Live Show (Prompt 11, Ray/Ray)
Live Show
Ray/Ray, NC-17, 596 words
"Are you serious? You cannot be fucking serious, because you are sounding like a crazy person right now," Ray said, pulling the sheets up around his neck and glaring back at Vecchio, who was looking down at him with earnest eyes. Christ, he reminded Ray of Fraser when he got that look in his eye, and that was not what Ray needed in their bedroom at that precise moment. Ray was about to get laid, and then Vecchio decided they needed to talk.
"It's not crazy. Come on - don't you think it sounds hot?"
"No," Ray said emphatically, because he really didn't. Sure, the idea of watching Vecchio fuck him was kind of great, but in practice? Actually doing it? Uh uh. No fucking way. "Listen, I've done it before, and let me tell you," Ray poked his finger, hard, into Vecchio's bare chest, to make his point, "having Stella's parents come over for brunch and her dad hitting the wrong button on the remote cured me of that for the rest of my life."
Vecchio laughed, because he'd met Stella's parents, and Ray was sure he could picture Ray fumbling at the VCR and stammering, and Stella coming in from the kitchen to herd her sputtering and mortified parents and shoot a killer glare at Ray. "Yeah, but wasn't it good?"
"No, Vecchio, it wasn't. Shit like that always ends up coming back to bite you in the ass, and the real thing is better." Ray grabbed Vecchio's hand and pressed it against his rapidly hardening dick, watching Vecchio's pupils dilate, his breath come faster. Ray figured it would be a fitting distraction, because Ray would rather just fuck Vecchio than worry about recording it for posterity any day.
Vecchio tugged the sheets aside roughly, to get at Ray's dick. Ray grinned smugly, because Vecchio seemed to have forgotten all about his little plan. It was funny, because him and Vecchio were doing this whole domestic thing now. Vecchio was his fucking boyfriend, and this was good and real and all of that, and they never had any trouble in the bedroom. In fact, it was the one place that they never had any trouble at all, not one bit. It was fucking weird that Vecchio suddenly wanted to get all kinky and record them having sex. Ray had been around that block, and he was done.
Then, it hit him, like a fucking brick to the head, like everything did, as Vecchio hummed and stroked him, too slow to get anywhere. Vecchio hadn't been around the block with anyone but Ray. He hadn't been married either time long enough to get to the point where you start needing to spice things up. He'd never had anyone to do these things with but Ray.
"I'll do it," Ray said breathlessly, as Vecchio climbed up the bed, his grip tightening, Ray's vision going blurry. "If you want, I will."
"Kowalski," Vecchio growled, pushing hard and insistent against Ray's thigh. "I don't -"
Ray smiled, and this was so good. Vecchio was so good like this, and if Vecchio wanted to make a video tape of them fucking, Ray would set up the tripod, if that made him happy. But he also had some other ideas, ideas of his own. "But you know," he said, shimmying until - god, thank fucking god - he slid his dick against the smooth, soft skin of Vecchio's, "I'll give you the live show for free."
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Ray/Ray, NC-17, 596 words
"Are you serious? You cannot be fucking serious, because you are sounding like a crazy person right now," Ray said, pulling the sheets up around his neck and glaring back at Vecchio, who was looking down at him with earnest eyes. Christ, he reminded Ray of Fraser when he got that look in his eye, and that was not what Ray needed in their bedroom at that precise moment. Ray was about to get laid, and then Vecchio decided they needed to talk.
"It's not crazy. Come on - don't you think it sounds hot?"
"No," Ray said emphatically, because he really didn't. Sure, the idea of watching Vecchio fuck him was kind of great, but in practice? Actually doing it? Uh uh. No fucking way. "Listen, I've done it before, and let me tell you," Ray poked his finger, hard, into Vecchio's bare chest, to make his point, "having Stella's parents come over for brunch and her dad hitting the wrong button on the remote cured me of that for the rest of my life."
Vecchio laughed, because he'd met Stella's parents, and Ray was sure he could picture Ray fumbling at the VCR and stammering, and Stella coming in from the kitchen to herd her sputtering and mortified parents and shoot a killer glare at Ray. "Yeah, but wasn't it good?"
"No, Vecchio, it wasn't. Shit like that always ends up coming back to bite you in the ass, and the real thing is better." Ray grabbed Vecchio's hand and pressed it against his rapidly hardening dick, watching Vecchio's pupils dilate, his breath come faster. Ray figured it would be a fitting distraction, because Ray would rather just fuck Vecchio than worry about recording it for posterity any day.
Vecchio tugged the sheets aside roughly, to get at Ray's dick. Ray grinned smugly, because Vecchio seemed to have forgotten all about his little plan. It was funny, because him and Vecchio were doing this whole domestic thing now. Vecchio was his fucking boyfriend, and this was good and real and all of that, and they never had any trouble in the bedroom. In fact, it was the one place that they never had any trouble at all, not one bit. It was fucking weird that Vecchio suddenly wanted to get all kinky and record them having sex. Ray had been around that block, and he was done.
Then, it hit him, like a fucking brick to the head, like everything did, as Vecchio hummed and stroked him, too slow to get anywhere. Vecchio hadn't been around the block with anyone but Ray. He hadn't been married either time long enough to get to the point where you start needing to spice things up. He'd never had anyone to do these things with but Ray.
"I'll do it," Ray said breathlessly, as Vecchio climbed up the bed, his grip tightening, Ray's vision going blurry. "If you want, I will."
"Kowalski," Vecchio growled, pushing hard and insistent against Ray's thigh. "I don't -"
Ray smiled, and this was so good. Vecchio was so good like this, and if Vecchio wanted to make a video tape of them fucking, Ray would set up the tripod, if that made him happy. But he also had some other ideas, ideas of his own. "But you know," he said, shimmying until - god, thank fucking god - he slid his dick against the smooth, soft skin of Vecchio's, "I'll give you the live show for free."
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