Birthday Fic: Exposure 4c
Title: Exposure part 4c
Author: Casey Ben Sullivan
Pairing: Ray/Bob, Ray/Mikey/Bob
Rating: adult
POV: third person, Bob's POV
Summary: There's an unexpected battle for dominance when Mikey joins Ray and Bob in bed.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true.
Series: Part 1: Gerard/Frank, Part 2: Bob/Ray, Part 3: Bob/Ray, Part 4a: Mikey/everyone, Part 4b: Ray/Bob, Ray/Bob/Mikey
Author's Note: Written for my wonderful friend weekendgothgirl for her birthday. It's a little early, but I just couldn't wait!
Bob's pretty worked up from making out with Ray earlier, so it doesn't take him as long as usual to get out of his clothes. Mikey has an endearing awkwardness about him in the way he bends and folds around himself to take his clothes off, finally revealing a body that's too thin and too pale. He hunches around himself a little, making Bob think that maybe he's not the only one in this room with body issues. Bob pats the bed beside him, and Mikey sits down.
Their eyes lock once Mikey is sitting, and they both lean in to kiss at the same time. Bob starts off slow, until he realizes that Mikey's trying to dominate the kiss; so Bob kisses him back more fiercely, displaying his own dominance in the kiss. It's starting to turn into a competition when Ray, half naked, clears his throat beside them, and Bob pulls back from the kiss, raising an expectant eyebrow. Ray opens his mouth tentatively, and finally says,
"Just wondering if I could join in."
Ray's kissing Bob before he can think of a response, but he's not about to complain. He takes it slow at first, because he knows Ray isn't into taking control; even when Ray pushes up the pace of the kiss, he does it out of passion, not a need for dominance. That's one reason Ray and Bob get along so well in bed. He's not so sure how it's going to go with Mikey.
"Get undressed," Bob tells Ray after pulling back from the kiss, and it's almost an order. As Ray bends to fumble out of his jeans, Bob looks at Mikey, nodding his head very slightly toward Ray. Mikey tilts his head toward Ray and raises a questioning eyebrow, his eyes studying Bob's face intently. Bob nods, and it's decided. Ray's going to be in the middle tonight.
Bob's never been in a threesome before, and he's never been with another alpha. This is going to be interesting.
"You look good," Mikey says approvingly, and Bob cuts a glance his way. It's not what he expected out of Mikey. It's not something he ever says, either, except when he and Ray are chest-to-chest and cock-to-cock and he pants, 'You're so fuckin' hot'. Ray always blushes and ducks his eyes. He does the same thing now, smiling. "Get in bed."
Ray doesn't question the order, or even the fact that Mikey is telling him what to do. He just climbs into the bed between them, his muscles lax, shoulders and hips rolling as he crawls toward the center of the bed.
Bob has never been truly dominant with Ray, but he's starting to think that Ray would respond well to it. He's completely at ease with the way both Mikey and Bob are taking control, telling him what to do. Maybe Mikey's onto something. Bob studies Mikey for a minute before joining Ray in the middle of the bed.
"You wanna get fucked?" he asks, his voice rougher than usual. Ray swallows and nods, looking up at Bob with dark eyes. Bob's helpless to do anything but kiss him.
There's movement on the bed beside him, and then Mikey's kneeling next to Ray, condoms and lube in one hand. "Get on your hands and knees," he says, and it's not a suggestion. Ray nods and turns over onto his hands and knees, the back of his neck flushed pink where his thick, curly hair falls out of the way. Bob bends over and pushes Ray's hair fully out of the way, biting down on the flesh at the back of Ray's neck. Ray moans, and Bob knows he's going to mark him when he fucks him.
Bob takes a condom from Mikey, holding out his hand when Mikey motions with the lube. It feels like taking an order, and it makes Bob feel vaguely uncomfortable; but the feeling passes in a few seconds, once he's got a dollop of lube in his palm and a condom on his cock. Bob slicks himself up and then presses two fingers slowly inside Ray, feeling him stretch and resist and stretch again as Bob fucks his fingers slowly in and out.
"You're going to suck me," he hears Mikey say, and looks up to see Mikey kneeling in front of Ray. Part of Bob wants to warn Mikey that Ray doesn't give the best blowjobs, but that would be unnecessarily mean with Ray kneeling right there and besides, it's not like Ray doesn't try. The other part of him notices the quiet moan that escapes Ray's mouth when Mikey gives the order. Bob's cock twitches between his legs.
Bob doesn't want to penetrate Ray at the same time Mikey does, at least at first, so he gives Mikey a questioning look, and Mikey shrugs, as if to say 'go ahead'. Bob takes a deep breath and knees foward, easing his fingers out of Ray, his own groan threatening to escape when Ray's head drops between his shoulders and he whimpers. Bob presses the head of his cock against Ray's hole and he has to close his eyes, already turned on by the promise of warmth and the way Ray's hole twitches against his sensitive flesh. So tight and so small; it's always amazing to Bob that he can fit inside.
"Push back on me," Bob says, steadying his cock as Ray obeys. He grits his teeth, holding back the sounds in his throat as Ray's heat slowly envelopes his cock. He breathes slowly and steadily, feeling the heavy pulse of blood in his cock as he fills Ray up completely. Ray clenches around him, loosening a little but always tightening back up again. Bob can barely stand it. He wants to come now.
It's a good thing he has good control over his body. To come now would be a disappointment to both himself and Ray, no matter how good it might feel in the moment. Bob gathers himself and then starts thrusting, gripping Ray's hips for balance. Ray sways a little with him, forward when he pushes forward and back when he pulls back, until they're finally moving in counterpoint and Ray's pushing back when Bob thrusts forward. The hotel room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and panting breaths, mingling with the ambient noise of traffic and sirens in the background.
Mikey shows considerable restraint, kneeling in front of Ray without making any move to put his cock in his mouth until Bob has a good rhythm going. Then Bob watches as Mikey brings his hand up to stroke the side of Ray's face, his hand moving forward, presumably to Ray's lips. Bob's best guess is that Ray is sucking on Mikey's fingers, between the way his head is angle and the lustful way Mikey is staring down at Ray's face. Bob licks his lips, gathering saliva that's suddenly pooling in the corners of his mouth.
Bob concentrates on the rhythm, in and out, in and out, tight heat gripping satisfyingly at his cock. Ray's head is bobbing up and down now, Mikey's body raised up more than before, his eyes closed, head tilted back. Something makes him make a sharp sound and he buries his hand in Ray's hair, yanking, muttering "No teeth" before a new look of pleasure washes over his face. It's the first time Bob has ever seen that look on Mikey's face, and it's fucking beautiful. Mikey's lips part just so, the skin around his eyes and forehead relaxing as he pumps his hips toward Ray's mouth. The sight is enough to make Bob's thrusts speed up, until he feels familiar arousal coiling and uncoiling in his belly.
He reaches down to stroke Ray's cock, but Mikey shakes his head. Bob starts to pull his hand away, then decides he doesn't want to be Mikey's... whatever, and jerks Ray off anyway. Mikey glares at him but keeps fucking Ray's face steadily, not punishing him for Bob's actions. Bob continues, steadfast in the knowledge that Mikey might be in control of Ray, but he's not in control of Bob. Bob doesn't give in so easily. Or at all.
Ray's moaning obscenely around Mikey's cock, his ass clenching hard around Bob, and it's all Bob can do not to come. He ignores the ache in his hand and jerks Ray off faster and harder, twisting his hand just under the head just the way Ray likes it. A few more tight squeezes around his cock, and then Ray's coming, spilling all over the already-questionable hotel sheets and sagging a little when he's done. Bob needs him to stay up so he can fuck him, so he tries something new and slaps Ray sharply on the ass. Ray responds, stiffening at first and then thrusting back against Bob, giving as good as he's getting. Bob is surprised and pleased. He hadn't thought it would work.
"Good boy," he growls, hips jerking faster as orgasm approaches. Bob bends himself over Ray's back and bites down on the back of his neck again, tasting skin and hair and shampoo and sweat before the only thing he's thinking about is the heat around his cock and the flesh between his teeth, feeling it bruise and warm under his tongue. The next thing he knows, he's coming, filling the condom with wet and slick and pressing his hips hard against Ray's ass. When his cock is done pulsing, he pulls out, wincing at the shock of cool air on his cock and sitting back on his heels. That's when Mikey really gets down to business, fucking Ray's face with a determination usually reserved for bass solos that Ray has written for him.
Bob's not sure when Mikey comes, but a few minutes later he's sinking back onto his heels, mirroring Bob's pose. For his part, Ray curls up on his side, resting his head on Mikey's thigh and hooking a foot over Bob's knee. He's calm and peaceful, and that's exactly what Bob wants for him. This worked out well, at least for Ray.
There's a problem, though. Bob defied Mikey in the heat of the moment, and even though it's important to Bob not to act submissively toward Mikey, now he's worried that he's done something to hurt their friendship. Mikey might take it personally, or not want to do this again... maybe he'll just want to be with Ray, now, instead of Ray and Bob, and Ray will get tired of Bob, and spend all his time in bed with Mikey because he's a better Dom than Bob is.
But Bob finally risks a glance at Mikey, and when he does, he's relieved to see the same uncertainty he feels clouding Mikey's expression. Mikey bites his lip and glances away, so Bob does the same, staring at the off-white sheets for a minute before looking tentatively up at Mikey again. When he does, Mikey's shoulders are slumped, his hand stroking Ray's hair.
"That was good," Mikey says, but Bob's not sure if he means it. Ray mumbles an agreement against Mikey's leg, and Bob nods cautiously, adding his own agreement.
Ray eventually falls asleep, his steady breathing matching the beating of Bob's heart. Bob watches as Mikey gently lifts Ray's head from his thigh and tucks a pillow under it, Ray's hair fanning out messily across the fabric. Bob can't help but smile at the sight, and the next thing he knows, Mikey's kneeling right next to him.
Before he knows what's happening, Mikey pulls him in for a kiss, sucking in air before sealing his lips to Bob's. Bob tenses, not sure whether to protest or respond, but then Mikey does the unexpected. He starts kissing Bob, slow and sweet, but in a way that he's not trying to take control. Bob tests it, tilts his head and pulls Mikey's hair and kisses him more forcefully, and Mikey lets him. Mikey's submission is the sweetest thing Bob has experienced all night.
He pulls back to look at Mikey, really look at him, his eyes roaming curiously over the pale planes of Mikey's face. Mikey meets his gaze firmly, but not challengingly; then his eyes change and there are the smallest of ripples around his eyes, miniscule smile lines that Bob recognizes anyway. Bob relaxes and smiles back, and though Mikey doesn't lean against him or anything, Bob feels him relax, the fight going out of his limbs.
So, they're okay. They're on the same wavelength, as uncertain as it may be. Bob gets up to throw their used condoms away - a gesture of friendship and trust if he ever saw one - and returns to the bed to find Mikey spooned around Ray. He left Ray's front available to Bob, which Bob appreciates.
He falls asleep with a clear mind, no longer worried that this has hurt their friendship. The proof is in the way they're all sharing a bed, both of them keeping Ray warm.
Author: Casey Ben Sullivan
Pairing: Ray/Bob, Ray/Mikey/Bob
Rating: adult
POV: third person, Bob's POV
Summary: There's an unexpected battle for dominance when Mikey joins Ray and Bob in bed.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true.
Series: Part 1: Gerard/Frank, Part 2: Bob/Ray, Part 3: Bob/Ray, Part 4a: Mikey/everyone, Part 4b: Ray/Bob, Ray/Bob/Mikey
Author's Note: Written for my wonderful friend weekendgothgirl for her birthday. It's a little early, but I just couldn't wait!
Bob's pretty worked up from making out with Ray earlier, so it doesn't take him as long as usual to get out of his clothes. Mikey has an endearing awkwardness about him in the way he bends and folds around himself to take his clothes off, finally revealing a body that's too thin and too pale. He hunches around himself a little, making Bob think that maybe he's not the only one in this room with body issues. Bob pats the bed beside him, and Mikey sits down.
Their eyes lock once Mikey is sitting, and they both lean in to kiss at the same time. Bob starts off slow, until he realizes that Mikey's trying to dominate the kiss; so Bob kisses him back more fiercely, displaying his own dominance in the kiss. It's starting to turn into a competition when Ray, half naked, clears his throat beside them, and Bob pulls back from the kiss, raising an expectant eyebrow. Ray opens his mouth tentatively, and finally says,
"Just wondering if I could join in."
Ray's kissing Bob before he can think of a response, but he's not about to complain. He takes it slow at first, because he knows Ray isn't into taking control; even when Ray pushes up the pace of the kiss, he does it out of passion, not a need for dominance. That's one reason Ray and Bob get along so well in bed. He's not so sure how it's going to go with Mikey.
"Get undressed," Bob tells Ray after pulling back from the kiss, and it's almost an order. As Ray bends to fumble out of his jeans, Bob looks at Mikey, nodding his head very slightly toward Ray. Mikey tilts his head toward Ray and raises a questioning eyebrow, his eyes studying Bob's face intently. Bob nods, and it's decided. Ray's going to be in the middle tonight.
Bob's never been in a threesome before, and he's never been with another alpha. This is going to be interesting.
"You look good," Mikey says approvingly, and Bob cuts a glance his way. It's not what he expected out of Mikey. It's not something he ever says, either, except when he and Ray are chest-to-chest and cock-to-cock and he pants, 'You're so fuckin' hot'. Ray always blushes and ducks his eyes. He does the same thing now, smiling. "Get in bed."
Ray doesn't question the order, or even the fact that Mikey is telling him what to do. He just climbs into the bed between them, his muscles lax, shoulders and hips rolling as he crawls toward the center of the bed.
Bob has never been truly dominant with Ray, but he's starting to think that Ray would respond well to it. He's completely at ease with the way both Mikey and Bob are taking control, telling him what to do. Maybe Mikey's onto something. Bob studies Mikey for a minute before joining Ray in the middle of the bed.
"You wanna get fucked?" he asks, his voice rougher than usual. Ray swallows and nods, looking up at Bob with dark eyes. Bob's helpless to do anything but kiss him.
There's movement on the bed beside him, and then Mikey's kneeling next to Ray, condoms and lube in one hand. "Get on your hands and knees," he says, and it's not a suggestion. Ray nods and turns over onto his hands and knees, the back of his neck flushed pink where his thick, curly hair falls out of the way. Bob bends over and pushes Ray's hair fully out of the way, biting down on the flesh at the back of Ray's neck. Ray moans, and Bob knows he's going to mark him when he fucks him.
Bob takes a condom from Mikey, holding out his hand when Mikey motions with the lube. It feels like taking an order, and it makes Bob feel vaguely uncomfortable; but the feeling passes in a few seconds, once he's got a dollop of lube in his palm and a condom on his cock. Bob slicks himself up and then presses two fingers slowly inside Ray, feeling him stretch and resist and stretch again as Bob fucks his fingers slowly in and out.
"You're going to suck me," he hears Mikey say, and looks up to see Mikey kneeling in front of Ray. Part of Bob wants to warn Mikey that Ray doesn't give the best blowjobs, but that would be unnecessarily mean with Ray kneeling right there and besides, it's not like Ray doesn't try. The other part of him notices the quiet moan that escapes Ray's mouth when Mikey gives the order. Bob's cock twitches between his legs.
Bob doesn't want to penetrate Ray at the same time Mikey does, at least at first, so he gives Mikey a questioning look, and Mikey shrugs, as if to say 'go ahead'. Bob takes a deep breath and knees foward, easing his fingers out of Ray, his own groan threatening to escape when Ray's head drops between his shoulders and he whimpers. Bob presses the head of his cock against Ray's hole and he has to close his eyes, already turned on by the promise of warmth and the way Ray's hole twitches against his sensitive flesh. So tight and so small; it's always amazing to Bob that he can fit inside.
"Push back on me," Bob says, steadying his cock as Ray obeys. He grits his teeth, holding back the sounds in his throat as Ray's heat slowly envelopes his cock. He breathes slowly and steadily, feeling the heavy pulse of blood in his cock as he fills Ray up completely. Ray clenches around him, loosening a little but always tightening back up again. Bob can barely stand it. He wants to come now.
It's a good thing he has good control over his body. To come now would be a disappointment to both himself and Ray, no matter how good it might feel in the moment. Bob gathers himself and then starts thrusting, gripping Ray's hips for balance. Ray sways a little with him, forward when he pushes forward and back when he pulls back, until they're finally moving in counterpoint and Ray's pushing back when Bob thrusts forward. The hotel room is filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin and panting breaths, mingling with the ambient noise of traffic and sirens in the background.
Mikey shows considerable restraint, kneeling in front of Ray without making any move to put his cock in his mouth until Bob has a good rhythm going. Then Bob watches as Mikey brings his hand up to stroke the side of Ray's face, his hand moving forward, presumably to Ray's lips. Bob's best guess is that Ray is sucking on Mikey's fingers, between the way his head is angle and the lustful way Mikey is staring down at Ray's face. Bob licks his lips, gathering saliva that's suddenly pooling in the corners of his mouth.
Bob concentrates on the rhythm, in and out, in and out, tight heat gripping satisfyingly at his cock. Ray's head is bobbing up and down now, Mikey's body raised up more than before, his eyes closed, head tilted back. Something makes him make a sharp sound and he buries his hand in Ray's hair, yanking, muttering "No teeth" before a new look of pleasure washes over his face. It's the first time Bob has ever seen that look on Mikey's face, and it's fucking beautiful. Mikey's lips part just so, the skin around his eyes and forehead relaxing as he pumps his hips toward Ray's mouth. The sight is enough to make Bob's thrusts speed up, until he feels familiar arousal coiling and uncoiling in his belly.
He reaches down to stroke Ray's cock, but Mikey shakes his head. Bob starts to pull his hand away, then decides he doesn't want to be Mikey's... whatever, and jerks Ray off anyway. Mikey glares at him but keeps fucking Ray's face steadily, not punishing him for Bob's actions. Bob continues, steadfast in the knowledge that Mikey might be in control of Ray, but he's not in control of Bob. Bob doesn't give in so easily. Or at all.
Ray's moaning obscenely around Mikey's cock, his ass clenching hard around Bob, and it's all Bob can do not to come. He ignores the ache in his hand and jerks Ray off faster and harder, twisting his hand just under the head just the way Ray likes it. A few more tight squeezes around his cock, and then Ray's coming, spilling all over the already-questionable hotel sheets and sagging a little when he's done. Bob needs him to stay up so he can fuck him, so he tries something new and slaps Ray sharply on the ass. Ray responds, stiffening at first and then thrusting back against Bob, giving as good as he's getting. Bob is surprised and pleased. He hadn't thought it would work.
"Good boy," he growls, hips jerking faster as orgasm approaches. Bob bends himself over Ray's back and bites down on the back of his neck again, tasting skin and hair and shampoo and sweat before the only thing he's thinking about is the heat around his cock and the flesh between his teeth, feeling it bruise and warm under his tongue. The next thing he knows, he's coming, filling the condom with wet and slick and pressing his hips hard against Ray's ass. When his cock is done pulsing, he pulls out, wincing at the shock of cool air on his cock and sitting back on his heels. That's when Mikey really gets down to business, fucking Ray's face with a determination usually reserved for bass solos that Ray has written for him.
Bob's not sure when Mikey comes, but a few minutes later he's sinking back onto his heels, mirroring Bob's pose. For his part, Ray curls up on his side, resting his head on Mikey's thigh and hooking a foot over Bob's knee. He's calm and peaceful, and that's exactly what Bob wants for him. This worked out well, at least for Ray.
There's a problem, though. Bob defied Mikey in the heat of the moment, and even though it's important to Bob not to act submissively toward Mikey, now he's worried that he's done something to hurt their friendship. Mikey might take it personally, or not want to do this again... maybe he'll just want to be with Ray, now, instead of Ray and Bob, and Ray will get tired of Bob, and spend all his time in bed with Mikey because he's a better Dom than Bob is.
But Bob finally risks a glance at Mikey, and when he does, he's relieved to see the same uncertainty he feels clouding Mikey's expression. Mikey bites his lip and glances away, so Bob does the same, staring at the off-white sheets for a minute before looking tentatively up at Mikey again. When he does, Mikey's shoulders are slumped, his hand stroking Ray's hair.
"That was good," Mikey says, but Bob's not sure if he means it. Ray mumbles an agreement against Mikey's leg, and Bob nods cautiously, adding his own agreement.
Ray eventually falls asleep, his steady breathing matching the beating of Bob's heart. Bob watches as Mikey gently lifts Ray's head from his thigh and tucks a pillow under it, Ray's hair fanning out messily across the fabric. Bob can't help but smile at the sight, and the next thing he knows, Mikey's kneeling right next to him.
Before he knows what's happening, Mikey pulls him in for a kiss, sucking in air before sealing his lips to Bob's. Bob tenses, not sure whether to protest or respond, but then Mikey does the unexpected. He starts kissing Bob, slow and sweet, but in a way that he's not trying to take control. Bob tests it, tilts his head and pulls Mikey's hair and kisses him more forcefully, and Mikey lets him. Mikey's submission is the sweetest thing Bob has experienced all night.
He pulls back to look at Mikey, really look at him, his eyes roaming curiously over the pale planes of Mikey's face. Mikey meets his gaze firmly, but not challengingly; then his eyes change and there are the smallest of ripples around his eyes, miniscule smile lines that Bob recognizes anyway. Bob relaxes and smiles back, and though Mikey doesn't lean against him or anything, Bob feels him relax, the fight going out of his limbs.
So, they're okay. They're on the same wavelength, as uncertain as it may be. Bob gets up to throw their used condoms away - a gesture of friendship and trust if he ever saw one - and returns to the bed to find Mikey spooned around Ray. He left Ray's front available to Bob, which Bob appreciates.
He falls asleep with a clear mind, no longer worried that this has hurt their friendship. The proof is in the way they're all sharing a bed, both of them keeping Ray warm.