Nate/Ray
For l_s_d_me after she wrote me THIS.
Not named, not betad, just Ray/Nate public lovin' for her!
Nate is pretty sure it is a miracle he is not failing any classes. Having a boyfriend like Ray is great and wonderful and entertaining, until it’s time for Nate to actually do some work.
On days like today when he has a later class he would normally go to the campus library and burry his nose in a text book to study for the upcoming discussion of that day, but, by some luck Ray wasn’t working at the FYE down the street and had decided that he needed to accompany Nate wherever he went. It was kind of cute, in a sick, retarded puppy way.
Their time at the library had lasted maybe thirty minutes before the combination of Ray’s music, obnoxiously loud even through his headphones and his feet propped deliberately on every nice looking table or chair had received them enough dirty looks that Nate new it was probably best that they leave before they were forced to.
The next best place he could go to work was the Starbucks right off campus. Nate had ordered a Grande Americano and spread his books across a table in the back, quiet couched area around the corner from the rest of the Cafe. When Ray flops down in the chair next to him Nate glances up. Ray has two blueberry scones in his lap, another one mostly finished (about half of the actual pastry was crumbled on his sweatshirt) and a Venti hot chocolate with extra whipped cream piled so high the barista had left the lid off. Nate shakes his head, smiling and pulls out his glasses case from his book bag.
“I’ve only got to finish two more chapters Ray, and then we can go.” He says wiping off the lenses.
“Ooh Goody.” Ray takes a gulp of his hot chocolate, getting whip cream stuck to his upper lip. “Oh motherfuck that’s hot!” He yelps and wipes his sleeve over his mouth and scowled at his cup, taking another big bite of scone. “Since when do you wear glasses?” Voice muffled he squints at Nate.
“They’re just for reading.” Nate replies and situates them on his nose.
Ray quirks an eyebrow and takes another more careful, but equally messy drink. “Makes you look like some kinky fucking professor.” An older lady walking by their table shoots him a scowl at his language, which of course only encourages him. “Like the type from all that gay porn you make me watch.” He says, purposefully loud. She scoffs and continues out of the shop.
It’s obvious that Ray is leering now, eyes jumping from the glasses Nate is wearing to the rest of him, all while still managing to keep shoving his face with food. After a big gulp he grins. “But Mr. Fick, I really need that A. I would do anything for it.” His voice is a fake falsetto and has Nate laughing quietly as Ray attempts to portray some sort of horribly acted porn scene.
The chair Ray is in makes a horribly loud noise as he scoots it closer to Nate. Ignoring him is getting hard but Nate is really trying to finish up his work. Ray though, apparently doesn’t give a shit that he has to have all of this section done in the next forty minutes before his class starts because all of the sudden there is a hand on Nate’s thigh and Ray is wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Ray…” Nate warns, eyebrows lifting up into a commanding expression.
“What’s that Sir? I need to do some extra credit before you can give me a passing grade?” His hand slides up higher, and Nate really does mean to say something but then Ray kisses him, all dirty and with that certain way only he can, amount of tongue just on the right side of too much and sharp nicks of teeth throughout. With Ray tasting like cocoa and blueberries his resolve crumbles. When he finally pulls away Nate moans and tries to follow his mouth unconsciously.
Ray’s lips are smirking and red and still have remnants of whip cream in the corners when his fingers reach Nate’s crotch and trace the outline of his hardening cock through the material. Nate lets himself enjoy Ray stroking him through his Dickies until a short, quiet looking barista comes around the corner and stops immediately, blushes and then runs right back to the front of the cafe. He realizes this is not the time or the place to be letting Person corrupt him further and possibly get him banned from his favorite coffee place. But fuck time, they just need to move the location.
Stilling the hand in his lap Nate links their fingers together and pulls him into the nearest bathroom. There are three stalls, all empty, Nate checked and no way to lock the main door. Ray just shoves him heartily against it, using their combined weight to keep it shut if someone were to come in. His mouth is attacked even more furiously than before, Ray up on his tip toes to reach Nate’s mouth and hands pinned to the door; despite the size difference it’s obvious that Ray is leading the kiss.
Pulling away Person slides down to his knees and flashes him a manic grin before popping the buttons of his pants quickly and getting Nate’s pants and briefs down his thighs. His cock is painfully hard, red and twitching with the proximity of a hot mouth. Ray blows a stream of air across the head and licks at the bead of come that builds on the tip. When he licks up the shaft Nate’s head lulls back against the door, eyes barely open and staring down at where Ray is now taking his dick into his mouth.
If his mouth was not currently full Ray would have many dirty, wonderful things to say, and although Nate definitely loves the filthy soundtrack they usually have when they fuck he’s too blessed out currently to miss it. His hands have moved from submissively setting against the wall to hold Ray’s head as he begins to thrust into it. Ray, apparently approves of this new action because he’s moaning like he knows exactly how close Nate is, and he probably does.
When Nate finally comes, it’s hard and leaves him shuddering against the cold door as Ray licks him clean. After opening his eyes he hauls Ray up buy the arms and kisses him quickly, catching his breath against his lips. Rutting against his hip Ray moans and invades his mouth again. The fingers wrapped around Nate’s wrists held up by his head tighten as he comes in his jeans.
He’s leaning heavily on Nate, trading slow breathless kisses until someone pushes against the door, jostling the boys and breaking their post coital moment. They both jump back; Nate pulling up and buttoning his pants looking flushed and disheveled. Ray’s got a wet spot on the outside of his jeans, the consequences for not wearing underwear under his skinnys. Wiping the back of his hand over his mouth Ray smiles smugly at Nate and they both laugh.
The person on the other side of the door pushes it open and stares awkwardly shocked at finding the two of them in there, only then does Nate realize they’ve been in the woman’s restroom the whole time. There is no chance the lady standing there doesn’t know what they’ve been doing either, they are both sweating and red lipped and the room has the lingering smell of sex. Nate blushes, more than what he had already been sporting as he and Ray shuffle past her; him embarrassed and Ray beaming with pride. Picking up his books Nate waits for Ray to shove down the last of his forgotten scones and cocoa. Shaking his head and smiling Nate leaves the Starbucks with an already chattering Ray going on about how he was going to epically retell the story to everyone they knew.
Not named, not betad, just Ray/Nate public lovin' for her!
Nate is pretty sure it is a miracle he is not failing any classes. Having a boyfriend like Ray is great and wonderful and entertaining, until it’s time for Nate to actually do some work.
On days like today when he has a later class he would normally go to the campus library and burry his nose in a text book to study for the upcoming discussion of that day, but, by some luck Ray wasn’t working at the FYE down the street and had decided that he needed to accompany Nate wherever he went. It was kind of cute, in a sick, retarded puppy way.
Their time at the library had lasted maybe thirty minutes before the combination of Ray’s music, obnoxiously loud even through his headphones and his feet propped deliberately on every nice looking table or chair had received them enough dirty looks that Nate new it was probably best that they leave before they were forced to.
The next best place he could go to work was the Starbucks right off campus. Nate had ordered a Grande Americano and spread his books across a table in the back, quiet couched area around the corner from the rest of the Cafe. When Ray flops down in the chair next to him Nate glances up. Ray has two blueberry scones in his lap, another one mostly finished (about half of the actual pastry was crumbled on his sweatshirt) and a Venti hot chocolate with extra whipped cream piled so high the barista had left the lid off. Nate shakes his head, smiling and pulls out his glasses case from his book bag.
“I’ve only got to finish two more chapters Ray, and then we can go.” He says wiping off the lenses.
“Ooh Goody.” Ray takes a gulp of his hot chocolate, getting whip cream stuck to his upper lip. “Oh motherfuck that’s hot!” He yelps and wipes his sleeve over his mouth and scowled at his cup, taking another big bite of scone. “Since when do you wear glasses?” Voice muffled he squints at Nate.
“They’re just for reading.” Nate replies and situates them on his nose.
Ray quirks an eyebrow and takes another more careful, but equally messy drink. “Makes you look like some kinky fucking professor.” An older lady walking by their table shoots him a scowl at his language, which of course only encourages him. “Like the type from all that gay porn you make me watch.” He says, purposefully loud. She scoffs and continues out of the shop.
It’s obvious that Ray is leering now, eyes jumping from the glasses Nate is wearing to the rest of him, all while still managing to keep shoving his face with food. After a big gulp he grins. “But Mr. Fick, I really need that A. I would do anything for it.” His voice is a fake falsetto and has Nate laughing quietly as Ray attempts to portray some sort of horribly acted porn scene.
The chair Ray is in makes a horribly loud noise as he scoots it closer to Nate. Ignoring him is getting hard but Nate is really trying to finish up his work. Ray though, apparently doesn’t give a shit that he has to have all of this section done in the next forty minutes before his class starts because all of the sudden there is a hand on Nate’s thigh and Ray is wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
“Ray…” Nate warns, eyebrows lifting up into a commanding expression.
“What’s that Sir? I need to do some extra credit before you can give me a passing grade?” His hand slides up higher, and Nate really does mean to say something but then Ray kisses him, all dirty and with that certain way only he can, amount of tongue just on the right side of too much and sharp nicks of teeth throughout. With Ray tasting like cocoa and blueberries his resolve crumbles. When he finally pulls away Nate moans and tries to follow his mouth unconsciously.
Ray’s lips are smirking and red and still have remnants of whip cream in the corners when his fingers reach Nate’s crotch and trace the outline of his hardening cock through the material. Nate lets himself enjoy Ray stroking him through his Dickies until a short, quiet looking barista comes around the corner and stops immediately, blushes and then runs right back to the front of the cafe. He realizes this is not the time or the place to be letting Person corrupt him further and possibly get him banned from his favorite coffee place. But fuck time, they just need to move the location.
Stilling the hand in his lap Nate links their fingers together and pulls him into the nearest bathroom. There are three stalls, all empty, Nate checked and no way to lock the main door. Ray just shoves him heartily against it, using their combined weight to keep it shut if someone were to come in. His mouth is attacked even more furiously than before, Ray up on his tip toes to reach Nate’s mouth and hands pinned to the door; despite the size difference it’s obvious that Ray is leading the kiss.
Pulling away Person slides down to his knees and flashes him a manic grin before popping the buttons of his pants quickly and getting Nate’s pants and briefs down his thighs. His cock is painfully hard, red and twitching with the proximity of a hot mouth. Ray blows a stream of air across the head and licks at the bead of come that builds on the tip. When he licks up the shaft Nate’s head lulls back against the door, eyes barely open and staring down at where Ray is now taking his dick into his mouth.
If his mouth was not currently full Ray would have many dirty, wonderful things to say, and although Nate definitely loves the filthy soundtrack they usually have when they fuck he’s too blessed out currently to miss it. His hands have moved from submissively setting against the wall to hold Ray’s head as he begins to thrust into it. Ray, apparently approves of this new action because he’s moaning like he knows exactly how close Nate is, and he probably does.
When Nate finally comes, it’s hard and leaves him shuddering against the cold door as Ray licks him clean. After opening his eyes he hauls Ray up buy the arms and kisses him quickly, catching his breath against his lips. Rutting against his hip Ray moans and invades his mouth again. The fingers wrapped around Nate’s wrists held up by his head tighten as he comes in his jeans.
He’s leaning heavily on Nate, trading slow breathless kisses until someone pushes against the door, jostling the boys and breaking their post coital moment. They both jump back; Nate pulling up and buttoning his pants looking flushed and disheveled. Ray’s got a wet spot on the outside of his jeans, the consequences for not wearing underwear under his skinnys. Wiping the back of his hand over his mouth Ray smiles smugly at Nate and they both laugh.
The person on the other side of the door pushes it open and stares awkwardly shocked at finding the two of them in there, only then does Nate realize they’ve been in the woman’s restroom the whole time. There is no chance the lady standing there doesn’t know what they’ve been doing either, they are both sweating and red lipped and the room has the lingering smell of sex. Nate blushes, more than what he had already been sporting as he and Ray shuffle past her; him embarrassed and Ray beaming with pride. Picking up his books Nate waits for Ray to shove down the last of his forgotten scones and cocoa. Shaking his head and smiling Nate leaves the Starbucks with an already chattering Ray going on about how he was going to epically retell the story to everyone they knew.