gk, you who are my home, 7a/9, nc17, brad/nate/ray, 5,901
Ray
It takes a second for Ray’s brain to catch up with the rest of his body and for the shock to wear off. He follows Nate out of the bar, because it would kind of suck to hear about his probable rape and murder on the five o’clock news tomorrow. He doesn’t touch Nate though, just stands close enough to him to keep any of the creeps wandering around away.
Ray has no idea what the fuck he’s doing. Well, he knows what he’s doing. He’s out at a bar to pick up a pretty boy to suck his cock because Brad is a dick. He even vaguely knows why he would follow Nate out of the bar to keep him safe. It’s just, now that Nate’s not so much as retching as trying to suck in a sharp breath and breathe, Ray is kind of lost.
He stands there, hands shoved in his pockets while he watches Nate try to get back some modicum of self-control. When Nate’s not so much heaving as trembling a little, Ray nudges Nate’s leg with the toe of his boots. “You done spazzing out yet?”
Nate startles, nearly falling over as he moves to get his feet under him and back away from Ray. He backs up too far, his foot slipping over the edge of the curb, and Ray is moving to catch the front of Nate’s shirt and keep him from falling before he even thinks about it. He doesn’t let go, not even when Nate is staring at him in wide eyed confusion and manages to regain his footing. Nate’s hand is hot and clammy when it touches Ray’s, and he tugs Ray’s hand away from him slowly.
He licks his lips, and it shouldn’t be so distracting when Ray knows the kid just vomited up everything he’s probably eaten in the last week, but his tongue is quick and pink and Ray knows what he can do with it. “You can’t be here,” Nate says, clenching his hands into fists at his side.
”I should probably be telling you the exact same thing,” Ray says, folding his arms over his chest and frowning at Nate. “Do I even want to know why you thought it would be a good idea to wander around this part of town all by yourself? Didn’t your daddy teach you better?”
”That is none of your goddamn business,” Nate flushes. He moves to sidestep Ray, back towards the bar or the parking lot, Ray isn’t entirely sure, but he doesn’t get very far before Ray is catching Nate’s elbow and holding him in place. “Don’t fucking touch me - “
”I think, considering I just saved you from getting shoved into a brick wall and fucked ‘til you bleed, the least you can do is stand and talk for five minutes,” Ray replies. He tightens his grip when Nate tries to pry Ray’s fingers off of him. “Nate.”
”I don’t owe you anything,” Nate snaps at Ray. “I will never owe you anything, especially after what you did to me - “
The words are like a punch to the gut. Ray relaxes his grip on Nate, but Nate doesn’t try to storm off this time. He’s breathing heavily, watching Ray through narrowed eyes, and Ray wonders if he’s going to have another panic attack. “It could have been a lot worse.”
Nate makes a small sound, begrudgingly admitting the truth to Ray’s words. “I wish,” Nate starts. “That you would just leave me the fuck alone, now.” He’s not making eye-contact anymore, the color rising in his cheeks. “It’s none of your business what I do in my free time. I can hang around in seedy bars and get fucked in dark alleys if I want.”
Ray is really not sure what the fuck he’s supposed to say to that. He runs his fingers through his hair slowly, tugging at the messy strands, before making a small sound and nodding. “You know what, whatever. If you want to make a serious mistake and ruin your life forever, I’m not going to stop you. You’re clearly a responsible grown ass man.”
”You’re not nearly as cute as you think you are,” Nate says, shooting Ray a dark look. He takes a step towards the front door of the bar and narrows his eyes when he notices Ray following him. “What the fuck do you want?”
”It’s a bar,” Ray says slowly, giving Nate an incredulous look. “You’re not the only one who left the house with the intents of getting drunk and getting laid tonight, you know. And fuck you, I’m adorable.”
Nate laughs, stressed. “You know what, I don’t even care,” he says, shaking his head. He makes his way back into the bar, the set of his shoulders tense, and Ray follows him. Ray feels absolutely no shame in checking out Nate’s ass as he takes a seat at the bar, and Ray slides into the barstool next to him. Nate’s eyes narrow again and he glowers at Ray. “Would you leave me alone already?”
”The way I see it, you’re a pretty boy sitting alone at the bar,” Ray replies, flashing Nate a brilliant smile. “In case you aren’t familiar with these kinds of places, this is the part where a skeevy scumbag buys you a drink. I thought I would spare you from all the mental scarring that comes from getting hit on by a dude twice your size that wants to be called papa bear and just buy you one instead.”
Nate opens his mouth to object, but the bartender is back in front of them and giving the both of them filthy looks. Nate blinks up at him, almost helplessly, but mostly startled by his sudden appearance.
”He’ll take a Jack and Coke,” Ray says, before Nate can start to flounder or pull his shit together. “Same for me.”
”Jack, straight, on the rocks,” Nate says, shooting Ray a dark look. “You’re not buying me a drink. Fuck off already.”
Ray rolls his eyes, but doesn’t move to leave Nate alone. He notices that Nate isn’t pushing away from Ray, either, and Ray wonders if that’s some kind of sign or if Nate is smart enough to figure out this really isn’t the kind of place he wants to be alone in but is too stubborn to admit it. “So, you know. You can at least talk to me until you finish your drink, since I bought it and all.”
”You didn’t buy my drink,” Nate says, pulling out his wallet and slapping money down on the bar as soon as his glass is slid in front of him. He sends Ray a dark look, just daring him to object, before he picks up his glass and downs most of it in a single gulp. Grimacing, Nate adds, “and I’ve asked you more than once to leave me alone.”
”But you didn’t ask politely and I’m kind of petulant when I want to be,” Ray replies, shrugging a shoulder nonchalantly. He takes a sip from his own glass, swiveling on his barstool to face the rest of the bar, leaning his elbows back on the bar top behind him. “So, tell me. What exactly was it you were looking for here?”
Nate is quiet for a minute, his shoulders hunched as he leans over his drink. He’s tense, beyond obviously, and Ray shoots warning looks to anyone who lets their eyes linger on Nate for more than a few seconds. It’s stupid, because he has no right to be this protective of Nate. By all rights, he shouldn’t even care. Nate isn’t anything to him.
Except, Ray thinks, as much as he pointedly tried not to think about Nate these last few weeks, sometimes he couldn’t help it. It doesn’t even have anything to do with the way it felt to have Nate on his knees before him, though, Ray’s not going to deny that was fuck awesome. Something about Nate lingers around the house, inexplicably, and Ray kind of wants to find out why.
When Ray swivels around on his chair, again, Nate has downed the last of his drink and is gesturing at the bartender for a refill. Ray doesn’t say anything, just quirks his eyebrow, but Nate is pointedly avoiding making eye contact. “So either you’re acting out like a little bitch,” Ray says, which gets Nate to glance over at him. “Or you are seriously way more kinky then Brad and I gave you credit for.”
”I’m not kinky,” Nate says. He rolls his eyes and looks away from Ray again, tracing his finger along the rim of his glass and staring into it contemplatively. “If I give you twenty dollars, will you please leave me alone?”
”No,” Ray says before he even has time to think about it. “But I might if you blow me.” Nate makes a choking sound, but before Nate can object proper, Ray tacks on, “I’d return the favor.”
”Look, I’m not going to blow you ever,” Nate snaps. “Once was bad enough.” Nate glares when Ray makes an affronted sound. “Yes, if it makes you happy to hear it, I came here to get laid. I want someone to shove me against a wall and fuck me hard enough to leave bruises for weeks. I don’t want to be able to walk straight tomorrow. All I want is for you to go away long enough for me to get that. You are the absolute last person I ever wanted to see again so it would be great if you could go back to staying out of my life.”
”Which is exactly what I’m offering here,” Ray points out. It kind of surprises him when the words slip out of his mouth, but who is he to pretend the thought of having sex with Nate against hasn’t been lingering at the back of his mind since he set eyes on him again? Ray would be crazy not to want it. Especially when the last time the circumstances were kind of - well. Still, Nate is kind of perfect. “You already know I can give you what you want and get you off.”
”You’ll forgive me if the last time I let you fuck me doesn’t exactly sit high on my list of favorite encounters,” Nate says wryly, curling his fingers tight around his glass. He doesn’t knock it back, which kind of surprises Ray but he’s a little relieved for, because a shit-faced, stubborn Nate is the last thing he wants to deal with tonight. “Besides, I hardly remember it.”
”Oh, fuck you,” Ray huffs at him. He takes another sip of his drink, reaching out to cover Nate’s with his hand to stop him from taking another drink. “Nate.”
Nate lets Ray take his glass away from him without a fight, which is a surprise, but Ray doesn’t comment on it. “Why are you even here, Ray? Why bother me now?”
Ray ignores the rush of smug pride of Nate calling him by name for the first time all night. He doesn’t have an answer to Nate’s questions though, not really. He’s bothering Nate now because Nate is here when he shouldn’t be and Ray would hate for a pretty thing like Nate to get hurt. Ray comes to these kinds of places often enough to know what kinds of creeps lurk around the corners just waiting to take advantage of a twinky college kid.
Instead of saying any of that, Ray just shrugs his shoulders again. “Let me make this easy for you,” he says, pinching Nate’s arm until Nate looks up and meets his eyes. “We both came here for the same thing. We both know we’ll deliver. You know you can trust me.”
”You kidnapped me,” Nate hisses, dropping his voice and glaring at Ray again.
Ray holds up a finger, frowning at Nate. “That was one time and it had nothing to do with you specifically. I’m not going to apologize for doing my job. The part I was going to point out, is that you know I have no intention of hurting you. There’s nothing to gain from it. We both get what we want. You get to go home safe and in one piece and without having to worry about me changing my mind and killing you halfway through.”
Nate is quiet for a moment, rubbing a hand over his face as he tries to think. “I can’t,” he starts, then stops, shaking his head. He fixes Ray with a serious look, clenching his jaw. “You are quite possibly the only person in the universe who would try to pick up a hostage you once had in a bar.”
”I’m also going to point out that the only reason we fucked the last time was because you offered to spread your legs,” Ray says, downing the last of his drink and smacking his glass back onto the counter. “Brad and I were prepared to…” His words trail off, because there are certain things he can’t say, not even in a bar like this. Ray clears his throat. “Take it or leave it, Nate.”
Nate’s jaw is still clenched, but he looks away from Ray and traces a crack in the bar with his finger slowly. He’s thinking about it, weighing the pros and cons, and Ray doesn’t know whether to laugh or worry about Nate’s apparent lack of sanity. By all right’s, Nate should be getting the hell out of Dodge and putting as many miles between him and Ray as he can. He’s not though, and Ray wonders if Nate was always this reckless and they missed it, or if they fucked him up worse than they thought.
Then, when Ray thinks Nate is just going to ignore him forever and pretend none of this happened, Nate asks, “What about Brad?”
And Ray doesn’t really have a good answer to that. Brad would probably be fucking pissed if he knew Ray was here, talking to Nate, offering to bring him home and fuck him seven ways to Sunday. Nate’s not the only one who should have run away the minute he laid eyes on Ray. Ray is breaking a million rules and regulations just by talking to Nate now.
Ray is Ray though, and he doesn’t care about any of that. Talking to Nate is probably the least dangerous thing he’s done all day, short of the half hour he spent on the phone bitching with Hoosier about dick roommates or fuck buddies or whatever they were calling Leckie and Brad at any given moment. Then again, Brad carries a gun for a living and Leckie is good at hiding bodies, so maybe sitting in a bar with Nate is the least dangerous.
”You don’t have to worry about Brad,” Ray says after a moment, drumming his fingertips against the bar. He shoots Nate a sideways look when Nate manages to look both relieved and a little deflated. Something clicks, then and Ray is torn between teasing Nate and feeling a little jealous. “Unless the only reason you’re considering it in the first place is because you want to be defiled by Brad. Depressed about having missed your chance last time?”
”Fuck you,” Nate says, his cheeks flushing. “The only reason - I’m not considering it. I just drank my Jack too fast.” He looks away from Ray and stares pointedly at the crack in the bar, digging his nail into it and making a frustrated sound. “I should be getting home now.” Nate pushes away from the bar and stands, pulling his wallet out to drop more money on the bar top.
”You can’t seriously be thinking about driving anywhere right now,” Ray frowns, turning on his stool to face Nate. He doesn’t reach out to grab him, to stop him, but he doesn’t need to. He checks to see how much money Nate laid down, before he reaches into his own pocket covers the tab for himself. “At least take a cab before you tuck tail and run.”
”I’m not running,” Nate scowls. He runs his fingers through his hair, tugging at it in stress, before looking at Ray again. “I can’t just leave my car here. If it made it through the night it would probably come back to my father - “
Ray quirks an eyebrow. He reaches for Nate’s belt loop, tugging him in closer before sticking his hand into Nate’s pocket and grabbing his keys. Nate makes a startled sound, but Ray has already pushed away from the bar and Nate and is making his way towards the door. “Do you still drive that shitty Volvo?”
”Give me back my keys, Ray,” Nate says, curling his fingers around Ray’s arm and dragging him to a stop once they reach the parking lot. He tries to grab his keys back, but he’s had enough to drink that his movements aren’t as precise as they should be, and Ray just holds Nate’s keys in a fist behind his back. “I swear to god - “
”You are seriously in no shape to drive,” Ray counters. “You can’t even beat me in a game of keep away. If you won’t let me buy you a drink and you won’t take a cab, the least you can do is make sure I get you somewhere safe for the night. Hey. You’ve been in a car I’ve driven before.”
Nate opens his mouth, probably to ask when, before it clicks in and he makes a face at Ray. “I was unconscious and probably in the trunk of a car. I’m not going to fit in my Volvo’s trunk.”
”Have you tried?” Ray asks, taking a step away from Nate and towards the car. He smiles wolfishly when Nate follows, but he takes his time, careful not to trip and stumble when he can’t even see where he’s going. “I mean, a Volvo’s no Escalade and you’re almost freakishly tall, but I’m pretty sure we could manage it as long as you stay conscious for it. Dead weight is hard to manipulate.”
”How about you give me my keys and I don’t lock you in the trunk?” Nate asks. He keeps moving until Ray is bumping back against a car, the Volvo he notices as he glances over his shoulder, and Nate looks pleased with himself. He grabs the car on either side of Ray’s hips, pinning him in. “Ray. Keys.”
Ray smirks up at Nate, leaning comfortably back against the car and folding his arms over his chest. “I didn’t know you were into that.”
”I’m not,” Nate says, wrinkling his nose. “Why is everything a sex thing with you?”
”Why isn’t everything a sex thing with you?” Ray counters. He clenches his fingers tighter around Nate’s keys when Nate tries to pry them out of his hand, and the sharp edge digs into his palm. He doesn’t let go though and doesn’t hand them over. “The only reason you’re being so stubborn about this is because you know I’m right.”
”And because we don’t exactly have the nicest history,” Nate replies, glaring at Ray. “Ray. I don’t have time for this. Give me my keys back so I can go home.”
”If you go home alone you’ve wasted an entire evening of drinking,” Ray replies. He pushes his hips off the car long enough to put Nate’s keys in his back pocket, and Nate hesitates in reaching back to grab them. “And I’ve wasted a night, too. Lose-lose situation. But. If you come with me, you get laid, I get laid, we’re both happy.” Ray touches a finger to Nate’s nose when he opens his mouth to object. “Brad gets laid, and we are both extremely satisfied with the night.”
”How many times do I have to tell you I don’t want to have sex with you before you get the hint?” Nate asks, scowling at Ray.
”Maybe, but you do want to have a threesome with me and Brad,” Ray says and he knows by the sharp inhale and the way Nate’s cheeks flush that he’s hit the nail on the head. Slowly, Ray reaches for one of Nate’s belt loops and curls his finger through it, urging Nate to move closer. Nate fights the action, but Ray was expecting him to. “Don’t you want that, Nate? I remember the way you were looking at him. You were hoping he’d be the one to fuck you into the mattress last time, not me.”
”I didn’t - “ Nate starts, licking his lips and looking away. “I wasn’t - I don’t want that at all.”
”So you’re not even a little bit curious what it would feel like?” Ray asks, pushing off the Volvo until he’s standing up, pressed against Nate’s front. He doesn’t let Nate step away from him, dragging him in by his belt loops and holding him in place. “You don’t want to know what it’s like to be held down and used, to be passed back and forth until you’re completely spent and can’t possibly take anymore.” Pushing himself up onto his tiptoes, Ray brushes his lips against Nate’s jaw and whispers in his ear, “to be fucked by two people at once?”
Nate sucks in a sharp breath, a shudder running through his body, and Ray knows he’s won. Nate’s hands move from the car to Ray’s hips, grabbing them and pushing Ray away from him. “I am going to regret this,” he says, dropping his head to hide his eyes and biting at his lip. “I can’t believe I’m agreeing to this.”
”You won’t regret it,” Ray says, stepping away from Nate and moving to the driver’s side door. “Trust me. We’ll take care of you and get you home in one piece. So get in the car already.”
Nate hesitates for a moment, watching Ray through wary eyes, but he moves to get in the passenger’s seat. He leans over to unlock the driver’s door, and when Ray slides in, he hands over the keys. “What about your car?” He asks, slouching in his seat seat and stretching out as best he can in it before clicking on his seatbelt.
”Didn’t bring it,” Ray replies easily without looking at Nate. He buckles his own seatbelt before he turns over the ignition, wrinkling his nose at Nate’s taste in music as soon as the radio turns on. He sends Nate a look, unimpressed with the old school rap, before he changes the dial to the country station.
It’s Nate’s turn to wrinkle his nose in disgust, but he doesn’t say anything or try to turn the station back to what he had it at before. He’s trained well, Ray thinks idly with a smug little smile. “Are we going back to your place, then?”
It occurs to Ray that taking Nate back to the house is probably a very bad idea. Like seriously, colossally, Brad will probably never ever talk to him again and kill him slowly and painfully bad. The thing about Nate though, is that he exudes an air of trust. “Yeah,” he says, after a minute. “Assuming I’m not going to have to gut you for telling anyone where it is. Or you could prove we’ve ever done wrong by you or your father in the first place.”
”That’s not what this is about,” Nate says, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t - I’m not dumb enough to think you wouldn’t kill me for that.” He stares out the front window of the Volvo as Ray pulls out of the parking lot, worrying at his lower lip with his teeth. “I just need to know something. Believe me when I say I want nothing to do with you after all of this is over.”
”Well that was just uncalled for,” Ray says, clucking his tongue and shooting Nate an unimpressed look. “Really, my feelings are hurt.”
”Shut up and drive, Ray, before I change my mind,” Nate mutters bitterly, leaning back in his seat and looking out of his window.
Biting his tongue, Ray shakes his head and laughs to himself. He’s probably making a very bad decision, one that will end with his body floating in the Potomac when Brad is done with him. It’s hard to care when Nate is stretched out and trying to look at ease, close enough that Ray could touch him if he wanted to, offering to spread his legs and let Ray have his wicked way with him all he wants.
Nate’s not the only one who’s going to be screwed over this, Ray thinks, but the thought just makes him smile and push down on the gas pedal. He’s always been a little on the reckless side, why should that change now?
- - -
Nate lets his eyes wander across the front of the house, making a noncommittal noise in the back of his throat. “You have a nice place,” he says, like it’s no big deal, but Ray knows he’s trying to figure out exactly what it takes to score a place like this and he’s side-eying all the security cameras and the thick wall.
”Brad has a nice place,” Ray corrects, because the words have been ingrained in him time and time again. He’s so used to Brad wrinkling his nose and pointing out that he owns the place, not Ray, and that Ray is welcome to kindly fuck off and move out at any point. Ray’s still really kind of amazed he got away with moving in in the first place. “And he got it for the garage.”
Nate’s eyes follow Ray’s finger as he points towards the garage, and he makes another vague noise. “I’m going to be honest, I don’t really care about the landscape or the décor here, Ray.”
Ray puts the car into park in front of a side door, flashing Nate a devious little smile. “Good, because I couldn’t tell you shit about all the stuff Brad’s got crammed in there to make it look respectable,” he says.
Nate hmms lightly, staring at his lap and spreading his fingers wide across his thighs. He doesn’t react when Ray touches his elbow, letting Ray trail is fingers down Nate’s arm. The muscles in Nate’s thighs go tense when Ray touches them, his fingers skimming along Nate’s inseam, but before Ray can grope him, Nate is twisting in his seat and pushing up against the door. “Ray.”
”You know you can back out at any time,” Ray says, but Nate just shakes his head and worries at his lower lip.
”That’s not what I - “ Nate starts. He rubs a hand over his face before smiling faintly. He leans forward, across the mid compartment, and curls his fingers into the front of Ray’s shirt. The flush on Nate’s cheeks deepens, his lips red from being bitten, but then he’s leaning in and kissing Ray. It’s hesitant and a little awkward, but then Nate nips at Ray’s lips and a soft sound escapes Nate’s throat.
For a minute, Ray is willing to let Nate have this. Then, he nips at Nate’s tongue roughly before he starts to suck on it, bringing a hand up to grab the back of Nate’s neck and tangling his fingers in the short hairs there. It’s easy to guide Nate where he wants him, to dominate the kiss and force them to keep their lips pressed together until they’re both dizzy and breathless. He doesn’t let up until Nate starts to whine against his mouth, fingers fisted tight in the front of Ray’s shirt and Ray is starting to get uncomfortable with the position.
Trailing kisses along Nate’s jaw, Ray nips at the corner, then does the same to Nate’s earlobe. He trails his tongue along the shell and smirks when Nate moans, shuddering against him. Pulling back, Ray lets his fingers linger to smooth out Nate’s shirt. “In hindsight, that’s completely disgusting,” he says, running a thumb over his own lower lip. “I watched you throw up earlier.”
Nate laughs, startled, and rolls his eyes. Leaning in conspiringly, Nate sucks a kiss into Ray’s jaw before murmuring softly, “and in the next ten minutes, I’m going to go down on you. My mouth will taste like your come on top of everything else.”
”I’m okay with that,” Ray breathes out, tipping his head to the side to give Nate more room to kiss along his jaw. “We should probably go inside now.”
”Probably,” Nate agrees. He lets go of Ray, pulling away, and undoes his seatbelt. He gets out of his car easily, stretching as soon as he’s standing up again, and Ray takes a second to appreciate the lines of Nate’s body and the way his shirt rides up his back before he gets out of the car as well. Nate waits patiently for Ray to lead the way, fumbling to find his own keys in his pocket and unlock the door to the house.
As soon as they’re inside, the door slipping shut behind them, Nate is crowding Ray against the door and nipping at his jaw again. He nuzzles lightly, his breath hot against Ray’s skin, exhaling sharply when Ray slips his hands up under the hem of Nate’s shirt to touch his sides and trace the lines of his hipbones. “I want to go down on you,” Nate whispers. “Let me go down on you.”
It startles a laugh out of Ray to hear Nate ask for permission in between kisses to Ray’s jaw, but then again, he figures that was kind of the point. Nate came here to give up control, Ray should probably start to take it. “Maybe you should get on your knees and try asking nicely.”
For a second, Nate looks surprised, but then he lets out a soft whine and slides to his knees easily. His hands make their way to Ray’s hips and he leans in to kiss Ray’s stomach, rubbing his face against the front of Ray’s jeans and kissing the crease of his thigh. “Please, Ray,” he moans softly, mouthing up along Ray’s zipper. “Please, let me suck your cock.”
Any other time, Ray thinks he might wait until Nate is honestly begging for it before he consents. He’s too impatient for that right now though, instead reaching down to undo his belt slowly while Nate watches with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. Ray stops Nate from reaching for him, taking his time in popping the button and dragging the zipper down.
Ray pulls his cock out of his smalls, pressing his jeans a little further down his thighs to give him more room, before he strokes himself slowly. He smiles when Nate leans in to kiss his fingers, his tongue reaching out to taste, but he doesn’t touch Ray’s dick. It’s enough for Ray to groan and fist a hand in Nate’s hair, dragging him close and ordering him to suck.
Nate doesn’t disappoint. He presses a kiss under the head of Ray’s cock, his tongue quick where it laps at him, tasting, before he mouths kisses down the length of it. He tongues the base, mouthing at Ray’s balls, and he doesn’t stop until Ray tugs at his hair in frustration. Nate takes the hint for what it’s worth, moving back up Ray’s cock to wrap his lips around the head and suck lightly, his tongue rubbing against the slit.
Groaning, Ray lets his head thump back against the door and tugs at Nate’s hair again. He moans as Nate takes his cock deeper into his mouth, his tongue rubbing against the veiny underside, and he hollows his cheeks as he sucks. Ray touches his fingers to Nate’s cheek, thumbing it lightly when he feels his cock in Nate’s mouth. “More.”
Humming, Nate curls his fingers around the base of Ray’s cock and holds it in place. He pulls off long enough to lave his tongue over the head, smearing spit and precome, before he swallows Ray back down. Nate takes him deeper, his lips reaching his hand easily. He sucks hard as he eases off again, bobbing his head slowly. Nate’s fingers loosen, sliding easily over Ray’s shaft through spit. Ray has to tighten his fingers in Nate’s hair just to hold on.
Nate moans around Ray’s cock, jacking him off in time with the bobbing of his head. He sucks hard, thumbing at Ray’s balls before tugging them lightly, but it’s not until Nate starts to hum loudly does Ray come with a bitten off groan and a rough shove of his hips, trying to get as deep into Nate as possible. Nate just lets Ray, his eyes watering as he chokes, but he doesn’t pull off to suck in a sharp breath until after Ray’s done coming down his throat.
”Fuck,” Ray groans, carding his fingers through Nate’s hair messily when Nate pulls back. He moans when Nate runs his tongue along Ray’s cock, lapping away at the wet mess, and Ray has to push Nate away to get him to stop. “You should forever be doing that.”
”Maybe,” Nate says, tucking Ray back into his shorts carefully and smiling up at him. “But then you couldn’t fuck me until I scream myself hoarse,” he adds, his cheeks turning an impossibly darker shade of red, and Ray will admit he has a point. Nate doesn’t move though, not beyond kissing Ray’s belly softly and mouthing at the line of Ray’s hipbone.
There’s a comment on the tip of Ray’s tongue about how Nate has gone from hesitant and aggressive to willing and teasing in almost the blink of an eye, but Ray’s made sharper about turns when it’s come to sex before. It’s not a bad thing, he doesn’t think, and for a few moments he’s content to just run his fingers through Nate’s hair and try to catch his breath again.
”Kitchen,” Ray says after a moment, tugging at Nate’s hair and urging him to move up. He rolls his eyes when Nate leans in for a hesitant kiss and bites at Nate’s lower lip in response. He curls his fingers in Nate’s belt loops after tugging his jeans back up and zipping them halfheartedly, before he stumbles through the hall backwards to lead the way to his destination.
They don’t stop kissing as they move, Ray nipping and sucking at Nate’s tongue, chasing away the taste of his own come until the only flavor left is Nate himself. They stumble, the difference in their heights not exactly making it easy, but Nate makes needy little noises in the back of his throat and Ray has a hard time caring. They make it work and that’s good enough for him.
It’s easy to lose himself in the way Nate’s tongue curls against his own, skimming lightly before darting away, and the way Nate’s body feels so hot pressed against Ray’s own. It’s distraction enough for Ray to bite his own tongue when he hears Brad’s low growl of ”What the fuck”, and he does his best to flash Brad a cheeky grin when he breaks the kiss with Nate. His cheeks are flushed and he’s out of breath, but it’s worth it. “Sup, homes?”
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