Love Handles (1/1)
Title: Love handles.
Author : xoxxblitz7
Pairing: Ray/Mikey
Rating NC-17
Summary: “I am too fat for your shirts. Any shirt, even.” Ray spoke slowly, making sure Mikey understood.
Disclaimer: This is just a piece of fictional writing.
Author Notes: Written for my Schmoop bingo prompt ‘crying’
Warnings: Fluff and tears, blow jobs.
When Mikey entered his hotel room he came in to view of about twenty black shirts strewn across the bed and falling on to the floor. Sat at the bottom of the bed, on the plush carpet with his back pressed against the bed, was Ray. Mikey stopped by the door and cocked his head to the side, as if that would bring him the answer of why his boyfriend was sulking, covered in clothes and naked on the top half.
Mikey walked forward towards Ray and crouched down as he got there, resting his hands on Ray’s knee to balance himself. Moving forward Mikey pressed his nose against his boyfriend’s cheek, nuzzling a little. Usually if Ray was in a mood it did the trick and a small smile would break across his face. It didn’t seem to work, though.
“What’s wrong?” Mikey asked out right, after the nuzzling didn’t work.
“Nothing much...” Ray replied, voice a little beaten down.
“Why is there a mountain of the same shirt thrown across the room?” He asked, sure to smother his voice in that tone of voice they always spoke to each other in, when others weren’t around.
“Can’t find anything to wear,” Ray mumbled whilst looking around the room at the mess he had made. He frowned.
“Baby,” Mikey reasoned. “It’s pretty much the exact same top, just a little different.”
Ray just shrugged.
“You can wear one of mine, if you like?”
Ray just scoffed and threw his head back down, ringlets of hair following.
“What? You love wearing my shirts, the ones I’ve already worn and smell like my BO.” Mikey laughed a little trying to lighten the mood.
“M’too fat for your shirts.”
“What?!” Mikey spoke, not really getting why Ray of all people was having a hard time choosing what to wear. He always looked gorgeous, jeans neat and shirt covering all the right places, and dear god, he had the best ass Mikey had ever seen. “Why, how, what?” He asked, again, not really understanding what his boyfriend was saying.
“I am too fat for your shirts. Any shirt, even.” Ray spoke slowly, making sure Mikey understood.
Mikey lowered himself in front of Ray a little more, kneeling down and placing his hands on to his lover’s chest. It was smooth and warm under his hands, contrasting to his cold and brittle bass playing fingers. Ray flinched a little as Mikey touched him.
“You are the most gorgeous, just, beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” Mikey whispered whilst bringing his hands up to Ray’s face, pushing his head up so that their eyes meet. Ray closes them instantly, but Mikey speaks Ray’s name stern and full, causing the guitarist to snap them open. “I love you.” Mikey whispers again, bringing his face closer so that he can press a kiss against Ray’s cheek.
“You shouldn’t. I’m fat.” Ray mumbled and Mikey hits him across the head, only light and playful.
“You are not fat! Where the hell has this come from Ray?” Mikey questioned as he tucked his blonde fringe back behind his ear as it fell away and in front of his face. “Baby?”
“That moron, few days ago.” Ray admitted, moving his head to signal the term ‘the other day.’
“That fuckin’ moron from that magazine?”
Ray nods.
“Oh Ray. He was the most arrogant and pig faced guy I’ve probably had the misfortune of meeting.” Mikey reassures his boyfriend, and only then noticed the magazine tucked away under a few shirts. He pulled it out and looked at the dog-eared page that Ray must have been reading before his t-shirt dilemma. He skimmed past the words, trying to ignore the shit that had been printed about his brother and Frank, and as his eyes read the part that has obviously hurt Ray, his eyes widen and his fists scrunch a little.
“Fuckin’ ‘love handles!’” Mikey spat at the page and then slammed it shut, throwing it back down on to the floor. “Baby, is this what’s upset you?” Mikey asked, fists still tucked firmly in to a nice, even knot.
Ray didn’t answer, just whimpered lightly and Mikey knows he’s crying. Looking at his boyfriend you would never picture him as the sensitive and emotional type, but Mikey knew different. He loved that side of Ray, the calm and gentle side. He hated to see him cry however. Mikey moved forward and pulled Ray closer to him and extended his arms around his boyfriend, holding him tight.
“M’sorry.” Ray whispered and voice muffled by Mikey’s shoulder. He could feel thin tears dropping from his lover’s eyes and on to his shoulder. He didn’t mind.
“Don’t you say sorry.” Mikey stated before moving his hands down to rest on Ray’s hips. “These hips are gorgeous,” he pointed out before continuing to speak. “But most importantly, they are mine” Mikey spoke, lips close to Ray’s ear. He feels Ray shiver beneath him.
Ray pulled back from the hug and found Mikey’s mouth quickly, pressing their lips together and sighing, feeling the tension of what was bothering him slip away. He wasn’t self conscious in front of him, he knew he could sit in the room stark naked, bent over and stinking from the previous ten shows (not that he practiced bad hygiene like Gerard did, he really didn’t know how Frank slept in the same bed with that man, let alone have sex) and Mikey would still call him ‘the most gorgeous man in the world.’
They continued to kiss, lips sliding against the other as Mikey’s tongue extended forward and licked across Ray’s lip, soon meeting his boyfriends tongue. Mikey kept his hands on Ray’s waist, kneading the skin below, gradually getting harder with his grip. Ray then moved his hands down and around to Mikey’s ass, pulling him across from the floor and in to his lap. If that was one thing he loved about Mikey, was how light he was, and how flexible. Mikey opened his legs and wrapped them around Ray’s middle, pressing their crotches together. Mikey adjusted a little and pushed down, knowing he was in just the right position to push against Ray’s dick. Ray hissed and bucked upwards wanting more friction, no, wanting their damn pants off and to be sprawled out on their bed, not just a hotel room but their home back in Jersey.
Just as Ray was about to sweep Mikey from the floor and throw him on to the bed they heard a knock on the door. Mikey groaned and threw his head forward to rest on Ray’s shoulder. There was another knock at the door and a few seconds later a key card was pushed in to the door, the door then opening and Frank walking in. He closed the door and wandered in, Mikey thinking he must be blind and then yeah, there it was. Frank stopped dead in his tracks, staring down at the pair on the floor.
“What the...” Frank spoke, trying to avert his eyes somewhere else.
Mikey scoffed. “Like you haven’t seen or heard it all before Frank!”
Frank squeaked “That’s not the point! You might want to get up as your brother is...”
At that moment Gerard pushed a key card in to the door and pushed it open, bounding in with his damn leather jacket on, his hair a mess and hips swaying. Frank turned to meet his eyes. Too late.
“Mikes! What the fuck!” Gerard cringed as he looked down at his brother and brother in law on the floor, limbs tangled around one another.
“Get the fuck out then!” Mikey shouted refusing to move from his boyfriend’s lap.
“We need to leave for the venue in 20.” Gerard shouted back. Mikey just stuck his tongue out and told the pair to ‘get the fuck out, Jesus!’ and promised they would be down in twenty. Frank turned round and placed his hands on Gerard’s hips and guided him out of the room, Gerard muttering something about baby brother and his best friend or something.
As soon as the door had been closed Mikey lunged for Ray’s lips and pushed his tongue out to reach Ray’s, kissing rough and quick and determined. Pulling his lips back off of Ray’s, Mikey then lunged for his boyfriend’s neck, attaching his lips and teeth and sucking hard. Ray took in a sharp gasp of air, trying to get past the initial pain of teeth against his neck.
“We don’t have time,” Ray gasped out as Mikey started to lick across the skin he’d just started to bite. In response Mikey pushed a hand down and pressed between Ray’s thighs, hard. He threw his head back against the floor as Mikey palmed him through denim and boxers.
“You can come in ten minutes, can’t you?” Mikey leant down and whispered right in to Ray’s ear and finished the sentence by licking the lobe. Ray moaned and nodded.
Mikey sat up and grinned. “Good.” He concluded before his hands travelled down to Ray’s belt buckle. His long fingers opened the belt buckle quickly and with no trouble and as the leather parts and gives way to the jeans, Mikey worked the buttons from the holes and unzips the pants, grabbing the sides quickly and pulling them from his boyfriend’s hips and over his ass. Once Mikey is only left with boxers in the way of their good time, he worked even quicker to remove them. He placed a long and cold finger in to the side of the elastic and pulled them down and before Ray even realises, he’s completely naked (aside from his jeans and boxers around his ankles)
Mikey doesn’t waste any of their twenty minutes and gets to work quickly, diving down towards his boyfriend’s crotch and taking him in his mouth, fast and warm. Ray doesn’t even wait until the tip of his dick is even near the back of Mikey’s throat before he starts moaning like it, thrashing his head back against the carpet a little like he does on stage, curls bouncing along with him. Mikey put his hands out at the side of him for balance and lowered himself down just that little bit more and then “Fuck! Just there, Mikes.” He kept a steady rhythm and hollowed his cheeks as he sucks, swallowing a few times and brushing his nose against the thick, dark hairs that littered Ray’s groin and spread up and out across his chest.
Mikey was aware of the time and knew that their twenty minutes will be up soon and if Ray needed time to clean up and get dressed, he knew he needed to act fast. Taking one of his hands from the carpet he felt his palm tingle from the weight he had on them. He pushed his hands across and up to Ray’s nipples and tweaked hard, listening to his boyfriend moan his name. He continued his steady pace around Ray’s dick and tweaked at the nipples a little harder and Ray was almost there. Mikey had one last trick up his sleeve of ‘How to make Ray come in record time/timely situations’ and as he pushed a moan from the back of his throat it wraps itself around Ray like a silk ribbon, the vibrations of Mikey’s moan push Ray right over the edge and as Mikey moaned again, hard and dirty Ray comes. His hips jerk forward and Mikey tries to keep him in, keep him deep until he comes down from his high.
Not long after Ray’s stops snapping his hips forward Mikey lets him fall out of his mouth. With his lips red and come dripping from his mouth he slithers up to Ray for a kiss. Mikey loves these kisses, the really dirty and wet ones that you can only ever get after sex. Ray moaned his thank you in to the kiss before Mikey pulled away.
“Love you,” Mikey mumbled against Ray’s lips.
Ray hummed. “Mm, you too.”
Mikey smiled and peeled himself from his boyfriend and off of the floor. He bended down again over his suitcase at the other side of the bed and pulled a shirt from it. It was his favourite Jaws shirt and he wanted Ray to wear it.
“Here, you’re wearing this. Every time you put it on I want to fuck you senseless.” Mikey grinned and handed Ray the shirt. He’s still on the floor and too tired and numb to argue and when he sat up to slowly get dressed with his last ten minutes or so, he didn’t complain when he pulled the tight fitting shirt over his head and across his body. It smelt of Mikey and he sighed as he sniffs. He pulled his underwear and jeans back up his legs and over his ass and hips Mikey made a whining noise.
“I have to put it away!” Ray laughed and Mikey stood and pouted a little.
“You want everybody to see this?” He asked and Mikey walked over to lend a hand for Ray to hoist himself from the floor. Once he’d stood up and in Mikey’s arms he replied,
“Never. You’re all mine, forever remember?”
Ray pondered a little. “Oh yeah, I remember agreeing to something along those lines... ” He added with a smirk before he leant in to kiss his lover.
It’s not a long walk down to the lobby of the hotel but Ray noticed Mikey was literally attached to his hips. They walked down slowly and Mikey was behind Ray the entire way, hands on his waist and hips and love handles and Ray had never felt so sexy.
Author : xoxxblitz7
Pairing: Ray/Mikey
Rating NC-17
Summary: “I am too fat for your shirts. Any shirt, even.” Ray spoke slowly, making sure Mikey understood.
Disclaimer: This is just a piece of fictional writing.
Author Notes: Written for my Schmoop bingo prompt ‘crying’
Warnings: Fluff and tears, blow jobs.
When Mikey entered his hotel room he came in to view of about twenty black shirts strewn across the bed and falling on to the floor. Sat at the bottom of the bed, on the plush carpet with his back pressed against the bed, was Ray. Mikey stopped by the door and cocked his head to the side, as if that would bring him the answer of why his boyfriend was sulking, covered in clothes and naked on the top half.
Mikey walked forward towards Ray and crouched down as he got there, resting his hands on Ray’s knee to balance himself. Moving forward Mikey pressed his nose against his boyfriend’s cheek, nuzzling a little. Usually if Ray was in a mood it did the trick and a small smile would break across his face. It didn’t seem to work, though.
“What’s wrong?” Mikey asked out right, after the nuzzling didn’t work.
“Nothing much...” Ray replied, voice a little beaten down.
“Why is there a mountain of the same shirt thrown across the room?” He asked, sure to smother his voice in that tone of voice they always spoke to each other in, when others weren’t around.
“Can’t find anything to wear,” Ray mumbled whilst looking around the room at the mess he had made. He frowned.
“Baby,” Mikey reasoned. “It’s pretty much the exact same top, just a little different.”
Ray just shrugged.
“You can wear one of mine, if you like?”
Ray just scoffed and threw his head back down, ringlets of hair following.
“What? You love wearing my shirts, the ones I’ve already worn and smell like my BO.” Mikey laughed a little trying to lighten the mood.
“M’too fat for your shirts.”
“What?!” Mikey spoke, not really getting why Ray of all people was having a hard time choosing what to wear. He always looked gorgeous, jeans neat and shirt covering all the right places, and dear god, he had the best ass Mikey had ever seen. “Why, how, what?” He asked, again, not really understanding what his boyfriend was saying.
“I am too fat for your shirts. Any shirt, even.” Ray spoke slowly, making sure Mikey understood.
Mikey lowered himself in front of Ray a little more, kneeling down and placing his hands on to his lover’s chest. It was smooth and warm under his hands, contrasting to his cold and brittle bass playing fingers. Ray flinched a little as Mikey touched him.
“You are the most gorgeous, just, beautiful man I’ve ever seen,” Mikey whispered whilst bringing his hands up to Ray’s face, pushing his head up so that their eyes meet. Ray closes them instantly, but Mikey speaks Ray’s name stern and full, causing the guitarist to snap them open. “I love you.” Mikey whispers again, bringing his face closer so that he can press a kiss against Ray’s cheek.
“You shouldn’t. I’m fat.” Ray mumbled and Mikey hits him across the head, only light and playful.
“You are not fat! Where the hell has this come from Ray?” Mikey questioned as he tucked his blonde fringe back behind his ear as it fell away and in front of his face. “Baby?”
“That moron, few days ago.” Ray admitted, moving his head to signal the term ‘the other day.’
“That fuckin’ moron from that magazine?”
Ray nods.
“Oh Ray. He was the most arrogant and pig faced guy I’ve probably had the misfortune of meeting.” Mikey reassures his boyfriend, and only then noticed the magazine tucked away under a few shirts. He pulled it out and looked at the dog-eared page that Ray must have been reading before his t-shirt dilemma. He skimmed past the words, trying to ignore the shit that had been printed about his brother and Frank, and as his eyes read the part that has obviously hurt Ray, his eyes widen and his fists scrunch a little.
“Fuckin’ ‘love handles!’” Mikey spat at the page and then slammed it shut, throwing it back down on to the floor. “Baby, is this what’s upset you?” Mikey asked, fists still tucked firmly in to a nice, even knot.
Ray didn’t answer, just whimpered lightly and Mikey knows he’s crying. Looking at his boyfriend you would never picture him as the sensitive and emotional type, but Mikey knew different. He loved that side of Ray, the calm and gentle side. He hated to see him cry however. Mikey moved forward and pulled Ray closer to him and extended his arms around his boyfriend, holding him tight.
“M’sorry.” Ray whispered and voice muffled by Mikey’s shoulder. He could feel thin tears dropping from his lover’s eyes and on to his shoulder. He didn’t mind.
“Don’t you say sorry.” Mikey stated before moving his hands down to rest on Ray’s hips. “These hips are gorgeous,” he pointed out before continuing to speak. “But most importantly, they are mine” Mikey spoke, lips close to Ray’s ear. He feels Ray shiver beneath him.
Ray pulled back from the hug and found Mikey’s mouth quickly, pressing their lips together and sighing, feeling the tension of what was bothering him slip away. He wasn’t self conscious in front of him, he knew he could sit in the room stark naked, bent over and stinking from the previous ten shows (not that he practiced bad hygiene like Gerard did, he really didn’t know how Frank slept in the same bed with that man, let alone have sex) and Mikey would still call him ‘the most gorgeous man in the world.’
They continued to kiss, lips sliding against the other as Mikey’s tongue extended forward and licked across Ray’s lip, soon meeting his boyfriends tongue. Mikey kept his hands on Ray’s waist, kneading the skin below, gradually getting harder with his grip. Ray then moved his hands down and around to Mikey’s ass, pulling him across from the floor and in to his lap. If that was one thing he loved about Mikey, was how light he was, and how flexible. Mikey opened his legs and wrapped them around Ray’s middle, pressing their crotches together. Mikey adjusted a little and pushed down, knowing he was in just the right position to push against Ray’s dick. Ray hissed and bucked upwards wanting more friction, no, wanting their damn pants off and to be sprawled out on their bed, not just a hotel room but their home back in Jersey.
Just as Ray was about to sweep Mikey from the floor and throw him on to the bed they heard a knock on the door. Mikey groaned and threw his head forward to rest on Ray’s shoulder. There was another knock at the door and a few seconds later a key card was pushed in to the door, the door then opening and Frank walking in. He closed the door and wandered in, Mikey thinking he must be blind and then yeah, there it was. Frank stopped dead in his tracks, staring down at the pair on the floor.
“What the...” Frank spoke, trying to avert his eyes somewhere else.
Mikey scoffed. “Like you haven’t seen or heard it all before Frank!”
Frank squeaked “That’s not the point! You might want to get up as your brother is...”
At that moment Gerard pushed a key card in to the door and pushed it open, bounding in with his damn leather jacket on, his hair a mess and hips swaying. Frank turned to meet his eyes. Too late.
“Mikes! What the fuck!” Gerard cringed as he looked down at his brother and brother in law on the floor, limbs tangled around one another.
“Get the fuck out then!” Mikey shouted refusing to move from his boyfriend’s lap.
“We need to leave for the venue in 20.” Gerard shouted back. Mikey just stuck his tongue out and told the pair to ‘get the fuck out, Jesus!’ and promised they would be down in twenty. Frank turned round and placed his hands on Gerard’s hips and guided him out of the room, Gerard muttering something about baby brother and his best friend or something.
As soon as the door had been closed Mikey lunged for Ray’s lips and pushed his tongue out to reach Ray’s, kissing rough and quick and determined. Pulling his lips back off of Ray’s, Mikey then lunged for his boyfriend’s neck, attaching his lips and teeth and sucking hard. Ray took in a sharp gasp of air, trying to get past the initial pain of teeth against his neck.
“We don’t have time,” Ray gasped out as Mikey started to lick across the skin he’d just started to bite. In response Mikey pushed a hand down and pressed between Ray’s thighs, hard. He threw his head back against the floor as Mikey palmed him through denim and boxers.
“You can come in ten minutes, can’t you?” Mikey leant down and whispered right in to Ray’s ear and finished the sentence by licking the lobe. Ray moaned and nodded.
Mikey sat up and grinned. “Good.” He concluded before his hands travelled down to Ray’s belt buckle. His long fingers opened the belt buckle quickly and with no trouble and as the leather parts and gives way to the jeans, Mikey worked the buttons from the holes and unzips the pants, grabbing the sides quickly and pulling them from his boyfriend’s hips and over his ass. Once Mikey is only left with boxers in the way of their good time, he worked even quicker to remove them. He placed a long and cold finger in to the side of the elastic and pulled them down and before Ray even realises, he’s completely naked (aside from his jeans and boxers around his ankles)
Mikey doesn’t waste any of their twenty minutes and gets to work quickly, diving down towards his boyfriend’s crotch and taking him in his mouth, fast and warm. Ray doesn’t even wait until the tip of his dick is even near the back of Mikey’s throat before he starts moaning like it, thrashing his head back against the carpet a little like he does on stage, curls bouncing along with him. Mikey put his hands out at the side of him for balance and lowered himself down just that little bit more and then “Fuck! Just there, Mikes.” He kept a steady rhythm and hollowed his cheeks as he sucks, swallowing a few times and brushing his nose against the thick, dark hairs that littered Ray’s groin and spread up and out across his chest.
Mikey was aware of the time and knew that their twenty minutes will be up soon and if Ray needed time to clean up and get dressed, he knew he needed to act fast. Taking one of his hands from the carpet he felt his palm tingle from the weight he had on them. He pushed his hands across and up to Ray’s nipples and tweaked hard, listening to his boyfriend moan his name. He continued his steady pace around Ray’s dick and tweaked at the nipples a little harder and Ray was almost there. Mikey had one last trick up his sleeve of ‘How to make Ray come in record time/timely situations’ and as he pushed a moan from the back of his throat it wraps itself around Ray like a silk ribbon, the vibrations of Mikey’s moan push Ray right over the edge and as Mikey moaned again, hard and dirty Ray comes. His hips jerk forward and Mikey tries to keep him in, keep him deep until he comes down from his high.
Not long after Ray’s stops snapping his hips forward Mikey lets him fall out of his mouth. With his lips red and come dripping from his mouth he slithers up to Ray for a kiss. Mikey loves these kisses, the really dirty and wet ones that you can only ever get after sex. Ray moaned his thank you in to the kiss before Mikey pulled away.
“Love you,” Mikey mumbled against Ray’s lips.
Ray hummed. “Mm, you too.”
Mikey smiled and peeled himself from his boyfriend and off of the floor. He bended down again over his suitcase at the other side of the bed and pulled a shirt from it. It was his favourite Jaws shirt and he wanted Ray to wear it.
“Here, you’re wearing this. Every time you put it on I want to fuck you senseless.” Mikey grinned and handed Ray the shirt. He’s still on the floor and too tired and numb to argue and when he sat up to slowly get dressed with his last ten minutes or so, he didn’t complain when he pulled the tight fitting shirt over his head and across his body. It smelt of Mikey and he sighed as he sniffs. He pulled his underwear and jeans back up his legs and over his ass and hips Mikey made a whining noise.
“I have to put it away!” Ray laughed and Mikey stood and pouted a little.
“You want everybody to see this?” He asked and Mikey walked over to lend a hand for Ray to hoist himself from the floor. Once he’d stood up and in Mikey’s arms he replied,
“Never. You’re all mine, forever remember?”
Ray pondered a little. “Oh yeah, I remember agreeing to something along those lines... ” He added with a smirk before he leant in to kiss his lover.
It’s not a long walk down to the lobby of the hotel but Ray noticed Mikey was literally attached to his hips. They walked down slowly and Mikey was behind Ray the entire way, hands on his waist and hips and love handles and Ray had never felt so sexy.