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Having Hotel nights were more common in Europe somehow. Ray thinks its because they never knew how long going through the borders was going to take, so it was easier to plan for it to take longer than it would than missing a show because that would not end well. Granted, most of them are hostels that Europe seems to have a plethora of wndn, but at least they all have separate beds in there. Tonight though, they were in a true and proper hotel, with mostly separate room, although some of them were still sharing, not that Ray cared.
They went out just for a bit and honestly, Ray is half-drunk, unsure of how to make sense of the Spanish dancing around him in a dialect he can barely understand. Ray is half-drunk and he doesn't even know where Gerard got the skirt, or when he disappeared from his side to even get in the skirt, but Gerard is standing in front of him, face flushed almost like he's embarassed, and half-smiling at him in a skirt that's over his jeans. Frank looks like he's laughing and may have been the reason his boyfriend was standing in a skirt in front of him.
"Ray- Ray- We- Mikey, he-" Frank is trying to say words in the midst of a fit of giggles. God, Ray has never been more glad that he doesn't drink as much as the others because he really wants to remember the view in front of him right now.
The skirt isn't even that short of one, the pleats rest above Gerard's knees, and maybe just below his mid-thigh, and Ray has to will his body to not respond beside anything other than a flush covering his face. God, he wants to see what Gerard looks like with that on without the jeans. Where the fuck did he get that? Fuck, he looks so good.
"Gee, how drunk are you?" Are the words that manage to escape Rays mouth instead of anything else coherent.
"Like two beers? Maybe three?" Gerard says, voice unsure, running his eyes over Rays face.
The flush on the other mans face, and how wide his eyes are makes him feel like he's going to have to get out of this building before he even had a wish of not getting a boner. Maybe it's already happening because he could feel his breath hitch every time he looks down and imagines Gerard in the skirt without his jeans.
Ray must be drunker than he feels because the next thing he asks is, "Do you want to leave?"
Frank gagged, and Ray really meant for that to stay an inside thought, meant for when Frank wouldn't hear him so that he wouldn't get made fun of the next morning.
"Jesus Christ, you are fucking rabid." Frank mutters, turning away from the two of them. "I'm gonna find Mikey and hang with him."
"Oh, I am very fine with leaving." Gerard says, nodding quickly, a grin taking over his face as he seems to realize what Ray was getting at.
Some part of Ray's brain wants him to just take Gerard by the hand and drag him to the nearest place they could be alone, bathroom, alley, whatever, but the rational thoughts he still had were telling him, repeating, hotel, hotel, hotel. Ray really wants to go to the hotel, in a bed, a proper fucking bed. He wants, and he wants, and he wants, and Gerard is dragging his hand out the door, and he has been following, gently moving his hand to hold Gerard's and squeeze it because they are in Spain, and almost no one will recognize them like this. Some part of him doesn't ever feel like this is real, like he gets to have Gerard, the man he had a crush on since '97 when they first met properly. Yet, they're in Spain, and Gerard is dragging him through the streets, down the couple blocks back to their hotel. The warmth in his hand is so very real and a giddy high rises in his chest at the notion.
Ray has to stop himself from kissing at Gerards neck when they manage to get into the hotel, and then into the elevator, luckily alone. Yet, he allows himself to press into Gerards side, brushing his lips over Gerards temple, feeling the man shiver and squeeze his hand. Spain won't know who they are, so why should Ray care? Fuck, maybe he is more drunk than he thinks.
The two of them manage to get to the door, and Ray fishes out his key, unlocking the door and letting them in.
"Hold on." Gerard says, as Ray closes the door, and he wants nothing more than to kiss him senseless. Which he tries to do and gets a laugh out of Gerard, "Hold on, Ray."
Ray frowns, but listens, watching as Gerard goes into the bathroom, and starts to shut the door.
"Don't take it off, please." Ray finds himself saying, because Gerard really does look good, and he wants him to know. In the light, he can finally see the skirt is pitch black, almost perfect for Gerard.
"I'm not. Go sit on the bed." Gerard says, shutting the door and leaving Ray to wish that he was in there with Gerard.
Ray sits down on the bed, ignoring the fact that he is likely half-hard in his jeans, and waits. He waits, hearing something from the bathroom that almost sounds like a curse, and he knows that he's slowly but surely sobering up probably because he had eaten a bit before they went out. Some part of him sees the water bottle left over from the road sitting on the bedside table, and he takes a few sips from that while waiting. Another part of him begins to wonder if Gerard was dying in there, but he starts to hear what sounds like Gerard repeatedly pushing down on the handle.
"Listen, Ray, if I look like shit, you have to tell me, alright?" Gerard says, voice muffled, sounding hesitant.
"You never look like shit." Ray says softly. He's sure that Gerard in a skirt and whatever else's he's still wearing will not ever look like shit.
Gerard opens the bathroom door, and steps out, and Ray knows that he'd spent most of however long it had been second guessing what he was doing. Looking over Gerards bare legs, Ray almost can't believe that Gerard is his, and possibly finding this just as hot as he is.
"Christ, baby." Ray whispers, feeling his dick starting to harden fully at the sight, blood rushing down, straining against his jeans.
Gerard seems to ease up, walking towards him until he's standing in the middle of Ray's legs as his hands automatically gravitate towards his hips, holding them, and thumbing at the fabric there. Ray rakes his eyes over Gerard, looking down at his calves that are normally hidden by his jeans, and watching the skirt flow down, over his thighs. Rubbing one of his thumbs in a circle, he looks back up at Gerard feeling like with the mix of getting so fucking hard and the alcohol had left him incapable of telling Gerard how fucking amazing he looked. He needs his mouth to work so that he can say that.
"God, you look so good." Ray murmurs as Gerard cups his cheek and begins to lean in. "Where did you even get this?"
"I don't even know. Frank just fucking showed up with it and dared me to try it on. No clue where the fuck he got it." Gerard murmurs, lips brushing against Rays.
Ray didn't respond, instead choosing to fully kiss Gerard, moving his lips against his as Gerard began to grip onto his jaw, kissing back just as fervently. Gerard lets out a soft noise as Ray bites at his lip, and moves one of his hands underneath his shirt, feeling the soft, warm skin of Gerard's hip. Gerard pushes forward, sending Ray flat on his back as he climbs up onto the bed, legs straddling his hips. Ray groans slightly as Gerard practically sits on his dick, parting his lips and letting Gerard lick his way in. The sharp breaths they both take in between kisses has Ray feeling positively dizzy, any and all blood in his body rushing between his dick and his face.
His dick presses so uncomfortably at the zipper of his jeans, but the press of Gerards weight is worth it. Gerard grinds down and Ray moans, disconnecting their kiss as he throws his head back. Gerard takes the opportunity to move Rays head up with his hand and mouth at his neck just below his ear, softly scraping his teeth over his neck and making Ray whine, probably leaving a hickey there. Ray lets his hands travel up Gerards shirt as the other man continues to mouth at his neck, reaching the junction between his neck and shoulder. Rays hands are pressed against Gerards rib cage when the other man bites down, drawing a much too loud moan from Ray as Gerard begins to drag his teeth over the mark and lick over it, as if trying to soothe the pain. Ray tightens his grip on Gerard, and he swears he hears a little whimper accompanying Gerards ass grinding down on his dick.
Gasping, Ray moans as Gerards shuffles his hips down and grinds his dick against Rays, whimpering next to his ear as if hes been waiting for this all day.
"God, baby," Rays gasps, "Gee, wanna see you."
Gerard nips a few more times at his neck before grinding down against Rays dick again, causing him to buck his hips, trying to follow the friction with a whine. The delicious ache of the almost pain of still being stuck in his jeans while Gerard is in a skirt. Fuck, Gerard is still in a fucking skirt. Ray manages to look down as Gerard readjusts himself on his lap, and sees one of the most obscene sights he's ever seen. It's clear that while Gerard had been in the bathroom, he didn't take off only his jeans, because Ray sees Gerards dick imprint through the skirt, bringing the fabric up towards his stomach and shirt, and he when he catches sight of the little bit of darkened material, his hands leave Gerards shirt and instead drag the man back down for a bruising kiss.
Gerard smiles into the kiss, mouth opening and moaning into his own as he grinds down, and he can feel how hard Gerard is getting right next to his own erection. Ray is fairly sure that he's never been more turned on in his life as Gerard pulls away and he starts to unbutton Ray's jeans.
Distantly, Ray remembers he never took of his shoes, and so he starts to kick them off, sending them somewhere else in the room.
"God, you get me so fucking worked up." Gerard mutters as Ray begins to help him get the jeans off.
"Fucking christ, Gerard, do you see yourself? This skirt," Ray trails off, touching the fabric and looking at Gerards face above him. He looks almost nervous for a moment. "You look beautiful, baby."
He watches Gerard swallow and look away like he can't believe what Ray is saying, and so he says, "Fuck, Gee, I mean it. You're beautiful."
Ray moves, making Gerard nearly yelp as he inches the two of them back further on the bed so he can sit up and look in Gerards eyes, mere inches from the others, and whisper, "You're so pretty, baby, I love the way this skirt looks on you, I love you."
The words seem to have finally gotten hammered into Gerards brain as he leans forward and presses his forehead against Rays, murmuring a quiet, "Love you."
The next few moments are a blur of Ray managing to pull off his clothes and toss them to the side, all while Gerard watches him, eyes trained on him, and he can feel it. He watches Gerard lay down against the pillows as he pulls his shirt off, finally not feeling like he was overheating, and having his dick free of his jeans. Moving closer to Gerard, his eyes trail up his calves, and his thighs, the plump flesh something that he could honestly never get enough of. From here he can see how Gerards dick is pushing up under his skirt, staining the fabric, and burning its image into his mind. Fuck, Ray never wants to forget this.
Gerards hand touchs his hips as Ray gets decently close to him, and the other man looks up at him and asks, "You wanna fuck me?"
Ray nods, and leans down, kissing Gerard again, letting his hand tangle in the others hair, and pulling, hearing the little whimpers come out of Gerards mouth, feeling them escape Gerards lips onto his own. Fuck, he loves the taste. Fuck, he loves Gerard.
"My pretty girl." Ray murmurs against Gerards lips, his other hand trailing up Gerards side under his shirt. The words were supposed to stay in his head but it seems they wanted to come out.
"Fuck-" Gerard gasps, "Fuck- call me that again."
Ray pauses, stilling his hands before whispering against Gerards lips again, "My pretty girl, Gee. My girl."
Gerard moans again, and Ray can feel his hips move underneath his hands. For a moment he hesitates before moving his hand up and cupping it around Gerards nipple, palming at the slightest bit of fat there. Ray isn't sure the two of them can even call this kissing anymore because Gerard is starting to become a whimpering mess and he hasn't even fully touched their ass, or dick.
"You like it when I touch your tits?" Ray asks, trying to navigate whatever the hell this has brought on.
Gerard whimpers and Ray can feel him nodding, so he says, "Words, sweetheart."
"Yes- fuck- Ray, please.":
"Please what?" Ray asks, moving his lips to press wet kisses to Gerards jaw, pulling the mans head back with his hair.
Gerards hips move underneath him, and he half-moans against the other mans neck as his skirt brushes up against Rays dick, the little stimulation better than he'd been getting. The damn skirt. Shit, Ray isn't even sure if he wants to rip it off Gerard or fuck him with it on.
"Please fuck me. God- please- please Ray." Gerard says, voice pitchy and higher than it normally is like he said it on a whine.
"Alright, baby." Ray murmurs, pressing a final kiss to Gerards jaw as he moves off the bed to find one of their bags.
Ray can feel Gerards eyes on him as he finds one of their bags and pulls out the lube and a condom. Looking back, in the few seconds that Rays back had been turned, Gerard has managed to get his shirt off, exposing his chest to him. Ray crawls back onto the bed, putting the items on the covers next to them. He leans down and kisses Gerard as his hands travel up the mans thighs, pressing down and feeling as the skirt rises under his touch. Ray can feel as it gets pushed over Gerards dick, as his hand rises higher, and higher. Gerard moans into his mouth, hips bucking as Ray touches his dick, pressing his hand into the tip.
Moving his head, Ray presses a kiss to Gerards neck, moving down until he's pressing kisses to his sternum, still keeping that feather-light pressure on Gerard's dick, listening to the little whines as he moved around, trying to get Ray to move. Pressing his mouth to one of Gerards pecs, he sucks lightly, bringing his other hand up to mess with the other bud while Gerard moans. He's always so loud and Ray never finds it in himself to care, even when he should. Moving back up again, Ray kisses Gerard softly, who seems to be getting impatient because his hands travel up Rays side, trying to almost push him up.
Ray moves, and looks down at Gerard, who's face is flushed and red, when he looks down, Gerards dick is over the skirt and just as red as his face, a small bead of pre-cum dripping down the side of his cock now that its not touching his skirt. It takes everything in Ray to not lean down and lick it up, and just suck Gerard off until he cums down his throat. The idea almost makes him dizzy but Gerard wants to get fucked, and so that's what Ray is going to do.
He still voices it though, "God, I wanna suck you off."
"Fuck- Ray, baby, don't say that to me." Gerard groans, throwing his head back.
"It's true though." Ray muses, taking his thumb and running it up Gerards dick, collecting the pre-cum there and cleaning it off just a little.
"Fuck-" Gerard gasps, jolting under his touch.
A idea flits into Rays mind as his hand wanders down, causing Gerard to spread his legs further and as uses his thumb to part Gerards cheeks, he asks, "You want me to fuck your pussy, right?"
"God, holy shit- yes, yes so much, please." Gerard begs. Ray... isn't sure if he's ever seen Gerard like this. Hell, he's not sure Gerard has ever seen himself like this, but how hard it makes him is almost dizzying, almost like his dick is going to fall off because he got too hard.
"Fuck, you're so pretty, baby. So perfect for me." Ray murmurs softly, bringing his hand back to open the lube and pour some on his fingers.
Gerard whines, and Ray circles one of his fingers around Gerards rim before slipping it in, pushing it in slowly even though there isn't much resistance at the moment.
"Ray- Ray, baby, please. Another finger, fuck, please I can take it I promise." Gerard begs.
Ray hums, absentmindedly thinking about how Gerard almost never starts begging him this quickly, and says, "But your pretty little pussy is so tight, sweetheart. I don't want you getting hurt."
Gerard moans and throws his head back, and some part of Ray wonders if at this point the words are doing more for Gerard than his hands.
"That would make it easier for me to finger you, though." Ray muses, having already decided to put another finger in. He lets the other finger trace against Gerards ass while he groans at Ray's words. He really is half-convinced Gerard is getting off on what he's saying.
"Fuck, Ray- please finger me- my- my pussy, please." Gerard whines, trailing off into a moan as Ray puts his middle finger in alongside his index finger.
He fucks them deeper until he finds Gerards prostate, curling his fingers upwards, hearing a loud wanton moan rocket out of the man, feeling him writhe in his grasp.
"Bet I could make you cum like this," Ray murmurs, pistoning his fingers in and out, running his fingers over Gerards prostate over and over, "Fingering you."
Gerard moans as Ray leans over, trying to stay at the angle he was getting while mouthing at Gerards neck, scraping his teeth over the other mans neck. He tightens his hand on Gerards hip as he moves back down, kissing down his stomach and listening to him moaning, feeling him writhing on his fingers. Ray slips a third finger in, and hears Gerards moans get louder, the ah, ah, ah's getting more and more high pitched as Ray continues to run his fingers over Gerards prostate. Eventually, Ray kisses down most of Gerards stomach and reaches his dick, kissing the tip, and licking it lightly.
"Fuck- Jesus-" Gerard moans. "Ray- fuck- I'm close- fuck."
"Gonna suck on your clit, alright, baby?" Ray murmurs, licking at Gerards tip again, sucking on it while Gerard gasps.
Gerard probably doesn't last more than another few milliseconds before cumming half into his mouth and half onto his own stomach, white ropes painting both of them, and onto the damn skirt. Fuck, the damn skirt. He pulls back as Gerards chest heaves, his face and chest flushed, eyes pulled shut in pleasure, hair soaked with sweat. Ray feels like he's never been more in love as he pulls his fingers out and runs his hand over Gerards stomach, avoiding the cum as he moves forward slightly, and then running his hands over the skirt again. Gerard is still panting as he opens his eyes, looking at him and snaking his hand down to take hold of Rays dick.
Gasping, Ray leans forward in Gerards grip, feeling his hand tighten as Ray buries his head in Gerards shoulder. The contact burns, his hips flicking forward against his will, trying to fuck into Gerards hand. Just as soon as it was there it's gone again as Gerard pulls his hand away.
"You still want-"
"Yes, yes- Holy Shit, Ray." Gerard pants out even though he just came.
"Alright. You gonna cum again for me, sweetheart?" Ray asks, running his hand over the fabric of the skirt, not touching Gerards dick yet but skirting around it, watching between them as it starts to twitch again.
Gerard groans, "In a bit, yeah."
"Good." Ray murmurs, pressing a kiss to Gerards neck, and then his jaw and then his lips.
Gerard kisses back for just a moment before pulling away to breathe, and so Ray leans back again, pushing Gerards legs a bit further apart as he reached over for the condom and the lube.
"No condom." Gerard whispers, and Ray pauses, looking at him. Gerard doesn't meet his eyes at first but Ray moves to catch his eye, and the other man continues on, "I- y'know?"
"I don't know. What's going on, baby?" Ray asks, rubbing his thumb in a circle where it's resting on Gerards thigh.
"Want you to y'know..." Gerard is hesitant, almost like he isn't sure this is something he's allowed to ask of Ray, "Want you to cum in me. Knock me up."
Ray sucks in a breath and he is very aware that isn't possible, but the idea almost has him blacking out from the rush of pleasure the idea brings. He can very much do that.
"Yeah, yeah, I can do that." Ray agrees, tossing the condom over somewhere else. He'll deal with that later.
Ray pours some of the lube over his dick before capping it and tossing it in the same direction as the condom.
"You ready? Gonna fuck your pussy." Ray says, the words still odd in his mouth, but Gerard whines, and his dick twitches so he figures thats a good sign.
Ray slides his dick in the cleft of Gerards ass, not pushing in but thinking about how he should put a pillow underneath Gerards hips, and so with his hand not covered in lube, he grabs one and puts it under the mans hips, pushing his legs up a little higher. The man underneath him groans, throwing his head back as the tip of his dick brushes against his ass. Ray has to keep himself from moaning too loud at the noise because for fucks sake, he isn't even in Gerard yet, just brushing up against his ass. He should have more tact than this.
Gently, Ray guides his dick in, listening to the long, low moan leaving Gerard as his head leans to the right. Ray leans forward as he pushes in, tiny gasps making it out of his mouth as he feels the heat engulfing his dick, it's practically wet with how much lube there is and he almost wants to know if Gerard can feel it. If he can feel how much his ass could pass for what they were both pretending it was right now.
"Fuck, Gee, baby, you're so wet for me." Ray praises as he bottoms out, head hanging down over Gerards chest, hearing the keening noise that came out of him. "So wet, so pretty for me, sweetheart."
"Ray." Gerard whines out. "Please."
"Hold on." Ray pants out, a familiar coil in his gut starting to build up, but dying down as he stays still. "Hold on, baby. I wanna last."
"Shit, I'm not... fucking... lasting," Gerard whines, "So, fuck me. Fuck my- holy shit."
Gerard whines again, clearly not even able to fully say the words without getting more turned on because Ray watches his dick twitch again, even just at the thought.
Ray murmurs something that he's not even fully aware of, it may not even be words, but he pulls half back out, straightening up so he can hold onto Gerards hips and touch the skirt still wrapped around his waist. He really hopes that whoever Frank got this from doesn't want it back because there was a plethora of bodily fluids on it, and there was about to be more. Sliding back in, he goes slow, half-moaning as Gerard clenches around him.
Setting the pace, Ray goes for deep thrusts rather than quick ones, pointedly sliding against Gerards prostate and murmuring things about his g-spot and listening to him whine and watching him writhe under his thrusts. The sound probably could kill anyone who opens the door, slick skin slapping against each other, Ray whining as he fucks into Gerard, and the other man moaning so loudly that the room next door could probably hear them. Distantly, Ray remembers it being Frank and Mikeys room so they probably wouldn't be back for sometime since the two of them left early. At least he hopes they won't come back soon.
"Ray-" Gerard whines, moaning as Ray moves one of his hands to touch his dick. "Ray- fuck- I'm-"
"I got you." Ray gasps out, feeling his own thrusts starting to get erratic as the pleasure starts to build, the coil tightening in his gut, his dick throbbing.
Ray thrusts more erratically, messing with the tip of Gerards dick, continuing to pretend like it was the mans clit, moaning loudly as Gerard clenches around him. Gerards cum spills over his hand, coating the skirt in a second round of white ropes as the other gasps his way through it.
"Fuck- baby, gonna fucking cum in you- fucking knock you up." Ray mutters, thrusting forward once more as Gerard whines and clenches around him again.
White hot pleasure spikes through him as he digs into Gerard, a long moan leaving his lips as cum pulses out of his dick. Ray can feel it pushing forward, filling Gerard up, and some part of him knows that if Gerard really did have a pussy, he would probably get so fucking pregnant right now. With that idea in mind, Ray whines, leaning forward and resting his head on Gerards chest, panting and trying to process everything. The air is warm, and the smell of sweat is almost all he can smell as he moves to bury his face in Gerards neck. There is probably the smell of sex and other shit in the air, but Ray is focused on how good Gerard smells, even if it logically is like shit, he fucking loves Gerard.
"I love you." Ray murmurs into his neck, beginning to pull away after a few minutes.
"Love you." Gerard murmurs back, clearly still panting.
"I'm gonna start a shower, alright?" Ray says, starting to very slowly pull out.
He does and he watches the cum half-dribble out of Gerards hole, fluttering and unintentionally pushing more out. Absentmindedly, he reaches up and pushes it back in even though he knows he's about to go help Gerard clean it out in the shower so it wouldn’t get everywhere. Then, Ray gets a better idea and adjusts Gerards skirt so that it would spill out onto it rather than the sheets.
"You really like that skirt." Gerard murmurs.
"Not my fault you look so fucking hot in it." Ray says back, watching a new stain begin to form on the fabric, as his cum drips out of Gerard.
Gerard hums, "You said shower?"
"Gee, honey, you have to take a shower." Ray chides, getting up and starting to walk towards the bathroom.
"I'm not opposing, I just, I want to know if you'll be in there or not." Gerards voice is soft like he really had thought that Ray might leave him to fend for himself in the shower.
Ray stops at the bathroom door, turning and looking at Gerard, "Of course, I'm just getting the hot water on, sweetheart."
He watches as Gerard relaxes, and says, "Good."
Ray goes back into the bathroom, and turns on the shower, putting on the hot water and praying that red did actually mean hot water here before going back out into the bedroom. Gerard laughs as Ray scoops him off the bed because the man can probably barely walk, and takes him into the bathroom. He makes Gerard shut the door before setting him down standing up, watching as his legs shake and nearly buckle but he supports himself by holding onto Ray. The water was plenty warm by now and so they should get in but Gerard is frowning.
"I forgot I'd have to take it off." Gerard admits when Ray looks at him.
"Well..." Ray trails off. "I'd love to say that you can just put it back on after and sleep in it but I think this thing is pretty thoroughly messed up, baby."
Ray paws at the fabric as Gerard snorts and asks, "And, whose fault is that?"
"Mine." Ray answers, knowing it was. He is the one who wanted to keep the skirt on while they were fucking. "Y'know, if you... wanted a skirt, we could just... get one."
Gerards eyes look away from his and he says, "Let's get in the shower."
"No, Gee-"
"Ray." Gerards voice sounds almost taut, like Ray is encroaching on something that he doesn't understand, and is somehow one of the only things he doesn't know about his boyfriend, even if before they were dating they were best friends for almost five years.
"Okay." Ray agrees because he does want to take care of Gerard for a bit. Maybe he has a few issues with how much he wants to take care of him but it's not like Gerard doesn't love the attention.
Gerard lets him take off the skirt, even though he looks mournfully at it laying on the ground, and lets him get them both into the shower. Gerard almost immediately stands under the warm water, as if seeking it out, while Ray grabs a wash cloth from the counter and starts running it over places that the water isn't hitting. After that, it becomes almost second nature, use the hotel soap to clean Gerards body and then his own. Get the shampoo and wash Gerards hair even though he complains and keeps trying to lay back against his chest. Ray does let him lean back against his chest for a while after he rinses the shampoo out because Gerard should still put conditioner in and Ray knew that he could wait for a moment. He'd already shampooed his hair and that was the difficult part.
"Was that nice?" He asks, Gerards back pressed into his chest, and his head leaning on his shoulder into the crook of Ray's neck.
"Mhm." Gerard hums in response. "Yeah, I really liked that. Were you... fine with that?"
"Sweetheart, if I wasn't fine with it, I wouldn't have kept going. I just wanted to make sure you were enjoying it." Ray murmurs, turning his head to press a kiss to Gerards cheek, feeling the water wash over his face.
"Oh, I very much was, don't worry." Gerard snorts.
Ray stays silent for a moment before saying, "I do have a question."
Gerard hums, not moving his head up to look at him but giving him the go ahead to ask the question.
"Has that... been something you were into?" Rays voice feels quiet even though he knows it probably isn't.
Gerard is quiet for a few moments, the only sound the water hitting the side of the shower and around them, before he says, "Just... I don't know. I've thought about it a few times, but I don’t- that's not just something you can casually bring up. Like, hey, dude who I am in a very gay relationship with, call me a girl when we're fucking or fuck, uhm, before we got together and I was still dating my ex-girlfriend, I never fucking brought it up as something I wanted to try 'cause she's straight, she's sure as fuck not gonna want to pretend she's- she's gay."
Gerards voice trails off, almost quiet and small, and Ray tightens his hold on Gerard's midsection, squeezing him into a hug.
"Gerard, I love you. If you want me to call you a girl and, well, y'know call you feminine stuff when we're having sex that wouldn't even come close to some of the other stuff you've asked me to do." Ray says, hearing a small snort out of Gerard.
"I guess that's true, I just- I don't know." Gerard sighs. "Nothing outside of sex, alright?"
"Okay, I can do that." Ray agrees.
"Good." Gerard murmurs, pressing his head further into his neck as if trying to become one with Ray. A few moments pass and Gerard is speaking again, "Thank you."
"For what?" He asks, glancing down at the face curled into his chest.
"I don't know... not being weird about it?" Gerard says, almost hesitantly.
"Gee, sweetheart, I think that is the least kinky thing about you." Ray says, trying to get that through Gerards skull.
If Gerard smiles, he can't see it but he does sigh and lean back, causing Ray to very nearly stumble back so he decides that its time for Gerard to get conditioner in his hair against his will. If Gerard isn't going to take care of himself, Ray very much will.
Much to his expectations, Gerard does start to complain, but Ray had already shampooed his hair, so Gerard had to get conditioner put in his hair. Gerard did enjoy Ray's hands on his scalp, which was probably the only way that the other man let him actually wash his hair, making it look dark brown instead of black. Ray washes the suds out Gerards hair and lets them both bask in the warm water for a moment before turning the water off, handing a towel to Gerard and grabbing his own. Ray leaves the bathroom first, hand tangled in Gerards as they go back into the main room. Gerard lets go, sitting on the side of the bed with his towel underneath him.
"We should throw that skirt out." Gerard murmurs.
"Do you want to?" Ray asks, looking through their clothes for something remotely clean. The plan is to wash their clothes tomorrow, because they finally have the time to and honestly, Ray could very easily toss it in with his clothes and just not tell anyone.
"We should throw it out." Gerard repeats, and Ray has a feeling that it's something that Gerard hasn't told him about.
He doesn't press, grabbing a pair of underwear and a shirt for Gerard, and a pair of underwear for himself. He gives the underwear to Gerard and puts the shirt on the bed next to him, while he pulls on his own underwear. Ray doesn't care enough to sleep with a shirt and so when Gerard gets his clothes on, he pulls back the covers and drags him under.
The man curls his arms around him as Ray adjusts the pillows so that they can lay down more comfortably. Gerard briefly lets go of him to turn off the lamp that they'd left on. Ray adjusts himself so that he's laying fully flat on his back, and when Gerard lays down again, he wraps his hand around his waist, holding him as he lays his head down on Ray's chest. The other mans skin is warm beneath his shirt, and Ray really does know right then that he's never been more in love. God, he loves Spain.