SEX RASH! Sky and EL have the best AIM conversations at work EVER. (Ray/Bob) (NC-17)
So. Today, schuyler posted a thought:
While I accept the common belief that Frank Iero has gone into heat, I don't want people to forget that it may be some sort of extremely contagious sex rash. Like poison sumac. But sexy.
And then, we went insane:
eleanor_lavish: SEX RAAASH
schuyler: more powerful than the herp
me: DUDE
me: that is such a fabulous mental image
me: also, i bet Ray has it now. cause of the fact that he can't hide from frank onstage
Sky: Bob has learned to live with the disease
me: and when gerard was all "SHIRTS OFF!!" the other night and ray whipped his off faster than you can blink, Bob was behind his kit thinking "...well, GREAT."
me: ok, so, this is going to consume my brain now, thank you
Sky: k
me: because Ray is a GOOD GUY and he doesn't want bob to get this, you know? but he's all HOT FOR BOB most of the time now, and so he starts avoiding Bob like a plague, because its that or lick his neck, and Ray's pretty sure Bob wouldn't like that, whether the rash is communicable that way or no
Sky: He doesn't know that Bob has the rash!
Sky: But Bob is being super stoic about it
me: They both spend way to much time in the shower, trying to work out the tension.
me: Also, ray possibly starts hooking up with frank and gerard, just a little, just a handjob here and there, becuase they are doing it ANYWAY, and they already HAVE it, and he's totally embarrassed
Sky: Bob didn't say anything because it was a weird frank thing, and then a frank and gerard thing
Sky: and now he doesn't want to say, "Hey, I've had it all along!"
Sky: So he spends a lot of time by himself
me: he starts working out more, to try and tire himself out so he won't get a hard-on the second he SMELLS sex on the bus. And the bus kind of constantly smells like sex now.
me: it doesn't really work
me: he's just horny and exhausted
Sky: It's really, really painful. Physically painful and emotionally draining. Sometimes he lies in his bunk and feels like he's going to cry if someone doesn't touch him.
me: And it doesn't help that Frank and Gerard have each other in this-- they at least get sleep. And Ray won't even be in the same room with him, and really. If anyone could fuck Bob as hard as he really, really wants to be fucked right now, its Ray Toro. But its not like Bob can ASK for that. So he suffers silently, like always.
Sky: But it gets sort of inevitable. They're on the bus and Ray has to find Bob because he has no idea what happened to his tuner. He sticks his head in Bob's bunk and Bob's got his knees pulled up to his chest, frowning, but the rash is spreading, peeking out of his sleeves.
me: And Ray's question dies on his lips because... holy shit. Ray knows what that is, its already red, inflammed, like Bob's been rubbing at it for a few days at least, and how the hell didn't they know?! "Shut up," Bob grits out before Ray can say anything, and then Ray's just GONE, pushing into Bob's bunk.
Sky: Ray wants to say stuff. He's always the guy who says nice stuff, like "Why didn't you tell me?" and "I could have tried to help," but not now, honestly. He pushes Bob flat, feet on the pillow, and bites at his neck hard, shoving a hand into Bob's shorts.
me: Bob makes a noise that would be mortifying under any other circumstance, but right now he can't fucking care because Ray's hand is on his cock and he thinks thank god before yanking a little too hard on Ray's hair. "Sorry, fuck, I need..." he whines (and its been weeks, actually, Ray can tell by the patches of skin where the rash has already come and gone), and Ray just strokes harder. "I know," he says, and it sounds a lot less comforting and a lot more desperate than he intended.
Sky: The thing is, Ray's been dealing with this too. He knows what works best, what's just not enough. His hand closes tighter and he nudges a finger behind Bob's balls. Bob growls and arches.
me: "Ray," Bob is panting in his ear and Ray shivers a little. This is different from what he's done with Frank and Gerard (which mostly was just saying 'yeah, yeah, okay' when Frank cornered him after shows and said 'let me, come on' with his hands already in Ray's pants). This is BOB, and he smells like sex and sweat and BOB and Ray is dangerously close to coming his pants.
Sky: Fuck it, Ray thinks. They can do this more than once, he knows that. Once just barely takes the edge off for him. He kisses Bob hard, swallowing the whimper, then slides down so he can wrap his mouth around the already slickwet head of Bob's cock.
me: It's a tight fit in the bunk for just one of them, but Ray barely notices the ache in his back when Bob sobs out a curse. He pulls out every trick that's ever worked on him-- all teasing tongue and tight fist. Bob's hips hitch up when Ray's hand drifts lower, fingers pressing into the cleft of his ass. "Fuck, please, please," Bob mumbles, his eyes squeezed shut.
Sky: Ray pauses to suck a finger into his mouth, then pushes it inside, still a little too dry, a little too rough, and just what Bob has needed for a month. He absolutely screams when he comes.
me: Bob is shaking as he comes down, and his grip on Ray's arm is hard enough to bruise, probably. When opens his eyes, Ray is watching him, licking at the drop of come on his bottom lip, and Bob hauls him up forcefully and licks it off. When he palms a hand over the front of Ray's jeans, they're already hot, sticky, but Ray is still hard and shudders when Bob squeezes lightly.
Sky: He pulls the zipper from the track as he gets Ray's jeans open and down. He leans up for another kiss and wraps his hand around Ray's cock, pulling hard.
Sky: Ray cries out against his mouth, surprised. "Fuck me," Bob growls.
me: "Bob," Ray thinks maybe this is just another of the really vivid sex dreams he's been having lately, but in his dreams Bob never hands him a nearby bottle of hand lotion to use as lube. "I'm not above begging, Toro. Please don't make me beg," Bob says, voice strained and serious and Ray moans and tips out a good handful of lotion. "Can you roll over?"
Sky: Bob grits his teeth. He's been sleeping on his back lately because the feeling of his cock against the mattress is too intense for him to be able to focus on anything else. He nods and Ray kisses him one more time, smiling, and Bob has to grin at that. It's still Ray.
me: There's still not enough room for bunk sex, not unless half of you are Frank, but Ray can't care. They're still mostly dressed, pants shoved around their thighs, but Ray can't care about that either. Bob needs this, Bob is not above begging, and Ray will never, ever make Bob beg. When Bob rolls over, his ass pressing back into Ray's groin, he just hopes he can make this last long enough to help. "Ready?" he asks and pushes two slick fingers in when Bob nods.
Sky: Bob means to swear, but he just makes a needy, groaning noise, his hands making fists in the sheets. He's so eager, and it feels like Bob's trying to pull him in further. Ray switches to three and Bob just sucks in a breath and pushes back.
me: Ray's a big guy-- he's used to having to take his time, open someone up for him. But within minutes Bob is basically fucking himself on Ray's hand. "Ray," he growls, like a warning, and Ray slides his fingers out slowly and presses his cock against Bob's entrance, their bodies lined up in the narrow bunk so that Ray can kiss the back of Bob's neck as he slides in slowly.
Sky: "Jesus," Bob says, trembling, and then he reaches up to cup his hand over the back of Ray's neck, holding him close. Ray kisses his skin again and pushes all the way in. Bob's going to faint from relief. It feels perfect, like finally getting someone to scratch a mosquito bite on your back.
me: Ray has thought about this, honestly, a million times, and only half of those since the damn rash broke out. He's glad he already came once, or this would have been over already as Bob tightens around him, cursing. His thighs are trembling from holding back, keeping the pace steady and even, and when Bob grunts out "Ray, come on, don't be a fucking pussy," Ray laughs, relieved, and snaps his hips hard enough to make them both hiss.
Sky: Bob breathes out hard, clearly with an edge of pain under the intense pleasure, but he pushes back, meeting Ray's thrusts. "Harder," he says, voice rough and raw, and Ray pins him against the bed, trapping his cock between his stomach and the soft, damp sheets.
me: Ray nudges Bob's legs a little farther apart and lifts up onto his arms a bit and just closes his eyes and lets go. He almost never does this, just letting his body take over and shutting down the part of his brain that worries 'what if', but it's Bob, and he trusts Bob to stop him if he goes too far. The sounds are obscene, the slick slap of skin on skin, and Bob's panting whimpers and, Ray finally realizes, his own loud breathy whine.
Sky: Bob wants this to not actually ever end. He wants Ray to stay there, after he comes, make him come again. Between the feeling of the cotton under him and Ray pushing his body open further with every stroke and the sounds Ray's making, he won't last.
me: Ray's already really fucking close, and he's really not expecting Bob to come again so soon, so when Bob turns his face into his pillow with a "f-fuck, oh, fuck" and tenses around his cock, Ray has about .07 seconds before he's coming harder than he has in weeks, his vision blurring at the edges as he drops his forehead to Bob's shoulder.
Sky: Bob doesn't care that he's wet and sticky on both sides. "Don't move," he murmurs, and Ray wraps his arm around Bob's. Ray softening slowly inside him is the perfect way to come down, calming like the first cigarette after a 20 hour flight.
me: Ray hasn't felt this relaxed in what seems like forever, and he has to blink his eyes to keep them from drifting shut for too long. Bob's breathing is soft and even and his fingers tighten on Ray's wrist when he moves to pull out. "Don't want to squash you," Ray smiles against his neck and Bob just grunts, annoyed, and lets go. He's still shaky, and his legs ache, and he's really relieved when Bob says "Stay, okay?" He's pretty sure he doesn't ever want to leave this bunk, and he's also pretty sure he couldn't walk anyway.
Sky: "Yeah, of course," he says, falling into the space between Bob and the wall. He really should put his pants back on or ... something involving pants, but Bob is pressed up close, his mouth breathing damp, warm air across Ray's shoulder, and Ray closes his eyes.
me: Bob wakes up sticky and a little clammy and with aches in places he didn't know existed, but its like Christmas morning because the godforsaken itch that's been under his skin for weeks is barely noticeable under the soreness. And Ray is still there, hair a completely disaster and lips parted, sleeping. He sighs happily and presses his nose to Ray's neck. "Hmm?" Ray hums and Bob squeezes his hip.
Sky: "Hi," Ray says, and his voice is rough and sleepy. He automatically slings an arm over Bob's waist. "Sleep okay?" Bob whispers. He can feel the bus rumbling under them, moving again, so everyone must be back.
me: "Like the fucking dead," Ray says, and Bob can hear the giddy grin in his voice. Ray hasn't been sleeping well either, clearly. "You?" "Yeah," Bob exhales Ray tips his head to kiss Bob's jaw. "You should have told me," Ray says quietly, and Bob rolls his eyes. There is the Ray he knows and loves. "I didn't want to bother--" "We could have been doing this for weeks, moron," Ray chuckles and Bob snaps his jaw shut. Huh. That was kind of moronic, then.
Sky: It's still pitch dark outside."We should probably get back to sleep," Ray says, and he turns Bob over. He knows that Bob usually sleeps on that side, and Ray won't complain about getting to spoon.
me: "We should shower," Bob grumbles, but since that isn't an option on a moving bus, he lets Ray tuck up behind him, both of them finally kicking their jeans all the way off and pulling a blanket up. "I've been told the Hyatt Regency has showers," Ray assures him, and presses his palm flat against Bob's stomach. "You gonna help me clean this mess up?" Bob asks, but he can't keep the grin out of his voice. "You bet your ass," Ray answers, and neither of them are talking about the mess in the bunk.
Sky: Ray's beyond relieved when the bus finally stops. He woke up an hour before with Bob pressed back against him, and he's been rocking against Bob's ass ever since. "Hey," Bob says when Ray shakes him. He's not quite awake yet. "Are we here?"
me: "Yeah, come on," Ray whispers. He can already hear Frank and Brian stumbling around in the front lounge, and its only a matter of minutes before Brian comes back and starts yanking open curtains telling everyone to get up and get out. Bob stretches a little, pushing back, and Ray's breath catches. He's expecting an eye roll, or a joke about his stamina. He's not expecting Bob to exhale sharply and say "Let's get the fuck into that hotel, okay?", his voice a little strained.
Sky: Ray doesn't bother hiding his grin, and Bob slides back into his jeans. The shorts can go fuck themselves. Ray barely gets dressed before Bob's hopping down and grabbing his bag from the spare bunk. There's a joke on the tip of Frank's tongue, but Bob passes too fast to get it out.
me: "Hey, Frankie," Ray says, too polite to turn off his usual morning greeting as he follows close behind. Frank's eyes are huge and Ray laughs as he jumps down the steps. Bob's already found Brian outside and waves a keycard in Ray's direction, a cigarette between his fingers and a sly grin on his face.
Sky: Bob smokes that cigarette as fast as humanly possible so that by the time they hit the door of the hotel, it's gone. Bob can't tell if the rash is spreading or shrinking, how much of this is just him and how much is the rash, but he cannot wait to get Ray inside him again.
me: Ray catches sight of himself in the mirrored wall of the elevator as the door opens. He's a mess-- flushed, his hair flat on one side, his shirt mercifully untucked so his erection is only noticeable if you're really looking. Bob is really looking. Ray flushes harder and exhales sharply when an older couple step in after them. Bob's jaw clentches and Ray thinks its probably for the best, or they would have been half naked before they reached their floor.
Sky: Bob's hand clenches painfully tight around Ray's wrist and drags him, running, as soon as the elevator door opens. Ray can't help his laugh. Bob opens the door and shoves him inside. "Take your fucking pants off, Toro."
me: Ray actually starts with his shirt, and Bob grumbles impatiently and yanks the button of Ray's jeans open. Ray growls and pulls his closer, kissing him hard and tugging on his lip ring. "Need you," Bob breathes against his jaw and presses his thigh between Ray's. "Shower," Ray grins. He's already a little dizzy, and he's infinitely grateful when the shower turns out to have glass walls for leaning against.
Sky: The water is scalding hot, and they spend a couple of minutes breathing hard and scrubbing at themselves, stopping for kisses. Ray takes the initiative and wraps a washcloth around Bob's cock.
me: "Shit," Bob steps closer and runs his fingers through Ray's soaked curls, his whole body curling in a little as Ray drops the cloth and uses his hand. The rash runs from his shoulder to almost his wrist on one arm, and usually its throbbing, but right now its quiet. Bob thinks that of the million reasons why Ray's hand should be on his cock at ALL TIMES, that is way up there. That, and the thing Ray is doing with his thumb.
Sky: "Turn around," Ray whispers, and Bob does. He's too gone to think. He's not expecting Ray to drop to his knees, to spread him open, just enough, and lick a hard stripe over his entrance.
me: There's a towel bar on the far wall and Bob hopes it can hold him up, because Ray's tongue is wicked, hot and teasing, and Bob's knees feel like jello. "Oh, God," Bob whimpers as Ray's tongue pushes inside, just a fraction.
Sky: Ray grins and pushes harder, his hand still loose around Bob's cock. He can feel Bob ease open under his tongue, wonders if he's still sore from last night. He'd stop if Bob wanted him to, but he doesn't think Bob wants him to.
me: Bob IS still sore, a slight twinge making him shiver as he shifts his legs apart further, giving Ray's eager mouth better access. The hot water helps, though, and the fact that he's wanted this for what seems like forever. Or, not this per se, because he never took Ray as the rim job type, but Bob is really, really not going to argue. When Ray presses his thumb into Bob's ass, his tongue still circling, pressing against what seems like every nerve in Bob's body, Bob thinks he may never breathe again.
Sky: You know what, Bob thinks. Fuck breathing. "We have to keep doing this," he says, and he means after this stupid rash thing is over. And he didn't mean to say it. It might be ... the excuse was handy for him, but maybe Ray didn't want this. "We do," Ray says, his voice low and dark.
me: And fuck, there is nothing in the world Bob wants to do now other than make Ray Toro come, because Ray is possibly the best guy Bob knows, and Ray is on his knees for him in the goddamn shower, and Ray fucking deserves it. "Get up, c'mere," Bob reaches down, and he only misses Ray's fingers for a second before he's pressing him back into the wall and sucking hard on his neck.
Sky: "Um, okay," Ray says, laughing. "I was working on something there." "Shut up," Bob says, and he rubs a thumb over Ray's nipple. Ray moans and Bob takes the opportunity to slide his hand down the wet length of Ray's cock.
me: Ray arches his neck back, almost smashing his head against the tile wall, and Bob tucks a hand behind the nape of his neck, pulls him forward into a kiss. It works for a second until Bob's hand speeds up, his palm stroking over the head of Ray's cock, and Ray whimpers against his mouth. "Fuck, Bob, you've gotta stop," he half-groans, half-laughs and Bob grins at him.
Sky: "Why? You can do this again." His hand doesn't slow for a moment. Ray's not good with being this close up to naked wet Bob anyway, but he's going to come embarassingly fast. Bob moves a little more to the side, just until he can slide his free hand down over Ray's ass and stray inward.
me: Part of Bob really wants to bite at the line of freckles that dot Ray's shoulder, but he wants to see Ray's face when he comes-- he didn't get to last night, in the dark cramp of the bunk. His finger traces down into the cleft of Ray's ass, and Ray just says "oh, shit, shit, Bob," thighs trembling. His eyes flutter closed and his mouth opens wordlessly and Bob thinks Ray is just about the hottest thing he has ever seen. He's really fucking glad he's got a drum riser to hide behind, because playing behind him is going to totally suck from now on.
Sky: But if this is what he gets afterwards, Ray Toro whimpering softly as he comes in thick pulses over Bob's hand, leaning up against the wall looking ravished, Bob will do basically anything. "So good," Ray says, opening his eyes, and Bob leans in for a kiss.
me: Ray tangles both his hands in Bob's hair, and Bob just leans into him, letting the wall hold them both up as they kiss lazily, until Ray's heartbeat returns to normal. Bob's cock is hard against Ray's stomach and he rolls his hips a little, savoring Bob's groan.
...and then, tragically, we had to leave work to have real lives. But! I feel that if anyone wants to take up the mantle of this story and run with it, they will totally have our blessing!
While I accept the common belief that Frank Iero has gone into heat, I don't want people to forget that it may be some sort of extremely contagious sex rash. Like poison sumac. But sexy.
And then, we went insane:
eleanor_lavish: SEX RAAASH
schuyler: more powerful than the herp
me: DUDE
me: that is such a fabulous mental image
me: also, i bet Ray has it now. cause of the fact that he can't hide from frank onstage
Sky: Bob has learned to live with the disease
me: and when gerard was all "SHIRTS OFF!!" the other night and ray whipped his off faster than you can blink, Bob was behind his kit thinking "...well, GREAT."
me: ok, so, this is going to consume my brain now, thank you
Sky: k
me: because Ray is a GOOD GUY and he doesn't want bob to get this, you know? but he's all HOT FOR BOB most of the time now, and so he starts avoiding Bob like a plague, because its that or lick his neck, and Ray's pretty sure Bob wouldn't like that, whether the rash is communicable that way or no
Sky: He doesn't know that Bob has the rash!
Sky: But Bob is being super stoic about it
me: They both spend way to much time in the shower, trying to work out the tension.
me: Also, ray possibly starts hooking up with frank and gerard, just a little, just a handjob here and there, becuase they are doing it ANYWAY, and they already HAVE it, and he's totally embarrassed
Sky: Bob didn't say anything because it was a weird frank thing, and then a frank and gerard thing
Sky: and now he doesn't want to say, "Hey, I've had it all along!"
Sky: So he spends a lot of time by himself
me: he starts working out more, to try and tire himself out so he won't get a hard-on the second he SMELLS sex on the bus. And the bus kind of constantly smells like sex now.
me: it doesn't really work
me: he's just horny and exhausted
Sky: It's really, really painful. Physically painful and emotionally draining. Sometimes he lies in his bunk and feels like he's going to cry if someone doesn't touch him.
me: And it doesn't help that Frank and Gerard have each other in this-- they at least get sleep. And Ray won't even be in the same room with him, and really. If anyone could fuck Bob as hard as he really, really wants to be fucked right now, its Ray Toro. But its not like Bob can ASK for that. So he suffers silently, like always.
Sky: But it gets sort of inevitable. They're on the bus and Ray has to find Bob because he has no idea what happened to his tuner. He sticks his head in Bob's bunk and Bob's got his knees pulled up to his chest, frowning, but the rash is spreading, peeking out of his sleeves.
me: And Ray's question dies on his lips because... holy shit. Ray knows what that is, its already red, inflammed, like Bob's been rubbing at it for a few days at least, and how the hell didn't they know?! "Shut up," Bob grits out before Ray can say anything, and then Ray's just GONE, pushing into Bob's bunk.
Sky: Ray wants to say stuff. He's always the guy who says nice stuff, like "Why didn't you tell me?" and "I could have tried to help," but not now, honestly. He pushes Bob flat, feet on the pillow, and bites at his neck hard, shoving a hand into Bob's shorts.
me: Bob makes a noise that would be mortifying under any other circumstance, but right now he can't fucking care because Ray's hand is on his cock and he thinks thank god before yanking a little too hard on Ray's hair. "Sorry, fuck, I need..." he whines (and its been weeks, actually, Ray can tell by the patches of skin where the rash has already come and gone), and Ray just strokes harder. "I know," he says, and it sounds a lot less comforting and a lot more desperate than he intended.
Sky: The thing is, Ray's been dealing with this too. He knows what works best, what's just not enough. His hand closes tighter and he nudges a finger behind Bob's balls. Bob growls and arches.
me: "Ray," Bob is panting in his ear and Ray shivers a little. This is different from what he's done with Frank and Gerard (which mostly was just saying 'yeah, yeah, okay' when Frank cornered him after shows and said 'let me, come on' with his hands already in Ray's pants). This is BOB, and he smells like sex and sweat and BOB and Ray is dangerously close to coming his pants.
Sky: Fuck it, Ray thinks. They can do this more than once, he knows that. Once just barely takes the edge off for him. He kisses Bob hard, swallowing the whimper, then slides down so he can wrap his mouth around the already slickwet head of Bob's cock.
me: It's a tight fit in the bunk for just one of them, but Ray barely notices the ache in his back when Bob sobs out a curse. He pulls out every trick that's ever worked on him-- all teasing tongue and tight fist. Bob's hips hitch up when Ray's hand drifts lower, fingers pressing into the cleft of his ass. "Fuck, please, please," Bob mumbles, his eyes squeezed shut.
Sky: Ray pauses to suck a finger into his mouth, then pushes it inside, still a little too dry, a little too rough, and just what Bob has needed for a month. He absolutely screams when he comes.
me: Bob is shaking as he comes down, and his grip on Ray's arm is hard enough to bruise, probably. When opens his eyes, Ray is watching him, licking at the drop of come on his bottom lip, and Bob hauls him up forcefully and licks it off. When he palms a hand over the front of Ray's jeans, they're already hot, sticky, but Ray is still hard and shudders when Bob squeezes lightly.
Sky: He pulls the zipper from the track as he gets Ray's jeans open and down. He leans up for another kiss and wraps his hand around Ray's cock, pulling hard.
Sky: Ray cries out against his mouth, surprised. "Fuck me," Bob growls.
me: "Bob," Ray thinks maybe this is just another of the really vivid sex dreams he's been having lately, but in his dreams Bob never hands him a nearby bottle of hand lotion to use as lube. "I'm not above begging, Toro. Please don't make me beg," Bob says, voice strained and serious and Ray moans and tips out a good handful of lotion. "Can you roll over?"
Sky: Bob grits his teeth. He's been sleeping on his back lately because the feeling of his cock against the mattress is too intense for him to be able to focus on anything else. He nods and Ray kisses him one more time, smiling, and Bob has to grin at that. It's still Ray.
me: There's still not enough room for bunk sex, not unless half of you are Frank, but Ray can't care. They're still mostly dressed, pants shoved around their thighs, but Ray can't care about that either. Bob needs this, Bob is not above begging, and Ray will never, ever make Bob beg. When Bob rolls over, his ass pressing back into Ray's groin, he just hopes he can make this last long enough to help. "Ready?" he asks and pushes two slick fingers in when Bob nods.
Sky: Bob means to swear, but he just makes a needy, groaning noise, his hands making fists in the sheets. He's so eager, and it feels like Bob's trying to pull him in further. Ray switches to three and Bob just sucks in a breath and pushes back.
me: Ray's a big guy-- he's used to having to take his time, open someone up for him. But within minutes Bob is basically fucking himself on Ray's hand. "Ray," he growls, like a warning, and Ray slides his fingers out slowly and presses his cock against Bob's entrance, their bodies lined up in the narrow bunk so that Ray can kiss the back of Bob's neck as he slides in slowly.
Sky: "Jesus," Bob says, trembling, and then he reaches up to cup his hand over the back of Ray's neck, holding him close. Ray kisses his skin again and pushes all the way in. Bob's going to faint from relief. It feels perfect, like finally getting someone to scratch a mosquito bite on your back.
me: Ray has thought about this, honestly, a million times, and only half of those since the damn rash broke out. He's glad he already came once, or this would have been over already as Bob tightens around him, cursing. His thighs are trembling from holding back, keeping the pace steady and even, and when Bob grunts out "Ray, come on, don't be a fucking pussy," Ray laughs, relieved, and snaps his hips hard enough to make them both hiss.
Sky: Bob breathes out hard, clearly with an edge of pain under the intense pleasure, but he pushes back, meeting Ray's thrusts. "Harder," he says, voice rough and raw, and Ray pins him against the bed, trapping his cock between his stomach and the soft, damp sheets.
me: Ray nudges Bob's legs a little farther apart and lifts up onto his arms a bit and just closes his eyes and lets go. He almost never does this, just letting his body take over and shutting down the part of his brain that worries 'what if', but it's Bob, and he trusts Bob to stop him if he goes too far. The sounds are obscene, the slick slap of skin on skin, and Bob's panting whimpers and, Ray finally realizes, his own loud breathy whine.
Sky: Bob wants this to not actually ever end. He wants Ray to stay there, after he comes, make him come again. Between the feeling of the cotton under him and Ray pushing his body open further with every stroke and the sounds Ray's making, he won't last.
me: Ray's already really fucking close, and he's really not expecting Bob to come again so soon, so when Bob turns his face into his pillow with a "f-fuck, oh, fuck" and tenses around his cock, Ray has about .07 seconds before he's coming harder than he has in weeks, his vision blurring at the edges as he drops his forehead to Bob's shoulder.
Sky: Bob doesn't care that he's wet and sticky on both sides. "Don't move," he murmurs, and Ray wraps his arm around Bob's. Ray softening slowly inside him is the perfect way to come down, calming like the first cigarette after a 20 hour flight.
me: Ray hasn't felt this relaxed in what seems like forever, and he has to blink his eyes to keep them from drifting shut for too long. Bob's breathing is soft and even and his fingers tighten on Ray's wrist when he moves to pull out. "Don't want to squash you," Ray smiles against his neck and Bob just grunts, annoyed, and lets go. He's still shaky, and his legs ache, and he's really relieved when Bob says "Stay, okay?" He's pretty sure he doesn't ever want to leave this bunk, and he's also pretty sure he couldn't walk anyway.
Sky: "Yeah, of course," he says, falling into the space between Bob and the wall. He really should put his pants back on or ... something involving pants, but Bob is pressed up close, his mouth breathing damp, warm air across Ray's shoulder, and Ray closes his eyes.
me: Bob wakes up sticky and a little clammy and with aches in places he didn't know existed, but its like Christmas morning because the godforsaken itch that's been under his skin for weeks is barely noticeable under the soreness. And Ray is still there, hair a completely disaster and lips parted, sleeping. He sighs happily and presses his nose to Ray's neck. "Hmm?" Ray hums and Bob squeezes his hip.
Sky: "Hi," Ray says, and his voice is rough and sleepy. He automatically slings an arm over Bob's waist. "Sleep okay?" Bob whispers. He can feel the bus rumbling under them, moving again, so everyone must be back.
me: "Like the fucking dead," Ray says, and Bob can hear the giddy grin in his voice. Ray hasn't been sleeping well either, clearly. "You?" "Yeah," Bob exhales Ray tips his head to kiss Bob's jaw. "You should have told me," Ray says quietly, and Bob rolls his eyes. There is the Ray he knows and loves. "I didn't want to bother--" "We could have been doing this for weeks, moron," Ray chuckles and Bob snaps his jaw shut. Huh. That was kind of moronic, then.
Sky: It's still pitch dark outside."We should probably get back to sleep," Ray says, and he turns Bob over. He knows that Bob usually sleeps on that side, and Ray won't complain about getting to spoon.
me: "We should shower," Bob grumbles, but since that isn't an option on a moving bus, he lets Ray tuck up behind him, both of them finally kicking their jeans all the way off and pulling a blanket up. "I've been told the Hyatt Regency has showers," Ray assures him, and presses his palm flat against Bob's stomach. "You gonna help me clean this mess up?" Bob asks, but he can't keep the grin out of his voice. "You bet your ass," Ray answers, and neither of them are talking about the mess in the bunk.
Sky: Ray's beyond relieved when the bus finally stops. He woke up an hour before with Bob pressed back against him, and he's been rocking against Bob's ass ever since. "Hey," Bob says when Ray shakes him. He's not quite awake yet. "Are we here?"
me: "Yeah, come on," Ray whispers. He can already hear Frank and Brian stumbling around in the front lounge, and its only a matter of minutes before Brian comes back and starts yanking open curtains telling everyone to get up and get out. Bob stretches a little, pushing back, and Ray's breath catches. He's expecting an eye roll, or a joke about his stamina. He's not expecting Bob to exhale sharply and say "Let's get the fuck into that hotel, okay?", his voice a little strained.
Sky: Ray doesn't bother hiding his grin, and Bob slides back into his jeans. The shorts can go fuck themselves. Ray barely gets dressed before Bob's hopping down and grabbing his bag from the spare bunk. There's a joke on the tip of Frank's tongue, but Bob passes too fast to get it out.
me: "Hey, Frankie," Ray says, too polite to turn off his usual morning greeting as he follows close behind. Frank's eyes are huge and Ray laughs as he jumps down the steps. Bob's already found Brian outside and waves a keycard in Ray's direction, a cigarette between his fingers and a sly grin on his face.
Sky: Bob smokes that cigarette as fast as humanly possible so that by the time they hit the door of the hotel, it's gone. Bob can't tell if the rash is spreading or shrinking, how much of this is just him and how much is the rash, but he cannot wait to get Ray inside him again.
me: Ray catches sight of himself in the mirrored wall of the elevator as the door opens. He's a mess-- flushed, his hair flat on one side, his shirt mercifully untucked so his erection is only noticeable if you're really looking. Bob is really looking. Ray flushes harder and exhales sharply when an older couple step in after them. Bob's jaw clentches and Ray thinks its probably for the best, or they would have been half naked before they reached their floor.
Sky: Bob's hand clenches painfully tight around Ray's wrist and drags him, running, as soon as the elevator door opens. Ray can't help his laugh. Bob opens the door and shoves him inside. "Take your fucking pants off, Toro."
me: Ray actually starts with his shirt, and Bob grumbles impatiently and yanks the button of Ray's jeans open. Ray growls and pulls his closer, kissing him hard and tugging on his lip ring. "Need you," Bob breathes against his jaw and presses his thigh between Ray's. "Shower," Ray grins. He's already a little dizzy, and he's infinitely grateful when the shower turns out to have glass walls for leaning against.
Sky: The water is scalding hot, and they spend a couple of minutes breathing hard and scrubbing at themselves, stopping for kisses. Ray takes the initiative and wraps a washcloth around Bob's cock.
me: "Shit," Bob steps closer and runs his fingers through Ray's soaked curls, his whole body curling in a little as Ray drops the cloth and uses his hand. The rash runs from his shoulder to almost his wrist on one arm, and usually its throbbing, but right now its quiet. Bob thinks that of the million reasons why Ray's hand should be on his cock at ALL TIMES, that is way up there. That, and the thing Ray is doing with his thumb.
Sky: "Turn around," Ray whispers, and Bob does. He's too gone to think. He's not expecting Ray to drop to his knees, to spread him open, just enough, and lick a hard stripe over his entrance.
me: There's a towel bar on the far wall and Bob hopes it can hold him up, because Ray's tongue is wicked, hot and teasing, and Bob's knees feel like jello. "Oh, God," Bob whimpers as Ray's tongue pushes inside, just a fraction.
Sky: Ray grins and pushes harder, his hand still loose around Bob's cock. He can feel Bob ease open under his tongue, wonders if he's still sore from last night. He'd stop if Bob wanted him to, but he doesn't think Bob wants him to.
me: Bob IS still sore, a slight twinge making him shiver as he shifts his legs apart further, giving Ray's eager mouth better access. The hot water helps, though, and the fact that he's wanted this for what seems like forever. Or, not this per se, because he never took Ray as the rim job type, but Bob is really, really not going to argue. When Ray presses his thumb into Bob's ass, his tongue still circling, pressing against what seems like every nerve in Bob's body, Bob thinks he may never breathe again.
Sky: You know what, Bob thinks. Fuck breathing. "We have to keep doing this," he says, and he means after this stupid rash thing is over. And he didn't mean to say it. It might be ... the excuse was handy for him, but maybe Ray didn't want this. "We do," Ray says, his voice low and dark.
me: And fuck, there is nothing in the world Bob wants to do now other than make Ray Toro come, because Ray is possibly the best guy Bob knows, and Ray is on his knees for him in the goddamn shower, and Ray fucking deserves it. "Get up, c'mere," Bob reaches down, and he only misses Ray's fingers for a second before he's pressing him back into the wall and sucking hard on his neck.
Sky: "Um, okay," Ray says, laughing. "I was working on something there." "Shut up," Bob says, and he rubs a thumb over Ray's nipple. Ray moans and Bob takes the opportunity to slide his hand down the wet length of Ray's cock.
me: Ray arches his neck back, almost smashing his head against the tile wall, and Bob tucks a hand behind the nape of his neck, pulls him forward into a kiss. It works for a second until Bob's hand speeds up, his palm stroking over the head of Ray's cock, and Ray whimpers against his mouth. "Fuck, Bob, you've gotta stop," he half-groans, half-laughs and Bob grins at him.
Sky: "Why? You can do this again." His hand doesn't slow for a moment. Ray's not good with being this close up to naked wet Bob anyway, but he's going to come embarassingly fast. Bob moves a little more to the side, just until he can slide his free hand down over Ray's ass and stray inward.
me: Part of Bob really wants to bite at the line of freckles that dot Ray's shoulder, but he wants to see Ray's face when he comes-- he didn't get to last night, in the dark cramp of the bunk. His finger traces down into the cleft of Ray's ass, and Ray just says "oh, shit, shit, Bob," thighs trembling. His eyes flutter closed and his mouth opens wordlessly and Bob thinks Ray is just about the hottest thing he has ever seen. He's really fucking glad he's got a drum riser to hide behind, because playing behind him is going to totally suck from now on.
Sky: But if this is what he gets afterwards, Ray Toro whimpering softly as he comes in thick pulses over Bob's hand, leaning up against the wall looking ravished, Bob will do basically anything. "So good," Ray says, opening his eyes, and Bob leans in for a kiss.
me: Ray tangles both his hands in Bob's hair, and Bob just leans into him, letting the wall hold them both up as they kiss lazily, until Ray's heartbeat returns to normal. Bob's cock is hard against Ray's stomach and he rolls his hips a little, savoring Bob's groan.
...and then, tragically, we had to leave work to have real lives. But! I feel that if anyone wants to take up the mantle of this story and run with it, they will totally have our blessing!