Gerard/Ray fic: Just Like My Favorite Scenes
Title: Just Like My Favorite Scenes
Author: Casey Ben Sullivan
Pairing: Gerard/Ray
Rating: teen
POV: third person, Gerard's POV
Summary: AU. Gerard is a film director. Ray helps him figure out a scene.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true.
Author's Note: Written for Kink Bingo. Kink: film/photography. My kink bingo card is here.
Gerard studied his notes for the thirteenth time, but the script and the writing in the margins was starting to blur. He lifted glazed eyes to the window, looking out onto the mountainscape that graced his expensive view. The mountains were green in the bright sunlight, blue slivers of water sparkling between the trees. It made Gerard want to pick up his paintbrush, but he wasn’t any kind of focused today.
Some time passed - Gerard wasn’t sure how much - and then there was a knock on the door. Gerard checked the peephole, and smiled; it was his friend Ray standing on the other side of the door. Gerard opened up to let him in, eyes catching on the way Ray’s voluminous hair was illuminated by the afternoon sun. It made his hair seem darker, except around the edges, where the sunlight streamed through and made it golden. Gerard wanted to touch it; he always did.
“How’s it going?” Ray asked, stepping into Gerard’s home with that long stride of his. Gerard’s gaze lingered on Ray’s thighs for a second before he looked up, shrugging in response.
“I have this scene,” he said, “and I’m not sure where I want it to go. I mean, I think I do - I just don’t think it will sell as well if I do.”
“Let’s play it out,” Ray suggested, pulling off his denim jacket. He hung it on the coat rack by the door, and went to look over Gerard’s shoulder at the script. It wasn’t unusual that Ray would join him to act out one of his scenes, just to work out where it was going and where it had gone wrong. Sometimes they had a few more people there, but Gerard really preferred it when it was just him and Ray. He liked having that alone time with his friend.
“Alright.” Gerard handed Ray the script, since he already had the lines and actions memorized. He was just frustrated with where it was going, and where it couldn’t go.
“So, these two guys, Tommy and Shane, are World War II soldiers,” Gerard explained. He picked up a WWII-era helmet, which he’d gotten for inspiration, and handed it to Ray. Ray grinned, that crooked grin that made Gerard’s stomach twist, and arranged the helmet and its attachments on his head.
Gerard walked over to the tripod and turned on the camera. He liked to tape these sessions, not just for research and analysis, but to hold dear the time they spent together. It wasn’t unheard of for Gerard to write a scene just so he could see Ray in a certain role he wanted. Maybe it was wrong, but... he couldn’t help himself. And Ray was just such a good sport.
“Tommy’s been injured,” Gerard continued, lying on his back on the floor, “and Shane stays back with him for - to support him.”
Ray scanned the script and nodded, then got down on his knees next to Gerard. He looked at the script one more time and then shifted to half-lay on his side, supporting his upper body with one elbow while he put the other arm around Gerard, looking down into his eyes. The intensity of Ray’s gaze made Gerard’s breath catch, and he forgot what they were doing for a moment. He reached up to put his hand on Ray’s chest, touching lightly, asking silently for more.
Ray cleared his throat. “And then, uh. And then what?”
“Hm?” Gerard asked, then shook himself back to reality. “Oh, uh. That’s what I’m trying to figure out. I mean, I want...”
Gerard trailed off. He was too swept up in the way Ray was holding him and looking at him to interrupt with what he wanted to do, not just for the scene, but for him and Ray too. Ray studied him thoughtfully, then leaned down a little.
“Do you want... I mean,” Ray said, ducking his face a little. Gerard curved his fingers where they lay against Ray’s chest, just barely stroking the fabric of his shirt. Ray would look good in a soldier’s uniform, Gerard thought. Gerard wouldn’t. That little roll of fat he had around his stomach wasn’t all that flattering. “Do you want Shane and Tommy to kiss?”
“Who’re... oh. Yeah,” Gerard said, blinking rapidly. Did Ray want to kiss him? Would he be willing to? “I just feel like... two guys in a war... they have to get pretty close and maybe... maybe sometimes they have feelings for each other... and especially if one of them might be dying...”
Ray interrupted his rambling with a kiss. Gerard froze for a second, surprised, and then surged into it. He opened his mouth wide for Ray, leaning up to deepen the kiss, shifting his hand up to cup Ray’s neck and slide his pinky finger under the collar of Ray’s shirt. The only sound he could hear was that of their breathing, and the occasional rustle of clothing as they kissed, all deep and passionate and wet. Gerard hung onto Ray as hard as he could, not wanting the kiss to end. But like all things, it eventually did, mainly because they had to breathe.
Gerard tried to catch his breath, which seemed to be caught in his lungs. Blinking, he stared at Ray, absently stroking the side of Ray’s neck. Wondering if this was real or a dream, or just Ray playing his role. If that was the case, Gerard was going to be so embarrassed.
“So... Shane?” he asked, hopeful that Ray’s answer would be no. He held his breath until Ray shook his head, reaching out to run his fingers through Gerard’s hair.
“Shane who,” Ray said softly, and leaned down to kiss Gerard again. It was a soft kiss this time, tender and brief. Gerard’s head filled with images of men and women kissing tenderly on a picnic blanket in the grass, their shadows stretching across the landscape, robust trees in the background and bright flowers in the fore. When Ray pulled back, Gerard couldn’t help but smile. He trailed his fingers down Ray’s jawbone, his breath hitching when Ray turned his head to gently kiss Gerard’s fingers.
They retired to the couch, where Gerard rested his head against Ray’s chest and let Ray comb his fingers through his hair. He held Ray’s other hand loosely, just a way to hold onto him, occasionally stroking his fingers over Ray’s or rubbing his thumb against Ray’s palm. Outside, the sun was setting slowly, turning the mountains blue and purple.
Ray kissed the top of his head, and Gerard snuggled closer to him, closing his eyes. He and Ray were holding hands, and life was perfect. Just like his favorite scenes.
~~~~~
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Author: Casey Ben Sullivan
Pairing: Gerard/Ray
Rating: teen
POV: third person, Gerard's POV
Summary: AU. Gerard is a film director. Ray helps him figure out a scene.
Disclaimer: Not mine, not true.
Author's Note: Written for Kink Bingo. Kink: film/photography. My kink bingo card is here.
Gerard studied his notes for the thirteenth time, but the script and the writing in the margins was starting to blur. He lifted glazed eyes to the window, looking out onto the mountainscape that graced his expensive view. The mountains were green in the bright sunlight, blue slivers of water sparkling between the trees. It made Gerard want to pick up his paintbrush, but he wasn’t any kind of focused today.
Some time passed - Gerard wasn’t sure how much - and then there was a knock on the door. Gerard checked the peephole, and smiled; it was his friend Ray standing on the other side of the door. Gerard opened up to let him in, eyes catching on the way Ray’s voluminous hair was illuminated by the afternoon sun. It made his hair seem darker, except around the edges, where the sunlight streamed through and made it golden. Gerard wanted to touch it; he always did.
“How’s it going?” Ray asked, stepping into Gerard’s home with that long stride of his. Gerard’s gaze lingered on Ray’s thighs for a second before he looked up, shrugging in response.
“I have this scene,” he said, “and I’m not sure where I want it to go. I mean, I think I do - I just don’t think it will sell as well if I do.”
“Let’s play it out,” Ray suggested, pulling off his denim jacket. He hung it on the coat rack by the door, and went to look over Gerard’s shoulder at the script. It wasn’t unusual that Ray would join him to act out one of his scenes, just to work out where it was going and where it had gone wrong. Sometimes they had a few more people there, but Gerard really preferred it when it was just him and Ray. He liked having that alone time with his friend.
“Alright.” Gerard handed Ray the script, since he already had the lines and actions memorized. He was just frustrated with where it was going, and where it couldn’t go.
“So, these two guys, Tommy and Shane, are World War II soldiers,” Gerard explained. He picked up a WWII-era helmet, which he’d gotten for inspiration, and handed it to Ray. Ray grinned, that crooked grin that made Gerard’s stomach twist, and arranged the helmet and its attachments on his head.
Gerard walked over to the tripod and turned on the camera. He liked to tape these sessions, not just for research and analysis, but to hold dear the time they spent together. It wasn’t unheard of for Gerard to write a scene just so he could see Ray in a certain role he wanted. Maybe it was wrong, but... he couldn’t help himself. And Ray was just such a good sport.
“Tommy’s been injured,” Gerard continued, lying on his back on the floor, “and Shane stays back with him for - to support him.”
Ray scanned the script and nodded, then got down on his knees next to Gerard. He looked at the script one more time and then shifted to half-lay on his side, supporting his upper body with one elbow while he put the other arm around Gerard, looking down into his eyes. The intensity of Ray’s gaze made Gerard’s breath catch, and he forgot what they were doing for a moment. He reached up to put his hand on Ray’s chest, touching lightly, asking silently for more.
Ray cleared his throat. “And then, uh. And then what?”
“Hm?” Gerard asked, then shook himself back to reality. “Oh, uh. That’s what I’m trying to figure out. I mean, I want...”
Gerard trailed off. He was too swept up in the way Ray was holding him and looking at him to interrupt with what he wanted to do, not just for the scene, but for him and Ray too. Ray studied him thoughtfully, then leaned down a little.
“Do you want... I mean,” Ray said, ducking his face a little. Gerard curved his fingers where they lay against Ray’s chest, just barely stroking the fabric of his shirt. Ray would look good in a soldier’s uniform, Gerard thought. Gerard wouldn’t. That little roll of fat he had around his stomach wasn’t all that flattering. “Do you want Shane and Tommy to kiss?”
“Who’re... oh. Yeah,” Gerard said, blinking rapidly. Did Ray want to kiss him? Would he be willing to? “I just feel like... two guys in a war... they have to get pretty close and maybe... maybe sometimes they have feelings for each other... and especially if one of them might be dying...”
Ray interrupted his rambling with a kiss. Gerard froze for a second, surprised, and then surged into it. He opened his mouth wide for Ray, leaning up to deepen the kiss, shifting his hand up to cup Ray’s neck and slide his pinky finger under the collar of Ray’s shirt. The only sound he could hear was that of their breathing, and the occasional rustle of clothing as they kissed, all deep and passionate and wet. Gerard hung onto Ray as hard as he could, not wanting the kiss to end. But like all things, it eventually did, mainly because they had to breathe.
Gerard tried to catch his breath, which seemed to be caught in his lungs. Blinking, he stared at Ray, absently stroking the side of Ray’s neck. Wondering if this was real or a dream, or just Ray playing his role. If that was the case, Gerard was going to be so embarrassed.
“So... Shane?” he asked, hopeful that Ray’s answer would be no. He held his breath until Ray shook his head, reaching out to run his fingers through Gerard’s hair.
“Shane who,” Ray said softly, and leaned down to kiss Gerard again. It was a soft kiss this time, tender and brief. Gerard’s head filled with images of men and women kissing tenderly on a picnic blanket in the grass, their shadows stretching across the landscape, robust trees in the background and bright flowers in the fore. When Ray pulled back, Gerard couldn’t help but smile. He trailed his fingers down Ray’s jawbone, his breath hitching when Ray turned his head to gently kiss Gerard’s fingers.
They retired to the couch, where Gerard rested his head against Ray’s chest and let Ray comb his fingers through his hair. He held Ray’s other hand loosely, just a way to hold onto him, occasionally stroking his fingers over Ray’s or rubbing his thumb against Ray’s palm. Outside, the sun was setting slowly, turning the mountains blue and purple.
Ray kissed the top of his head, and Gerard snuggled closer to him, closing his eyes. He and Ray were holding hands, and life was perfect. Just like his favorite scenes.
~~~~~
Other Kink Bingo fics:
- Don't Change (your clothes), MCR, Frank/Ray, bondage (other), adult
- Ignoring Isn't Bliss, MCR, Bob/Mikey, spanking/paddling, adult
- Bring On The Belt, MCR, Gerard, painplay (other), adult
- Just Like My Favorite Scenes, MCR, Gerard/Ray, film/photography, teen
- Breath(e), MCR, Pete/Mikey, breathplay, adult
- The Desire Becomes My Prison, MCR, Gerard/Frank, Mikey/everyone, Gerard/Bob/Frank/Mikey with Ray & Jamia & Lindsey & Alicia on the side, rough sex, adult