Wake Me Up Before You Go Go
Title: Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go
Author:abouliac
Pairing: Ray/Frank
Summary: Smut, nothing else to it really ;D
Disclaimer: I own no-one, this is pretend
Author's Note: Sorry about the title, lol
Comments appreciated, thanks :)
Ray knows he should get up. He knows that if he doesn't soon, he'll probably be late for the job he didn't want to take in the first place. He knows that he shouldn't jeopardise it for this, for him. But then he feels his stomach twist as he looks down at the person beside him and he thinks fuck it, one day won't hurt.
He props himself up on his hand, elbow bent, pillow squished between the triangle it makes. His other hand lies lazily on his side, fingers absent mindedly rubbing at the hem of his boxers. Frank is sleeping. Ray can tell it's a deep sleep because his eyes have the look of being fused shut, ready to spring open when the time is right. His chest is rising and falling softly, the covers twisted around his midriff; one arm dangling off the bed, the other palm up, by his side.
Ray moves his hand from his thigh and traces his finger along the life line of Frank's hand. It twitches and he smiles, moving the finger down, onto his wrist and up his forearm, curling it around the outlines of the tattoos, moving from nail to finger pad as he goes. When he reaches the crook of his elbow, he pauses and circles it, the skin so soft and yielding. Finally, as was his desire all along, Frank stirs, his eyes opening in slow motion, stuttering as he lets the world come into focus, smiling when he sees Ray.
'What are you doing here?' he frowns, unable to keep a smile from his lips.
'Duvet day,'
'From a job you've been doing a week?'
'Best do it now, ' Ray states, 'I don't know the job do I, they won't miss me,'
Frank grins and shakes his head, reaching up and rubbing his eye, yawning. He lets his hand flop again and squints up at Ray, who's still propped up.
'So what are your plans Raymondo?'
'Depends,'
'Oh yeah? What on?'
Ray raises an eyebrow and grins widely, leaning down to kiss Frank gently on the lips. He pulls off and they smile at each other, Frank reaching up and pulling him back down, pushing his fingers into the unruly mop of hair dangling over him. He scrunches it and massages Ray's scalp, moving in time with the motions of their tongues, which twist and turn, lips pressed firmly together.
The kiss continues for eternity. They barely breathe as they devour each other, hands exploring every change in texture of skin, every curve of the spine, every flex of every muscle. Finally it's Frank who breaks apart, unable to avoid reaching up and wiping his deliciously swollen and moist lips. Ray raises an eyebrow and shuffles close, pulling Frank tight to him, not even air able to pass between their chests.
'This is way better than pushing paper around on my desk,' he murmurs, nuzzling the soft spot just below Frank's ear; the place where his hair curls and sworls around uncontrollably, Frank writhing a little and lifting his leg over Ray's, bending it round to drag him close.
Ray reaches down and runs his hand along the thigh, the hairs causing friction on the palm of his hand, the skin changing to smooth and downy as he pushes his hand up the leg of Frank's boxers. Frank pushes forward, pressing his groin into Ray, gripping his muscular arms tightly, then he lets out a small moan as he feels Ray trying to pull his underwear off, peeling it over the soft pads on his hips, trying his best to pull it from under his ass, even though it's clamped tightly between him and the bed.
'Here,' Frank offers, rolling onto his back and lifting his hips, wriggling out of the garment, cock springing free.
Ray smiles and reaches down, curling his hand around Frank and starting to work him slowly, watching as the expression on Frank's face changes, the eyes scrunching up, the bottom lip getting sucked into his mouth. He's running his hands over his torso, pinching his nipples and stroking his hairless chest. Ray feels his breathing get shallow and starts to jerk harder, using his free hand to grab one of Frank's and guide it between his legs.
'Do it back,' he growls, pressing the palm hard onto his cock.
'Get on top of me,' Frank breathes, cupping hard through the fabric of Ray's boxers.
Ray quickly leans down, messily, feverishly kissing Frank as he drags his underwear off, bucking and swaying his hips as he manages to remove it one handed, tossing it urgently onto the floor before Frank gets impatient and pushes his head down, waiting for him to move and straddle him, thighs either side of his head.
He obliges and carries on caressing the hard cock in his hand, making agonisingly slow movements over the head, his other hand trailing lazily over the down on his stomach. Frank, legs twitching, begins to caress Ray in return, his throbbing head just inches from his mouth. He resists for the moment, choosing instead to run his fingers down his ass, stroking him softly, then entering a finger as he guides him down and begins to lick and suck his balls.
Ray moans and thrusts forward, Frank steadying him and gripping tightly to his thighs, fingers digging into the hard muscles, nails making scarlet crescents form. He continues kissing him, running his tongue along his perineum, sucking and lapping at his entrance, his own legs now spread wide as Ray leans down and returns the favour, Frank's cock rubbing gently on his neck.
'Suck me off,' Frank begs, 'I wanna be in your mouth,'
'Wait,' Ray answers hoarsley, squeezing his eyes shut, waves of pleasure coursing through his body as he feels Frank's tongue on his shaft.
'Now Ray, suck me now, suck me hard,'
Ray tries to resist but the growl in Frank's voice is driving him crazy so he parts his legs further and dips down, letting the cock slide effortlessling into his mouth, precum glazing his tongue. He swallows and begins to suck, a loud groan reverberating around his own cock, now firmly in Frank's mouth.
The both begin to suck on and off, fingers wandering, Ray's up and down the backs of Frank's thighs, his legs now in the air, ankles curling round his head, Frank's over Ray's ass as he leans over him, sliding once in a while to his balls, teasing them.
Ray gently pushes himself in and out of Frank's mouth, revelling in feeling Frank's tongue swirl around him. Soon he can feel his stomach muscles start to clench and his head begin to throb angrily. He presses down and clenches his thighs around Frank's head, Frank wrapping his arms around them and sucking hard, waiting.
He cums hard, pulling off Frank with a slurp as he gasps for air, head tipped back; then he cums again, Frank swallowing it down, licking it from his head. He moans and dips back onto Frank, his lips getting smeared with the start of Frank's orgasm. Soon he's shooting his load too, Ray moving off and curling his hand around him, wanting to avoid the taste in his mouth. Frank cums again, surprising Ray, most of it getting over his hand but some in his hair which he pushes from his face, cheek streaked.
Frank is panting, peppering Ray's ass and thighs with soft kisses, waiting for him to finish and move off him. Eventually he stops and slides his leg over Frank's head, shuffling round on the bed and taking him in his arms.
'Shit, I'm in your hair!' Frank laughs, touching the sticky mess.
'It's OK, I gotta shower anyway,'
'Not yet,' Frank grins, eyes gleaming, 'this is your duvet day after all,'
Ray laughs and drags the covers over them, both of them going in for a sticky, salty kiss, the duvet shielding them from the world.
Author:abouliac
Pairing: Ray/Frank
Summary: Smut, nothing else to it really ;D
Disclaimer: I own no-one, this is pretend
Author's Note: Sorry about the title, lol
Comments appreciated, thanks :)
Ray knows he should get up. He knows that if he doesn't soon, he'll probably be late for the job he didn't want to take in the first place. He knows that he shouldn't jeopardise it for this, for him. But then he feels his stomach twist as he looks down at the person beside him and he thinks fuck it, one day won't hurt.
He props himself up on his hand, elbow bent, pillow squished between the triangle it makes. His other hand lies lazily on his side, fingers absent mindedly rubbing at the hem of his boxers. Frank is sleeping. Ray can tell it's a deep sleep because his eyes have the look of being fused shut, ready to spring open when the time is right. His chest is rising and falling softly, the covers twisted around his midriff; one arm dangling off the bed, the other palm up, by his side.
Ray moves his hand from his thigh and traces his finger along the life line of Frank's hand. It twitches and he smiles, moving the finger down, onto his wrist and up his forearm, curling it around the outlines of the tattoos, moving from nail to finger pad as he goes. When he reaches the crook of his elbow, he pauses and circles it, the skin so soft and yielding. Finally, as was his desire all along, Frank stirs, his eyes opening in slow motion, stuttering as he lets the world come into focus, smiling when he sees Ray.
'What are you doing here?' he frowns, unable to keep a smile from his lips.
'Duvet day,'
'From a job you've been doing a week?'
'Best do it now, ' Ray states, 'I don't know the job do I, they won't miss me,'
Frank grins and shakes his head, reaching up and rubbing his eye, yawning. He lets his hand flop again and squints up at Ray, who's still propped up.
'So what are your plans Raymondo?'
'Depends,'
'Oh yeah? What on?'
Ray raises an eyebrow and grins widely, leaning down to kiss Frank gently on the lips. He pulls off and they smile at each other, Frank reaching up and pulling him back down, pushing his fingers into the unruly mop of hair dangling over him. He scrunches it and massages Ray's scalp, moving in time with the motions of their tongues, which twist and turn, lips pressed firmly together.
The kiss continues for eternity. They barely breathe as they devour each other, hands exploring every change in texture of skin, every curve of the spine, every flex of every muscle. Finally it's Frank who breaks apart, unable to avoid reaching up and wiping his deliciously swollen and moist lips. Ray raises an eyebrow and shuffles close, pulling Frank tight to him, not even air able to pass between their chests.
'This is way better than pushing paper around on my desk,' he murmurs, nuzzling the soft spot just below Frank's ear; the place where his hair curls and sworls around uncontrollably, Frank writhing a little and lifting his leg over Ray's, bending it round to drag him close.
Ray reaches down and runs his hand along the thigh, the hairs causing friction on the palm of his hand, the skin changing to smooth and downy as he pushes his hand up the leg of Frank's boxers. Frank pushes forward, pressing his groin into Ray, gripping his muscular arms tightly, then he lets out a small moan as he feels Ray trying to pull his underwear off, peeling it over the soft pads on his hips, trying his best to pull it from under his ass, even though it's clamped tightly between him and the bed.
'Here,' Frank offers, rolling onto his back and lifting his hips, wriggling out of the garment, cock springing free.
Ray smiles and reaches down, curling his hand around Frank and starting to work him slowly, watching as the expression on Frank's face changes, the eyes scrunching up, the bottom lip getting sucked into his mouth. He's running his hands over his torso, pinching his nipples and stroking his hairless chest. Ray feels his breathing get shallow and starts to jerk harder, using his free hand to grab one of Frank's and guide it between his legs.
'Do it back,' he growls, pressing the palm hard onto his cock.
'Get on top of me,' Frank breathes, cupping hard through the fabric of Ray's boxers.
Ray quickly leans down, messily, feverishly kissing Frank as he drags his underwear off, bucking and swaying his hips as he manages to remove it one handed, tossing it urgently onto the floor before Frank gets impatient and pushes his head down, waiting for him to move and straddle him, thighs either side of his head.
He obliges and carries on caressing the hard cock in his hand, making agonisingly slow movements over the head, his other hand trailing lazily over the down on his stomach. Frank, legs twitching, begins to caress Ray in return, his throbbing head just inches from his mouth. He resists for the moment, choosing instead to run his fingers down his ass, stroking him softly, then entering a finger as he guides him down and begins to lick and suck his balls.
Ray moans and thrusts forward, Frank steadying him and gripping tightly to his thighs, fingers digging into the hard muscles, nails making scarlet crescents form. He continues kissing him, running his tongue along his perineum, sucking and lapping at his entrance, his own legs now spread wide as Ray leans down and returns the favour, Frank's cock rubbing gently on his neck.
'Suck me off,' Frank begs, 'I wanna be in your mouth,'
'Wait,' Ray answers hoarsley, squeezing his eyes shut, waves of pleasure coursing through his body as he feels Frank's tongue on his shaft.
'Now Ray, suck me now, suck me hard,'
Ray tries to resist but the growl in Frank's voice is driving him crazy so he parts his legs further and dips down, letting the cock slide effortlessling into his mouth, precum glazing his tongue. He swallows and begins to suck, a loud groan reverberating around his own cock, now firmly in Frank's mouth.
The both begin to suck on and off, fingers wandering, Ray's up and down the backs of Frank's thighs, his legs now in the air, ankles curling round his head, Frank's over Ray's ass as he leans over him, sliding once in a while to his balls, teasing them.
Ray gently pushes himself in and out of Frank's mouth, revelling in feeling Frank's tongue swirl around him. Soon he can feel his stomach muscles start to clench and his head begin to throb angrily. He presses down and clenches his thighs around Frank's head, Frank wrapping his arms around them and sucking hard, waiting.
He cums hard, pulling off Frank with a slurp as he gasps for air, head tipped back; then he cums again, Frank swallowing it down, licking it from his head. He moans and dips back onto Frank, his lips getting smeared with the start of Frank's orgasm. Soon he's shooting his load too, Ray moving off and curling his hand around him, wanting to avoid the taste in his mouth. Frank cums again, surprising Ray, most of it getting over his hand but some in his hair which he pushes from his face, cheek streaked.
Frank is panting, peppering Ray's ass and thighs with soft kisses, waiting for him to finish and move off him. Eventually he stops and slides his leg over Frank's head, shuffling round on the bed and taking him in his arms.
'Shit, I'm in your hair!' Frank laughs, touching the sticky mess.
'It's OK, I gotta shower anyway,'
'Not yet,' Frank grins, eyes gleaming, 'this is your duvet day after all,'
Ray laughs and drags the covers over them, both of them going in for a sticky, salty kiss, the duvet shielding them from the world.