Homeward Bound [1/1] - Ray/Mikey
Title: Homeward Bound.
Author : xoxxblitz7
Pairing: Ray/Mikey
Rating NC-17
Summary: Mikey opens the bedroom door and as they tumble in to the room everything is just as they left it. Their room smells no different, clean sheets cover the bed because Ray hates leaving for tour with dirty bedding on and at this point, Mikey’s glad he nags him to help change the linen.
Disclaimer: This is just a piece of fictional writing.
Author Notes: Awesome home!sex after being on tour forever.
Warnings: Sex, swearing.
Mikey’s hardly been able to sit still the entire flight. He’s having to sit next to Frank for this journey and it’s not that he minds it’s just, Ray’s sat across from him looking totally and utterly gorgeous and Mikey can’t touch him. He’s nowhere near him and fuck, it’s been too long. The drive to the airport had been rushed and as they boarded the plane they had to take seats wherever they could and as quick as possible. This is why Mikey’s sat wedged between Frank and Pedicone and as much as he loves these guys, he wants his husband.
After the plane levels out in the sky Pedicone promises Mikey that he will swap seats with Ray as soon as those damn drinks carts move, but as he’s waiting, falls asleep on Mikey’s shoulder. Frank and Gerard have a seat next to one another, they always manage to and Mikey hates them for it. Neither his brother or in law are scared of flying like Mikey is, and as the plane bumps a little Mikey looks across to Ray with wide eyes.
Ray smiles over and gives his husband a sympathetic look and mouths I know baby. Mikey nods and sighs and slumps back against his very uncomfortable chair. He can’t even text Ray, because the stupid economy cheap ass airline haven’t upgraded to wi-fi yet. He closes his eyes for a minute and he hopes an hour has passed, but he knows better and as Mikey looks at his watch he sighs again and leans forward, pulling his ipod and headphones free from his bag which is under the seat in front of him.
On the up side the flight isn’t really that long and Mikey only has time to listen to an album or two before he hears the familiar rings of the cabin bells and the captain confirming that they will be landing in ten minutes. Mikey pushes his headphones off from around his neck and back in to his bag before clipping his seatbelt back around his small hips and fidgeting. He stares over to Pedicone, who is still asleep and Mikey vows that this is the last time he has to sit next to such a bore in place of his husband, who of which is now staring over to Mikey. He smiles across to Ray and holds his hands up to motion that they only have ten minutes left, with his fingers. Ray nods and grins and wobbles his eyebrows up and down a few times before licking his lips. Mikey smirks and rolls his eyes before mouthing towards Ray.
I love you. Mikey mouths and Ray catches it perfectly, an expert of reading his husbands lips from the years of signalling to one another on stage.
I love you too! Ray mouths back and Mikey grins before pouting his lips and blowing him a kiss. Ray opens his mouth to ‘catch’ the kiss and copies Mikey’s actions, to which Mikey opens his mouth. They smile at one another and as the plane starts to drop, Mikey pushes his head back against the headrest.
As the plane lands and comes to a halt on the tarmac of Newark NJ airport Mikey’s never been so damn happy to be home. It’s been a long tour and as much as they’ve enjoyed playing night after night, he’s looking forward to doing something normal for a few weeks before they’re lucky enough to do it all over again. He’s looking forward to waking up late and to their body clocks, not a pesky cell phone alarm. He’s also looking forward to cooking dinner, to eating on the couch pressed against Ray’s warm chest as they watch one of the hundreds of DVD’s they have collected and yet to watch. Mikey smiles and knows that in an hour or two, he and Ray can start to live that fantasy again.
Mikey stands up quickly as the seatbelt sign flickers off and grabs his bag from the seat in front before joining the queue next to the isle to exit the plane. He looks over towards where Ray was and frowns, because he can’t see him anymore. He sighs and tries to haul his bag over his shoulder and on to his back in the confined space. Mikey’s sure he’s probably hit the few people around him with the large backpack but he doesn’t care, he’s home. Walking off the plane and down the steps Mikey starts to bite his nails and if Ray was standing next to him he’d tell him off for doing so, but Mikey’s anxious and he can’t see Ray. It’s not long until the wave of people Mikey’s walking with reach passport control and baggage claim. After showing his passport and hearing the usual ‘welcome home!’ lark he finds a seat right next to the conveyer belt that would soon throw his luggage out a little more bruised and battered than when he checked it in a few hours ago.
Mikey doesn’t have to wait long before he sees his holdall and grabs it quickly, placing it down on the floor quickly as he notices Ray’s bag moving along the conveyer a few bags back. He leans over to grab Ray’s bag but before he can reach somebody behind him has already grasped the handles and pulled the bag from the belt. Just as Mikey is about to turn around and shout at somebody for stealing his husband’s bag, a warm and very familiar hand slips on to his hip and squeezes, pulling him back a little. Mikey smiles.
“I thought I was gonna have to shout at someone...” Mikey admits and he can feel Ray laugh against him.
“Hmm, I love it when you shout.” Ray whispers against Mikey’s ear and he shivers, looking around to see if anyone has been listening. Ray squeezes Mikey’s hip again and pulls him away from the conveyer belt as the crowd starts to thicken with people trying to pull their bags and get out of the airport as quick as possible. Mikey turns around and picks his bag from the floor and hauls it across his shoulder. He turns around to face Ray and smiles.
“Home?” Mikey asks with a hopeful tone of voice.
Ray smiles and nods. “Home!”
-
After saying goodbye to Frank and Gerard and arranging to see them in a few days Mikey and Ray finally leave the airport, lacing their fingers together as they walk. They hail a taxi just outside and as it pulls up outside their house both men sigh in relief. Mikey pulls out his wallet as Ray exits the car and pulls their belongings out with him, heading for the front door. Mikey tells the driver to keep the change mostly because he can’t be bothered waiting for the guy to fumble with loose change. When he slams the door shut and walks across the pavement and to their front door Ray has just opened the door, bending down to pick the cases up and put them inside. Mikey can’t help himself as he comes up behind Ray who is still bent over and slaps the palm of his hand across his husbands’ ass. Ray jumps and fumbles with the bags before picking them up and carrying them inside. Mikey smiles and walks in afterwards, shutting the door behind him and pushing his back against the door, closing his eyes and just inhaling the smell of their home. This was always the best part about coming home from an amazing tour, being able to close the front door and just unwind.
Ray turns around and walks slowly over to Mikey who still has his back pressed flat against their door. He smiles as he walks and as he stops, he places a hand either side of Mikey’s waist, kneading the skin as his shirt rises and pools in Ray’s hands. Mikey opens his eyes slow and lazy but closes them as Ray moves in closer to kiss his lips. Both their lips are dry for a few seconds until Mikey extends his tongue to brush against Ray’s mouth until he opens up, his tongue extending out mimic Mikey’s actions. Mikey licks around Ray’s mouth and uses the tip of his tongue to trace shapes on the roof and he feels his husband smile around his lips.
Ray pulls back and pants against Mikey’s lips as he starts to move his hands down towards Mikey’s belt buckle. He fingers the metal slowly and carefully and Mikey groans, pushing his hips forward as his dick twitches in his pants.
“Ray, please.” Mikey speaks softly and juts his hips forward again as Ray is still toying with the belt buckle. He grins and moves his lips close to Mikey’s ear.
“I’m gonna fuck you.” He whispers as his voice flows from his mouth, velvet like words wrapping themselves around Mikey’s ear as he shudders and nods.
“W-where?” Mikey asks and he’s hoping in bed because he’s missed having sex with Ray in their bed. Sure, they had hotel nights but nothing was as satisfying as being fucked against their own bed linen, or being pressed against their own headboard and fucked open.
Ray finally loosens Mikey’s belt buckle and is now able to push his hand down the front of the black, worn denim jeans and down to Mikey’s dick. He takes him in his hand, closing his fingers around it and squeezes. Mikey’s breathing is shallow now and Ray is driving him crazy, his dick is near fully hard and it’s only a matter of time before he’s going to start throbbing, painfully.
Ray licks his lips. “Where to fuck you Mikey? Just where?” He asks, voice seductive and Mikey moans in response.
The words fall from Ray’s tongue easy, because he’s probably said them a thousand times before to leave Mikey in a quivering mess, pressed up against a door or car or a wall and it always works because Mikey knows he means the words, and knows that given the chance Ray would fuck Mikey against every single surface in their house. It was picking one that was the problem.
“See...” Ray continues and places a small kiss on Mikey’s lips and continues to rub Mikey with his large hand. There isn’t really much room to properly jack Mikey off but he doesn’t seem to mind as he pushes his hips forward and moans again. “I want to drop to my knees right here, and blow you.” Ray suggests and another moan falls from his mouth.
“But, what I really want to do...” Ray pauses and lets his hand go limp before pulling it out of the pants. Mikey whines from loss of contact and juts his hips forward again before Ray continues. “Is take you upstairs, take every last piece of clothing off of your fuckin gorgeous body and fuck you right into that bed. Our bed. ”
Mikey grunts and lets his eyelids slip shut trying so hard to calm down because at this rate, he’s not going to get that far, he’s so turned on. Ray grabs his hand and pulls him towards the stairs, not even bothering looking at the large pile of letters that had built up when they had been away. They stumble up the stairs and as they reach the top Mikey falls back against the wall and tugs at his zipper on the front of his hoodie. He pushes it off of his shoulders and works on his shirt, pulling it over his head quickly. Ray turns around to look at Mikey and fuck, he looks stunning. He’s got his back against the wall and his chest is rising quick, blonde fringe falling over his intense chocolate brown eyes and his jeans open, belt hanging loose and a distinct outline of his hard on. Ray’s never seen Mikey look so damn gorgeous, so fuck worthy.
“Bedroom, now.” Ray growls and Mikey swallows and nods before moving past Ray quickly, half expecting him to spank his ass on his way. As he gets to the bedroom door he stops, leaning against the handle to kick his boots from his feet. In seconds though, Ray is pressed up against him, the line of his hard dick pressed against the middle of Mikey’s ass.
“I love it when you keep those on.” Ray whispers against Mikey’s bare back and then licks a long line between his shoulder blades, blowing at the skin straight after. Ray remembers that one time he made Mikey keep his boots on and kept his legs dangling over the bed as he sunk to his knees and blew him, leather boots brushing against his bare chest. It was possibly one of the hottest thing Ray had ever seen.
Mikey opens the bedroom door and as they tumble in to the room everything is just as they left it. Their room smells no different, clean sheets cover the bed because Ray hates leaving for tour with dirty bedding on and at this point, Mikey’s glad he nags him to help change the linen.
Ray’s right behind him as they enter the room, his long fingers moving to strip himself of his shirt and then quickly working on his own belt and pants. As they fall to the floor he grabs Mikey’s hips and spins him around so that he’s facing him. He then moves his hands to Mikey’s waistband and pushes the pants and underwear down over his ass and down past his thighs, pooling around his ankles. Ray pushes him forward and as the back of Mikey’s legs hit the bed he sighs and lets his head fall against the mattress. Ray grins as he sighs at the cool sheets hitting his skin and crawls up Mikey, who is kicking the last of his clothes from his ankles.
Completely naked and fully aroused they both still for a second, catching their breath before laughing a little. Ray ducks his head down to catch Mikey’s lips in another kiss and they both open their mouths, wide enough to really kiss with sloppy tongues and teeth and far too much saliva but it’s good and as Ray catches Mikey’s bottom lip with his teeth he bucks up, dick twitching and leaking with pre come and fuck, Mikey needs something more.
Ray breaks away from the kiss and grins before reaching over to the plastic box on top of the bedside table. He fumbles around and finds what he’s looking for after a few seconds. Mikey watches him, cool air of the room prickling at his skin. He brings a hand up to brush his fringe back from his eyes and then lets it wander down to his dick, sighing as he allows his fingers to ghost over the swollen flesh. Ray snaps his head back as he hears Mikey moan.
“Watching you touch yourself will never get old.” Ray promises and licks his lips, crawling back and lying next Mikey, the mattress creaking beneath him. They really need a new bed, they’ve had this one for years and they both agree it’s well and truly fucked (quite literally)
Ray twists the pump on top of the tube and presses it a few times, clear liquid oozing out on to his long, thick fingers. Mikey watches and bites at his lip, fang like teeth scraping at the already bitten skin.
The next thing Mikey feels is Ray’s finger pushing past the tight ring of muscle and entering, invading and stretching and it’s fuckin’ amazing. He twists his head to the side to watch Ray’s face as he fingers him, pressing the digit in further until Mikey feels the brush of his knuckle on the cheek of his ass. Rocking down Mikey moans and nods at Ray, silently asking for more. Ray mutters something that Mikey thinks sounds like ‘fuck yeah’ but he can’t quite make it out, the blood he does have left (that isn’t filling his dick) is thumping in his ears. Ray pulls the one finger out and adds two, quickly pushing up and Mikey moans again, all throat as he pushes his head back and bows down on to his husbands fingers.
“Please, p-please...” Mikey pants as he moves his head from the pillow to look down again, watching Ray’s hair fall across his thighs, the strands tickling his skin.
Ray nods and pulls his fingers out and wipes them against the bedding. Mikey looks down with a crooked smile and furrows his brows. “That’s clean bedding.” He states and Ray licks his lips and grins.
“Yeah, and it’s about to get a whole lot dirtier...”
Mikey laughs before settling his head back down, waiting.
He doesn’t have to wait long before Ray’s grabbing for the tube and pumping liquid out again before smearing it across his fingers, taking his length in his hand and slicking himself up, thumbing the head a little before having to stop. Mikey shifts a little and grabs a pillow from the head of the bed and lifts his hips before settling back down. He spreads his legs and Ray crawls between them, setting his hands on Mikey’s knees before pushing his legs up.
Ray leans over to kiss at Mikey’s lips before mouthing against them. “You ready?” He breaths and Mikey nods, leaning to kiss his husband before pushing at his shoulders and motioning him to start.
“Gorgeous.” Ray whispers before lining up and pressing forward in to Mikey’s heat. Ray pushes further until he’s all the way in, fully sheathed and stops, resting a little and relishing at the feeling of finally being inside of his husband, in their home, in their bed and fuck, Mikey can feel it too because his eyes are shut tight, teeth scraping at his lips and fingertips brushing against Ray’s shoulders, stroking the skin lightly.
Ray grins down before laughing a little, voice straining. “So good...” He mumbles out before his face falls in to another grin, his lips curling and his eyes glistening in the dim lights of their bedroom. Mikey’s mouth is already open, forming a gorgeous ‘O’ but when Ray starts to pull his hips back, almost pulling out Mikey laughs, throaty and thankful and when Ray pushes back in, deep and firm Mikey loses his smile to moan out, muttering Ray’s name under his breath as he does.
Keeping a steady rhythm Ray retracts his hips and slams them back again, filling Mikey once more. He repeats the motion, hips snapping forward as he gains speed, Mikey pushing back against him, un-tucking his legs and moving them down to use his feet to push his hips up to meet Ray’s. There’s a thin sheen of sweat covering Ray’s body as he continues to thrust, driving himself in and out of his husband and it’s collecting around his brows, sweat pooling and dripping down on to Mikey’s chest, where he reaches a hand up and smears the drops that haven’t fallen just yet across Ray’s face, stroking the skin too.
When Ray starts to pound harder, giving everything he has to ram his hips forward Mikey starts to growl, absolutely loving the feeling of being so full, so raw as Ray moves his dick in and out, stretching him open and pounding his prostate just right.
It’s when Mikey looks up at Ray, their eyes meeting he loses his head. He has a thumping in his ears but he can still make out the sound of skin slapping against skin, Ray’s balls hitting his ass as he moves and as he moves a hand to grab Mikey’s dick, he comes hot and quick and for fuckin’ ever.
Ray throws his head back as he feels Mikey clench around his dick, hot and tight and amazing and fuck, he’s going to come any second. He continues to thrust because if he pulls out with the excuse that Mikey’s finished, he will be told to fuck off and jerk off in the bathroom because Mikey loves it when he’s just come undone, tired and weak and Ray’s still fucking him, using him.
Mikey shifts a little and pushes his hips up again, come dribbling up his stomach and on to his chest as he does so. Ray tips his head back again, his muscles in his upper arms and thighs starting to burn. Mikey reaches a hand up to push through his husband’s hair and pulls hard, growling at the same time “Come on, Ray...” Mikey states in a firm tone and Ray moans, long and load as he starts to shake, his muscles slowly starting to give way on him. He nods, thrusting once, twice more and comes hard, deep inside of Mikey. He thrusts through his orgasm, body shaking and Mikey moaning at the sensation of Ray’s orgasm filling his ass.
A few moments later Ray slides out and Mikey groans, unhappy he’s so empty again. He rolls over and makes room for Ray to lay down, and when he does he moves his head to rest on Ray’s chest, kissing the sweaty skin.
“S’good to be home.” Mikey mutters against the stickiness, the sweat from his chest cool against his cheek.
Ray hums his approval and brings an arm around to stroke Mikey’s arm, letting his fingertips ghost against the skin.
“Mm, home.” Ray mutters and Mikey kisses his chest again before letting his eyes slip shut.
Author : xoxxblitz7
Pairing: Ray/Mikey
Rating NC-17
Summary: Mikey opens the bedroom door and as they tumble in to the room everything is just as they left it. Their room smells no different, clean sheets cover the bed because Ray hates leaving for tour with dirty bedding on and at this point, Mikey’s glad he nags him to help change the linen.
Disclaimer: This is just a piece of fictional writing.
Author Notes: Awesome home!sex after being on tour forever.
Warnings: Sex, swearing.
Mikey’s hardly been able to sit still the entire flight. He’s having to sit next to Frank for this journey and it’s not that he minds it’s just, Ray’s sat across from him looking totally and utterly gorgeous and Mikey can’t touch him. He’s nowhere near him and fuck, it’s been too long. The drive to the airport had been rushed and as they boarded the plane they had to take seats wherever they could and as quick as possible. This is why Mikey’s sat wedged between Frank and Pedicone and as much as he loves these guys, he wants his husband.
After the plane levels out in the sky Pedicone promises Mikey that he will swap seats with Ray as soon as those damn drinks carts move, but as he’s waiting, falls asleep on Mikey’s shoulder. Frank and Gerard have a seat next to one another, they always manage to and Mikey hates them for it. Neither his brother or in law are scared of flying like Mikey is, and as the plane bumps a little Mikey looks across to Ray with wide eyes.
Ray smiles over and gives his husband a sympathetic look and mouths I know baby. Mikey nods and sighs and slumps back against his very uncomfortable chair. He can’t even text Ray, because the stupid economy cheap ass airline haven’t upgraded to wi-fi yet. He closes his eyes for a minute and he hopes an hour has passed, but he knows better and as Mikey looks at his watch he sighs again and leans forward, pulling his ipod and headphones free from his bag which is under the seat in front of him.
On the up side the flight isn’t really that long and Mikey only has time to listen to an album or two before he hears the familiar rings of the cabin bells and the captain confirming that they will be landing in ten minutes. Mikey pushes his headphones off from around his neck and back in to his bag before clipping his seatbelt back around his small hips and fidgeting. He stares over to Pedicone, who is still asleep and Mikey vows that this is the last time he has to sit next to such a bore in place of his husband, who of which is now staring over to Mikey. He smiles across to Ray and holds his hands up to motion that they only have ten minutes left, with his fingers. Ray nods and grins and wobbles his eyebrows up and down a few times before licking his lips. Mikey smirks and rolls his eyes before mouthing towards Ray.
I love you. Mikey mouths and Ray catches it perfectly, an expert of reading his husbands lips from the years of signalling to one another on stage.
I love you too! Ray mouths back and Mikey grins before pouting his lips and blowing him a kiss. Ray opens his mouth to ‘catch’ the kiss and copies Mikey’s actions, to which Mikey opens his mouth. They smile at one another and as the plane starts to drop, Mikey pushes his head back against the headrest.
As the plane lands and comes to a halt on the tarmac of Newark NJ airport Mikey’s never been so damn happy to be home. It’s been a long tour and as much as they’ve enjoyed playing night after night, he’s looking forward to doing something normal for a few weeks before they’re lucky enough to do it all over again. He’s looking forward to waking up late and to their body clocks, not a pesky cell phone alarm. He’s also looking forward to cooking dinner, to eating on the couch pressed against Ray’s warm chest as they watch one of the hundreds of DVD’s they have collected and yet to watch. Mikey smiles and knows that in an hour or two, he and Ray can start to live that fantasy again.
Mikey stands up quickly as the seatbelt sign flickers off and grabs his bag from the seat in front before joining the queue next to the isle to exit the plane. He looks over towards where Ray was and frowns, because he can’t see him anymore. He sighs and tries to haul his bag over his shoulder and on to his back in the confined space. Mikey’s sure he’s probably hit the few people around him with the large backpack but he doesn’t care, he’s home. Walking off the plane and down the steps Mikey starts to bite his nails and if Ray was standing next to him he’d tell him off for doing so, but Mikey’s anxious and he can’t see Ray. It’s not long until the wave of people Mikey’s walking with reach passport control and baggage claim. After showing his passport and hearing the usual ‘welcome home!’ lark he finds a seat right next to the conveyer belt that would soon throw his luggage out a little more bruised and battered than when he checked it in a few hours ago.
Mikey doesn’t have to wait long before he sees his holdall and grabs it quickly, placing it down on the floor quickly as he notices Ray’s bag moving along the conveyer a few bags back. He leans over to grab Ray’s bag but before he can reach somebody behind him has already grasped the handles and pulled the bag from the belt. Just as Mikey is about to turn around and shout at somebody for stealing his husband’s bag, a warm and very familiar hand slips on to his hip and squeezes, pulling him back a little. Mikey smiles.
“I thought I was gonna have to shout at someone...” Mikey admits and he can feel Ray laugh against him.
“Hmm, I love it when you shout.” Ray whispers against Mikey’s ear and he shivers, looking around to see if anyone has been listening. Ray squeezes Mikey’s hip again and pulls him away from the conveyer belt as the crowd starts to thicken with people trying to pull their bags and get out of the airport as quick as possible. Mikey turns around and picks his bag from the floor and hauls it across his shoulder. He turns around to face Ray and smiles.
“Home?” Mikey asks with a hopeful tone of voice.
Ray smiles and nods. “Home!”
-
After saying goodbye to Frank and Gerard and arranging to see them in a few days Mikey and Ray finally leave the airport, lacing their fingers together as they walk. They hail a taxi just outside and as it pulls up outside their house both men sigh in relief. Mikey pulls out his wallet as Ray exits the car and pulls their belongings out with him, heading for the front door. Mikey tells the driver to keep the change mostly because he can’t be bothered waiting for the guy to fumble with loose change. When he slams the door shut and walks across the pavement and to their front door Ray has just opened the door, bending down to pick the cases up and put them inside. Mikey can’t help himself as he comes up behind Ray who is still bent over and slaps the palm of his hand across his husbands’ ass. Ray jumps and fumbles with the bags before picking them up and carrying them inside. Mikey smiles and walks in afterwards, shutting the door behind him and pushing his back against the door, closing his eyes and just inhaling the smell of their home. This was always the best part about coming home from an amazing tour, being able to close the front door and just unwind.
Ray turns around and walks slowly over to Mikey who still has his back pressed flat against their door. He smiles as he walks and as he stops, he places a hand either side of Mikey’s waist, kneading the skin as his shirt rises and pools in Ray’s hands. Mikey opens his eyes slow and lazy but closes them as Ray moves in closer to kiss his lips. Both their lips are dry for a few seconds until Mikey extends his tongue to brush against Ray’s mouth until he opens up, his tongue extending out mimic Mikey’s actions. Mikey licks around Ray’s mouth and uses the tip of his tongue to trace shapes on the roof and he feels his husband smile around his lips.
Ray pulls back and pants against Mikey’s lips as he starts to move his hands down towards Mikey’s belt buckle. He fingers the metal slowly and carefully and Mikey groans, pushing his hips forward as his dick twitches in his pants.
“Ray, please.” Mikey speaks softly and juts his hips forward again as Ray is still toying with the belt buckle. He grins and moves his lips close to Mikey’s ear.
“I’m gonna fuck you.” He whispers as his voice flows from his mouth, velvet like words wrapping themselves around Mikey’s ear as he shudders and nods.
“W-where?” Mikey asks and he’s hoping in bed because he’s missed having sex with Ray in their bed. Sure, they had hotel nights but nothing was as satisfying as being fucked against their own bed linen, or being pressed against their own headboard and fucked open.
Ray finally loosens Mikey’s belt buckle and is now able to push his hand down the front of the black, worn denim jeans and down to Mikey’s dick. He takes him in his hand, closing his fingers around it and squeezes. Mikey’s breathing is shallow now and Ray is driving him crazy, his dick is near fully hard and it’s only a matter of time before he’s going to start throbbing, painfully.
Ray licks his lips. “Where to fuck you Mikey? Just where?” He asks, voice seductive and Mikey moans in response.
The words fall from Ray’s tongue easy, because he’s probably said them a thousand times before to leave Mikey in a quivering mess, pressed up against a door or car or a wall and it always works because Mikey knows he means the words, and knows that given the chance Ray would fuck Mikey against every single surface in their house. It was picking one that was the problem.
“See...” Ray continues and places a small kiss on Mikey’s lips and continues to rub Mikey with his large hand. There isn’t really much room to properly jack Mikey off but he doesn’t seem to mind as he pushes his hips forward and moans again. “I want to drop to my knees right here, and blow you.” Ray suggests and another moan falls from his mouth.
“But, what I really want to do...” Ray pauses and lets his hand go limp before pulling it out of the pants. Mikey whines from loss of contact and juts his hips forward again before Ray continues. “Is take you upstairs, take every last piece of clothing off of your fuckin gorgeous body and fuck you right into that bed. Our bed. ”
Mikey grunts and lets his eyelids slip shut trying so hard to calm down because at this rate, he’s not going to get that far, he’s so turned on. Ray grabs his hand and pulls him towards the stairs, not even bothering looking at the large pile of letters that had built up when they had been away. They stumble up the stairs and as they reach the top Mikey falls back against the wall and tugs at his zipper on the front of his hoodie. He pushes it off of his shoulders and works on his shirt, pulling it over his head quickly. Ray turns around to look at Mikey and fuck, he looks stunning. He’s got his back against the wall and his chest is rising quick, blonde fringe falling over his intense chocolate brown eyes and his jeans open, belt hanging loose and a distinct outline of his hard on. Ray’s never seen Mikey look so damn gorgeous, so fuck worthy.
“Bedroom, now.” Ray growls and Mikey swallows and nods before moving past Ray quickly, half expecting him to spank his ass on his way. As he gets to the bedroom door he stops, leaning against the handle to kick his boots from his feet. In seconds though, Ray is pressed up against him, the line of his hard dick pressed against the middle of Mikey’s ass.
“I love it when you keep those on.” Ray whispers against Mikey’s bare back and then licks a long line between his shoulder blades, blowing at the skin straight after. Ray remembers that one time he made Mikey keep his boots on and kept his legs dangling over the bed as he sunk to his knees and blew him, leather boots brushing against his bare chest. It was possibly one of the hottest thing Ray had ever seen.
Mikey opens the bedroom door and as they tumble in to the room everything is just as they left it. Their room smells no different, clean sheets cover the bed because Ray hates leaving for tour with dirty bedding on and at this point, Mikey’s glad he nags him to help change the linen.
Ray’s right behind him as they enter the room, his long fingers moving to strip himself of his shirt and then quickly working on his own belt and pants. As they fall to the floor he grabs Mikey’s hips and spins him around so that he’s facing him. He then moves his hands to Mikey’s waistband and pushes the pants and underwear down over his ass and down past his thighs, pooling around his ankles. Ray pushes him forward and as the back of Mikey’s legs hit the bed he sighs and lets his head fall against the mattress. Ray grins as he sighs at the cool sheets hitting his skin and crawls up Mikey, who is kicking the last of his clothes from his ankles.
Completely naked and fully aroused they both still for a second, catching their breath before laughing a little. Ray ducks his head down to catch Mikey’s lips in another kiss and they both open their mouths, wide enough to really kiss with sloppy tongues and teeth and far too much saliva but it’s good and as Ray catches Mikey’s bottom lip with his teeth he bucks up, dick twitching and leaking with pre come and fuck, Mikey needs something more.
Ray breaks away from the kiss and grins before reaching over to the plastic box on top of the bedside table. He fumbles around and finds what he’s looking for after a few seconds. Mikey watches him, cool air of the room prickling at his skin. He brings a hand up to brush his fringe back from his eyes and then lets it wander down to his dick, sighing as he allows his fingers to ghost over the swollen flesh. Ray snaps his head back as he hears Mikey moan.
“Watching you touch yourself will never get old.” Ray promises and licks his lips, crawling back and lying next Mikey, the mattress creaking beneath him. They really need a new bed, they’ve had this one for years and they both agree it’s well and truly fucked (quite literally)
Ray twists the pump on top of the tube and presses it a few times, clear liquid oozing out on to his long, thick fingers. Mikey watches and bites at his lip, fang like teeth scraping at the already bitten skin.
The next thing Mikey feels is Ray’s finger pushing past the tight ring of muscle and entering, invading and stretching and it’s fuckin’ amazing. He twists his head to the side to watch Ray’s face as he fingers him, pressing the digit in further until Mikey feels the brush of his knuckle on the cheek of his ass. Rocking down Mikey moans and nods at Ray, silently asking for more. Ray mutters something that Mikey thinks sounds like ‘fuck yeah’ but he can’t quite make it out, the blood he does have left (that isn’t filling his dick) is thumping in his ears. Ray pulls the one finger out and adds two, quickly pushing up and Mikey moans again, all throat as he pushes his head back and bows down on to his husbands fingers.
“Please, p-please...” Mikey pants as he moves his head from the pillow to look down again, watching Ray’s hair fall across his thighs, the strands tickling his skin.
Ray nods and pulls his fingers out and wipes them against the bedding. Mikey looks down with a crooked smile and furrows his brows. “That’s clean bedding.” He states and Ray licks his lips and grins.
“Yeah, and it’s about to get a whole lot dirtier...”
Mikey laughs before settling his head back down, waiting.
He doesn’t have to wait long before Ray’s grabbing for the tube and pumping liquid out again before smearing it across his fingers, taking his length in his hand and slicking himself up, thumbing the head a little before having to stop. Mikey shifts a little and grabs a pillow from the head of the bed and lifts his hips before settling back down. He spreads his legs and Ray crawls between them, setting his hands on Mikey’s knees before pushing his legs up.
Ray leans over to kiss at Mikey’s lips before mouthing against them. “You ready?” He breaths and Mikey nods, leaning to kiss his husband before pushing at his shoulders and motioning him to start.
“Gorgeous.” Ray whispers before lining up and pressing forward in to Mikey’s heat. Ray pushes further until he’s all the way in, fully sheathed and stops, resting a little and relishing at the feeling of finally being inside of his husband, in their home, in their bed and fuck, Mikey can feel it too because his eyes are shut tight, teeth scraping at his lips and fingertips brushing against Ray’s shoulders, stroking the skin lightly.
Ray grins down before laughing a little, voice straining. “So good...” He mumbles out before his face falls in to another grin, his lips curling and his eyes glistening in the dim lights of their bedroom. Mikey’s mouth is already open, forming a gorgeous ‘O’ but when Ray starts to pull his hips back, almost pulling out Mikey laughs, throaty and thankful and when Ray pushes back in, deep and firm Mikey loses his smile to moan out, muttering Ray’s name under his breath as he does.
Keeping a steady rhythm Ray retracts his hips and slams them back again, filling Mikey once more. He repeats the motion, hips snapping forward as he gains speed, Mikey pushing back against him, un-tucking his legs and moving them down to use his feet to push his hips up to meet Ray’s. There’s a thin sheen of sweat covering Ray’s body as he continues to thrust, driving himself in and out of his husband and it’s collecting around his brows, sweat pooling and dripping down on to Mikey’s chest, where he reaches a hand up and smears the drops that haven’t fallen just yet across Ray’s face, stroking the skin too.
When Ray starts to pound harder, giving everything he has to ram his hips forward Mikey starts to growl, absolutely loving the feeling of being so full, so raw as Ray moves his dick in and out, stretching him open and pounding his prostate just right.
It’s when Mikey looks up at Ray, their eyes meeting he loses his head. He has a thumping in his ears but he can still make out the sound of skin slapping against skin, Ray’s balls hitting his ass as he moves and as he moves a hand to grab Mikey’s dick, he comes hot and quick and for fuckin’ ever.
Ray throws his head back as he feels Mikey clench around his dick, hot and tight and amazing and fuck, he’s going to come any second. He continues to thrust because if he pulls out with the excuse that Mikey’s finished, he will be told to fuck off and jerk off in the bathroom because Mikey loves it when he’s just come undone, tired and weak and Ray’s still fucking him, using him.
Mikey shifts a little and pushes his hips up again, come dribbling up his stomach and on to his chest as he does so. Ray tips his head back again, his muscles in his upper arms and thighs starting to burn. Mikey reaches a hand up to push through his husband’s hair and pulls hard, growling at the same time “Come on, Ray...” Mikey states in a firm tone and Ray moans, long and load as he starts to shake, his muscles slowly starting to give way on him. He nods, thrusting once, twice more and comes hard, deep inside of Mikey. He thrusts through his orgasm, body shaking and Mikey moaning at the sensation of Ray’s orgasm filling his ass.
A few moments later Ray slides out and Mikey groans, unhappy he’s so empty again. He rolls over and makes room for Ray to lay down, and when he does he moves his head to rest on Ray’s chest, kissing the sweaty skin.
“S’good to be home.” Mikey mutters against the stickiness, the sweat from his chest cool against his cheek.
Ray hums his approval and brings an arm around to stroke Mikey’s arm, letting his fingertips ghost against the skin.
“Mm, home.” Ray mutters and Mikey kisses his chest again before letting his eyes slip shut.