John/Ray fic
So I just watched the movie, oh a few hours ago and loved it! Of course my desire for John/Ray is quite strong so I decide to write a fic. I haven't written in so long (posted in even longer).... Please forgive me if it is not very good. But if it is satisfactory in scratching an itch that you have (as I did and do) than I'm glad to be of service.
Oh I hope I edited it alright xD Silly sleep deprived nights...
The sun glared down harshly on the lawn, not a single cloud in the sky to provide any protection from its vengeful heat. Yet, here they both sat. Once again Hancock found himself sprawled out on the grass, mostly dirt really if he was being completely honest with himself, in front of his makeshift home. They couldn’t meet in the comfort of Ray’s home anymore. This left little places to choose from, as Hancock really wasn’t as fond of the attention as he thought he would be. Sure the superhero enjoyed it more than the hatred he used to get, but hell, full on squealing and everything that goes along with having fans was completely beyond John’s understanding let alone his desires.
So… he was taking Ray to his home now. Hancock glanced over at the other man who was sitting neatly and properly on one of John’s rusted chairs. Having Ray at his house was only bringing to the surface more issues than it was solving. Truthfully his attraction to the man was something he found hard to control. John could understand what Mary saw in him, both in looks and in kindness…
‘And oh good lord that ass on him’, once the thought popped into his head it festered there, urging him to act on this craving. What he’d found with additions is that you need to cut them off immediately before they take control. He was never good with that. It had taken Ray to stop his alcoholism and he wasn’t sure what Ray would think of his replacement addiction.
Hancock’s face darkened. He knew that wasn’t fair. Ray wasn’t a replacement. He was different. He wasn’t what fate had chosen for him, but just like Mary had once said, you can choose. He wanted to choose.
“Have you even heard a word I’ve been saying?” Ray asked, his tone of voice slightly wounded. He crossed his arms and stared down at John.
John fought the urge to jump up, shove him against the side of the trailer and devour that adorable pout. He was fighting, and beginning to loose. If only the man didn’t insist on seeing him so damned much he would leave Ray to his wife… their wife? It didn’t really matter. ‘Right, answer, he needs an answer… what did he say?’
Ray arched a brow and continued to stare at John expectantly.
“Uh, you know just stuff about seeing the public more, erm,” he scratched his head, “… a public… speech?” Hancock flinched and cursed under his breath, he was so full of shit.
“You are so full of shit,” Ray threw his hands up in the air and jumped up out of the old lawn chair. “That is not even close to… Why did I even bother opening up to you? Do you even realize… you know what? Never mind,” he sighed and ran a shaky hand through his hair.
John was speechless. The man was a fucking saint, he had never seen the man so much as yell let alone loose his cool. Whatever he had said must have been damn important, important enough that his interest was stirred. Hancock needed to know, and there would be no stopping him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Ray took an uneasy step backwards. John was starring at him, unblinking and filled with curiosity… and something more. “Hancock? Look it… it wasn’t important, just forget it, okay? …Okay?”
“What did you say? Tell me, I’m listening. You’ve got my undivided attention.” John got up, each move made slowly and deliberately. As if he were a predatory animal stalking his pray, and in a way he was.
Every step that John took towards Ray, Ray took a step back. Until the younger man was flat against the metal wall of the trailer with nowhere to go, nowhere to look except at John. Well nowhere except the ground, and it seemed to hold Ray’s attention quite well. He was a rather talented man when it came to ignoring things, you would have to be with a super-being sandwiching you into a trailer.
“I-it wasn’t important just forget it,” Ray managed to mumble his cheeks tinged pink as he spoke.
“I am not moving from this spot until you tell me what the hell you said,” Hancock said as he loomed over Ray, both arms now shoved against the trailer, which effectively caged him.
“This is what I’m talking about,” Ray burst out in frustration. “You just do this stupid thing with your voice and your eyes and where the hell do you get off making me… Making me feel this way? I can’t even concentrate on work anymore without you popping into my head! And at home Mary, god now she just talks and talks about the most useless things just to keep from mentioning you!”
Hancock smirked at him and tilted his head to the side, “oh?”
“Don-don’t you give me that look,” Ray narrowed his eyes at him accusingly.
John said nothing.
“And… and how can one look from you make me want….” Ray looked at John for a second, really looked at him, and then reverted to starring at the ground. His face was reddened with shame and anger. “I’m married,” he mumbled.
Hancock’s eyes grew darker; he gently tilted the other man’s head up. “Make you want what?” his voice filled with such longing. The lone hero craved Ray like a junky wanted his next high. The affection Ray showed him on a weekly basis was more than he ever remembered having received from anyone. If there was even the slim chance that Ray felt the same way as him… “What do I make you want Ray?”
Hearing that voice so determined and directed at him made Ray’s stomach clench. Just the touch of immortal’s hand on his jaw set his body on fire. “You, oh god you,” Ray groaned. He braced himself to be struck, braced himself to get thrown through the trailer. After all, he was a man, and he was sure Hancock wouldn’t be receptive, no matter how gentle he was with him.
The hard blow didn’t come. Instead warm lips enveloped his own. Ray could feel the stubble of John’s jaw rubbing against him. A warm prodding tongue pushed against Ray’s lips, at first gently then urgently until it pushed its way inside and explored every crevasse of Ray’s mouth. He felt his knee’s buckle but John held him up as his tongue continued to ravage him. It was surprising that John tasted so sweet, like summer and peppermint. The fact that he knew what Hancock tasted like caused Ray to moan.
John knew he’d have to stop soon or he’d want more, need more. Just a taste would be enough of a fix. Hearing Ray moan nearly sent him over the edge, he fought back the desire to push Ray onto the ground and ride him like there was no tomorrow. Another time, in fact, tomorrow if he was lucky. Hancock pulled back slowly and reluctantly from Ray, breathing deeply as he did so. ‘Right, breathing is important…’
“Oh… god,” Ray said shakily.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Hancock stated triumphantly.
Ray smiled, one of his genuine kind-hearted smiles that made Hancock want to do anything to keep it on Ray’s face forever, “Oh I think I have an idea. We should… do that again sometime.”
Hancock grinned wickedly and his eyes filled with lust, “Oh believe me Ray, we’ll be doing much more than that. Much more.”
Oh I hope I edited it alright xD Silly sleep deprived nights...
The sun glared down harshly on the lawn, not a single cloud in the sky to provide any protection from its vengeful heat. Yet, here they both sat. Once again Hancock found himself sprawled out on the grass, mostly dirt really if he was being completely honest with himself, in front of his makeshift home. They couldn’t meet in the comfort of Ray’s home anymore. This left little places to choose from, as Hancock really wasn’t as fond of the attention as he thought he would be. Sure the superhero enjoyed it more than the hatred he used to get, but hell, full on squealing and everything that goes along with having fans was completely beyond John’s understanding let alone his desires.
So… he was taking Ray to his home now. Hancock glanced over at the other man who was sitting neatly and properly on one of John’s rusted chairs. Having Ray at his house was only bringing to the surface more issues than it was solving. Truthfully his attraction to the man was something he found hard to control. John could understand what Mary saw in him, both in looks and in kindness…
‘And oh good lord that ass on him’, once the thought popped into his head it festered there, urging him to act on this craving. What he’d found with additions is that you need to cut them off immediately before they take control. He was never good with that. It had taken Ray to stop his alcoholism and he wasn’t sure what Ray would think of his replacement addiction.
Hancock’s face darkened. He knew that wasn’t fair. Ray wasn’t a replacement. He was different. He wasn’t what fate had chosen for him, but just like Mary had once said, you can choose. He wanted to choose.
“Have you even heard a word I’ve been saying?” Ray asked, his tone of voice slightly wounded. He crossed his arms and stared down at John.
John fought the urge to jump up, shove him against the side of the trailer and devour that adorable pout. He was fighting, and beginning to loose. If only the man didn’t insist on seeing him so damned much he would leave Ray to his wife… their wife? It didn’t really matter. ‘Right, answer, he needs an answer… what did he say?’
Ray arched a brow and continued to stare at John expectantly.
“Uh, you know just stuff about seeing the public more, erm,” he scratched his head, “… a public… speech?” Hancock flinched and cursed under his breath, he was so full of shit.
“You are so full of shit,” Ray threw his hands up in the air and jumped up out of the old lawn chair. “That is not even close to… Why did I even bother opening up to you? Do you even realize… you know what? Never mind,” he sighed and ran a shaky hand through his hair.
John was speechless. The man was a fucking saint, he had never seen the man so much as yell let alone loose his cool. Whatever he had said must have been damn important, important enough that his interest was stirred. Hancock needed to know, and there would be no stopping him.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Ray took an uneasy step backwards. John was starring at him, unblinking and filled with curiosity… and something more. “Hancock? Look it… it wasn’t important, just forget it, okay? …Okay?”
“What did you say? Tell me, I’m listening. You’ve got my undivided attention.” John got up, each move made slowly and deliberately. As if he were a predatory animal stalking his pray, and in a way he was.
Every step that John took towards Ray, Ray took a step back. Until the younger man was flat against the metal wall of the trailer with nowhere to go, nowhere to look except at John. Well nowhere except the ground, and it seemed to hold Ray’s attention quite well. He was a rather talented man when it came to ignoring things, you would have to be with a super-being sandwiching you into a trailer.
“I-it wasn’t important just forget it,” Ray managed to mumble his cheeks tinged pink as he spoke.
“I am not moving from this spot until you tell me what the hell you said,” Hancock said as he loomed over Ray, both arms now shoved against the trailer, which effectively caged him.
“This is what I’m talking about,” Ray burst out in frustration. “You just do this stupid thing with your voice and your eyes and where the hell do you get off making me… Making me feel this way? I can’t even concentrate on work anymore without you popping into my head! And at home Mary, god now she just talks and talks about the most useless things just to keep from mentioning you!”
Hancock smirked at him and tilted his head to the side, “oh?”
“Don-don’t you give me that look,” Ray narrowed his eyes at him accusingly.
John said nothing.
“And… and how can one look from you make me want….” Ray looked at John for a second, really looked at him, and then reverted to starring at the ground. His face was reddened with shame and anger. “I’m married,” he mumbled.
Hancock’s eyes grew darker; he gently tilted the other man’s head up. “Make you want what?” his voice filled with such longing. The lone hero craved Ray like a junky wanted his next high. The affection Ray showed him on a weekly basis was more than he ever remembered having received from anyone. If there was even the slim chance that Ray felt the same way as him… “What do I make you want Ray?”
Hearing that voice so determined and directed at him made Ray’s stomach clench. Just the touch of immortal’s hand on his jaw set his body on fire. “You, oh god you,” Ray groaned. He braced himself to be struck, braced himself to get thrown through the trailer. After all, he was a man, and he was sure Hancock wouldn’t be receptive, no matter how gentle he was with him.
The hard blow didn’t come. Instead warm lips enveloped his own. Ray could feel the stubble of John’s jaw rubbing against him. A warm prodding tongue pushed against Ray’s lips, at first gently then urgently until it pushed its way inside and explored every crevasse of Ray’s mouth. He felt his knee’s buckle but John held him up as his tongue continued to ravage him. It was surprising that John tasted so sweet, like summer and peppermint. The fact that he knew what Hancock tasted like caused Ray to moan.
John knew he’d have to stop soon or he’d want more, need more. Just a taste would be enough of a fix. Hearing Ray moan nearly sent him over the edge, he fought back the desire to push Ray onto the ground and ride him like there was no tomorrow. Another time, in fact, tomorrow if he was lucky. Hancock pulled back slowly and reluctantly from Ray, breathing deeply as he did so. ‘Right, breathing is important…’
“Oh… god,” Ray said shakily.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Hancock stated triumphantly.
Ray smiled, one of his genuine kind-hearted smiles that made Hancock want to do anything to keep it on Ray’s face forever, “Oh I think I have an idea. We should… do that again sometime.”
Hancock grinned wickedly and his eyes filled with lust, “Oh believe me Ray, we’ll be doing much more than that. Much more.”