Chapter 22 #3
Gene does as asked, and Ray adjusts positions, stumbling a little as he crawls around the bed. It’s only fair—Gene knows he just gave him a wonderful orgasm. It makes him proud, and eager to have Ray return the favor, as he gets low on the bed between Gene’s legs.
“Y’know, I’m always impressed by how big you are,” Ray says as he takes hold of Gene’s cock.
“Well… That’s how I am. It’s just genetics.”
“More like Gene-etics,” Ray chuckles, giving a lick to the tip, making Gene shiver with delight.
“I’m a Gene-ius with good Gene-etics,” he laughs as well.
But it gets harder to concentrate as Ray goes down on him, licking his length all around.
Ray’s gotten so good at this—it thrills Gene to know that he’s the only man Ray has ever done this to.
His singer might be a terrible womanizer, and of course Gene gets a kick out of teasing him about it.
But Gene relishes in the things that are only between them—meant only for each other.
They may not be truly ‘lovers’, but their connection still runs deep, regardless of the world around them. Despite the jealousy, despite having girlfriends, Ray belongs to Gene in a way that matters the most in his heart.
Having him here, between his legs, sucking on him so devilishly—Gene’s on cloud nine. Ray peers up at him through his long lashes, cock in his mouth, lips glistening and swollen. Gene’s heart can barely take it, and a pressure builds within his abdomen.
He runs his fingers through Ray’s hair, holding him there and helping him along.
Each bob of his head fans the fire within.
Ray doesn’t have to do much to get Gene over the edge, seeing as he was already close.
His thighs clench, looking at his singer dressed in delicate lingerie.
More and more, Ray bobs his head, stroking the length with his hand, the pressure bursting as the head hits the back of his throat—
Gene howls as he comes, shooting his release into Ray’s willing mouth.
Waves of pleasure ripple throughout his body from head to toe—he holds Ray there until every last drop spurts out.
Ray doesn’t even hesitate. He keeps his lips locked onto Gene’s cock, swallowing it eagerly.
Oh, the sight is mesmerizing: his best friend, dressed up just for him, devouring the evidence of his pleasure. It barely even feels real.
But it’s very real, as Ray finally lets go, not just with his mouth but his hand as well. Though Gene keeps his own hand on Ray’s head, moving his palm to cup Ray’s cheek as he sits up.
“Pretty baby, you’re so good to me,” Gene says.
“I do what I can.” Ray smiles, lunging forward to give Gene a kiss. He can taste his release on his tongue, mixing it with what he’d just had of Ray’s.
Gene doesn’t want this night to end. But it can’t last forever—Ray will need to take the outfit off, Carol will be back in the morning, and the tour will continue on.
But Gene will have to make do. Regardless of how things will go from here, there’s confidence in his heart that Ray, no matter what, is his in some way.
They’ll get up on stage, sing some rock-’n’-roll, and make beautiful music together.
No sort of pressure from girlfriends will take that away from them.
They’ll always have their music, the tie that binds them.
Eventually, Ray slips the lingerie off and borrows some of Gene’s underwear and pajamas for the night. They give it a look-over to see if it’s soiled in any way, but Gene thinks it looks fine.
“I should probably bring this back into my room, before I forget,” Ray says, standing next to the dresser, holding the garments in his hands.
“But then you’d have to leave here,” Gene states. He’s changed into some pajamas too, sitting on the edge of the bed.
“I know. But I’m worried that I’ll lose track of time again, she’ll show up, realize I took it, or wonder why it’s in your room instead of ours…”
As much as Gene hates it, he completely understands.
They’re playing with fire as it is, and Ray did something tonight that made everything a hundred times riskier.
“Alright, I get it. But could you come back in here once you’re done?
We can just set the alarm clock and have you back in your room before she’s supposed to be back. ”
“I’ll have to get up really early, to give myself time to cover this up.” He rubs the spot on his neck that Gene bit earlier. “But yeah, that works. I’ll be right back then, babe.”
He leans down, giving Gene a peck on the lips before he slips on his shoes briefly, rushing out the door.
Gene doesn’t have to wait long before he’s back, without the lingerie this time.
Ray sets the alarm clock that’s sitting on the nightstand for tomorrow morning, turning the knob and pulling out the little metal switch in the back.
With that all done and out of the way, their teeth brushed and lights off, Ray returns to the bed, lying by Gene’s side.
He throws his arm over Ray’s middle and pulls him in close. With Ray’s back to him, he kisses the nape of Ray’s neck.
“G’night, Gene,” Ray says, petting Gene’s hand.
“G’night, Ray,” he says as he gives his neck another kiss.
It almost feels like he should say something more. Another little phrase to show how much Ray means to him. But this will be enough. It’s more than enough, as Gene drifts off to sleep.