Fic: The Boys of Summer
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When You’re Finally on the Same Page
When James caught up with him, Ray must have still been making a face, because Dewees just chuckled at him.
“You are adorable,” James smiled. “Even your hair is adorable.”
“My hair is not adorable.” Ray was glowering.
“It is.” Dewees’s smile was something to behold. Like, he wasn’t making fun of Ray exactly, but he was sure as hell having a good time.
“It is not. It’s badass, and don’t you forget it.” Ray was fairly certain that a tiny smile was undermining his point.
“Look, I’m not saying that it isn’t badass,” Dewees assured, taking Ray’s hand and gently guiding him down the hallway. “You hair is totally badass. It is the peak of badassery. I have seen the fro in action and it is hardcore. It’s also, like, sentient.”
Ray had gone from glowering to halfway-terrified, being led down a hotel hallway by his keyboardist to a room they were sharing. Like, Sharing, with a capital S. Like an S. Like how Sex Was Going to Probably Happen. He tried not to trip over his own shoes as he thought about it. This shit would have been so much easier if he’d brought a guitar.
“Hey,” Dewees said, pausing in front of the door. “Stop freaking out. It’s all cool.”
“I’m not freaking out.” Ray fumbled with the key. “Shit.” He swiped it twice more before the little green goddamn light would come on. “Okay, not much.”
The door clicked shut behind them, and Dewees eased into Ray’s space, took his bag, and sat it on the floor along with his little suitcase. James stepped back up to Ray, close enough that their clothes brushed together. The smile on his face was quieter, calm, hopeful and open. Dewees finally leaned in, up a little on his toes and touched his lips to Ray’s. Ray breathed through his nose a little shakily, and kissed back, trying to tilt his face right. It was easy, though, kissing James. He moved slowly, almost lazily, like they had all the time in the world and all he wanted was to make out with Ray for a while. It was kind of like the way Christa kissed on Sunday mornings, or the way Mikey kissed when they woke up in the middle of the night, but sharper, and with more stubble. Ray stopped thinking about it so hard and grabbed the back of James’s head.
Dewees made a pleased noise and backed them up against the wall, hands seemingly everywhere at once, pushing up under Ray’s t-shirt and tweaking nipples, nails scratching down Ray’s back. Ray made a moan into the kiss as he tried to unbutton the million buttons on Dewees’ shirt. James made a pleased noise and started trying to help by pulling Ray’s shirt over his head.
Ray cursed, letting him, then went back to attacking James’s buttons. James ran his fingers over Ray’s shoulder, grinning.
“You know we don’t have to, right?”
Ray looked at him and stopped, a frown drawing down his brow. “James.” He bunched the button-down into his fist, drawing James close until their heads bumped together. “I wanna screw you six ways to Sunday. I’m just... bad at it, okay?”
James pulled back laughing, his eyes creased up in a huge smile. “I’m, ah, pretty sure that’s not true, or I’d hear something other than satisfied groans in the back studio.” Enough buttons undone, he pulled his shirt over his head.
“I only did that once!” Ray protested. “And anyway you know what I mean. Not screwing, the--” he waved his arms vaguely, “getting there.”
“You seem to be doin’ all right so far.” Dewees smiled reassuringly, stealing another kiss while his hands started to work at the zipper of Ray’s jeans.
Ray moved James’ hands out of the way, smiling into the kiss, feeling bold. He could do this. He was good at this. He knew how to get a guy naked. Seriously. So he unbuttoned Dewees’s pants, and unzipped them, letting them fall onto the floor. Then Ray paused, because James had gone commando.
“You’re not, um,” Ray observed, licking his lips. Dewees was hard, cock curving up toward his belly button, tip red.
“Nope,” Dewees grinned wickedly.
“Of course not,” Ray chuckled, rolling his eyes and reaching for James’s dick, his fingers closing around the shaft and giving a little squeeze. Dewees made a choked off noise.
“You’re gonna need more lube if you wanna do anything with that,” Dewees encouraged, hips rocking forward a little.
“Yeah,” Ray agreed. “But there’s time for that later. I’m gonna need you on your knees on the bed for what I want to do with you.”
“You’ve had worse ideas,” James fucking smirked, kissing Ray deeply again, and helping Ray out of his jeans and underwear, the multi-tasker. Ray kicked out of his boxers and backed Dewees up to the bed, kissing him all the while.
James smirked, turned and crawled onto the bed, making a point to spread his knees wide and look over his shoulder with a smile still on his face. Ray licked his lips. He did, so very much, like what he saw. Dewees smiled like he knew it. Fucker probably did. He was all broad shoulders and strength, olive-tinted skin shaded with hair, and a rounded ass that Ray could look at for hours.
“Gonna fucking kill me, Jesus,” Ray muttered, quickly digging lube and a condom from his overnight bag.
“Only a little death,” James winked, laughing.
“Did you get that line from Frank?” Ray asked, incredulous, feeling momentarily triumphant as he finally found supplies. “Actually, I don’t want to know just how much time you two take to come up with really bad lines to outdo each other with.”
“Not as much as you would think,” Dewees promised. “Now, back to more pressing matters.”
“You’re terrible,” Ray grinned walking back over to the bed and dropping the condom near James’ knee. “Why do I even like you?”
“‘Terrible’? I think you said that wrong-- it’s pronounced ‘delightful,’” James corrected, emphasizing his words with a roll of his hips.
“Yet so cheesy.” Ray continued, somehow only fumbling the cap on the lube in response, and not, say, forgetting his own name.
“Part of my irresistible charm,” James beamed as Ray finally got the lube open, squirting some in his palm to warm.
“This is the part where I’m supposed to say something about showing you charm, aren’t I?” Ray asked, coating his fingers and resting his other hand on James’s ass, fingers curling around his left hip.
“No,” Dewees answered. “Actually, I’m counting on this being the part where you shut me up, Toro.”
In response, Ray slid his first finger in, working past the tight ring of Dewees’s asshole, causing James to let out a groan and push back a little. “More,” Dewees encouraged. “Come on, more. Been waiting, fucker.” Ray grinned, leaning forward to stroke the skin of James’s back, kissing his shoulder blade to distract him from the burn as he tucked his middle finger in with the first, slowly working Dewees’ hole, scissoring, opening James wider as he rolled his hips and moaned.
“You should see yourself,” Ray admired. “Dewees, Christ.”
“I’ll show you something, fuck,” Dewees groaned. “Three. Gimme, three. C’mon, Ray.”
Ray kept taking his time, though, waited until his two fingers slid easily until adding the third, all while Dewees cursed and begged and moaned. It made Ray’s breath catch in his throat. He almost couldn’t believe that he was getting to have this. That he was the one making Dewees babble incoherently into the bend of his elbow. It was amazing and Dewees was so hot strung out like this, reduced to moans because of his fingers.
“Ready for my cock?” Ray asked, twisting his fingers deep and pushing against the prostate. Ray had been more than ready since Dewees got onto the bed. Hell, he would have been ready since that first jam, if he’d had the wits to know what he’d really wanted. But he would wait if he had to. He’d let Dewees call this.
“Oh sweet Jesus, yes,” Dewees answered, thighs trembling. “Fucking fuck me already. Stop being such a fucking tease. Ray. C’mon.”
“Yeah, okay,” Ray agreed, removing his hand and reaching for the condom. Dewees wanted to. He was ready and waiting and willing and still looked hot as hell all flushed where Ray had opened him up.
Ray only fumbled the condom packet a couple times, but finally managed to get it open with his teeth. He clumsily rolled it on and took a steadying breath. Finally. He smiled to himself as he palmed some more lube over his dick.
“Ray,” Dewees gasped as Ray lined up, cock pushing against his hole. “C’mon.”
Ray rolled his hips, pushing in slowly doing his best not to simply pound Dewees relentlessly down into the mattress. They’d been waiting. He wanted to make it good. Wanted to make it build slowly.
“Holy shit,” Ray moaned and his voice sounded fucked-out and a little awed even to his own ears, as he bottomed out, his balls flush with Dewees’s hole.
“Fuck,” Dewees’s head dropped down, his back bowed. “Fucking move already. Ray.”
His hands gripped Dewees’s hips, fingers pressing into hipbones, Ray pulled out slowly and pushed in again, slowly building up a rhythm. Dewees shifted, encouraging Ray to shoot deeper, moaning every time Ray hit him just right. Both of them moaned and panted as Ray reached around to jerk off Dewees in time with his thrusts, his hand still slick from the lube.
Dewees lost the ability to form words and instead chose to moan increasingly loud, guttural sounds. Somehow managing to get out the words, between panting, “Close. Gonna. Ray. Fuck. Shit. Goddamn. Fuck. Nnnngghh.” Dewees came, shooting hot all over Ray’s hand and Ray moaned, his hips stuttering. He was on the brink, so close.
“C’mon Ray,” Dewees panted, encouraging. “Yes. C’mon.”
Ray gave three more deep thrusts and came with a grunt. His thighs burned and he collapsed, half on Dewees and half on the bed, propped on his arm, to catch his breath.
“Fuck,” Ray said intelligently.
“Yeah,” James managed, “It was good for me too.”
“You’re delightful” Ray muttered, but he couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice or off his face.
“I think the word you are looking for is ‘terrible,’” James said giggling, then hissed as Ray pulled out.
“I’ve got some words for you,” Ray threatened, but he was giggling as he rolled off to tie off the condom.
“Oh, I have no doubt you can be truly eloquent when you take the notion to be,” Dewees winked at him as he stood, reaching a hand out for Ray.
“Why do you want me to stand?” Ray asked, puzzled.
“See? And observant as hell,” Dewees grinned, pulling Ray up.
“Now you’re just making fun of me,” Ray grumped, fighting a smile.
“No, I’m just trying to get you to shower with me, so we can then sleep for a little, wake up and fuck all over again,” Dewees explained reasonably.
“I can work with that,” Ray smiled. He really could. Right now, he felt like he could work with anything the universe wanted to hand him, because he had his friends, his lovers, his band on his side, all of them smart and hot and amazing and talented. Maybe this tour was a good idea after all.
When You’re Finally on the Same Page
When James caught up with him, Ray must have still been making a face, because Dewees just chuckled at him.
“You are adorable,” James smiled. “Even your hair is adorable.”
“My hair is not adorable.” Ray was glowering.
“It is.” Dewees’s smile was something to behold. Like, he wasn’t making fun of Ray exactly, but he was sure as hell having a good time.
“It is not. It’s badass, and don’t you forget it.” Ray was fairly certain that a tiny smile was undermining his point.
“Look, I’m not saying that it isn’t badass,” Dewees assured, taking Ray’s hand and gently guiding him down the hallway. “You hair is totally badass. It is the peak of badassery. I have seen the fro in action and it is hardcore. It’s also, like, sentient.”
Ray had gone from glowering to halfway-terrified, being led down a hotel hallway by his keyboardist to a room they were sharing. Like, Sharing, with a capital S. Like an S. Like how Sex Was Going to Probably Happen. He tried not to trip over his own shoes as he thought about it. This shit would have been so much easier if he’d brought a guitar.
“Hey,” Dewees said, pausing in front of the door. “Stop freaking out. It’s all cool.”
“I’m not freaking out.” Ray fumbled with the key. “Shit.” He swiped it twice more before the little green goddamn light would come on. “Okay, not much.”
The door clicked shut behind them, and Dewees eased into Ray’s space, took his bag, and sat it on the floor along with his little suitcase. James stepped back up to Ray, close enough that their clothes brushed together. The smile on his face was quieter, calm, hopeful and open. Dewees finally leaned in, up a little on his toes and touched his lips to Ray’s. Ray breathed through his nose a little shakily, and kissed back, trying to tilt his face right. It was easy, though, kissing James. He moved slowly, almost lazily, like they had all the time in the world and all he wanted was to make out with Ray for a while. It was kind of like the way Christa kissed on Sunday mornings, or the way Mikey kissed when they woke up in the middle of the night, but sharper, and with more stubble. Ray stopped thinking about it so hard and grabbed the back of James’s head.
Dewees made a pleased noise and backed them up against the wall, hands seemingly everywhere at once, pushing up under Ray’s t-shirt and tweaking nipples, nails scratching down Ray’s back. Ray made a moan into the kiss as he tried to unbutton the million buttons on Dewees’ shirt. James made a pleased noise and started trying to help by pulling Ray’s shirt over his head.
Ray cursed, letting him, then went back to attacking James’s buttons. James ran his fingers over Ray’s shoulder, grinning.
“You know we don’t have to, right?”
Ray looked at him and stopped, a frown drawing down his brow. “James.” He bunched the button-down into his fist, drawing James close until their heads bumped together. “I wanna screw you six ways to Sunday. I’m just... bad at it, okay?”
James pulled back laughing, his eyes creased up in a huge smile. “I’m, ah, pretty sure that’s not true, or I’d hear something other than satisfied groans in the back studio.” Enough buttons undone, he pulled his shirt over his head.
“I only did that once!” Ray protested. “And anyway you know what I mean. Not screwing, the--” he waved his arms vaguely, “getting there.”
“You seem to be doin’ all right so far.” Dewees smiled reassuringly, stealing another kiss while his hands started to work at the zipper of Ray’s jeans.
Ray moved James’ hands out of the way, smiling into the kiss, feeling bold. He could do this. He was good at this. He knew how to get a guy naked. Seriously. So he unbuttoned Dewees’s pants, and unzipped them, letting them fall onto the floor. Then Ray paused, because James had gone commando.
“You’re not, um,” Ray observed, licking his lips. Dewees was hard, cock curving up toward his belly button, tip red.
“Nope,” Dewees grinned wickedly.
“Of course not,” Ray chuckled, rolling his eyes and reaching for James’s dick, his fingers closing around the shaft and giving a little squeeze. Dewees made a choked off noise.
“You’re gonna need more lube if you wanna do anything with that,” Dewees encouraged, hips rocking forward a little.
“Yeah,” Ray agreed. “But there’s time for that later. I’m gonna need you on your knees on the bed for what I want to do with you.”
“You’ve had worse ideas,” James fucking smirked, kissing Ray deeply again, and helping Ray out of his jeans and underwear, the multi-tasker. Ray kicked out of his boxers and backed Dewees up to the bed, kissing him all the while.
James smirked, turned and crawled onto the bed, making a point to spread his knees wide and look over his shoulder with a smile still on his face. Ray licked his lips. He did, so very much, like what he saw. Dewees smiled like he knew it. Fucker probably did. He was all broad shoulders and strength, olive-tinted skin shaded with hair, and a rounded ass that Ray could look at for hours.
“Gonna fucking kill me, Jesus,” Ray muttered, quickly digging lube and a condom from his overnight bag.
“Only a little death,” James winked, laughing.
“Did you get that line from Frank?” Ray asked, incredulous, feeling momentarily triumphant as he finally found supplies. “Actually, I don’t want to know just how much time you two take to come up with really bad lines to outdo each other with.”
“Not as much as you would think,” Dewees promised. “Now, back to more pressing matters.”
“You’re terrible,” Ray grinned walking back over to the bed and dropping the condom near James’ knee. “Why do I even like you?”
“‘Terrible’? I think you said that wrong-- it’s pronounced ‘delightful,’” James corrected, emphasizing his words with a roll of his hips.
“Yet so cheesy.” Ray continued, somehow only fumbling the cap on the lube in response, and not, say, forgetting his own name.
“Part of my irresistible charm,” James beamed as Ray finally got the lube open, squirting some in his palm to warm.
“This is the part where I’m supposed to say something about showing you charm, aren’t I?” Ray asked, coating his fingers and resting his other hand on James’s ass, fingers curling around his left hip.
“No,” Dewees answered. “Actually, I’m counting on this being the part where you shut me up, Toro.”
In response, Ray slid his first finger in, working past the tight ring of Dewees’s asshole, causing James to let out a groan and push back a little. “More,” Dewees encouraged. “Come on, more. Been waiting, fucker.” Ray grinned, leaning forward to stroke the skin of James’s back, kissing his shoulder blade to distract him from the burn as he tucked his middle finger in with the first, slowly working Dewees’ hole, scissoring, opening James wider as he rolled his hips and moaned.
“You should see yourself,” Ray admired. “Dewees, Christ.”
“I’ll show you something, fuck,” Dewees groaned. “Three. Gimme, three. C’mon, Ray.”
Ray kept taking his time, though, waited until his two fingers slid easily until adding the third, all while Dewees cursed and begged and moaned. It made Ray’s breath catch in his throat. He almost couldn’t believe that he was getting to have this. That he was the one making Dewees babble incoherently into the bend of his elbow. It was amazing and Dewees was so hot strung out like this, reduced to moans because of his fingers.
“Ready for my cock?” Ray asked, twisting his fingers deep and pushing against the prostate. Ray had been more than ready since Dewees got onto the bed. Hell, he would have been ready since that first jam, if he’d had the wits to know what he’d really wanted. But he would wait if he had to. He’d let Dewees call this.
“Oh sweet Jesus, yes,” Dewees answered, thighs trembling. “Fucking fuck me already. Stop being such a fucking tease. Ray. C’mon.”
“Yeah, okay,” Ray agreed, removing his hand and reaching for the condom. Dewees wanted to. He was ready and waiting and willing and still looked hot as hell all flushed where Ray had opened him up.
Ray only fumbled the condom packet a couple times, but finally managed to get it open with his teeth. He clumsily rolled it on and took a steadying breath. Finally. He smiled to himself as he palmed some more lube over his dick.
“Ray,” Dewees gasped as Ray lined up, cock pushing against his hole. “C’mon.”
Ray rolled his hips, pushing in slowly doing his best not to simply pound Dewees relentlessly down into the mattress. They’d been waiting. He wanted to make it good. Wanted to make it build slowly.
“Holy shit,” Ray moaned and his voice sounded fucked-out and a little awed even to his own ears, as he bottomed out, his balls flush with Dewees’s hole.
“Fuck,” Dewees’s head dropped down, his back bowed. “Fucking move already. Ray.”
His hands gripped Dewees’s hips, fingers pressing into hipbones, Ray pulled out slowly and pushed in again, slowly building up a rhythm. Dewees shifted, encouraging Ray to shoot deeper, moaning every time Ray hit him just right. Both of them moaned and panted as Ray reached around to jerk off Dewees in time with his thrusts, his hand still slick from the lube.
Dewees lost the ability to form words and instead chose to moan increasingly loud, guttural sounds. Somehow managing to get out the words, between panting, “Close. Gonna. Ray. Fuck. Shit. Goddamn. Fuck. Nnnngghh.” Dewees came, shooting hot all over Ray’s hand and Ray moaned, his hips stuttering. He was on the brink, so close.
“C’mon Ray,” Dewees panted, encouraging. “Yes. C’mon.”
Ray gave three more deep thrusts and came with a grunt. His thighs burned and he collapsed, half on Dewees and half on the bed, propped on his arm, to catch his breath.
“Fuck,” Ray said intelligently.
“Yeah,” James managed, “It was good for me too.”
“You’re delightful” Ray muttered, but he couldn’t keep the smile out of his voice or off his face.
“I think the word you are looking for is ‘terrible,’” James said giggling, then hissed as Ray pulled out.
“I’ve got some words for you,” Ray threatened, but he was giggling as he rolled off to tie off the condom.
“Oh, I have no doubt you can be truly eloquent when you take the notion to be,” Dewees winked at him as he stood, reaching a hand out for Ray.
“Why do you want me to stand?” Ray asked, puzzled.
“See? And observant as hell,” Dewees grinned, pulling Ray up.
“Now you’re just making fun of me,” Ray grumped, fighting a smile.
“No, I’m just trying to get you to shower with me, so we can then sleep for a little, wake up and fuck all over again,” Dewees explained reasonably.
“I can work with that,” Ray smiled. He really could. Right now, he felt like he could work with anything the universe wanted to hand him, because he had his friends, his lovers, his band on his side, all of them smart and hot and amazing and talented. Maybe this tour was a good idea after all.