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After their last conversation, Ray couldn’t shake the feeling that had started to grow in his chest. He’d been so lost in thought, so deep in the throes of his mind, that he almost didn’t look up to see the person walking out of the store he was about to pass. He skidded to a stop just before slamming into them and glanced up at the shop window.
It was a pet store. Almost like a cosmic force guided him, Ray walked inside and tentatively glanced around. No one greeted him or even seemed to notice that he’d come in, so he meandered around the shop, killing time, just looking, until something caught his eye.
A thin, pale pink collar hung lonely on one of the walls with a matching leash tied to it via a rubber band. It had a soft white interior, and little silver grommets darted along it for the buckle. Ray couldn’t believe it, but it looked just like one of the belts Frank used to wear. He pulled it down and turned it in his hand, looking it over. He’d never seen Frank wear a collar, didn’t know if it was even something he’d really want or just something he said as a joke, but he knew that if there was ever one that Frank was meant to own, it would be this one.
When Ray got back to the bus, the sun had fully risen, and it was shining through the windows, leaving a faint glow on Frank’s face as he slept in his bunk. Ray brushed the hair from Frank’s eyes and kissed his forehead to wake him up gently.
“Hey,” he whispered, tapping his boyfriend’s nose. “Hey, puppy, look what I got you.”
Frank’s eyes fluttered open, his long lashes tickling Ray’s nose, and he bounced up when he saw the pale leather in his hand.
“Whassat?” He slurred, rubbing his eyes with a sleepy smile. Ray held it up.
“For you. For… Yeah. I don’t know, do you like it?”
Frank’s eyes lit up like a night sky, and he launched forward to take the collar and leash from Ray’s hands, running his fingers over it. Ray watched as his cheeks and nose started to darken to a heated red and his eyes teared up.
“You got…? For…? It’s— Ray, it’s perfect. I love it.”
“Really? Great!” Ray grinned, opening his hand for Frank to put the collar in it, careful not to seem like he was taking it away. “I didn’t know if it was just something you said as a joke, or if you’d want to really feel like a dog, but it reminded me of your belt.”
Frank’s eyes welled with tears as Ray unhooked the buckle and gingerly wrapped the collar around Frank’s neck, fastening it just tight enough that he could slip two fingers underneath to make sure it wouldn’t hurt. He gave the leash a gentle tug and placed it back in Frank’s hands.
“Hey, so, what’s it feel like, anyways? We’ve talked about it a little, but the collar thing. I wanna understand.” Ray ran his fingers over the clip for the leash, his lips turning up into a smile at the way Frank became so pliant all of a sudden with the collar around his neck. His face followed Ray’s hand, hoping to be touched softly, like he really was a dog.
“It feels… Safe. It feels like even when I’m alone, you’re there. It feels like knowing that your owner will come home no matter what, and that they’re proud to call you theirs. So proud, they’d put it right around your neck.” Frank blinked away his tears and tugged his own collar, looking down at the leash and his hands, and Ray silently kicked himself for not thinking to make a tag while he was at the store. “I’ve never really felt owned before, not like this. I feel like I just got adopted by a philanthropist who has a dog park in his backyard.”
Ray chuckled, his eyes pinching shut, and Frank kissed the wrinkles at the corners. He unhooked his collar and lengthened it, turning it and fastening it around Ray’s neck. His laugh faded, and their gazes met as his hands reached up to touch the leather around his neck. It was definitely too small, and pink was far from Ray’s color, but Frank swore he could see the beginning of a very familiar gloss start to appear in Ray’s eyes. It was still forming, something entirely new and unthought of before now, but he figured that was worth exploring.
They left the collar and leash in Frank’s bunk, abandoning their almost-discoveries so that they could help the Ways get ready for the show in Raleigh that night. As most of them had so far, it went off without a hitch. Frank couldn’t help but notice that Ray’s energy was different tonight, though. He was bouncier, drifting around the stage more; all smiles, and he couldn’t keep his hands off Frank.
They had to sleep in the bunks tonight, and even though everyone had become very accustomed to Frank sleeping with Ray in his, he didn’t think they’d take too kindly to listening to their raunchy sex. All of that energy would just have to stay pent up until they arrived at their hotel room tomorrow in Virginia Beach.
Frank still couldn’t shake the image of Ray grasping at the collar around his neck earlier, even when they laid down to fall asleep together. He’d never imagined finding someone as into the whole puppy thing as he was, but he certainly didn’t think he’d also get so lucky as to find someone who wanted to try it themselves. As he drifted off to sleep, he smiled to himself at the last coherent thought he could grasp onto; he’d have plenty of time to go to the pet store himself and pick something out for his big, new guard dog.
Frank rubbed his groggy eyes with the backs of his fingerless gloves, almost toppling the lid off of his coffee as he walked into the PetSmart a few blocks down from what would soon be the hotel they checked into after their show tonight. Sure, it wasn’t some cute boutique like the one Ray had found, but it would get the point across; Frank wanted to return the favor the only way he knew how.
The leashes and collars here were less than stellar, but one did stick out to him by the time he’d studied the racks for a while. It was thick and black, sturdy leather, and covered in silver spikes. He tried to picture it around Ray’s neck, his thick neck, the way his Adam’s apple would bob under the unforgiving leather when he swallowed, and the way he’d have to look up— Frank shook his head with an embarrassed giggle. Maybe he was even more into this power exchange than Ray was.
He liked that his collar was more dainty, and something told him that Ray would like that his was beefy and wide.
In their few minutes of downtime before they went on, Ray felt a soft tug at the back of his shirt and turned around to see a timid Frank standing behind him, both hands behind his back. Ray dipped down to kiss the top of his head, and when Frank glanced around to see if anyone was looking, Ray stepped back with crossed arms and a knowing smirk.
“What’d you do, sneaky pup?” He remarked, popping his hip out to the side. Frank chewed his bottom lip to hide a cheeky smile and held the collar and leash up, just obscurely enough that only Ray could really get any idea of what it was before he whisked it away back under his jacket.
“Got you one. It just looked like you… Liked it. How it felt.” Frank muttered, and then he doubled down like he felt that he needed to defend his choice. “And, I like how you make me feel so small. And that my collar was small. It’s like, uh, petite. But this one is all big and thick, for way bigger dogs, and I was thinking about how I like to submit to you because I know you could hurt me, but trust that you won’t. So that got me thinking, if you wanted a collar, then you’d probably want one that reminded you how easily you could hurt me, but that you never, ever would. Like a Rottweiler and a chihuahua.”
“And I’m really hoping I’m the Rottweiler in that scenario,” Ray chuckled, ruffling Frank’s hair. “Honestly, I’m more excited than I thought I’d be. Thank you, baby. Really.”
Frank discreetly handed the collar over, and Ray tucked it away into his suitcase for safekeeping.
“You’re welcome,” Frank said earnestly, and then he donned his usual shit-eating grin. “But you’re definitely the fucking chihuahua.”
Ray’s energy tripled that night, so much that he was tearing across the stage and almost flailing around as much as Frank did. It seemed to brighten everyone else’s moods, too, and they all agreed afterwards that it was their best show yet. Frank’s chest was practically glowing; full of piss, vinegar, and pride as they all walked back to the bus. Gerard and Mikey made a pit stop at the street corner for a smoke, but Ray yanked Frank with him back to the bus on their own before he could take the opportunity to light up with them.
He pulled Frank behind him onto the bus and kissed him hard, slamming against their bunks and fumbling behind him for the pink collar. He felt bad that his was sitting in the suitcase, unused, but this was easier to grab and he wanted something now.
“Put it on me. I wanna do it,” Ray whined, more needy than Frank was ever used to him sounding. “I did like it. I loved it. I don’t know anything about anything, I mean, I only know what you told me, but I just want to trust you.”
Frank took Ray’s face in his hands and kissed him back roughly before pulling away to look at him.
“I loved hearing every word of that,” he admitted. “But this is not a tour bus activity. You are six feet tall.”
Ray mouthed at Frank’s neck in defiant response, and Frank yanked him back by the hair, harder than he meant to. It made Ray’s eyes shoot open, and he obeyed, his features unusually soft when he looked down at Frank again.
“We have hotels tonight. You think you can make it twenty minutes, big guy?” Frank mocked, and Ray rolled his eyes despite the fact that he was straining in his pants, partially from the way Frank was talking.
The entire trip to the hotel, Frank could feel Ray practically vibrating with pent-up energy. They were off the bus faster than everyone else, gratefully accepting their keycards from Worm and all but running with their suitcases to the nearest elevator, Ray dragging Frank by the hand.
“Surely that wasn’t suspicious at all.” Frank snorted as the elevator doors closed, leaving them alone inside. It was almost like Ray didn’t hear him, eyes fixed on the LED readout as it ticked up through the floors. Frank almost jumped when Ray spoke up; he kind of assumed Ray just didn’t hear him.
“Don’t care,” Ray said, giving him a side glance with eyes so dark they made Frank’s gut swirl with anticipation. His heart began to flutter, and he bit back a smile as the screen lit up with their floor number. Frank made brief eye contact with Ray before bolting down the hall to the door with their room number on it.
The thundering of Ray’s footsteps down the hall after him had his blood rushing in his ears, and he collided with the door, one hand already pushing on it and the other fumbling with the door lock. His stomach plummeted as Ray caught up to him and plastered himself along the back of Frank’s body. The card finally blinked green, and Frank shoved the door open, rolling his bag inside, then turning to pull Ray in after him.
Their lips were colliding the second the door slammed behind Ray, and Frank found himself swept off his feet as Ray’s hands found the back of his thighs and lifted him against his chest. Frank wound his arms around Ray’s neck to stabilize himself as he devoured his mouth.
Ray all but threw him onto the mattress, and Frank hit the bed with an audible oof.
“Damn, Toro, Good thing I got you the alpha-dog collar. You are like a Rottweiler... Maybe something furrier, I dunno.”
“What’s the one that saves people in the snow? With, like, the little whiskey barrel?” Ray asked, climbing into bed beside Frank
“Oh, a Saint Bernard!” Frank giggled, climbing into Ray’s lap. “Yeah, that’s totally you. My guard dog.”
Ray’s expression softened, and Frank couldn’t help but grin as he bent back to open his suitcase on the bed and produce Ray’s collar from inside. Then he turned back and fastened it around Ray’s neck, clipping the leash on and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips.
A short moment passed, and Frank sat still on Ray’s lap, deep in thought.
“You don’t know what to do next, do you?” Ray taunted, and Frank’s face reddened. Then he furrowed his brow, determined and hardheaded as ever.
Frank stared him down, a challenge in his eyes when he choked up on Ray’s leash and pulled him into a bruising kiss. Ray dug his fingers into Frank’s hips and pulled him down to grind against each other. Apparently, Ray was right where Frank wanted him to be, because he let the loop of his leash fall around his wrist, placing both hands on Ray’s face and melting into their kiss.
Ray let his hands wander, pushing Frank’s shirt up to flick his thumbs over his nipples and eliciting a moan from him. Ray pushed his tongue into Frank’s mouth and knotted one of his hands in Frank’s hair as he ground down on him like he was getting paid to do it.
Frank fumbled to unbutton his jeans, and Ray tilted his head back to drag wet kisses down the column of Frank’s throat. When he bit down, Frank let out a desperate, filthy moan that had Ray’s blood running red-hot. He grabbed Frank by the waist and flipped him hard onto his stomach, pinning him chest down, ass up on the bed with Ray’s leash dangling from his tattooed hands. Then he wasted no time stripping Frank of his clothes and pulling off his own jeans.
Ray reached over to Frank’s open suitcase on the bed and pulled out the studded pink leather sitting proudly on top of his folded clothes. He fastened it around Frank’s neck as he straddled his ass, but it didn’t stop Frank from pushing back and goading Ray to keep rutting into him.
“You’re supposed to be letting me top,” Frank whined, clearly enjoying the feeling of Ray’s hard cock dragging along the cleft of his ass through his boxers.
“You kidding me? Look at you…” Ray purred in his ear, clipping Frank’s leash onto his collar’s D-ring. “I need you on my cock, now.”
“Ohfuckplease…” Frank buckled immediately, trying to reach his free hand back to get Ray to do something, anything, only to be batted away as Ray leaned back again to rummage through Frank’s bag.
Frank’s mouth popped open, half in shock and half in pleasure, when Ray forewent his usual routine of rimming him and a pair of slick fingers pushed against his hole. He breathed out hard and slow through his nose as Ray applied pressure slowly, but steadily, and Frank’s tight ring of muscle began to give. The stretch was intoxicating, and Frank couldn’t wait until they were able to do this so frequently that he hardly even needed fingers.
As Ray worked him open, Frank happily planted his elbow in the bed and tugged on Ray’s leash. His huge fingers plunged in and out of Frank with a fervor before long, and he was about to start begging for his cock when Ray finally answered his prayers and pulled his fingers free to lube himself up.
Frank whined as the blunt head of Ray’s cock pushed past his rim. He pulled forward on Ray’s leash again, and his head moved back suddenly when he was rewarded with Ray pulling his own. He could feel Ray’s hair tickling his neck when he gave a harder tug and forced him to bend over his back. Each thrust of Ray’s hips drove a moan out of Frank’s throat, and he couldn’t help the noises punched out of him by Ray’s cock.
He fought his way up onto his hands and knees, nearly getting way too close when Ray shortened the slack on his leash. The change in angle had Ray’s cock dragging along Frank’s prostate every second, and his head filled with fog in an instant. His noises got louder, and before he knew it, he was running his mouth.
“Shit— Ray…” He whined as his boyfriend bottomed out hard and swung his free hand back to spank Frank’s ass. Any amount of filter Frank had was quickly slipping through his fingers, along with the last remaining clarity in his brain. “God, Fuck me… Harder, Ray, please, I want— I—”
“Want what? Use your words, pup…” Ray growls in his ear with a brutal slam of his hips into Frank’s ass, and he can’t hold the impulse back any longer.
“Fuck! I want—” Frank squeezed his eyes shut, and another thrust forced his next sentence out of him in a rush. “Want you to put your fuckin’ puppies in me.”
Ray almost came the second he heard Frank’s plea, and his vision nearly whited out for a second before he composed himself and started to piston his hips into Frank even faster.
“Yeah, baby? You want a litter? Want me to make you my pretty little bitch?” Ray panted, flattening the leash that was still pulled taut against Frank’s back as he felt himself get yanked forward over Frank’s shoulder. He turned his head to suck a dark bruise behind Frank’s scorpion tattoo, and the sensation of warm skin between his lips made his chest ache.
Like an instinct that was long lost, Ray opened his mouth and bit down on the back of Frank’s neck, his jaw locking tight. Ray’s hands shot down between Frank’s legs, hitching under his hips between his thighs, and he laid over his back to hump him with all of his body weight in tow.
His brain started to blur, a subtle fire burning behind his closed eyes, and he felt like their bodies were melting together. Frank’s hands were flying rapidly between staying wrapped around Ray’s leash, and reaching behind them to scratch at his shoulders and the back of his neck. Both of their moans started to come out with deeper tones, closer to growls than anything else, and their bodies tangled together until they moved like one being.
“Mhmm, please,” was all that Frank finally caught enough breath to huff out before Ray was lurching forward and making his orgasm hit him in the back of the head like a stray bullet. “FuckfuckfuckFUCK! Ray!”
The intense thrust of his hips slammed Frank down, sending him off the front of the bed, only to be snagged by Ray’s grip on his leash as he caught his own weight on the bedside table while still pummeling into Frank with all his might. Frank grabbed Ray’s leash with both hands, clinging onto it like he was hanging over a cliff, and tried his best to hold onto consciousness as Ray’s cock rammed into his prostate at a more direct angle.
He could feel himself convulsing around Ray’s girth, and just as his own pleasure started to build again, Ray’s throaty grunts got pitchy and uncontrolled. They were barely hanging onto the bed and side table, mostly strung up in a mess of their own leashes by the time Ray came, helplessly unloading himself into Frank and letting out a shameless, near howl of a moan.
The hot flush of come filling him rolled Frank over into another, smaller orgasm, this one making his skin tingle with delicate electric shocks as Ray’s hips stuttered to a slow rhythm, and then an almost unnoticeable grind, until they finally stopped altogether, still glued against Frank’s ass and the backs of his thighs.
Ray scooped Frank into his arms and pulled him back onto the bed, both of them landing in a heap, spooning with Ray still pulsing inside Frank. Their chests heaved; bodies sweaty and spent, muscles searing, and ears ringing. Frank blinked back to reality first and smiled contentedly when the first thing he noticed was that they both still had a vise grip on each other’s leashes.
He wiggled back against Ray, shivering at the feeling of still being plugged, Ray’s cock keeping him full even as it went soft. Ray sighed, breathing in the sweet smell of Frank’s sweat and cologne from his hair and the soft, tattooed skin between his shoulders. They didn’t need words to convey what they were both thinking, especially because the foremost need now was sleep.
Ray nuzzled his face into the back of Frank’s neck, leaving soft kisses as he gently pulled out and immediately slipped his fingers down the cleft of Frank’s ass to feel his come running down the side of Frank’s thigh. If they didn’t both feel so fucked out, round two would’ve been imminent.
“I’ve loved you,” he whispered. Frank cocked an eyebrow and craned his neck to try and face Ray, most unsuccessfully.
“What?”
“I’ve loved you,” Ray repeated, pulling him closer. “For a while.”
“Yeah?” Frank shut his eyes and pressed his head back, searching for contact with Ray’s forehead.
“Yeah.”
“Well, I’ve loved you, too,” Frank yawned, pushing himself impossibly closer to his partner. “And I still do now, even more.”