Chapter 20
Ray shuts the door behind him as they enter Gene’s room. He makes sure to lock it, too. Granted, he figures no one would enter Gene’s room anyway since he doesn’t share it with anyone, but better safe than sorry.
Before Carol left the rooftop, Ray had told her that he’d be back in their own room later in the night.
Yet as he stands in this room, alone with Gene, he honestly wishes he never fucking said that.
Because of that, he’ll have to cut his time with Gene short.
If only he could just stay here all night, fall asleep in Gene’s arms like he did in St. Ignace, and then wake up to his handsome face in the morning.
But he’s already walking on thin ice. Santiago basically knows something’s happening between him and Gene without them ever saying a word.
Though at the same time, it almost feels…
freeing, to not have to hide his affections for Gene.
He knows they could never be truly publicly open, given their circumstances as celebrities now. But if their close friends knew…
“You really did that, right in front of Santi,” Ray laughs, kicking off his shoes by the door.
“Yeah. I thought it was fine.” Gene smiles, kicking his boots off as well. “Just a silly harmless kiss on the hand.”
“I mean, yeah, I get that. But you must realize he’s starting to… suspect things about us.”
Gene shrugs. “And his suspicions would be correct.”
“Aren’t you worried about it? Like, if word gets out that we…?”
“Well, of course. But it’s just Santi. It’s not like Carol or anyone else knows, right?”
“No, I’ve never told her anything. And I don’t think anyone other than Santi suspects things…”
He thinks about that a little harder. Maybe Pat is suspicious, but he hasn’t talked to her enough to really feel if she knows something about him and Gene specifically, or more just Ray being aloof toward Carol in general.
The only other person that may suspect something is Maurice.
As a gay man himself, Maurice would have the eye to look for something queer in Ray and Gene’s relationship.
He certainly liked seeing us pose together for photos.
“Then what I did is fine,” Gene reasons, grabbing Ray’s hand. “It’s not like I made out with you in public, like this.”
He tugs Ray closer, throwing his free arm around Ray’s middle, pulling him in for a kiss.
Of course, Ray can’t help but melt into Gene’s touch.
He knows that another reason Gene seems so carefree is because he’s been drinking, but figures he doesn’t need to bring that up.
No, maybe they can worry about that some other time.
All he wants to hear right now is Gene’s moans, his sweet words tickling his ears.
Ray brings his hands up, carding his fingers through Gene’s long hair. Opening his mouth, he tastes the flavor of whiskey on Gene’s tongue. It’s tantalizing, being so close, and he grinds his hips into Gene’s, his cock thickening at the friction.
Their lips part for a moment. “Maybe we should move this over to your bed,” Ray says, his hands still in Gene’s hair.
“Definitely. Preferably with less clothes on, too.”
“We could start with yours.” He reaches down, tugging at Gene’s scarf still hanging around his neck.
“Of course.” Gene steps back for a second for some room, twirling the scarf off his shoulders. “Wait, I got an idea. What if I used this… on you?”
Ray’s heart rate ramps up. “You mean like…?”
“I could use it to tie your hands back.”
Heat bursts within Ray, a prominent flush on his cheeks. Carol had tied him up once before, and he remembers enjoying it well enough. But that was with her—with Gene, the idea sounds a thousand times better. And with using one of Gene’s scarves specifically…
“Yes. Oh my god, fuck yes, Gene.”
Gene smirks, throwing the scarf onto the bed for now, then reaching forward to unbutton Ray’s glittery blouse.
He’s quick with his hands, having it undone in no time.
Ray shrugs it off, letting it fall to the floor without a care in the world.
At least Gene’s shirt is easier—already undone in the front, all Ray does to take it off is slip it off his shoulders, following the same fate as Ray’s shirt.
Gene undoes Ray’s pants, unzipping his fly and pulling it and his underwear down past his hips.
Ray steps out of them, leaving them in the same puddle on the floor as his shirt.
His cock stands at attention, achingly hard already.
But before he can do the same for Gene, Gene grabs him by the shoulders, manhandling him over to the bed, pressing him down against the sheets.
Oh, does he love it when Gene does that.
“I want you, Ray…” Gene says, hovering over him, hands on his shoulders. “However it is. One way or another, I need you.”
Ray stares up at his best friend, reaching for him and gliding his fingers over his chest hair. “I fucked you last time. How about you fuck me? Especially if you want me tied up.”
“That sounds great. Anything for you, baby.” Gene leans down, capturing Ray’s lips in a kiss.
Butterflies flutter a frenzy in Ray’s core.
It’s completely unfair Gene is still wearing his pants, but Ray knows that they’ll come off in due time.
But Gene is already shirtless, and Ray makes it known by groping his chest, flicking his fingers over Gene’s nipples.
That gets a moan out of him, vocalizing it into Ray’s mouth.
Ray keeps it up, flicking at them, pinching those small buds as Gene kisses him harder.
He can’t get enough of his reaction—everything Gene does riles him up further.
It doesn’t matter who’s on ‘top’ or who’s the ‘bottom’; Ray loves the constant back and forth trading of control.
“You’re making me second guess if I should tie you up,” Gene chuckles. “If your hands are restrained, then you couldn’t do this…” His last word fades into a moan as Ray flicks his nipples again.
“That’s true. But maybe I want you to tie them back. Punish me for getting out of line.”
Gene chuckles even more. “Oh, but that makes it too easy. You’re always getting out of line.”
“Am I?” Ray asks with a grin. “I think you’re talking about yourself, Mr. Pot Head.”
“Pot head?” Gene’s smile turns into a frown. “Okay, now you’re asking for it.”
Gene sits up abruptly, unzipping his fly and shimmying his pants and underwear off, throwing them carelessly to the floor.
He stands off the bed for a moment, reaching into his suitcase before he’s already back on the bed again, holding something very important to this whole ordeal: a jar of Vaseline.
Ray sits up too. “I thought you were going to be rough and push me down, but instead you get off the bed…”
“Look, I had to grab this, okay?” Gene continues to frown, setting the Vaseline on the nightstand. “I can be rough if you want me to be.”
He snatches his scarf with one hand, then grabs one of Ray’s wrists with the other, forcing him to lie down against the sheets again.
He straddles Ray’s hips, pinning him there, unable to move, as he grabs Ray’s other wrist, holding them together above Ray’s head against the headboard.
The friction of their hips aligned, cocks rubbing together without any cloth separating them, sends waves of flutters throughout Ray.
He can barely move with Gene’s weight on him.
He doesn’t even struggle as he lets Gene tie his wrists together with the scarf.
Gene sits up, shifting his weight on Ray’s hips.
It gives Ray a wonderful angle—his best friend hovering overtop him, dark, messy hair framing his roguish face, his sexy, hairy body, and the best part of all: seeing their cocks flush against each other.
Gene’s is a bit larger than Ray’s, and seeing that size difference makes his cheeks burn ridiculously hot.
“Too bad the headboard is plush and not metal wires; I can’t really tie you to it.” Gene pouts. “So this will be good enough for now.”
“Maybe you can tie it to one of the bedframe’s legs?”
Gene ponders for a moment, before he shakes his head. “Nah. I think this is good, that way I can move you around as I please.”
Gene leans down, kissing Ray’s lips again.
While Ray can’t do much with his hands, Gene’s are still free—he reaches down, now fondling Ray’s nipples.
He can’t think of many times where any of his partners have really played with his nipples like this.
Has anyone, aside from Gene? That makes it even more special.
He doesn’t want anyone but Gene to do this to him.
Each flick sends such a wonderful spark.
Though the sensation is cut short as Gene sits up, grabbing the Vaseline from the nightstand and popping the cap.
He scoops some out, lathering both his and Ray’s cocks with it in long, smooth strokes.
The jar gets carelessly tossed back to the nightstand as Gene leans backwards.
He holds himself upright with his freehand, thrusting into his grip, against Ray’s cock.
A pressure coils behind Ray’s navel. Despite not being tied to the bed and only his wrists joined, he feels hypnotized, barely able to move his arms. All he can do is watch and enjoy.
His heart beats faster as Gene’s thrusts become more intense.
The friction is otherworldly, his own cock rubbing against Gene’s, slick with both Vaseline and precum.
As much as Ray likes this, as the pressure rises, heat moving down between his legs, this isn’t enough.
He doesn’t want to come like this—he needs more.
“Gene, I—I thought…” he manages to say between breaths.
“You thought what?”
“I thought… you were going to fuck me.”
“Oh, am I not fucking you like this?” He puts emphasis on this, squeezing his grip on their cocks a little tighter—making Ray moan.
“Fuck, you are, but Gene…”
“But what, baby?”
The way Gene teases him is frustrating, but flusters him all the same. “I want to come with you inside me.”