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Pete kisses him deep, full on the mouth, pulling back with a smack. Ray chases after him, c’mon, where are you going, get back here. He noses forward, feeling just a brush of plush lips against his, then Pete leaning away further.
“Pete,” he groans.
Pete hums, eyes crinkling in the corners, and gives Ray a quick, dry peck. Ray opens his mouth to it, but Pete just tips his chin up and away, warm huff of laughter ghosting over Ray's tongue. Ray whines in dramatic exasperation.
Pete just grins, white teeth glinting in the dim room. “Come on now, Garraty. You gon’ fuck me or what?”
Ray feels his jaw drop. Pete snorts. “Fuck- whuh?”
“Me, fuck me,” Pete whispers, leaning in. “You’ll do it, huh?”
“Oh,” Ray nods stupidly, “Uh, sure, of course, man-“
“Lay back.” Pete presses his palm to Ray’s chest, gently pushing him onto the mattress. Ray flops unceremoniously onto his back.
To speed things up, they’ve started only sleeping in their boxers. Ray’s beholden to that as he watches, dumbfounded, Pete slowly straddle him, muscles stretching and flexing under smooth, warm skin, Jesus Christ.
Ray moans, bucking up, hands reaching up to slap down on the thighs around his hips. “Oh, Pete, you’re so fuckin’ hot. Fuck, literally gonna come already.”
Pete rolls his eyes, shakes his head, but Ray sees him hide a small, shy smile. “You ain’t so bad yourself, Ray.”
Ray kneads his quads, thumbs pressing the defined edges. He knocks his hips up, helpless to it. Pete grinds his ass against the straining tent in Ray’s shorts, twice, three times, a sinuous motion, throwing his head back with a sigh as he does. Ray could sob. He thinks he does.
Pete bites his bottom lip, looks down at Ray's expression as he grinds. Ray doesn’t even know where to look. His dark eyes, his fucking abs, His biceps, the wet spot blooming on his crotch. Ray palms at it, just to hear the noise he makes.
“Oh, my boy,” Pete groans. “You wanna fuck me, huh?”
Oh my god. “Yeah, Pete, I do, oh shit, I do,” Ray whines, fumbling Pete’s dick out of his boxer shorts. Pete hisses when his wet tip hits the cold air. Ray twists his hand, short pumps near the head. A moan rips out above him, loud in the quiet night.
“Say it,” Pete huffs out. “Say it.”
“I wanna fuck you, please, want you so bad Pete,” Ray babbles, because he does, hand speeding up, because the faster he twists it the harder Pete writhes in his lap and oh, oh fuck, he’s gonna come, he warned him- “Fuck, yeah, Pete-“
Pete grabs Ray's wrist in a vice grip, ripping his hand off of him. “Shit, Ray!” he gasps. “Gonna go off before it even starts.” Ray shudders empathetically.
After a beat, Ray licks his dry lips, “So, uh, should I, like…”
Pete smiles patiently. “You don’t gotta do a thing, sweetheart, but what you do best,” he winks, “You just sit there and look pretty.” He reaches behind him, squirms, prods, grits his teeth, and Ray watches in rising concern.
“Dude, what-“
Pete gasps, huffs, arm behind him tight with tension. “Ray,” he groans, head tipping forward. Ray desperately searches his eyes. Pete jerks his head over to the bottle of lube on the bedside table. “Fu-uck. Get wet for me, baby.” Ray reaches for it, the bottle falls over, he scrabbles at the table, pops the cap open, and generously drizzles the viscous substance directly onto his dick, can’t be fucked to warm it up with his hands first. He hisses through his teeth.
Pete finally extricates his arm from behind himself. in the dark, Ray can barely see something glint in his hand, roughly the size of his palm, tapered, before Pete tosses it somewhere behind him. There's a clatter as it hits the floor and rolls.
“W-w-was that a buttplug-“ Pete pumps Ray’s cock with his now free right hand in quick, cold, cold strokes, clinically, like a surgeon disinfecting skin, and Ray tries not to squeal as he screws his eyes shut. he listens to the wet squelch of himself in Pete’s warm grip, then the sudden silence. Ray opens his eyes, sees Pete pulling his boxers down and off, and watches Pete swing his leg over his body to straddle him. Ray grabs his sides to help support, balance him, because what else can he do, he feels like he’s on a ship adrift, storm raging around him, too fast, everything happening at once-
Ray's hands twitch on Pete’s waist as he sinks down smoothly onto his dick, a long, content groan leaking out of Pete’s drooling mouth, like he’s been waiting for this all day. Maybe he has. Ray resists the urge to curl into himself, it feels so damn good, tight, hot, electric,
“Oh, fuck!”
Pete’s thighs tremble where they’re splayed around Ray as he bottoms out. He winds his hips up, down, up. Ray's hands reach back to grab at his ass, to help him move to the rhythm of the time signature he’s ticking along. 4/4, maybe? His hands come down a little too hard though, an obscene slap, but Pete growls his approval, reaching back to grab at Ray's wrists with one hand behind him, Ray just squeezes helplessly, beatific, as he helps him move.
“Yeah, yeah baby, just like that.”
“A-ah…”
Pete looks down at him, panting. “Feels good?”
Mm-hmm, Ray nods, uh-huh.
“Can feel my boy inside me. Right here,” Pete grabs Ray's hand from where it’s gripping the muscle of his ass to in front of him, Ray, one track mind, thinks to jack him off, but Pete just gingerly spreads Ray’s fingers, touches the pads of them to his lower stomach, right under his navel. “Right here, Ray, feel you in here.”
Ray makes some garbled sound, free hand sliding down to Pete’s hip. Pushes in deeper. Makes an earnest effort. Pete hums.
Pete bounces along for a bit longer, eyebrows screwed together in concentration, mouth hanging open, panting, beautiful, before Ray gently tips them forward, crawling over on top of Pete, who spreads his trembling legs to make room for Ray’s body.
He slipped out somewhere in the chaos, so Ray lines himself up, feeling the catch of the ring of muscle. rubs the tip against it, feels it flutter, twitch. feels Pete knock his heel gently into Ray’s side. “Yeah, baby, come on.”
“Mm, you want it?” Ray sneers.
“Oh, God-”
“Want me to fuck you?”
Pete groans. “You gonna make me fuckin’ beg, Garraty?”
“Yeah,” Ray pushes in slightly, just the tip. “Ah, oh, yeah, beg for it.”
“Yeah?” Pete scoffs, “C’mon, get in me, fill me up, big boy.”
And who can say no to that? He pushes home with a whine, snapping his hips forward in a wet, smooth thrust. Pete hums. “Yeah, just like that. Yeah. Hmm.”
Ray hooks a hand behind a sweaty knee, pushing Pete’s knee up to his chest. Pete’s breath hitches at the stretch.
“You’re so… flexible,” Ray says stupidly. Pete just grunts in response. “That’s hot. Fuck, you’re so fuckin’…” he starts moving faster, harder, with more purpose, distracting himself from his rapid approaching climax by experimenting with minute angle shifts until Pete starts to cry out, shrill like he’s in pain, like it’s too much.
“Fuck, Ray! Ray. There, right, right there,” he huffs out. “Fuck- me. Fuck.”
“Here?” Ray thrusts once, twice, and Pete’s keening, fisting the sheets, head twisting to the side, like he’s trying to hide his face in the pillow. It’s so cute, Ray wants to cry. “Here, Pete? This good?”
“S’good,” he sobs. “Yeah, yeah, good, keep goin’.” Whining, whining. “Oh shit, baby, baby. Don’t stop.”
“You like it?” Ray whimpers. He tunnels his fist around Pete’s cock where its steadily leaking between them, setting a frantic pace as soon as he makes contact, because it’s so good and it’s too good and he refuses to come first after all of this. Pete moans, gasps, jackknifes, all of the above, tensing around Ray, and Ray has to push his thigh flush against his core to keep Pete flat on the bed, “Oh, shit-”
“Baby, ‘m comin’, gonna come,” Pete warns him through clenched teeth, “Please- gonna-“ and he does, spectacularly, gloriously, beautifully.
Ray strokes him through it, falters, shudders, gasps-
“Ray, Ray, baby, come in me, I want it, fuckin’ knock me up,” Pete groans out like it takes a herculean effort to, free leg locking around his waist, hand gripping Ray’s hip, pulling him into him, and all Ray can do is what he’s told for what feels like forever, with what he’ll deny later to be a shriek, pulsing and gasping.
When he regains consciousness, he’s kneeling above, looking down at Pete, loosely gripping his left ankle where it lays by his right foot.
Ray pulls his hips back, gently slipping himself out. Pete sucks in a shaky breath as he rolls over onto his front, burying his face in a pillow with a sigh, corded shoulders flexing, uncomfortable tension straining his thighs and arching his lower back in the air.
Ray grips his ass and gently pulls him open to watch a thick white drop of come leak out of him. My come, he hums to himself. He wishes he had a camera.
“Oh, fuck,” Pete moans, arching his ass up a bit further as more seeps out. It’s something out a porno - Ray slaps him again, underhand, and Pete laughs into the bed. He twists around and assumes his earlier position on his back.
Pete’s strong arm is thrown over his eyes. “Merry Christmas, Ray,” he sighs. “You know how much time I spent doing prep for your ass? Fuck you, you wouldn’t know. Fuckin’ closet case.”
Ray laughs. “This was your Christmas gift? Shit, I got you the same thing.”
“That ain’t a gift,” Pete grumbles, “You would just lay there, ‘oh, Pete, fuck me harder…’”
“You’re not mad ‘cause I came in you, right?” Ray pokes. Pete shudders, but just hums noncommittally, throwing his other arm over the rest of his face. “I knew you wouldn’t like it. I’ll clean you up, baby, get all up in there,” he drawls.
“Least you could do,” words muffled by his bicep.
“Oh, Pete,” Ray sighs. “ You’re sayin’ I’d just go limp and take it while you gave me quite the show, right?”
Pete’s arm slips from his eyes to look up at Ray. “Didn’t I?”
Rays heart swells, and he flops onto Pete, who makes a noise like he got the wind knocked out of him. His arms come around to hug Ray’s shoulders, though, blunt nails scraping designs onto his upper back.
“I love you, Pete,” Ray sighs.
“I love you too,” Ray just barely makes out from under the meat of his chest, hears Pete’s smile tug at his words.
Ray scoots down to bury his face in the slope of his neck and shoulder. “You really did. Whole performance just for me. Was so good,” he breathes into his skin, grinds into the crease where thigh meets hip. “So good. So perfect. Wanna make you feel good. Wanna go again?”