Chapter 16 #2
In no time at all, Ray is flush against Gene again, cocks lined up, Ray’s hand stroking them both together.
Now that’s the sort of friction Gene adores.
While he wouldn’t mind continuing on like this, taking their time, he craves the feeling Ray promised him.
Who knows how much longer they have in this dressing room before someone starts wondering where they are?
How much longer until Carol starts looking for them? There’s no time to waste.
“Fuck me, Ray,” Gene pants into Ray’s mouth. “Fuck me like you said you would.”
“Oh, absolutely.”
Ray pulls off Gene unexpectedly, the loss of contact giving Gene a chill.
But warmth floods him again as Ray steers him toward the counter in front of the mirror, manhandling him, turning him around and pushing just enough to bend him over.
Gene’s face presses against the counter, thankfully with enough room to not disturb the piles of make-up and lotions scattered on top of it.
With barely a chance to think, Ray pulls Gene’s pants and underwear down further, to his knees.
The air on his bare skin gives him goosebumps, exciting him—especially so when Ray grabs his ass in both hands, feeling him up.
“How about like this?” Ray asks, leaning over Gene’s back.
It’s there, he can feel it—Ray’s cock sliding back and forth between his ass cheeks.
Ray lifts Gene’s shirt up, careful to not let his precum soak it.
Gene’s own cock leaks, too, hanging heavy between his thighs.
Surely he’s going to make a mess of the floor.
“Yeah, that’s good,” Gene says, turning his head to look behind him, back at Ray.
Such a sight is unfamiliar, seeing Ray—or anyone, for that matter—in this way.
Gene’s been on the other end, the giver, but never the receiver.
But his past experiences don’t matter. He wants Ray to do this to him more than anything right now.
“What a nice coincidence I happened to leave this jar of Vaseline up here on the counter,” Ray says with a chuckle.
Gene looks forward again, seeing his reflection—and watching Ray snatch the jar in question. It’s so perfectly planned; no one would be suspicious of that item amongst the rest of the lotions. “You set this up before the show even started. The wallet, the Vaseline, everything.”
“I had an idea, and it ended up working.” Ray lifts the cap off the jar with an audible pop. “You’re not the only one who can be clever and sneaky.”
“I guess so.”
He likes this dominant side of Ray. Before, it was Gene himself that took risks of getting Ray where he wanted. Now Ray seems to be doing the honors—a perfect complement to Gene’s own desire.
Gene enjoys taking turns, giving up control, then being able to take it back whenever he wants.
It’s like songwriting in a way—one person giving more input than the other, carrying it, then working on it together until it becomes one cohesive thing.
Gene had written the riff already to their intimacy back when they’d first started.
Now he wants Ray to take control, writing the words.
He keeps his head low on the counter as Ray backs up, moving his hands—one grabbing his ass cheek and the other now coated in Vaseline, tenderly rubbing at his hole. Oh, the cool sensation sends another flutter through his abdomen, his cock throbbing.
Ray presses a little harder, sliding one finger in—
There’s a knock at the door.
Ray stills. Gene shudders.
Both of them stay silent.
There’s another knock.
Knock, knock, knock.
“Hey Ray? Gene? You guys in here?”
It’s Pat’s voice.
“Uh… yeah! We are,” Ray says loud enough to be heard through the door, not removing his hand from Gene. Meanwhile, Gene’s heart is working overtime, thudding in his chest, feeling the vibrations on the counter underneath him.
Pat tries to open the door—the rattling of the knob scaring Gene half to death—only for her to be stopped by the lock. “Why the hell did you lock the door? Aren’t you just looking for your wallet?”
“Oh, uh… just did it out of habit, I guess,” Ray says as an excuse. He curls his finger inside Gene, the sensation taking him by surprise. He tries his best to hold back a moan.
“You wanna unlock it so I’m not talking to a door?”
“Um… I’m a little tied up at the moment.”
“What about Gene? He’s there too, right?”
Gene’s heart hammers madly. “Uh… we’re cleaning up a mess in here. Knocked over some make-up looking for his wallet.”
Barely, through the door, he can hear Pat sigh. “Fine, whatever. Don’t make more of a mess than you already have, okay? Don’t want the venue staff yelling at us. I was just checking in on you guys since Carol was wondering where you were. You’ll be out soon, right?”
“Yeah. This won’t take long. You don’t have to worry,” Ray says, easing a second finger inside Gene. Fuck—it’s so hard to stay quiet. Gene holds his breath, holding in his voice.
“Well, alright,” Pat says. “I’ll keep Carol busy so she won’t ask again. See you out there whenever.”
“Y-yeah, see you.”
Gene barely breathes as he waits for Pat to leave. He can’t really hear her footsteps, the door being thick enough to muffle that, but enough time passes to where he thinks they might be safe. He sighs, long and deep.
“Oh my fucking god,” Gene rasps.
“That was a close one,” Ray says, curling his fingers again, this time Gene letting out a gentle moan. “That was a good excuse, saying we made a mess. Clever.”
“I guess we really gotta get messy now, don’t we?” Gene chuckles.
“For sure. I’ll make a mess out of you, darling.”
Ray adds a third finger, and Gene has to cover his mouth to make sure he’s not being too loud. “Fuck, yeah.”
Ray continues to move his fingers in and out, curling them, the sensation taking Gene’s breath away.
Every time he hits his prostate, it gives him such incredible pleasure that he could only ever dream about.
But it’s real—damn real—Gene has been wanting to feel this again ever since Ray had first fingered him back in St. Ignace.
And now, with what he knows is next to come, especially since they’re on borrowed time, Gene is more than ready.
“Please, Ray.”
“Of course, babe.”
Ray removes his fingers, Gene mourning the loss.
But excitement floods his senses as Ray grabs the Vaseline from the counter again to lather himself, carelessly throwing it back once he’s done, amongst the make-up littering the surface Gene’s leaning on.
Ray clutches Gene’s waist, lining himself up, the wet head of his cock rubbing against Gene’s hole.
And then, he presses inside.
Ray goes slow at first, and Gene’s thankful—the mounting fullness is overwhelming.
Even just the tip is a lot to handle. Yet Ray eases in gracefully, having seemed to have done this a hundred times before, even though Gene knows that’s not true.
Ray simply knows how to make Gene feel good.
That’s evident with how he strokes Gene’s torso, leaning over his back, moving forward gently until he’s fully pressed inside.
“Oh my god, Ray,” Gene says in almost a whisper. “This feels so fucking good.”
“Fuck yeah, it does.” Ray nods, rubbing his cheek against Gene’s back. “I’ve never felt someone so tight.”
“Does it feel better than one of your girls?”
“Shut the fuck up, Gene,” Ray says, pulling out slightly and thrusting back in, jolting Gene’s insides. “You should know they can’t hold a candle to you.”
Those words, combined with the amazing weight of Ray’s thrusts, hits Gene’s core.
Ray picks up the pace, rocking his hips.
Gene tries to hold himself steady against the counter, taking everything Ray gives him, completely melting with each crescendo of a thrust. He thought being on top of Ray was good, but being underneath him is just as wonderful.
The coke he’d had earlier has all but faded now, and he’s still a little buzzed from the whiskey, but not much.
No, what he’s feeling now is pure, absolute pleasure.
Ray doesn’t stop, the force unrelenting.
Over and over again he hits Gene’s sweet spot, pressure rising, delight fluttering throughout his body.
Never in his life did he ever think he could experience sex like this.
But now, he can’t imagine not being able to enjoy this again and again.
There’s no way this one moment in the dressing room will be their last.
There’s no other man he’d want to do this with.
No one else but Ray.
“Fuck, Gene, you’re so perfect,” Ray says, panting against Gene’s back. “All of you. And especially this…”
He reaches around, grabbing Gene’s hefty cock, stroking it lazily.
That little bit of friction tightens Gene’s abdomen, enough to bring him closer to the edge—oh, so much closer—but he doesn’t want it to end.
No, it can’t end just yet. But they only have so much time before the others would get suspicious.
They’re all waiting for them out in the greenroom.
Again and again, Ray thrusts and thrusts, Gene trying his best to hold back his moans.
It’s their little secret, being together like this.
“Ray… ah…” Gene says through his fingers, his hand covering his mouth, his head down against the counter.
“Just a… just a little more…” Ray pants, unable to finish his sentence as the power of his thrusts takes over. It makes Gene’s mind go hazy. All he can focus on is the pressure within himself, Ray pounding into him, Ray stroking him, more and more and more.
“Look up, Gene. Look at me in the mirror,” Ray finally manages to get out.
Gene does as asked, and the sight is breathtaking. Ray behind himself, fucking him relentlessly, his own face flushed red with an expression he swears he’s never seen himself make. Ray is so gorgeous, still wearing his shimmery blue shirt, blond curls framing his handsome face… That does it.