Eye of Jupiter
Title: Eye of Jupiter [3/3]
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
Part Two
It’d been seven years since the first pig bombs had dropped and five since the starting of The Great Fires. Around the time gas became unavailable they’d heard something through the dead air on the radio - a message from NewsAGoGo that there was a safe place in what used to be California, a place called Battery City, and that everyone was welcome.
As they traveled west on foot the four of them had done more lying, stealing, and killing than they could have ever imagined in their darkest dreams in the old days. The only thing that kept them going was the belief that if they could just make it to California, they’d be safe.
Ray and Mikey distanced themselves from one another - neither of them needed to do something stupid like let their guard down for romance. The further the two drifted from each other, the colder and more reclusive Mikey became. Eventually he reached a point where a smile never crossed his face and he never spoke unless necessary. It worried everyone to some degree but they were all hardening up and coping with the wasteland that used to be America differently.
When they had finally made it to Battery City the Scarecrow Units tried to split them up, it was only after hours of pleading and Gerard sobbing uncontrollably at the thought of being separated from his brother that the Scarecrows reconsidered and assigned all four of them into the same living unit. Each were required to undergo psychoanalysis and physicals before being granted citizenship.
They caught Gerard’s depression and prescribed him a dozen different medications made by Better Living Industries, the same drug company that funded Battery City. For a while they were working, Gerard was peaceful and always happy - until he started to develop night terrors. Doctors took him in to perform sleep studies, then revoked his citizenship when he assaulted a doctor in his sleep who stood too close.
Therapists noticed Frank’s violent tendencies and tried to enroll him as a draculoid in the Scarecrow Unit. After completing his training, Frank used his new skills to kill two fellow officers after they explained that the trigger of a gun was used in standard peace-keeping procedure. Korse, the head of all Scarecrow Units, chased him out Battery City and placed a hefty bounty on his head.
The doctors thought Mikey had schizophrenia and bipolar disorder; the recommended treatment was five prescriptions and, when he tried to slit his wrists instead of adjusting normally, electroshock therapy. The bastards thought they had him sedated heavily enough to let their guard down after the end of his second round. Mikey killed one doctor and placed another in a coma with his bare hands. He fled the facility before a Scarecrow Unit could even be called and was never seen in Battery City again.
Ray was the only one who both therapists and doctors believed was healthy and mentally sound. Still the doctors prescribed him vitamins to help with his malnutrition; but after seeing how the drugs affected his friends, Ray started to flush them down the toilet. After two weeks he tested negative on a mandatory drug test and was brought in for further analysis. His second therapist realized that Ray was gay and revoked his citizenship on the grounds that if he wasn’t willing to procreate with the other healthy citizens then he wasn’t welcome within the walls. As he was escorted out of Battery City, the draculoids accompanying him broke two of his ribs and blinded his left eye with a flasher gun set to stun.
Anything that wasn’t a part of the solution was assistance to the problem.
After some weeks of searching the four were able to find each other again amongst the pitiful towns, full of Battery City rejects, that surrounded the tall walls. Each of the four had their own personal vendettas against Better Living Industries and together managed to wreak havoc on the corporation and city by high jacking trucks delivering pill shipments, sneaking into the city to graffiti colorful images onto the tunnel walls, and killing any draculoid who dared mess with the refugees and waveheads out in the zones.
It was a matter of time before their rash actions and famous heroism got them noticed by Dr. Death-Defy, a former drac who was crippled while trying to form a rebellion against Korse during the construction of Battery City, Now he was an infamous radio pirate who ran through the zones with his assistant, Show Pony, warning incoming survivors of Battery City’s true nature. When he had finally tracked down the four men, they had already gained a near mythical level of infamy and were being called the Killjoys (or as Gerard would joke, the Fabulous Killjoys).
D offered them shelter, new clothes, resources for disguises (which Gerard and Mikey accepted - both of them dyed and cut their hair to avoid looking like their bounty pictures posted throughout the zones while Frank chose to grow his hair out from the mandatory buzz cut implemented by the Scarecrows), weapons, and transportation. All they had to agree to in return was to keep D updated and continue the good fight against BL/Ind.
And that’s the way things had been going for the past several years. Gerard, Frank, Mikey and Ray lived in the outer zones, casually dodging and dealing death each day as if it were nothing. BL/Ind. called them a gang of waveheads or murderous bandits but to everyone else they were Fun Ghoul, Kobra Kid, and Jet Star: the Fabulous Killjoys; led by their fearless leader, Party Poison.
Poison sat at one of the booths in the diner just outside of Zone 5, where he and the rest of the Fabulous Killjoys lived, fiddling with an old ham radio. Kobra sat across from his brother, a frown etched across his long face as he tried to bend the radio’s antenna just right to pick up signal. They had been raided by a Scarecrow Unit the previous week and lost their satellite radio in the battle. Until Show Pony showed up with a replacement they’d have to make due with the junk they could find on the outskirts of civilization.
“Piece of shit!” Kobra yelled as he smashed the antenna flat against the linoleum table top in a fit of frustration.
Fun Ghoul, Jet Star, and Amazing Grace (a young orphan girl D and Show Pony had asked them to look after until they found a safe home for her) looked up from where they sat on the floor several paces away. The three had been in the middle of a card game of Bullshit but now the deck was scattered as Jet had thrown his hand up to try to reach and block Grace’s ears.
“Jesus, Kobra, chill,” Poison said while rolling his eyes. He ran a hand through his long red Mohawk, frowning as his fingers got caught in knots.
Kobra took a few deep breaths, nostrils flaring as he did. “I’m sorry,” the younger brother finally said, “but you know this is bullshit - it could be weeks before Show Pony makes his way out here, especially with how much time he spends in throttle-bars, why can’t we just go further in and steal a new one?”
Poison was only half listening, he was much more worried about trying to prop the now busted antenna back up. “I don’t know,” he murmured, “I don’t think any of us should go anywhere until we get a weather report. You don’t want to get stuck in acid rain like last time, do you?”
Kobra flushed with embarrassment, his eyebrows came together stubbornly. “I was fine!”
“But your bike got trashed and Ghoul got shot trying to get you burn drips.”
Ghoul waved his arm in the air from where he sat, cross-legged, on the floor. There was a long and ugly scar that fucked up half his tattoo sleeve from where he’d been shot with a flasher by an angry gang of waveheads.
With a sigh of defeat, Kobra stopped trying to argue. He knew better than to get into it with Poison - so it was a surprise when Jet spoke up. “I don’t know… D is counting on us to still get his signals and he never knows how long it’ll take Pony… Maybe it would be a good idea to get another radio. We don’t need XM right now, just anything better than that,” He motioned to the beat up Radio in front of Poison.
Poison tugged as the back of his mohawk anxiously. “Fine,” he said shortly. “You and Kobra go and get us a new radio. Just get back before nightfall.” Kobra and Jet both stood up and started for the door. “Seriously,” Poison called before they walked outside, “I don’t give a shit if you two find a radio or not - we have no way of contacting or searching you, if you don’t come back before it gets dark…”
“Got it,” Kobra said shortly and without a backwards glance he walked outside, Jet Star following close behind.
The two men said little to each other on the car ride. Jet Star drove, having a little difficulty due to his eye patch and the gusting winds blowing up from the south, and Kobra Kid had the stereo cranked all the way up. They’d missed the weather report, D had just wrapped up traffic before putting on The Mad Gear & Missile Kid - the shiniest band in the zones.
Neither of them had been alone together since that night before the bombs fell and Jet Star had no idea how to handle himself with Kobra. Usually he was pretty light-hearted and was able to joke around with Ghoul or Poison. Kobra kept to himself for the most part but he did have a soft spot for Amazing Grace, Jet had even seen him smile in the company of the little girl a few times.
They’d stopped off in Zone 4 and tried to get a radio the honest way, with words and shitty bartering, but no one was willing to part with something so valuable. So Jet played nice while Kobra just glared through his dark sunglasses.
They left and stole a ham radio on their way back through Zone 5. It was almost identical to their old one, except it had an internal antenna. As soon as Kobra had realized that, he’d broken into a childlike grin that both melted Jet’s heart and made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
“I don’t know why Poison was so damn worried,” Kobra said as he turned down the music on the way home, “we’re fuckin’ shiny.”
Jet Star laughed a little and felt some of the tension that’d been building over the day slip away. It felt nice to hear Kobra speak without any malice. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped short when he looked in the rear-view mirror.
“Oh shit.”
Coming up fast from the south was a solid wall of red dust and sand whirling in the strong winds. Jet had known that the gusts were bad a few hours ago, but he hadn’t thought they could progress into something dangerous so quickly.
Kobra looked over his shoulder. His mouth dropped open slightly. When he turned around, he tried very hard to keep a steady voice. “Think we can ride through or beat it home?”
“No,” Jet replied, “it’s coming up way too fast and, fuck, look at it! That shit’s like the Eye of Jupiter!” He slammed his hands on the steering wheel and began to accelerate. “Shit, what do we do?”
Kobra was looking out his passenger window, trying very hard to avoid actually looking at the massive winds and debris that were quickly coming up behind them. Unfortunately Zone 5 was scarcely populated due to its distance from Battery City, but there were some old buildings and bunkers to the west that could be strong enough to survive the winds. The only question was if they could reach them before getting swallowed up in the red storm. They would surely suffocate if they didn’t get somewhere stable pronto.
“Hook left,” Kobra said finally. Jet took a moment to turn his head and stare at his friend in disbelief. “Just trust me.”
With a shaky sigh, Jet made a hard cut and floored it. Luckily with his limited peripheral vision it was impossible for Jet Star to watch the clouds advance. Kobra unbuckled himself and reached into the back seat where he grabbed both of their oxygen helmets. Usually the helmets were reserved for high radiation areas only but Kobra figured thick, suffocating dust could prove to be an exception.
Kobra went ahead and put on his helmet, visor still up and oxygen system off for the time being. He looked out his friends window and saw the storm was literally less than a hundred yards away and closing in quickly. Up ahead the sandy desert was about to give way to broken roads that led to a torn up and abandoned neighborhood. No waveheads or rejects could have been living here - the houses were far too damaged and there were no signs of repair.
“I’m stopping now,” Jet started to say.
“No!” Kobra interrupted. “Not yet.” He kept scanning the houses for the tell tale sign of a basement or bunker. So close to old L.A such things weren’t very common but after the first bombs some people were determined to stay in their homes. A lot of underground refuges had been added on to houses in the early days.
Jet turned his head and saw the dust cloud, easily twenty or thirty yards away. “Kobra…” He warned.
Kobra stayed quiet, eyes diligently scanning, until he spotted the tell-tale concrete hatch off to the side of a pile of rubble that probably used to be a small starter home. “Okay stop!”
The brakes squealed in protest. Jet spun the wheel hard to try and stop faster and ended up spinning out in a donut, skidding several feet forward before the car lurched to a stop. Kobra’s head hit the dash and he was so fucking thankful for his stupid oxygen helmet.
“Here!” He tossed Jet the blue helmet then flipped down his visor. The word ‘GOODLUCK’ written across it was extremely relevant to the situation since the cloud storm was now upon them.
Jet crammed the helmet onto his head and hurtled himself out of the car, Kobra leaped from his seat at the same time and began to sprint for the bunker door. His friend was not far behind.
Everything looked hazy and was tinted orange with dust. Jet could feel it whipping against all of his exposed skin, like sandpaper rubbing over his neck, wrists, and fingers. He ended up having to help Kobra pry open the heavy door and waited for his friend to jump in first, no time for the ladder, before doing the same. He clung to a steel rung on the side of the wall and raised an arm to grab the hatch and pull it down. As he did so a gust of dust struck his exposed wrist with enough force for the tiny grains to slice his skin open.
Jet Star fell to the ground, Kobra rolling out of the way just in time, with a large pile of dust and sand falling lifelessly on top of him now that there was no wind to control it.
It was pitch black inside the bunker and the two just panted, catching their breath, in the total darkness for a moment before Jet heard Kobra fumbling with something and then heard the tell-tale hiss of a road flare being struck to life. The small room became illuminated by the red glow. Jet saw a pile of blankets in one corner along with several folded sleeping cots. One wall was shelved and filled with dry-food, canned goods, and gallons of water. He could just make out a tiny cellar window in the far corner of the bunker although no light emitted through it thanks to the thick clouds raging on the surface.
“How long does that flare last?” Jet asked now that he’d caught his breath.
“I think it’s a three hour.”
“Good.” Jet stood on wobbly feet, removed his helmet, and began to try and pat away all the dust. Eventually he gave up and shrugged off his jacket, not forgetting to grab his cigarettes and matchbook first. “We can look for a generator while it’s going off - these people look like they knew what they were doing and I’m not going to suffocate on flare smoke after getting out of a dust storm."
Kobra nodded in agreement and the two began to search through the looming shadows across the cement walls for a switch or breaker of some sort. “Poor bastards,” Kobra said, “here they made a decent bunker and probably got ghosted before they ever had a chance to use it.”
Jet didn’t know what to say in response so he remained silent. After a few more minutes of searching he found another ham radio, just like the one they’d stolen, and a heavy switch bolted to the wall behind it with two fuse boxes next to it. “I think I found it,” he called, “unless you see something.”
“Nope,” Kobra replied, “but they have some sweet puzzles and, oh shit,” he was giggling in a way Jet hadn’t heard in years, “they’ve got Candyland!”
Biting back a laugh, Jet asked Kobra to bring over the flare and flipped the switch on. Nothing happened. He tried to open both fuse boxes and cursed to see them locked. Kobra had Jet step back and take hold of the flare as he pulled out a bowie knife from his boot and pried the rusting boxes open. The first fuse box appeared to be for the whole house and unfortunately it looked like most of the fuses were worse for wear. The second only had one fuse, presumably to a generator.
“Swimming pool…” Kobra muttered looking at the labels, “I bet they can do without that for right now, yeah?” He popped out the fuse and replaced the busted one in the generator box.
Jet tried flipping the switch again and winced at the loud hum and fluorescent lights that flickered on overhead. He dropped the flare and stubbed it out with his boot then lit up a cigarette. “So what now?” He asked, exhaling a plume of smoke as he spoke.
Kobra leaned forward to slide out a cigarette for himself then held out his hand expectantly for the matchbook. The sudden closeness startled Jet Star and it took him a second before he remembered to actually hand over the matches. He became aware of how alone they were. The past few years even if they were in a room alone, Ghoul and Poison weren’t more than a few paces away. Now they were in an undisclosed bunker with a massive storm howling overhead. Even if the other Killjoys did want to come looking for them they couldn’t. Not without a set of wheels and not in this weather.
“Well,” Kobra said, drawing Jet from his thoughts, “we can do a puzzle.” He snickered at the idea then looked over his shoulder at the collection of pass times stacked on the far shelves. He leaned against the table where the ham radio sat. “Fuck,” Kobra laughed under his breath, “Gerard is going to kill me.”
Jet Star blinked a few times in confusion. It’d been so long since he’d heard Poison referred to by his real name that he almost didn’t recognize it. “Maybe they got the static kicking back home. We could try to call him.” The idea was really more of an excuse for Jet to be staring at Kobra’s sharp hip against the table.
Kobra laughed again and shook his head. “Nah, these old things aren’t strong enough to deal with a storm like this... What did you call it?” He snapped his finger while thinking, oblivious to Jet’s stare. “The Eye of Jupiter? Yeah, that's it... We might as well be buried under all that sand for all the interference it’s going to cause. We’re trapped here for the night.”
Hearing that made Jet swallow hard. For the whole night? Just the two of them? He tried to collect his thoughts and shoo away the feelings rising up in him. He and Kobra had never spoken about it but both of them knew that whatever relationship they’d started seven years ago couldn’t continue with all the risks they were taking. Korse knew the Killjoys would die for one another but he also knew that if one were captured or killed it was just a sacrifice that came with the job. If anyone at BL/Ind thought they could exploit a relationship for information or surrender then it would be curtains for the Fabulous Killjoys. The fact that Kobra and Poison were brothers was bad enough, that’s why both of them had dyed their hair and Poison always wore a mask or a bandana when going out into the zones - so that the Scarecrow Units might actually think that the brothers had never reunited in the desert. So far it had worked. Kobra was recognized as Michael James Way, but Poison remained elusive.
“You hear me?”
Jet was shaken out of his thoughts by Kobra’s call. The younger man was now at the other side of the room, looking through the puzzles. “What?”
“Where’s you’re head at?” Kobra tapped his own hairline. “I asked which puzzle you want to do.”
Jet shrugged and flicked the gathering ash off his cigarette before coming to sit down next to his friend. “Whichever, I don’t care.”
The two started to work on a puzzle of the Brooklyn Bridge in near silence. Kobra at one point sat up to shrug off his jacket; Jet thought he was going to lose it when he saw a pale strip of exposed skin between Kobra’s shirt hem and pants. He really did almost lose it when his friend then laid down on his stomach with his head propped up on by one elbow as he used his other hand to sift through the pieces. That perfect ass…
Despite the fact that all Jet really wanted to do was stare at the anatomy of his, as always, off-limits friend he managed to focus and help Kobra start the edges of the puzzle.
“This is nice,” Kobra said quietly after a while.
“The puzzle?”
“No,” Kobra replied, “well, yeah - it’s soothing - but I mean you and me hanging out… Just being able to hang out alone - one on one. It makes me feel more like… me.”
Jet smiled. “It’s nice to see Mikey’s back.” He placed a couple of puzzle pieces together, biting his lip as he did so. He felt almost shy around Mikey at this point. Closeness like this was so unfamiliar that he wasn’t even sure he’d ever felt it before. “It feels good for us to just be... us for a minute.”
“What do you mean?” Mikey asked, sounding slightly confused. “You’ve always been Ray - I think you just made up a name to fit in.” He smirked as he started to sort piles of puzzle pieces by color. “You always stay calm and hold us together… I’m afraid you, Ray Toro, are the glue no matter what name you go by.”
Ray laughed and reached across their puzzle-in-progress to slap Mikey’s shoulder. “Well thanks, but I think you guys still would’ve managed without me. Especially you, Mikey. Jesus, you’re fierce.”
Mikey shook his head, some of the blond streaks he normally slicked back had fallen into his face and the smile that covered his soft lips faltered slightly. “No,” he said honestly, “I was going to head back east as soon as I’d healed up a little more.” He saw that Ray’s face was now falling as well. “But,” Mikey continued hastily, “I was staying somewhere that had a radio. I heard D’s traffic reports what you were with Frank so when I was ready to be on my own two feet again I started running back toward Battery City until I found you.”
Ray felt his breath catch. “Why east? And why stay for me?”
“I think you just want me to flatter you,” Mikey laughed again.
“More like humor me.”
“Well,” Mikey sighed and shrugged, “I don’t know! Gerard and Frank have changed so much - I’ve changed so much - but you’re, like, the only fucking constant thing through all of this.” For a second Mikey looked just as scared and innocent as he had when the bombs fell instead of like an apathetic murderer. “I just wanted to feel something familiar,” he finished softly.
Ray leaned across the puzzle again, this time to take hold of Mikey’s hand with a firm grasp. Their eyes locked and Ray’s heart was beating so fast he thought he was going at double-pistons. Mikey tried to lower his gaze slowly. “Mikey,” Ray said quietly and abruptly.
The younger man’s eyes darted back up and were once again captured by Ray’s gaze. “Yeah?” Mikey asked softly.
“I don’t want to do this stupid puzzle anymore.” Ray’s voice was steady and low and reminiscent of that bedroom voice that Mikey had been so turned on by so many years ago.
If Ray was nervous then it was nothing compared to how Mikey felt. His mouth was dry and the usual tremor in his hand was even worse than normal. He squeezed his fingers into fists then pushed up from the ground and sat up. “Good,” he said quickly, maybe even a bit nervously, “cause I really wanted to play Candyland.”
Ray was too baffled to respond. He could only stare with wide, disbelieving eyes as Mikey stood up and grabbed the Candyland board game off the shelf and moved to his side to sit and start setting up the pieces.
“Really?” Ray finally managed to choke out. “You really want to play Candyland?” How the hell could Mikey want to play Candyland after dropping a bombshell like that - after the sexual tension between them had grown so thick it could be cut with a butter knife?
Mikey rolled his eyes and continued to set up the game. He let out an exasperated huff. “I just want to do something normal and stupid and carefree,” he said as he folded his legs under his body. He leaned slightly against Ray so their shoulders were touching.
The feeling of Mikey leaning on him, even if it was only ever so slightly, was electric. Ray nearly jumped out of his skin at the initial contact, causing Mikey to turn his head in surprise. Ray wanted nothing more than to kiss him but hesitated for just a second too long and Mikey turned back to the board - the moment was over.
They played a game, which Mikey won, then started another. As Mikey was spinning for his turn he asked, “So how did you get kicked out of Battery City, exactly? I know you were the last out but I didn’t hear what happened.”
Ray shrugged. Honestly, he was a little bit embarrassed that he was ejected because of his sexuality whereas the rest of the Killjoys had been removed due to violence. “It’s not much of a story,” he said lamely.
“But I want to know.” Mikey was no longer even paying attention to the board and Ray was loving the attention far too much to pass it up just because he had a stupid story.
“Well,” he started, “I wouldn’t take the drugs they were giving me… Not after I saw how fucked up they made you and Gerard so they requested I submit to a reevaluation after I came up clean on a drug test. The therapist figured out that I was gay and I didn’t deny it so they had me leave and then beat the fuck out of me for good measure on the way out.”
Mikey blinked in disbelief. “Why wouldn’t you just tell them that you would still help repopulate? They don’t actually care if you’re gay or straight as long as you’re willing…”
“Honestly,” Ray said, “I didn’t even think of that. I wasn’t going to hide who I was and I told them honestly that I had zero attraction towards women.”
“That’s brave.” The comment caught Ray off guard. He didn’t think he was brave so much as just fucking stupid. “No really,” Mikey continued, “you could’ve lied and there’s no way they could prove it but you decided to stand up for what you believe in and it came so naturally to you that you didn’t even notice you were doing it.”
Mikey was close and looking at Ray intently again. This time he didn’t miss his opportunity. Ray locked lips with his friend, one hand going up to cup Mikey’s jaw in case he tried to pull away. It felt so good to be doing this again - like it was wholly new and exciting in a way that it never could have been in the old world.
At first Mikey resisted, then became hesitant, and finally melted into it - returning the kiss with all the passion he could muster. Both of them were already hard since it’d been so long since any of the Killjoys had been touched by anyone but their own hands. Ray bit Mikey’s lower lip before pulling away slowly. Mikey let out a low moan in response and tried to lean further forward to follow Ray’s lips.
“This okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
And then Ray was kissing him again, one arm propping himself up, the other running up one of Mikey’s arms. For so long this had been something that Ray wanted so badly that he would even allow himself to fantasize about it and he was pleasantly stunned at the difference in Mikey’s body now and what he remembered.
What used to just be skin and bone was now developed muscle. Ray squeezed Mikey’s strong forearm and felt the veins and scars and flesh and strength. He couldn’t stand it and pulled the younger man closer until Mikey’s entire upper body was sprawled over Ray’s lap.
They parted again and just stared at each other silently, catching their breath through open kiss-swollen lips. Ray ran a hand through Mikey’s short, bleached hair and tried to grab a handful in the back to pull but found it was short enough to slip through his fingers. He ran his hand up to the top of Mikey’s head and grabbed there, yanking the man’s head back and exposing his long and slender neck. Ray dove in with reckless abandon, biting and sucking and kissing every inch of skin he could get his mouth on. Mikey, all the while, let out desperate gasps and cries that caught in his throat before they could really come out. Ray couldn’t deny being a little disappointed by this new quietness that Mikey had adopted.
As their lips reconnected for another kiss, Mikey squirmed around to sit straddling Ray’s lap. The change in position gave a good amount of friction and Ray couldn’t stop a sigh and hiss of pleasure from escaping his lips.
“Yeah?” Mikey asked. He looked confident and so sure of himself, an even bigger change from what Ray remembered.
Ray could only nod his head and watch a smirk cross Mikey’s face through half-lidded eyes. Mikey rolled his hips and he was rewarded with a loud moan. His hands started to travel to the hem of Ray’s shirt then slipped underneath to feel his back. As his hands glided up, Ray’s shirt came with them. The two broke far enough apart for Mikey to tug it off and didn’t come back to their embrace until Ray returned the favor.
There was a big change in Mikey under his shirt as well, not that this was the first time Ray had gotten to see this much of his friend in the past few years, but this was the first time he allowed himself to look. Mikey was still slender with a flat chest and stomach but he’d filled out, he looked sturdier; and where before his torso had been nothing but undefined milky skin, Mikey now had muscle definition and scars from previous battles all over his torso. Even though all Ray wanted to do was go back to touching every inch of skin until he had it memorized, he forced himself to lean back and really take it in.
The confidence that Mikey had shown earlier started to ebb away. One of his arms self-consciously crossed his torso, covering up a particularly nasty looking scar in the process. “What is it?” He asked. Mikey didn’t sound nervous, more like defensive.
Ray kept staring, drinking in the sight. “Nothing,” he breathed. “It’s just… you’re so fucking beautiful.”
Mikey didn’t need any more assurance after that, he closed the distance between their bare chests and captured Ray’s lips with his own. Their tongues twisted together sloppily, both of them were out of practice when it came to kissing.
Their hips started to rock against one another again and Ray had to take a moment to untangle himself. There was no way he was going to waste this opportunity cumming in his pants. Mikey looked hurt at first but then saw Ray’s shaky hands unbuckling his belt and sliding his black jeans down his thick thighs.
Now it was Mikey’s turn to stare, mesmerized, by Ray in all his naked glory. He started trying to get his own pants but his hands were shaking with anticipation. Ray leaned forward to undo Mikey’s belt and slide the skin tight denim down until Mikey could kick it away along with his boots. The whole time Mikey was extremely aware of how Ray’s hard-on kept brushing against his thigh.
Once they were both naked they stared at each other for a moment of uncertainty. Neither of them had any doubt about what was going to happen but for Ray it’d been so long that he was unsure of how to proceed and Mikey had never done this before and, while he didn’t want to return to being the same weak person Ray knew in the old world, he didn’t know if he was comfortable taking the lead.
“You want to?” Ray asked, his voice reflected just how excited he was - as if Mikey couldn’t tell just by looking.
“Yeah I really, really do,” the blond replied.
Ray took a deep breath and closed the distance between them once again to capture Mikey’s lips with his own. One of his hands came up to wrap around Mikey’s back while the other trailed slowly down his front, tracing over scars and muscle, until he took hold of his hard cock. Mikey stiffened then breathed a sigh at the feeling of contact. Ray gave a slow, experimental stroke that made Mikey break away to get out a shuddering moan of appreciation. His hips rolled forward into Ray’s hand and then all caution was gone.
The two men were kissing, biting, grabbing, and groping each other as if they would never have the opportunity to do it again. Ray fell backwards so he was laying on the cement floor and Mikey came tumbling on top of him, landing hard on his knees, desperate to keep their lip-lock in tact.
The hand that had been scratching up Mikey’s back moved down to his ass. Ray squeezed one of the cheeks and felt the blond flex. It seemed as if Mikey was toned all over. He waited until Mikey relaxed and shifted his legs further apart before pressing a finger against his entrance. Mikey sucked in a mouthful of air, determined to stay loose and relaxed.
Ray was taking his time though and didn’t immediately try to push in, he just continued to enjoy kissing and slowly stroking the blond while his finger continued to just dance and ghost over Mikey’s asshole. The reaction was perfect, Mikey was making such desperate little sounds and gyrating his hips both from Ray’s teasingly slow strokes in front and taunting touches from behind. The whole time Mikey had his fingers threaded in Ray’s long hair and Ray had yet to be touched, he was so hard he was leaking and it was starting to hurt but he was having too much fun to bring it up. It took all Ray had not to smile too boldly and ruin their long kiss.
Eventually Mikey pulled away and took a long minute to catch his breath. His eyes were narrowed in anger. The look was enough to make Ray stop everything and just gape, wondering what he’d done wrong.
“If you’re not going to get going,” Mikey started, “then I’m not going to bottom for you.”
The implication and authority of Mikey’s words sent a shiver down Ray’s spine. “Fine,” he said and pulled his hand away from Mikey’s ass and up to his mouth.
He sucked on his finger for a long moment, getting it slicked up with his saliva. He could tell that the action was turning Mikey on even more so he took his time with it before slowly pulling the finger from his mouth, cheeks hollowing in the process, and bringing it back around to Mikey’s ass. He slid his finger in quickly to the first knuckle, smirking when Mikey hissed in response. The younger man clenched in response to the intrusion, the tightness made Ray’s cock twitch in excitement. After so man years of wanting and waiting and forbidding himself from doing anything and he was finally about to have Mikey in the way he’d wanted him for nearly a decade. Unconsciously he started to move his hand faster over Mikey’s shaft while slowly trying to push his finger in deeper.
Mikey’s jaw was clenched tight as he tried to relax the rest of his body. It helped to feel Ray stroking him off but at the same time he was far too tense and uncomfortable to roll his hips or enjoy it fully. He could feel the burn of Ray pushing his finger in further and tried taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down but simply couldn’t manage it - he was too aware of what they were about to do and it made him nervous.
Ray noticed that Mikey was not relaxing around him and pulled his finger out entirely before kissing his friend’s lips chastely. “Stand up,” Ray commanded as he started to sit up on his knees.
Mikey gawked a bit in surprise but eventually complied and got on his feet. He didn’t understand, did Ray not want him anymore? The insecurity was making Mikey even more flaccid, so it came as a complete surprise when he felt Ray’s thick lips wrap around his cock.
“Ohhhhh,” Mikey groaned as he nearly lost his footing. One of Ray’s hands shot up to his hip to support him while his head started to bob back and forth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head before closing. He could feel the tension in his shoulders disappear as his shoulders slouched forward and one of his hands moved to rest lazily on Ray’s shoulder. “Fuck!” He cried as Ray deep throated him. “Oh, God, you’re so good.”
The hand Ray had on Mikey’s hip snuck around to his backside and Ray fingered him again while he was distracted. This time Mikey seemed to not notice at all, there was no clenching even though he pushed in all the way. As he picked up the pace with his mouth, now focusing mainly on tonguing the head, Ray inserted another finger. Mikey clenched up a little but made no complaint and relaxed around the two fingers quickly. Once Ray was sure that Mikey was comfortable he started to thrust his fingers in time with his sucking.
He grew more bold and added a twisting motion into the mix that caused Mikey to buck his hips wildly and throw his head back and cry out in pleasure. He did it again and felt the blond man’s legs start to buckle at the knees.
“Oh my God,” Mikey babbled, “do that again. Oh, fuck, Ray - you’re so fucking perfect. Shit, fuck me.”
Even though the invitation was tempting, Ray continued to suck Mikey off and thrust his two fingers, trying not to gag when Mikey started bucking his hips. It was only when he felt that tensing in Mikey’s strong legs that he pulled himself away.
“What?” Mikey was out of breath and confused as he started to come down from the dizzying heights of near climax. “Why - why did you stop?”
Ray kept working his fingers and Mikey was silenced by that twisting motion again. More precum leaked from the head of his cock, when Ray saw the reaction he gave a satisfied smile and withdrew his fingers slowly. “We’re not done,” he said quietly as he rose to his feet. His knees hurt from balancing his weight on the concrete but he ignored the soreness and took a step closer to Mikey and kissed him passionately again, making sure that the blond man could taste himself in Ray’s mouth. He felt Mikey shudder and pulled him closer until the two were pressed solidly together - chest to chest. “Against the wall,” he panted in Mikey’s ear after tearing himself from the kiss.
It only took Mikey a second for his mind to uncloud and process what Ray had said before he untangled his arms from around his lover and move to brace himself against the cinderblock wall, legs spread in waiting.
Ray took a step back to soak in the sight before him: Mikey’s strong back covered in faded battle scars and fresh scratches from his desperate grasping earlier, long legs flexed and bent ever so slightly at the knee to help keep his balance, strong arms out with fingers gripping hopelessly at the wall and biceps flexed in anticipation. His eyes dropped to Mikey’s round, toned ass. Ray bit his lip and started to walk silently toward him, propelled by the idea of being in there - of being the very first in there.
One hand had moved to his cock and Ray started to stroke himself casually, closing his eyes for a moment and enjoying being touched for the first time since they’d stripped. He licked his chapped lips. “Ready?”
Mikey nodded his head before verbally responding, “yeah.”
Ray tried smearing his precum over the head of his cock before bringing his hand up to his mouth and spitting into it. In a perfect world he would’ve had lube and they would’ve had a bed and the Eye of Jupiter wouldn’t be swirling overhead. But it wasn’t a perfect world, it was a pretty fucked-up world, so he rubbed his spit over his cock and hoped it didn’t hurt Mikey too bad.
As he lined up, Ray kept one hand on his cock and placed the other on Mikey’s hip to help steady both of them. He pushed in and heard Mikey gasp as his head passed the ring of Mikey’s asshole. Instantly Ray was weak at the knees, it was so tight and perfect and Mikey kept clenching and releasing on the head of his cock. It took all of his willpower not to thrust in as fast as he could.
“All right?” Ray was perfectly still, the hand on Mikey’s hip gripping tight enough to bruise.
“Keep going,” Mikey said through gritted teeth.
Ray took a few deep breaths and started to push in. He took it slow and took his hand off his cock to massage Mikey’s shoulder. “Oh my God,” he was muttering, “you’re so fucking tight.”
By the time he was half way in, Ray was panting for breath, trying so fucking hard to not just go crazy. One of Mikey’s hands slipped a bit on the wall and he was trembling, whimpering from the pain of the stretch while trying his best not to tense up completely, all he could be thankful for was that Ray had pretty thoroughly prepared him.
Finally Ray was all the way in, his hands that clutched at Mikey shook with desire to start moving but he had to make sure - make sure that Mikey was really ready and okay and loving this as much as Ray was.
Before he could say anything though, Mikey piped up. “Ray?”
“Yeah?”
“I need you to start moving.”
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”
He could almost hear Mikey roll his eyes. “Fucking move already!”
He didn’t need to be told again. Ray pulled out, just a little bit, and pushed back in. A groan escaped from Mikey and he took that as a good sign. He kept up with his small, gentle thrusts, knowing that they weren’t enough for him but Mikey’s comfort was top priority at the moment. He waited until Mikey started to roll his hips in time with the thrusts before picking up the pace and going deeper.
Finally Ray was able to move at a decent enough pace. His hand on Mikey’s hip loosened slightly and move around to wrap around his cock. Mikey had gone flaccid in the time it took for Ray to get going but was back to being completely hard after only a few strokes. The whimpers that Mikey had been making got louder and turned into moans as he rocked his hips forward into Ray’s hand and back onto his dick. Ray’s other hand slid around to Mikey’s front, fingers scratching across his strong chest and settling into place digging at his collar bone.
“Fuck,” Ray panted as he pressed his forehead against Mikey’s shoulder blade and thrusted particularly deep. His chest was slick with sweat and slid easily against Mikey’s back as he started to put his whole body into his motions. Mikey just felt so tight and warm and perfect. “You’re amazing,” he groaned before nipping at the back of the blond’s neck.
Mikey started writhing more, getting really into it, his head was thrown back and Ray could see his brow was drenched in sweat, his hair was matted down into his face, eyes closed in a look of pain and ecstasy, and his small plump lips were open and gasping for air between grunts and moans of satisfaction.
Ray hit Mikey’s prostate, the sudden sensation causing Mikey to loose his holding on the wall so he fell forward until his bare chest was resting against the cinderblocks. His whole body had tensed up and he was seeing white flashes behind his closed eyes. “There!” He yelled between gasps for air. “Oh, sweet fucking Jesus, do that again!”
With renewed vigor, Ray started trying to hit that spot again but missed more than he hit it. Still, the cries of joys and slew of profanities that came out of Mikey’s mouth whenever he did manage to find the sweet spot were well worth it.
“Fuck me harder - oh fuck - God, just get in deeper!”
Ray pulled out quickly, startling Mikey, and spun his lover around to kiss him fiercely. Their teeth clashed together and their tongues wrestled for dominance, all the while Ray was pushing Mikey up against the wall. His hands, which had moved to grasp at Mikey’s hair, now moved down to grab the other man’s thighs once his back was pressed solidly up against the concrete.
“Up,” Ray commanded. His voice was deep, raw, and powerful enough to make Mikey comply without any second thoughts or hesitation. Mikey let Ray pull his legs up high enough to wrap around his waist, his back digging into the wall for additional support, while Ray lined himself up again and let Mikey fall slowly on his cock.
Their lips reconnected as Mikey readjusted to being filled again, luckily it was much easier this time because Ray didn’t have the patience to be gentle. He started thrusting up, pushing Mikey’s back up the wall in the process, and letting his lover fall back down on him over and over again. His kisses strayed from Mikey’s lips to his neck where they became bites. He licked, bit, and sucked just bellow Mikey’s adams apple, creating a large dark hickey there, all the while enjoying the sounds coming from his lover’s mouth and the vibrations they made in his throat against his lips.
With the change in position, Ray was able to get much deeper and was hitting Mikey’s prostate just about every other thrust. As a result, Mikey was a mess; he couldn’t keep his voice down, couldn’t stop swearing, couldn’t stop trembling as his hands scratched and gasped at Ray’s back, neck, and hair - anything he could get a hold of.
Ray shifted slightly so he could use one hand to start jacking Mikey off again. As soon as his hand wrapped around Mikey’s shaft the blond lost it. “Oh my fuck - shit - Ray - Ray I’m - Oh fuck!”
And then Mikey was cumming everywhere, shooting hard enough for it land on both of their chests. Ray rode out Mikey’s orgasm, still hitting his prostate and still stroking his cock, as his own orgasm started to hit. The way Mikey was clenching was just insane and he was unable to last any longer. With a low, animalistic groan Ray came inside Mikey, his hand still working over the now spent man’s shaft until he was done too and realized that Mikey was shaking with pleasure and nearly sobbing from being so over stimulated.
He rolled his hips up a few more times before slowly crumbling to the floor in exhaustion. Mikey fell with him, his back sliding down the wall and rubbed red from the friction. Once they were both on the floor, Mikey carefully lifted himself off of Ray’s now flaccid dick then fell against his chest, still shaking and trying to catch his breath.
“Oh my God,” Mikey finally said once he’d taken the time to slow his heart and remember his fucking name. “Oh my God… That was amazing.”
Ray still had a dazed look on his face and just nodded his head slightly in agreement as his eyes stared blindly up at the ceiling. Even before the pig-bombs it’d been a long time since he’d been laid, to have such mind blowing sex with someone who’d been the object of his affection for so fucking long was just… it was too much for his post orgasmic mind to process.
Mikey had almost completely calmed down now and was running a hand through Ray’s sweat-drenched hair, head pressed into his chest. “Next time,” Mikey whispered, “I want to top.” If Ray hadn’t just cum harder than he ever had in his entire life, that sentence would’ve been enough to spring him back to life. Instead though, the two remained cuddled together on the cold floor where they fell asleep, the dust storm still raging above them.
Ray was woken up by a thin beam of sunlight shining through the window the next day. At first he felt his heart jump into his throat when he realized he was both unarmed and naked, then he remembered where he was and who he was with and felt himself calm down. Lazily, he turned his head and looked at the still sleeping Mikey who was curled, cat-like, at his side with his head still on his chest.
“Wake up,” Ray said quietly, half hoping that Mikey wouldn’t hear him and stay asleep like that.
Unfortunately, Mikey did wake up. His eyes fluttered softly against Ray’s bare skin and for a moment, like Ray had done, he tensed up until he too remembered last night and stretched while entwining their legs. “The storm?” Mikey mumbled with his mouth pressed against Ray’s chest.
“It’s passed. We need to get out before they find a way to put something about us in the static.”
That got Mikey up. He sat bolt upright and turned his head in both directions, both popping it and looking for his clothes. “Fuck,” he swore, “Gerard’s going to kill me for making us go out in that yesterday.”
Ray slowly sat up as well, noting the stiffness in his back and neck from sleeping on the hard ground but also figuring that it was well worth it. “I’ll deal with Gerard,” he reassured. “But we probably should get going.”
The two dressed silently, Ray took notice of the stiff way that Mikey moved around and how he winced in certain positions. They headed up the ladder and out of the bunker with their helmets on. The sky above was a clear blue and everything around them was coated in at least an inch of red dust.
The car was mostly in tact, the left side mirror had blown off in the winds and drifted twenty yards away from the car but that could be easily repaired, the vehicle was still drivable and that’s what mattered. They got in, Mikey taking the wheel, and headed back out to their hideout diner.
“I don’t want that to be a one time thing,” Mikey said quietly during their drive.
Ray cocked his head, he hadn’t expected Mikey to say anything about it - especially since he seemed to be back in Kobra mode. “Me neither,” he eventually admitted.
“I’m serious, Jet,” yeah he was definitely Kobra again, “life’s too short and I - I care about you.”
“I’m serious too,” Jet Star replied as he fumbled for a cigarette from his jacket pocket. He lit it and took a deep drag. “I’ve wanted you for the better part of a decade, if you’ll have me then I’m not going to let you go.”
“So we’ll tell Poison and Ghoul when we get back,” Kobra said with a nod.
Jet sighed an exhale of smoke and eventually shrugged. “Do we have to?”
“Yes,” hissed Kobra, his grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles turned white, “it’s too dangerous for us to be together and not tell them. Besides, I don’t want it to be like before.”
Jet nodded his head in solemn agreement. “Okay,” he said finally, “we’ll tell them as soon as we get back.”
The rest of their ride was silent. Kobra didn’t dare turn on the radio for fear that he and Jet Star might be the subject of D’s traffic report. They pulled up in front of the diner before too long. Kobra killed the engine and took a deep breath before getting out of the car.
Jet star mimicked the gesture and started to walk toward the diner’s front doors. He could see Poison, Ghoul, and Grace peering out one of the dust covered windows and then racing to meet them at the door; but when he turned, he saw Kobra was still frozen in place.
“Hey,” Jet said as he extended a hand back toward Kobra, “don’t be scared. We’re the Fabulous Killjoys, telling Poison about this should be the least of your worries.”
Kobra nodded and let out a shaky sigh. He saw Jet’s hand and grabbed it, their fingers interlacing as they started again towards the front door. “You really think it’s going to be all right?”
“Trust me,” Jet Star said, “we’ll be all right.”
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OH MY GOD! I'm sorry it took so long to put this up but this chapter was a fucking MONSTER!!! Well I hope that everyone enjoys reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! It was such a fun little treat! <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
Part Two
It’d been seven years since the first pig bombs had dropped and five since the starting of The Great Fires. Around the time gas became unavailable they’d heard something through the dead air on the radio - a message from NewsAGoGo that there was a safe place in what used to be California, a place called Battery City, and that everyone was welcome.
As they traveled west on foot the four of them had done more lying, stealing, and killing than they could have ever imagined in their darkest dreams in the old days. The only thing that kept them going was the belief that if they could just make it to California, they’d be safe.
Ray and Mikey distanced themselves from one another - neither of them needed to do something stupid like let their guard down for romance. The further the two drifted from each other, the colder and more reclusive Mikey became. Eventually he reached a point where a smile never crossed his face and he never spoke unless necessary. It worried everyone to some degree but they were all hardening up and coping with the wasteland that used to be America differently.
When they had finally made it to Battery City the Scarecrow Units tried to split them up, it was only after hours of pleading and Gerard sobbing uncontrollably at the thought of being separated from his brother that the Scarecrows reconsidered and assigned all four of them into the same living unit. Each were required to undergo psychoanalysis and physicals before being granted citizenship.
They caught Gerard’s depression and prescribed him a dozen different medications made by Better Living Industries, the same drug company that funded Battery City. For a while they were working, Gerard was peaceful and always happy - until he started to develop night terrors. Doctors took him in to perform sleep studies, then revoked his citizenship when he assaulted a doctor in his sleep who stood too close.
Therapists noticed Frank’s violent tendencies and tried to enroll him as a draculoid in the Scarecrow Unit. After completing his training, Frank used his new skills to kill two fellow officers after they explained that the trigger of a gun was used in standard peace-keeping procedure. Korse, the head of all Scarecrow Units, chased him out Battery City and placed a hefty bounty on his head.
The doctors thought Mikey had schizophrenia and bipolar disorder; the recommended treatment was five prescriptions and, when he tried to slit his wrists instead of adjusting normally, electroshock therapy. The bastards thought they had him sedated heavily enough to let their guard down after the end of his second round. Mikey killed one doctor and placed another in a coma with his bare hands. He fled the facility before a Scarecrow Unit could even be called and was never seen in Battery City again.
Ray was the only one who both therapists and doctors believed was healthy and mentally sound. Still the doctors prescribed him vitamins to help with his malnutrition; but after seeing how the drugs affected his friends, Ray started to flush them down the toilet. After two weeks he tested negative on a mandatory drug test and was brought in for further analysis. His second therapist realized that Ray was gay and revoked his citizenship on the grounds that if he wasn’t willing to procreate with the other healthy citizens then he wasn’t welcome within the walls. As he was escorted out of Battery City, the draculoids accompanying him broke two of his ribs and blinded his left eye with a flasher gun set to stun.
Anything that wasn’t a part of the solution was assistance to the problem.
After some weeks of searching the four were able to find each other again amongst the pitiful towns, full of Battery City rejects, that surrounded the tall walls. Each of the four had their own personal vendettas against Better Living Industries and together managed to wreak havoc on the corporation and city by high jacking trucks delivering pill shipments, sneaking into the city to graffiti colorful images onto the tunnel walls, and killing any draculoid who dared mess with the refugees and waveheads out in the zones.
It was a matter of time before their rash actions and famous heroism got them noticed by Dr. Death-Defy, a former drac who was crippled while trying to form a rebellion against Korse during the construction of Battery City, Now he was an infamous radio pirate who ran through the zones with his assistant, Show Pony, warning incoming survivors of Battery City’s true nature. When he had finally tracked down the four men, they had already gained a near mythical level of infamy and were being called the Killjoys (or as Gerard would joke, the Fabulous Killjoys).
D offered them shelter, new clothes, resources for disguises (which Gerard and Mikey accepted - both of them dyed and cut their hair to avoid looking like their bounty pictures posted throughout the zones while Frank chose to grow his hair out from the mandatory buzz cut implemented by the Scarecrows), weapons, and transportation. All they had to agree to in return was to keep D updated and continue the good fight against BL/Ind.
And that’s the way things had been going for the past several years. Gerard, Frank, Mikey and Ray lived in the outer zones, casually dodging and dealing death each day as if it were nothing. BL/Ind. called them a gang of waveheads or murderous bandits but to everyone else they were Fun Ghoul, Kobra Kid, and Jet Star: the Fabulous Killjoys; led by their fearless leader, Party Poison.
Poison sat at one of the booths in the diner just outside of Zone 5, where he and the rest of the Fabulous Killjoys lived, fiddling with an old ham radio. Kobra sat across from his brother, a frown etched across his long face as he tried to bend the radio’s antenna just right to pick up signal. They had been raided by a Scarecrow Unit the previous week and lost their satellite radio in the battle. Until Show Pony showed up with a replacement they’d have to make due with the junk they could find on the outskirts of civilization.
“Piece of shit!” Kobra yelled as he smashed the antenna flat against the linoleum table top in a fit of frustration.
Fun Ghoul, Jet Star, and Amazing Grace (a young orphan girl D and Show Pony had asked them to look after until they found a safe home for her) looked up from where they sat on the floor several paces away. The three had been in the middle of a card game of Bullshit but now the deck was scattered as Jet had thrown his hand up to try to reach and block Grace’s ears.
“Jesus, Kobra, chill,” Poison said while rolling his eyes. He ran a hand through his long red Mohawk, frowning as his fingers got caught in knots.
Kobra took a few deep breaths, nostrils flaring as he did. “I’m sorry,” the younger brother finally said, “but you know this is bullshit - it could be weeks before Show Pony makes his way out here, especially with how much time he spends in throttle-bars, why can’t we just go further in and steal a new one?”
Poison was only half listening, he was much more worried about trying to prop the now busted antenna back up. “I don’t know,” he murmured, “I don’t think any of us should go anywhere until we get a weather report. You don’t want to get stuck in acid rain like last time, do you?”
Kobra flushed with embarrassment, his eyebrows came together stubbornly. “I was fine!”
“But your bike got trashed and Ghoul got shot trying to get you burn drips.”
Ghoul waved his arm in the air from where he sat, cross-legged, on the floor. There was a long and ugly scar that fucked up half his tattoo sleeve from where he’d been shot with a flasher by an angry gang of waveheads.
With a sigh of defeat, Kobra stopped trying to argue. He knew better than to get into it with Poison - so it was a surprise when Jet spoke up. “I don’t know… D is counting on us to still get his signals and he never knows how long it’ll take Pony… Maybe it would be a good idea to get another radio. We don’t need XM right now, just anything better than that,” He motioned to the beat up Radio in front of Poison.
Poison tugged as the back of his mohawk anxiously. “Fine,” he said shortly. “You and Kobra go and get us a new radio. Just get back before nightfall.” Kobra and Jet both stood up and started for the door. “Seriously,” Poison called before they walked outside, “I don’t give a shit if you two find a radio or not - we have no way of contacting or searching you, if you don’t come back before it gets dark…”
“Got it,” Kobra said shortly and without a backwards glance he walked outside, Jet Star following close behind.
The two men said little to each other on the car ride. Jet Star drove, having a little difficulty due to his eye patch and the gusting winds blowing up from the south, and Kobra Kid had the stereo cranked all the way up. They’d missed the weather report, D had just wrapped up traffic before putting on The Mad Gear & Missile Kid - the shiniest band in the zones.
Neither of them had been alone together since that night before the bombs fell and Jet Star had no idea how to handle himself with Kobra. Usually he was pretty light-hearted and was able to joke around with Ghoul or Poison. Kobra kept to himself for the most part but he did have a soft spot for Amazing Grace, Jet had even seen him smile in the company of the little girl a few times.
They’d stopped off in Zone 4 and tried to get a radio the honest way, with words and shitty bartering, but no one was willing to part with something so valuable. So Jet played nice while Kobra just glared through his dark sunglasses.
They left and stole a ham radio on their way back through Zone 5. It was almost identical to their old one, except it had an internal antenna. As soon as Kobra had realized that, he’d broken into a childlike grin that both melted Jet’s heart and made him feel extremely uncomfortable.
“I don’t know why Poison was so damn worried,” Kobra said as he turned down the music on the way home, “we’re fuckin’ shiny.”
Jet Star laughed a little and felt some of the tension that’d been building over the day slip away. It felt nice to hear Kobra speak without any malice. He opened his mouth to say something but stopped short when he looked in the rear-view mirror.
“Oh shit.”
Coming up fast from the south was a solid wall of red dust and sand whirling in the strong winds. Jet had known that the gusts were bad a few hours ago, but he hadn’t thought they could progress into something dangerous so quickly.
Kobra looked over his shoulder. His mouth dropped open slightly. When he turned around, he tried very hard to keep a steady voice. “Think we can ride through or beat it home?”
“No,” Jet replied, “it’s coming up way too fast and, fuck, look at it! That shit’s like the Eye of Jupiter!” He slammed his hands on the steering wheel and began to accelerate. “Shit, what do we do?”
Kobra was looking out his passenger window, trying very hard to avoid actually looking at the massive winds and debris that were quickly coming up behind them. Unfortunately Zone 5 was scarcely populated due to its distance from Battery City, but there were some old buildings and bunkers to the west that could be strong enough to survive the winds. The only question was if they could reach them before getting swallowed up in the red storm. They would surely suffocate if they didn’t get somewhere stable pronto.
“Hook left,” Kobra said finally. Jet took a moment to turn his head and stare at his friend in disbelief. “Just trust me.”
With a shaky sigh, Jet made a hard cut and floored it. Luckily with his limited peripheral vision it was impossible for Jet Star to watch the clouds advance. Kobra unbuckled himself and reached into the back seat where he grabbed both of their oxygen helmets. Usually the helmets were reserved for high radiation areas only but Kobra figured thick, suffocating dust could prove to be an exception.
Kobra went ahead and put on his helmet, visor still up and oxygen system off for the time being. He looked out his friends window and saw the storm was literally less than a hundred yards away and closing in quickly. Up ahead the sandy desert was about to give way to broken roads that led to a torn up and abandoned neighborhood. No waveheads or rejects could have been living here - the houses were far too damaged and there were no signs of repair.
“I’m stopping now,” Jet started to say.
“No!” Kobra interrupted. “Not yet.” He kept scanning the houses for the tell tale sign of a basement or bunker. So close to old L.A such things weren’t very common but after the first bombs some people were determined to stay in their homes. A lot of underground refuges had been added on to houses in the early days.
Jet turned his head and saw the dust cloud, easily twenty or thirty yards away. “Kobra…” He warned.
Kobra stayed quiet, eyes diligently scanning, until he spotted the tell-tale concrete hatch off to the side of a pile of rubble that probably used to be a small starter home. “Okay stop!”
The brakes squealed in protest. Jet spun the wheel hard to try and stop faster and ended up spinning out in a donut, skidding several feet forward before the car lurched to a stop. Kobra’s head hit the dash and he was so fucking thankful for his stupid oxygen helmet.
“Here!” He tossed Jet the blue helmet then flipped down his visor. The word ‘GOODLUCK’ written across it was extremely relevant to the situation since the cloud storm was now upon them.
Jet crammed the helmet onto his head and hurtled himself out of the car, Kobra leaped from his seat at the same time and began to sprint for the bunker door. His friend was not far behind.
Everything looked hazy and was tinted orange with dust. Jet could feel it whipping against all of his exposed skin, like sandpaper rubbing over his neck, wrists, and fingers. He ended up having to help Kobra pry open the heavy door and waited for his friend to jump in first, no time for the ladder, before doing the same. He clung to a steel rung on the side of the wall and raised an arm to grab the hatch and pull it down. As he did so a gust of dust struck his exposed wrist with enough force for the tiny grains to slice his skin open.
Jet Star fell to the ground, Kobra rolling out of the way just in time, with a large pile of dust and sand falling lifelessly on top of him now that there was no wind to control it.
It was pitch black inside the bunker and the two just panted, catching their breath, in the total darkness for a moment before Jet heard Kobra fumbling with something and then heard the tell-tale hiss of a road flare being struck to life. The small room became illuminated by the red glow. Jet saw a pile of blankets in one corner along with several folded sleeping cots. One wall was shelved and filled with dry-food, canned goods, and gallons of water. He could just make out a tiny cellar window in the far corner of the bunker although no light emitted through it thanks to the thick clouds raging on the surface.
“How long does that flare last?” Jet asked now that he’d caught his breath.
“I think it’s a three hour.”
“Good.” Jet stood on wobbly feet, removed his helmet, and began to try and pat away all the dust. Eventually he gave up and shrugged off his jacket, not forgetting to grab his cigarettes and matchbook first. “We can look for a generator while it’s going off - these people look like they knew what they were doing and I’m not going to suffocate on flare smoke after getting out of a dust storm."
Kobra nodded in agreement and the two began to search through the looming shadows across the cement walls for a switch or breaker of some sort. “Poor bastards,” Kobra said, “here they made a decent bunker and probably got ghosted before they ever had a chance to use it.”
Jet didn’t know what to say in response so he remained silent. After a few more minutes of searching he found another ham radio, just like the one they’d stolen, and a heavy switch bolted to the wall behind it with two fuse boxes next to it. “I think I found it,” he called, “unless you see something.”
“Nope,” Kobra replied, “but they have some sweet puzzles and, oh shit,” he was giggling in a way Jet hadn’t heard in years, “they’ve got Candyland!”
Biting back a laugh, Jet asked Kobra to bring over the flare and flipped the switch on. Nothing happened. He tried to open both fuse boxes and cursed to see them locked. Kobra had Jet step back and take hold of the flare as he pulled out a bowie knife from his boot and pried the rusting boxes open. The first fuse box appeared to be for the whole house and unfortunately it looked like most of the fuses were worse for wear. The second only had one fuse, presumably to a generator.
“Swimming pool…” Kobra muttered looking at the labels, “I bet they can do without that for right now, yeah?” He popped out the fuse and replaced the busted one in the generator box.
Jet tried flipping the switch again and winced at the loud hum and fluorescent lights that flickered on overhead. He dropped the flare and stubbed it out with his boot then lit up a cigarette. “So what now?” He asked, exhaling a plume of smoke as he spoke.
Kobra leaned forward to slide out a cigarette for himself then held out his hand expectantly for the matchbook. The sudden closeness startled Jet Star and it took him a second before he remembered to actually hand over the matches. He became aware of how alone they were. The past few years even if they were in a room alone, Ghoul and Poison weren’t more than a few paces away. Now they were in an undisclosed bunker with a massive storm howling overhead. Even if the other Killjoys did want to come looking for them they couldn’t. Not without a set of wheels and not in this weather.
“Well,” Kobra said, drawing Jet from his thoughts, “we can do a puzzle.” He snickered at the idea then looked over his shoulder at the collection of pass times stacked on the far shelves. He leaned against the table where the ham radio sat. “Fuck,” Kobra laughed under his breath, “Gerard is going to kill me.”
Jet Star blinked a few times in confusion. It’d been so long since he’d heard Poison referred to by his real name that he almost didn’t recognize it. “Maybe they got the static kicking back home. We could try to call him.” The idea was really more of an excuse for Jet to be staring at Kobra’s sharp hip against the table.
Kobra laughed again and shook his head. “Nah, these old things aren’t strong enough to deal with a storm like this... What did you call it?” He snapped his finger while thinking, oblivious to Jet’s stare. “The Eye of Jupiter? Yeah, that's it... We might as well be buried under all that sand for all the interference it’s going to cause. We’re trapped here for the night.”
Hearing that made Jet swallow hard. For the whole night? Just the two of them? He tried to collect his thoughts and shoo away the feelings rising up in him. He and Kobra had never spoken about it but both of them knew that whatever relationship they’d started seven years ago couldn’t continue with all the risks they were taking. Korse knew the Killjoys would die for one another but he also knew that if one were captured or killed it was just a sacrifice that came with the job. If anyone at BL/Ind thought they could exploit a relationship for information or surrender then it would be curtains for the Fabulous Killjoys. The fact that Kobra and Poison were brothers was bad enough, that’s why both of them had dyed their hair and Poison always wore a mask or a bandana when going out into the zones - so that the Scarecrow Units might actually think that the brothers had never reunited in the desert. So far it had worked. Kobra was recognized as Michael James Way, but Poison remained elusive.
“You hear me?”
Jet was shaken out of his thoughts by Kobra’s call. The younger man was now at the other side of the room, looking through the puzzles. “What?”
“Where’s you’re head at?” Kobra tapped his own hairline. “I asked which puzzle you want to do.”
Jet shrugged and flicked the gathering ash off his cigarette before coming to sit down next to his friend. “Whichever, I don’t care.”
The two started to work on a puzzle of the Brooklyn Bridge in near silence. Kobra at one point sat up to shrug off his jacket; Jet thought he was going to lose it when he saw a pale strip of exposed skin between Kobra’s shirt hem and pants. He really did almost lose it when his friend then laid down on his stomach with his head propped up on by one elbow as he used his other hand to sift through the pieces. That perfect ass…
Despite the fact that all Jet really wanted to do was stare at the anatomy of his, as always, off-limits friend he managed to focus and help Kobra start the edges of the puzzle.
“This is nice,” Kobra said quietly after a while.
“The puzzle?”
“No,” Kobra replied, “well, yeah - it’s soothing - but I mean you and me hanging out… Just being able to hang out alone - one on one. It makes me feel more like… me.”
Jet smiled. “It’s nice to see Mikey’s back.” He placed a couple of puzzle pieces together, biting his lip as he did so. He felt almost shy around Mikey at this point. Closeness like this was so unfamiliar that he wasn’t even sure he’d ever felt it before. “It feels good for us to just be... us for a minute.”
“What do you mean?” Mikey asked, sounding slightly confused. “You’ve always been Ray - I think you just made up a name to fit in.” He smirked as he started to sort piles of puzzle pieces by color. “You always stay calm and hold us together… I’m afraid you, Ray Toro, are the glue no matter what name you go by.”
Ray laughed and reached across their puzzle-in-progress to slap Mikey’s shoulder. “Well thanks, but I think you guys still would’ve managed without me. Especially you, Mikey. Jesus, you’re fierce.”
Mikey shook his head, some of the blond streaks he normally slicked back had fallen into his face and the smile that covered his soft lips faltered slightly. “No,” he said honestly, “I was going to head back east as soon as I’d healed up a little more.” He saw that Ray’s face was now falling as well. “But,” Mikey continued hastily, “I was staying somewhere that had a radio. I heard D’s traffic reports what you were with Frank so when I was ready to be on my own two feet again I started running back toward Battery City until I found you.”
Ray felt his breath catch. “Why east? And why stay for me?”
“I think you just want me to flatter you,” Mikey laughed again.
“More like humor me.”
“Well,” Mikey sighed and shrugged, “I don’t know! Gerard and Frank have changed so much - I’ve changed so much - but you’re, like, the only fucking constant thing through all of this.” For a second Mikey looked just as scared and innocent as he had when the bombs fell instead of like an apathetic murderer. “I just wanted to feel something familiar,” he finished softly.
Ray leaned across the puzzle again, this time to take hold of Mikey’s hand with a firm grasp. Their eyes locked and Ray’s heart was beating so fast he thought he was going at double-pistons. Mikey tried to lower his gaze slowly. “Mikey,” Ray said quietly and abruptly.
The younger man’s eyes darted back up and were once again captured by Ray’s gaze. “Yeah?” Mikey asked softly.
“I don’t want to do this stupid puzzle anymore.” Ray’s voice was steady and low and reminiscent of that bedroom voice that Mikey had been so turned on by so many years ago.
If Ray was nervous then it was nothing compared to how Mikey felt. His mouth was dry and the usual tremor in his hand was even worse than normal. He squeezed his fingers into fists then pushed up from the ground and sat up. “Good,” he said quickly, maybe even a bit nervously, “cause I really wanted to play Candyland.”
Ray was too baffled to respond. He could only stare with wide, disbelieving eyes as Mikey stood up and grabbed the Candyland board game off the shelf and moved to his side to sit and start setting up the pieces.
“Really?” Ray finally managed to choke out. “You really want to play Candyland?” How the hell could Mikey want to play Candyland after dropping a bombshell like that - after the sexual tension between them had grown so thick it could be cut with a butter knife?
Mikey rolled his eyes and continued to set up the game. He let out an exasperated huff. “I just want to do something normal and stupid and carefree,” he said as he folded his legs under his body. He leaned slightly against Ray so their shoulders were touching.
The feeling of Mikey leaning on him, even if it was only ever so slightly, was electric. Ray nearly jumped out of his skin at the initial contact, causing Mikey to turn his head in surprise. Ray wanted nothing more than to kiss him but hesitated for just a second too long and Mikey turned back to the board - the moment was over.
They played a game, which Mikey won, then started another. As Mikey was spinning for his turn he asked, “So how did you get kicked out of Battery City, exactly? I know you were the last out but I didn’t hear what happened.”
Ray shrugged. Honestly, he was a little bit embarrassed that he was ejected because of his sexuality whereas the rest of the Killjoys had been removed due to violence. “It’s not much of a story,” he said lamely.
“But I want to know.” Mikey was no longer even paying attention to the board and Ray was loving the attention far too much to pass it up just because he had a stupid story.
“Well,” he started, “I wouldn’t take the drugs they were giving me… Not after I saw how fucked up they made you and Gerard so they requested I submit to a reevaluation after I came up clean on a drug test. The therapist figured out that I was gay and I didn’t deny it so they had me leave and then beat the fuck out of me for good measure on the way out.”
Mikey blinked in disbelief. “Why wouldn’t you just tell them that you would still help repopulate? They don’t actually care if you’re gay or straight as long as you’re willing…”
“Honestly,” Ray said, “I didn’t even think of that. I wasn’t going to hide who I was and I told them honestly that I had zero attraction towards women.”
“That’s brave.” The comment caught Ray off guard. He didn’t think he was brave so much as just fucking stupid. “No really,” Mikey continued, “you could’ve lied and there’s no way they could prove it but you decided to stand up for what you believe in and it came so naturally to you that you didn’t even notice you were doing it.”
Mikey was close and looking at Ray intently again. This time he didn’t miss his opportunity. Ray locked lips with his friend, one hand going up to cup Mikey’s jaw in case he tried to pull away. It felt so good to be doing this again - like it was wholly new and exciting in a way that it never could have been in the old world.
At first Mikey resisted, then became hesitant, and finally melted into it - returning the kiss with all the passion he could muster. Both of them were already hard since it’d been so long since any of the Killjoys had been touched by anyone but their own hands. Ray bit Mikey’s lower lip before pulling away slowly. Mikey let out a low moan in response and tried to lean further forward to follow Ray’s lips.
“This okay?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay.”
And then Ray was kissing him again, one arm propping himself up, the other running up one of Mikey’s arms. For so long this had been something that Ray wanted so badly that he would even allow himself to fantasize about it and he was pleasantly stunned at the difference in Mikey’s body now and what he remembered.
What used to just be skin and bone was now developed muscle. Ray squeezed Mikey’s strong forearm and felt the veins and scars and flesh and strength. He couldn’t stand it and pulled the younger man closer until Mikey’s entire upper body was sprawled over Ray’s lap.
They parted again and just stared at each other silently, catching their breath through open kiss-swollen lips. Ray ran a hand through Mikey’s short, bleached hair and tried to grab a handful in the back to pull but found it was short enough to slip through his fingers. He ran his hand up to the top of Mikey’s head and grabbed there, yanking the man’s head back and exposing his long and slender neck. Ray dove in with reckless abandon, biting and sucking and kissing every inch of skin he could get his mouth on. Mikey, all the while, let out desperate gasps and cries that caught in his throat before they could really come out. Ray couldn’t deny being a little disappointed by this new quietness that Mikey had adopted.
As their lips reconnected for another kiss, Mikey squirmed around to sit straddling Ray’s lap. The change in position gave a good amount of friction and Ray couldn’t stop a sigh and hiss of pleasure from escaping his lips.
“Yeah?” Mikey asked. He looked confident and so sure of himself, an even bigger change from what Ray remembered.
Ray could only nod his head and watch a smirk cross Mikey’s face through half-lidded eyes. Mikey rolled his hips and he was rewarded with a loud moan. His hands started to travel to the hem of Ray’s shirt then slipped underneath to feel his back. As his hands glided up, Ray’s shirt came with them. The two broke far enough apart for Mikey to tug it off and didn’t come back to their embrace until Ray returned the favor.
There was a big change in Mikey under his shirt as well, not that this was the first time Ray had gotten to see this much of his friend in the past few years, but this was the first time he allowed himself to look. Mikey was still slender with a flat chest and stomach but he’d filled out, he looked sturdier; and where before his torso had been nothing but undefined milky skin, Mikey now had muscle definition and scars from previous battles all over his torso. Even though all Ray wanted to do was go back to touching every inch of skin until he had it memorized, he forced himself to lean back and really take it in.
The confidence that Mikey had shown earlier started to ebb away. One of his arms self-consciously crossed his torso, covering up a particularly nasty looking scar in the process. “What is it?” He asked. Mikey didn’t sound nervous, more like defensive.
Ray kept staring, drinking in the sight. “Nothing,” he breathed. “It’s just… you’re so fucking beautiful.”
Mikey didn’t need any more assurance after that, he closed the distance between their bare chests and captured Ray’s lips with his own. Their tongues twisted together sloppily, both of them were out of practice when it came to kissing.
Their hips started to rock against one another again and Ray had to take a moment to untangle himself. There was no way he was going to waste this opportunity cumming in his pants. Mikey looked hurt at first but then saw Ray’s shaky hands unbuckling his belt and sliding his black jeans down his thick thighs.
Now it was Mikey’s turn to stare, mesmerized, by Ray in all his naked glory. He started trying to get his own pants but his hands were shaking with anticipation. Ray leaned forward to undo Mikey’s belt and slide the skin tight denim down until Mikey could kick it away along with his boots. The whole time Mikey was extremely aware of how Ray’s hard-on kept brushing against his thigh.
Once they were both naked they stared at each other for a moment of uncertainty. Neither of them had any doubt about what was going to happen but for Ray it’d been so long that he was unsure of how to proceed and Mikey had never done this before and, while he didn’t want to return to being the same weak person Ray knew in the old world, he didn’t know if he was comfortable taking the lead.
“You want to?” Ray asked, his voice reflected just how excited he was - as if Mikey couldn’t tell just by looking.
“Yeah I really, really do,” the blond replied.
Ray took a deep breath and closed the distance between them once again to capture Mikey’s lips with his own. One of his hands came up to wrap around Mikey’s back while the other trailed slowly down his front, tracing over scars and muscle, until he took hold of his hard cock. Mikey stiffened then breathed a sigh at the feeling of contact. Ray gave a slow, experimental stroke that made Mikey break away to get out a shuddering moan of appreciation. His hips rolled forward into Ray’s hand and then all caution was gone.
The two men were kissing, biting, grabbing, and groping each other as if they would never have the opportunity to do it again. Ray fell backwards so he was laying on the cement floor and Mikey came tumbling on top of him, landing hard on his knees, desperate to keep their lip-lock in tact.
The hand that had been scratching up Mikey’s back moved down to his ass. Ray squeezed one of the cheeks and felt the blond flex. It seemed as if Mikey was toned all over. He waited until Mikey relaxed and shifted his legs further apart before pressing a finger against his entrance. Mikey sucked in a mouthful of air, determined to stay loose and relaxed.
Ray was taking his time though and didn’t immediately try to push in, he just continued to enjoy kissing and slowly stroking the blond while his finger continued to just dance and ghost over Mikey’s asshole. The reaction was perfect, Mikey was making such desperate little sounds and gyrating his hips both from Ray’s teasingly slow strokes in front and taunting touches from behind. The whole time Mikey had his fingers threaded in Ray’s long hair and Ray had yet to be touched, he was so hard he was leaking and it was starting to hurt but he was having too much fun to bring it up. It took all Ray had not to smile too boldly and ruin their long kiss.
Eventually Mikey pulled away and took a long minute to catch his breath. His eyes were narrowed in anger. The look was enough to make Ray stop everything and just gape, wondering what he’d done wrong.
“If you’re not going to get going,” Mikey started, “then I’m not going to bottom for you.”
The implication and authority of Mikey’s words sent a shiver down Ray’s spine. “Fine,” he said and pulled his hand away from Mikey’s ass and up to his mouth.
He sucked on his finger for a long moment, getting it slicked up with his saliva. He could tell that the action was turning Mikey on even more so he took his time with it before slowly pulling the finger from his mouth, cheeks hollowing in the process, and bringing it back around to Mikey’s ass. He slid his finger in quickly to the first knuckle, smirking when Mikey hissed in response. The younger man clenched in response to the intrusion, the tightness made Ray’s cock twitch in excitement. After so man years of wanting and waiting and forbidding himself from doing anything and he was finally about to have Mikey in the way he’d wanted him for nearly a decade. Unconsciously he started to move his hand faster over Mikey’s shaft while slowly trying to push his finger in deeper.
Mikey’s jaw was clenched tight as he tried to relax the rest of his body. It helped to feel Ray stroking him off but at the same time he was far too tense and uncomfortable to roll his hips or enjoy it fully. He could feel the burn of Ray pushing his finger in further and tried taking a few deep breaths to calm himself down but simply couldn’t manage it - he was too aware of what they were about to do and it made him nervous.
Ray noticed that Mikey was not relaxing around him and pulled his finger out entirely before kissing his friend’s lips chastely. “Stand up,” Ray commanded as he started to sit up on his knees.
Mikey gawked a bit in surprise but eventually complied and got on his feet. He didn’t understand, did Ray not want him anymore? The insecurity was making Mikey even more flaccid, so it came as a complete surprise when he felt Ray’s thick lips wrap around his cock.
“Ohhhhh,” Mikey groaned as he nearly lost his footing. One of Ray’s hands shot up to his hip to support him while his head started to bob back and forth. His eyes rolled to the back of his head before closing. He could feel the tension in his shoulders disappear as his shoulders slouched forward and one of his hands moved to rest lazily on Ray’s shoulder. “Fuck!” He cried as Ray deep throated him. “Oh, God, you’re so good.”
The hand Ray had on Mikey’s hip snuck around to his backside and Ray fingered him again while he was distracted. This time Mikey seemed to not notice at all, there was no clenching even though he pushed in all the way. As he picked up the pace with his mouth, now focusing mainly on tonguing the head, Ray inserted another finger. Mikey clenched up a little but made no complaint and relaxed around the two fingers quickly. Once Ray was sure that Mikey was comfortable he started to thrust his fingers in time with his sucking.
He grew more bold and added a twisting motion into the mix that caused Mikey to buck his hips wildly and throw his head back and cry out in pleasure. He did it again and felt the blond man’s legs start to buckle at the knees.
“Oh my God,” Mikey babbled, “do that again. Oh, fuck, Ray - you’re so fucking perfect. Shit, fuck me.”
Even though the invitation was tempting, Ray continued to suck Mikey off and thrust his two fingers, trying not to gag when Mikey started bucking his hips. It was only when he felt that tensing in Mikey’s strong legs that he pulled himself away.
“What?” Mikey was out of breath and confused as he started to come down from the dizzying heights of near climax. “Why - why did you stop?”
Ray kept working his fingers and Mikey was silenced by that twisting motion again. More precum leaked from the head of his cock, when Ray saw the reaction he gave a satisfied smile and withdrew his fingers slowly. “We’re not done,” he said quietly as he rose to his feet. His knees hurt from balancing his weight on the concrete but he ignored the soreness and took a step closer to Mikey and kissed him passionately again, making sure that the blond man could taste himself in Ray’s mouth. He felt Mikey shudder and pulled him closer until the two were pressed solidly together - chest to chest. “Against the wall,” he panted in Mikey’s ear after tearing himself from the kiss.
It only took Mikey a second for his mind to uncloud and process what Ray had said before he untangled his arms from around his lover and move to brace himself against the cinderblock wall, legs spread in waiting.
Ray took a step back to soak in the sight before him: Mikey’s strong back covered in faded battle scars and fresh scratches from his desperate grasping earlier, long legs flexed and bent ever so slightly at the knee to help keep his balance, strong arms out with fingers gripping hopelessly at the wall and biceps flexed in anticipation. His eyes dropped to Mikey’s round, toned ass. Ray bit his lip and started to walk silently toward him, propelled by the idea of being in there - of being the very first in there.
One hand had moved to his cock and Ray started to stroke himself casually, closing his eyes for a moment and enjoying being touched for the first time since they’d stripped. He licked his chapped lips. “Ready?”
Mikey nodded his head before verbally responding, “yeah.”
Ray tried smearing his precum over the head of his cock before bringing his hand up to his mouth and spitting into it. In a perfect world he would’ve had lube and they would’ve had a bed and the Eye of Jupiter wouldn’t be swirling overhead. But it wasn’t a perfect world, it was a pretty fucked-up world, so he rubbed his spit over his cock and hoped it didn’t hurt Mikey too bad.
As he lined up, Ray kept one hand on his cock and placed the other on Mikey’s hip to help steady both of them. He pushed in and heard Mikey gasp as his head passed the ring of Mikey’s asshole. Instantly Ray was weak at the knees, it was so tight and perfect and Mikey kept clenching and releasing on the head of his cock. It took all of his willpower not to thrust in as fast as he could.
“All right?” Ray was perfectly still, the hand on Mikey’s hip gripping tight enough to bruise.
“Keep going,” Mikey said through gritted teeth.
Ray took a few deep breaths and started to push in. He took it slow and took his hand off his cock to massage Mikey’s shoulder. “Oh my God,” he was muttering, “you’re so fucking tight.”
By the time he was half way in, Ray was panting for breath, trying so fucking hard to not just go crazy. One of Mikey’s hands slipped a bit on the wall and he was trembling, whimpering from the pain of the stretch while trying his best not to tense up completely, all he could be thankful for was that Ray had pretty thoroughly prepared him.
Finally Ray was all the way in, his hands that clutched at Mikey shook with desire to start moving but he had to make sure - make sure that Mikey was really ready and okay and loving this as much as Ray was.
Before he could say anything though, Mikey piped up. “Ray?”
“Yeah?”
“I need you to start moving.”
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?”
He could almost hear Mikey roll his eyes. “Fucking move already!”
He didn’t need to be told again. Ray pulled out, just a little bit, and pushed back in. A groan escaped from Mikey and he took that as a good sign. He kept up with his small, gentle thrusts, knowing that they weren’t enough for him but Mikey’s comfort was top priority at the moment. He waited until Mikey started to roll his hips in time with the thrusts before picking up the pace and going deeper.
Finally Ray was able to move at a decent enough pace. His hand on Mikey’s hip loosened slightly and move around to wrap around his cock. Mikey had gone flaccid in the time it took for Ray to get going but was back to being completely hard after only a few strokes. The whimpers that Mikey had been making got louder and turned into moans as he rocked his hips forward into Ray’s hand and back onto his dick. Ray’s other hand slid around to Mikey’s front, fingers scratching across his strong chest and settling into place digging at his collar bone.
“Fuck,” Ray panted as he pressed his forehead against Mikey’s shoulder blade and thrusted particularly deep. His chest was slick with sweat and slid easily against Mikey’s back as he started to put his whole body into his motions. Mikey just felt so tight and warm and perfect. “You’re amazing,” he groaned before nipping at the back of the blond’s neck.
Mikey started writhing more, getting really into it, his head was thrown back and Ray could see his brow was drenched in sweat, his hair was matted down into his face, eyes closed in a look of pain and ecstasy, and his small plump lips were open and gasping for air between grunts and moans of satisfaction.
Ray hit Mikey’s prostate, the sudden sensation causing Mikey to loose his holding on the wall so he fell forward until his bare chest was resting against the cinderblocks. His whole body had tensed up and he was seeing white flashes behind his closed eyes. “There!” He yelled between gasps for air. “Oh, sweet fucking Jesus, do that again!”
With renewed vigor, Ray started trying to hit that spot again but missed more than he hit it. Still, the cries of joys and slew of profanities that came out of Mikey’s mouth whenever he did manage to find the sweet spot were well worth it.
“Fuck me harder - oh fuck - God, just get in deeper!”
Ray pulled out quickly, startling Mikey, and spun his lover around to kiss him fiercely. Their teeth clashed together and their tongues wrestled for dominance, all the while Ray was pushing Mikey up against the wall. His hands, which had moved to grasp at Mikey’s hair, now moved down to grab the other man’s thighs once his back was pressed solidly up against the concrete.
“Up,” Ray commanded. His voice was deep, raw, and powerful enough to make Mikey comply without any second thoughts or hesitation. Mikey let Ray pull his legs up high enough to wrap around his waist, his back digging into the wall for additional support, while Ray lined himself up again and let Mikey fall slowly on his cock.
Their lips reconnected as Mikey readjusted to being filled again, luckily it was much easier this time because Ray didn’t have the patience to be gentle. He started thrusting up, pushing Mikey’s back up the wall in the process, and letting his lover fall back down on him over and over again. His kisses strayed from Mikey’s lips to his neck where they became bites. He licked, bit, and sucked just bellow Mikey’s adams apple, creating a large dark hickey there, all the while enjoying the sounds coming from his lover’s mouth and the vibrations they made in his throat against his lips.
With the change in position, Ray was able to get much deeper and was hitting Mikey’s prostate just about every other thrust. As a result, Mikey was a mess; he couldn’t keep his voice down, couldn’t stop swearing, couldn’t stop trembling as his hands scratched and gasped at Ray’s back, neck, and hair - anything he could get a hold of.
Ray shifted slightly so he could use one hand to start jacking Mikey off again. As soon as his hand wrapped around Mikey’s shaft the blond lost it. “Oh my fuck - shit - Ray - Ray I’m - Oh fuck!”
And then Mikey was cumming everywhere, shooting hard enough for it land on both of their chests. Ray rode out Mikey’s orgasm, still hitting his prostate and still stroking his cock, as his own orgasm started to hit. The way Mikey was clenching was just insane and he was unable to last any longer. With a low, animalistic groan Ray came inside Mikey, his hand still working over the now spent man’s shaft until he was done too and realized that Mikey was shaking with pleasure and nearly sobbing from being so over stimulated.
He rolled his hips up a few more times before slowly crumbling to the floor in exhaustion. Mikey fell with him, his back sliding down the wall and rubbed red from the friction. Once they were both on the floor, Mikey carefully lifted himself off of Ray’s now flaccid dick then fell against his chest, still shaking and trying to catch his breath.
“Oh my God,” Mikey finally said once he’d taken the time to slow his heart and remember his fucking name. “Oh my God… That was amazing.”
Ray still had a dazed look on his face and just nodded his head slightly in agreement as his eyes stared blindly up at the ceiling. Even before the pig-bombs it’d been a long time since he’d been laid, to have such mind blowing sex with someone who’d been the object of his affection for so fucking long was just… it was too much for his post orgasmic mind to process.
Mikey had almost completely calmed down now and was running a hand through Ray’s sweat-drenched hair, head pressed into his chest. “Next time,” Mikey whispered, “I want to top.” If Ray hadn’t just cum harder than he ever had in his entire life, that sentence would’ve been enough to spring him back to life. Instead though, the two remained cuddled together on the cold floor where they fell asleep, the dust storm still raging above them.
Ray was woken up by a thin beam of sunlight shining through the window the next day. At first he felt his heart jump into his throat when he realized he was both unarmed and naked, then he remembered where he was and who he was with and felt himself calm down. Lazily, he turned his head and looked at the still sleeping Mikey who was curled, cat-like, at his side with his head still on his chest.
“Wake up,” Ray said quietly, half hoping that Mikey wouldn’t hear him and stay asleep like that.
Unfortunately, Mikey did wake up. His eyes fluttered softly against Ray’s bare skin and for a moment, like Ray had done, he tensed up until he too remembered last night and stretched while entwining their legs. “The storm?” Mikey mumbled with his mouth pressed against Ray’s chest.
“It’s passed. We need to get out before they find a way to put something about us in the static.”
That got Mikey up. He sat bolt upright and turned his head in both directions, both popping it and looking for his clothes. “Fuck,” he swore, “Gerard’s going to kill me for making us go out in that yesterday.”
Ray slowly sat up as well, noting the stiffness in his back and neck from sleeping on the hard ground but also figuring that it was well worth it. “I’ll deal with Gerard,” he reassured. “But we probably should get going.”
The two dressed silently, Ray took notice of the stiff way that Mikey moved around and how he winced in certain positions. They headed up the ladder and out of the bunker with their helmets on. The sky above was a clear blue and everything around them was coated in at least an inch of red dust.
The car was mostly in tact, the left side mirror had blown off in the winds and drifted twenty yards away from the car but that could be easily repaired, the vehicle was still drivable and that’s what mattered. They got in, Mikey taking the wheel, and headed back out to their hideout diner.
“I don’t want that to be a one time thing,” Mikey said quietly during their drive.
Ray cocked his head, he hadn’t expected Mikey to say anything about it - especially since he seemed to be back in Kobra mode. “Me neither,” he eventually admitted.
“I’m serious, Jet,” yeah he was definitely Kobra again, “life’s too short and I - I care about you.”
“I’m serious too,” Jet Star replied as he fumbled for a cigarette from his jacket pocket. He lit it and took a deep drag. “I’ve wanted you for the better part of a decade, if you’ll have me then I’m not going to let you go.”
“So we’ll tell Poison and Ghoul when we get back,” Kobra said with a nod.
Jet sighed an exhale of smoke and eventually shrugged. “Do we have to?”
“Yes,” hissed Kobra, his grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles turned white, “it’s too dangerous for us to be together and not tell them. Besides, I don’t want it to be like before.”
Jet nodded his head in solemn agreement. “Okay,” he said finally, “we’ll tell them as soon as we get back.”
The rest of their ride was silent. Kobra didn’t dare turn on the radio for fear that he and Jet Star might be the subject of D’s traffic report. They pulled up in front of the diner before too long. Kobra killed the engine and took a deep breath before getting out of the car.
Jet star mimicked the gesture and started to walk toward the diner’s front doors. He could see Poison, Ghoul, and Grace peering out one of the dust covered windows and then racing to meet them at the door; but when he turned, he saw Kobra was still frozen in place.
“Hey,” Jet said as he extended a hand back toward Kobra, “don’t be scared. We’re the Fabulous Killjoys, telling Poison about this should be the least of your worries.”
Kobra nodded and let out a shaky sigh. He saw Jet’s hand and grabbed it, their fingers interlacing as they started again towards the front door. “You really think it’s going to be all right?”
“Trust me,” Jet Star said, “we’ll be all right.”
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OH MY GOD! I'm sorry it took so long to put this up but this chapter was a fucking MONSTER!!! Well I hope that everyone enjoys reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it! It was such a fun little treat! <3