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For some reason, It had never occurred or even crossed your mind that you should’ve asked for Ray’s phone number before he’d left your last sleepover. You tried hinting that you wanted him to come over again, but it had been a couple of weeks and you realized you were starting to sound too desperate for “just a nice dude”. You started to slowly forget about him, even if you missed his body and his oh-so-sweet kisses. Maybe it was just a one-time thing, you told yourself. He probably would’ve tried harder to contact you if he really liked you that much.
Mikey and Gerard had been out more often, too. They had successfully started a band with Frank and Ray, which apparently required three band practices a week, leaving you alone at home with nothing to do.
Today was one of those days, Gee and Mikey had just gone out and left you with a kiss on your forehead. You sat on the couch, tiredly zapping through the channels on the TV. Your parents vouched to bring your two brothers to the studio that they had rented, since they were too lazy to drive.
You thought of Ray once again, wishing you could smell him again. He smelled so nice, so safe and homey.
You were pulled out of your thoughts by a knock on the door. You looked over with slight anxiety. Usually, it was your parents that opened the door since you were too socially anxious to do it on your own. You contemplated whether or not to walk over and open it or to ignore the knocks and focus on your TV show.
You’d stopped contemplating by the second time you heard knocking, carefully getting up from your seat and tip-toeing across the living room. You walked through the hall, looking at the two blurred figures standing behind the textured glass. They would have seen you by now, meaning you couldn’t turn around and ignore them. You had no clue why two people were at your door, was it the church again?
Carefully, you unlocked the door and opened it. It creaked awkwardly, causing you to stare at the ground before looking at these people.
“Oh,” One of two voices said, slightly surprised. It sounded very familiar, deep, and raspy. You looked up, not expecting to be met with the messy punk that had offered you beer and cigarettes a couple of weeks back. You smiled, and your eyes slowly reverted to the second person, Ray.
He seemed even more excited than Frank, his cheeks slowly washing over with a pale pink blush. He smiled down at you, contemplating whether to say fuck it and kiss you. He didn’t, much to his demise, he knew Frank wouldn’t be able to keep his mouth shut about it if his friend were to just kiss you.
“Hi,” You said, the excitement making your voice crack embarrassingly. You blushed, stepping aside hastily to let the two in.
“Oh, we’re just here to pick up your um, brothers,” Ray said, waving his hand in a polite decline to enter the house. “Band practice,” He added quickly after.
“They left already,” You said confusedly.
“Ah, man,” Frank groaned, annoyed at your brothers’ forgetfulness. “We said we’d drive them to the studio today. Wasted my gas.” He grumbled.
“Uh, we could just take them, too.” Ray pointed at you as Frank tilted his head to him, shrugging while his face lit up a little more. “You’re free, right?” It was an obvious, and eager attempt to get you closer, but so far it was working.
“Yeah,” You nodded, quickly looking down at your outfit, which was just a pair of pajama pants that you had snagged from Mikey, and a messy hoodie over it. “I wasn’t really planning on going out today.” You hummed. “Mind if I change into something a little… cleaner?”
“Oh, that’s okay.” Ray nodded. “Frankie, how ‘bout you wait in the car and I’ll wait inside.”
Frank thoughtlessly agreed and made his way back to his car while Ray stepped inside the house, closing the door. He looked at you, silently inspecting if there was any change in your face, even if it had only been a few weeks since you’d seen him.
He was timider now, pulling you in for a tight hug instead of asking you to give him a blowjob. Though you didn’t mind either way. You utilized the closeness to huff In his scent, which instantly calmed you down.
“You wanna come upstairs with me?” You smiled, pulling away from the hug and running your hand down Ray’s sleeve.
“Uh-huh,” He nodded again, silently following you up to your room and plopping down on your bed the second he could. You opened your closet absently, thinking of Ray right behind you as you rummaged through to find some clean pants and a shirt that wasn’t stained. You could feel his eyes burning two holes in the back of your head as you slipped off your clothes, making sure not to move too fast in case he was enjoying it.
Halfway into pulling on your jeans, you could feel and hear Ray coming up behind you, though he only wrapped his arms around you when you were done zipping up your pants. He seemed a little shy but happy.
“Why didn’t you call? I know I didn’t give you my cell but you could’ve called Gerard.” You murmured, gently wriggling free from Ray’s grasp so you could put on your shirt. You turned around to face him, crossing your arms in an attempt to look stern.
“I lost my phone a while back,” Ray apologetically looked at you, tilting his head in a way that made a few strands of his hair fall in front of his eyes. “I wanted to call you, okay? I just never got to it.”
Who could be upset at such a precious man? He seemed genuinely upset about the fact that he hadn’t gotten to call you.
“It’s okay,” You smiled softly, patting his shoulder and walking past him to put on some shoes.
The two of you walked downstairs after that, making sure you had keys before making your way to Frank’s car, where he had been waiting patiently behind the wheel. You weren’t sure how to feel about this gremlin of a man driving you around, but it was okay. You and Ray sat in the back seat while Frank calmly drove out of the driveway.
The car smelled like cigarettes, and Frank was even smoking one while he drove. He had the window open, but the air from the outside was only blowing the smoke in more.
The drive wasn’t all too long, maybe ten minutes or so before you reached the building in which the studio was. You got out of the car with Ray, following him inside the building like a puppy while he carried his heavy equipment with ease.
Inside were multiple doors, all numbered. You had to walk to the room farthest to the back, which Frank unlocked with a key. Upon walking in, you noticed your two brothers. Mikey was busy tuning his bass and Gerard was flicking a water-bottle cap around the room. They looked up, bored.
“Took you guys long enough,” Gerard tutted, then perked his chin up as he noticed you standing behind Ray.
“Yeah, we came to pick you guys up but you weren’t home,” Frank mumbled, slightly annoyed. “I didn’t waste my gas, after all, your sib wanted to tag along.”
You blushed, slightly embarrassed about the fact you just showed up unannounced. Nobody ever really likes that, do they?
“Hm,” Gerard shrugged, unbothered.
“You guys ready?” Mikey got up, adjusting his bass strap.
“What do I do?” You hummed, sitting down on the dirty red couch, lined up against the padded soundproof wall. You watched all the men get their equipment all plugged in and ready to play, well, just Ray, really. You couldn’t stop staring at how his hands worked all the buttons and strings so perfectly.
“Listen and tell us what sounds good,” Gerard replied with a smile, clearly excited to show you what he could do with his voice. Of course, he sang at home sometimes, but never with live music playing along, or the intention of you hearing him anyway.
You sat there, silently watching as the group did all their check-ups. Gerard was busy looking at a shabby little notebook as they did so, softly singing the lines off of the paper to himself.
Ray was discreetly watching you while he waited for Frank to start the first riff, and he played along excitedly after that. Every instrument and voice harmonized, but Gerard didn’t have a mic, so his voice lightly echoed through the room.
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After an hour or two, the four men had gotten tired of playing. Gerard’s voice was hoarse, Mikey’s wrist had gotten all cramped, and Frank and Ray had painful indents of the Guitar strings in their fingers. You had even gotten your shoes off so you could lie down on the couch for a little while, even if it was clear that someone before you had ignored doing so.
Ray sat next to you on the couch, making sure your legs were touching. You and he watched the others set their stuff aside before they started chattering with one another. Something about coffee.
“Hey, what do you guys think about a coffee break?” Gerard brought up, checking his pockets for a wallet like it was routine.
Muttered agreements came from around the room, though most of the guys were out of breath from moving around so much. Gerard gathered Mikey and Frank, turning to you and Ray while he was already halfway out the door. “You aren’t coming along?”
“No, I’m just gonna nap, I think.” Ray shrugged, peeking at you as you agreed to stay as well. The three took off quickly after that, leaving you and Ray alone in this room. This soundproof room.
There was a moment of awkward silence before Ray wrapped an arm around you, pulling you into his warm chest. Uhg, how you missed his arms and his chest.
You shifted around until your cheek was pressed up to his collarbone, your arms resting awkwardly on his thighs. He sighed happily, rubbing his thumb along the curve of your shoulder while he held you, his chin resting on the top of your head. You sat there for a minute, taking in the smell of his sweat and slowly picking at his shirt until he spoke up.
“I missed you,” He mumbled, breaking the silence and simultaneously making everything more silent at once. You calibrated your answer for a little while, hoping you could come up with something super poetic and heartfelt, but you instead spoke what was on your mind directly.
“I missed you too.” You smiled to yourself, blushing at the cuteness of it all.
Ray felt a little bad. He had ever since he had met you, even if that was only once before. He felt he might be betraying you if he didn’t let you get to know him before he would do all this sappy stuff, but he couldn’t leave it. He needed you, even if you had only ever shared some surface-level interests and made out in your bedroom twice. Plus the whole blowjob situation, but that wasn’t something you were too worried about.
“You know,” He began hesitantly, his head tilting to the side, which made you look up at him curiously. “I’ve been thinking about you, a lot.” He didn’t look directly at you, instead gazing at his guitar.
“Yeah?” You nearly whispered, still staring up at him.
“Mhm-hm,” He nodded, finally reverting his gaze down to you. You could tell he wanted to kiss you, judging from the way his eyes kept nonchalantly flickering to your lips. After a short moment of silence, he finally pressed his soft lips up to yours. You sighed happily from your nose, readjusting your crooked back so you were more at level with Ray.
Things didn’t get heated too quickly, you and Ray pulled away for air every so often, seemingly getting closer and closer every time your lips met again. His were parted this time, inviting your tongue in. You weren’t the best kisser (due to your lack of human contact), but he didn’t judge. He let you do whatever you needed to figure out how to do all of this.
His tongue invaded your mouth pretty quickly after that, kissing you with slight lust, but more so eagerness. Your hands found themselves in his plushy hair during this, holding him against you while his large hands held your waist gently, his fingers sneaking under the hem of your shirt. He pushed it up while you took another break for air, leaving your waist and a slight bit of your boobs exposed. Today wasn’t a bra day, just a camisole underneath your shirt, which had come up as well.
He softly bit his lip at the sight and grabbed your thigh, lifting it up gently over one of his own. You were pretty much straddling his leg while his hand crept up and down your thigh.
“Fuck,” He mumbled, pulling you in and pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I just want to keep you for myself, so fucking adorable.” Now he really sounded eager, and hot. The sudden change in his voice made you sigh, and nearly whine out loud.
“All yours.” You whispered, ignoring the thoughts that wanted you to know him better. You could tell he was what you needed, and you weren’t going to shy away from it now. You were in too deep, and so was he.
You initiated another hot kiss, your hands now pawing at the larger man’s shoulders affectionately. You could feel the corners of his lips come up in a smile as he shifted his back over and let himself fall back onto the couch. You adjusted and straddled his hips, leaning over him as your kisses got sloppier and messier.
“Hm, you’re so warm,” Ray mumbled, half-referring to your crotch that was now comfortably seated on his. You turned red, knowing what he meant since you could very much feel this warmth too.
He was at least semi-hard, you guessed from squirming a little. The squirms in turn made him needily buck his hips up into you, his hands coming around and pressing you back into him by your upper thighs.
“wait,” You whispered shyly. The sudden movements had overwhelmed you a little since you had never done this before. Ray stopped immediately and took his hands off of your thighs, instead cupping your jaw as he looked up at you with concern.
“I’m sorry,” He mumbled, watching you settle down. “It’s okay if you don’t feel like it.”
“No, I do.” You closed your eyes for a second and leaned into his loving touches. “I’ve just never done anything like this. I’m a little overwhelmed is all.”
Ray hummed contently, gently scratching at your jaw with his calloused fingers. “How about I make a spot on the floor? We’ll have more space that way.”
You nodded, getting off him and adjusting your shirt while he made laid some pillows on the floor. Sure, it was less comfortable than the couch, but there was carpet at the least. You sat on the couch as you watched him rummage through some stuff, eventually finding Frank’s hoodie, which he put down for you to lay so you wouldn’t get carpet burn on your back.
“Frank’s gonna be pissed if he sees this,” Ray giggled, helping you up off the couch. You laughed too, shyly looking at the ground as you did so.
“Come on, look at me.” He whispered. You obliged and looked up at him, earning a kiss for doing so. “I’ll be gentle.”
You had gone completely silent by now, he had rendered you embarrassed and thoughtless, only focusing on him while he continued treating you like you were sacred. You’d never felt like that before, so loved and appreciated. At least not in this particular way.
He pressed a few kisses to your neck, then got on his knees. You stared down at him in confusion, contemplating if you should get down with him, though it was obvious what he wanted to do pretty soon after. He pushed your shirt up enough for your hips and stomach to be exposed, utilizing this empty space as a canvas to mark you.
Soft kisses to your skin slowly got rougher and rougher, eventually even turning into bites that left behind little pink teeth marks. Your hand had wound up in Ray’s curls somewhere along the way, making sure he wouldn’t back out.
He stopped after a few minutes, his fluffy hair blocking your view as he popped the button on your jeans with his teeth. You grunted, sad to have missed a sight like that. Your noise, however, made him look up as he pulled the zipper down with his clumsily large fingers. You felt your knees go weak at the sight of this, literally. You were glad he had laid out this whole situation on the floor since you could tell from just these movements that your legs were bound to give out along the way.
There was a man at your feet right now. She’s all right, this life.
He carefully tugged down your jeans, his eyes flickering up to inspect your face every often to make sure you were okay with this. His lips attached to your skin pretty quickly after you had kicked your jeans off, but he was now sucking little bruises into your thighs, which were noticeably more sensitive than your stomach. You whined, suddenly turning impatient.
“Can you hurry up, please?” You squeaked, looking down at Ray as he nodded. You let go of his hair and got down on the makeshift bed, your head comfortably on a pillow.
You tugged your underwear down before Ray could, which you regretted briefly since you realized he might’ve wanted to do that himself. You gazed at his face to determine whether or not he was upset, but he seemed delighted at your eagerness and wasn’t shy himself as he positioned himself between your legs.
“I bet you taste amazing,” He perked up an eyebrow, his breath fanning over your heat. You watched him as he bit your thigh, leaving another little mark before his hand came around, perversely spreading your labia as he gathered spit in his mouth.
You felt hot everywhere, your heart jumping out of your chest as you realized this was really about to happen. You couldn’t stop watching him.
Ray knew you were wet enough, he could see your cunt practically dripping with arousal, but he couldn’t resist spitting his saliva all over you. His hazel eyes stared up into yours as he grinned, taking in your reaction. You cursed and let your head fall backward, the image of him between your legs still clear as he flicked his tongue over your bud experimentally. The twitch of your leg made it abundantly clear that you enjoyed his tongue, which he took as a compliment.
It all went pretty fast after that, his arms hooking around your thighs as his plush lips attached themselves to your cunt, eating you out like he was going to die if he didn’t. You were shy in terms of noises, so during the start, you were still confined to soft whimpers and huffs. This didn’t last too long, however, since Ray tended to switch up his technique every few minutes, presumably looking for the one that brought you the most pleasure.
“Oh, god,” You eventually dared to moan out. Ray enjoyed this equally as much as you did, your moan making him grunt against you in turn. His eyes were closed when you looked down at him, utterly focused on making you feel good.
Moans came more frequently as he swirled and sucked your clit, meaning this was the right technique. He was adamant about making you cum for some reason. He felt you deserved to be treated like this and to feel as good as he could make you feel.
He did stop when your moans became louder, making you moan in frustration.
“Why-“ You gulped, only now realizing how dry your mouth was from constantly having it open. “Why did you stop,” You panted. “Please, hm,”
“I’m sorry, puppy, but this’ll make you feel better when you cum.” He mumbled, making sure to keep you otherwise stimulated by snaking his hand under your shirt and massaging your boob while blowing air over your cunt.
“But I’m so close,” You whined, holding your hand over Ray’s.
“I promise you’ll feel much better.”
You had no choice but to believe him. He was very skilled after all, and he clearly had had some practice before you. You grew slightly jealous at the thought of him doing this to somebody else, but he seemed so devoted and needy for your love that you could leave those thoughts behind.
He waited a minute, listening closely to your breathing, how it slowed down specifically. He waited until you were fully calm again, so calm that you had closed your eyes. He could probably get you to sleep by just being there.
“You want me to continue?” He mumbled, massaging your thigh with the hand that wasn’t stuffed in your shirt. You nodded, sensitive as he ate you out again. He couldn’t help but moan at the taste, both of his hands coming down again to clasp around your thighs and pull you against his mouth.
His techniques switched again, which was a whole technique on its own. Your moans bubbled up again, filling the room as Ray flicked his tongue over your clit over and over. You wondered if it was going to take him long to get you to cum, which it wasn’t looking like at the moment. You could feel yourself tighten up quicker than before, your legs clamping around his head as your breathing quickened again.
“Please never stop, ha,” You moaned, flexing your toes and arching your back. Ray smiled at the sight, staring up at you again. Your eyes seemed to be glued shut, but your mouth, on the contrary, couldn’t seem to shut itself. You squirmed and bucked your hips, all to get more friction and satisfy yourself.
All thoughts of getting caught had gone out the window at this point, as you were cursing and moaning, there was no time to think of how the door only locked from the outside, meaning anyone could walk in and witness the messy macabre of you and Ray on the floor.
Ray started moaning as well, his hips sloppily grinding against the floor. He couldn’t keep from pleasuring himself, especially with you moving and squealing like this.
One of his hands slowly slid up your thigh, inching closer to your entrance. You noticed but didn’t react. You didn’t care how he would get you to your climax, just that he got you there. There was no doubt he would, though.
He carefully pushed his middle and ring finger in, feeling you pulsate at the added stimulation. You cursed as he pushed in further, his knuckles hitting your skin while his fingers curled up.
You gasped at how quickly this tipped you over the edge, urging you to grab a fistful of Ray’s hair and tug on it as hard as you could. He still seemed desperate to please you, even if he was in pain from you nearly pulling his hair out. His muffled moans harmonized with yours, your slick pouring out over on the palm of his hand. He fucked you out until your moans went quiet, morphing into you taking gasps of air.
He slowly pulled out his fingers and sat up on his knees, pridefully watching the mess he had created. You looked like you were melting, your eyes still shut as ray cleaned his hand and face off.
He waited for you to catch your breath, gently stroking your leg while you did so. You finally opened your eyes after a few minutes, your leg slightly twitchy as Ray kept stroking it.
“Can’t do that with your fingers at home, huh?” He grinned. You smiled back at him and nodded. “Are you okay? Sore, or anything?..”
“No, just uh,” You cleared your throat. “It’s all sensitive now,”
“So I’ve heard,” Ray chuckled, grabbing the clothes that you had discarded and putting them back on you gently. You hissed at the contact your clit made with your clothes, but it was hot In a way.
You sat up, hesitantly trailing your hand down Ray’s stomach. He looked a little surprised and he stopped you.
“I’m okay for now.” He hummed, even though he was clearly tenting his pants. You wondered if it was painful.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” He nodded. “You did me a favor too, remember? We’re even now. Plus, I want a proper bed if I’m gonna fuck you like that.”
You blushed, immediately fantasizing about such a thing happening, though your thoughts were cut short by multiple pairs of feet stomping down the hallway.
“Shit,” Ray cursed, picking up the pillows and hastily throwing them back onto the couch. “Are there any cigarettes in that hoodie?”
You got up and searched the hoodie’s pockets, finding a crushed box of cigarettes and a lighter. You handed them to Ray with confusion. Watching as he held one up in the air and lit it.
“Why are you doing that?”
Ray giggled to himself. “It smells like I just made you cum in here. It’s either Gerard kicking me out of the band for fucking his sibling, or scolding me for smoking around them instead. I’ll gladly take the latter, sweetheart.”