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Title: Cure For Boredom
Pairing: Ian/Ray
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1611
Summary: Ray works at a sex toy shop. It’s really much less skeevy than it sounds. And whatever skeeve there actually is, is skeeve Ian enjoys.
Disclaimer: This is a non-profit, non-commercial work of fiction using the names and likenesses of real individuals. This fictional story is not intended to imply that the events herein actually occurred or that the attitudes or behaviors described are engaged in or condoned by the real persons whose names are used without permission.
Ian’s pretty lucky. He got a hefty scholarship to go to university, and his parents are paying the rest. Ray didn’t, and his parents aren’t.
In concept this difference doesn’t mean much. They’re still gay, which is working a lot better for him than the ‘bi-curious but dating a girl’ thing did in high school. They’re still white, which a few lectures have proven makes him pretty damn lucky. They’re still attending college, a step above all the jocks they hated that weren’t quite good enough to get drafted. They’re still freshmen, not yet smart enough to be taking coursework specific to their interests.
In practice the difference has two very large applications in Ian’s life. The first is Ray has a part time job to start paying the interest on the loans he took out. The second is he’s trying to cram more classes into a year, so he has less years to pay for. Both of these things mean Ian schedules their dates around Ray’s life, not his own. It’s a small price to pay for having such a great boyfriend.
When he calls Ray after class, he answers ‘busy’ to being asked if he’s free. Ian’s not particularly surprised, Ray’s always doing something. After pressing for a moment he finds out it’s just homework. Ian’s halfway across campus before they hang up. He can’t visit Ray at work for long stretches; being the guy that stands in the corner of a sex shop and doesn’t leave makes him a creeper. But being the guy that sits in the corner of Ray’s dorm room and doesn’t leave just makes him a boyfriend.
Thankfully Ray’s not the kind of writer that needs silence. Ian takes a gulp of the massive Slurpee Ray has, turns on the tv that’s smaller than Ray’s laptop screen and stretches across the bean bag chair in the corner. Ray’s got a few more in the closet for when his high school friends come visit him. Ian hasn’t met them, but Ray hasn’t met his, so it’s okay. It’s not avoidance, or shame. It’s basically just time management.
It takes Ian a grand total of twenty minutes to get bored. Betting on himself he would have said an hour, his friends would have said five minutes. He deals with it the same way men have dealt with boredom since the dawn of time; he puts his hand down his board shorts. He’s not hard, boredom doesn’t get him off, but it’s easy enough to get aroused. The entire coffin sized room smells like Ray, which is a scent Ian’s practically in love with. If he looks over to the bed, there Ray is, all sexy and hunched over his laptop, pecking away with four fingers. Plus, of course, there’s the simple matter of having a hand on his cock. He’s not too old for that to have an instant effect.
The problem is Ray’s not responding. In Ian’s head he figured the moment Ray caught a glimpse in his peripheral vision he’d join him on the floor. Who doesn’t want to feel up their hot boyfriend? Especially when it’s a choice between Hot Boyfriend Time and essay writing time. But he’s definitely seen him. It wasn’t even a glimpse, it was a full head turn. And still there’s a lack of awesome groping on the floor.
The only thing Ian can think to do is to provoke Ray a little more. He inches down the beanbag and shoves his shorts down to his knees. The elastic gets caught on his dick for a second before his pushing hands win the battle. Ian spits on a finger before he slides it in himself. The angle is really bad for actually turning him on, but it’ll look good for the next time Ray turns his head.
Ray cracks when he looks over. Just not in the way Ian wanted. He puts his laptop to the side, the weight of it compacting the pillow at the top of his bed, then falls in a controlled way to the floor. Ian wriggles in anticipation for about three seconds, then sees the frown on Ray’s face.
“So, no on the sexyfun times then?”
“Dude. You said you wanted to come over, even though I told you I needed to write this paper. You doing that is distracting. It’s really hot, and it’s really distracting, and this paper is incredibly important to my grade. So I tell you what. I’ll set you up so that you don’t need to worry about waiting to include me.”
This is the chance for Ian to say no, right at the beginning. Ray’s not a rapist, he would stop things in an instant if Ian said stop. But he does get grumpy when he thinks of something to do and Ian doesn’t want to try it. Ian gets that. Ray’s a creative guy with a surprising amount of follow through, unlike his friends. None of the Alexes can get any of the shit they imagine actually done. Ray’s also extremely open minded from working where he does. To Ray not trying something at least once smacks of willful ignorance. Ian imagines it’s the same way that a gourmet chef enthusiastic to try every ingredient at least once wouldn’t be happy with a picky eater.
Ian doesn’t say no. He can’t possibly say no. His curiosity is piqued much too high. “Whaddayou got?”
It’s completely unsurprising when Ray goes half under the bed for his toy duffle. One day, when Ray has more space than a five foot square room, Ian’s going to get him a children’s toy chest from Ikea and laugh every time he sees it. Perverting innocent things is fun. After a quick rifle through he pulls out a dildo. Using the handy suction cup on the end Ray sticks the dildo to the sole chair he owns. Ian eyeballs it. Since there’s a ninety nine percent chance it’s about to go in him, he might as well be on an intimate basis with it first.
Ian keeps eye contact with it, and it only, as Ray drizzles lube over the head of the toy and the wet drools down the long sides. He hears Ray acknowledge him, rather than see it. “Sit down Ian. I don’t have time for coy.”
Ian stands up, and drops his shorts, keeping his shirt on. Positioning himself over the chair, Ian holds his ass cheeks apart and attempts to sit. It’s slow going. The dildo is wide, a bit bigger than Ray’s cock. When he’s fully on Ray puts a hand on both of his thighs and presses down like he’s seeing if Ian is flush with the chair. He already is, but it’s hot as fuck, and is the impetus for Ian to start jerking off.
“Ride it. I’ll be with you after I get these citations.”
The next ten minutes are sweet torture, and he wants more. Ian likes sex toys as much as the next person. Maybe more. You get a lot more opportunities to appreciate them when your boyfriend gets a steep discount. Still, the small part of him that isn’t intensely enjoying the sensation of being completely in control of the way he’s getting stretched open wants Ray to get in on this. If he could fuck himself while Ray sucked his dick life would be just about perfect.
He thinks maybe he’ll get what he wants when Ray looks over at him for the first time since sitting down. Ray looks ravenous, an expression that kicks his arousal into overdrive. “You know how good you look groping yourself, right?”
Ian opens his mouth to reply and Ray shakes his head. “You don’t have to answer that. Rhetorical. But I’ve got at least two pages left and you coming would be really distracting. So if you could just put that off...”
“Then I need to-” Ian stills. If he keeps riding this toy he’s going to fucking explode.
“No, you can keep rocking.”
“Then I don’t know if I can hold off.” It’s not like he’s trying to be disobedient. Hell, they don’t really even have that kind of relationship. It’s just simple fact. If the crown of the dildo hits his prostate like ten more times, Ian’s going to spray all over his hand.
“I have something to help.” Ian’s not surprised by the statement at all. Of course he does. Ray has something for everything. “Close your eyes.”
Ian does, because he trusts Ray and because Ray’s got a track record of those words leading to very good things. He jumps at Ray’s large hand on his thigh. “Raise up a little.”
Ian does, sliding all the way to the top of the dildo. What comes next is unexpected. What comes next is horrifying. What comes next is probably illegal according to the Geneva convention, or the Kyoto accord, or something. What comes next is his balls submerged in ice water. In a nanosecond Ian is not only soft, but shriveled to microscopic size.
“That’s like the cruelest thing you’ve ever done to me.” Ian looks down. Sure enough, it’s the Slurpee cup. “Also, pretty fucking unsanitary.”
“I told you, I’m busy. You needed to cool off.” Ray shrugs.
“Better keep yourself busy. I never want to have sex with you again.” Ian snaps.
“Look. Just start riding the toy again. By the time you’re hard again maybe I’ll be free.”
Ian isn’t sure what’s the worst; a cock tease, a cock block, or cock torture. Lucky for him, he’s got a boyfriend well versed in all three.