Chapter 22 #2
He takes a step backwards—Ray’s hands still on him—as he reaches down, unbuttoning and unzipping Ray’s fly. Peaking out from the waistband of his jeans appears to be a red garterbelt, and when Gene pulls the pants down over Ray’s hips, his mouth waters.
Ray shimmies his jeans off, stepping out of them, pulling his hands away and giving Gene a full view of his lacy outfit.
A bra, panties, a garterbelt, and thigh-high stockings decorate his best friend.
Gene has never seen a man wear this kind of outfit, but he’s glad the first time is with Ray.
What is it about such beautiful, delicate clothing that strikes such a fire within him?
Even seeing pretty girls in magazines never had this much of an effect on him as it does with Ray.
“My god, you’re beautiful,” Gene says, staring at him from head to toe.
“You really like how it looks on me?” Ray teases, adjusting one of the bra straps.
“Of course. I just said that, didn’t I?” He steps closer again, grabbing Ray’s waist, giving him a peck on his lips. “Now, lie down on the bed for me, pretty baby.”
“Oh man, when you say it like that…” Ray gives him a kiss back. “Alright. Careful, though. Your precum is already gonna make this dirty.”
He realizes then, with their proximity, his erection is rubbing firmly onto Ray’s hips.
He pulls back, heat rushing throughout him.
Ray goes to lie down on the bed, his head against the pillows.
His singer is more like a model, posing elegantly like that on the blankets. Oh, how Gene wishes he had a camera.
Committing it to memory will have to do. And maybe, he can buy a set of lingerie just for Ray, so he wouldn’t need to steal it from Carol again.
Gene goes to the bed as well, crawling over Ray, hovering over him on all fours.
“So if this is Carol’s…” Gene muses, staring down at Ray’s outfit. “She hasn’t worn it for you, has she?”
Ray shakes his head, his blond hair spread against the pillow. “No, I’ve never seen her in it. She’s never even brought it up… I just found it in her suitcase one day.”
“This whole time, and she hasn’t worn it for you?” Gene reaches down, cupping Ray’s chest, the soft fabric tickling his fingers.
“No… Maybe she forgot about it?” Ray chuckles, petting Gene’s forearm.
“I hope so. I don’t want to even think of her wearing this… I just want to see you, baby.”
He leans down for a kiss. Ray pulls him in deeper, running his fingers through Gene’s long hair.
Gene tries to not rub his cock against the lingerie, but of course Ray makes it difficult, holding him so close.
He angles his hips so his tip rests just above the garterbelt, against the skin of Ray’s abdomen.
They part for a breath, hands all over each other. “Oh, what am I going to do with you?” Gene rasps.
“I don’t know—what are you going to do with me?” Ray teases back.
“Can’t do much while you’re wearing these…” He reaches down, cupping his hand over Ray’s crotch, his thickening cock trying to burst from the fabric. “You’re worried about me getting these dirty, when you’re gonna cream your panties if I keep kissing you.”
Ray’s cheeks flush red, almost matching the red of his lingerie. “Oh, shut up. Well, fine, I guess I can take the panties off.”
“Everything else can stay on, though. In fact, it must stay on.”
Ray smirks. “Alright, then. Hang on, to get these off, I gotta undo the clasps on the stockings.”
“Alright.”
Gene shifts over, sitting next to Ray on the bed as he works on doing just that. He slides the panties off, throwing them to the floor, then clasps the stockings back onto the straps. As Ray lies back down, his cock rests against his abdomen, the glistening head touching the lace of the garterbelt.
“Look at you,” Gene says, moving positions again to sit in-between Ray’s legs. “You saved the panties, but look at the garterbelt. Oh, you naughty boy. What’s she going to think when your cum is coated all over it?”
Gene didn’t think he was that tipsy, but maybe some of the alcohol is still lingering in his system. He’s feeling bold, teasing Ray like this. He can’t get enough of Ray’s reaction, squirming at his words, skin flushing red.
“Gene…” He spreads his legs, the sight otherworldly. Gene leans forward, his cock pressing against Ray’s.
“She’ll know you came for someone else. Not for her. But for me.”
Gene dives for Ray’s neck, lips touching his skin right at the angle where his shoulder meets.
“Sounds like you want her to know about us,” Ray says, throwing his arms around Gene’s back.
“Not really,” Gene chuckles against his skin. “All I want is for you to be mine.”
He bites the skin a little—just a little—making Ray dig his fingers into Gene’s back. “Be careful. If you leave a mark…”
“If I mark you, it means you’re mine.”
He licks the area, making Ray shudder. Gene thrusts his hips, his cock rubbing against Ray’s, the friction stirring a fire within that begs to burst open. Ray’s breath comes out hot by Gene’s ear.
“I want to be yours, Gene…”
That’s all Gene needs. He opens his mouth, biting down harder onto the crook of Ray’s neck. His singer moans in such a beautiful voice, holding onto him tight, cock twitching against Gene’s. That gets Gene to move his hips again.
“Oh yeah, ah…” Ray breathes.
Gene sucks on the skin, surely to leave a mark. He doesn’t even care. Maybe he is feeling tipsy, high, whatever—Ray isn’t pushing him away. Ray holds him close, planting his feet on the bed, thrusting upwards to keep the delightful friction going.
Finally letting go, Gene lifts himself up, saliva trailing from his tongue. Ray’s skin is red and swollen—he’s never done this to him, but seeing it there, that mark, makes the fire within burn hotter. I’ve claimed him.
“I already know that’s gonna bruise,” Ray says with a chuckle, making eye contact with Gene.
“You’ve got make-up. Or a scarf. You’ll figure it out.”
“Yeah, you’re right. Come here, darling.”
Ray tugs on him again, their lips crashing together. As much as he loves to kiss, it’s a little restraining staying up here like this when he wants to do more. An idea sparks—if Ray doesn’t want to get cum on the lingerie… why not have Gene drink it all up?
Gene moves lower, peppering kisses down Ray’s neck, then over his chest wrapped in the bra, then down his abdomen.
When he reaches Ray’s cock, he avoids it temporarily, moving down further to kiss the inside of Ray’s thigh, the supple skin decorated by the lace hem of the stocking.
Ray giggles; the area must be ticklish. Gene gets a kick out of that, kissing his inner thigh again and again.
“Gene!” Ray laughs, grabbing him by the hair, holding him between his legs. “Don’t be so light.”
“Oh, so you wouldn’t mind it if I was rougher?”
“Well, sure. Then it wouldn’t tickle as much.”
“Alright.” Gene does as promised, biting down on Ray’s thigh instead. Ray jolts, but settles into the sheets nicely as Gene continues, sucking on his flesh.
After surely another mark is made, Gene lets go. It’s like I’m claiming him from top to bottom. He adjusts his position, getting comfortable on the bed, and he grabs Ray’s cock, stroking it leisurely as he gives the head a kiss. “You won’t get your lingerie messy if I swallow everything.”
“That’s true,” Ray says, hand still in Gene’s hair. “Please, darling.”
“Love it when you call me that.” Gene gives Ray’s cock another kiss.
He moves his hand further down, cupping Ray’s full balls.
It’s surprising that with their rather large size, he was able to fit them into the panties.
At least now they’re free, and Gene can fondle them as much as he pleases.
He keeps doing so, as he licks Ray’s shaft up and down, then up again, circling around the head, tasting a little salty.
Ray moans—making Gene’s own cock twitch against the sheets.
He can’t get enough of his singer’s voice, wanting to draw out the sound even more.
Moving his hand again to hold the base of Ray’s cock in place, Gene opens his mouth wider, swallowing down Ray’s length.
He’s gotten pretty good with his gag reflex, practicing on Ray in the dressing rooms. Controlling that makes it all the more easy to pleasure him.
Gene bobs his head, licking all around, eliciting another moan from Ray.
It’s like second nature to Gene, caring for Ray like this.
All he wants is to make him feel good. Gene worships him, moving his tongue, stroking with his hand every now and then to get the entire length.
He’s got a wonderful angle, too, seeing his best friend decorated in red lace.
Ray claws into his hair as he works his mouth, Ray’s breaths becoming heavier as he keeps it up, over and over, coating his cock with saliva, sucking on it.
I know he’s close. He won’t stop until Ray is satisfied.
So Gene takes him in deeper, then rises, then plunges deeper again…
“Gene, ah…”
Ray’s cock shudders, shooting his release into Gene’s mouth. He takes it all gladly—each spurt he sucks in, swallowing it down, savoring the salty taste. Ray cards his fingers through Gene’s hair and massages his scalp as he holds him in place.
Once the last drop is gone, Gene lifts his head. Ray’s face is so gorgeous, cheeks all red, mouth open and panting. Gene did this to him. He turned Ray into a blissed-out, sexy mess. Not just that, but a mess dressed up all pretty in lace. Gene’s heart beats faster, cock throbbing at the sight.
“Ray, baby,” he says as he sits up.
“Gene…” Ray licks his lips. “My god, you’re always so amazing.”
Gene smiles at that. “Not as amazing as you.”
“You flatter me.” Ray chuckles. “Come here. I gotta help you finish.”
“How so?” he asks as he crawls over Ray.
“Hmmm…” Ray playfully puts a finger on his chin. “Lie back against the headboard. That way you can still see me and my outfit as I go down on you.”
“I like the sound of that.”