On the Straight and Narrow
Title:On the Straight and Narrow
Authors: k_in_buffalo and trollsttroll
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Pairing: Bob/Ray
Rating: NC 17 for mutual masturbation...
Word Count: ~7400
Summary: Bob always thought he was straight, till he and Ray got to talking over one too many Redbull & Beers...
Author's Note: Originally written as an RP...
Ray sat with his back against the foot of the couch, home made Bullblaster in hand. Him and Bob had long ago stopped channel surfing and decided to focus their attentions on the alcohol at hand. They had a half ass game of Yahtzee set up on the coffee table and had started off drinking whenever one of them got the sought after 5, but had quickly said fuck that and idly drank what was left of their beer and Red Bull. The rifts of Angus Young's guitar filtered through Ray's apartment.
It was then that Ray noticed what exactly they'd ended up leaving playing beyond their attention on the television. Will and fucking Grace. Snorting at the TV, he made a half assed pointing gesture at it. "... God, they act like every gay dude is the same... Gerard hasn't ever acted like that, you know?"
Bob snorted and shrugged. "Dude, Gee's bi not a total fruit loop. But come on, he can be pretty damn gay. Even Lindsey's sweet thighs haven't firmed up that wrist. Frank's sorta better. He's dramatic, but it's more in your face than Gerard. That whole punk ethic he works." As a rule Bob tried not to think too hard about the fact three fifths of the band tended to bat for both teams.
"Have you ever seen or heard Gee flip out over a fucking Cher concert... come on..." Ray smirked suddenly. "... he did have Liza Minelli on our last record though..." Giggling, he took another swig of his drink enjoying the sugary sweet taste of the Red Bull as his slid over his tongue wiping away any bitter aftertaste the beer left. "... I just don't get it though... ya know?"
Bob leaned forward and swatted the back of Ray's fuzzy head. "Of course, you don't. If you did, I'd be the token or some shit. You think Mikey's little tour flings are over now that Alicia finally tied him down?"
"...think that depends on Alicia..." Ray took another drink and watched some guy named Jack fawn like all sorts of shit over some stereotypical bullshit like gold lame' or some other stupid thing. "... why would you want to even hook up with a dude if you had her waiting at home for you?" Taking the awkward silence as a queue to continue their game, Ray filled the silence with the sounds of dice rattling inside of a plastic cup. "I would never have done that to Christa..."
"Nah man, you're a stand up guy. You never cheated on her, no matter how many chicks threw themselves at you." Bob told his friend seriously. He knew Ray had taken that break up rough. "I guess Mikey's just... I dunno looking for something else? Maybe he didn't see it as cheating since they were never other girls? Who knows."
Ray nodded in agreement with his buddy and poured the dice out of the cup. "... that's the kicker too, man. Right there. With other dudes... I mean, I've never even kissed a guy..." He picked up the three fours that had rolled out and put them in their little square slots. "... don't get me wrong, I could care less if Gee, Mikey or Frank do... I just... it's weird, you know?"
"You sure Toro? You sound a little iffy there." Bob chuckled a bit nervously, one eyebrow raised. Was this the point where Ray confessed he was gay or bi too? Where Bob discovered he was the lone heterosexual of the group? He knew he was straight. He hadn't had a serious girlfriend in eons, but that was because it was hard to meet someone who wasn't another groupie on the road and he just wasn't very social. Okay, so maybe he'd wondered what the attraction was; why Gerard and Frank fooled around on tour even though Gerard had no trouble with woman and Frank had a good thing going with Jamia. Why Mikey had cut a swath through the other acts' members on their tours even with Alicia home waiting. But it was just idle curiosity.
"... I think I'm sure..." Ray either didn't catch or ignored Bob's implications. "... but then I hear Gerard's fucking voice in my head telling me I can't be sure if I've never even tried it." He rolled his dice again, frowned and rolled them again. Marking his points down carelessly, Ray leaned back against the couch and looked over at Bob. "... fuck, I sound drunker than I feel. So not good."
"Gee said that to you?" Bob blinked then snorted. "Was he trying to get into your pants?"
"What?! No!" Ray blushed furiously. ".... he, I... we.... Him and I have had this discussion before. Like way back when... no, he wasn't trying to..." The red head's voice trailed off as he drunkenly puzzled over words and actions he'd once perceived as innocent. "... least, I don't think he was..."
"He so was! Gerard was hitting on you." Bob looked thoughtful. "Maybe not. Seems like Frank would be handful enough with out trying for you too." He snickered.
Ray blushed even more and busied his mouth with his drink. He didn't want to be tried for. Despite being gay... bi... whatever, Gerard was his best friend; had been for years since they'd gone to school together and everything. "... you're telling me none of them have ever hit on you?"
"Me? No, no way." But Bob wasn't entirely certain, sometimes Frank could be a little too hands on. "I mean Frank has that thing where he acts like I'm a human jungle gym, but that's just Frank."
Chuckling, Ray cut his eyes at Bob. He wasn't going to say a thing. Not one word. His laughter, no doubt, said enough. "So... have you like... ever thought about it?"
"Thought about what?" Bob knew what Ray was asking but he'd be damed if he'd admit it. Too much potential to turn into a Flying Car skit. He wasn't playing Dante to Ray's Randall, though that seemed more like a Frankie sort of plot.
"... you're an asshole for making me say it." Ray shifted to face Bob. He finished off his Bullblaster and gave his chest a small pound pushing out a belch. "... kissing another dude?"
"No, Randall. Because in general chicks don't beer belch at me." He grinned and reached forward to ruffle Ray's hair. "I take it you have?"
"N-n-no..." He playfully batted at Bob's hand in his hair. "... well, not like dating guys or something... but like, what's it like you know? What's so great about it?"
"You're serious? You've really been contemplating this shit?" Bob sucked his lip ring into his mouth and chewed on it, a sure sign of heavy thought. "So okay maybe I've wondered why Mikes can't seem to go half a tour without hooking up with someone from the other bands. I dunno."
"Think it's that much different?" Ray found himself staring at Bob's lip then subsequently his lip ring. He couldn't believe he was talking to Bryar about this... of all the fucking people.
Bob did not miss the glance and sucked his lower lip into his mouth again, worrying at it. Eventually he answered, slowly as he contemplated his own words. "I can't see why it would be... kissing anyway. Lips are lips right? Stands to reason it'd be like kissing anyone. I think it'd depend more on if they were any good at it than if they were male or female."
"... but don't you think it'd be, I dunno, not the same." Ray's voice wandered and faded in thought. "... like most girls are all soft and sweet... I don't think a dude would kiss like that... like at all, ya know?"
"Maybe if like he hadn't shaved or some shit it'd be different I guess. Why would a chicks lips be softer... like I said lips are lips. Maybe because they were lipstick and shit. But then you got guys like Mikes. You ever seen him without a Chapstick? I bet kissing his baby face would be just like a girl." Bob snickered. "Dude what the fuck. You got me talking about kissing Mikey."
Smiling what almost seemed slyly over at his friend and band mate, Ray added mischievously. "...and you and Iero got the whole piercing thing going on..." Returning his gaze back to the floor in front of him, he tried not to blush and waited silently for the fallout his drunken statement would cause.
Bob raised an eyebrow at the back of Ray's head. How much thought had Ray given this? "Facial piercings do it for you Toro?" he teased. "I bet Frank would kiss you if you asked. Or you propositioning me?" Even though his tone was playful and he accompanied it with another swat to the back of Ray's fuzzy head he was surprised to feel his gut knot, slightly titillated by the naughty thought.
"Aw, hell..." Ray giggled; the embarrassment barely hidden behind the laughter. "... Frank would give me shit for weeks... no, months. I'd never get a moment's peace... not that I do now." Rubbing his neck, he glanced sidelong at Bob. "... plus, he'd like tell all the guys... crew included. Next thing I know, Gerard would be groping me on stage or something..."
"Dude, Gerard has so totally already groped you on stage before. There's something to be said for hiding behind my kit. Even if fucking Frank still manages to hurt me sometimes. It's my force field. Oh, and that furthers my theory Gee hits on your ass. You're right too, Frank'd tell the world." Bob grinned at Ray's obvious embarrassment. It covered his own. "So that's why your hitting on me, right? Cause unlike Gerard or Frankie you think I'd keep my mouth shut?"
Taking his chances, Ray nodded slightly and scraped his teeth over his bottom lip before taking in a breath. "... I'd keep mine shut, ya know?"
There was a pregnant pause as Bob absorbed the fact that no joke Ray actually was hitting on him. "Ray... I'm straight. I'm flattered and I'll even admit kinda curious after sitting here yakking about it... but yeah... I dunno. Are you actually serious?"
"...man, I dunno. I'm just fucking curious too. It's not like thinking about guys does anything for me... look forget I said anything..." Ray leaned around the edge of the couch to dig another beer out of the case they'd stashed there.
Bob actually bit his tongue, choking down the teasing question of how he got to be curious without thinking about the guys. But Ray didn't look up to the teasing and Bob wasn't a complete dick. "It's cool, Ray. I ain't gonna bust your balls about it." He shot a sly look at the back of Ray's head, he wasn't even sure where he was going with this, if it was a tease or his own sparked inquisitiveness speaking. "If you really gotta know, I'd do it."
"Don't do me any favors..." Ray mumbled and cracked open his beer. He refocused his attention on the television which was thankfully on commercial rather than that Will & Grace sitcom thing. "... look you wanna watch a Mr. Bean or something?" He asked hoping to change the topic.
"Nice gear shift. No, I don't wanna watch Mr. Bean." Bob leaned over the arm of the sofa and grabbed a beer of his own before dropping down on the ground next to Ray. "I said I'd do it. What did you expect? Oh Ray... I've been waiting for this since I joined the band!"
"No! Just even though you say you won't bust my balls... this feels like ball busting. I'm just saying... And now you think I have this big ol' gay crush on you... whatever. I. Don't. You seemed safe... " He rambled on not really taking notice of Bob or his changed position.
"Safe wow... way to woo a guy, Ray." Bob chuckled and nudged Ray with his shoulder. "Dude, I worked for The Used. Even if you had a big ol' gay crush on me we'd still be friends."
"... was I suppose to woo you?" Ray chuckled a little darkly. "So, that's what I did wrong... next time I'll get pointers from the guys before I ask the other straight dude in the band to kiss me. Noted." Flinching at his own tone, Ray sighed but didn't say anything more.
Bob actually flushed, then rolled his eyes. "The woo comment was facetious, asshole. What you aren't supposed to do is act like a jilted girl when you ask a straight guy to kiss you and he actually says yes. Even if yes, there is skepticism in his tone. Especially when I keep expecting you to ask me if I really want that anesthesia when they hack off my foot..."
"... hack off your foot what are you talking about, man?" Ray turned and actually faced Bob. He was pretty much going to give him a generalized what the fuck stare, but then he had to go and noticed that fucking lip ring again. "...uh?"
Again Bob rolled his eyes, pretending he didn't notice the way Ray's eyes dropped from his to his mouth. "Kevin Fucking Smith, Ray... The Flying Car. Or worse yet the suck you're own dick shit from Clerks. I'm talking about an elaborate set up to get me to agree that I'd do something normal people would see as sketchy, then go ha ha ha I was just kidding man, I can't believe you'd really do that, you sick fuck."
"I never thought I'd say this, but I'm too drunk for your pop culture references, Bryar..." Curling his lips in a slightly disgusted look at his beer, Ray shrugged and took a drink anyways. After, he looked... really looked... at Bob. "... so you said yeah... so are we doing this?"
Bob blinked at Ray for a minute. He wasn't sure he wanted to kiss someone who failed to get a Kevin Smith reference. An actual giggle slipped out of him. He wondered how drunk he actually was. He hoped really drunk so he'd have something to blame this on later as he twisted, leaned over and pressed his lips to Ray's.
Too stunned to react at first, Ray's initial thoughts were pretty much along the lines of 'holy shit, he actually did it'. But then instinct took over as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss. Inhaling slow and steady through flared nostrils, he tightened his fist at his side in order to keep himself from reaching up and cupping Bob's face because that would just be... too gay.
Alrighty then... kissing Ray... don't know what the fuck we think we are doing.. but here we are. All in all it wasn't bad really, in his opinion he was right, a kiss was a kissing and Ray's mouth on his was every bit as soft and pliant as the last woman he'd locked lips with. Maybe more so as the last girl he'd made time for had been thin lipped, not possessing a lush mouth like Ray's. And then Bob screwed his eyes shut and moaned softly into the kiss because really, did he need to be comparing Ray to the last chick he boned?
A surprised, lustful shock of adrenalin shot through Ray at the sounds leaving Bob's mouth. He hadn't been expecting that! Flexing and opening his jaw to deepen the kiss and tilted his head more towards the blonde. If they were doing this shit, Ray wanted to do it right. Some half ass attempt would most certainly not appease his curiosity.
Then Ray was kissing him seriously, open mouthed, exploring tongues and everything. Bob found himself not worrying so much what he should or should not think. Guy or not, Ray was a pretty fucking amazing kisser and Bob had a good few beers in him. That would be his excuse later anyway. Turning more to face his friend he wrapped one arm loosely around Ray's waist.
Holy shit. Oh, damn... just damn. Whoa and wow. Ray couldn't help but mold the curve of his back into Bob's touch. He tongued at the silver hoop of his friend's piercing then dared to cup the back of Bob's neck with his hand and hold him closer. Ray was starting to get an idea of the appeal. Not once had he considered the same shit he would have with a chick. With them, he would be constantly worried that he was pushing to hard to fast... that he was using too much tongue or not enough... that his lips were too big. But with Bob, he wasn't concerned at all... except with tomorrow morning's aftermath. And even that could be pushed aside for the evening.
Ray's hand on the nape of his neck was almost too much, almost made Bob jerk away; instead another little moan floated out of him. He'd kind of adapted to the idea of kissing Ray, cause kissing was just kissing. No harm no foul. But he was weirded out by the fact his cock was half hard in his pants from doing so. He couldn't help it, Ray was, as he'd already noted, damn good to kiss. And there was this curious lack of pressure. Kiss a girl and a week later she was splashed across the internet saying she was your girlfriend. Somehow he doubted Ray'd do that. He also didn't feel like he had to be overly gentle or risk being pouted at. His lips were starting to actually hurt from the intensity of the kiss Ray was laying on him and it was freaky hot.
Pulling back, Ray took in a couple of deep breaths. He seriously thought about asking permission to do what he was about to do, but in the end chickened out on that aspect. Leaning in, he placed a kiss that was gentle in comparison to his previous one on the corner of Bob's lips before dipping in to nip and kiss at the tender skin he knew he'd find just beneath Bob's earlobe. Half hoping that Bob would take the hint and mimic the action and half just doing it to see how the other man reacted, Ray sucked at the skin under his lips.
When Ray had moved away to catch his breath Bob had thought, Okay that was fun, assuming Ray had concluded the experiment. When a minute later the other man was sucking on his neck he was pretty surprised. At first he just sat their dumbfounded, then a soft whimper escaped him. Bob was pretty sure this was straying far from just a harmless kissing game. Just the same, he tilted his head exposing his throat further and his hand rose to thread itself through Ray's unruly auburn hair.
His breathe, which Ray had forced himself to keep at a shallow, slowed pace, shook as his lips skimmed over Bob's neck as he arched into the kiss Ray had almost not been brave enough to attempt. Heart beating loud enough that he was sure the drummer could hear it, Ray pressed his mouth and teeth to Bob's neck again this time putting a little more force into the suction.
Yep, totally out of the realm of harmless kissing, the fleeting thought zipped through Bob's brain. He tightened both the arm around Ray's waist and the fingers in his hair, leaning forward enough to nuzzle into his neck too. He was making out with another guy who also happened to be one of his best friends and most respected band mates. Oddly enough that taboo seemed to add to the excitement, the sheer elicit nature of their adventure. He pressed his lips to Ray's neck almost timidly, another small whimper accompanying the action.
Hissing, Ray felt his heart start racing when Bob's mouth touched his neck. And the needy sound the drummer had made... nearly killed him. If Ray had a type, he would have previously said it was someone easily classifiable as someone to take care of. Bob was anything but that... but those noises. Curling his hand around the back of the other man's neck, Ray slid his own lips up and over the soft lobe of Bob's ear nipped and licked at it trying to drag more noises from his normally silent band mate.
A shiver went through Bob as Ray's lips closed on his ear producing a tingle that shot down his spine. "Jesus..." he murmured against Ray's throat and moaned more. It was a sensitive spot for him and felt awesome enough he couldn't even really complain about how gay he was actually being right now. You were just going to kiss him... his brain warned, but Ray's tongue flicking his lobe made the comment irrelevant. It felt damn good, why shouldn't he enjoy it? Bob lightly raked his teeth along the side of Ray's neck before sucking hard.
Whoa. Ray's head was reeling. He was at least three sorts of turned the hell on at Bob's teeth on his neck. He'd all but knowingly pushed every limit he was secure enough to on his own and then Bob had went and pushed right back. This wasn't suppose to feel this good. It was suppose to be awkward as hell and leave them both very well sure of themselves and how un-gay they were unlike the other 3/5th of the band. Obviously they were failing... miserably. Urgently seeking out Bob's lips with his own, Ray pulled his neck from the other man's mouth and kissed him roughly stopping only to pant rather indiscreetly, tilt his head and dive in for more.
Ray's mouth was on his again and they were kissing themselves breathless, but not meeting each other's eyes. Don't matter if you don't look at him. It's still fucking Ray you're makin out hot and heavy with. Another low whimper reverberated through him as he forced his eyes open and looked at Ray. Okay, so maybe Bob could see the point, he wasn't entirely comfortable, but he had to admit he could definitely get it now.
When they parted briefly, Ray let out a shaky breathe as he swiped his tongue over his now tender lips. His cheeks darkened when he noticed Bob looking rather intently at him. Instinctively, he shook his head just enough to cause his hair to fall into his face. His curiosity had been anything but fulfilled. No. Instead, the guitarist found his curiosity growing and expanding into much more graphic territory that he was willing to admit aloud. Panting softly, he returned Bob's gaze bashfully. "...uh...erm?" Ray fumbled.
"Yeah, hmm." Bob offered, echoing the uncertainty in Ray's response and wishing he wasn't hiding behind the fro. He pulled his lip ring between his teeth and tried to think. He wasn't all that drunk, sober enough to know they were definitely outside of the realm of normal for either them. But the fact he was sitting in such a way as to disguise an erection bulging his jeans showed that the territory, while unfamiliar, was still attractive. "Now what?" he asked kind of sheepishly, and without really thinking about it he reached up and pushed Ray's hair behind his ear on one side.
Turning with Bob's unexpected movement, Ray's lips brushed against the inside of the other man's wrist before he jerked back wide-eyed. He'd all but fell into one of his classic bedroom tricks and with Bob fucking Bryar. Ray glanced back at the expanse of skin that went from Bob's wrist and up and under the cuff of his shirt. More than anything, he wanted to know if the drummer would make the same sounds that every girl, including Christa, had when he slowly kissed and licked at the sensitive skin of their inner elbow. "...I... dunno..." Ray admitted shyly.
The almost kiss inside his wrist had startled Bob and dammit turned him on even more. It was clear Ray was at least as into this as he was, maybe more. Really, what was the harm of it? "Fuck it," he said out loud, disregarding all cautions and red flags his mind was waving. He grabbed the side of Ray's head, winding the fingers of one hand into his curly hair and dragged him back for another kiss. Even as he learned in to press them mouth to mouth his free hand had snaked down to cup Ray's crotch.
Ray made a startled sound as their lips met and then groaned in much the same fashion as Bob's hand pressed over his cock. Shit, the rest the guys could never know about this... they'd give them hell for-fucking-ever. Never one to just lay back and let shit happen to him, Ray switched his gears and slid his hands just up and under Bob's shirt. Pressing his fingers in different chords along the warm patches of skin, Ray thrust his tongue deep into the other man's mouth and lapped at the warm, wet depths of it hungrily.
Bob mewled into Ray's mouth, a seemingly very un-Bob-like sound, muffled by their mashed mouths. Ray's cock was rock hard in his jeans, just like his and he wasn't sure if the fact that it sort of scared him was turning him on further or in spite of it. One thing he'd forgotten about because unlike the rest of his band he wasn't actually in the habit of peeking nor commenting, but was patently obvious under his flexing fingers, was the fact Ray had a little something extra compared to the rest of them. A shudder passed through him and he whimpered. He really had no idea what the fuck he was going to do with the rather intimidating handful he'd grabbed for.
Ray all but hid the smirk that spread across his face, as he nipped at Bob's lips, for the drummer's sudden pause and whimper. Ray was not unused to this reaction. Each and every time it happened he couldn't help but feel a little proud of the surprise beneath the mostly dorky exterior that he had to offer. Not that he thought Bob would actually be daring enough to do more than grope. Ray steeled himself and bucked slightly up into Bob's hand as he pressed his lips to the other man's throat once more.
Bob was slightly embarrassed at the sounds that kept popping out of him, but goddamn if Ray didn't know just exactly how to play him. Ray's fingers dancing over his torso like Bob was one of his fucking guitars. And the lush mouth moving over Bob's throat made his cock twitch and throb. He'd honestly never really thought about putting his hand on a dick other than his own, so feeling Ray push against his hand was different, and while it did make him a little uncomfortable, there was something really arousing about it as well. He squeezed slightly and then rubbed Ray through his pants, tipping his head back to expose more of his throat.
Fingering the very edge of the waist of Bob's pants, Ray leaned into him. The world swam but his body was wound tight with an energy he couldn't repress. The coarse hair of the drummer's beard was rubbing against his cheek and forehead as Ray lapped at his neck. "...fuck..." He swore softly as he cautiously dipped his fingers past the waistline of Bob's jeans and drew circles over the thick cotton of his boxers. The question remained how they'd progressed from a kiss that Ray himself would willingly admit that he begged for to such... forbidden territory.
Bob held his breath as Ray's finger's inched under his jeans. This was definitely more than he'd bargained for. Don't wuss out now, man. You'll never be able to look him in the eye again... Will you if this goes further?... I don't know!... Yes, yes, you will, no matter what... Ray is Ray, either way Ray is still Ray. He won't fucking let you down. His heart was hammering and he thought he might hyper ventilate as he popped the button on Ray's Levi's.
Ray gasped as his jeans gave way under Bob's touch. He clung to the other man's waistband like his life depended on it. His heart was beating loudly in his chest. He was surprised that the sound wasn't echoing through out the entire room. He hadn't felt this nervous with someone since he'd lost his virginity senior year. They could stop. They could! Should they? Should he? The inside of Bob's wrist pressed against his stomach and instinctively, Ray tried to suck in his stomach but got sidetracked when his thoughts ventured to just how talented the drummer was with a set of sticks. His entire body tingling at the thought, Ray finally did the previously unthinkable. Pressing urgently against Bob, he didn't stop until he was stretched up and over him. Ray stopped suddenly, sure that his actions would incite panic.
And they did, though Bob did his best to hide it, sweat beaded on his brow and he looked up at Ray, blue eye saucer wide. "Uhhh... yeah... Ray?" He was happy his voice didn't waver, he was afraid it would come out as a squeak. "Look I'm cool... but I do have limits. So just... I don't know... go easy okay?" What he wanted to say was he wasn't going all the way, and he wasn't, no fucking way. But he didn't want to sound too much like a scared teenage girl afraid to get her cherry popped. He hopped Ray just got it. He wasn't sure how far he was willing to go, but that wasn't it.
"…just between us right?" Ray asked timidly as he looked down at Bob and battled internally between shoving his hand further down the front of his pants or withdrawing it completely. Things weren’t as awkward when they were kissing he finally decided before leaning forward and recapturing Bob’s lips passionately. He was going to give this his all and pray that he didn’t fuck things up too royally.
Breaking the kiss and gasping for air Bob nodded emphatically. "Oh, fuck yeah. They'd be insufferable. God, no... just no. Definitely just between us." Bob slid his hands down Ray's sides and over the swell of Ray's ass hesitantly and shut out the fleeting worry about being under Ray like a girl. Pulling them back up he slid them under Ray's shirt and stroked the length of his spine, dragging Ray's shirt up as he did. He bit his lip piercing when he got Ray's shoulders and swore he saw a grin before he yanked the shirt over Ray's head.
Only taking a moment to consider his actions, Ray shifted and straddled Bob’s thighs. Resting his weight on one elbow just next to the drummer’s ear, he attended to the button and zipper of his pants before pressing a shaking hand over the bulge tenting Bob’s boxers. God, this almost felt better than the rush he got every time they walked on stage. Was this what Gerard felt like with Frank? Was this the high that Mikey sought now that both him and his brother were clean? Letting another smile pass over his lips at Bob’s unusually vocal reaction to the slow, tug and pull of his hand over his cock, Ray arched forward and kissed his bottom lip sloppily.
Bob returned this kiss eagerly, Ray's hand on his cock, even through the fabric was insanely good. Ray's. Hand. Is. On. Your. Dick. Bob usually may have publicly been the most reserved member of their band, but now, here in private and under such unusual circumstances, he shrugged off that stoicism. He groaned against Ray's lips and bucked up against his hand, dragging his fingertips over the skin of Ray's back. Slipping his hands between them he finished what he'd started, unzippering Ray's jeans and slipping one hand inside under his boxers. He shivered and made an excited noise in his throat as his fist closed around Ray's solid cock.
Hips twitching and arching into Bob's touch, Ray felt a jolt of lust burn through him like electricity. He was now trembling as their lips parted. Taking in a shaking breath, he gasped softly. "... oh, wow." It was bizarre as could be imagined to feel such a strange mix of nervousness and urgency. It had been years since he'd been able to claim the title virgin, but Ray sure in the hell felt like one tonight.
Stroking Ray slowly inside his pants Bob echoed him. "Yeah.. wow." Pulling the guitarist down to him again he sought Ray's mouth, needing those excited kisses to keep him for getting too weirded out. It was like the press of Ray's lips on his, his tongue snaking into Bob's mouth, grounded him and kept the current zinging through them from making his head explode.
Snaking his hand through the opening of Bob's boxers, Ray slid his hand over the drummer's cock with a stuttered gasp into his mouth. His heart was racing as he gently pulled it out. Tearing his lips from Bob's, Ray looked down to watch not only his hand gliding over the hard yet so fucking smooth surfaces of the Bob's dick but also the movement of Bob's on his own. "... oh, Jesus..." He whispered shrilly not even bothering to hide the shudder in his hips as he responded as a man possessed.
Not wanting to be out done Bob swallowed and pushed Ray's jeans and underwear down. Just enough that he could work his hand on the impressive cock under his fingers more freely and actually see what he was doing when he glanced down between them. It was different from stroking himself, but oddly familiar too. His eye's roamed over the figure of his best friend hovering over him and back down to their fists tugging each other's dicks. "'s nice..."
Ray looked down at Bob from where he was half perched on his lap. He really wanted to hear the noises the other man made earlier. Leaning in somewhat awkwardly, but not letting go... he nosed at Bob's chin until he tilted his head back. Nibbling and sucking at his neck, Ray started to slowly push and pulls his hips back and forth causing Bob's hand to slide over his cock.
Flexing his thick neck under Ray's mouth, Bob rewarded him with the soft whining moans the curly haired man sought. It had felt good before he'd experienced Ray jerking him off while fucking his hand. Now with that too it was too fucking much. "Shit... I swear... I'm gonna come... like any second." Bob was embarrassed that he was getting so worked up so fast. Later he'd blame the booze for the quickness, but really it was the exciting shock of elicit gay hand jobs with Ray, and he knew it.
Sucking on Bob's neck intently, Ray let his eyes roll behind his closed lids and moaned softly. If Bob was close too... he wouldn't look like a complete loser. He sped up the slide of his hand and pressed himself awkwardly even more against the drummer.
Bob was really relieved that Ray had taken it on himself to buck into his hand as the closer he got to coming the more he was really just hanging on and squeezing while his own hips gyrated against Ray's palm. They weren't masturbating, they were fucking each others palms. The thought made him grin through the whine the Ray was causing with his full lips against Bob's neck. Even the hint of a thought about what Ray's mouth would feel like in place of his hand and Bob was done, arching off the floor to explode him Ray's fist.
Gasping loudly, Ray pulled his lips from Bob's neck just in time to catch sight of the last spurt of cum landing on his still pumping fist. "... oh! Oh, shit... oh, shi-t." He dropped his head back onto Bob's shoulder; hips thrusting erratically into the drummer's hand.
Panting and damp like he'd just played a full set Bob held on and squeezed, twisting his hand as Ray took his last few wild bucks and then let go. To have Ray make the face he was making now, just for him, was sort of awesome.
Slumping against Bob, the reality of the situation came crashing down pretty immediately. Ray's heart sped up as a rush of fear and adrenalin coursed through him. He wasn't feeling quite as drunk now. But that didn't take away the fact that Bob's dick was... and his was... "... Oh, fuck."
Bob could feel Ray tense and then the muttered expletive confirmed it. Yeah, it all seems like a good idea when you're drunk, horny and let your dick make the decisions, he whined mentally. "Uhhh..." Bob guiltily removed his hand from Ray's cock, barely resisting the temptation to scrub the cum off on the guy's carpet. "Now what?" Ray was freaking out and things were going to be fucked. Great, just great.
"...I ...I... God, don't hate me... don't fucking hate me..." Ray panicked. It was more about the fact that he was pretty sure Bob would have NEVER done that shit if he'd been sober and that he felt like he just took advantage of his best fucking friend... than the actual act actually bothered him.
Bob blinked at the panic that seemed to be taking over normally calm, stoic Ray. He reached up and rubbed Ray's upper arms nervously, making no move to dislodge him from above him. He wasn't good at this comforting thing. Goddamit guys were just supposed to like ignore weird shit when it went down and muddle on through. It was like written in the guy code. But he didn't want Ray to think he was pissed. "Dude, Ray... I don't fucking hate you. You're the coolest fucking guy I know, I couldn't hate you. Shit... you think I'd trust any of those other fuckers like this?"
"... but... bu-..." Ray took a deep breath. This was no more embarrassing than any shit that his brother had given him upon meeting the Way brothers. Seriously, if anything all it did was prove Louis' point that hanging around 'fruity' people like that so much and you're bound to go a little 'fruity' yourself. Sighing, Ray blushed a little at Bob. "No?" He replied before looking anywhere but their hands and mumbling. "Maybe we should get cleaned up?"
Bob raised an eyebrow at Ray and the near flailing he'd been doing. "You think?" he asked then calmly reached to the side, grabbed Ray's shirt and made a show of wiping his hands clean on it. He then just as calmly mopped up what had landed on his torso before grabbing Ray's hand and wiping it off. Bob then tossed the shirt away from them and flashed a hint of a goofy smile. "There. All cleaned up. Now kiss me."
"...what?!" Ray jerked his chin up from his chest where it had landed the moment Bob had felt it necessary to actually clean him off like he was incapable of doing it himself or something.
"They way I figure it you think because we messed around a little now that the buzz is wearing off I'm going to flip right? I ain't. I had a few but I wasn't that shit faced that my judgment was totally impaired, and now I'm pretty close to stone cold sober. So I figure kiss me now. Think of it as a follow up experiment. A, we can see if its still any good when we aren't wasted or horny. B, you'll see I'm definitely copasetic and not going to kill you. So kiss me."
Lips held tight over his teeth in an expression that was not quite a smile, but not really a grimace either, Ray sighed. Reaching forward, he place his hands on either side of Bob's neck and leaned in. They breathed one another's air for a few moments before Ray finally decided to hell with it and pressed forward.
Bob closed his eyes and kissed Ray back when the other man's lips descended on his. He didn't push for anything too heavy, just pumped his lips against his friend's rather casually. He enjoyed the kiss, but really he mostly wanted Ray to know they were alright, that Bob wasn't going to freak out on him.
As put out as he'd acted, Ray's chest tightened a little when their lips met. This was bad... this was beyond bad. Yet, it was so damn good. Ray had to remind himself that the two of them were just friends. He and Bob, they were just releasing stress and shit. Yeah, that's it. "... so what now?" Ray whispered against Bob's mouth when he pulled away.
Bob grinned up at Ray and bucked. "You could start by letting me up." But the goofy smile and nonchalant attitude were a false front. While he wasn't going to go all weird on one of the best friends he'd ever had the luck to make, he really wasn't okay. In actuality that brief bout of horsing around was about the most exciting sexual encounter Bob had in years and he wasn't sure what to make of it. He schooled his features into his normal placid expression. He wasn't okay, but more importantly, they were.
Chuckling, Ray pulled away from Bob and slid back onto the floor in front of the couch. He squinted at the television and then glanced back at Bob as he re-situated himself. "... shit, it's late... you crashing on the couch?" Ray asked forcing himself to go back to their same old same old routine.
"Yeah, if you don't mind." Bob answered, tucking himself in and doing up his pants. He raised up on his elbows and looked at Ray. He probably should go home, but that would be the sort of weird for them he wanted to avoid, so he'd stay. If you had a set you'd have said yeah, but not on the couch... oh cause that's a brilliant idea. He didn't actually get up, just lay there on the floor watching Ray where he sat near his feet.
Grabbing the television remote, Ray clicked the box off without asking Bob if he was okay with it. He didn't really seem all that interested in it. Ray stood, nodding his head to the AC/DC album that was still playing in the background. Holding out a hand, he offered to help Bob up from the floor. Their eyes met briefly. Ray tried not to flinch at the obvious yet totally denied awkwardness. Instead, he patted the drummer on the shoulder and murmured, "G'nite..." before heading solemnly to his bedroom.
Bob tossed and turned on Ray's couch for a few hours. There was no way in hell he was getting a wink of sleep. He was far to busy obsessing over their mutual masturbation session. More importantly the ramifications of the fact he'd really enjoyed it. Not in a 'that was nice but whoops weren't we drunk, let's just laugh it off' sort of way, but in an 'Oh my god I can't get Ray's face out of my head and I'm pretty sure I'd really like to do that again' sort of way. The argument he wasn't gay didn't really hold water. He supposed he had to be at least a bit bi or wouldn't have done it, wouldn't have liked it, and he'd be asleep without a care by now. Bob sighed and blew his shaggy bangs out of his eyes.
"And Ray thought I was gonna hate him." Bob muttered with a snort as he got to his feet. He padded up the stairs and down the hall to stand holding his breath in front of Ray's bedroom door. Finally he reached out and turned the handle.
Authors: k_in_buffalo and trollsttroll
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Pairing: Bob/Ray
Rating: NC 17 for mutual masturbation...
Word Count: ~7400
Summary: Bob always thought he was straight, till he and Ray got to talking over one too many Redbull & Beers...
Author's Note: Originally written as an RP...
Ray sat with his back against the foot of the couch, home made Bullblaster in hand. Him and Bob had long ago stopped channel surfing and decided to focus their attentions on the alcohol at hand. They had a half ass game of Yahtzee set up on the coffee table and had started off drinking whenever one of them got the sought after 5, but had quickly said fuck that and idly drank what was left of their beer and Red Bull. The rifts of Angus Young's guitar filtered through Ray's apartment.
It was then that Ray noticed what exactly they'd ended up leaving playing beyond their attention on the television. Will and fucking Grace. Snorting at the TV, he made a half assed pointing gesture at it. "... God, they act like every gay dude is the same... Gerard hasn't ever acted like that, you know?"
Bob snorted and shrugged. "Dude, Gee's bi not a total fruit loop. But come on, he can be pretty damn gay. Even Lindsey's sweet thighs haven't firmed up that wrist. Frank's sorta better. He's dramatic, but it's more in your face than Gerard. That whole punk ethic he works." As a rule Bob tried not to think too hard about the fact three fifths of the band tended to bat for both teams.
"Have you ever seen or heard Gee flip out over a fucking Cher concert... come on..." Ray smirked suddenly. "... he did have Liza Minelli on our last record though..." Giggling, he took another swig of his drink enjoying the sugary sweet taste of the Red Bull as his slid over his tongue wiping away any bitter aftertaste the beer left. "... I just don't get it though... ya know?"
Bob leaned forward and swatted the back of Ray's fuzzy head. "Of course, you don't. If you did, I'd be the token or some shit. You think Mikey's little tour flings are over now that Alicia finally tied him down?"
"...think that depends on Alicia..." Ray took another drink and watched some guy named Jack fawn like all sorts of shit over some stereotypical bullshit like gold lame' or some other stupid thing. "... why would you want to even hook up with a dude if you had her waiting at home for you?" Taking the awkward silence as a queue to continue their game, Ray filled the silence with the sounds of dice rattling inside of a plastic cup. "I would never have done that to Christa..."
"Nah man, you're a stand up guy. You never cheated on her, no matter how many chicks threw themselves at you." Bob told his friend seriously. He knew Ray had taken that break up rough. "I guess Mikey's just... I dunno looking for something else? Maybe he didn't see it as cheating since they were never other girls? Who knows."
Ray nodded in agreement with his buddy and poured the dice out of the cup. "... that's the kicker too, man. Right there. With other dudes... I mean, I've never even kissed a guy..." He picked up the three fours that had rolled out and put them in their little square slots. "... don't get me wrong, I could care less if Gee, Mikey or Frank do... I just... it's weird, you know?"
"You sure Toro? You sound a little iffy there." Bob chuckled a bit nervously, one eyebrow raised. Was this the point where Ray confessed he was gay or bi too? Where Bob discovered he was the lone heterosexual of the group? He knew he was straight. He hadn't had a serious girlfriend in eons, but that was because it was hard to meet someone who wasn't another groupie on the road and he just wasn't very social. Okay, so maybe he'd wondered what the attraction was; why Gerard and Frank fooled around on tour even though Gerard had no trouble with woman and Frank had a good thing going with Jamia. Why Mikey had cut a swath through the other acts' members on their tours even with Alicia home waiting. But it was just idle curiosity.
"... I think I'm sure..." Ray either didn't catch or ignored Bob's implications. "... but then I hear Gerard's fucking voice in my head telling me I can't be sure if I've never even tried it." He rolled his dice again, frowned and rolled them again. Marking his points down carelessly, Ray leaned back against the couch and looked over at Bob. "... fuck, I sound drunker than I feel. So not good."
"Gee said that to you?" Bob blinked then snorted. "Was he trying to get into your pants?"
"What?! No!" Ray blushed furiously. ".... he, I... we.... Him and I have had this discussion before. Like way back when... no, he wasn't trying to..." The red head's voice trailed off as he drunkenly puzzled over words and actions he'd once perceived as innocent. "... least, I don't think he was..."
"He so was! Gerard was hitting on you." Bob looked thoughtful. "Maybe not. Seems like Frank would be handful enough with out trying for you too." He snickered.
Ray blushed even more and busied his mouth with his drink. He didn't want to be tried for. Despite being gay... bi... whatever, Gerard was his best friend; had been for years since they'd gone to school together and everything. "... you're telling me none of them have ever hit on you?"
"Me? No, no way." But Bob wasn't entirely certain, sometimes Frank could be a little too hands on. "I mean Frank has that thing where he acts like I'm a human jungle gym, but that's just Frank."
Chuckling, Ray cut his eyes at Bob. He wasn't going to say a thing. Not one word. His laughter, no doubt, said enough. "So... have you like... ever thought about it?"
"Thought about what?" Bob knew what Ray was asking but he'd be damed if he'd admit it. Too much potential to turn into a Flying Car skit. He wasn't playing Dante to Ray's Randall, though that seemed more like a Frankie sort of plot.
"... you're an asshole for making me say it." Ray shifted to face Bob. He finished off his Bullblaster and gave his chest a small pound pushing out a belch. "... kissing another dude?"
"No, Randall. Because in general chicks don't beer belch at me." He grinned and reached forward to ruffle Ray's hair. "I take it you have?"
"N-n-no..." He playfully batted at Bob's hand in his hair. "... well, not like dating guys or something... but like, what's it like you know? What's so great about it?"
"You're serious? You've really been contemplating this shit?" Bob sucked his lip ring into his mouth and chewed on it, a sure sign of heavy thought. "So okay maybe I've wondered why Mikes can't seem to go half a tour without hooking up with someone from the other bands. I dunno."
"Think it's that much different?" Ray found himself staring at Bob's lip then subsequently his lip ring. He couldn't believe he was talking to Bryar about this... of all the fucking people.
Bob did not miss the glance and sucked his lower lip into his mouth again, worrying at it. Eventually he answered, slowly as he contemplated his own words. "I can't see why it would be... kissing anyway. Lips are lips right? Stands to reason it'd be like kissing anyone. I think it'd depend more on if they were any good at it than if they were male or female."
"... but don't you think it'd be, I dunno, not the same." Ray's voice wandered and faded in thought. "... like most girls are all soft and sweet... I don't think a dude would kiss like that... like at all, ya know?"
"Maybe if like he hadn't shaved or some shit it'd be different I guess. Why would a chicks lips be softer... like I said lips are lips. Maybe because they were lipstick and shit. But then you got guys like Mikes. You ever seen him without a Chapstick? I bet kissing his baby face would be just like a girl." Bob snickered. "Dude what the fuck. You got me talking about kissing Mikey."
Smiling what almost seemed slyly over at his friend and band mate, Ray added mischievously. "...and you and Iero got the whole piercing thing going on..." Returning his gaze back to the floor in front of him, he tried not to blush and waited silently for the fallout his drunken statement would cause.
Bob raised an eyebrow at the back of Ray's head. How much thought had Ray given this? "Facial piercings do it for you Toro?" he teased. "I bet Frank would kiss you if you asked. Or you propositioning me?" Even though his tone was playful and he accompanied it with another swat to the back of Ray's fuzzy head he was surprised to feel his gut knot, slightly titillated by the naughty thought.
"Aw, hell..." Ray giggled; the embarrassment barely hidden behind the laughter. "... Frank would give me shit for weeks... no, months. I'd never get a moment's peace... not that I do now." Rubbing his neck, he glanced sidelong at Bob. "... plus, he'd like tell all the guys... crew included. Next thing I know, Gerard would be groping me on stage or something..."
"Dude, Gerard has so totally already groped you on stage before. There's something to be said for hiding behind my kit. Even if fucking Frank still manages to hurt me sometimes. It's my force field. Oh, and that furthers my theory Gee hits on your ass. You're right too, Frank'd tell the world." Bob grinned at Ray's obvious embarrassment. It covered his own. "So that's why your hitting on me, right? Cause unlike Gerard or Frankie you think I'd keep my mouth shut?"
Taking his chances, Ray nodded slightly and scraped his teeth over his bottom lip before taking in a breath. "... I'd keep mine shut, ya know?"
There was a pregnant pause as Bob absorbed the fact that no joke Ray actually was hitting on him. "Ray... I'm straight. I'm flattered and I'll even admit kinda curious after sitting here yakking about it... but yeah... I dunno. Are you actually serious?"
"...man, I dunno. I'm just fucking curious too. It's not like thinking about guys does anything for me... look forget I said anything..." Ray leaned around the edge of the couch to dig another beer out of the case they'd stashed there.
Bob actually bit his tongue, choking down the teasing question of how he got to be curious without thinking about the guys. But Ray didn't look up to the teasing and Bob wasn't a complete dick. "It's cool, Ray. I ain't gonna bust your balls about it." He shot a sly look at the back of Ray's head, he wasn't even sure where he was going with this, if it was a tease or his own sparked inquisitiveness speaking. "If you really gotta know, I'd do it."
"Don't do me any favors..." Ray mumbled and cracked open his beer. He refocused his attention on the television which was thankfully on commercial rather than that Will & Grace sitcom thing. "... look you wanna watch a Mr. Bean or something?" He asked hoping to change the topic.
"Nice gear shift. No, I don't wanna watch Mr. Bean." Bob leaned over the arm of the sofa and grabbed a beer of his own before dropping down on the ground next to Ray. "I said I'd do it. What did you expect? Oh Ray... I've been waiting for this since I joined the band!"
"No! Just even though you say you won't bust my balls... this feels like ball busting. I'm just saying... And now you think I have this big ol' gay crush on you... whatever. I. Don't. You seemed safe... " He rambled on not really taking notice of Bob or his changed position.
"Safe wow... way to woo a guy, Ray." Bob chuckled and nudged Ray with his shoulder. "Dude, I worked for The Used. Even if you had a big ol' gay crush on me we'd still be friends."
"... was I suppose to woo you?" Ray chuckled a little darkly. "So, that's what I did wrong... next time I'll get pointers from the guys before I ask the other straight dude in the band to kiss me. Noted." Flinching at his own tone, Ray sighed but didn't say anything more.
Bob actually flushed, then rolled his eyes. "The woo comment was facetious, asshole. What you aren't supposed to do is act like a jilted girl when you ask a straight guy to kiss you and he actually says yes. Even if yes, there is skepticism in his tone. Especially when I keep expecting you to ask me if I really want that anesthesia when they hack off my foot..."
"... hack off your foot what are you talking about, man?" Ray turned and actually faced Bob. He was pretty much going to give him a generalized what the fuck stare, but then he had to go and noticed that fucking lip ring again. "...uh?"
Again Bob rolled his eyes, pretending he didn't notice the way Ray's eyes dropped from his to his mouth. "Kevin Fucking Smith, Ray... The Flying Car. Or worse yet the suck you're own dick shit from Clerks. I'm talking about an elaborate set up to get me to agree that I'd do something normal people would see as sketchy, then go ha ha ha I was just kidding man, I can't believe you'd really do that, you sick fuck."
"I never thought I'd say this, but I'm too drunk for your pop culture references, Bryar..." Curling his lips in a slightly disgusted look at his beer, Ray shrugged and took a drink anyways. After, he looked... really looked... at Bob. "... so you said yeah... so are we doing this?"
Bob blinked at Ray for a minute. He wasn't sure he wanted to kiss someone who failed to get a Kevin Smith reference. An actual giggle slipped out of him. He wondered how drunk he actually was. He hoped really drunk so he'd have something to blame this on later as he twisted, leaned over and pressed his lips to Ray's.
Too stunned to react at first, Ray's initial thoughts were pretty much along the lines of 'holy shit, he actually did it'. But then instinct took over as he tilted his head and deepened the kiss. Inhaling slow and steady through flared nostrils, he tightened his fist at his side in order to keep himself from reaching up and cupping Bob's face because that would just be... too gay.
Alrighty then... kissing Ray... don't know what the fuck we think we are doing.. but here we are. All in all it wasn't bad really, in his opinion he was right, a kiss was a kissing and Ray's mouth on his was every bit as soft and pliant as the last woman he'd locked lips with. Maybe more so as the last girl he'd made time for had been thin lipped, not possessing a lush mouth like Ray's. And then Bob screwed his eyes shut and moaned softly into the kiss because really, did he need to be comparing Ray to the last chick he boned?
A surprised, lustful shock of adrenalin shot through Ray at the sounds leaving Bob's mouth. He hadn't been expecting that! Flexing and opening his jaw to deepen the kiss and tilted his head more towards the blonde. If they were doing this shit, Ray wanted to do it right. Some half ass attempt would most certainly not appease his curiosity.
Then Ray was kissing him seriously, open mouthed, exploring tongues and everything. Bob found himself not worrying so much what he should or should not think. Guy or not, Ray was a pretty fucking amazing kisser and Bob had a good few beers in him. That would be his excuse later anyway. Turning more to face his friend he wrapped one arm loosely around Ray's waist.
Holy shit. Oh, damn... just damn. Whoa and wow. Ray couldn't help but mold the curve of his back into Bob's touch. He tongued at the silver hoop of his friend's piercing then dared to cup the back of Bob's neck with his hand and hold him closer. Ray was starting to get an idea of the appeal. Not once had he considered the same shit he would have with a chick. With them, he would be constantly worried that he was pushing to hard to fast... that he was using too much tongue or not enough... that his lips were too big. But with Bob, he wasn't concerned at all... except with tomorrow morning's aftermath. And even that could be pushed aside for the evening.
Ray's hand on the nape of his neck was almost too much, almost made Bob jerk away; instead another little moan floated out of him. He'd kind of adapted to the idea of kissing Ray, cause kissing was just kissing. No harm no foul. But he was weirded out by the fact his cock was half hard in his pants from doing so. He couldn't help it, Ray was, as he'd already noted, damn good to kiss. And there was this curious lack of pressure. Kiss a girl and a week later she was splashed across the internet saying she was your girlfriend. Somehow he doubted Ray'd do that. He also didn't feel like he had to be overly gentle or risk being pouted at. His lips were starting to actually hurt from the intensity of the kiss Ray was laying on him and it was freaky hot.
Pulling back, Ray took in a couple of deep breaths. He seriously thought about asking permission to do what he was about to do, but in the end chickened out on that aspect. Leaning in, he placed a kiss that was gentle in comparison to his previous one on the corner of Bob's lips before dipping in to nip and kiss at the tender skin he knew he'd find just beneath Bob's earlobe. Half hoping that Bob would take the hint and mimic the action and half just doing it to see how the other man reacted, Ray sucked at the skin under his lips.
When Ray had moved away to catch his breath Bob had thought, Okay that was fun, assuming Ray had concluded the experiment. When a minute later the other man was sucking on his neck he was pretty surprised. At first he just sat their dumbfounded, then a soft whimper escaped him. Bob was pretty sure this was straying far from just a harmless kissing game. Just the same, he tilted his head exposing his throat further and his hand rose to thread itself through Ray's unruly auburn hair.
His breathe, which Ray had forced himself to keep at a shallow, slowed pace, shook as his lips skimmed over Bob's neck as he arched into the kiss Ray had almost not been brave enough to attempt. Heart beating loud enough that he was sure the drummer could hear it, Ray pressed his mouth and teeth to Bob's neck again this time putting a little more force into the suction.
Yep, totally out of the realm of harmless kissing, the fleeting thought zipped through Bob's brain. He tightened both the arm around Ray's waist and the fingers in his hair, leaning forward enough to nuzzle into his neck too. He was making out with another guy who also happened to be one of his best friends and most respected band mates. Oddly enough that taboo seemed to add to the excitement, the sheer elicit nature of their adventure. He pressed his lips to Ray's neck almost timidly, another small whimper accompanying the action.
Hissing, Ray felt his heart start racing when Bob's mouth touched his neck. And the needy sound the drummer had made... nearly killed him. If Ray had a type, he would have previously said it was someone easily classifiable as someone to take care of. Bob was anything but that... but those noises. Curling his hand around the back of the other man's neck, Ray slid his own lips up and over the soft lobe of Bob's ear nipped and licked at it trying to drag more noises from his normally silent band mate.
A shiver went through Bob as Ray's lips closed on his ear producing a tingle that shot down his spine. "Jesus..." he murmured against Ray's throat and moaned more. It was a sensitive spot for him and felt awesome enough he couldn't even really complain about how gay he was actually being right now. You were just going to kiss him... his brain warned, but Ray's tongue flicking his lobe made the comment irrelevant. It felt damn good, why shouldn't he enjoy it? Bob lightly raked his teeth along the side of Ray's neck before sucking hard.
Whoa. Ray's head was reeling. He was at least three sorts of turned the hell on at Bob's teeth on his neck. He'd all but knowingly pushed every limit he was secure enough to on his own and then Bob had went and pushed right back. This wasn't suppose to feel this good. It was suppose to be awkward as hell and leave them both very well sure of themselves and how un-gay they were unlike the other 3/5th of the band. Obviously they were failing... miserably. Urgently seeking out Bob's lips with his own, Ray pulled his neck from the other man's mouth and kissed him roughly stopping only to pant rather indiscreetly, tilt his head and dive in for more.
Ray's mouth was on his again and they were kissing themselves breathless, but not meeting each other's eyes. Don't matter if you don't look at him. It's still fucking Ray you're makin out hot and heavy with. Another low whimper reverberated through him as he forced his eyes open and looked at Ray. Okay, so maybe Bob could see the point, he wasn't entirely comfortable, but he had to admit he could definitely get it now.
When they parted briefly, Ray let out a shaky breathe as he swiped his tongue over his now tender lips. His cheeks darkened when he noticed Bob looking rather intently at him. Instinctively, he shook his head just enough to cause his hair to fall into his face. His curiosity had been anything but fulfilled. No. Instead, the guitarist found his curiosity growing and expanding into much more graphic territory that he was willing to admit aloud. Panting softly, he returned Bob's gaze bashfully. "...uh...erm?" Ray fumbled.
"Yeah, hmm." Bob offered, echoing the uncertainty in Ray's response and wishing he wasn't hiding behind the fro. He pulled his lip ring between his teeth and tried to think. He wasn't all that drunk, sober enough to know they were definitely outside of the realm of normal for either them. But the fact he was sitting in such a way as to disguise an erection bulging his jeans showed that the territory, while unfamiliar, was still attractive. "Now what?" he asked kind of sheepishly, and without really thinking about it he reached up and pushed Ray's hair behind his ear on one side.
Turning with Bob's unexpected movement, Ray's lips brushed against the inside of the other man's wrist before he jerked back wide-eyed. He'd all but fell into one of his classic bedroom tricks and with Bob fucking Bryar. Ray glanced back at the expanse of skin that went from Bob's wrist and up and under the cuff of his shirt. More than anything, he wanted to know if the drummer would make the same sounds that every girl, including Christa, had when he slowly kissed and licked at the sensitive skin of their inner elbow. "...I... dunno..." Ray admitted shyly.
The almost kiss inside his wrist had startled Bob and dammit turned him on even more. It was clear Ray was at least as into this as he was, maybe more. Really, what was the harm of it? "Fuck it," he said out loud, disregarding all cautions and red flags his mind was waving. He grabbed the side of Ray's head, winding the fingers of one hand into his curly hair and dragged him back for another kiss. Even as he learned in to press them mouth to mouth his free hand had snaked down to cup Ray's crotch.
Ray made a startled sound as their lips met and then groaned in much the same fashion as Bob's hand pressed over his cock. Shit, the rest the guys could never know about this... they'd give them hell for-fucking-ever. Never one to just lay back and let shit happen to him, Ray switched his gears and slid his hands just up and under Bob's shirt. Pressing his fingers in different chords along the warm patches of skin, Ray thrust his tongue deep into the other man's mouth and lapped at the warm, wet depths of it hungrily.
Bob mewled into Ray's mouth, a seemingly very un-Bob-like sound, muffled by their mashed mouths. Ray's cock was rock hard in his jeans, just like his and he wasn't sure if the fact that it sort of scared him was turning him on further or in spite of it. One thing he'd forgotten about because unlike the rest of his band he wasn't actually in the habit of peeking nor commenting, but was patently obvious under his flexing fingers, was the fact Ray had a little something extra compared to the rest of them. A shudder passed through him and he whimpered. He really had no idea what the fuck he was going to do with the rather intimidating handful he'd grabbed for.
Ray all but hid the smirk that spread across his face, as he nipped at Bob's lips, for the drummer's sudden pause and whimper. Ray was not unused to this reaction. Each and every time it happened he couldn't help but feel a little proud of the surprise beneath the mostly dorky exterior that he had to offer. Not that he thought Bob would actually be daring enough to do more than grope. Ray steeled himself and bucked slightly up into Bob's hand as he pressed his lips to the other man's throat once more.
Bob was slightly embarrassed at the sounds that kept popping out of him, but goddamn if Ray didn't know just exactly how to play him. Ray's fingers dancing over his torso like Bob was one of his fucking guitars. And the lush mouth moving over Bob's throat made his cock twitch and throb. He'd honestly never really thought about putting his hand on a dick other than his own, so feeling Ray push against his hand was different, and while it did make him a little uncomfortable, there was something really arousing about it as well. He squeezed slightly and then rubbed Ray through his pants, tipping his head back to expose more of his throat.
Fingering the very edge of the waist of Bob's pants, Ray leaned into him. The world swam but his body was wound tight with an energy he couldn't repress. The coarse hair of the drummer's beard was rubbing against his cheek and forehead as Ray lapped at his neck. "...fuck..." He swore softly as he cautiously dipped his fingers past the waistline of Bob's jeans and drew circles over the thick cotton of his boxers. The question remained how they'd progressed from a kiss that Ray himself would willingly admit that he begged for to such... forbidden territory.
Bob held his breath as Ray's finger's inched under his jeans. This was definitely more than he'd bargained for. Don't wuss out now, man. You'll never be able to look him in the eye again... Will you if this goes further?... I don't know!... Yes, yes, you will, no matter what... Ray is Ray, either way Ray is still Ray. He won't fucking let you down. His heart was hammering and he thought he might hyper ventilate as he popped the button on Ray's Levi's.
Ray gasped as his jeans gave way under Bob's touch. He clung to the other man's waistband like his life depended on it. His heart was beating loudly in his chest. He was surprised that the sound wasn't echoing through out the entire room. He hadn't felt this nervous with someone since he'd lost his virginity senior year. They could stop. They could! Should they? Should he? The inside of Bob's wrist pressed against his stomach and instinctively, Ray tried to suck in his stomach but got sidetracked when his thoughts ventured to just how talented the drummer was with a set of sticks. His entire body tingling at the thought, Ray finally did the previously unthinkable. Pressing urgently against Bob, he didn't stop until he was stretched up and over him. Ray stopped suddenly, sure that his actions would incite panic.
And they did, though Bob did his best to hide it, sweat beaded on his brow and he looked up at Ray, blue eye saucer wide. "Uhhh... yeah... Ray?" He was happy his voice didn't waver, he was afraid it would come out as a squeak. "Look I'm cool... but I do have limits. So just... I don't know... go easy okay?" What he wanted to say was he wasn't going all the way, and he wasn't, no fucking way. But he didn't want to sound too much like a scared teenage girl afraid to get her cherry popped. He hopped Ray just got it. He wasn't sure how far he was willing to go, but that wasn't it.
"…just between us right?" Ray asked timidly as he looked down at Bob and battled internally between shoving his hand further down the front of his pants or withdrawing it completely. Things weren’t as awkward when they were kissing he finally decided before leaning forward and recapturing Bob’s lips passionately. He was going to give this his all and pray that he didn’t fuck things up too royally.
Breaking the kiss and gasping for air Bob nodded emphatically. "Oh, fuck yeah. They'd be insufferable. God, no... just no. Definitely just between us." Bob slid his hands down Ray's sides and over the swell of Ray's ass hesitantly and shut out the fleeting worry about being under Ray like a girl. Pulling them back up he slid them under Ray's shirt and stroked the length of his spine, dragging Ray's shirt up as he did. He bit his lip piercing when he got Ray's shoulders and swore he saw a grin before he yanked the shirt over Ray's head.
Only taking a moment to consider his actions, Ray shifted and straddled Bob’s thighs. Resting his weight on one elbow just next to the drummer’s ear, he attended to the button and zipper of his pants before pressing a shaking hand over the bulge tenting Bob’s boxers. God, this almost felt better than the rush he got every time they walked on stage. Was this what Gerard felt like with Frank? Was this the high that Mikey sought now that both him and his brother were clean? Letting another smile pass over his lips at Bob’s unusually vocal reaction to the slow, tug and pull of his hand over his cock, Ray arched forward and kissed his bottom lip sloppily.
Bob returned this kiss eagerly, Ray's hand on his cock, even through the fabric was insanely good. Ray's. Hand. Is. On. Your. Dick. Bob usually may have publicly been the most reserved member of their band, but now, here in private and under such unusual circumstances, he shrugged off that stoicism. He groaned against Ray's lips and bucked up against his hand, dragging his fingertips over the skin of Ray's back. Slipping his hands between them he finished what he'd started, unzippering Ray's jeans and slipping one hand inside under his boxers. He shivered and made an excited noise in his throat as his fist closed around Ray's solid cock.
Hips twitching and arching into Bob's touch, Ray felt a jolt of lust burn through him like electricity. He was now trembling as their lips parted. Taking in a shaking breath, he gasped softly. "... oh, wow." It was bizarre as could be imagined to feel such a strange mix of nervousness and urgency. It had been years since he'd been able to claim the title virgin, but Ray sure in the hell felt like one tonight.
Stroking Ray slowly inside his pants Bob echoed him. "Yeah.. wow." Pulling the guitarist down to him again he sought Ray's mouth, needing those excited kisses to keep him for getting too weirded out. It was like the press of Ray's lips on his, his tongue snaking into Bob's mouth, grounded him and kept the current zinging through them from making his head explode.
Snaking his hand through the opening of Bob's boxers, Ray slid his hand over the drummer's cock with a stuttered gasp into his mouth. His heart was racing as he gently pulled it out. Tearing his lips from Bob's, Ray looked down to watch not only his hand gliding over the hard yet so fucking smooth surfaces of the Bob's dick but also the movement of Bob's on his own. "... oh, Jesus..." He whispered shrilly not even bothering to hide the shudder in his hips as he responded as a man possessed.
Not wanting to be out done Bob swallowed and pushed Ray's jeans and underwear down. Just enough that he could work his hand on the impressive cock under his fingers more freely and actually see what he was doing when he glanced down between them. It was different from stroking himself, but oddly familiar too. His eye's roamed over the figure of his best friend hovering over him and back down to their fists tugging each other's dicks. "'s nice..."
Ray looked down at Bob from where he was half perched on his lap. He really wanted to hear the noises the other man made earlier. Leaning in somewhat awkwardly, but not letting go... he nosed at Bob's chin until he tilted his head back. Nibbling and sucking at his neck, Ray started to slowly push and pulls his hips back and forth causing Bob's hand to slide over his cock.
Flexing his thick neck under Ray's mouth, Bob rewarded him with the soft whining moans the curly haired man sought. It had felt good before he'd experienced Ray jerking him off while fucking his hand. Now with that too it was too fucking much. "Shit... I swear... I'm gonna come... like any second." Bob was embarrassed that he was getting so worked up so fast. Later he'd blame the booze for the quickness, but really it was the exciting shock of elicit gay hand jobs with Ray, and he knew it.
Sucking on Bob's neck intently, Ray let his eyes roll behind his closed lids and moaned softly. If Bob was close too... he wouldn't look like a complete loser. He sped up the slide of his hand and pressed himself awkwardly even more against the drummer.
Bob was really relieved that Ray had taken it on himself to buck into his hand as the closer he got to coming the more he was really just hanging on and squeezing while his own hips gyrated against Ray's palm. They weren't masturbating, they were fucking each others palms. The thought made him grin through the whine the Ray was causing with his full lips against Bob's neck. Even the hint of a thought about what Ray's mouth would feel like in place of his hand and Bob was done, arching off the floor to explode him Ray's fist.
Gasping loudly, Ray pulled his lips from Bob's neck just in time to catch sight of the last spurt of cum landing on his still pumping fist. "... oh! Oh, shit... oh, shi-t." He dropped his head back onto Bob's shoulder; hips thrusting erratically into the drummer's hand.
Panting and damp like he'd just played a full set Bob held on and squeezed, twisting his hand as Ray took his last few wild bucks and then let go. To have Ray make the face he was making now, just for him, was sort of awesome.
Slumping against Bob, the reality of the situation came crashing down pretty immediately. Ray's heart sped up as a rush of fear and adrenalin coursed through him. He wasn't feeling quite as drunk now. But that didn't take away the fact that Bob's dick was... and his was... "... Oh, fuck."
Bob could feel Ray tense and then the muttered expletive confirmed it. Yeah, it all seems like a good idea when you're drunk, horny and let your dick make the decisions, he whined mentally. "Uhhh..." Bob guiltily removed his hand from Ray's cock, barely resisting the temptation to scrub the cum off on the guy's carpet. "Now what?" Ray was freaking out and things were going to be fucked. Great, just great.
"...I ...I... God, don't hate me... don't fucking hate me..." Ray panicked. It was more about the fact that he was pretty sure Bob would have NEVER done that shit if he'd been sober and that he felt like he just took advantage of his best fucking friend... than the actual act actually bothered him.
Bob blinked at the panic that seemed to be taking over normally calm, stoic Ray. He reached up and rubbed Ray's upper arms nervously, making no move to dislodge him from above him. He wasn't good at this comforting thing. Goddamit guys were just supposed to like ignore weird shit when it went down and muddle on through. It was like written in the guy code. But he didn't want Ray to think he was pissed. "Dude, Ray... I don't fucking hate you. You're the coolest fucking guy I know, I couldn't hate you. Shit... you think I'd trust any of those other fuckers like this?"
"... but... bu-..." Ray took a deep breath. This was no more embarrassing than any shit that his brother had given him upon meeting the Way brothers. Seriously, if anything all it did was prove Louis' point that hanging around 'fruity' people like that so much and you're bound to go a little 'fruity' yourself. Sighing, Ray blushed a little at Bob. "No?" He replied before looking anywhere but their hands and mumbling. "Maybe we should get cleaned up?"
Bob raised an eyebrow at Ray and the near flailing he'd been doing. "You think?" he asked then calmly reached to the side, grabbed Ray's shirt and made a show of wiping his hands clean on it. He then just as calmly mopped up what had landed on his torso before grabbing Ray's hand and wiping it off. Bob then tossed the shirt away from them and flashed a hint of a goofy smile. "There. All cleaned up. Now kiss me."
"...what?!" Ray jerked his chin up from his chest where it had landed the moment Bob had felt it necessary to actually clean him off like he was incapable of doing it himself or something.
"They way I figure it you think because we messed around a little now that the buzz is wearing off I'm going to flip right? I ain't. I had a few but I wasn't that shit faced that my judgment was totally impaired, and now I'm pretty close to stone cold sober. So I figure kiss me now. Think of it as a follow up experiment. A, we can see if its still any good when we aren't wasted or horny. B, you'll see I'm definitely copasetic and not going to kill you. So kiss me."
Lips held tight over his teeth in an expression that was not quite a smile, but not really a grimace either, Ray sighed. Reaching forward, he place his hands on either side of Bob's neck and leaned in. They breathed one another's air for a few moments before Ray finally decided to hell with it and pressed forward.
Bob closed his eyes and kissed Ray back when the other man's lips descended on his. He didn't push for anything too heavy, just pumped his lips against his friend's rather casually. He enjoyed the kiss, but really he mostly wanted Ray to know they were alright, that Bob wasn't going to freak out on him.
As put out as he'd acted, Ray's chest tightened a little when their lips met. This was bad... this was beyond bad. Yet, it was so damn good. Ray had to remind himself that the two of them were just friends. He and Bob, they were just releasing stress and shit. Yeah, that's it. "... so what now?" Ray whispered against Bob's mouth when he pulled away.
Bob grinned up at Ray and bucked. "You could start by letting me up." But the goofy smile and nonchalant attitude were a false front. While he wasn't going to go all weird on one of the best friends he'd ever had the luck to make, he really wasn't okay. In actuality that brief bout of horsing around was about the most exciting sexual encounter Bob had in years and he wasn't sure what to make of it. He schooled his features into his normal placid expression. He wasn't okay, but more importantly, they were.
Chuckling, Ray pulled away from Bob and slid back onto the floor in front of the couch. He squinted at the television and then glanced back at Bob as he re-situated himself. "... shit, it's late... you crashing on the couch?" Ray asked forcing himself to go back to their same old same old routine.
"Yeah, if you don't mind." Bob answered, tucking himself in and doing up his pants. He raised up on his elbows and looked at Ray. He probably should go home, but that would be the sort of weird for them he wanted to avoid, so he'd stay. If you had a set you'd have said yeah, but not on the couch... oh cause that's a brilliant idea. He didn't actually get up, just lay there on the floor watching Ray where he sat near his feet.
Grabbing the television remote, Ray clicked the box off without asking Bob if he was okay with it. He didn't really seem all that interested in it. Ray stood, nodding his head to the AC/DC album that was still playing in the background. Holding out a hand, he offered to help Bob up from the floor. Their eyes met briefly. Ray tried not to flinch at the obvious yet totally denied awkwardness. Instead, he patted the drummer on the shoulder and murmured, "G'nite..." before heading solemnly to his bedroom.
Bob tossed and turned on Ray's couch for a few hours. There was no way in hell he was getting a wink of sleep. He was far to busy obsessing over their mutual masturbation session. More importantly the ramifications of the fact he'd really enjoyed it. Not in a 'that was nice but whoops weren't we drunk, let's just laugh it off' sort of way, but in an 'Oh my god I can't get Ray's face out of my head and I'm pretty sure I'd really like to do that again' sort of way. The argument he wasn't gay didn't really hold water. He supposed he had to be at least a bit bi or wouldn't have done it, wouldn't have liked it, and he'd be asleep without a care by now. Bob sighed and blew his shaggy bangs out of his eyes.
"And Ray thought I was gonna hate him." Bob muttered with a snort as he got to his feet. He padded up the stairs and down the hall to stand holding his breath in front of Ray's bedroom door. Finally he reached out and turned the handle.