Chapter 32 #3
And so, Ray sits up, grabs the jar of Vaseline, and prepares Gene for what’s to come.
One finger, two fingers, three fingers, making Gene moan with each one.
It’s been much too long since last time.
He’s more than ready, as he lies against the cushiony pillows, Ray so handsome overtop him.
Gene’s cock leaks precum as it rests against his hairy abdomen, desperate for more friction.
But it’ll come soon enough. Ray removes his fingers, deeming him stretched enough, and he lines his own cock up with Gene’s hole.
He eases his way inside, making Gene gasp in pleasure.
“Ray, ah…”
“Oh my god, Gene,” Ray rasps, holding onto the backside of one of Gene’s knees. “Just a little more…”
He pushes in further until he’s up to the hilt.
Staying like that for a moment, Gene feels so, so ridiculously full, Ray’s cock buried inside him.
It’s one of the best feelings in the world.
The press of Ray’s body against his, the warmth surrounding him, that lascivious look in his blue eyes that tells Gene that Ray is feeling just as euphoric as himself… He can’t get enough of it.
Ray starts off slow, gradually building speed as he thrusts.
Gene reaches up and grabs Ray’s torso, desperately holding on and keeping him in place as the pressure keeps building and building.
Gene’s own cock rubs against Ray’s abdomen—the thrusts moving in time, a delightful rhythm of friction.
Inside and out, from above and within, flutters flow throughout him, making his heart sing.
Sex with Ray feels different than it does with any other person.
When he’d lain with Toshiko, while he felt physically pleasured, he didn’t feel the same sparks in his heart.
He was missing the soothing of his soul, the delight in coming together in such an intimate way.
No, there’s something special with Ray. Something that draws Gene toward him no matter the circumstances.
The beautiful singer who knows everything about him, who’s with him through thick and thin, who shares the same dreams of music and the band.
“Oh, Gene, you feel so good,” Ray says between breaths. “I missed this…”
“Ray…” Gene pants.
“You take me so well, darling.” Ray leans down, pushing on Gene’s thigh, reaching even deeper. That gets Gene to moan again. “So naughty, still desiring me like this in secret. I can feel how much you want this.”
Heat bursts throughout his chest, rising to his cheeks. His cock leaks even more, pressed between his and Ray’s abdomens. “I want you so fucking bad, Ray.”
That makes Ray pick up the pace, thrusting even harder.
More, more, more, the intensity rises, the pressure almost too much to bear.
Gene doesn’t want to come too early, but this likely won’t be their last time.
They still have an entire week to themselves.
And if Gene has his way, he’ll want Ray with him in this room again and again and again.
Even if it is only temporary, even if he has to return to Toshiko afterwards, he wants to hang onto this as long as he can.
Ray pushes deep inside, rocking his hips, holding Gene’s leg in place as Gene claws into Ray’s back.
It shouldn’t matter if he makes a mark—Carol isn’t around to scold him anymore.
Thrust after thrust, breath after breath, moan after moan, the heat moves lower, pressure strengthening behind his navel.
The friction of Ray’s movements against his cock stirs that same pressure even more.
He feels so full as Ray continually hits his sweet spot over and over, pushing him over the edge—
Gene digs his nails into Ray’s back as he comes, shooting his release in thick bursts between their bodies.
The pleasure consumes him as wave after wave crashes within—each one more intense than the last. The amazing high is elongated as Ray keeps rocking his hips, thrusting even faster now, his vision blurry in an otherworldly haze—
A rush of warmth fills him. Ray moans, his breath warm against Gene’s cheek, breathing harshly, fervently.
Gene can feel him shiver against him as he slows his movements, experiencing the same high that Gene himself is feeling.
It’s so wonderful—Gene cranes his neck to give Ray another kiss.
He doesn’t want to let go. If only they could just stay here, bodies connected like this, Ray lying on top of him, but eventually they’ll have to move.
Either way, he holds on and embraces his best friend tightly.
It’s like a bittersweet song. An emotional melody, a major key but despite the beautiful notes, the lyrics leave something unsaid.
There’s a longing for more, for things to be different than they are.
But the song tells a tale of how maybe this is enough, what they have right now.
Gene forms the music in his mind, holding onto this moment and hoping he doesn’t forget. Maybe he can sing it to Ray later.
They part their lips, Ray looking so goddamn gorgeous with the sweat on his skin. “Oh my god, Gene,” he huffs. “That was so good. I… I, um…”
Gene waits, his heart pounding.
“I loved that,” Ray finally says, smiling such a handsome smile it sends butterflies through Gene’s chest.
“I loved it, too. Come here.”
He tugs on the back of Ray’s neck, pulling him down for yet another passionate kiss.