Save a Humvee, Ride a Marine (Ray/Lilley, NC17)
Title: Save a Humvee, Ride a Marine
Author: Kali
Pairing: Ray Person/Jason Lilley
Rating: NC17
Summary: The thing about having a big gay epiphany with a fellow Marine is, he's just as horny as you. So when you want to experiment and try a dozen different things, he's almost always up for it.
Notes: Sequel to Just a You And a Me, it may help to read that first. Written for the Rare Pair Challenge. Comments and con crit are loved.
Disclaimer: This is based on the ficionalised HBO series, not the actual people portrayed in the book.
The thing about having a big gay epiphany with a fellow Marine is, he's just as horny as you. So when you want to experiment and try a dozen different things, he's almost always up for it. It's been a week since Lilley first kissed Ray in the kitchen, a kiss which still makes Ray shiver when he thinks about it. That had been followed by the most epic two-hour marathon Ray's ever had, even though he can only remember flashes of it-slick skin against his, Lilley's hand in his hair, Lilley's mouth on his cock all wet and hot and fucking perfect.
It had taken them a while to get to the actual fucking, Lilley opening him so slowly Ray was sure it was just to torture him, leave him shaky and strung-out and damn near fucking begging for it. Ray had been on his hands on knees, and it had almost killed him that he hadn't really been able to see Lilley, but then Lilley was sliding into him, the stretch burning even after the torture, and Ray had gasped and panted and tried to push back only to be held in place by Lilley's hands on his hips. Lilley fucked him slow and hard, making him feel every inch, and it had been all Ray could do to not come untouched like a fucking teenager. He was moaning and whimpering in equal parts, disjointed curses falling from his lips, and when Lilley finally took mercy on him and wrapped one hand around his cock, jacking him quickly, Ray came harder than he ever had in his entire, depraved life. He figured Lilley must've come too at some point, a few minutes of hurried thrusting while he was still coming down, and then they were collapsing beside each other, sweaty and breathless.
Ray had turned his head, taking in the miles of muscles, the occasional scar, every inch of skin that was just begging for his lips and teeth and tongue. Lilley had been watching him, smiling kinda cockily and okay, he might've totally rocked Ray's world but that was no reason to be smug.
“I wanna do all that again,” Ray had said, still panting. “And then some more shit too.”
Lilley had laughed, leaning over to kiss Ray. “Whatever you say, bruh. I'm game for anything.”
In the past week, Lilley's been true to his word. They've fucked in just about every room, on every available surface. Ray's sucked Lilley's cock several times because it turns out going down on a guy gets him hot in a way going down on a girl never did. He's had Lilley rim him which was... well, not something he'd rule out doing again but not in his Top Ten of Favourite Sexual Acts. He'd watched Lilley get himself off, splayed out on the bed like a fucking porn star, and then come all over his stomach before licking the whole mess off. They've tried handcuffs and blindfolds-Ray likes to be blindfolded but isn't fond of the handcuffs, whereas Lilley gets off like crazy when he's restrained in any way.
It had been three days after the kiss in the kitchen when Ray finally fucked Lilley and it had been kind of scary. He was so used to Lilley being in control, to being the alpha, that to suddenly have the tables turned was strange. But definitely hot-Ray will always remember how Lilley looked as Ray fucked him first with his fingers and then with his dick. He'd been not a little paranoid that he wouldn't be any good, but from the way Lilley was cursing a blue streak and then coming like a goddamn geyser, he figured he did an okay job.
And while it had been amazingly hot to fuck Lilley, to fuck his dick into that tight heat and feel Lilley come apart underneath him, Ray kinda preferred it the other way around. He doesn't know why he's suddenly such a big pansy-ass bottom, but he's sure as shit not telling anyone about it. Still, he rationalised that just because he loved to have Lilley pound his ass, didn't mean he couldn't have a little control over the situation.
Five days after the kiss, Ray is fishing out the handcuffs. Neither of them speak as he gestures for Lilley to lie down on the bed, gorgeous body on display in the warm afternoon light. The chink-click of the cuffs is too loud, sharp and cracking in the silence, as he cuffs first Lilley's right wrist and then his left, one to each side of the headboard. Ray doesn't miss the way Lilley's breath hitches, eyes fluttering closed, and he leans down for a kiss, slow and dirty.
“Look fucking hot like this,” he whispers against Lilley's lips, and feels him smile in response.
“You say the sweetest things, bruh. Now lemme fuck that tight little ass of yours.”
Ray grins, bites quickly at Lilley's neck to make him hiss. “Homes, you are so not in control of this situation.”
“I'm still gonna fuck your brains out.”
Ray spreads his hands over Lilley's chest and settles himself down over Lilley's hips, watching Lilley's face as he does. Lilley's lips part, a little breathy sound escaping him. Ray fights to keep his own reaction hidden, the feel of Lilley's cock grazing his ass making him want to writhe and moan like a cheap whore. He shifts back a little, straddles Lilley's thighs instead.
“See, this is what's gonna happen,” Ray says, brushing his thumbs over Lilley's nipples. He doesn't look away from Lilley's face or even blink, knows his eyes have gone dark and hungry. Lilley holds his gaze intently, and Ray can see how his breathing has already picked up. “I'm gonna finger myself open right here, where you can see and not do anything. I might even blow you a little, just to make sure you're really in the game before I fuck myself on that gorgeous dick of yours, ride you until I'm too tired to fucking move. I'm going to do whatever the hell I want and you're just gonna lie there and take it because you can't do anything else. Because you, homes,” he leans forward so that he can lick over Lilley's pulse-point before whispering in his ear, “Are completely fucking helpless.”
Lilley moans, hips writhing under Ray, and Ray grins in victory. He steals one more kiss, fucking his tongue into Lilley's mouth in a messy imitation of what was to come, and then reaches for the lube he'd put to the side. Lilley's eyes snap open when he hears Ray crack it open, and Ray winks at him as he coats his fingers. The angle's awkward where he's straddling Lilley's thighs, but he manages to reach back and slowly slide the first finger in. The lube's cold and it feels kind of weird, it always does at first, but Ray takes his time, lets everything show on his face for Lilley who's still watching him with that keen, fierce look of a true Recon Marine.
“You enjoying the show?” Ray breathes, mouth going slack when he crooks his finger inside himself.
“Christ, Ray,” Lilley bites out, pulling against the restraints. Ray knows he's going to have angry red lines on his wrists come tomorrow-no pussy fur-lined cuffs for them-and the thought makes him whimper, adding a second finger.
“Not as good as your fingers,” Ray says, twisting his fingers and letting a moan slip past his lips. “Fucking love your hands, homes, love them on me, in me. Drives me really fucking crazy when I think of you, fuck, cleaning your gun or jerking off. Fuck, the thought of you having a combat jack, fuck.”
“Fucking hell, Ray, stop teasing already.”
Ray's grin is knife-sharp and he slowly pulls his fingers free. He's not stretched himself near enough but he wants the burn, the ache of Lilley pushing into him that he'll feel for days after. That and he's teasing himself as much as Lilley and he can't stand to wait anymore. He fumbles for the condom packet, but holds it in his hand for a minute, using his free one to stroke Lilley's dick slowly. He loves the way it feels in his hand, different to his own but still with that hint of familiarity, and the way Lilley moans again, thrusting up into Ray's hand.... Ray's too horny to dredge up a smirk, he just tears open the condom and rolls it on.
“Sorry, homes, no blow-job for you today,” he mutters, shifting up so that he's straddling Lilley's hips again.
“You think I give a fuck about your mouth right now, Ray? Fuck, bruh, just-yeah, shit, like that.”
Ray closes his eyes, focusing everything on the feel of Lilley's cock slowly sinking into him, splitting him open in the best possible way. He knows he should go slow, should give himself time to adjust, but he can't wait, is way too fucking impatient, and he sinks down quicker than he should, gasping when he feels Lilley push all the way home. For a second, neither of them move, frozen in place, but then Ray rocks his hips slightly, experimenting, and Lilley groans. There's a clink of metal, another reminder of the cuffs on Lilley, restraining him in more ways than one, and Ray opens his eyes to grin at him, rocking his hips just to hear that noise again.
“Bet you wanna fuck me real hard right now,” Ray says, and his voice may be a little unsteady but neither of them comment on it because seriously, who can blame him? “Bet you're just dying to fuck my ass like you did yesterday. But I think I might be in the mood for a long, slow fuck.”
He punctuates his words with a slow roll of his hips, feels Lilley's cock slip out a couple of inches before he fucks himself back on to it, and both of them moan. Ray's still not used to the feel of getting fucked, it still feels kind of strange and alien, but he'd by lying if he said he didn't like it, didn't love the feel of Lilley's dick pounding into him, thick and hard and just completely owning him. Ray bites his lips when he lifts up, until just the head of Lilley's cock is inside before slamming back down and Lilley makes a noise that's almost a howl, drowning out Ray's own whimper.
“Ray, stop being a fucking cocktease!” Lilley swears, and Ray leans down for a kiss. The angle makes him moan and he does a little shimmy, practically wriggling in place. They're both breathless by the time Ray tears away and he bites at Lilley's lips.
“Hold the fuck on,” he whispers, and then gets right down to business-riding Lilley's cock at a fucking gallop, eyes squeezed tight again as he focuses on how it feels, fucking himself on Lilley's cock while the man himself just lies there, moaning and cursing, skin grown slick with sweat under Ray's hands. It's so fucking different to when Lilley fucks him, Ray setting the pace now, taking what he wants instead of waiting for Lilley to give it to him, and after years of being the beta dog, he's finally getting to be alpha and it feels better than he fucking thought possible.
Lilley's not even cursing now, just chanting Ray's name over and over like a broken prayer, and Ray wraps a hand around his sorely-neglected dick, wants to come hearing Lilley say his name like that. It only takes a couple of strokes, his control fucking shattered by the feel of Lilley's dick in him and the whispered plea of his name, and he comes in long, thick spurts all over Lilley's stomach, his free hand clutching at Lilley's side hard enough he's pretty sure there'll be bruises.
“Fucking-” He can't say more than that, voice stolen by pleasure, and he's not even moving anymore, statute-still and tense as his orgasm rips through him. He hears Lilley cry out, almost lost beneath the sound of blood rushing in his ears, and he knows that sound, knows that Lilley's coming too. He strips his cock a couple more times, wringing the last few drops out, before falling forward, only just catching himself on his hands.
He's sweaty and panting and probably looks a mess, but when he opens his eyes, Lilley's smiling at him in a kind of dazed way that makes Ray lean down and kiss him again.
“That was fun,” Lilley whispers, and Ray chuckles.
“That's one way to put it,” he agrees, and slowly pulls himself off Lilley, wincing a little at the residual ache. He's not really got his finer motor controls back, but he manages to fumble the key to the cuffs off the nightstand and unlock one wrist before collapsing on his back, leaving Lilley to free himself completely. Eyes closed, Ray listens to the sound of Lilley unlocking the second cuff and then the wet slap of the condom hitting the waste-basket. He counts in his head, and three seconds later, Lilley is lying down beside him. They don't snuggle, but Ray maybe shifts a bit closer, slings one leg over Lilley's, and Lilley might play with Ray's sweat-soaked hair a little.
“I'm really glad I had a big gay epiphany,” Ray mumbles, and feels more than hears Lilley laugh.
“Just go to sleep, Ray.”
“Sure, homes. Wake me up for round two.”
Author: Kali
Pairing: Ray Person/Jason Lilley
Rating: NC17
Summary: The thing about having a big gay epiphany with a fellow Marine is, he's just as horny as you. So when you want to experiment and try a dozen different things, he's almost always up for it.
Notes: Sequel to Just a You And a Me, it may help to read that first. Written for the Rare Pair Challenge. Comments and con crit are loved.
Disclaimer: This is based on the ficionalised HBO series, not the actual people portrayed in the book.
The thing about having a big gay epiphany with a fellow Marine is, he's just as horny as you. So when you want to experiment and try a dozen different things, he's almost always up for it. It's been a week since Lilley first kissed Ray in the kitchen, a kiss which still makes Ray shiver when he thinks about it. That had been followed by the most epic two-hour marathon Ray's ever had, even though he can only remember flashes of it-slick skin against his, Lilley's hand in his hair, Lilley's mouth on his cock all wet and hot and fucking perfect.
It had taken them a while to get to the actual fucking, Lilley opening him so slowly Ray was sure it was just to torture him, leave him shaky and strung-out and damn near fucking begging for it. Ray had been on his hands on knees, and it had almost killed him that he hadn't really been able to see Lilley, but then Lilley was sliding into him, the stretch burning even after the torture, and Ray had gasped and panted and tried to push back only to be held in place by Lilley's hands on his hips. Lilley fucked him slow and hard, making him feel every inch, and it had been all Ray could do to not come untouched like a fucking teenager. He was moaning and whimpering in equal parts, disjointed curses falling from his lips, and when Lilley finally took mercy on him and wrapped one hand around his cock, jacking him quickly, Ray came harder than he ever had in his entire, depraved life. He figured Lilley must've come too at some point, a few minutes of hurried thrusting while he was still coming down, and then they were collapsing beside each other, sweaty and breathless.
Ray had turned his head, taking in the miles of muscles, the occasional scar, every inch of skin that was just begging for his lips and teeth and tongue. Lilley had been watching him, smiling kinda cockily and okay, he might've totally rocked Ray's world but that was no reason to be smug.
“I wanna do all that again,” Ray had said, still panting. “And then some more shit too.”
Lilley had laughed, leaning over to kiss Ray. “Whatever you say, bruh. I'm game for anything.”
In the past week, Lilley's been true to his word. They've fucked in just about every room, on every available surface. Ray's sucked Lilley's cock several times because it turns out going down on a guy gets him hot in a way going down on a girl never did. He's had Lilley rim him which was... well, not something he'd rule out doing again but not in his Top Ten of Favourite Sexual Acts. He'd watched Lilley get himself off, splayed out on the bed like a fucking porn star, and then come all over his stomach before licking the whole mess off. They've tried handcuffs and blindfolds-Ray likes to be blindfolded but isn't fond of the handcuffs, whereas Lilley gets off like crazy when he's restrained in any way.
It had been three days after the kiss in the kitchen when Ray finally fucked Lilley and it had been kind of scary. He was so used to Lilley being in control, to being the alpha, that to suddenly have the tables turned was strange. But definitely hot-Ray will always remember how Lilley looked as Ray fucked him first with his fingers and then with his dick. He'd been not a little paranoid that he wouldn't be any good, but from the way Lilley was cursing a blue streak and then coming like a goddamn geyser, he figured he did an okay job.
And while it had been amazingly hot to fuck Lilley, to fuck his dick into that tight heat and feel Lilley come apart underneath him, Ray kinda preferred it the other way around. He doesn't know why he's suddenly such a big pansy-ass bottom, but he's sure as shit not telling anyone about it. Still, he rationalised that just because he loved to have Lilley pound his ass, didn't mean he couldn't have a little control over the situation.
Five days after the kiss, Ray is fishing out the handcuffs. Neither of them speak as he gestures for Lilley to lie down on the bed, gorgeous body on display in the warm afternoon light. The chink-click of the cuffs is too loud, sharp and cracking in the silence, as he cuffs first Lilley's right wrist and then his left, one to each side of the headboard. Ray doesn't miss the way Lilley's breath hitches, eyes fluttering closed, and he leans down for a kiss, slow and dirty.
“Look fucking hot like this,” he whispers against Lilley's lips, and feels him smile in response.
“You say the sweetest things, bruh. Now lemme fuck that tight little ass of yours.”
Ray grins, bites quickly at Lilley's neck to make him hiss. “Homes, you are so not in control of this situation.”
“I'm still gonna fuck your brains out.”
Ray spreads his hands over Lilley's chest and settles himself down over Lilley's hips, watching Lilley's face as he does. Lilley's lips part, a little breathy sound escaping him. Ray fights to keep his own reaction hidden, the feel of Lilley's cock grazing his ass making him want to writhe and moan like a cheap whore. He shifts back a little, straddles Lilley's thighs instead.
“See, this is what's gonna happen,” Ray says, brushing his thumbs over Lilley's nipples. He doesn't look away from Lilley's face or even blink, knows his eyes have gone dark and hungry. Lilley holds his gaze intently, and Ray can see how his breathing has already picked up. “I'm gonna finger myself open right here, where you can see and not do anything. I might even blow you a little, just to make sure you're really in the game before I fuck myself on that gorgeous dick of yours, ride you until I'm too tired to fucking move. I'm going to do whatever the hell I want and you're just gonna lie there and take it because you can't do anything else. Because you, homes,” he leans forward so that he can lick over Lilley's pulse-point before whispering in his ear, “Are completely fucking helpless.”
Lilley moans, hips writhing under Ray, and Ray grins in victory. He steals one more kiss, fucking his tongue into Lilley's mouth in a messy imitation of what was to come, and then reaches for the lube he'd put to the side. Lilley's eyes snap open when he hears Ray crack it open, and Ray winks at him as he coats his fingers. The angle's awkward where he's straddling Lilley's thighs, but he manages to reach back and slowly slide the first finger in. The lube's cold and it feels kind of weird, it always does at first, but Ray takes his time, lets everything show on his face for Lilley who's still watching him with that keen, fierce look of a true Recon Marine.
“You enjoying the show?” Ray breathes, mouth going slack when he crooks his finger inside himself.
“Christ, Ray,” Lilley bites out, pulling against the restraints. Ray knows he's going to have angry red lines on his wrists come tomorrow-no pussy fur-lined cuffs for them-and the thought makes him whimper, adding a second finger.
“Not as good as your fingers,” Ray says, twisting his fingers and letting a moan slip past his lips. “Fucking love your hands, homes, love them on me, in me. Drives me really fucking crazy when I think of you, fuck, cleaning your gun or jerking off. Fuck, the thought of you having a combat jack, fuck.”
“Fucking hell, Ray, stop teasing already.”
Ray's grin is knife-sharp and he slowly pulls his fingers free. He's not stretched himself near enough but he wants the burn, the ache of Lilley pushing into him that he'll feel for days after. That and he's teasing himself as much as Lilley and he can't stand to wait anymore. He fumbles for the condom packet, but holds it in his hand for a minute, using his free one to stroke Lilley's dick slowly. He loves the way it feels in his hand, different to his own but still with that hint of familiarity, and the way Lilley moans again, thrusting up into Ray's hand.... Ray's too horny to dredge up a smirk, he just tears open the condom and rolls it on.
“Sorry, homes, no blow-job for you today,” he mutters, shifting up so that he's straddling Lilley's hips again.
“You think I give a fuck about your mouth right now, Ray? Fuck, bruh, just-yeah, shit, like that.”
Ray closes his eyes, focusing everything on the feel of Lilley's cock slowly sinking into him, splitting him open in the best possible way. He knows he should go slow, should give himself time to adjust, but he can't wait, is way too fucking impatient, and he sinks down quicker than he should, gasping when he feels Lilley push all the way home. For a second, neither of them move, frozen in place, but then Ray rocks his hips slightly, experimenting, and Lilley groans. There's a clink of metal, another reminder of the cuffs on Lilley, restraining him in more ways than one, and Ray opens his eyes to grin at him, rocking his hips just to hear that noise again.
“Bet you wanna fuck me real hard right now,” Ray says, and his voice may be a little unsteady but neither of them comment on it because seriously, who can blame him? “Bet you're just dying to fuck my ass like you did yesterday. But I think I might be in the mood for a long, slow fuck.”
He punctuates his words with a slow roll of his hips, feels Lilley's cock slip out a couple of inches before he fucks himself back on to it, and both of them moan. Ray's still not used to the feel of getting fucked, it still feels kind of strange and alien, but he'd by lying if he said he didn't like it, didn't love the feel of Lilley's dick pounding into him, thick and hard and just completely owning him. Ray bites his lips when he lifts up, until just the head of Lilley's cock is inside before slamming back down and Lilley makes a noise that's almost a howl, drowning out Ray's own whimper.
“Ray, stop being a fucking cocktease!” Lilley swears, and Ray leans down for a kiss. The angle makes him moan and he does a little shimmy, practically wriggling in place. They're both breathless by the time Ray tears away and he bites at Lilley's lips.
“Hold the fuck on,” he whispers, and then gets right down to business-riding Lilley's cock at a fucking gallop, eyes squeezed tight again as he focuses on how it feels, fucking himself on Lilley's cock while the man himself just lies there, moaning and cursing, skin grown slick with sweat under Ray's hands. It's so fucking different to when Lilley fucks him, Ray setting the pace now, taking what he wants instead of waiting for Lilley to give it to him, and after years of being the beta dog, he's finally getting to be alpha and it feels better than he fucking thought possible.
Lilley's not even cursing now, just chanting Ray's name over and over like a broken prayer, and Ray wraps a hand around his sorely-neglected dick, wants to come hearing Lilley say his name like that. It only takes a couple of strokes, his control fucking shattered by the feel of Lilley's dick in him and the whispered plea of his name, and he comes in long, thick spurts all over Lilley's stomach, his free hand clutching at Lilley's side hard enough he's pretty sure there'll be bruises.
“Fucking-” He can't say more than that, voice stolen by pleasure, and he's not even moving anymore, statute-still and tense as his orgasm rips through him. He hears Lilley cry out, almost lost beneath the sound of blood rushing in his ears, and he knows that sound, knows that Lilley's coming too. He strips his cock a couple more times, wringing the last few drops out, before falling forward, only just catching himself on his hands.
He's sweaty and panting and probably looks a mess, but when he opens his eyes, Lilley's smiling at him in a kind of dazed way that makes Ray lean down and kiss him again.
“That was fun,” Lilley whispers, and Ray chuckles.
“That's one way to put it,” he agrees, and slowly pulls himself off Lilley, wincing a little at the residual ache. He's not really got his finer motor controls back, but he manages to fumble the key to the cuffs off the nightstand and unlock one wrist before collapsing on his back, leaving Lilley to free himself completely. Eyes closed, Ray listens to the sound of Lilley unlocking the second cuff and then the wet slap of the condom hitting the waste-basket. He counts in his head, and three seconds later, Lilley is lying down beside him. They don't snuggle, but Ray maybe shifts a bit closer, slings one leg over Lilley's, and Lilley might play with Ray's sweat-soaked hair a little.
“I'm really glad I had a big gay epiphany,” Ray mumbles, and feels more than hears Lilley laugh.
“Just go to sleep, Ray.”
“Sure, homes. Wake me up for round two.”