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Gerard always hated when Ray would look at him like that, meeting his eyes from across stage with his eyes half-lidded, looking at him like Ray was two seconds away from fucking him and pretending like nothing was wrong while Ray grinned after he noticed and so Gerard had to focus on singing and not smiling back him or getting a boner on stage, nearly laughing as he did so, Well, he said he hated it but he never really did, he liked the smiling, and Ray knew that which was why he kept doing it and why Frank and Mikey kept making fun of them for it, It's not like either Frank or Mikey even knew the extent of what had been happening lately, so as far as Gerard was concerned, he'd deal with the snickers. Explain it later when it wasn't tour, and there was proof that it was something else.
He was sure that Frank and Mikey knew that Ray and Him were fooling around sometimes, It was really fucking obvious when Ray would appear with hickeys adorning just under his shirt collar and Gerard would sit with his side pressed into Rays like there was nothing wrong, but Gerard hadn't gotten a good time to say that it was different. That this wasn't just guys using each other to get off because there weren't a lot of girls around, even if it had been that a few times during the Three Cheers tour, it wasn't now. That Gerard had missed Ray they weren't touring and it had been bad for the few days they were apart. That Ray had called Gerard one day and asked to hang out just because he fucking missed him, and everything spiraled from there. He hadn't had time to explain the fact that it felt like he was falling in love with him. That Ray had crawled into Gerards bunk a few times, not even expecting sex or anything, just wanting to hold him.
Now here they were in July of 2005, playing Warped Tour again. Fully this time. Gerard was fairly sure that there was something going on between Mikey and The bassist from Fall out Boy whos name he couldn't remember and was completely blanking on right now, but he couldn't prove it. However, there hadn't been the sounds of people fucking in the bus this tour, and so that was surefire sign something was different, and it was definitely because of Pete Wentz, which was his name. Frank missed his girlfriend, and some days it made him a little irritable, but he didn't ever really complain. Gerard was pent-up and tired, and fairly sure he was developing a headache from the heat. Ray had gone off to somewhere, and Gerard really fucking needed to find him because he knew no one would be in the bus, and he just wanted to be held for a while, and take a nap before people dragged him out for whatever damn interview he had today.
"Frankie, you seen Ray?" Gerard asked, wandering up to where Frank was talking to someone who seemed to be Joe.
"Not recently, last I saw him, he was talking to Pete and Mikey, but y'know with those two, who fucking knows what they're doing now." Frank answered.
Gerard wrinkled his nose, not wanting to know what or who Mikey was doing right now, because frankly He couldn't care less about his brothers sex life as long as he wasn't getting hurt, and Pete was nice enough as far as he knew.
"I think I saw him near the merch tents?" Joe offered, tilting his head slightly. "That was a bit ago though."
It was enough of a lead that Gerard wandered off, still looking for Ray, and when he didn't find him yet again, he went back to the bus, made sure that Mikey and Pete weren't in here doing god knows what and collapsing on the couch, laying nearly across the entire thing, air hitting him, and the weight of the headache hitting him full force like it had been waiting for him to step out of the blazing California sun, and somewhere where he could die to the pain in peace. He did have an interview later that he needed to go to because he was representing the band, just like always, and it seemed like he might have to do that with a headache. He should get up and go get some fucking advil or something but every thought felt sluggish past the pounding in his head and his heartbeat ringing aloud in his ears. So much for Ray being here with him.
There was the sound of a door opening, and Gerard assumed that it was the door to the bus considering the rush of warm air that followed. There weren't voices, but he could feel someone sit next to his head, and move some of the hair out of his face. Gerard opened his eyes a crack and moved his head to look up, seeing Ray there, curls framing his face from looking down at him, the exact man that he was thinking about.
"You feeling okay?" Ray asked, voice quiet. "Frank said you were looking for me and that you looked like shit."
Gerard snorted and let his eyes slip closed again, "Feel like shit."
"What's wrong?" Ray asked.
"Head hurts." Gerard answered.
"I'll go get some advil." Ray said, getting off the couch.
Gerard felt him move, leaving him there, and he muttered, "Thank you."
He was half sure that Ray couldn't hear him but he knew that Ray heard him in spirit, and knew that he was thankful and so that was enough for him. He laid there, hearing Ray shuffling around, eventually hearing the sound of pills rattling around in plastic and the sound of the small cooler opening. God, Gerard couldn't thank Ray enough for just being here. Everything always seemed to be better with him here.
"You do have to get up, sweetheart." Ray said, pulling out that stupid fucking pet name that got Gerard to actually listen to him.
Gerard groaned but listened, rolling over and sitting up slowly, head pounding. He grimaced, and his hand went to his head, wincing again as he did, and there seemed to be needles getting shoved into the backs of his eyes. Ray pressed his hand to Gerards temple as if that would help, humming as he did. Then there were hands on his and Gerard blinked open his eyes, watching as Ray shook out two pills into Gerards hand. He took them and popped them in his mouth, swallowing them while hearing Ray open a water bottle to his right. He looked at Ray, who stared at him with the open water bottle, staring at him. Gerard gently took the water bottle and took a sip, the cold water feeling amazing as it ran through his body, cooling him down a bit.
"You're so weird." Ray muttered, but Gerard half-grinned, knowing that he didn't really mean it.
Gerard shut his eyes again, sipping at the water as he leaned against Ray, letting his head rest on Rays shoulder and half way in the crook of his neck, waiting for the medicine to hit. The soon that it hit then the better the rest of the day would be. It meant that he could get through his interview without dying, and make sure that Mikey didn't die before bus call, which was egregiously late today because they'd still be in California tomorrow at a venue fairly close to where they were now. At least, that's what he thought.
The door opened again, and he heard Frank begin to speak, "You find him? Oh."
"Yeah." Ray said, while Gerard opened his eyes.
"Killer fucking migraine man." Gerard murmured, glancing towards the door where Frank was standing, which luckily was starting to hurt less than before.
"Oh, sorry about that." Frank said, almost hesitant. His eyes flicked between Ray and Gerard as if trying to decipher something.
If there was something wrong with Frank it wasn't obvious enough that Gerard or Ray were picking up on what it was. Something seemed to be bothering him, but then again the further they got into the summer, the more irritable he seemed to get, and Gerard really had been chalking it up to him missing his girlfriend more and more. Then again, sometimes, girlfriends got weird about being left alone for months on end while their boyfriends toured the country, but Jamia had always been more than fine with it.
"It's alright," The door opened again, "It's going away, very slowly. I just gotta be able to get through this fucking interview. I think it's like Kerrang or someone like that." Gerard said, taking another sip of water.
"It's Kerrang." Mikeys voice said as the door shut again. "Pat and Pete are talking to them right now, and then its us, meaning you, so what's going?"
"Jesus, it's just a damn migraine. I probably didn't drink enough water or some shit 'cause it's too fucking hot to exist here." Gerard muttered.
Mikey sat on the couch too, groaning as he did, "I wish the heat would end."
Frank sat down in the space between the end of the couch and Mikey, muttering something about the weather.
"I mean, it's Washington and Oregon in a few days, right?" Ray asked, voice rumbling against Gerards head. It did oddly help.
"Yeah, it's two more days in California, then Idaho." Mikey answered.
"No, three technically. We've got a travel day tomorrow." Frank reminded them.
"Thank fucking god." Gerard muttered.
"You going to be good enough to talk to Kerrang?" Ray asked, as Gerard took another sip of water.
"Should be good in like, twenty probably." Gerard murmured.
Ray hummed, and Gerard stopped himself from sighing for a moment because the pain did briefly fully go away, and it felt ever so nice, even if it came back in slow waves. There seemed to be silence for what felt like ages, which never happened because there was always something that one of them wanted to talk about. Gerard almost felt like he was drifting to sleep as his own heartbeat stopped crashing in his ears and was replaced with the steady thrum of Rays beneath his ear. He felt almost half asleep as Ray moved, brushing hair out of Gerards face as he tended to do.
"Did Gerard fall asleep?" Mikeys voice rang out.
"I think so." Ray said.
"Ray, I have to ask." Frank began. "Ow!"
"Shut up." Mikey hissed, rather quietly. Gerard could barely hear it.
"You said-"
"Yeah-"
"But-"
"No, Frank."
"I'm-"
"I don't care."
"You're annoying." Frank muttered, getting up. "Ray, I wanna talk to you later, or tomorrow."
"Do not talk to him later." Mikey said as the door opened again.
"What was that?" Ray asked, presumably to Mikey as they thought Gerard was mostly asleep.
"Don't worry about it. Franks just being an ass." Mikey answered.
"I see." Ray said, apparently not wanting to push it further. "Is he mad at me or something?"
"No, not... not mad." Mikey said eventually.
"You're lying to me." Ray said.
"He's not mad." Mikey insisted. "Just... frustrated. I don't know, I don't want to know about whatever the hell is going on with him but I do because he can't really talk to you or Gerard about it, but I think he's going to anyways later, so y'know."
"Y'know?" Ray repeated. "Wait- this has to do with me and Gerard? And you know?"
"I'm not talking about this. If you wanna know, talk to Frank, and don't talk about it with me in the room because I don't want to know anymore than I already do." Mikey said, almost a grimace in his voice. "I'm going to go and see if Petes done with his interview because I don't- I can't think about this."
With that Gerard heard Mikey leave, the door shutting and opening again, and Ray sighing.
"Leaving me to fend for myself, I see." Ray murmured against his temple.
"You're the one who said I was asleep." Gerard mumbled.
Ray hummed, and Gerard spoke again, "Can you just... keep talking for a bit?"
"Is it helping?" Ray asked.
"A little bit." Gerard admitted.
"Alright, sweetheart, I'll keep talking." Ray said. "I don't really know what to talk about. I'm a little curious as to what Frank wants to talk to us about, especially because Mikey doesn't want to talk about it. Which is weird. I know that Frank 'nd Mikey tell each other a lot of shit, I mean, fuck, we all do, but y'know there has always been something that Frank talked to Mikey about instead of us, but I guess I never thought that it might be because it's about us. Which is weird because I can't think of anything he might want to talk about but not to us if it's about us because that's weird. He usually tells us this shit."
"I don't know. Mikey doesn't like talking about a bunch of stuff- I mean, there's not a lot that he won't talk about to us, that's what I mean." Gerard mumbled.
"I know, which is why I'm a little confused because normally if Frank gets pissy, Mikey'll warn one of us and tell us why he's pissed off." Ray replied. A beat. "Unless its about, I don't know, you and me, together, 'cause he probably thinks we're just hooking up."
Rays voice had gotten quiet as he talked. Gerard hummed, knowing what he meant.
"Doubt it." He murmured. "What time is it?"
"Nearly four." Ray answered.
Gerard sighed, "I should probably go."
Sitting up, Gerard took another sip of water before finding the cap and putting it on the bottle, turning to look at Ray. Moving his right hand, Gerard placed it on Rays cheek, kissing him softly, letting his eyes slip closed, feeling Ray kiss back, pressing forward, and holding onto his waist. Gerard sucked in a breath through his nose, and kissed Ray deeper, letting his hand wander down from Rays cheek to his side. Ray let out a soft noise as Gerard pulled away and kissed his chin, hearing his breathing get deeper.
Gerard kissed next to Rays ear, on the underside of his jaw, and then pulled away, whispering, "See you later, Baby. I'll be back in about an hour, alright?"
He stood up, hearing the groan of disappointment from Ray, "You're an asshole, did you know that?"
"Mhm, you say that as if Mikey is gonna be here tonight, and Frank 'nd Bob aren't gonna go get shit-faced before Bus call." Gerard said, looking at Ray, and seeing the flush begin to cover his face.
"You're being such a tease, today." Ray complained.
"I am not." Gerard denied, beginning to walk to the door. "You're the one who looked like you wanted to fuck me right then and there on stage, smiling at me like that."
"Maybe I did." Ray said.
Gerard paused half way to the door, looking at Ray who was still sitting on the couch. Against his better judgment, he walked back, grabbing Rays collar and pulling him in for a kiss that felt like it was going to burn Gerards face off. After a few moments Gerard pulled away, going back towards the door, leaving a half-dazed Ray behind.
"I'll be back later. You're lucky we don't have a show tomorrow." Gerard said, hand on the door handle, and looking back at Rays reaction, seeing his face beat red, bringing up his hands to hide it.
"You're gonna be the death of me." Ray complained as Gerard opened the door and went outside.
Gerard hummed, a dull ache in his head still present, but gone enough that he could talk to Kerrang and get the interview over and done with.
The interview had gone decently well, well enough that Gerard didn't feel like he'd utterly fucked up their image, and his headache was slowly but surely coming back over the course of dinner, so when Everyone else left to go get drunk, Gerard made Mikey promise not to get so drunk that he missed bus call, and went back to the bus. Frank had furrowed his brows at him as he was leaving, and he figured that whatever Frank wanted to ask Ray was still on his mind. He was a little curious, but figured he could get answers tomorrow. Ray had gone with him, walking quietly next to him in the dim streetlight.
"It's not that bad. Just vaguely there." Gerard said, after a while, explaining the excuse that Gerard had used to get out of going to the bar and getting back to the very empty bus with Ray.
"I figured." Ray answered, as the bus came into view.
"I think Mikey can handle himself, y'know? He should be fine." Gerard said, opening the door to the bus and letting Ray in before going in himself.
"You just don't want to see him and Pete all up against each other." Ray pointed out.
Gerard wrinkled his nose, and spoke, "Yeah, I don't want to see that."
"I think Frank's a little mad at us still, but he went with them, so hopefully he calms down." Ray said, sitting down on the couch.
"Yeah." Gerard agreed, looking at Ray and letting his eyes wander over him.
Ray looked up at him, and his eyes met Gerards. Walking forward, Gerard could feel his heart start to beat as he stood in front of Ray. Rays hands moved, resting on Gerards waist, not adding too much pressure but pulling him ever so slightly forward. Gerard let his hands move on their own, taking Rays jaw in his palms, and sliding them back until they were at the nape of his neck. Only then did he move, hitching up his legs to straddle Rays lap, leaning up and kissing him. Rays hand on his waist half-tightened, helping him adjust to where he was sitting, and then the man was kissing back.
It was soft at first. Almost all their kisses were, tender and sweet as Ray sighed in contentment and began to run his hand up and down Gerards back, hand staying over his shirt. He loved these kisses almost more than the rest, reminding him of the moments that they would be alone and Ray would just kiss his temple for no reason, or kiss his cheek because he could.
Then, it was pressure and heat. Ray deepened the kiss and Gerard pushed back, pulling away briefly to breathe and then kissing Ray again, hearing a soft noise come out of his mouth, feeling his loves heart racing beneath his arms where they were slung over Rays neck. Ray whined when Gerard pulled away, kissing at his jaw and his neck, threatening to leave bruises as he mouthed at the junction between Rays jaw and neck, before pulling back up and kissing Ray again.
Gerard groaned, feeling his dick twitch as Ray parted their lips and got his tongue in Gerards mouth. He forced a breath out of his nose as Rays tongue messed with his own, and Rays hands had slipped under his shirt, bare skin on his own, lighting up fireworks in his gut. Gerard lurched forward as Rays hand wandered down, and grasped his ass, pressing into Ray and hearing a groan leave the man as his ass pressed down on Rays dick, feeling it twitching in the others jeans. He loved hearing the little noises that Ray would make, and so Gerard pulled away from the kiss again, hearing the panting from both of them fill the space as they breathed for a moment. Gerard moved though, getting his mouth on Ray's pulse point, just below his jaw, and his hair had grown just enough over the past months to cover it, which was good for both of them.
Nipping at the skin there, Gerard finally got the first soft, quiet moan out of Ray as the mans hand stilled on his ass, holding him closer, and practically focusing on the feeling. Gerard sucked at the skin, knowing that it was Rays weak point as the man threw his head back, causing a chain reaction that sent blood rushing down to his dick because he loved making Ray feel good.
"Gerard." Ray whined, causing Gerard to have to stop himself from pressing down on his dick.
"Yeah, baby?" Gerard murmured, pressing his tongue where he'd practically bitten Ray.
He moved further down Rays neck, moving the others shirt to nip at the junction between his neck and shoulder. He heard Ray whine, and could feel him buck up against Gerard which got a groan out of himself, making him bite down on Ray's neck, scraping his teeth across the skin.
"I missed you." Ray confessed, moving his head so that Gerard had to stop nipping at his neck to look at him, looking into his eyes and seeing them blown wide, with a pink flush over his face.
Gerard moved his hand, letting it settle against Rays chin, the other man leaning into the touch. Gerard caressed Rays cheek and leaned his forehead against Rays, staring into his eyes. They'd been near each other practically constantly lately, but he knew what Ray meant. There was never any time, always just enough time for hand jobs in the bathroom, or the rare occasion Ray would suck him off because he'd banned Gerard from sucking him off because he had to sing every damn day, or jerking each other off in their bunks, desperately trying to get each other off before someone came back and caught them. There's time now. Enough time because Franks avoiding them and bus call is in three hours. They don't have to be that quick right now.
"You wanna fuck me?" Gerard asked quietly, lips ghosting over Rays.
"Yeah." Ray whispered back, and Gerard swallowed, trying to calm his racing heart.
"Not on the couch, Brian'll kill us." Gerard said, pulling away from Ray, but not letting go of him.
Ray nodded, and let Gerard climb off of him, and Gerards eyes flicked down to Rays pants, seeing the tent in his jeans forming, starting to strain against the denim. Rays hands were traveling, finding Gerards hand to go take him to one of their bunks.
"Would you let me blow you? Just this once? Please? We don't have a show tomorrow." Gerard asked, looking up into Rays eyes, trying his best to look pitiful, because all he wanted was Rays dick in his mouth, knowing that he was making Ray feel good.
Ray swallowed, and whispered, "Sweetheart, you can't."
"I know." Gerard sighed, leaning forward and kissing Ray again.
Ray kissed back, and slowly pulled Gerard towards the back of the bus, into the bunk area, and fumbled for the curtains behind him, before pulling away from Gerard to look down at the curtains that separated the bunk from everything else, attempting to pull them back.
"Damn it." Ray muttered, leaning down slightly to mess with the curtains of the bottom bunk, trying to get it open.
Gerard fought back a fit of giggles as Ray messed with the curtains, watching him curse quietly to himself as they wouldn't open.
"Hold on, Ray, baby. Where'd they get stuck?" Gerard asked, looking at the track of the curtains. At this point it may have been quicker just to move and climb up into Gerards bunk, rather than go into Rays, even if it was easier to get into, and less likely to get bruised if they fell out.
"I don't-" The curtain suddenly moved and Ray exclaimed, "Yes! There we go."
Ray turned back to Gerard, and pulled him in for a kiss, tugging at his hair as he did so. Gerard groaned into the kiss, settling his hands on Rays hips as he turned them around, and fell back onto the bed without hitting his head. Ray followed, and Gerard pulled away slightly, watching Ray pull the curtains closed behind them. He moved so that he was leaning against the pillows, head against the head board, spreading his legs apart to pull Ray between them. Leaning forward, Ray brushed the hair out of Gerards face, and kissed him softly, humming as Gerard moved his hands, running them up and down Rays sides, pushing up his shirt.
Gerard lifted up, and Ray got the message, disconnecting their lips to finish pulling off his shirt, tossing it into a corner of the bed, and looking down at Gerard. Ray was basically sitting in between Gerards legs, leaning over him with arms framed around Gerards face, and it was so fucking hot. He really was falling in love with Ray.
One of his favorite things really was the moments where they got to take their time. Time was a precious resource in the touring world, and Gerard liked to admire. Sure, the moment Rays hand was on his dick, he was going to get impatient, but he let his eyes look over Ray, taking in every part of him. Running his hands over his warm skin, feeling the hair on his stomach, watching as Ray sucked in a breath as his hands flicked over the others nipples, as his hands ghosted over his rib cage, taking in and memorizing everything that he could see. He knew he'd see it all again but he really loved to just look at Ray sometimes and admire him.
"You're so handsome, baby." Gerard whispered, his voice feeling lower than it normally was.
Ray smiled, and leaned down, kissing Gerard again softly.
Gerard is pretty sure that he could have sex with a hundred other people, and nothing would ever compare to Ray. God, it was always different with him. It never felt like a means to an end, getting off because you needed to. Ray always kissed him this softly, if they were fucking or not. Then Rays hand was in his hair again, pulling with a stinging sensation shooting everywhere, and Gerard moaned.
"Ray-" Gerard panted, disconnecting the kiss, trying to get anything.
"What do you need, sweetheart?" Ray asked, voice quiet and pressing a kiss to his jaw, gently because he wasn't that into giving hickies as he was getting them, but if Ray was going to give him one tonight, he wouldn't complain.
Gerard didn't say anything in response, instead, he let his hand wander down Rays chest until he was met with denim. His hands went further down, cupping around the zipper and feeling Rays hips buck forward, his dick fully hard now, pressing into the feeling. Rays mouth opened against Gerards neck, a gasp tumbling out, and so Gerard moved his other hand, starting to fumble with the button. Ray moved slightly, moving his leg forward enough that it was pressing on the tip of Gerards dick, making him moan quietly, rocking into the pressure, completely forgetting what he was trying to do for a moment. Continuing to fumble with the button, Gerard was finally able to undo the top part of Rays pants, and unzip them, hand slipping into Rays jeans, and making Ray gasp and bite back moans in his ear. He squeezed lightly, feeling Rays hips buck against his hand, as if trying to ride it and Ray whimpered in his ear.
"Shirt- your shirt, do you- on or off?" Ray asked as Gerard pressed against his dick, running his thumb over where he knew the head was, relishing in watching Ray fall apart on top of him.
"Shit- off, off, you can take it off." Gerard murmured, almost forgetting to actually respond, a strangled gasp coming out of him as Ray moved forward, causing his own hand to bump into his dick, reminding him that he was hard, and quite literally straining against his jeans. Hell, he probably had just as much pre-cum staining his underwear as he could feel beginning to seep out of Ray.
Ray moved, hands pulling at the hem up of Gerards shirt, and he took his hand off Rays dick to help get the shirt off, and kissed Ray again once it was off as he messed with the button of his jeans, finally managing to get his zipper down, and start to shove his jeans off. Ray moved, noise of people moving extremely obvious as Ray helped him get his jeans off, and then Ray managed to get his jeans off with only a little fumbling, and falling, landing so that he was laying next to Gerard rather than sitting in between his legs. Gerard laughed and leaned forward, catching his lips in a kiss, meaning to take his underwear off but he had more important things to do like kissing Ray. He'd fallen in love with the push and pull, the gentle kisses as Ray made the moment last a little longer, making him lose focus in everything around him, even if that already was Ray.
Rays hand snaked around Gerards waist, while Gerard turned over, getting a leg over Rays thigh, getting his mouth on Rays lower neck that would likely be hidden by most of his shirts, and nipping at the skin there, biting and sucking on the skin, feeling Ray breathe beneath him, stuttering in air each time he pressed his tongue to a bite. Gerard moved his leg on purpose so that Ray could press up into his leg, rutting against it. Rays breathing was heavy, bordering on whines as he kept biting and sucking at his collarbone, lathing his tongue over each bite, making sure to take his time.
Taking his time in taking Ray apart by breathing and mouthing at his collarbone, and never letting him know when he was going to bite him. Taking his time with pressing his leg against Rays dick, feeling it twitch beneath him, getting more and more wet. It was still in his underwear, but Gerard could feel the sweat soaking the fabric, and if he concentrated enough, he really could feel the pre-cum beginning to soak Rays boxers, spreading against his thigh from how hard he was pressing up against him, creating less friction than either of them wanted. He pressed down with his thigh on purpose, trying to give that friction back, moaning against Rays collarbone as it unintentionally caused friction against his own dick. Yet, it triggered a moan out of Ray, the noise high compared to everything else that had come out of him.
When Ray started to whimper, and twist around, erratically shoving his dick against Gerards leg, he knew that he should probably stop soon. He did want to get fucked, and making his boyfriend cum in his underwear before he could do that would not end in that outcome, but he loved to suck at Rays sensitive points, and Ray loved it too.
"Gee- Sweet-" Ray managed to gasp out.
Gerard pulled away from Rays collarbone, and moved his leg because he did not want this to be over yet. It wasn't time because they had all the time in the world right now, so Ray was not allowed to cum from Gerard biting his skin and letting him rut against his thigh. Ray groaned, panting, and stilling his hips as if he had to or one stray wind was going to make him cum. Ray stared at him, eyes tracing every single part of him, and Gerard watched as Rays eyes scanned over him, and he glanced up to see Rays hair starting to stick to his face from the sweat. This was one of those things that felt different compared to anyone else, Ray stared at him, and it wasn't apathy or just lust, but rather a weird mix of amazement and lust, or maybe it was love and Gerard was going insane because he'd never felt this loved before.
"You good now?" He asked, letting his hand touch Rays side as a soft, calming touch.
Ray took a deep breath, and nodded, lifting up the thigh that Gerard was seated on, just enough to add sudden pressure that he wasn't expecting.
"Shit-" Gerard gasped, leaning forward, other hand hitting Rays chest, while Ray caught his waist so he didn't fall that far forward.
Ray put it back down, with a grin, clearly pleased with himself at getting back at Gerard for nearly making him cum in his underwear like a teenager.
"You wanna fuck me, right?" Gerard asked, making sure to look Ray in the eye as he did.
"Jesus." Ray groaned, throwing his head back, but Gerard could see the red flush had spread down his neck where it met the reddening bite marks adorning his collarbone, shiny with spit and sweat. "Yes, holy- yes, so bad. Just- a moment."
"Damn, Toro, I don't think I've ever made you nearly cum from just that." Gerard murmured, more amusement in his voice than anything. He wanted to keep biting Ray, sucking hickies into his skin, feeling his heartbeat and breathe beneath him because he knew it could make Ray go insane, and he loved it.
"You keep that up, sweetheart, I'm not gonna last long enough to cum inside you." Ray said, sitting up and starting to root around for what they'd need, like he hadn't just caused the last of Gerards blood to run downstairs.
Those words went nearly straight to his dick, blood rushing through his body, the flush overtaking him growing deeper.
"Ray." Gerard whined.
Ray turned to look at him from digging around in a small personal bag he had shoved in the corner of his bunk, holding a small thing of lube in his hand, looking at him, eyes catching Gerards own.
"It's alright. Give me a moment, angel." Ray murmured, leaning forward to catch Gerard in a kiss for a moment before pulling away.
Ray pulled something else out of the bag and set it to the side, motioning for Gerard to come closer to him. It really wasn't all that difficult considering that these bunks were barely able to fit one person sleeping comfortably, let alone two people fucking. Gerard moved, letting Ray run his hand up his side as he kissed him again, moving around so that Ray was once again on top of Gerard and settling between his legs.
"What way-"
"I wanna see you." Gerard answered before Ray could even finish the question. "Please."
Ray swallowed thickly, pupils somehow dilating further than they had been, love, not lust, "Okay, sweetheart."
It had been too long since the last time they truly fucked to not look at Ray, to not feel Rays teeth against his throat while his dick was in his ass, to not watch Ray gasp and hold his mouth open his a silent moan as he came in Gerard, and he knew in his gut that meant that he was not going to be able to sit properly tomorrow but he didn't care. Reaching down, Gerard started to pull of his boxers, half aware that they'd both taken off almost all their clothes but the most important parts. Gerard managed to kick off his boxers with the help of Ray whose hand grazed his dick, making him stifle back a groan. Ray fumbled with his own boxers for a moment, not able to get them off his legs, but Gerard watched. He could see the pre-cum on Rays tip, the slightest bit seeping out and coating the head making it look shiny like someone had been sucking on it.
Rays eyes lingered on him when he finally managed to get his boxers off, following his gaze and likely seeing that Gerards mouth had absentmindedly started to water. God, Gerard wanted his mouth on Ray so bad.
"I know, angel." Ray murmured, leaning between Gerards legs again, kissing him while their dicks brushed up against one another, which was more contact that he'd had in a moment. Gerard whined at the contact and when Ray pulled away to whisper, "I know, It's just a month and a half, alright?"
"Fucking- easy for you to say." Gerard muttered, grabbing Rays face, and pulling him in for another kiss.
One of his favorite fucking things was that Gerard got to kiss Ray as well whenever the hell he wanted. So many other times, sex would just kind of be like getting off, it wasn't slow and sweet, but rather to the point, and never had this many fucking kisses, but Ray let Gerard indulge. Hell, Ray kissed Gerard almost as much as Gerard kissed him. It was nice to feel that, to know that he did get to have this. That this was their thing. Ray let Gerard want it slow and sweet and taking all the time in the world because everything felt like it was passing in slow motion around Ray.
Gerard moaned, and pulled away as he felt Rays hand on his dick, starting to mess with it. The callouses itched some part of him, bringing in a new form of pleasure that had been sitting dormant in him since before Ray. Rays thumb swiped over his slit, and Gerard whined, writhing under his touch. Ray let go and sat back, staring at Gerard, hands resting on Gerards knees, running his thumb in circles.
"Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?" Ray asked, voice low, and staring at Gerard. "How much I love you?"
Gerard sucked in a breath and said, "I'm so fucking in love with you."
Ray smiled, dipping in for another quick kiss before pulling away with a whisper, "Love you."
Ray reached behind him, and grabbed the clothes that they'd tossed to the side, half lifting Gerards hips up. Gerard used his legs to push them up the rest of the way, and let Ray put the clothes underneath him, letting him settle onto it. Gerard watched as Ray opened the bottle of lube, and poured some out, listening to the click of the bottle closing. He'd never been so fucking in love with someone, and never had someone that in love with him as well. Possibly more in love than him, and it felt like his heart was going double time every time Ray said, or acted like it.
The two of them made eye contact and Ray smiled again, his non-lube covered hand holding Gerards leg, and pushing it up slightly into more of an upside down v-shape so he could get to Gerards ass better.
"You ready, sweetheart?" Ray asked.
"Yeah, yes, Ray." Gerard managed to force out, squirming, wanting to be touched, yet never wanting this to be over because God knows when they could get this next.
"Alright." Ray murmured.
The first finger never really felt like anything other than something odd in his ass, sliding in and out slowly to get a feel for how loose Gerard might be, which today was barely because they hadn't gotten to fucking do this in over two weeks, and he just wanted to feel Ray again, rather than the slide of lukewarm lube in his ass.
"Ray." Gerard whined. "Another? Please?"
Ray hummed, pressing a kiss to Gerards knee that was right next to his face as he pulled out one finger and pressed two in, getting to some sort of stretch that wasn't burning but was feelable, and noticeable. Gerard sighed in contentment, reaching down to find Rays free hand, clasping it and giving it a squeeze. Two fingers were pushed in and out for a moment or two more before Ray started to move them around in other directions, causing Gerard to squirm, because now Ray was the one being a fucking tease by not pressing on the spot that-
Gerard moaned and pressed his head back into the pillows, letting his eyes slip shut for half a moment until he opened them back up, panting. Shit, that always sent any and all focus directly to Ray, the pleasure blinding his senses for a moment.
"There it is." Ray murmured as if he wasn't the cause of that.
Ray curled his fingers up again, running them over his prostate which left him whining, moaning and writhing on Ray's fingers, wishing for something more. Spikes of white-hot pleasure ran through his body every single time Ray touched it, running his fingers over it over and over and over and Gerard was going to cum without Ray ever properly touching his dick if they weren't careful.
"Ray- Ray- baby, please." Gerard begged, as Ray pulled his fingers half way out before rocking them back in.
"Please, what, angel?" Ray asked back.
"Fuck me, please." Gerard begged, feeling like his eyes were constantly rolling up into the back of his head.
There was a choked noise from Ray, almost a strangled gasp slipping out of his mouth, "Hold on, sweetheart. One more finger, alright?"
"Ray, I swear-" Gerard gasped, fingers clutching at the bedsheets because he couldn't fucking hold onto Ray until his dick was in his ass because he was too far away, and the burn was taking all his attention away. He wanted to hold Ray, wanted him inside, needed him to just see how Gerard felt.
Three fingers would make it so that Rays dick wouldn't hurt him at all, a precaution from Ray, but god did Gerard want Ray to just fuck him senseless now, not caring if there was going to be a burn. No more nice and slow because Ray being so much of a fucking tease, leaving Gerard clutching bedsheets, bucking up into the air and getting no friction, even if that part was Gerards fault technically because he could grab his dick, but then it would be over that much quicker. Rays free hand moved, rubbing circles into Gerards hip, a whine slipping free from his mouth, half way to begging Ray to fuck him and to just stick his dick in and fuck him. The burn from the stretch was slowly disappearing, but Gerard didn't even care, he needed Ray in him.
"Ray- Baby, please." Gerard whined, moving his head from where it was thrown back to look at Ray, curls surrounding his head, eyes fixated on Gerards face. Gerard knew he liked to watch his reactions, watch the way his face twisted up.
Ray smiled and moved forward as he slipped his fingers out of Gerards ass, kissing his chin. The angle was always awkward, but god did he love it as Ray whispered, "You're so impatient."
"You- you were-" Gerard struggled for the words as Ray sat back and picked up one of the other things. "You were calling me a tease earlier- now I'm the impatient one?"
Ray nodded as he looked over the package he was holding before opening it with his teeth, because apparently Ray couldn't open it with his hands.
"I swear to god, if you put that on and you don't fuck me raw, I'm going to go insane." Gerard said, watching as Ray prepared to put the condom on.
"Gee, sweetheart, do you want to try and clean cum out of your ass tonight?" Ray asked.
Gerard groaned and let his head fall back, because unfortunately Ray had a point. They wouldn't have access to a proper shower in a couple of days, and he was not going to let it leak out onto their sheets, even if it would be hot as hell.
"Later, sweetheart. This isn't the last time this is gonna happen, I promise." Ray reminded him, and Gerard heard the sound of the lube opening again.
Gerard waited with bated breath, watching as Ray adjusted his hold, and eventually lifting up both of Gerards legs, folding them over his shoulders so that his dick was actually able to get to Gerards ass. The slight burn in his thighs was worth it because Rays hands felt so warm where they were holding him, holding his waist, and then his thighs like Ray couldn't decide where to hold him. Rays eyes kept looking over him, grazing over his chest and his midsection, a hand moving and running over his ribs. Heart hammering, and chest heaving at the gentle touch, Gerard squirmed under the eyes, but when Ray looked into his eyes, he calmed, focusing on staring back. He'd never seen someone look at him like that, eyes soft yet wide, smiling at him like he was the last man on earth.
"God, you're so fucking pretty." Ray whispered. It seemed more to himself but Gerard whined anyways, keening at the adorment from Ray. "You ready, sweetheart?"
"So fucking ready, baby." Gerard breathed out.
Feeling something warm touch his ass, Gerard forced himself to take a deep breath so that he didn't cum immediately after Ray put his dick in after begging to be fucked. He needed pressure, pressure on something or anything, he needs a hand on his dick or for Ray to push in quicker than he was so he could fully fuck him, pressing up against his insides in a way that he craved.
"Ray." Gerard whined, as Ray began to slowly push in.
Ray groaned, and Gerard tried not to whine as Ray pushed in, slowly filling him up, and Gerard tried not to push back to get more of Ray in him quicker than Ray was ready for. The hot feeling of Rays dick just kept going, and Gerard could do nothing but whine, and clutch at the bedsheets. He could hear Ray groan as Gerard accidentally clenched down on his dick, face falling forward pressing Gerards legs closer to his torso. God, he didn't even know he could do that, but apparently he could as Ray was hunched over, face buried in Gerards neck, gasping as he finally bottomed out. Ray mouthed at his chin and He moaned, feeling Ray shifting around inside him, pressing up against his walls and half-rubbing against his prostate, thighs burning with a delicious ache.
Ray half pulled away from his neck, panting and Gerard forced his eyes open to meet Rays who's chest was heaving and looked like he was two seconds away from cumming right then and there with no other stimulation other than just the fact that he was in Gerard. The idea made Gerard whine and press back against Ray, whose hands gripped tighter against his waist, sucking in a heavy breath like he really did have to stop himself from cumming.
"Shit- Gee, you feel so fucking good angel, you always do." Ray whispered, rocking back and forth but not pulling out, waiting for when Gerard said he was ready. "So tight, Jesus, no matter what I do."
"You- you can move, please-" Gerard whined, half-begging. "Ray-"
Ray pulled out very slowly before thrusting his hips forward, eliciting a moan out of Gerard. Then he did it again, and again, and all of a sudden they'd set an even pace that had Gerard moaning and having his hands desperately clutching the bedsheets, before moving them and using them to pull Ray closer to him, pulling at his back. Each thrust felt it was going to be the last for Gerard before he came, each one tightening the coil in his gut, while Gerard tried not to scratch out Rays back, yet it kept happening as he hit a delicate spot.
"God, sweetheart, I don't know- how long-" Ray panted out, a moan rolling off his tongue as Gerard grasped around to put his hand over Rays, finding it over his waist, and holding it there instead of tearing up Rays back more than he had. Ray changed his grip, slipping his fingers into Gerards, holding his hand.
"Ray-" Gerard moaned, feeling Ray lean forward to bury his face in Gerards shoulder, moans slipping out as his hips began to stutter inside Gerard.
The angle change made it so Ray was now hitting directly against his prostate with almost every thrust in, sending a litany of moans from Gerards mouth, or maybe they were high pitched whines. He reached down between him and Ray and whimpered as he got his hand on his dick, the friction causing him to buck up into his hand, and clench down on Ray, coil tightening. Holy shit, he was going to fucking cum.
"Holy shit- Gee, I'm- close, please." Ray whined in his ear.
"Cum in me, baby- please, please, Ray." Gerard whimpered, stroking himself and feeling pressure in his gut, building, warmth spreading.
Ray turned, leaning over to kiss Gerard and gasp into his mouth as his his hips stuttered, and froze deep in Gerard, buried in him, little noises escaping him as Gerard clenched around him. He could feel the cum filling the condom, spurts of warmth lighting up his insides. Gerard gasped and felt his eyes flutter shut as his orgasm ripped through him, a long moan spilling out as Ray fell against him, chest heaving, warmth splattering on both of them, as Gerard rode out his high, trying to breathe properly.
They laid there for what felt like mere moments, but was probably several minutes, chest heaving and breathing in and out. Eventually though, Gerard got his hand out from underneath Ray, groaning as he felt the movement against his dick, which was not something he wanted again right now. Ray loved to rest against his chest, and he knew that if he didn't ask Ray to move soon, he might get stuck like this for a while.
"Ray, baby?" Gerard asked, still breathing hard.
Ray hummed instead of giving an actual response.
"Can you get up so I can move my legs?" Gerard asked, no longer able to not focus on the slight burn of his thighs.
"Yeah, hold on." Ray murmured against his skin.
Sitting up, Ray very slowly pulled out. Gerard grimaced at the feeling of his insides suddenly being cold because that was one of the oddest things he'd ever had the misfortune of feeling. Ray moved to the side, and let Gerard stretch out his legs again, the burn mostly disappearing with a small sigh. He turned his head to look at Ray who was sitting next to the side panel, taking off the condom, and tying it so it wouldn't get on his sheets instead of curling back up against his chest, like Gerard would like him to do.
"Did you mean what you said?" Gerard asked, voice feeling smaller than he felt.
"Did I mean what?" Ray asked.
"That you love me?" Gerard asked. "Because I'm really in love with you, Ray toro, and if that wasn't true, I don't- I don't know what I'll do."
"Of course it's true." Ray snorted, moving hair out of Gerards face with his hand. "Why wouldn't I love you?"
"I don't know, just wanna make sure you meant it." Gerard sighed, as Ray moved to lean on his elbow next to him.
"Gerard, if I didn't love you, we wouldn't be here right now." Ray reminded him, curls half falling in front of his eyes as he tilted his head down towards Gerard.
Gerard hummed, and brought up one of his hands to hold Rays chin, murmuring, "That's true."
A moment passed while Gerard stared into Rays eyes, rubbing his thumb over Rays cheekbone, having memorized the shades of brown, and the subtle changes around his pupil from looking at his eyes as often as he did, but then Ray spoke, "We should probably get cleaned up before anyone come back."
"We have like an hour or two, probably." Gerard complained.
"Yeah, but that's the latest people have to be back so we can leave, not when they'll be back, sweetheart." Ray reminded him, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
"That's true." Gerard sighed.
Ray shuffled around, finding a pair of boxers that Gerard was pretty sure were his, not Rays, and pulling them on so he could leave the bunk. There was still no one else in here right now, and it would be obvious as to what they had been up to but at least Ray wouldn't flash them. Which is for the better for all of them. Some parts of Ray, Gerard wanted to keep to himself. No one else got to know about these special moments. They were theirs.
"I'm gonna get us some fresh-ish clothes." Ray said, and turned away from Gerard, which was when he finally got to get a look at his back.
Gerard sucked in a breath, and let his eyes trace over the red, raised lines on Rays back. They weren't a very aggressive red, not bleeding and the skin didn't seem to be torn, but it was very obvious that someones nails had made them if you focused enough on the drag of the lines, where they originated and the fact that Ray had just been alone with Gerard for probably a good hour.
"Are you alright, baby?" Gerard asked, eyes focused on the lines.
Ray was half way out of the bunk, but turned, looked at Gerard, and then turned his head back to get a good look, seeming surprised to see the scratch marks there.
"Yeah, don't worry, you didn't hurt me. I'll be right back, gonna go grab a rag too." Ray comforted him, patting his knee before slipping out of the bunk.
Gerard half sat up while Ray was gone, removing the clothes from underneath him knowing they were probably going to have a bit to wash them tomorrow hopefully, hearing water running from their half-assed sink that only worked because they'd gotten lucky enough to be parked next to a spigot they could hook up to this time. Then there were soft footsteps announced Rays return, the curtain, getting tugged back, and then stuck again. He heard Ray curse, and couldn't help himself from laughing a little this time because it was funny that this kept happening to Ray. Especially considering that he hadn't seen this happen yet.
"Has it done this before?" Gerard found himself asking.
"No, it has only been today." Ray muttered, finally victorious against the curtain and pulling it shut again.
Ray had a very old shirt that was dirty enough that none of them would wear it again before it got washed in one hand which had clearly been used to clean the cum off his own chest, before using that to wipe off the cum off Gerards chest, and some of the lube off his ass before getting tossed into the laundry bag. Then, Ray ran the cool rag over Gerards chest as he slowly sat up, feeling the burn in his ass. God, he was so going to feel this tomorrow and he couldn't be more fine with that. The cool water helped calm the flush that was probably still taking over his body, and did take care of some of the sweat that had been accumulating. When Ray seemed satisfied, Gerard took the rag from him, wiping over the parts of Ray that needed to be cleaned, making sure to run it over his back, looking over the scratches to make sure that he didn't break any skin.
From somewhere, Ray produced a mostly clean pair of underwear, helping Gerard get them on. Moving his legs felt slow and sluggish compared to moving literally any other part of his body, but somehow, Gerard got the underwear on, and then a pair of basketball shorts because he was not falling asleep in Rays bunk mostly naked when they were going to check up on them to see if they were actually in the bus. Ray pulled a shirt on and honestly, Gerard wasn't sure if he wanted to fall asleep in Rays bunk because now the sheets were all sweaty, and there was a smell of sex in the air that they should probably get rid of before anyone else came back.
"Do you want to move to my bunk?" Gerard asked, looking at Ray, seeing his current shirt had a very loose collar and so he could still see all the bites along his collarbone.
"Can you get in it?" Ray asked, sounding almost a little smug.
"If you give me a minute." Gerard said, grabbing his shirt from earlier and slipping it back on. It was fairly clean honestly, just had the sweat from today on it. On closer inspection, it was Rays, but the same notion applied.
"Alright." Ray said, moving and opening the curtain again, but then leaning over and cracking open the window the slightest bit so that the ac wouldn't get out, but the smell would leave enough that it wasn't extremely obvious what they were doing.
Gerard moved, and put his feet on the floor as Ray also stood up, Ray took his hand, and helped him stand up. Gerard stumbled onto his feet, legs feeling like jelly. Ray caught him, and gave him a look, and Gerard looked at him, questioning if he wanted to be laying in their bodily fluids all night. Ray helped him up to his bunk, the ladder always a demon to deal with, and followed after him. Gerard laid down on his back and Ray went with him, laying his head on his chest, and wrapping his arms around Gerard. Ray did have to tangle together one of their legs in order to fit into the bed properly, but Gerard just sighed in contentment, running his fingers up and down Rays back because that was fine. Honestly, it was nicer than just laying next to each other.
"That was really nice." Gerard admitted quietly.
"It was." Ray agreed, moving his head so that his chin was pressing into Gerards chest, making eye contact with him.
Gerard smiled, "Hi."
"Hi." Ray whispered back, a small smile on his face. "I missed that. I missed you."
"Missed you too, baby." Gerard said, leaning forward and kissing the tip of Rays nose.
Ray lurched forwards and caught Gerards lips in a tiny kiss, causing Gerard to giggle a little at Rays antics as Ray sighed, staring into Gerards eyes looking so incredibly content. They needed that. Just a moment that was truly them, no rush, no time to get them.
Rays arms tightened around Gerard, holding him close, and burying his face in Gerards chest again. He hummed, letting his eyes slip shut, listening to Ray breathe, listening to the soft sounds as Gerard moved his hand his hand up and down Rays back, feeling Ray hum in contentment. He'd almost fallen asleep when all of a sudden Ray was sitting up, and Gerard blinked his eyes open, watching in the dim light as Ray muttered, pulling at his shirt.
"Too damn hot for this." Ray muttered, managing to get the shirt completely off, and laid back down against Gerards chest, now only wearing shorts, and showing the scratch marks to anyone who opened the curtain.
Gerard snorted, and murmured, "Y'know they're going to check to make sure we're on the bus?"
"I know. I don't care." Ray said, putting his hand over Gerard's waist again.
He snorted and murmured, "G'night, baby."
"Good night." Ray murmured, voice muffled by the fabric of Gerards shirt.
Resting his hand on Rays lower back, which did feel rather warm compared to everything else around them, Gerard let his eyes close again. God, that had been nice, and he was probably going to sleep better than he had in ages. Sighing, he shuffled a little, managing to get Rays head higher on his chest so he could kiss his curls. Exhaustion was tugging at his skin, at his eyes, at everything around him, taking him down under quicker than he had in a while. Tomorrow was a travel day, and everything would be great.
The door to the bus opened, and someone called out, "Ray, Gerard, you two better be wearing clothes."
Gerard was already half-asleep, and unwilling to respond. The two of them could deal with it in the morning.