Eye of Jupiter

Apr 13, 2011 06:29

Title: Eye of Jupiter [2/3]
Author: 6_pack_apathy
Pairing: Mikey/Ray
Rating: R/NC-17
Summary: Mikey and Gerard's best friend, Ray, start to fall for each other after Mikey comes out of the closet. Just as the two decide it's time to tell Gerard, the pig-bombs begin to fall. They put their feelings aside in exchange for survival and head west for the great Battery City. It isn't until years later, when they're on the run as the Fabulous Killjoys, that their feelings resurface.
Warnings: Swearing, drinking, sex, probably some violence
A/N: Originally this was a standalone but it just kept getting bigger and bigger so I decided to split it up for your reading pleasure. Enjoy!

Part One



When Ray woke up early the next morning his whole body felt as if God had decided to saw open his skull, drop several dozen sharp tacks inside, and then sew him back up. He smacked his lips together and tasted morning breath and stale alcohol coating the back of his dry throat.

“I’m going to be sick…” Ray mumbled to himself.

Through one squinting eye, he looked at the time on his alarm clock. Nine forty-five in the goddamn morning. Shit, why did he always wake up so early after a night of drinking when his body clearly needed more sleep?

After several more minutes of laying in bed and feeling sorry for himself, Ray sat up slowly. The imaginary tacks swirled around in his skull, stabbing his brain and back of his eyes with every move he made. He waited until the sensation settled and the pain was minimal before swinging his legs over the side of his bed and standing up. This time he felt his stomach start to twist while simultaneously caving in on itself. Ray felt like he was still drunk and hungover at the same time; he took a wobbly step and felt his stomach clench again in a way that forced him to run to the bathroom just in time to spew into the toilet.

After a few more minutes hunched over the porcelain bowl, Ray managed to stand up again. Admittedly he felt better, granted his head was still throbbing, but now he had hope that he’d live to see another day.

In the kitchen Ray fixed himself a glass of water, which he drank half of to wash out his mouth and the other half to hydrate. He was just reaching for the Advil when he remembered the conversation between himself and Mikey from the night before.

His stomach clenched again, this time from nerves, and his face went red with embarrassment.

We were drunk, he thought, Mikey probably doesn’t even remember anything... Ray spent a few more minutes talking himself down from a panic attack before taking the two pills in his hand and retreating back to bed with a new glass of water.

He must’ve fallen asleep because when Ray opened his eyes he felt a lot better and his alarm clock was blinking twelve-o-five at him. The bushy haired man took his time to roll onto his back, careful to avoid any sudden motions that may upset the gods of morning-afters - lest they strike him with another headache.

There was a soft knock at his door. Ray winced at the sound and before he could reply it swung open. Mikey was standing there, leaning against the door frame in flannel pajama pants and a gray v-neck shirt that rode up on one of his narrow hips enough to show some skin. “You up?”

Ray shifted back to laying on his side, because if he wasn’t sporting morning wood before he sure as hell was now. “You could say that,” he mumbled.

“Good.” Mikey looked over his shoulder before starting, “about last night…”

Ray could feel his heart start to hammer so hard he thought it was going to break out of his chest.

“Were you…” It looked like Mikey was going to lose his nerve for a second. Ray prayed to God that he would - that his friend could just pretend he’d never been such a fucking stupid, drunk idiot. Alas, no such luck. Mikey mustered up the courage to ask: “Were you being serious about everything?”

“Um,” Ray didn’t know how to answer. What if he said yes and Mikey called him a pervert?

“Gerard left, like, an hour ago, or something, to turn in some job applications and I had to try really hard to make myself not come, like, crawl in bed with you.” Mikey was looking down and had this stupid, shy grin on his face that made Ray’s cock twitch. He bit his bottom lip gently and looked back up at Ray with flirting and hopeful eyes.

“Um,” now he couldn’t make words because all the blood had drained from his brain and into his crotch. “Yeah,” Ray finally said, “yeah, I was serious.”

Mikey glanced once more over his shoulder before pushing himself away from the door frame and walking slowly into the room. One of his hands trailed slightly behind him to catch the door knob and pull the door shut behind him. Each step made that gray undershirt ride up a little more on his hip. Mikey stood at the edge of the bed and looked down into Ray’s wide eyes.

The warm expression on Mikey’s face shifted to one of uncertainty. He bit his lip again but this time wasn’t smiling. “Do friends with benefits cuddle?” He asked.

Without a second of hesitation Ray scooted over in his bed and pulled back his covers. “Hop in.”

A wide grin broke across Mikey’s face as he slid into bed. For a second he laid on his back, unsure of which way to face. Was he the big or little spoon?

Ray peered over at his friend and understood his uncertainty. Gently, he pushed at Mikey’s shoulder to turn his back to Ray’s front. The younger man complied easily and gave a sigh of content when he felt Ray’s arm slide around his waist. Mikey’s hips rolled slightly and involuntarily when Ray slid his hand under Mikey’s shirt with the tip of his pinky finger tucked into the elastic waistband of the young man’s pajamas.

The tip of Ray’s cock brushed against Mikey’s ass during the motion, causing Ray to let out a sigh and Mikey to whisper “oh,” as his eyes widened slightly.

“Okay?” Ray asked. He’d hate to have blown it already just because of a little morning wood.

“Yeah,” Mikey breathed and backed himself up enough to be pressed flush against the older man; he smiled when Ray inhaled audibly in response the feeling of his dick being pressed snugly against Mikey’s backside.

Ray ended up dozing off again with his face buried in the back of Mikey’s neck, only to be roused several minutes later by a loud buzz from his cell phone on the nightstand. Mikey groaned and grabbed the phone as he wiggled back, snuggling closer to Ray, and passed his friend the phone.

After reading the message, Ray punched out a quick reply then tossed the phone on the vacant side of the bed.

“That was Gerard,” he murmured against Mikey’s neck, “he’s picking up lunch for us. He’ll probably be back in about thirty minutes.”

Mikey twisted his head around first, then the rest of his body to face Ray. “Then we don’t have a whole lot of time,” he said quietly.

“Wha-?”

Ray was silenced by Mikey’s lips moving over his. The kiss was gentle and sweet at first but grew urgent as Mikey’s tongue pressed against Ray’s closed lips - begging for entrance. The older man obliged and started to move his hands up Mikey’s stomach, dragging his shirt with them until all the cloth was bunched up around his collar bone. When Ray’s fingers reached his friend’s nipples he gave one of them a little pinch and twist, smiling into the kiss when Mikey groaned and rolled his hips up.

“Someone’s eager,” Ray said against Mikey’s lips.

“Mmhmm,” Mikey breathed then pulled away to sit up.

Ray looked like he was about to say something but stopped as he watched his friend pull off his own shirt then move to straddle Ray’s hips. Mikey’s hands ran over Ray’s already naked chest then moved up further so his long fingers rested on either side of Ray’s neck with his thumbs brushing adoringly across his collar bone.

Ray’s eyelids fluttered as he let out another content sigh. His clothed cock, which had gone flaccid in his sleep and was concealed only by a thin pair of cotton boxer shorts, stood at attention now and brushed against Mikey’s own manhood through their pajamas.

Both men let out tiny gasps but while Ray tried to press his hips up again, Mikey remained still with his eyes focused on Ray’s features as fingers crossed over them. His hands slid further up the sides of Ray’s neck and stopped only to rub at his earlobes for a moment, which felt surprisingly good, then moved inwards to enclose around Ray’s throat with the lightest of butterfly touches while Mikey’s thumbs moved upwards to trace Ray’s plump lips.

The intensity of Mikey’s gaze during all of this was startling, like he was memorizing every little detail. It turned Ray on to be studied so closely, as if he were truly a prize, but the stillness also aggravated him because all he wanted was some friction.

After what seemed like an eternity of stillness and waiting, Mikey’s hands reached back to tug at Ray’s long mane of hair and he dove in to attack Ray’s lips with sloppy and passionate kisses as if he could simply no longer control himself.

Their hips bucked against one anothers urgently; all the while Mikey was making these… these noises that were driving Ray insane. The older man bit down on Mikey’s bottom lip while at the same time his hands reached around to squeeze Mikey’s ass.

“Oh fuck,” Mikey panted as he pulled his face away; his fingers were still tightly knotted in Ray’s hair. He moaned loudly when his lower lip wasn’t relinquished and grinded his hips down harder and more erratically.

“You like a little pain, yeah?” Ray’s voice was low and raspy and filled with want. He scraped his nails up Mikey’s naked back, leaving a trail of angry red marks as he went.

Mikey’s eyes screwed shut and he tilted his head toward the ceiling, exposing his neck.

“Ohhh,” Mikey howled at the initial feeling of Ray’s nails digging into his back, “yessss!” The word came out a broken hiss after the loss of contact and sensation of cool air hitting the reddening marks.

Mikey’s head drooped forward so that his forehead, which had started to collect beads of sweat, flopped against Ray’s burning chest. He kept his head there while his hips continued to roll faster and more urgently against Ray’s and his back arched and hunched under the older man’s nails, which scraped all across it until they retreated back under Mikey’s waistband to dig into the perfect globes of the young man’s ass.

While Mikey was somewhat noisy with his groans and cries, Ray was silent save for his heavy panting. He was leaking so much that a wet patch had formed through his boxers near the head of his cock and the slicked cotton provided such a better sensation than it had when dry.

Ray met every one of Mikey’s desperate thrusts, both loving and hating the feel of his companion’s hard dick between the two thin layers of fabric. He wanted so much more and yet was too into it to waste time pulling away to take off anything.

He felt Mikey’s grip in his hair tighten so much that Ray thought he was going to pull some of it out. Seconds later, Mikey let out a strangled cry that he muffled by biting the soft skin on Ray’s chest; his hips jerked forward three more times and his ass flexed so tight that Ray nearly lost his grip on it and then young man was limp and greedily sucking in air through his open, panting mouth.

When Ray kept thrusting his hips up Mikey let out small whimpers of protest that caused him to try and still himself for a few seconds to let his friend catch his breath. He could feel a warm wetness seeping through the front of his boxers, he could feel Mikey’s ass flex as it clenched through the aftershocks, and all Ray could think of was how desperately he wanted his cock in there next time.

The thought spurred him on to start bucking his hips again. Mikey raised his head up to sloppily make-out with Ray - lots of tongue mixed with gentle nips on his lower lip. Occasionally Mikey would let out quiet whimper of protest against the level of friction on his still oversensitive dick.

With each thrust of his hips, Ray felt himself getting closer and closer. He could feel the tightening in the pit of his stomach and that rising sense of desperation. One more jerk from his hips and he was cumming so hard that his back arched clear off the bed - even with Mikey on top of him - for several seconds. It felt like every muscle in his body was wound up so tight they would all snap and shatter into pieces. Then, just like that, it was as if an imaginary string had been cut and all the tension immediately vanished. Ray fell back to the bed, his body completely exhausted, while hyperventilating as if he’d never get the chance to breathe it again.

Once he came back down to Earth enough so to realize he was still alive and in bed with Mikey, a happy grin broke across Ray’s face. Mikey returned the expression and started to trace his lips so lightly over Ray’s jaw that if it weren’t for his morning stubble, he wouldn’t have been able to feel the caress at all.

“I haven’t cum from dry-humping since I was a freshman,” Mikey wheezed.

His heavy breath tickled Ray’s ear. “Me neither,” he agreed between short gasps for air.

Mikey remained laying on top of Ray, the two holding one another in the stillness, for another five minutes before Mikey slowly pushed himself up.

Ray’s chest and stomach felt cold from loss of contact, as did the now rather large wet patch on the front of his boxers. His head turned lazily to the side where he caught a glance at his alarm clock.

“Oh shit.”

“What?” Mikey followed Ray’s line of sight and stiffened. “Fuck!” he swore and, like a jackrabbit, hopped off Ray and the bed and was rushing toward the door while yanking his shirt on as an afterthought. “You don’t think he’s home, do you? He didn’t hear us, did he?” Mikey seemed frozen at the door, terrified to go outside and potentially face his overprotective older brother.

“What are you worried about,” Ray started as he frantically began to search his messy bed for his cell phone. His heart was jackhammering in his chest, “I’m the one he’s going to fucking murder.”

Ray found his phone and gave a sigh of relief when there were no new messages. If Gerard were home and didn’t barge in on them - and he would have, whether on accident to announce that food had arrived or on purpose to stop them - then he would’ve at least called or texted to leave threatening messages. There was no way that the sounds Mikey had made could go unnoticed by anyone on the entire apartment floor - let alone the kitchen right outside the door.

“He’s not here yet,” Ray said calmly. Mikey still looked unsure, though he visibly relaxed after hearing the statement. “Well,” Ray said slowly, “hurry up and get out of here, if Gerard’s not home yet then that means he’ll be home any minute.”

Mikey nodded dutifully, sprinted out of the room, and slammed the door behind him. Ray waited until he heard Mikey’s door close before he stripped out of his boxers, grabbed a change of clothes, and hightailed it into the bathroom for a quick shower and hickey inspection. Luckily there was only a little one on his chest that was easily covered by his shirt.

About the time Ray was dressed and felt confident that he looked like he hadn’t just been dry-humping his best friend’s little brother, Gerard was walking through the front door.

“Took you long enough,” Ray said as he was coming out of the bathroom.

“I ran into Frank when I went to grab food and ended up hanging out with him on his lunch break; sorry I forgot to call,” Gerard replied absently. He walked into the kitchen and set down a pizza box he’d been holding in his hands. Ray was just heading back to his room to toss his wet towel when Gerard asked, “so did you and Mikey have a good time?”

Ray froze in place and his heart started to do that jackhammering thing again. “Wh-what?”

Gerard laughed. “You still hungover or something? Last night. Did you and Mikey have a good time without me?”

It took a lot of willpower for Ray to not just fall to the floor in relief. “Uh, yeah,” he replied quickly. “Mikey didn’t do a bad job holding his liquor, you would’ve been proud.”

As the black haired man laughed yet again, he flipped open the pizza box and grabbed a slice. Pineapple, avocado, and crumbled bacon - an odd combination that, strangely enough, all three men loved.

“So where is Mikey?” Gerard asked before taking a huge bite of the steaming pile of melted cheese and toppings. His mouth hung open and he took a few deep breaths to try and cool his burning tongue. “Fuck!” He spat the chunk of pizza in his hand, waited for it to cool, then tried eating it again.

Ray watched the spectacle with a horrified expression. Gerard’s gross habits were nothing new and yet Gerard never ceased to amaze Ray at how disgusting he could be sometimes. “You didn’t apply for any jobs in the food industry did you?” Ray asked sarcastically. When he received nothing but a blank stare he rolled his eyes. “I don’t know where Mikey is,” Ray lied, “I thought I heard him up earlier but he might still be asleep.” Okay that was fair enough, right? Ray had heard Mikey up earlier and it was extremely possible that the boy had gone back to sleep.

Gerard nodded and walked over to Mikey’s door. He slapped his hand against the frame and yelled that he brought pizza. Rather than emerging from his own bedroom, Mikey slipped out of Gerard’s wearing only a towel wrapped around his waist.

“Mikey,” Gerard growled, “what the fuck were you doing in my room!?”

“I felt like shit and wanted to shower but Ray was in the other bathroom,” the younger man replied whilst rolling his eyes. “Jesus, just because you have the master bedroom, you don’t have to get so sassy.”

Gerard rolled his eyes and placed a hand on his hip - only proving Mikey’s point. “You’re lucky that I’m so proud of you for getting blasted, Ray said you kept up, otherwise I’d give you a smack.” Even though the older Way was making a threat he was grinning a little and prodding his tongue against his cheek - a telltale sign that he was only joking.

With that, Gerard spun around and headed back to the kitchen while finishing off the rest of his slice in two huge bites before grabbing another.

Ray watched as Mikey turned to walk back into his room, his eyes widened and face flushed beat red when he saw the other boy’s back. The scratch marks from earlier were still as visible as ever - thank God Gerard had turned around.

After such a close call, the two boys agreed to be more discreet from then on. They made a rule against scratches and hickeys and agreed not to fool around unless Gerard was out for the night or they knew when he was getting back.

The rules were a huge setback because Gerard didn’t go out much without one or both of them and since he’d fairly recently become unemployed they didn’t have any sort of definite timetable of his comings and goings. For the most part they were only getting to make-out in the shared bathroom under the guise of brushing their teeth or in the living room late at night if Gerard had gone to sleep, Mikey didn’t have class, or neither he nor Ray had work.

“This sucks,” Mikey complained one day.

Ray had gotten off work at the Apple Store near Mikey’s campus around the same time that Mikey had gotten out of his last class for the day. The two had decided to meet up to walk home with each other rather than riding the bus. Mikey had hesitantly asked if it was okay for friends with benefits to hold hands and when Ray shrugged he wasted no time in grabbing hold of Ray and interlocking his own long, slender fingers with Ray’s shorter, stronger ones.

“What sucks,” Ray asked bewildered, “I thought you wanted to walk.”

“No, not that. This - this whole, like, sneaking around thing. I thought friends with benefits weren’t supposed to be stressful but I’m always, like, freaking out that Gerard’s going to catch on and be all hurt and betrayed and shit.”

Ray sighed. Mikey wasn’t wrong and that posed a bit of a problem since he really didn’t want his best friend’s brother to call things off but at the same time he was also starting to feel like a huge tool and certainly didn’t need the stress on top of everything else he worried about in his life. “So what do you think we should do, then?”

Mikey shrugged. “I don’t know, I’m thinking about just calling it quits and finding a nice boy who hasn’t known my brother since Poke’mon was cool.”

“Hey,” Ray said defensively, “Poke’mon is still cool.”

Mikey laughed, squeezed Ray’s hand, then let go slowly. For the rest of the walk home the two discussed the obvious superiority of Poke’mon Red over Poke’mon Blue for Gameboy and how Ray had used many different Poke’mon as inspiration for monsters in Dungeons & Dragons quests he’d designed back in high school. They got on well but the whole time Ray was really only thinking about how Mikey had let go of his hand.

When they got back to the apartment Gerard was pretty much vibrating around the living room with a big, stupid grin on his face. “Guess who got a job?” He yelled as soon as the two walked in the door.

Mikey’s expression immediately went from a wide grin to a poker-face with bewildered eyes.

“I’m guessing you did?” Ray asked after he’d recovered from his near heart attack. Getting yelled at as soon as he walked into a room was not something the bushy haired man was used to.

“Fuck yeah!” Gerard pumped his fist in the air while doing a ballerina twirl and then attempted to karate chop the sofa. “Barnes & Noble hired me! Better hours and better pay than my last job. I’m a fucking winner, I got fuckin’ tiger blood!”

“I had to beg my manager to give the job to Gerard,” Mikey whispered to Ray, “but don’t tell him because he looks so cute when he’s all excited and accomplished.”

“We’re going out tonight!” Gerard clapped his hands and rubbed them together, successfully jarring Ray and Mikey from their brief exchange. “All three of us. Seriously. I’m finally going to be able to afford to do stuff again! So are you in or what?” Gerard asked loudly.

Both men nodded, still staring at the eldest Way with wide eyes. At first Ray wondered if he should be worried about his best friend going out so wound up, but then Gerard tried to do a roundhouse kick and ended up falling on his ass. After that Ray and Mikey were too busy dying of laughter to remember to play concerned.

At the bar Gerard was like a completely different person. Granted, wasted Gerard was a lot smoother than sober Gerard. Wasted Gerard could dance and tell jokes and could approach any woman. Sober Gerard mumbled a lot and would go off on tangents about Joan of Arc and how she symbolized feminine power.

By now Ray and Mikey knew wasted Gerard enough to just leave him alone, keep him on a separate tab, and let him have is fun; he always came back around last call with a couple new numbers in his cell phone but never a new girl on his arm.

That’s why it was shocking this time when Ray and Mikey stepped out front for a quick cigarette just in time to catch Gerard climbing into the passenger seat of a car with some gorgeous girl. A few minutes later Gerard had sent Mikey a text full of misspellings that roughly said he wouldn’t be coming home until the morning.

“Damn,” Ray said after reading the text over Mikey’s shoulder, “I can’t believe he’s too drunk to spell the word ‘wont’ but he could convince a girl to sleep with him - and even take him back to her place!” He laughed and stubbed his cigarette out inside a smoking pole on the curb and started to head back inside with Mikey close behind him. “Maybe I need a new job if that’s all it takes to start bringing ‘em in.”

Mikey scoffed and slapped Ray’s back then took the lead to their table. “You wish, Toro.”

The two proceeded to drink until last call. Neither of them got quite as drunk as they had on the evening they’d agreed to explore the possibilities of friends with benefits but they’d still managed to get pretty hammered.

Like last time, the two walked home with their arms slung around each other and their feet catching on every miniscule crack in the sidewalk. Only this time, instead of talking about sex possibilities, Ray was going on and on about some new product at the Apple Store that Mikey would never be interested in or able to afford in a billion years anyway.

Once back home Ray headed toward the living room to watch some TV before bed but Mikey caught his hand and pulled the larger man back to plant a feverish kiss on his lips.

Ray returned the kiss enthusiastically then pulled away and gave Mikey a confused look. “I don’t understand… I thought you didn’t want to do this with me any more.”

“Gerard got a job and is gone for the night,” Mikey stated as if that explained everything. When Ray didn’t respond the younger man let out a frustrated sigh. “It’s like a sign.”

After maybe three more seconds of staring blankly at Mikey, Ray launched in for another kiss. His arms wrapped around Mikey’s narrow waist and his fingers clutched his friend’s back to pull him closer. He pulled away again. “This isn’t just the booze talking, right?” Ray asked.

Now it was Mikey’s turn to stare, breathless, at Ray. “Well, I mean, the booze is, like, whispering but I’m being serious.”

He didn’t give Ray another chance to protest; Mikey started pushing Ray backwards towards his bedroom while kissing and licking at his neck. The two men fell onto Ray’s bed with their lips now connected and tongues battling for dominance.

“Mikey,” Ray murmured before cupping the side of Mikey’s face and bringing it closer for another kiss.

“What?” Mikey asked before letting his tongue trail slowly along Ray’s jaw and around the shell of his ear.

A shiver moved down Ray’s spine and he let out a sigh at the feeling of Mikey’s warm tongue. Still, he pulled away enough to tug off both of their shirts. “Hang on, I’ve got condoms…” Ray started to reach over to one of the drawers in his night stand but stopped when he saw Mikey go rigid. “You - Are you okay?”

Mikey gulped and nodded. “Yeah,” he said slowly while he placed a gentle hand on Ray’s shoulder and pulled him back onto the bed and away from the nightstand, “I just don’t think I want to do that… yet. Is that okay?”

To be honest, Ray was a little disappointed but at the same time he still had a shirtless Mikey laying on him and that was more than he could’ve ever hoped for a couple of weeks ago. “Come here,” he said and brought Mikey back for another passionate kiss.

As things started getting more heated Ray could feel Mikey’s cock pressing against his hip and could feel himself getting hard as well. He flipped them, so that he was on top and Mikey was pinned bellow him, then slid a hand down Mikey’s bare stomach to start unbuttoning his pants.

Mikey broke the kiss. “Ray,” he warned between heavy breaths, “I told you - I’m not ready for that.”

Ray kissed Mikey’s lips softly to silence him while pulling down his zipper. “I’m not gonna,” he whispered in a low voice.

The two stared at each other and even though Mikey looked disbelieving, he still raised up his hips when Ray started to tug his jeans down. Ray’s fingers caressed gently up the length of Mikey’s cock. “I just wanna feel you,” he said in that same low voice before taking a firm grip and pumping his hand up and down experimentally.

Mikey’s head fell back and he let out a moan. It wasn’t as if he’d never been touched like this before, he’d had plenty of girlfriends in the past, but he’d never been like this with a guy and it was a wholly new experience. Mikey had simply never been so into it and that alone was enough to make him feel both like a virgin and hypersensitive.

The pace of Ray’s hand started to increase and soon he had reduced Mikey to a writhing mess; he was bucking his hips in time with Ray’s hand and squirming on the bed with toes curled, trying to resist cumming embarrassingly early.

“You like me touching you?” Ray asked. His voice was so low and raspy and sexy, it was totally a bedroom voice - one that Mikey would never get to hear unless Ray was hard enough to cut diamonds.

Hearing that tone and knowing that he was part of a very small group of people to have heard it turned Mikey on even more. He wanted to say yes, to be able to dirty talk, but when he opened his mouth all that came out was a slew of profanities between gasps and sighs. Mikey managed to raise a hand and started to palm Ray through his jeans, making sure to keep his eyes open and memorize the way the bigger man bit his lip and how his eyes rolled back for just a second.

“Oh, God, Mikey,” Ray breathed while his hips and hands started to move in time with the strokes of Mikey’s hand over his jeans. He was so turned on and it felt so good to finally be getting some contact but Ray swore he wasn’t going to cum in his pants again like he did last time. “Oh God... Just use your mouth.”

When Mikey heard Ray say that his whole body stiffened and his hips jerked forward spastically as he came into Ray’s hand. He closed his eyes for a moment to catch his breath, his hand fell away from Ray’s crotch and his friend mistook that for overstepping the boundaries once again.

“I’m sorry,” Ray started, “of course you don’t have to do that if you-“

Mikey peaked an eye open and saw Ray about to wipe the cum in his hands off on the sheets. “Don’t-” he interrupted forcefully enough to make Ray freeze. “I want you to taste it since I’m going to be tasting you.”

Ray could only stare at Mikey with wide eyes as he watched the thin man start to sit up. Mikey was leaning in to kiss Ray and started licking at his lips until his tongue was allowed entry; at the same time Mikey was taking off Ray’s belt and then his pants. “You’re sure?” Ray finally asked.

“Mhmm,” Mikey murmured against his lips, totally unwilling to part for a proper response. He finally did pull back when Ray brought his hand, still coated with Mikey’s cum, up to his face and took a long lick down the center of his palm with his wide tongue. “Damn, that’s hot,” Mikey whispered and then dove in for another tongue-heavy kiss.

Eventually Mikey was able to pull himself from Ray’s lips, flip them so that Ray could lay down, and slide down to his friend’s now bare hips. He looked up to smile devilishly at Ray then kissed at his faintly protruding hip bone, enjoying his thicker layer of skin that made it easier to bite and suck until a dark hickey had blossomed just under the pant-line. Ray raised his head up and let out a moan of appreciation at Mikey’s handiwork before playfully saying, “quit being such a tease and get down there.”

“Be nice,” Mikey replied, “I haven’t done this before.”

Before Ray could even try to come up with some reason to not do it or even double-check to see if Mikey was really okay, Mikey lowered his head a bit more and swallowed down half of Ray’s cock. It wasn’t as if Ray were equipped with the biggest cock in the world, maybe just a tiny bit above average and proportionate in width, but Mikey’s move was impressive for a first timer and Ray let out an appreciative sound that could be felt rumbling in his chest more so than actually heard out loud.

Mikey’s head kept bobbing up and down, sucking and blowing when appropriate, with one hand moving over the half of Ray’s cock that he couldn’t take down and the other hand cupping and massaging Ray’s balls. If Ray hadn’t been so involved in what was going on he probably would’ve been embarrassed by the way his hips just wouldn’t lay flat and the way that he was already starting to feel the tightening in his lower stomach and balls. Too soon… he thought and flexed his stomach to try and suppress it.

Despite putting up a valiant effort, Ray still came much sooner than he would’ve liked. Mikey swallowed it all down though and licked him clean for good measure. It was almost enough to get Ray hard again. Instead he settled for wrapping his arms around Mikey and pulling the slender man up to the top of the bed again.

Mikey shifted to lay next to Ray and turned to face away from him, enjoying the feeling of Ray’s body immediately pressed flush against his back and the way their legs became entangled and the way Ray’s arms were around him with one pressed flat against his chest. “Ray,” he said very quietly.

Ray, who was still trying to recover from his orgasm just let out a gruff, “hmph,” in response.

“I don’t want to be friends with benefits.”

That got Ray’s immediate and undivided attention. His whole body tensed and he raised up his head to look down at Mikey’s profile. “What?” He asked in a surprisingly meek tone. “Mikey… What happened?” Oh shit, Mikey hadn’t been ready to do something like that…

“I want you to be my boyfriend,” Mikey said quietly.

Ray flopped his head back on the bed and buried his face in the back of Mikey’s neck. “You’re an asshole,” he mumbled.

“So you’ll be my boyfriend?”

“Yeah, but don’t think that makes you any less of an asshole.”

A long silence stretched over the two men and was broken after several minutes by a very light snoring from Ray. “We’ll need to tell Gerard,” Mikey whispered.

“In the morning,” Ray responded, “now go to sleep, asshole.”

They’d woken up decently early in the morning to avoid being caught by Gerard. They still planned on telling him as soon as he got home but there was no point in having him find out like that. After a shower together, which included an incredibly hot make-out session, and a cup of coffee the two decided to kill some time and win some bonus points with Gerard by getting a breakfast started. Ray walked over to the living room to pick up the remote while Mikey cracked eggs onto the frying pan.

The first channel had on some news story. Ray saw dark debris clouds in the background and figured it was another Middle Eastern uprising. He changed the channel quickly only to find the same story. When he took the time to read the caption at the bottom of the screen, he was shocked to see that it was England that was hit by China. What the fuck?

“Hey, Mikey,” Ray called over his shoulder, he was too engulfed to look away from the screen, “come here; you’ve got to see this!”

Mikey came trotting in a few seconds later, complaining about the eggs being left on the burners and stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he saw the screen. “Holy shit,” he whispered.

The eggs were long forgotten and eventually discarded into the trashcan. Both men sat on the couch, wrapped up in each other’s arms, watching the news for the next hour. After only thirty minutes, the ‘Breaking News’ in London had been interrupted for more ‘Breaking News’ in America. Utah had been hit by Cuba who officials believed were working with Russia and North Korea had a fleet crossing into American waters.

“What the fuck is going on, it’s like fucking World War III out there,” Ray mumbled. Mikey buried himself a little deeper into his boyfriend’s arms, Ray tightened his grip protectively.

By the time Gerard came home there had been so many attacks in so many places in the world that the channels had just decided to stay on the catastrophe in Utah before the president’s speech in a couple of hours.

“You guys,” Gerard called out, “did you hear about London?” As he walked into the living room he became so entranced by the television that he didn’t even notice the way his brother and best friend were totally entangled. “What the fuck?”

“You didn’t hear about Utah?” Mikey asked.

“No, must’ve happened while I was coming home,” Gerard mumbled and took a seat on the couch. “Where else?”

“Canada, Columbia, Egypt, Israel, Saudi Arabia, and Australia… So far,” Mikey replied.

“Who’s even doing it? Nothing was confirmed when I left.”

“They don’t know,” Ray said, then clarified, “I mean, fucking everybody is bombing everybody - it’s not any one region or country…. It’s just - It’s fucking crazy.”

Ten minutes before the president was supposed to make his address to the nation, the North Korean fleet launched an attack that took out D.C. and most of Virginia with it. The three men were speechless. Tears rolled down their faces as a news anchor began frantically trying to deliver her lines between choked sobs.

There was a pounding at their door and the three of them froze. After a silence the pounding happened again. Mikey got up to check it out. Frank was outside, hands shoved in his pockets, looking fidgety and nervous. Mikey swung open the door.

“Let’s go,” Frank said instantly, no hellos or anything like that. “Where are Gerard and Ray? Grab them and let’s go.”

“What?”

Frank took a hesitant step inside then peered around to see the other two men still engulfed by the TV. “Seriously, I’ve got my van outside. Everyone wants to get into New York to find family and loved ones and shit and we’ve got to go before they realize and the traffic gets bad.”

Mikey just blinked. With so much happening he couldn’t process the information. “I’m sorry,” he said, “what?”

Ray and Gerard had turned to look now, Frank’s eyes darted over to them and his voice got louder with agitation. “Look, you guys were on the way so I stopped,” he explained. “It’s a matter of time before they start hitting up the big cities. We’re way too close to New York. I’m heading to the Midwest before all these idiots on the road get the same idea and start going the same way so let’s go. Don’t pack any shit - we don’t have time - just… We’ll find out where it’s safe to be on the way, yeah?”

Like zombies they all just numbly agreed and allowed Frank to herd them into his white van. Frank started the engine and began to head West.

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Oh man that one was a doozie! Sorry it took so long to get up I just didn't expect it to be so... well, long! I'll be writing the final installment tomorrow - I don't think it'll be quite this huge but then again, who knows?
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