“Wait wait wait! Don’t be an idiot. Of course I want you to!” Ray says. He reaches over, grasps Walt’s wrist, and replaces that hand at its position on his thigh. “Carry on,” he says, tapping out a beat to the song on the steering wheel.
Walt squeezes his thigh slightly, and his grin grows again. “Only if you promise to pull over when I blow your mind,” he says, and for all that his words have a large claim, he’s still blushing and has that self-conscious expression still on his face.
“I’ll try to contain myself,” Ray says, trying to keep his voice even as Walt pushes the material of Ray’s shorts up to feel along the inside of his thigh.
Walt shifts in the passenger seat so he can move closer. “And I wasn’t really thinkin’ of a handjob, either,” he says, nudging Ray’s legs further apart.
Ray’s eyes kind of bulge out at the road when he feels Walt work the waistline of his shorts down. “I don’t - say what?” Walt’s never really been the experimental type, not that Ray’s really complaining. He was thankful just to have the guy after cornering him in the locker room after “Nate was telling me about this thing he did to Brad the other day,” Walt explains calmly. “Lift your hips up so I can pull these down.”
Ray shoots a quick look at him. “Walt, what - ”
“Do it, Ray,” Walt order, tugging impatiently at the waistline. Ray grips the steering wheel desperately, but he does what he’s told. “Yeah, Nate said Brad wouldn’t let him drive home after that party this past Friday, so Nate gave him road head on the way home. You know Brad - the Iceman hates being out of control, especially when he’s on the road. Nate said it was probably dangerous, but he was drunk, and Brad said that even though it was fuckin’ hot as hell, he wasn’t ever going to cross Nate like that again at a party, so whatever.”
“And - ” Ray sucks back in a gasp when Walt pulls his erection from his boxers and shorts. His cock’s already dripping pre-come, and he wonders if it’s a bad thing that he doesn’t really remember how to get home even though he’s known these roads his entire life. “I mean, are you punishing me for something then? I - I would’ve had that last goal if Trombley - ” “Nah,” Walt cuts in, wrapping his hand nice and tight and warm around him. “I just figured this might be something you’d like.”
Ray eases up on the pedal as Walt pumps his cock a couple of times. “I, uh - yeah, sure,” is all he manages to say. And really, how the fuck is a guy supposed to refuse when Walt’s lookin’ like he’s spilling sunshine out of his hair with that smile and a hand’s around a guy’s dick?
“And it might loosen you up some. I know having that record to your name meant a lot to you,” Walt says, easing up on jerking Ray off, and Ray looks down at him.
Ray feels his lips pull into a smile, opens his mouth to reply about it being nothing, that he still has next season, but then Walt sweet smile goes out of site as he bends over Ray’s lap and takes Ray’s cock deep into his mouth. What ends up coming out of Ray’s mouth instead of his initial reply is, “Oh, holy fucking fuck.”
Walt hums his agreement, the vibrations flowing down Ray’s cock, and Walt slips his tongue licking around the head and the slit. Ray feels a shudder pulse through his body.
“Oh my God,” Ray moans, and he drops a hand from the wheel to cup the back of Walt’s head. Walt uses his hand to pump Ray’s cock where his mouth won’t reach, and he uses his other hand to hold his hips steady because Ray can’t ever help it when Walt looks like that, when he does that. “Walt, Jesus - I could fuckin’ die right now.”
Walt pulls his mouth away for a moment to say, “I’d rather you didn’t, because I’m in the car with you. Fuckin’ pull over if you’re gonna lose it.” And then his mouth’s back to work and Ray’s trying to keep his free hand steady on the wheel and his eyes following the lines of the road.
Walt starts sucking harder, as if he’s just trying to make Ray crash them into a ditch, and Ray can’t help it that he applies a bit of pressure to the back of Walt’s head. Walt makes a small sound, and Ray can feel the head of his cock against the guy’s throat.
When Walt unclenches the hand he has around Ray’s cock, Ray almost feels relief, but then his mind honest to God goes blank when Walt braces himself with one hand on Ray’s thigh and the other on his hip and swallows him down. “Oh shit. Your fuckin' mouth, Walt,” Ray breathes, and he swerves onto the shoulder of the road because he’s about to come so hard that he absently thinks he might die from it. Walt pulls of Ray’s cock just as Ray comes, and his jizz shoots all over the dash, steering wheel, and windshield.
“Wha - did we just crash?” Walt exclaims, voice a bit raw from deep-throating and possibly from surprise that they’re parked.
Ray moans and lets his head fall against the headrest of his seat. “You could say that.”
Walt sits up and grins at him. “Feel better?”
Ray laughs and pulls him in for a kiss. “You always make me feel better,” he says, and he doesn’t care that he sounds like a fuckin’ pansy-ass right now. Walt does that to him sometimes. “I have to say, though, that this may be your best method yet.”
Re: Part ThreequeeniegaloreMarch 28 2010, 01:39:55 UTC
AAAAARGH! MIKA I'M SO HAPPY YOU DID THIS!
This was adorable and funny and SO HOT OH MY GOD. I loved it, loved the banter and Ray being such a bitch and Walt so calm and used to dealing with him. And uuugggh, Walt, you kinky little thing. He's so SEXY when he's like that.
Re: Part Threeermynee224March 28 2010, 07:43:13 UTC
EEEE! LOL who is judging you for the Ray/Walt-ness. They're kinda turning into my OTP of the show so they're going to have to judge me too. I'm just grateful you keep turning out AMAZING fics of them <3
THIS. I had no OTP forever -- I prided myself on my multi-pairing love! But apparently Ray/Walt has crept up on me, and you, apparently! They're spreading. It's a fact.
Walt squeezes his thigh slightly, and his grin grows again. “Only if you promise to pull over when I blow your mind,” he says, and for all that his words have a large claim, he’s still blushing and has that self-conscious expression still on his face.
“I’ll try to contain myself,” Ray says, trying to keep his voice even as Walt pushes the material of Ray’s shorts up to feel along the inside of his thigh.
Walt shifts in the passenger seat so he can move closer. “And I wasn’t really thinkin’ of a handjob, either,” he says, nudging Ray’s legs further apart.
Ray’s eyes kind of bulge out at the road when he feels Walt work the waistline of his shorts down. “I don’t - say what?” Walt’s never really been the experimental type, not that Ray’s really complaining. He was thankful just to have the guy after cornering him in the locker room after
“Nate was telling me about this thing he did to Brad the other day,” Walt explains calmly. “Lift your hips up so I can pull these down.”
Ray shoots a quick look at him. “Walt, what - ”
“Do it, Ray,” Walt order, tugging impatiently at the waistline. Ray grips the steering wheel desperately, but he does what he’s told. “Yeah, Nate said Brad wouldn’t let him drive home after that party this past Friday, so Nate gave him road head on the way home. You know Brad - the Iceman hates being out of control, especially when he’s on the road. Nate said it was probably dangerous, but he was drunk, and Brad said that even though it was fuckin’ hot as hell, he wasn’t ever going to cross Nate like that again at a party, so whatever.”
“And - ” Ray sucks back in a gasp when Walt pulls his erection from his boxers and shorts. His cock’s already dripping pre-come, and he wonders if it’s a bad thing that he doesn’t really remember how to get home even though he’s known these roads his entire life. “I mean, are you punishing me for something then? I - I would’ve had that last goal if Trombley - ”
“Nah,” Walt cuts in, wrapping his hand nice and tight and warm around him. “I just figured this might be something you’d like.”
Ray eases up on the pedal as Walt pumps his cock a couple of times. “I, uh - yeah, sure,” is all he manages to say. And really, how the fuck is a guy supposed to refuse when Walt’s lookin’ like he’s spilling sunshine out of his hair with that smile and a hand’s around a guy’s dick?
“And it might loosen you up some. I know having that record to your name meant a lot to you,” Walt says, easing up on jerking Ray off, and Ray looks down at him.
Ray feels his lips pull into a smile, opens his mouth to reply about it being nothing, that he still has next season, but then Walt sweet smile goes out of site as he bends over Ray’s lap and takes Ray’s cock deep into his mouth. What ends up coming out of Ray’s mouth instead of his initial reply is, “Oh, holy fucking fuck.”
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“Oh my God,” Ray moans, and he drops a hand from the wheel to cup the back of Walt’s head. Walt uses his hand to pump Ray’s cock where his mouth won’t reach, and he uses his other hand to hold his hips steady because Ray can’t ever help it when Walt looks like that, when he does that. “Walt, Jesus - I could fuckin’ die right now.”
Walt pulls his mouth away for a moment to say, “I’d rather you didn’t, because I’m in the car with you. Fuckin’ pull over if you’re gonna lose it.” And then his mouth’s back to work and Ray’s trying to keep his free hand steady on the wheel and his eyes following the lines of the road.
Walt starts sucking harder, as if he’s just trying to make Ray crash them into a ditch, and Ray can’t help it that he applies a bit of pressure to the back of Walt’s head. Walt makes a small sound, and Ray can feel the head of his cock against the guy’s throat.
When Walt unclenches the hand he has around Ray’s cock, Ray almost feels relief, but then his mind honest to God goes blank when Walt braces himself with one hand on Ray’s thigh and the other on his hip and swallows him down.
“Oh shit. Your fuckin' mouth, Walt,” Ray breathes, and he swerves onto the shoulder of the road because he’s about to come so hard that he absently thinks he might die from it. Walt pulls of Ray’s cock just as Ray comes, and his jizz shoots all over the dash, steering wheel, and windshield.
“Wha - did we just crash?” Walt exclaims, voice a bit raw from deep-throating and possibly from surprise that they’re parked.
Ray moans and lets his head fall against the headrest of his seat. “You could say that.”
Walt sits up and grins at him. “Feel better?”
Ray laughs and pulls him in for a kiss. “You always make me feel better,” he says, and he doesn’t care that he sounds like a fuckin’ pansy-ass right now. Walt does that to him sometimes. “I have to say, though, that this may be your best method yet.”
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This was adorable and funny and SO HOT OH MY GOD. I loved it, loved the banter and Ray being such a bitch and Walt so calm and used to dealing with him. And uuugggh, Walt, you kinky little thing. He's so SEXY when he's like that.
I love you and I love that you wrote this. YAY!
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And I love your icon btw :D
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THIS. I had no OTP forever -- I prided myself on my multi-pairing love! But apparently Ray/Walt has crept up on me, and you, apparently! They're spreading. It's a fact.
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