tongue.
He startles as Gene licks around, and he almost loses his balance—catching himself, resting his free hand against the headboard.
The slippery wetness is mind-blowing. He tries to hold himself back from thrusting, wanting to let Gene set his own pace, but it seems Gene has his own plans.
With both hands, Gene reaches around and grabs Ray’s ass, pulling him forward until the tip of his cock touches the back of Gene’s throat.
“Fuck, Gene…”
He doesn’t even need to thrust as Gene does it all for him, moving Ray’s hips back and forth with his hands.
Such rough, masculine hands, fingers calloused from playing guitar, gripping him in such a way, it puts Ray’s mind through the ringer as Gene’s warm mouth pleasures his cock.
He’s never had a blow job like this, hell no, never.
This is something only Gene could do to him.
“I feel so fucking close,” Ray says, holding his weight on the headboard. Gene moans in response, gripping his ass even tighter.
With each flick of his tongue, the feel of his hands, and the walls of his throat prodding his cock, Ray knows he’s a goner.
He’s so blissed out knowing that Gene wants to do this so badly to him, regardless if he’s never done it before.
I really am all his. He gladly gives Gene his cock, thrusting a little himself now, matching the rhythm that Gene sets with his hands on his hips.
Everything else in the world doesn’t matter anymore; nothing matters except being right here with Gene.
More and more, the pressure rises, intensifying, hot and wet as Gene flicks his tongue around.
It just feels so right, to be with Gene like this, as he chases the sensational feeling, faster, even faster—
The pressure explodes—Ray’s whole body shakes as his release consumes him, shooting hot cum into Gene’s mouth.
His vision goes hazy, pleasure flowing through every inch of him as Gene suctions his lips onto his dick, swallowing down what he can.
Holding a death grip onto the headboard, Ray does his best to keep his balance, afraid that if he lets go he’s going to fall and hit his head.
Wave after wave keeps coming, and he holds himself in place, so full of pure, unfiltered joy.
Eventually, Gene releases his hands, letting Ray move freely. It sets him off balance, though, and he nearly stumbles as he tries to situate himself better on the bed, scooching down on wobbly legs, giggling as he almost knees Gene in the face. “Shit, sorry,” he laughs.
“Careful, now,” Gene says, laughing as well.
He lies down by Gene’s side, resting his head against the pillow.
Turning to face him, Ray throws his arm over Gene’s middle, instantly pulling him in for a kiss.
Gene wraps himself around Ray, too, and Ray can taste his own flavor on Gene’s tongue.
It’s such a bizarre feeling, but one he adores all the same.
Mixing each other’s fluids, together as one.
Once their lips part, Ray relaxes, sinking deeper into the bed. It’s just so damn cozy here in Gene’s arms. He wishes these nights could go on forever, but that nagging fear starts creeping up again, haunting him as it has all throughout the day.
I won’t be able to be with him like this back home.
Carol will be waiting for me.
But he reminds himself to simply savor the moment. Like he’d told Gene earlier, they can figure out a way to be alone again. This can’t be their last night ever like this, right?
“So, how’d I do?” Gene asks, interrupting his thoughts.
“That was so good, Gene. So fucking good.” He smiles.
“I’m glad.” Gene smiles as well. Oh, is he ever so handsome. “I’ve never done that before, y’know.”
“You’re a master already.” Ray chuckles. “But I’m glad it was with me.”
“Of course. You’re all mine tonight, remember.”
Those words send a surge of warmth fluttering through him. “For sure. All yours.”
If only I could be yours every night.