Tour Tales
Title: Tour Tales
Authors: k_in_buffalo & trollstroll
Fandom: Mindless Self Indulgence/My Chemical Romance
Category: One shot; experimentation...
Pairing: Jimmy Urine/Ray Toro
Rating: NC-17, very much so...
Warning: Watersports... really.
Word Count: ~5,500
Summary: Ray can’t help but wonder if the rumors about Jimmy Urine are true... and they are...
Authors’ note: Originally written as an RP...
Ray was in the middle of discussing dinner plans with Bob when he saw Gerard heading for the backstage area; no doubt to go visit LynZ. Waving off the drummer with non-committal grunt at whatever suggestion he'd made, Ray made a bee-line for Gerard. "Hey!" He hollered out as he trotted up beside their vocalist. "Gee Gee, can I come with you?"
Blinking, Gerard regarded him curiously. "...I'm just going to see LynZ..."
"Yeah. So, can I come with you?" Ray repeated ignoring Gerard's facial expressions. "Please?" He whined.
"I gue..."
Ray smiled wide and directed Gerard in the right direction with a hand place precariously on his lower back. "Kay! Let's go..."
Gerard stopped in his tracks and quirked an eyebrow at the guitarist; clearly assuming that the guy was either drunk or something else entirely. Stoned maybe?
Ray sighed. "Well, are we going or not?"
And Gerard, finally having given up on his expression having any effect on Ray, started to follow along numbly only to stop again.. "Seriously, what the fuck is up with you?"
"Are we going now or not?"
"No, not until you tell me what the fuck is up..."
"Gerard."
"Raymond."
"Please?" Ray finally asked with an utterly pathetic look on his face.
Gerard pursed his lips but led the way. "...fine. But this ain't over Toro..."
***
"Hey LynZ..." Ray smiled as him and Gerard walked backstage. He waved at the two of them as they quickly wove their hands together, smiled dumbly at each other and immediately exited the room... leaving him alone with the man of the hour; Little Jimmy Urine.
Jimmy was sprawled on the sofa in the small backstage area the opening acts had been assigned; a bottle of beer in one hand and a sour look on his face. He remembered the days when My Chemical Romance opened for them. "Fuck, shit’s water under the mother fucking bridge." he muttered. He didn't harbor resentment for the other band, he just wished his shit got the acclaim MSI fucking deserved. "Need to write something radio friendly." he added thoughtfully, then dissolved into laughter. Why the fuck was Ray Toro hanging around in the slums trying so hard to watch him without looking right at him. And people said he was creepy
Stalking awkwardly over to the couch, Ray perched himself on the arm and looked down at the guy. "... your guys' show kicked ass earlier...." Like Jimmy didn't know that already. Nice, Toro. You're an idiot.
Jimmy looked up at Ray and squinted, "Thanks man, but don't lie. We sucked ass. Kitty played like a chimp, Steve sounded like he was on ludes all night, Lynz was too busy thinking about Gerard's cock to play in tune and I really should be arrested for performing that fucking shitty. It should be a crime, seriously." Everything Jimmy said was utter bullshit, they'd been spot on and had the crowd jumping, Jimmy was just a prick.
"Uh... ain't that the point?" Ray questioned with raised eyebrows. He'd always assumed the point of MSI was to be as brutally offensive as possible... and if others thought that sucked... then so be it. In any case, if that was a crime then Ray most definitely had a thing for criminals. Though, he somehow couldn't quite see Jimmy in an orange jumpsuit. Pink, maybe but orange? Definitely not.
"Uh..." Jimmy echoed. "No, not really. I would like us to not sound like we just crawled out of a garage." But he grinned up at Ray and winked. He couldn't be a total dick. Toro seemed like an okay guy. "So Whatcha doing here? Slumming or did Gee just abandon you for some pussy?"
"Garages aren't exactly a bad place to crawl from..." Ray actually rambled out loud before he caught Jimmy's wink. Smiling, he tipped his head back a bit finally catching on. Oh! And would Jim seriously be insulted if he admitted he might be, most definitely was actually slumming a bit? "... I wouldn't call it slumming, you know?" Ray finally answered hoping that he got the fact across that he didn't see Jimmy in that low of a light. Or even if he did, it didn't affect how much he actually looked up to the guy's band.
With a raised eyebrow Jimmy looked up at Ray again. What exactly did he want? It wasn't as if they'd hung out before. "So Raymond, want a beer? It's swill but it'll kill brain cells." The guy was not half bad looking from this vantage. Jimmy wondered if he liked cock. It was hard to tell with MCR. Jimmy had thought Gerard was queer as a football bat till he started banging LynZ.
"Yeah, okay..." Ray replied agreeably. He took the bottle from Jimmy with a slight smirk of his own that he'd stolen off of Gerard nearly a decade ago. Sad thing was that he knew exactly what a beer would do to him in present company... and he knew he should stand up and walk the fuck right out of there that very moment. But, he didn't. Instead, he brought the bottle to his lips and guzzled half of it in one unending sequence of gulps. Jimmy had been right... it was swill but still it was an excuse not to leave. "...so?"
Jimmy watched Ray's Adam's Apple bob as he drained the bottle; a grin spreading across his face. Yeah, I think I could definitely see that throat gulping something else, oh Baby. Jimmy leaned over and fished in the cooler at his feet again, opening another for himself and passing Ray a second. "You swallow like a man after my own heart." Jimmy told him as he offered it, wriggling his eyebrows then cackling.
Pulling the empty bottle from his lips with a small gasp, Ray chuckled and cut his eyes down at Jimmy. Was he really up for doing this shit? Gee knew he was here, after all... He shoved the doubts from his head and immediately took the newly offered beer and smiled coyly for a brief moment before drinking down at least a third of his current bottle. Finally, oxygen was no longer a deniable physical need and Ray pulled the beer from his lips. "...that so?" He replied cryptically all but eyeing Jimmy up.
"Dude?" Jimmy asked, still grinning wildly. He hadn't pegged Toro as someone to come creeping for a little bit of Jimmy Urine after a show. Maybe Mikey or Frankie, but the only one he'd have thought less likely from MCR to hit on him was that brute of a drummer. If he was right and Ray was flirting he could get behind that shit. The guy had great guns, thick thighs and Jimmy could easily see himself winding his fingers through all that hair and yanking.
Ray polished off his second beer and leaned over Jimmy to grab a third one. "...it's cool if I have 'nother, right?" He asked in a breathy high pitched voiced that he loathed to claim as his own before reaching in the cooler and snagging a third. Ray'd barely reclaimed his perch on the couch before the third bottle was at his mouth. There was only one way he knew to get the balls to ever go through with his urges concerning these types of things... and that was drinking hard and drinking fast. "... you wanna get outta here?" Ray asked randomly looking around the scarcely private room.
Jimmy almost flailed, but stopped himself before he looked like a complete spaz. "Yeah, sure man. I got nothing better to do." His ear to ear smile hopefully took any sting out of the smartass reply. He didn't even care that Ray obviously needed a little liquid courage. This was going to be too much fun. He drained his own bottle and stood, offering an elbow to the man on the sofa arm. "Your chariot or mine, Mr. Toro? Hmmm... on mine we'll have to listen to LynZ scream like the slut she is. On yours, a bunch of geeks playing video games. Instead let’s go out behind the stage. We can pretend like we're teenagers behind the bleachers. I'll be the cheerleader and you can be the starting quarterback. Maybe I'll let you go all the way if you promise not to get me pregnant."
Ray hesitated for all of ten seconds before jumping to his feet. This was dangerous shit. And this was clearly how bad his obsessions were getting. He lingered over the cooler long enough to finish his third beer and grab another before following after Jimmy like a long lost puppy; a smile wider than Texas spread across his lips. Ray's limbs tingled with anticipation and curiosity as he pondered all the shit he'd heard about MSI's lead. If even half of it was true, he was seriously going to spend the rest of the tour hiding from Gerard... drunk as a skunk.
"So big boy..." Jimmy simpered in a comic falsetto, hanging himself off Ray's arm and leading him away from the hospitality area out into the arena. "I'm well versed with the little stage... You gonna show me the big time?" He glanced from the main stage to Ray's crotch and back to the big stage. He too had heard rumors.
Smirking at just how fitting this shit would all be behind Linkin Park's set, Ray swallowed loudly and licked his lips at Jimmy's obvious double entendre. Shit. Word got around fast... too bad it hadn't back in High School... Never one to shy away from atypical male touching, thanks, Gerard, Ray grasped Jimmy's wrist gently and led him towards the most private area of the stage. If it was exhibitionist shit that the guy wanted, he was going to get it. Ray just prayed he was sober enough to make it through the episode without actually being caught. He also hoped that Jimmy caught that he was indeed interested in whatever little tryst they were about to have... he just wasn't that great at flirting until he had at lest two more beers in him.
Ensconced in an area that was only semi-public and totally deserted Jimmy leaned against a pile of amplifiers, a knee cocked so that one sneaker covered foot rested against them. "So what did you have in mind, Raymond?" he asked, for once not lapsing into either a joking or sarcastic tone. His dark eyes burrowed into Ray's searching. Was he really into this shit?
God, how the hell did he even answer a question like that? For a fleeting second, Ray wished he had half the natural charisma and appeal that Gerard had. Gerard would have known how to play it coy and lure a guy... or girl in. But not him. "... you know..." He shrugged off then pinched a face at himself upon realizing that actually Jimmy probably did not know. Ray took a step forward and then another until his face was literally and inch away from the other man's. Not to mention that a single deep inhale or exhale would shove their chests together... Licking his lips, he finally added, "...this..." and grabbed the back of Jimmy's long neck and jerked him forward until their lips smashed together with a harsh sounding clash of teeth.
Jimmy's hands went straight to Ray's waist, sliding under his tight t-shirt to touch bare skin. Oh, goddamn... who'd have thought Ray Toro was that bold... I like it! he thought as he got into the kiss, shoving his tongue past Ray's lips and jerking him closer. The leg that had been propped on the amp snaked around Ray's calf. Panting a bit he broke the kiss and grinned. "Raymond Baby, if you suck cock half as good as you kiss, I totally will let you fuck me right here and now."
Wordlessly, Ray slid to his knees in front of Jimmy. He rocked back until his ass was pressed hard into his heels as he looked up at the MSI front man. Without anymore alcohol in his system that four shitty beers, it took a minute before his lust overrode his inhibitions and he was reaching out to undo Jimmy's pink fucking studded belt. His only verbal response was a moan that clawed its way out of his throat as his fingers found and attacked the button and zipper of Jimmy's pants. Ray ran his fingertips in exploring circles over the other man's stomach before hitching his thumbs in the waistband.
Jimmy immediately indulged in his earlier fantasy and wound fingers into Ray's bushy hair. "Oh and he can take a hint too! Raymond keep this up and you might just steal my dirty little heart." he quipped and bucked his hips just a bit against the fingers fumbling to get his pants down. "Fuck", he muttered as Ray succeeded in getting his pants and pink boxer briefs down around his thighs. This was just what he needed, a hot Latin lover for an unexpected tour fling. What a way to get some spice into life.
Narrowed eyes glanced briefly up at Jimmy before he purposefully pulled against the grip on his hair. Ray leaned forward licking his lips, eye level with the other man's cock, and moaned loudly. Slurping loudly as he drew the mushroom tip of Jimmy's dick past his lips, Ray growled in the back of his throat at Jim's next antic.
Jimmy snickered at Ray's rumble and eased up his grip a bit, not trying so hard to drag Ray's face into his cock by his fro. "Oh! Growl again, Raymond... you're hot when you’re testy. If I piss you off, will you really fuck me hard?" He bucked his hips, bumping the back of Ray's throat.
Instinct taking over, Ray surged forward the moment Jimmy thrust forward effectively gagging himself on the man's prick. He jerked back when he could no longer take it any longer. Ray gasped an spat out the salvia that threatened to go down the wrong pipe after such mistreatment. His spit flowed over his bottom lip and dripped off his chin. Ray moaned and glanced up at Jimmy just daring him to do something else.
Jimmy saw the challenge in those upturned eyes, practically begging him to fuck with the guitarist. Hands still tight in Ray's curls, Jimmy pumped his hips; not more than Ray could keep up with for the most, though occasionally he'd thrust forward hard and cherish the gags that rewarded him. He reveled in the blowjob for a few good long minutes, Ray had a wide, pretty mouth that felt hot and sweet on his cock. No way he could get off yet though. His bladder, full of cheap beer, was providing too much pressure. It was a feeling Jimmy actually kind of liked. The nickname Urine had most certainly come from more than just the last name Euringer. "Raymond, I gotta take a wicked piss." he muttered and looked down, eyes twinkling with mischief, not letting go so Ray could back away from his cock.
Gut twisting and heart racing so damn fast it felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest, Ray's eyes widened as he looked up at Jimmy. So the rumors were true! Literally humping the air as he surged forward again forcing the head of Jim's prick against the back of his throat roughly, Ray moaned around his mouthful. Hands that had fallen submissively to the back of Jimmy's calves now scrambled to clutch at his hips and ass. Oh, fucking please...
Jimmy's face lit up like a Christmas tree at the enthusiasm in Ray's response. This was the point where most potentials usually told him to fuck off. If Ray shared his favorite fetish they were so going to get along great. Jimmy jerked Ray's head back hard off his cock, absolutely loving the way Ray resisted and his puckered mouth tried to return to him. One hand still in Ray's hair, the other grabbed his own dick, holding it like he might have been at any urinal. He closed his eyes a moment in concentration, willing the stream to flow even though he was swollen with lust. When he felt it finally boiling out of him his eyes snapped open, riveted on Ray's as the first splash hit his face.
Ray couldn't get his fist around his own cock fast enough. Jimmy's piss was dribbling off of his face, through his hair, and soaking into the cotton of his t-shirt. Lips parted as he let the urine slip between them only to be spit out almost immediately, Ray's face contorted into a mask of pain and lust as he groped himself desperately under the tight binding of the edge of his pant's zipper. He hadn't even had time to whip it out before Jimmy had taken aim... and he fucking loved it.
Jimmy groaned at the sight of Ray, eyes squinted shut against the splash, touching himself as he tasted Jimmy's piss. He was damn glad he'd sucked back a good few beers before Ray had appeared and got off even further on the image in his head of Ray later on trying to sneak onto his bus to clean up, covered in his urine. Jimmy flicked his wrist, making sure to thoroughly soak the dark auburn curls, grinning at the way Ray's kinky hair fell into heavy ringlets when wet. "Fuck Raymond, that's hot... and you like it... love it... don't you...Tastes good don't it?"
Moaning and sputtering, Ray nodded; eyes pinched tightly shut. God, yeah he loved it... and he was still reeling from what little alcohol he'd imbibed earlier. The fact that all this shit about Jimmy was for real... it was completely unreal. Rocking against his palm still tucked securely in his pants, Ray leaned forward just enough to coil his tongue around the tip of Jimmy's dick before probing the slit with is tongue. Breathe ragged, he sucked the head into his mouth harshly only to let it go with a very loud pop moments later.
"Oh no, keep doing that!" Jimmy insisted, the fingers still knotted in piss drenched curls dragging Ray's face back to his crotch. He was so fucking close, turned on beyond imagining by the sight and scent of Ray's debauched form before him. "Come on Raymond, just a few more licks to the center of that blowpop, Baby."
Even though he knew better... he fucking knew better in every sense of the word, Ray pushed every ounce of common sense telling him to pull off, to suck hard and fast then pull away. Groaning in a deep tenor that only came out when he was screaming or fucking, he inhaled sharply and slid over Jimmy's length in a near fierce movement and didn't stop until his piss drenched face was pressing against the other man's pubes. Nose flaring as if screaming out for much needed breathe, Ray swallowed once and then twice around Jimmy's cock until he couldn't take it any longer.
Toes curling in the ends of his grubby Chuck's Jimmy shivered. One look at Ray's sodden face, lips pressed to the root of Jimmy's cock looking up at him and Jimmy was yanking him back off. Tempting as it was to just come down Ray's pretty throat Jimmy knew he'd enjoy what came next more if he was hard and needy. He pulled Ray's damp hair hard, tipping his head up towards him and rubbed his swollen cock against Ray's cheek. "Whatcha gonna do about it, Toro? You man enough to get up and make me sorry?"
Wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand, Ray peered up at Jimmy momentarily speechless before a tight lipped, albeit somewhat evil looking, smile spread over his mouth. Standing up and moving further into Jimmy's space against the speakers, he let his superior height lend towards the intimidation of the act. Shit, if he'd known what type of a guy Jim could be he would have approached him earlier. It was fucking perfect. Placing his palm flat against the other man's chest and glancing down with an amused look that only someone as generally relaxed as Ray could pull off covered in piss, Ray asked one simple question that didn't bear repeating. "...lube?"
"Don't tell me you aren't drooling for me, Raymond." Jimmy said somewhere between coy and mocking and bumped his chest out against the restraining hand belligerently.
Drooling? He wasn't implying... he couldn't. Then again despite implications indicating he'd heard about his cock, not to sound full of himself... maybe Jimmy really had no clue. Ray reached out and grabbed Jim's wrist and shoved his hand down the front of his pants enough to give the guy a fucking clue. Because yeah, he was drooling to fuck Jimmy's smart mouth shut but he wasn't about to do it with drool.
"Oh Honey, that's plenty impressive. Lives up to the tour tales! How nice not to be disappointed for a change. But unless you came prepared since you were the one who came looking to get laid, or want to trot back to your bus, just spit on it. I'm a dirty boy it's true, but don't have a tube of KY in my hip pocket for just such an occasion. I can take it, Big Boy." Jimmy squeezed Ray's cock and pulled it out of his jeans. He tipped his head down let his own saliva dribble over the tip and looked back up at ray, spit rolling down his chin and a challenge in his eyes.
Pinching a slightly unhappy face at the predicament, Ray sighed and manhandled Jimmy around until he was pressed face first against the equipment. Sure, he had to shove him back in place a couple times because the dude was seriously a spaz and kept trying to piss him off or something. With an unhappy grunt, Ray stroked himself and cursed the day he'd overheard Gerard discussing this shit because otherwise he would never have even thought about something like this. Seriously, it wasn't his thing like at all. Dropping back to his knees, Ray grumbled in a mildly annoyed tone. "... Jesus, stop squirming..."
Using both hands to spread Jimmy's cheeks apart, Ray thanked his lucky stars that at least the guy didn't have a hairy asshole or something as equally disgusting. He let the salvia gather in his mouth before leaning forward spitting it out over the rim of the other man's entrance. Necessity, he thought as his tongue darted out to lap at Jimmy's hole, it'll be worth it when you're balls deep, Toro... necessity.
The wriggling and token struggle Jimmy had been giving, entirely calculated to piss Ray off, stopped the instant that tongue dragged across his asshole. He kicked his feet wide apart and moaned like a whore. "Oh Raymond, I didn't know you cared." He wailed in his high pitch stage falsetto, his voice breaking and dropping to it's normal pitch on the last word as he thrust his ass into Ray's face.
Literally rolling his eyes at Jim's antics, Ray focused on coating his ass with as much salvia as he could muster. "... m'not an asshole..." He muttered in retaliation before narrowing his eyes and pushing two finger into the other man just to see him squirm from the intrusion. Sure, he could have been slower and started with just one... but dude was seriously pushing him to fuck him dry... wasn't like it was all that extreme in comparison.
Ray'd always overheard people going on and on about how tight someone's ass was. He seriously didn't get that. Yeah, he liked a snug fit but tight implied tense and he just wasn't down with that. So when Jimmy took his finger like a pro nearly opening up for him at the intrusion, it was all Ray could do not to literally lean forward and kiss the man's ass in appreciation. No, he staved off that urge by adding a third finger as he stood. "... well?" Ray asked with a chuckle against the angular curve of Jim's neck.
"Stop pussying around and just fuck me already, Raymond. I like it hard and angry." He fell into his annoying stage squeal again, "Liiiike my Muuuzaaak." Jimmy thrust his ass back at Ray and jiggled it side to side in a come on already gesture. "What? You think you gonna make me cry? Boo hoo..." Jimmy wasn't as moronic as he sounded, he was well aware it was going to hurt like a bitch, but he was relaxed and ready for it and he liked it that way. He didn't really care if Ray left him split and bloody, he wanted to scream for an audience of one.
Jesus, and he thought that the Way Brothers were weird. Ray couldn't help but smile a little at Jimmy's antics and ponder if LynZ was as crazy with Gerard. Yeah, his mind went to places like that when... Refocusing on the smart ass... well, ass in front of him, Ray lined up his cock and pushed forward just enough that Jimmy's hole swallowed the very tip of his dick... when inspiration struck. Yeah, maybe he was too tipsy and/or possibly drunk to actually listen to his muses but fuck it. Reaching over the front man's shoulder, Ray quickly covered Jimmy's mouth with his hand. He felt rather than saw Jim react before he surged forward and gave him exactly what he'd been asking for since he'd left Ray piss drenched and hard as hell.
Jimmy's whole body had tensed when the hand clamped over his mouth, a ripple passing through him as he reacted more strongly to that than the enormous cock beginning to slip into him. "Fuck" he screamed, though it was largely unintelligible shouted into Ray flat palm. This was exactly what he wanted, rough treatment at the hands of the man minutes before he'd had at his mercy and humiliated. He moaned and thrashed and shoved back hard onto the dick impaling him, shrieking as loud as he wanted with Ray's broad hand to muffle the sounds.
There was something that Jimmy wasn't quite clued in on though. And that was the affect that actually getting off by being with another man had on one Raymond Manuel Toro-Ortiz. Sure he was a member of a rather open minded, dare-one-say, gay friendly, but still main stream band... but Ray was not quite so open or friendly concerning himself. Even through the alcohol induced haze of lust as he slammed into Jimmy’s ass, he felt the humiliation burning strong inside his chest. He wasn't like all the other boys... he never had been.
The humiliation at the receiving end of a stream of piss had nothing on how standing there thrusting again and again into another man's ass in wild abandon made him feel. His high pitched tones were back as he gasped louder and louder with each thrust. "... oh, G-god..." Ray stuttered out in time with the roll of his hips.
Jimmy's ass was on fire and it felt like Ray was rearranging his guts and fuck it felt good. Much as he loved howling into Ray's smothering grip, smother was becoming literal, he needed air. Jimmy stuck out his tongue and lapped at Ray's palm, then bit him hard enough to make Ray jerk his hand away. Sucking great lungfuls of air through both his mouth and nose Jimmy actually came, spurred no doubt by the rush of oxygen as much as the rush of Ray's spearing dick.
"Fuuuuuck!" he wailed, feet splayed and ass clasping as he painted the amp in front of him, just conscious enough for the irreverent thought he was glad it wasn't one of his and oh boy would someone be pissed.
Though the act in itself felt way too intimate, Ray buried his face against Jimmy's shoulder as he felt the man's ass convulsing around his dick. His hand was throbbing, fucker had bit him and hard, but he wasn't about to try and silence him again. Sliding his wounded hand up and over an all too male stomach, Ray's gut twisted in an indistinct flare of pleasure and shame and soon he was keening in shrill, breathy tone that was all too feminine to even be his own voice.
And just like every other time he'd ended up in the arms and/or ass of another man, Ray fell headfirst over the edge clinging to his partner like they could actually stop him from landing on the jagged rocks below. It wasn't until his thoughts unclouded and he stepped away from Jimmy that he even contemplated the damage he may or may not have done. He knew better than to play the chivalrous knight with Jim though. Sniffing and giving the man space to move, Ray tucked himself back into his jeans and cut his eyes at him through his now sweat and piss soaked hair.
For a moment Jimmy just leaned on the amp, forehead becoming slowly imprinted with the texture of the mesh covering the speakers inside it. He was sore and sated and his knees felt like jelly. "Goddamn…" he finally muttered as he pulled up his pants and tucked himself away without bother to zip them. He turned and looked at Ray eyes half lidded, face sweaty. "Yeah... Raymond." he dropped into his gayest voice. "Annnytime you want a repeat… Honey, because that was faaaabuuulous!" Jimmy snickered and winked at Ray before speaking plainly. "You might still be able to catch a shower in the dressing rooms, Hun. They are probably still unlocked and deserted by now. Cause you don't want to go back to your bus looking like a drown rat and smelling like a subway platform."
Cheeks burning, Ray nodded and attempted to make some sort of sound of agreement. He always let shit end like this. It's the type of guys you go after, dipshit. First problem with 'em... they're guys! ...not now. Rubbing the back of his neck, and coming away with his hand damp, Ray wrinkled his nose slightly. "... y-yeah, thanks..." He turned to walk away but turned back only to turn and start to walk away again. On the third repeat of this particular act, Ray began cussing himself out; a steady stream of near unintelligible Spanish flowing from his mouth as he trudged onward; head down trying to avoid any eye contact with the scattered instances of people littering the back stage area.
It was with his heart full of thanks at whatever the fuck luck he might have scrounged up that he slid whisper quiet into the dressing rooms, snagged a pair of jeans and a now sweat-stained hoodie he'd abandoned in the rush of My Chem's pre show activities earlier that day. Holding the items away from his current clothes, he slid into the bathroom and turned on the hot water.
Jimmy staggered back to his own bus, jeans hanging open belt unbuckled, looking debauched and happy. Queries of 'who?' from his band and crew met only with a smart ass "Wouldn't you like to know."
***
Jimmy looked up and the huge projection screen to stage left, put his hands on his hips and harrumphed. "Ferard? Sorry kids not happening." He grinned and the ripple of squeals, boos and cheers. "All that hot stuff on stage is just a teasssssssssse." He all but wailed the last word. He dropped into a stage whisper, and made a production of glancing at LynZ and quickly away. "Since it's just us here, let me tell you a secret." He nodded at LynZ sideways and rolled his eyes. "Miss LynZ is a big old slut and her and Gerard..." He raised the thumb and forefinger of one hand curled them into a circle and thrust his other forefinger into it. "Uh huh." He nodded dramatically as LynZ turned six shades of red and giggled.
"Yeah, I thought well maybe Gerard's doing them both. But last night while he was fucking me up against a pile of amps Mr. Ray Toro ruined half my favorite wank fantasies by confirming the Ferard is all in our heads." It was half a load of shit, he and Ray had barely spoken at all, let alone discussed the boys in MCR.
"What's the world coming to? When did all the pretty Emo boys stop fucking?" Jimmy was laughing inside and out as the opening of 'Faggot' streamed out of the speakers. He wondered if a single dipshit in the audience realized the part about Ray wasn't just his schtick."
Authors: k_in_buffalo & trollstroll
Fandom: Mindless Self Indulgence/My Chemical Romance
Category: One shot; experimentation...
Pairing: Jimmy Urine/Ray Toro
Rating: NC-17, very much so...
Warning: Watersports... really.
Word Count: ~5,500
Summary: Ray can’t help but wonder if the rumors about Jimmy Urine are true... and they are...
Authors’ note: Originally written as an RP...
Ray was in the middle of discussing dinner plans with Bob when he saw Gerard heading for the backstage area; no doubt to go visit LynZ. Waving off the drummer with non-committal grunt at whatever suggestion he'd made, Ray made a bee-line for Gerard. "Hey!" He hollered out as he trotted up beside their vocalist. "Gee Gee, can I come with you?"
Blinking, Gerard regarded him curiously. "...I'm just going to see LynZ..."
"Yeah. So, can I come with you?" Ray repeated ignoring Gerard's facial expressions. "Please?" He whined.
"I gue..."
Ray smiled wide and directed Gerard in the right direction with a hand place precariously on his lower back. "Kay! Let's go..."
Gerard stopped in his tracks and quirked an eyebrow at the guitarist; clearly assuming that the guy was either drunk or something else entirely. Stoned maybe?
Ray sighed. "Well, are we going or not?"
And Gerard, finally having given up on his expression having any effect on Ray, started to follow along numbly only to stop again.. "Seriously, what the fuck is up with you?"
"Are we going now or not?"
"No, not until you tell me what the fuck is up..."
"Gerard."
"Raymond."
"Please?" Ray finally asked with an utterly pathetic look on his face.
Gerard pursed his lips but led the way. "...fine. But this ain't over Toro..."
***
"Hey LynZ..." Ray smiled as him and Gerard walked backstage. He waved at the two of them as they quickly wove their hands together, smiled dumbly at each other and immediately exited the room... leaving him alone with the man of the hour; Little Jimmy Urine.
Jimmy was sprawled on the sofa in the small backstage area the opening acts had been assigned; a bottle of beer in one hand and a sour look on his face. He remembered the days when My Chemical Romance opened for them. "Fuck, shit’s water under the mother fucking bridge." he muttered. He didn't harbor resentment for the other band, he just wished his shit got the acclaim MSI fucking deserved. "Need to write something radio friendly." he added thoughtfully, then dissolved into laughter. Why the fuck was Ray Toro hanging around in the slums trying so hard to watch him without looking right at him. And people said he was creepy
Stalking awkwardly over to the couch, Ray perched himself on the arm and looked down at the guy. "... your guys' show kicked ass earlier...." Like Jimmy didn't know that already. Nice, Toro. You're an idiot.
Jimmy looked up at Ray and squinted, "Thanks man, but don't lie. We sucked ass. Kitty played like a chimp, Steve sounded like he was on ludes all night, Lynz was too busy thinking about Gerard's cock to play in tune and I really should be arrested for performing that fucking shitty. It should be a crime, seriously." Everything Jimmy said was utter bullshit, they'd been spot on and had the crowd jumping, Jimmy was just a prick.
"Uh... ain't that the point?" Ray questioned with raised eyebrows. He'd always assumed the point of MSI was to be as brutally offensive as possible... and if others thought that sucked... then so be it. In any case, if that was a crime then Ray most definitely had a thing for criminals. Though, he somehow couldn't quite see Jimmy in an orange jumpsuit. Pink, maybe but orange? Definitely not.
"Uh..." Jimmy echoed. "No, not really. I would like us to not sound like we just crawled out of a garage." But he grinned up at Ray and winked. He couldn't be a total dick. Toro seemed like an okay guy. "So Whatcha doing here? Slumming or did Gee just abandon you for some pussy?"
"Garages aren't exactly a bad place to crawl from..." Ray actually rambled out loud before he caught Jimmy's wink. Smiling, he tipped his head back a bit finally catching on. Oh! And would Jim seriously be insulted if he admitted he might be, most definitely was actually slumming a bit? "... I wouldn't call it slumming, you know?" Ray finally answered hoping that he got the fact across that he didn't see Jimmy in that low of a light. Or even if he did, it didn't affect how much he actually looked up to the guy's band.
With a raised eyebrow Jimmy looked up at Ray again. What exactly did he want? It wasn't as if they'd hung out before. "So Raymond, want a beer? It's swill but it'll kill brain cells." The guy was not half bad looking from this vantage. Jimmy wondered if he liked cock. It was hard to tell with MCR. Jimmy had thought Gerard was queer as a football bat till he started banging LynZ.
"Yeah, okay..." Ray replied agreeably. He took the bottle from Jimmy with a slight smirk of his own that he'd stolen off of Gerard nearly a decade ago. Sad thing was that he knew exactly what a beer would do to him in present company... and he knew he should stand up and walk the fuck right out of there that very moment. But, he didn't. Instead, he brought the bottle to his lips and guzzled half of it in one unending sequence of gulps. Jimmy had been right... it was swill but still it was an excuse not to leave. "...so?"
Jimmy watched Ray's Adam's Apple bob as he drained the bottle; a grin spreading across his face. Yeah, I think I could definitely see that throat gulping something else, oh Baby. Jimmy leaned over and fished in the cooler at his feet again, opening another for himself and passing Ray a second. "You swallow like a man after my own heart." Jimmy told him as he offered it, wriggling his eyebrows then cackling.
Pulling the empty bottle from his lips with a small gasp, Ray chuckled and cut his eyes down at Jimmy. Was he really up for doing this shit? Gee knew he was here, after all... He shoved the doubts from his head and immediately took the newly offered beer and smiled coyly for a brief moment before drinking down at least a third of his current bottle. Finally, oxygen was no longer a deniable physical need and Ray pulled the beer from his lips. "...that so?" He replied cryptically all but eyeing Jimmy up.
"Dude?" Jimmy asked, still grinning wildly. He hadn't pegged Toro as someone to come creeping for a little bit of Jimmy Urine after a show. Maybe Mikey or Frankie, but the only one he'd have thought less likely from MCR to hit on him was that brute of a drummer. If he was right and Ray was flirting he could get behind that shit. The guy had great guns, thick thighs and Jimmy could easily see himself winding his fingers through all that hair and yanking.
Ray polished off his second beer and leaned over Jimmy to grab a third one. "...it's cool if I have 'nother, right?" He asked in a breathy high pitched voiced that he loathed to claim as his own before reaching in the cooler and snagging a third. Ray'd barely reclaimed his perch on the couch before the third bottle was at his mouth. There was only one way he knew to get the balls to ever go through with his urges concerning these types of things... and that was drinking hard and drinking fast. "... you wanna get outta here?" Ray asked randomly looking around the scarcely private room.
Jimmy almost flailed, but stopped himself before he looked like a complete spaz. "Yeah, sure man. I got nothing better to do." His ear to ear smile hopefully took any sting out of the smartass reply. He didn't even care that Ray obviously needed a little liquid courage. This was going to be too much fun. He drained his own bottle and stood, offering an elbow to the man on the sofa arm. "Your chariot or mine, Mr. Toro? Hmmm... on mine we'll have to listen to LynZ scream like the slut she is. On yours, a bunch of geeks playing video games. Instead let’s go out behind the stage. We can pretend like we're teenagers behind the bleachers. I'll be the cheerleader and you can be the starting quarterback. Maybe I'll let you go all the way if you promise not to get me pregnant."
Ray hesitated for all of ten seconds before jumping to his feet. This was dangerous shit. And this was clearly how bad his obsessions were getting. He lingered over the cooler long enough to finish his third beer and grab another before following after Jimmy like a long lost puppy; a smile wider than Texas spread across his lips. Ray's limbs tingled with anticipation and curiosity as he pondered all the shit he'd heard about MSI's lead. If even half of it was true, he was seriously going to spend the rest of the tour hiding from Gerard... drunk as a skunk.
"So big boy..." Jimmy simpered in a comic falsetto, hanging himself off Ray's arm and leading him away from the hospitality area out into the arena. "I'm well versed with the little stage... You gonna show me the big time?" He glanced from the main stage to Ray's crotch and back to the big stage. He too had heard rumors.
Smirking at just how fitting this shit would all be behind Linkin Park's set, Ray swallowed loudly and licked his lips at Jimmy's obvious double entendre. Shit. Word got around fast... too bad it hadn't back in High School... Never one to shy away from atypical male touching, thanks, Gerard, Ray grasped Jimmy's wrist gently and led him towards the most private area of the stage. If it was exhibitionist shit that the guy wanted, he was going to get it. Ray just prayed he was sober enough to make it through the episode without actually being caught. He also hoped that Jimmy caught that he was indeed interested in whatever little tryst they were about to have... he just wasn't that great at flirting until he had at lest two more beers in him.
Ensconced in an area that was only semi-public and totally deserted Jimmy leaned against a pile of amplifiers, a knee cocked so that one sneaker covered foot rested against them. "So what did you have in mind, Raymond?" he asked, for once not lapsing into either a joking or sarcastic tone. His dark eyes burrowed into Ray's searching. Was he really into this shit?
God, how the hell did he even answer a question like that? For a fleeting second, Ray wished he had half the natural charisma and appeal that Gerard had. Gerard would have known how to play it coy and lure a guy... or girl in. But not him. "... you know..." He shrugged off then pinched a face at himself upon realizing that actually Jimmy probably did not know. Ray took a step forward and then another until his face was literally and inch away from the other man's. Not to mention that a single deep inhale or exhale would shove their chests together... Licking his lips, he finally added, "...this..." and grabbed the back of Jimmy's long neck and jerked him forward until their lips smashed together with a harsh sounding clash of teeth.
Jimmy's hands went straight to Ray's waist, sliding under his tight t-shirt to touch bare skin. Oh, goddamn... who'd have thought Ray Toro was that bold... I like it! he thought as he got into the kiss, shoving his tongue past Ray's lips and jerking him closer. The leg that had been propped on the amp snaked around Ray's calf. Panting a bit he broke the kiss and grinned. "Raymond Baby, if you suck cock half as good as you kiss, I totally will let you fuck me right here and now."
Wordlessly, Ray slid to his knees in front of Jimmy. He rocked back until his ass was pressed hard into his heels as he looked up at the MSI front man. Without anymore alcohol in his system that four shitty beers, it took a minute before his lust overrode his inhibitions and he was reaching out to undo Jimmy's pink fucking studded belt. His only verbal response was a moan that clawed its way out of his throat as his fingers found and attacked the button and zipper of Jimmy's pants. Ray ran his fingertips in exploring circles over the other man's stomach before hitching his thumbs in the waistband.
Jimmy immediately indulged in his earlier fantasy and wound fingers into Ray's bushy hair. "Oh and he can take a hint too! Raymond keep this up and you might just steal my dirty little heart." he quipped and bucked his hips just a bit against the fingers fumbling to get his pants down. "Fuck", he muttered as Ray succeeded in getting his pants and pink boxer briefs down around his thighs. This was just what he needed, a hot Latin lover for an unexpected tour fling. What a way to get some spice into life.
Narrowed eyes glanced briefly up at Jimmy before he purposefully pulled against the grip on his hair. Ray leaned forward licking his lips, eye level with the other man's cock, and moaned loudly. Slurping loudly as he drew the mushroom tip of Jimmy's dick past his lips, Ray growled in the back of his throat at Jim's next antic.
Jimmy snickered at Ray's rumble and eased up his grip a bit, not trying so hard to drag Ray's face into his cock by his fro. "Oh! Growl again, Raymond... you're hot when you’re testy. If I piss you off, will you really fuck me hard?" He bucked his hips, bumping the back of Ray's throat.
Instinct taking over, Ray surged forward the moment Jimmy thrust forward effectively gagging himself on the man's prick. He jerked back when he could no longer take it any longer. Ray gasped an spat out the salvia that threatened to go down the wrong pipe after such mistreatment. His spit flowed over his bottom lip and dripped off his chin. Ray moaned and glanced up at Jimmy just daring him to do something else.
Jimmy saw the challenge in those upturned eyes, practically begging him to fuck with the guitarist. Hands still tight in Ray's curls, Jimmy pumped his hips; not more than Ray could keep up with for the most, though occasionally he'd thrust forward hard and cherish the gags that rewarded him. He reveled in the blowjob for a few good long minutes, Ray had a wide, pretty mouth that felt hot and sweet on his cock. No way he could get off yet though. His bladder, full of cheap beer, was providing too much pressure. It was a feeling Jimmy actually kind of liked. The nickname Urine had most certainly come from more than just the last name Euringer. "Raymond, I gotta take a wicked piss." he muttered and looked down, eyes twinkling with mischief, not letting go so Ray could back away from his cock.
Gut twisting and heart racing so damn fast it felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest, Ray's eyes widened as he looked up at Jimmy. So the rumors were true! Literally humping the air as he surged forward again forcing the head of Jim's prick against the back of his throat roughly, Ray moaned around his mouthful. Hands that had fallen submissively to the back of Jimmy's calves now scrambled to clutch at his hips and ass. Oh, fucking please...
Jimmy's face lit up like a Christmas tree at the enthusiasm in Ray's response. This was the point where most potentials usually told him to fuck off. If Ray shared his favorite fetish they were so going to get along great. Jimmy jerked Ray's head back hard off his cock, absolutely loving the way Ray resisted and his puckered mouth tried to return to him. One hand still in Ray's hair, the other grabbed his own dick, holding it like he might have been at any urinal. He closed his eyes a moment in concentration, willing the stream to flow even though he was swollen with lust. When he felt it finally boiling out of him his eyes snapped open, riveted on Ray's as the first splash hit his face.
Ray couldn't get his fist around his own cock fast enough. Jimmy's piss was dribbling off of his face, through his hair, and soaking into the cotton of his t-shirt. Lips parted as he let the urine slip between them only to be spit out almost immediately, Ray's face contorted into a mask of pain and lust as he groped himself desperately under the tight binding of the edge of his pant's zipper. He hadn't even had time to whip it out before Jimmy had taken aim... and he fucking loved it.
Jimmy groaned at the sight of Ray, eyes squinted shut against the splash, touching himself as he tasted Jimmy's piss. He was damn glad he'd sucked back a good few beers before Ray had appeared and got off even further on the image in his head of Ray later on trying to sneak onto his bus to clean up, covered in his urine. Jimmy flicked his wrist, making sure to thoroughly soak the dark auburn curls, grinning at the way Ray's kinky hair fell into heavy ringlets when wet. "Fuck Raymond, that's hot... and you like it... love it... don't you...Tastes good don't it?"
Moaning and sputtering, Ray nodded; eyes pinched tightly shut. God, yeah he loved it... and he was still reeling from what little alcohol he'd imbibed earlier. The fact that all this shit about Jimmy was for real... it was completely unreal. Rocking against his palm still tucked securely in his pants, Ray leaned forward just enough to coil his tongue around the tip of Jimmy's dick before probing the slit with is tongue. Breathe ragged, he sucked the head into his mouth harshly only to let it go with a very loud pop moments later.
"Oh no, keep doing that!" Jimmy insisted, the fingers still knotted in piss drenched curls dragging Ray's face back to his crotch. He was so fucking close, turned on beyond imagining by the sight and scent of Ray's debauched form before him. "Come on Raymond, just a few more licks to the center of that blowpop, Baby."
Even though he knew better... he fucking knew better in every sense of the word, Ray pushed every ounce of common sense telling him to pull off, to suck hard and fast then pull away. Groaning in a deep tenor that only came out when he was screaming or fucking, he inhaled sharply and slid over Jimmy's length in a near fierce movement and didn't stop until his piss drenched face was pressing against the other man's pubes. Nose flaring as if screaming out for much needed breathe, Ray swallowed once and then twice around Jimmy's cock until he couldn't take it any longer.
Toes curling in the ends of his grubby Chuck's Jimmy shivered. One look at Ray's sodden face, lips pressed to the root of Jimmy's cock looking up at him and Jimmy was yanking him back off. Tempting as it was to just come down Ray's pretty throat Jimmy knew he'd enjoy what came next more if he was hard and needy. He pulled Ray's damp hair hard, tipping his head up towards him and rubbed his swollen cock against Ray's cheek. "Whatcha gonna do about it, Toro? You man enough to get up and make me sorry?"
Wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand, Ray peered up at Jimmy momentarily speechless before a tight lipped, albeit somewhat evil looking, smile spread over his mouth. Standing up and moving further into Jimmy's space against the speakers, he let his superior height lend towards the intimidation of the act. Shit, if he'd known what type of a guy Jim could be he would have approached him earlier. It was fucking perfect. Placing his palm flat against the other man's chest and glancing down with an amused look that only someone as generally relaxed as Ray could pull off covered in piss, Ray asked one simple question that didn't bear repeating. "...lube?"
"Don't tell me you aren't drooling for me, Raymond." Jimmy said somewhere between coy and mocking and bumped his chest out against the restraining hand belligerently.
Drooling? He wasn't implying... he couldn't. Then again despite implications indicating he'd heard about his cock, not to sound full of himself... maybe Jimmy really had no clue. Ray reached out and grabbed Jim's wrist and shoved his hand down the front of his pants enough to give the guy a fucking clue. Because yeah, he was drooling to fuck Jimmy's smart mouth shut but he wasn't about to do it with drool.
"Oh Honey, that's plenty impressive. Lives up to the tour tales! How nice not to be disappointed for a change. But unless you came prepared since you were the one who came looking to get laid, or want to trot back to your bus, just spit on it. I'm a dirty boy it's true, but don't have a tube of KY in my hip pocket for just such an occasion. I can take it, Big Boy." Jimmy squeezed Ray's cock and pulled it out of his jeans. He tipped his head down let his own saliva dribble over the tip and looked back up at ray, spit rolling down his chin and a challenge in his eyes.
Pinching a slightly unhappy face at the predicament, Ray sighed and manhandled Jimmy around until he was pressed face first against the equipment. Sure, he had to shove him back in place a couple times because the dude was seriously a spaz and kept trying to piss him off or something. With an unhappy grunt, Ray stroked himself and cursed the day he'd overheard Gerard discussing this shit because otherwise he would never have even thought about something like this. Seriously, it wasn't his thing like at all. Dropping back to his knees, Ray grumbled in a mildly annoyed tone. "... Jesus, stop squirming..."
Using both hands to spread Jimmy's cheeks apart, Ray thanked his lucky stars that at least the guy didn't have a hairy asshole or something as equally disgusting. He let the salvia gather in his mouth before leaning forward spitting it out over the rim of the other man's entrance. Necessity, he thought as his tongue darted out to lap at Jimmy's hole, it'll be worth it when you're balls deep, Toro... necessity.
The wriggling and token struggle Jimmy had been giving, entirely calculated to piss Ray off, stopped the instant that tongue dragged across his asshole. He kicked his feet wide apart and moaned like a whore. "Oh Raymond, I didn't know you cared." He wailed in his high pitch stage falsetto, his voice breaking and dropping to it's normal pitch on the last word as he thrust his ass into Ray's face.
Literally rolling his eyes at Jim's antics, Ray focused on coating his ass with as much salvia as he could muster. "... m'not an asshole..." He muttered in retaliation before narrowing his eyes and pushing two finger into the other man just to see him squirm from the intrusion. Sure, he could have been slower and started with just one... but dude was seriously pushing him to fuck him dry... wasn't like it was all that extreme in comparison.
Ray'd always overheard people going on and on about how tight someone's ass was. He seriously didn't get that. Yeah, he liked a snug fit but tight implied tense and he just wasn't down with that. So when Jimmy took his finger like a pro nearly opening up for him at the intrusion, it was all Ray could do not to literally lean forward and kiss the man's ass in appreciation. No, he staved off that urge by adding a third finger as he stood. "... well?" Ray asked with a chuckle against the angular curve of Jim's neck.
"Stop pussying around and just fuck me already, Raymond. I like it hard and angry." He fell into his annoying stage squeal again, "Liiiike my Muuuzaaak." Jimmy thrust his ass back at Ray and jiggled it side to side in a come on already gesture. "What? You think you gonna make me cry? Boo hoo..." Jimmy wasn't as moronic as he sounded, he was well aware it was going to hurt like a bitch, but he was relaxed and ready for it and he liked it that way. He didn't really care if Ray left him split and bloody, he wanted to scream for an audience of one.
Jesus, and he thought that the Way Brothers were weird. Ray couldn't help but smile a little at Jimmy's antics and ponder if LynZ was as crazy with Gerard. Yeah, his mind went to places like that when... Refocusing on the smart ass... well, ass in front of him, Ray lined up his cock and pushed forward just enough that Jimmy's hole swallowed the very tip of his dick... when inspiration struck. Yeah, maybe he was too tipsy and/or possibly drunk to actually listen to his muses but fuck it. Reaching over the front man's shoulder, Ray quickly covered Jimmy's mouth with his hand. He felt rather than saw Jim react before he surged forward and gave him exactly what he'd been asking for since he'd left Ray piss drenched and hard as hell.
Jimmy's whole body had tensed when the hand clamped over his mouth, a ripple passing through him as he reacted more strongly to that than the enormous cock beginning to slip into him. "Fuck" he screamed, though it was largely unintelligible shouted into Ray flat palm. This was exactly what he wanted, rough treatment at the hands of the man minutes before he'd had at his mercy and humiliated. He moaned and thrashed and shoved back hard onto the dick impaling him, shrieking as loud as he wanted with Ray's broad hand to muffle the sounds.
There was something that Jimmy wasn't quite clued in on though. And that was the affect that actually getting off by being with another man had on one Raymond Manuel Toro-Ortiz. Sure he was a member of a rather open minded, dare-one-say, gay friendly, but still main stream band... but Ray was not quite so open or friendly concerning himself. Even through the alcohol induced haze of lust as he slammed into Jimmy’s ass, he felt the humiliation burning strong inside his chest. He wasn't like all the other boys... he never had been.
The humiliation at the receiving end of a stream of piss had nothing on how standing there thrusting again and again into another man's ass in wild abandon made him feel. His high pitched tones were back as he gasped louder and louder with each thrust. "... oh, G-god..." Ray stuttered out in time with the roll of his hips.
Jimmy's ass was on fire and it felt like Ray was rearranging his guts and fuck it felt good. Much as he loved howling into Ray's smothering grip, smother was becoming literal, he needed air. Jimmy stuck out his tongue and lapped at Ray's palm, then bit him hard enough to make Ray jerk his hand away. Sucking great lungfuls of air through both his mouth and nose Jimmy actually came, spurred no doubt by the rush of oxygen as much as the rush of Ray's spearing dick.
"Fuuuuuck!" he wailed, feet splayed and ass clasping as he painted the amp in front of him, just conscious enough for the irreverent thought he was glad it wasn't one of his and oh boy would someone be pissed.
Though the act in itself felt way too intimate, Ray buried his face against Jimmy's shoulder as he felt the man's ass convulsing around his dick. His hand was throbbing, fucker had bit him and hard, but he wasn't about to try and silence him again. Sliding his wounded hand up and over an all too male stomach, Ray's gut twisted in an indistinct flare of pleasure and shame and soon he was keening in shrill, breathy tone that was all too feminine to even be his own voice.
And just like every other time he'd ended up in the arms and/or ass of another man, Ray fell headfirst over the edge clinging to his partner like they could actually stop him from landing on the jagged rocks below. It wasn't until his thoughts unclouded and he stepped away from Jimmy that he even contemplated the damage he may or may not have done. He knew better than to play the chivalrous knight with Jim though. Sniffing and giving the man space to move, Ray tucked himself back into his jeans and cut his eyes at him through his now sweat and piss soaked hair.
For a moment Jimmy just leaned on the amp, forehead becoming slowly imprinted with the texture of the mesh covering the speakers inside it. He was sore and sated and his knees felt like jelly. "Goddamn…" he finally muttered as he pulled up his pants and tucked himself away without bother to zip them. He turned and looked at Ray eyes half lidded, face sweaty. "Yeah... Raymond." he dropped into his gayest voice. "Annnytime you want a repeat… Honey, because that was faaaabuuulous!" Jimmy snickered and winked at Ray before speaking plainly. "You might still be able to catch a shower in the dressing rooms, Hun. They are probably still unlocked and deserted by now. Cause you don't want to go back to your bus looking like a drown rat and smelling like a subway platform."
Cheeks burning, Ray nodded and attempted to make some sort of sound of agreement. He always let shit end like this. It's the type of guys you go after, dipshit. First problem with 'em... they're guys! ...not now. Rubbing the back of his neck, and coming away with his hand damp, Ray wrinkled his nose slightly. "... y-yeah, thanks..." He turned to walk away but turned back only to turn and start to walk away again. On the third repeat of this particular act, Ray began cussing himself out; a steady stream of near unintelligible Spanish flowing from his mouth as he trudged onward; head down trying to avoid any eye contact with the scattered instances of people littering the back stage area.
It was with his heart full of thanks at whatever the fuck luck he might have scrounged up that he slid whisper quiet into the dressing rooms, snagged a pair of jeans and a now sweat-stained hoodie he'd abandoned in the rush of My Chem's pre show activities earlier that day. Holding the items away from his current clothes, he slid into the bathroom and turned on the hot water.
Jimmy staggered back to his own bus, jeans hanging open belt unbuckled, looking debauched and happy. Queries of 'who?' from his band and crew met only with a smart ass "Wouldn't you like to know."
***
Jimmy looked up and the huge projection screen to stage left, put his hands on his hips and harrumphed. "Ferard? Sorry kids not happening." He grinned and the ripple of squeals, boos and cheers. "All that hot stuff on stage is just a teasssssssssse." He all but wailed the last word. He dropped into a stage whisper, and made a production of glancing at LynZ and quickly away. "Since it's just us here, let me tell you a secret." He nodded at LynZ sideways and rolled his eyes. "Miss LynZ is a big old slut and her and Gerard..." He raised the thumb and forefinger of one hand curled them into a circle and thrust his other forefinger into it. "Uh huh." He nodded dramatically as LynZ turned six shades of red and giggled.
"Yeah, I thought well maybe Gerard's doing them both. But last night while he was fucking me up against a pile of amps Mr. Ray Toro ruined half my favorite wank fantasies by confirming the Ferard is all in our heads." It was half a load of shit, he and Ray had barely spoken at all, let alone discussed the boys in MCR.
"What's the world coming to? When did all the pretty Emo boys stop fucking?" Jimmy was laughing inside and out as the opening of 'Faggot' streamed out of the speakers. He wondered if a single dipshit in the audience realized the part about Ray wasn't just his schtick."