Fic: The Only Thing We'll Hit is Sunset
Title: The Only Thing We'll Hit is Sunset
Fandom & Pairing: MCR, Ray/Bob
Rating: R, NC-17? I never know.
Note: Set in gonnafeelgood's i see the girls are out, a lot of freaks in the house universe. You definitely need to read that to understand this.
Summary: Normally, Ray's pretty thankful for how well life has treated him. At this moment, however, as he bangs his head on the table, he's cursing it. Seriously, the only explanation for Bob's complete lack of awareness is that Ray's karma is finally boomeranging on him.
The Only Thing We'll Hit is Sunset
On the whole, Ray's a pretty lucky guy. He's well aware of that. His parents, ex-hippies who have always encouraged him to find his own path, support both his decision to major in music and his sexuality. Plus, he's studying what he loves. He knows some people who bounced through five majors before figuring it out. Even though he has no idea how he's going to get a job after graduation, Ray figures he's got at least two more years before that's a concern.
Normally, Ray's pretty thankful for how well life has treated him. At this moment, however, as he bangs his head on the table, he's cursing it. Seriously, the only explanation for Bob's complete lack of awareness is that Ray's karma is finally boomeranging on him.
"Ray." Lyn-Z slides her hand under his forehead. "Stop it."
He looks up at her. "Lyn, c'mon. I told him that he and I should hang out. I thought I made it pretty clear that it was a date. He showed up with Alicia, Mikey and Gerard."
Lyn-Z laughs and Ray glares at her. "It's not funny," he says.
She smirks. "Where I'm sitting, it's fucking hilarious."
"Shut up." Ray takes a sip of his coffee. "I blame Frank."
Ray thinks about it and decides that, yes, this is all Frank's fault. If Ray hadn't pulled Frank out of a bad pit over the summer, thereby earning Frank's eternal devotion, then Frank would have never called him during the first week of classes and told him to be at the coffee shop. Then, Ray would have never met Bob and he wouldn't be in this position - desperately crushing on someone who doesn't seem all that interested in him.
"Do you want me to talk to him?" Lyn-Z asks.
"No, this isn't middle school. I can do it," Ray protests. "Besides, it doesn't matter. He's probably not interested and he doesn't know how to tell me."
"If he's bringing three other people on your date, then clearly you can't do it." Lyn-Z screws her mouth up as she thinks. "And really, Bob seems pretty clueless. He honestly might not know that you're into him."
Ray looks at her, disbelieving. It's not possible that Bob doesn't know. It's just … no. But then Gerard shows up and Ray leaves before they start making out. New couples are gross.
On the way back to his dorm, Ray scuffs his feet on the sidewalk the whole way. Sure, it fucks up his shoes but he feels a little better afterwards.
The following week, Ray has two papers to write and a quiz on Wednesday so he locks himself up in his dorm room and doesn’t leave except to go to class or the library. By the time Friday comes around, he's ready to go a little nuts. He calls Frank as soon as he gets out of his last class.
"Torosaurus, what the fuck's going on?" Frank asks as soon as he picks up.
"Not much, man." Ray runs his hand through his hair. "What are the plans for tonight?"
"Hang on." There's a muffled noise, like Frank's covering the mouthpiece. He comes back and says, "Alicia's got a friend at CJ Barney's who's willing to serve us. Meet there at nine?"
"Okay," Ray agrees.
By the time Ray shows up, thirty minutes late because he got caught up writing a song, everyone's at the bar and on their second drink. He accepts his hugs from Frank and Mikey, exchanges high-fives with the girls, and grabs a beer. Bob's at the other end of the bar and he makes his way down to Ray.
Bob smiles. "Hey. Haven't seen you around this week."
Ray rolls his eyes. "Apparently all my professors had a meeting and decided to have a shitload of work due this week."
"Suck."
They stand in silence for a few minutes, watching Frank climb on Mikey before Bob speaks again.
"So, look. I had coffee with Lyn-Z a couple of days ago."
Ray's stomach flips and he can feel his face heating up. He briefly considers getting up and walking away from what's sure to be some crushing humiliation, but instead he just smiles and says, "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." Bob scratches the back of his neck. "It was interesting."
Ray doesn't reply. Finally, Bob says, "Come on, Toro, throw me a fucking line here."
Yeah, if Bob thinks Ray's going to make it any easier to have this awkward talk about how Bob just doesn't see Ray in that way, he's wrong. "What are you talking about?"
Bob sighs. "Lyn-Z says you're interested in me."
The word slips out before Ray can think about them. "Duh."
"Really?" Bob asks incredulously.
So far, this conversation isn't going anything like Ray thought it would. In fact, it almost seems like it's going in the complete opposite direction. Ray tries to ignore the flicker of hope in his stomach as he asks, "Did you seriously not know that?"
"Uh, no?"
"Why did you think Frank introduced us to each other?"
Bob shrugs. "I thought he wanted us all to jam together or something."
Lyn-Z was right, Bob really is clueless. "Oh my god, you really are clueless," Ray says.
"Fuck you." Bob turns away.
Ray reaches out, grabs his shoulder, and pulls Bob back around. "Hang on. Dude, I'm completely interested in you. I just figured you weren't."
Bob stares at Ray as he says, "Not true."
The nervousness in the pit of Ray's stomach is completely replaced by something else, something better, as he stares at Bob. The two of them gape at each other for a few seconds until Bob says, "So, just to make sure we're both on the same page, I like you and you like me?"
"Yes," Ray breathes.
"Why are we still standing here?"
If Ray was a better person, he'd tell Bob that they should stay at the bar, maybe go on a few real dates without anyone else tagging along, and then take it back someone's room. Thankfully, Ray is not a better person. He slides his glass on to the bar and grabs his coat. "Good question."
On the way out, Ray looks back and catches Lyn-Z's eye. Ray points his finger to Bob, walking out ahead of him and raises his eyebrows. Lyn-Z punches her fist in the air and gives him a thumbs-up.
Outside, they have a quick debate about whose room would be better. Ray's room is a mess and he's trying to convince him that they should go to Bob's room when Bob totally cheats and sticks his hand in Ray's pocket. Ray's brain skips and the next thing he knows, they're heading toward Ray's dorm.
The walk takes a bit longer than usual though, mostly because they take turns pushing each other up against buildings and making out until they're frantically rubbing against each other's thighs.
"Okay, stop," Ray pants as he pulls away. "We're almost to my place and it's too cold to come in my pants. No touching for the rest of the walk."
"Fair enough." Bob ghosts his hand against Ray's crotch as he pushes himself off the wall. Ray shudders a little and, when he doesn't immediately follow Bob, Bob turns around and says, "Just waiting on you, Toro."
They manage to make it back to the dorm but the hallway is just too long, and Ray's RA totally busts them for making out in the hallway against Ray's door.
After he walks away, Bob growls and shoves Ray's key into the door. As soon as they're in the room and the door is closed and locked, Bob shoves his hand down Ray's pants and Ray comes almost instantaneously, holding on to Bob's shoulders and riding the wave.
He repays Bob the favor by dropping to his knees and pulling Bob's zipper down. It's probably the quickest blowjob Ray's ever given but he's pretty sure it's less his technique and more the build-up. Either way, it's kind of hot how quickly Bob comes. After they catch their breath, Ray pulls Bob's pants all the way off and maneuvers him to the bed.
After they get as comfortable as they can in Ray's crappy twin bed, Ray pokes Bob and begs to know what Lyn-Z said.
Finally Bob says, "She had a flow chart, okay?"
"Really?" Ray laughs so hard he almost falls off the bed.
Bob wraps an arm around him, pulls him back, and says, "Steady there. And yes. There were also some diagrams. The guy next to us at the Satellite was totally eavesdropping and I think it skeeved him out a little."
"I guess some people don't like it when you talk about butt-sex while drinking coffee."
"Guess not."
Ray can feel Bob smiling underneath him and Ray shakes his head. He's totally going to have to buy Lyn-Z some coffee or something to thank her.
*
Later, much later, after the usual fights and dealing with each other's shit and meeting the parents, Ray and Bob get an apartment off-campus and move in together.
Or, as Ray puts it, his streak of good luck continues.
A/N: Title is a line from 'Good Man' by Josh Ritter. Thanks to gonnafeelgood for letting me play in this universe and doing a quickie beta on it. Also, algernon_mouse looked this over and pointed out my inaccuracies and hilarious fish typos. She would like it noted that "I am oddly charmed by this. Begrudgingly." High praise indeed.
Fandom & Pairing: MCR, Ray/Bob
Rating: R, NC-17? I never know.
Note: Set in gonnafeelgood's i see the girls are out, a lot of freaks in the house universe. You definitely need to read that to understand this.
Summary: Normally, Ray's pretty thankful for how well life has treated him. At this moment, however, as he bangs his head on the table, he's cursing it. Seriously, the only explanation for Bob's complete lack of awareness is that Ray's karma is finally boomeranging on him.
The Only Thing We'll Hit is Sunset
On the whole, Ray's a pretty lucky guy. He's well aware of that. His parents, ex-hippies who have always encouraged him to find his own path, support both his decision to major in music and his sexuality. Plus, he's studying what he loves. He knows some people who bounced through five majors before figuring it out. Even though he has no idea how he's going to get a job after graduation, Ray figures he's got at least two more years before that's a concern.
Normally, Ray's pretty thankful for how well life has treated him. At this moment, however, as he bangs his head on the table, he's cursing it. Seriously, the only explanation for Bob's complete lack of awareness is that Ray's karma is finally boomeranging on him.
"Ray." Lyn-Z slides her hand under his forehead. "Stop it."
He looks up at her. "Lyn, c'mon. I told him that he and I should hang out. I thought I made it pretty clear that it was a date. He showed up with Alicia, Mikey and Gerard."
Lyn-Z laughs and Ray glares at her. "It's not funny," he says.
She smirks. "Where I'm sitting, it's fucking hilarious."
"Shut up." Ray takes a sip of his coffee. "I blame Frank."
Ray thinks about it and decides that, yes, this is all Frank's fault. If Ray hadn't pulled Frank out of a bad pit over the summer, thereby earning Frank's eternal devotion, then Frank would have never called him during the first week of classes and told him to be at the coffee shop. Then, Ray would have never met Bob and he wouldn't be in this position - desperately crushing on someone who doesn't seem all that interested in him.
"Do you want me to talk to him?" Lyn-Z asks.
"No, this isn't middle school. I can do it," Ray protests. "Besides, it doesn't matter. He's probably not interested and he doesn't know how to tell me."
"If he's bringing three other people on your date, then clearly you can't do it." Lyn-Z screws her mouth up as she thinks. "And really, Bob seems pretty clueless. He honestly might not know that you're into him."
Ray looks at her, disbelieving. It's not possible that Bob doesn't know. It's just … no. But then Gerard shows up and Ray leaves before they start making out. New couples are gross.
On the way back to his dorm, Ray scuffs his feet on the sidewalk the whole way. Sure, it fucks up his shoes but he feels a little better afterwards.
The following week, Ray has two papers to write and a quiz on Wednesday so he locks himself up in his dorm room and doesn’t leave except to go to class or the library. By the time Friday comes around, he's ready to go a little nuts. He calls Frank as soon as he gets out of his last class.
"Torosaurus, what the fuck's going on?" Frank asks as soon as he picks up.
"Not much, man." Ray runs his hand through his hair. "What are the plans for tonight?"
"Hang on." There's a muffled noise, like Frank's covering the mouthpiece. He comes back and says, "Alicia's got a friend at CJ Barney's who's willing to serve us. Meet there at nine?"
"Okay," Ray agrees.
By the time Ray shows up, thirty minutes late because he got caught up writing a song, everyone's at the bar and on their second drink. He accepts his hugs from Frank and Mikey, exchanges high-fives with the girls, and grabs a beer. Bob's at the other end of the bar and he makes his way down to Ray.
Bob smiles. "Hey. Haven't seen you around this week."
Ray rolls his eyes. "Apparently all my professors had a meeting and decided to have a shitload of work due this week."
"Suck."
They stand in silence for a few minutes, watching Frank climb on Mikey before Bob speaks again.
"So, look. I had coffee with Lyn-Z a couple of days ago."
Ray's stomach flips and he can feel his face heating up. He briefly considers getting up and walking away from what's sure to be some crushing humiliation, but instead he just smiles and says, "Oh yeah?"
"Yeah." Bob scratches the back of his neck. "It was interesting."
Ray doesn't reply. Finally, Bob says, "Come on, Toro, throw me a fucking line here."
Yeah, if Bob thinks Ray's going to make it any easier to have this awkward talk about how Bob just doesn't see Ray in that way, he's wrong. "What are you talking about?"
Bob sighs. "Lyn-Z says you're interested in me."
The word slips out before Ray can think about them. "Duh."
"Really?" Bob asks incredulously.
So far, this conversation isn't going anything like Ray thought it would. In fact, it almost seems like it's going in the complete opposite direction. Ray tries to ignore the flicker of hope in his stomach as he asks, "Did you seriously not know that?"
"Uh, no?"
"Why did you think Frank introduced us to each other?"
Bob shrugs. "I thought he wanted us all to jam together or something."
Lyn-Z was right, Bob really is clueless. "Oh my god, you really are clueless," Ray says.
"Fuck you." Bob turns away.
Ray reaches out, grabs his shoulder, and pulls Bob back around. "Hang on. Dude, I'm completely interested in you. I just figured you weren't."
Bob stares at Ray as he says, "Not true."
The nervousness in the pit of Ray's stomach is completely replaced by something else, something better, as he stares at Bob. The two of them gape at each other for a few seconds until Bob says, "So, just to make sure we're both on the same page, I like you and you like me?"
"Yes," Ray breathes.
"Why are we still standing here?"
If Ray was a better person, he'd tell Bob that they should stay at the bar, maybe go on a few real dates without anyone else tagging along, and then take it back someone's room. Thankfully, Ray is not a better person. He slides his glass on to the bar and grabs his coat. "Good question."
On the way out, Ray looks back and catches Lyn-Z's eye. Ray points his finger to Bob, walking out ahead of him and raises his eyebrows. Lyn-Z punches her fist in the air and gives him a thumbs-up.
Outside, they have a quick debate about whose room would be better. Ray's room is a mess and he's trying to convince him that they should go to Bob's room when Bob totally cheats and sticks his hand in Ray's pocket. Ray's brain skips and the next thing he knows, they're heading toward Ray's dorm.
The walk takes a bit longer than usual though, mostly because they take turns pushing each other up against buildings and making out until they're frantically rubbing against each other's thighs.
"Okay, stop," Ray pants as he pulls away. "We're almost to my place and it's too cold to come in my pants. No touching for the rest of the walk."
"Fair enough." Bob ghosts his hand against Ray's crotch as he pushes himself off the wall. Ray shudders a little and, when he doesn't immediately follow Bob, Bob turns around and says, "Just waiting on you, Toro."
They manage to make it back to the dorm but the hallway is just too long, and Ray's RA totally busts them for making out in the hallway against Ray's door.
After he walks away, Bob growls and shoves Ray's key into the door. As soon as they're in the room and the door is closed and locked, Bob shoves his hand down Ray's pants and Ray comes almost instantaneously, holding on to Bob's shoulders and riding the wave.
He repays Bob the favor by dropping to his knees and pulling Bob's zipper down. It's probably the quickest blowjob Ray's ever given but he's pretty sure it's less his technique and more the build-up. Either way, it's kind of hot how quickly Bob comes. After they catch their breath, Ray pulls Bob's pants all the way off and maneuvers him to the bed.
After they get as comfortable as they can in Ray's crappy twin bed, Ray pokes Bob and begs to know what Lyn-Z said.
Finally Bob says, "She had a flow chart, okay?"
"Really?" Ray laughs so hard he almost falls off the bed.
Bob wraps an arm around him, pulls him back, and says, "Steady there. And yes. There were also some diagrams. The guy next to us at the Satellite was totally eavesdropping and I think it skeeved him out a little."
"I guess some people don't like it when you talk about butt-sex while drinking coffee."
"Guess not."
Ray can feel Bob smiling underneath him and Ray shakes his head. He's totally going to have to buy Lyn-Z some coffee or something to thank her.
*
Later, much later, after the usual fights and dealing with each other's shit and meeting the parents, Ray and Bob get an apartment off-campus and move in together.
Or, as Ray puts it, his streak of good luck continues.
A/N: Title is a line from 'Good Man' by Josh Ritter. Thanks to gonnafeelgood for letting me play in this universe and doing a quickie beta on it. Also, algernon_mouse looked this over and pointed out my inaccuracies and hilarious fish typos. She would like it noted that "I am oddly charmed by this. Begrudgingly." High praise indeed.