Fic: Big Hands I Know You're the One 1/1 (My Chemical Romance, NC-17, Mikey/Ray)
Title: Big Hands I Know You're the One
Status: Complete
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Word Count: roughly 1,800
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in or related to My Chemical Romance. Real people are real and not mine.
Pairing: Mikey/Ray
Rating: NC-17
Beta and helper thanks: rivlee for the quick beta .
Authors Notes: Written for the bandomkinkmeme for the prompt "Ray/Mikey, Mikey is a size queen".
Warnings: Graphic sex.
Summary: Ray's under the mistaken impression that he's not Mikey's type.
Ray’s always thought Mikey was hot, even back when he was a dork with glasses too big for his face but Ray is not Mikey's type. Anyone with eyes knows that Mikey is attracted people who are slender and sleek and dark - like Pete and Gabe and the other scene kids Mikey’s fucked around with.
Ray's none of those things and never has been. He’s the guitarist who looks like he’s been airdropped in from another band, possibly another planet, and he knows it. So while he and Mikey were close and got nothing but tighter over the years, he sort of put Mikey in a "Never Going To Happen” file. It kept him from hurting himself or doing anything stupid and he moved on without giving it too much thought. At least he did until Mikey climbs into his bunk after a particularly good show and starts pulling at his clothes. His fly in particular.
"What the fuck Mikeyway?"
"You know what I noticed recently?" Mikey murmurs as he tugs hard at Ray's jeans.
"Hm?"
"You have fucking huge hands. They're crazy big."
Ray frowns. That makes him sound like a yeti or something. "They're completely proportional to the rest of me."
"Yeah, I know," Mikey says with a grin as he finally manages to get Ray's jeans down his legs. They get stuck at his feet. "I just never noticed.”
“Until recently.”
“Like less than a dozen cities ago, yeah.” Mikey pulls his shoes off with ruthless efficiency. “Christ, your feet are huge too. You're a big guy, Ray Toro. You barely fit in here."
He’s normal person sized. And the bunk is not a space made for two. Ray blinks and sits up, cracking his head on the low ceiling before flopping back down. "Shit. Uh, yeah. There's more room when you're not here."
"Yeah, but when I'm not here I can't do this," Mikey sighs, stretching over him so that their bodies are squeezed together in the tight space.
Ray forgets how to breathe when Mikey's nose rubs against him and then any hope of ever remembering disappears when Mikey's hand wraps around his dick. He groans; that's not surprising, but fucking Mikey does too, his eyes drifting shut and his lips curling up into a smile.
"I knew it. I fucking knew it. Fuck, Ray, you fill my whole fucking hand. More than. Jesus. The fuck was I thinking?"
"Uh." Because really what the hell do you say to that? Nothing because Mikey is kissing the shit out of him and jacking his hand up and down and even if Ray wanted to analyze the situation he can’t because Mikey Way has completely shut down his brain.
"I wasn't paying attention," Mikey mumbles against his mouth before he pulls away. "I see now." See what, Ray has no fucking clue but Mikey's slithering down to the foot of the bunk and in a move that requires a level of flexibility Ray will never hand, Mikey manages to fold himself and licks a slow, wet stripe from root to tip like he's working on a popsicle.
"Perfect. Shame on you for hiding your talent from me, Toro," Mikey says on a sigh before taking Ray fully into his mouth. He sucks and curls his tongue in a twisting motion and actually hums a little in satisfaction before going as deep as he can in the awkward position and tight bunk.
Ray bites on the ball of his hand because he's going to scream and the guys - fucking Mikey's brother - can probably hear too much of this already.
It’s an embarrassingly short amount of time before Ray comes. He draws blood with his teeth and his other hand pulls Mikey's hair harder than he should when he tries to warn him but Mikey doesn't let go until he's limp and spent.
Mikey crawls up him when it’s over and curls around Ray, looking smug as fuck. He reaches for Mikey with the hand he hasn’t torn to shit "Do you want me to-"
But Mikey shakes his head. "Hotel night tomorrow, Big Guy. You're going to fuck me."
"I am?"
"Yep. Bend me in half and just fuck me raw. But not in the bunk so I can wait." Then Mikey kisses him, teasing - which is crazy because he just came he shouldn't feel teased - then rolls out of the bunk.
And fucking he does. He shoots Ray looks across the bus all day and plays against him during the gig that night and when they get to the hotel he plucks two keys to room 723 from Brian's hands before the ever popular roommate debate can begin.
"Thanks, Brian," Mikey says as he tosses Ray one of the keys. "Hot water calls."
Ray stalls for about half an hour listening to Frank and Gerard bicker over who should get to room with Bob, who was not a snorer or a TV-hog, before Bob declared that they could keep each other. Then, well, he was out of excuses.
Mikey was out of the shower when Ray got there, his hair wet and slicked back, his body slippery wet and covered in nothing but one of those too-small hotel towels. It's almost impossible for Ray to get a good hold on him when Mikey grabs him and pulls him onto the closer or nearer of the two queen-sized beds.
"Take off your pants."
"Mikey don't you think we should talk about this?"
"I think your pants should come off so I can fucking ride you already."
Ray likes to think he's a good person but there's only so much goodness a man can have. He toes off his shoes and shimmies out of his pants and really he should be surprised when Mikey produces a Magnum condom and a packet of lube from somewhere in his towel before he drops it completely, but somewhere between the blowjob and the way Mikey licked his fucking neck - Frank style- during the show he managed to get over the shock.
Now he can just appreciate Mikey's lithe body as he kneels over Ray and fucks himself open with his fingers, mouth slack and make-up remnants smudged. He is so fucking pretty that Ray can't help but run his hands over sharp collar bones and up his graceful neck and down his pale chest. Mikey's eyes drift shut when he does that so Ray keeps going until Mikey pulls back and lowers himself down onto Ray’s dick, head tipped back and moaning.
Then Ray can’t do anything but grab Mikey’s hips and hold on. Christ it’s been way too long since he got laid and the last time isn’t even a memory compared to Mikey. Hot, tight, slick and moaning, Mikey - quiet Mikey Way - is moaning on his cock like a whore. Only Ray didn’t pay for this. He didn’t ask but he sure as hell received. He’s high on pleasure and he can’t do much but stare which seems to be enough for Mikey.
Mostly anyway. Mikey drags one of Ray’s hands off his hip and wraps it around him. “Hands,” he stutters on panting breaths. “Your fucking hands, Ray.” Mikey looks down at him with heavy lidded eyes as he rolls his hips and Ray’s hand strokes without thought, matching Mikey’s rhythm like they’ve been doing this since day fucking one.
Ray shifts, something about the way Mikey comes down this time is different and he freezes, a strangled “ngh” noise escaping his throat. It’s needy. Mikey’s needy, Ray finally realizes. And he’s the guy who gets to give him what he needs. He’s never been that before and it’s kind of heady.
He remembers what Mikey said about being folded in half and in a move that really impresses himself, Ray manages to roll them both so that Mikey is on the bottom. It earns him another “ngh.” So does reaching down and pulling Mikey’s legs up to rest on Ray’s shoulders.
“Touch yourself,” Ray breathes, bracing his arms on the bed on either side of Mikey’s head. Mikey nods, staring blindly as Ray fucks into him with hard, precise thrusts that push deep into Mikey and make him choke on vowel sounds. He keeps steady until Mikey comes, Ray’s name stretching into ten syllables as Mikey shoots sticky and hot all over his hand and both their stomachs.
“Don’t,” Mikey pants. “Don’t stop. Wanna feel you finish.”
And Ray can’t argue with that. He’s more selfish now because Mikey’s loose and pliant beneath him, making that little noise every time Ray bottoms out inside him, but relaxed all the same. Ray bites Mikey’s shoulder when he comes and it’s purple when he lets go and pulls out.
They lie next to each other in silence that’s well on its way to deeply fucking awkward when Mikey laughs.
“What?”
“Nothing, it’s just, you’re just right.”
“Beg pardon?”
“You know, like the three bears? This porridge is too hot, this one’s too cold? Well its more, This dick is too short. This one is too thin. This one would be close if it didn't curve to the left so much. That was a problem a lot. Not you though. You’re like,” he squeezes his fingers together, “This close to too big but actually, you’re just right.”
That’s fucking Way logic right there. And only years of exposure makes it decipherable. “You were playing Goldi-cocks with your exes until you found a dick big enough? So what, I’m porridge?”
“No. You’re Ray. It took me a while to realize you fit just right is all.”
“Your ass?”
Mikey laughs again. Sex always makes him freer with his laughter; Ray remembers that from when Pete Wentz was around all the time. Only he made it happen this time. It makes him kind of ache right between his ribs because he’s always wanted to be that guy. So he can live with that probably. If this, them, is just Mikey satisfying some size queen thing Ray will deal so long as it means Mikey’ll laugh like that more often.
“Yeah. But I meant the rest of me. You fit me just right too.”
“Oh.” Okay. That's...that's kind of a lot to process but it's good. It's dizzyingly good. “Okay then.”
“Okay then,” Mikey agrees. When he snuggles into Ray’s side, Ray lets himself wrap his arm around Mikey’s shoulder and not second guess it.
“I haven’t taken a shower yet. Wanna join me?”
Mikey smiles against his chest, he can feel it through the t-shirt he’s still wearing. “You know I can’t say no to a working shower. See what I mean about just right?”
Ray doesn’t. But he wants to. And he figures that threading his fingers with Mikey’s and leading him to the still-wet hotel shower is a good start.
Status: Complete
Fandom: My Chemical Romance
Word Count: roughly 1,800
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in or related to My Chemical Romance. Real people are real and not mine.
Pairing: Mikey/Ray
Rating: NC-17
Beta and helper thanks: rivlee for the quick beta .
Authors Notes: Written for the bandomkinkmeme for the prompt "Ray/Mikey, Mikey is a size queen".
Warnings: Graphic sex.
Summary: Ray's under the mistaken impression that he's not Mikey's type.
Ray’s always thought Mikey was hot, even back when he was a dork with glasses too big for his face but Ray is not Mikey's type. Anyone with eyes knows that Mikey is attracted people who are slender and sleek and dark - like Pete and Gabe and the other scene kids Mikey’s fucked around with.
Ray's none of those things and never has been. He’s the guitarist who looks like he’s been airdropped in from another band, possibly another planet, and he knows it. So while he and Mikey were close and got nothing but tighter over the years, he sort of put Mikey in a "Never Going To Happen” file. It kept him from hurting himself or doing anything stupid and he moved on without giving it too much thought. At least he did until Mikey climbs into his bunk after a particularly good show and starts pulling at his clothes. His fly in particular.
"What the fuck Mikeyway?"
"You know what I noticed recently?" Mikey murmurs as he tugs hard at Ray's jeans.
"Hm?"
"You have fucking huge hands. They're crazy big."
Ray frowns. That makes him sound like a yeti or something. "They're completely proportional to the rest of me."
"Yeah, I know," Mikey says with a grin as he finally manages to get Ray's jeans down his legs. They get stuck at his feet. "I just never noticed.”
“Until recently.”
“Like less than a dozen cities ago, yeah.” Mikey pulls his shoes off with ruthless efficiency. “Christ, your feet are huge too. You're a big guy, Ray Toro. You barely fit in here."
He’s normal person sized. And the bunk is not a space made for two. Ray blinks and sits up, cracking his head on the low ceiling before flopping back down. "Shit. Uh, yeah. There's more room when you're not here."
"Yeah, but when I'm not here I can't do this," Mikey sighs, stretching over him so that their bodies are squeezed together in the tight space.
Ray forgets how to breathe when Mikey's nose rubs against him and then any hope of ever remembering disappears when Mikey's hand wraps around his dick. He groans; that's not surprising, but fucking Mikey does too, his eyes drifting shut and his lips curling up into a smile.
"I knew it. I fucking knew it. Fuck, Ray, you fill my whole fucking hand. More than. Jesus. The fuck was I thinking?"
"Uh." Because really what the hell do you say to that? Nothing because Mikey is kissing the shit out of him and jacking his hand up and down and even if Ray wanted to analyze the situation he can’t because Mikey Way has completely shut down his brain.
"I wasn't paying attention," Mikey mumbles against his mouth before he pulls away. "I see now." See what, Ray has no fucking clue but Mikey's slithering down to the foot of the bunk and in a move that requires a level of flexibility Ray will never hand, Mikey manages to fold himself and licks a slow, wet stripe from root to tip like he's working on a popsicle.
"Perfect. Shame on you for hiding your talent from me, Toro," Mikey says on a sigh before taking Ray fully into his mouth. He sucks and curls his tongue in a twisting motion and actually hums a little in satisfaction before going as deep as he can in the awkward position and tight bunk.
Ray bites on the ball of his hand because he's going to scream and the guys - fucking Mikey's brother - can probably hear too much of this already.
It’s an embarrassingly short amount of time before Ray comes. He draws blood with his teeth and his other hand pulls Mikey's hair harder than he should when he tries to warn him but Mikey doesn't let go until he's limp and spent.
Mikey crawls up him when it’s over and curls around Ray, looking smug as fuck. He reaches for Mikey with the hand he hasn’t torn to shit "Do you want me to-"
But Mikey shakes his head. "Hotel night tomorrow, Big Guy. You're going to fuck me."
"I am?"
"Yep. Bend me in half and just fuck me raw. But not in the bunk so I can wait." Then Mikey kisses him, teasing - which is crazy because he just came he shouldn't feel teased - then rolls out of the bunk.
And fucking he does. He shoots Ray looks across the bus all day and plays against him during the gig that night and when they get to the hotel he plucks two keys to room 723 from Brian's hands before the ever popular roommate debate can begin.
"Thanks, Brian," Mikey says as he tosses Ray one of the keys. "Hot water calls."
Ray stalls for about half an hour listening to Frank and Gerard bicker over who should get to room with Bob, who was not a snorer or a TV-hog, before Bob declared that they could keep each other. Then, well, he was out of excuses.
Mikey was out of the shower when Ray got there, his hair wet and slicked back, his body slippery wet and covered in nothing but one of those too-small hotel towels. It's almost impossible for Ray to get a good hold on him when Mikey grabs him and pulls him onto the closer or nearer of the two queen-sized beds.
"Take off your pants."
"Mikey don't you think we should talk about this?"
"I think your pants should come off so I can fucking ride you already."
Ray likes to think he's a good person but there's only so much goodness a man can have. He toes off his shoes and shimmies out of his pants and really he should be surprised when Mikey produces a Magnum condom and a packet of lube from somewhere in his towel before he drops it completely, but somewhere between the blowjob and the way Mikey licked his fucking neck - Frank style- during the show he managed to get over the shock.
Now he can just appreciate Mikey's lithe body as he kneels over Ray and fucks himself open with his fingers, mouth slack and make-up remnants smudged. He is so fucking pretty that Ray can't help but run his hands over sharp collar bones and up his graceful neck and down his pale chest. Mikey's eyes drift shut when he does that so Ray keeps going until Mikey pulls back and lowers himself down onto Ray’s dick, head tipped back and moaning.
Then Ray can’t do anything but grab Mikey’s hips and hold on. Christ it’s been way too long since he got laid and the last time isn’t even a memory compared to Mikey. Hot, tight, slick and moaning, Mikey - quiet Mikey Way - is moaning on his cock like a whore. Only Ray didn’t pay for this. He didn’t ask but he sure as hell received. He’s high on pleasure and he can’t do much but stare which seems to be enough for Mikey.
Mostly anyway. Mikey drags one of Ray’s hands off his hip and wraps it around him. “Hands,” he stutters on panting breaths. “Your fucking hands, Ray.” Mikey looks down at him with heavy lidded eyes as he rolls his hips and Ray’s hand strokes without thought, matching Mikey’s rhythm like they’ve been doing this since day fucking one.
Ray shifts, something about the way Mikey comes down this time is different and he freezes, a strangled “ngh” noise escaping his throat. It’s needy. Mikey’s needy, Ray finally realizes. And he’s the guy who gets to give him what he needs. He’s never been that before and it’s kind of heady.
He remembers what Mikey said about being folded in half and in a move that really impresses himself, Ray manages to roll them both so that Mikey is on the bottom. It earns him another “ngh.” So does reaching down and pulling Mikey’s legs up to rest on Ray’s shoulders.
“Touch yourself,” Ray breathes, bracing his arms on the bed on either side of Mikey’s head. Mikey nods, staring blindly as Ray fucks into him with hard, precise thrusts that push deep into Mikey and make him choke on vowel sounds. He keeps steady until Mikey comes, Ray’s name stretching into ten syllables as Mikey shoots sticky and hot all over his hand and both their stomachs.
“Don’t,” Mikey pants. “Don’t stop. Wanna feel you finish.”
And Ray can’t argue with that. He’s more selfish now because Mikey’s loose and pliant beneath him, making that little noise every time Ray bottoms out inside him, but relaxed all the same. Ray bites Mikey’s shoulder when he comes and it’s purple when he lets go and pulls out.
They lie next to each other in silence that’s well on its way to deeply fucking awkward when Mikey laughs.
“What?”
“Nothing, it’s just, you’re just right.”
“Beg pardon?”
“You know, like the three bears? This porridge is too hot, this one’s too cold? Well its more, This dick is too short. This one is too thin. This one would be close if it didn't curve to the left so much. That was a problem a lot. Not you though. You’re like,” he squeezes his fingers together, “This close to too big but actually, you’re just right.”
That’s fucking Way logic right there. And only years of exposure makes it decipherable. “You were playing Goldi-cocks with your exes until you found a dick big enough? So what, I’m porridge?”
“No. You’re Ray. It took me a while to realize you fit just right is all.”
“Your ass?”
Mikey laughs again. Sex always makes him freer with his laughter; Ray remembers that from when Pete Wentz was around all the time. Only he made it happen this time. It makes him kind of ache right between his ribs because he’s always wanted to be that guy. So he can live with that probably. If this, them, is just Mikey satisfying some size queen thing Ray will deal so long as it means Mikey’ll laugh like that more often.
“Yeah. But I meant the rest of me. You fit me just right too.”
“Oh.” Okay. That's...that's kind of a lot to process but it's good. It's dizzyingly good. “Okay then.”
“Okay then,” Mikey agrees. When he snuggles into Ray’s side, Ray lets himself wrap his arm around Mikey’s shoulder and not second guess it.
“I haven’t taken a shower yet. Wanna join me?”
Mikey smiles against his chest, he can feel it through the t-shirt he’s still wearing. “You know I can’t say no to a working shower. See what I mean about just right?”
Ray doesn’t. But he wants to. And he figures that threading his fingers with Mikey’s and leading him to the still-wet hotel shower is a good start.