Chapter 20 #3
“That better be the only fucking time,” Gene hisses. “I want this to be something only for me. I don’t care who else you’re with—only I can tie you up.”
Flutter after flutter travels throughout Ray’s body, from head to toe, as Gene thrusts upwards into him again. Gene’s jealousy is on full display—probably exacerbated by the alcohol in his system—but Ray leans into it. Those words delight him ever so. “Only you, Gene.”
He lifts himself up, then sinks down again—hard—onto Gene’s cock.
“Only you.”
Gene seems to like that answer, as Ray can feel him smiling against his neck.
And so, Ray picks up the pace, bouncing on Gene’s lap faster.
Over and over, the pressure rises, intensity burning, as Gene’s cock hits him deeper.
It feels insane—so wonderful, being pleasured from the inside like this, not to mention the friction of his own cock rubbing against Gene’s abdomen with each movement.
Ray’s mind feels hazy as his heart beats furiously.
More and more, Gene grips tightly onto his ass, making his mark—claiming him.
Ray doesn’t even care. All he wants right now at this moment is Gene and Gene alone.
Gene leans back against the headboard, thrusting up from the bed. Faster, Ray bounces, faster, the world around him blurring. Gene remains his sole focus. He can feel Gene tense up, thrusting harder, as Ray’s heart pounds relentlessly, being held so close like this—
Gene moans into the crook of Ray’s neck as he comes. The warmth floods Ray’s body, inside and out, Gene’s breath heating up his skin. Such fullness feels wonderful, so fucking wonderful, but Gene slows down, finally loosening his grip. Ray still needs more, and thankfully, Gene knows that well.
“Oh my god, Ray baby…” Gene says, raspy, moving his hand in-between their bodies and taking hold of Ray’s cock. “Here, I’ll help you…”
“Ah, Gene…”
Those few strokes are all Ray needs to make him spill over. He may have stopped bouncing, but the pressure within him becomes almost too much to bear—over and over, pump after pump, Gene moves his hand in just the right way that has Ray whimpering—
His release is like an explosion, waves crashing throughout him, spurting hot cum onto Gene’s abdomen.
The heat is overwhelming; he leans forward, breathing in Gene’s scent, riding the tides of pleasure.
There’s nowhere else he’d rather be. Connected like this, together as one, his best friend still buried inside him, Ray’s mind swims in a sea of pure, unfiltered ecstasy.
After taking a moment to cool down, breath after breath, Ray sits up, smiling down at Gene. “You’re amazing, darling.”
“Thank you. You’re rather amazing yourself, pretty baby.”
Ray leans in and kisses Gene’s temple. “Maybe you can help me up; it’s kinda hard to move…”
“Aw, but I love just sitting here with you like this.” Gene gives him a sweet pout.
“I know, but…” Ray sighs. “We should probably clean up.” He should probably be heading back to his room as quickly as possible, too. But I really, really don’t fucking want to.
“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” Gene kisses his neck.
He finally pulls his hand off Ray’s cock, some cum coming along with it.
Doing his best not to dirty Ray any further, he helps Ray sit up, sliding out of him, and he pulls his tied arms from up and around his head.
Ray collapses, lying his back down on the bed.
His legs ache a little from all the bouncing.
Thank god we don’t have a show tomorrow.
I know I’d feel too sore to dance around the stage.
“Let me clean this up, and I’ll wipe you off too,” Gene says, pointing to his sticky fingers and then to Ray’s torso.
“You’re not gonna untie me?” Ray smirks.
“No, I’ll untie you once we’re all clean. Don’t wanna get my scarf dirty.”
Ray chuckles. “That’s fair.”
Gene grabs some tissues from a box on the nightstand and cleans them both up. Ray doesn’t have to do anything other than lie there—he feels rather pampered, being taken care of like this. Soon enough, Gene unties the scarf, finally freeing his wrists. He shakes his hands out, rolling his shoulders.
After Gene throws away the tissues in the little trash can by the dresser, he shuts the lights off and joins Ray on the bed, pulling the blanket overtop them both. Before Ray can protest, Gene throws an arm over Ray’s chest, tugging him close.
“Gene…”
“Ray, baby…”
In the dark, cuddled on the bed, tangled with Gene, Ray doesn’t want to move from this spot.
Forget getting up and heading back into his room—no, he doesn’t want to bother with it.
He’s so tired after that. It’s likely to be terribly late, anyway.
Maybe Carol is already asleep, so why should he bother going back?
No, all he wants is to be by Gene’s side.
He rolls over to get comfortable, his back to Gene, and Gene pulls him even closer, hugging him tenderly from behind. Gene kisses the nape of his neck. Forget a shower. Forget pajamas. He’ll shower tomorrow morning instead, and being naked with Gene is so soothing…
Exhaustion finally takes its toll, as Ray easily drifts off to sleep.