Tell Me Baby (who do you wanna be?) - Part Three
It’s just gone six when Mikey knocks on Ray’s apartment door, grinning when Ray opens it. He walks in and drops his backpack to the floor, kicks his shoes off and holds out his arms for a hug. Ray complies quickly and pulls him in for a hug. As they pull back Mikey leans up that little extra and presses his lips to Ray’s,[.] who is a little shocked at just how forward Mikey is being. They kiss for a moment, pressing and peeling their lips together and apart before Ray pulls back, glancing at Mikey’s smile.
“You’re happy...” Ray says, a little sceptical. He knows that Mikey is usually pretty chilled out, but he also remembers Gerard explaining to Ray about Mikey having highs and lows, and it seems like this could be a high.
Mikey rolls his eyes. “I’m just happy to see you.” He explains before pressing his lips to Ray’s again, silencing any protest he may have been working on.
As he pulls back again Ray nods and smiles back. “You want some food? Or want to watch the film first?”
Mikey smirks. “So there’s actually a film you want to watch?”
Ray furrows his eyebrows. “Yeaaah...” He drawls, clearly not getting what Mikey is trying to say. “Why?”
“Oh, no reason...” Mikey sounds slightly smug. “Just thought it might have been an excuse to see me...”
Ray grins and holds his arm out to push at Mikey’s shoulder gently. “You didn’t have to know I stopped by a store on the way home to get a new DVD...”
Mikey laughs and pushes at Ray’s chest. “Come on, go make me some food - I’m starving!”
Ray chuckles and rolls his eyes. “Yes, sir.”
Mikey grins and follows him towards the kitchen. Ray actually has food this time and, with Mikey’s help, makes them both a large bowl of pasta. They sit down on the couch after Ray pops the DVD into the player and, as the opening credits start to roll, Ray grabs the large salad bowl of pasta from the kitchen along with two forks.
Mikey grins when he sees Ray sit down and place the bowl in between them on the couch, handing Mikey a fork. They tuck in quickly, Mikey making appreciative moans as he stabs a few pasta spirals before bringing them to his mouth to chew them quickly.
Once they finish their food Ray quickly runs to the refrigerator and grabs two cold cans of soda before sitting back down, a little closer to Mikey this time and handing him a can with a smile.
“Thanks.” Mikey smiles back and opens the can quickly, taking a long, loud gulp of the beverage. He settles the can back down on the table in front of them before settling back down to watch the rest of the film.
He does worry a little, though, because soon they’re more than halfway through the film and Ray hasn’t touched him. He’s starting to fidget, his fingers starting to pick at one another and his teeth chewing at his lip. He starts to cast his mind back to the night before, this morning even when Ray couldn’t get enough of him, would make a high whining noise if Mikey pulled back from a kiss too quickly and now, Mikey’s anxiety can’t help but get the better of him as he worries that for some reason, Ray has changed his mind.
It’s as Mikey really starts to pick at his nails that Ray moves his hand and grabs at Mikey’s, taking his hand and lacing their fingers together. He glances over at Mikey and smiles at him quickly before averting his eyes back to the screen again. Mikey lets out a long breath that he apparently had been holding and tries to relax, focusing on the feel of Ray’s large hand and long fingers around his own.
They watch another film after the first’s credits roll and Ray slowly puts his arm around Mikey, gently pulling him in so that his body is leaning against Ray’s. He doesn’t feel so jittery anymore, he feels relaxed and soon, half way through the second film his eyelids start to droop, which is a very rare occurrence for Mikey.
“You want to go to bed? I could put the DVD on in there?” Ray asks as he squeezes Mikey’s hand and looks down at him with a small smile.
Mikey scrunches his eyes closed a little before opening them and nodding “You don’t mind?”
Ray reaches for the remote and ejects the DVD, making a mental note of how far in to the film they were. He squeezes Mikey’s hand again before leaning down to kiss at his knuckles.
“Of course not. Go get changed and I’ll be in after I’ve got us some drinks.”
Mikey yawns again and nods before pushing himself up from the couch and out of Ray’s embrace. He smiles though as he walks towards the door and grabs his backpack with his clothes in it, because he gets to spend another night in the same bed as Ray, and for some reason, after they spent a while kissing last night, Mikey had actually slept in the bed for a couple of hours.
He wanders in to the bathroom and closes the door, quickly stripping out of his jeans and reaches down towards his backpack to pull out a pair of comic strip pyjama pants. He pulls them on quickly and doesn’t bother to change his shirt. He brushes his teeth quickly and pisses before opening the bathroom door again and wandering towards Ray’s bedroom.
When he gets there Ray is already sitting on the bed, two glasses of milk at either side of the bed and he’s fiddling with the remote control, trying to get the DVD to play. It works after a few seconds and he finds the scene they were up to. Mikey smiles and stands a little awkwardly, glancing between the bed and Ray.
“Which side is yours?” Mikey asks and Ray points to the left side. Mikey nods and walks around the bed to the right side, before pulling back the covers and getting in to bed.
It’s strange, because the sheets smell of Ray. Mikey lies down and presses his head to the pillow and again, all he can smell is Ray. It’s not a bad smell though, anything but, and as Mikey closes his eyes he suddenly feels happy again. He sighs, though, because his moods really are pissing him off today.
Ray turns the lights off as the film starts to play where they left off and walks over to the bed. He quickly pushes his jeans from his hips so that he’s left in his boxers and a shirt and Mikey tries not to look. He feels the bed dip as Ray takes his place next to him, propping his pillows up so that he can see the film.
Ray looks over to Mikey and smiles. “Come here then, you not want to cuddle a little?”
Mikey laughs a little nervously and shuffles over to Ray where he lays his head on Ray’s broad chest, slowly adjusting his body to fit around him. He sighs as he settles because he can hear Ray’s heartbeat under his ear and it sounds oddly calming.
Mikey doesn’t even remember the feel of Ray’s hand stroking up his back or his mouth kiss at the top of Mikey’s head as his eyes start to droop again and he drifts off.
-
When Mikey wakes up there is something nagging at him, at the back of his mind he knows that there is something not quite right, that there is something that he knows he should be doing, but as Ray stirs next to him and turns around to pull Mikey in for a very unexpected morning kiss, he doesn’t care what he’s forgotten anymore.
They kiss for a few moments before Ray pulls back, smiling at Mikey and brushing some if his blonde hair away from his eyes. “You sleep any better?”
Mikey laughs thinking back to the near full night sleep he got. “Yeah, man. I have no idea how long it’s been since I slept for that long.”
Ray grins and leans up to kiss at Mikey’s nose before lowering them to kiss at his lips again.
“Mm. Happy you slept. Want to go out and get some breakfast?”
Mikey giggles a little and nods. “Sounds good.”
“Mm.,,” Ray agrees, and kisses at Mikey’s lips again before rolling over and climbing out of bed.
They end up driving to the nearest McDonalds in their pyjamas still and as they demolish a bacon, egg and cheese bagel each, they listen to the radio in the parking lot. Once they’ve finished Ray drives them back to his apartment.
When they get back Mikey realises that he’s left his cell on the sofa. He checks it for any missed calls and his eyes widen as he sees that he’s had over twenty missed calls from Gerard.
“Ray, I’m just going to ring my brother in your room...” Mikey trails off as he’s already walking off in the direction of Ray’s bedroom.
He calls Gerard quickly and sits on the bed until Gerard picks up and near shouts at him.
“Mikey. Where the. Where the hell are you?!” Gerard practically screams and oh fuck he’s knows exactly what he’s forgotten.
Therapy.
“Fuck. Gee, I’m sorry. I’m at Ray’s...”
“Mikey, you could have told me! I’ve had the therapist on the phone, asking where you were. Fuck, I thought you’d, I thought...I don’t even know!” Gerard panics and takes a long, deep breath as he finishes speaking.
“Gee, I’m really sorry. I’ve stayed at Ray’s place. I knew there was something I’d forgotten...”
“Why are you at Ray’s?” Gerard asks, curious now.
Mikey blushes a little and picks at a lose thread on his pants. “He invited me over. We kissed... a lot.”
Gerard sighs and laughs a little. “Yeah, I saw that coming...”
Mikey laughs for a second before mentally kicking himself. He actually missed a therapy session. He’s never missed one, even turned up to one drunk once because Gerard had forced him.
“I’m really sorry about missing my appointment, Gee. You think I should call her and let her know I’m alright?”
“Yeah, she thinks you’re about to kill yourself or something...”
Mikey laughs but it hurts a little because not so long ago, that may have been a true story.
“I’ll call her now. Sorry for freaking you out...”
“No problem. Call her then go kiss your boyfriend...” Gerard laughs and Mikey blushes again, but before he has time to protest that Ray really isn’t his boyfriend just yet, Gerard’s put the phone down.
Mikey sighs before he looks through his contact list and calls his therapist. She picks up within a few rings and he explains that he’s sorry but he completely forgot about his appointment, that he’s been so happy and wrapped up in things the past few days that it’s not even entered his head. He arranges his next appointment for next Saturday and puts the phone down, chewing at his lip before he wanders back out to the living room where Ray is lay across the couch, flicking through the TV channels.
“Everything alright?” Ray asks as he shifts towards the back of the couch and pats the space in front of him, motioning for Mikey to lie next to him.
Mikey nods and pads towards the couch, socked feet brushing against the plush carpet of the living room.
“I missed an appointment this morning,” Mikey confesses as he lowers himself on to the couch, his back pressing against Ray’s chest as he shifts to get comfortable, leaning his head against the large pillow that Ray has already moved for him.
Ray slips an arm around Mikey’s small waist and flattens his hand against his stomach, just holding him in place. Mikey’s skin feels like it’s vibrating when he feels Ray’s fingers brush against his middle.
“What did you miss?” Ray asks as he shifts backwards a little, making sure that Mikey has enough room.
Ray feels Mikey sigh underneath his hand, his stomach expanding and flattening again. “Therapy...”
Ray feels Mikey’s body tense as he speaks but he tries to keep as normal as possible, because the last thing he wants to do is to freak Mikey out.
“You can rearrange the appointment, right?” Ray asks, completely calm. He feels Mikey relax only slightly against him but as he starts to rub his hand in small, soothing circles across Mikey’s stomach, he hears Mikey sigh and nuzzle his head back in to Ray’s neck.”
“Yeah, just Gerard always takes me. He let himself in with his key this morning and couldn’t find me...” Mikey sighs again as he feels guilty for worrying his brother so much. “I think he thought I’d, I don’t know... I had to ring the therapist too, to let her know I was alright.”
Ray listens before he speaks and kisses at the top of Mikey’s head, briefly smelling his hair before he responds.
“I’m sorry you missed it because of me...” Ray says and Mikey starts to fidget, trying to turn around in his embrace. He finally does, though, after elbowing Ray in the side. He’s now facing Ray and he leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to Ray’s lips.
“It’s the first appointment in years I haven’t felt the need to go to, I missed it because I’ve been happy,” Mikey explains and Ray smiles.
“You’re happy?” he asks, because even though he knows Mikey completely, he doesn’t know much about his condition yet and he doesn’t want to ask too much at a time.
“Yeah, happiest I’ve been in a long time,” Mikey confesses, and it’s strange to him, to be talking about his feelings to somebody other than Gerard or his therapist. “I’ve even been sleeping, and that’s rare.”
Ray laughs a little, quiet and low but enough for Mikey to hear. He’s smiling too, and as he leans forward to kiss at Mikey’s lips again, he mumbles against them. “I’m happy you’re happy...”
Mikey smiles against Ray’s lips and leans in to kiss him, soft brushes of their lips together until Mikey moves his hand to Ray’s hip, slowly kneading the skin beneath his shirt as he opens his mouth and lets Ray’s tongue in, gently caressing his.
As their tongues mix together, gently pressing against teeth and the roofs of their mouths, Ray moves his hand a little, gently slipping past the hem of Mikey’s shirt and now against bare skin. Mikey moans a little, a content and relaxed noise echoing in his mouth and as Ray starts to stroke up and down the side of Mikey’s hip, gently letting his hands brush against his back and around again Mikey can’t remember the last time he’s ever felt this content. In all honesty, he doesn’t actually think he’s ever felt the kinds of feelings he’s got now as Ray is gently sucking on his tongue, hands roaming across his middle and back.
A few minutes later Ray pulls back and pecks at Mikey’s lips again, smiling against them as he squeezes at Mikey’s hip.
“I really missed you,” Ray whispers, and Mikey’s skin prickles at the intensity of his words.
“I missed you too, more than you’d believe,” Mikey whispers back, lips brushing against Ray’s as he leans in for another gentle kiss.
As Ray pulls back again he looks over Mikey and across to a small box that is sitting next to the TV.
“Want to unpack the Xbox, maybe play a few games?” He asks, gently brushing his fingertips across Mikey’s hip still.
Mikey grins. “Of course, I’m surprised it wasn’t the first thing you unpacked.”
Ray rolls his eyes and kisses Mikey once more before pushing him from the sofa, quickly following him.
After they set the Xbox up they spend the rest of the day playing different games, some old and some new that Mikey’s never even seen before. It turns out that the company Ray works for works alongside a lot of game companies, and a perk of the job is free games and demos.
When it gets to around 7pm Ray pauses the game, much to Mikey’s protests and wanders to the kitchen. He picks up various takeout menus that he’s managed to collect over the past month or so since being back in Jersey and hands them to Mikey, telling him to choose which one he wants. He chooses Chinese food, and after they phone the order through, Ray un-pauses the game and they carry on playing until their food arrives.
Mikey pouts half way through eating his food, though, because Ray’s done it again; paid for the food and not even given him a chance to offer any money towards the bill. Ray dismisses it though and tells Mikey to stop pouting because whether he likes it or not, he’s going to treat Mikey.
Once they finish eating, Ray changes the game again and they duel at some crazy rally game with pimped out cars and crazy tracks because, really, who is Ray to turn down free, crappy games.
When it gets to around 11pm and they’ve stopped gaming again to eat the leftover food, Ray yawns and Mikey catches it, yawning too.
“Bed?” Ray suggests and Mikey nods. “You want to take a DVD or are you sleepy?” Ray asks and Mikey cocks his head to the side, thinking for a moment before smirking.
“I’m tired, real beat...” Mikey yawns again trying to prove his point but Ray grins and pushes Mikey from the couch and towards the bedroom.
Mikey doesn’t bother changing out of the pyjama pants that he’s had on all day, and doesn’t even bother to change his shirt because he’s just too plain lazy. Ray does pull off his sweat pants though, stripping down to his boxers again and this time, Mikey lets himself look just for a moment. Ray’s legs are gorgeous. They’re lean and smooth, slightly tanned and only a little hair on the tops of his thighs. They look strong and solid and Mikey would be lying if the thought of those legs being wrapped around his head hasn’t crossed his mind at some point in his life.
When they pull the covers back and crawl in to bed, Ray automatically pulls Mikey in on his side, draping an arm around his body as he lets his hand start to stroke at the patch of skin between his pyjama pants and shirt. Mikey’s breath hitches as Ray lets his nails scrape at the skin just a little as he leans in to kiss him, completely covering his mouth with his own. Mikey sighs as Ray opens his mouth to let his tongue enter, the taste and feel growing more and more familiar with each kiss they share.
It’s a minute or so in to their kiss that Mikey finally lets his hands touch where they want to. He moves his hand to Ray’s hip, gently pushing his long fingers under the material of his shirt and letting them brush against the skin of his torso. He feels Ray tense underneath his fingers but the small whimper against Mikey’s lips makes him sure that he’s not tensing for Mikey to back off, so he lets his hand wander just a little bit further up his to his chest, gently caressing the skin as they kiss.
The room is fully dark again and the only thing Mikey can see as he opens his eyes a little during their kiss is Ray’s closed eyes, eyelashes gently flickering as he moves his hand up and down Ray’s middle, inching around his back and little and up towards his nipple.
It’s when Mikey actually lets his hand wander that little further up and his long fingers brush against Ray’s nipple, Ray moans long and low in to the kiss, completely letting go at any reservations he’s had. Mikey’s breath hitches a little too as Ray tightens his grip on Mikey’s hip, kneading the skin with his strong hands and pulling Mikey that little bit closer to him, their bodies now completely touching, head to toe.
Ray can start to feel his lips swelling, kiss-swollen and spit-slick as Mikey tongues the roof of his mouth again. He pushes his hips forward a little as Mikey lets his hand wander that much higher, and as he brushes his nipple again, Ray moans again and starts to feel himself grow hard. Mikey feels it too, against his thigh[,] but he doesn’t freak out, just laughs a little in to Ray’s mouth and pulls back from the kiss.
“We should try to sleep,” Mikey pants, lips kiss swollen and body tingling.
Ray nods, pupils blown and chest rising and falling quickly. “Y-yeah, other room to unpack tomorrow, right?” He reasons, trying to calm himself down.
Mikey nods before leaning forward to kiss at Ray’s lips again, heart pounding as he does so.
“Night, Ray,” Mikey whispers against his lips before turning around.
“Night, Mikes,” Ray whispers back, turning to lie on his back, his breathing slowly regulating back to normal.
Mikey stares in to the darkness for a moment before closing his eyes, a smile on his lips and his entire body still tingling from a few moments ago.
-
They wake up around the same time as the previous day and Ray decides that the first thing he has to do, apart from kiss Mikey, is to feed him. He jumps from the bed after kissing for a while and wanders in to the kitchen in his boxers, Mikey following and secretly staring at his ass. Mikey makes a mental note to grope Ray’s ass the next time they’re making out, because he’s always wanted to know what it would feel like under his hands.
Ray finds some rashers of bacon in the fridge that are still in date and fries them up, cooking them each an egg too and making the most amazing breakfast sandwich Mikey’s ever tasted. They eat in silence on the couch as Ray quickly flicks through the channels on the TV until he reaches cartoon network. Mikey grins around his sandwich, egg yolk dripping from the bread and on to his plate and Ray grins too, completely content with how they’ve just slotted back in to place. Ray’s not ignorant enough to think that everything is going to be fine, and that it’s just like old times again, because it isn’t, but it’s little things like this, seeing Mikey so happy and relaxed, that he can’t help but be thankful for.
As they finish their breakfast and watch cartoons for a while Mikey soon pokes Ray and tells him that they have things to do. Ray groans, lowering his body so that his head is resting on Mikey’s knee and pouts up at him.
“I don’t want to unpack anymore,” Ray complains and Mikey rolls his eyes, letting a hand drift down to stroke Ray’s curly hair.
“You’ve been here, what, over a month and you’ve not unpacked yet, dude.” Mikey speaks in a matter of fact way and Ray just groans, pushing up in to Mikey’s hand that’s caressing his hair. “Alright, five more minutes...”
Ray grins and Mikey only smiles down at him.
-
After they unpack the guest room Mikey announces that he should probably go and see his brother. Ray groans but nods because he knows that Mikey does need to see Gerard, especially as he missed his appointment.
“I don’t want you to go,” Ray complains as he’s got Mikey pressed up against his front door, peppering kisses across his neck and jaw. Mikey groans as he lets Ray kiss his skin, because in all honesty he doesn’t really want to leave either.
“Mm, me either,” Mikey mumbles as Ray starts to kiss at his cheek and he grins, feeling Ray’s slight stubble brush against his face.
“Think you should stay...” Ray whispers against Mikey’s ear as he kisses just under the lobe and Mikey shivers, because it’s probably one of the best feelings he’s had in a very long time. It’s new and exciting, but somehow familiar at the same time.
“Got to see my brother,” Mikey concludes and Ray groans against his skin but pulls back, leaning in to kiss at his lips now. It’s slow and gentle and as Mikey opens his mouth to let Ray’s tongue in.
“I’ll get to see you in the week?” Ray asks as he wraps his arms around Mikey’s middle and pulls him in for a hug.
“Yeah, want to come over and play some more bass?” Mikey suggests and Ray hugs him a little tighter.
“Sounds awesome. Tuesday?”
Mikey nods. “Yeah, see you then.” He smiles and pulls back from the hug to kiss Ray once more before turning away from the embrace, picking up his backpack and opening the door.
-
When Mikey walks through Frank and Gerard’s door, Gerard isn’t sure whether he wants to kill his brother or pull him in to a hug because, fuck, is that Mikey beaming?
Mikey drops his bag down at the door, much like he had done at Ray’s and walks over to the couch, plopping himself down with a sigh.
“So, you going to make some lunch?” Mikey grins over at his brother.
Gerard scowls. “I was worried sick about you, moron.”
Mikey holds his hands up but changes his expression so that it really does look apologetic. “I’m really sorry, bro. I was just... happy?”
Gerard’s face relaxes a little as he looks over at his brother, his face genuine and he can tell even from the way he walked over to the couch that his brother is happier in himself.
“It’s alright. Just please, warn me next time?” Gerard asks and Mikey nods. “You want some burgers? I think Frank was going to make some.”
Mikey grins and nods, because of course he wants burgers.
Frank does end up cooking them lunch and as Mikey pushes the last bite of his third burger in to his mouth, he pats his small stomach and mumbles “Done!” through a mouthful of food.
Frank and Gerard both look at him and laugh because really, for somebody so skinny he really does pack away a hell of a lot of food.
“So, you have a good time at Ray’s?” Frank asks as he leans forward and places his plate on the table in the middle of the room.
Mikey’s sat in the comfy recliner of course. “Yeah, I stayed over for a few days. I even slept.”
Frank raises his eyebrows. “Dude, that’s really good.”
Mikey nods and looks over to his brother that is sat, deep in thought. “What’s wrong, Gee?”
Gerard quickly snaps out of his train of thought and shakes his head. “Nothing, I’m just happy for you.”
Mikey grins. “Me too. I mean, I feel happier but I know I’m still sick. I’m not in denial or anything.”
“I know. Just, be careful, alright?” Gerard adds, and Mikey smiles and nods.
“So! Tell me more - he kissed you, right?” Frank practically beams, because if there is one person who’s up for a gossip, it’s Frank.
Mikey blushes a little but explains. “He kissed me when we were unpacking the other day, but he stayed at mine and we shared a bed...”
Gerard scrunches up his face. “I really don’t think I’m comfortable enough for this conversation...”
Frank scowls over at him and bats him with the back of his hand. Gerard yelps a little but quietens down.
“You didn’t?” Frank asks, eyes wide and excited to hear the rest of the story.
Mikey rolls his eyes. “No, moron. We just made out... a lot.”
Frank grins. “This is amazing!”
Gerard groans and rolls his eyes, because if there’s one thing he doesn’t want to talk about, it’s his brother’s making out antics.
-
Mikey’s been home all day cleaning. He’s completely blitzed the living room and his bedroom, even doing his laundry. It’s not as if he needed to clean much, but he’s been obsessing about Ray coming over again since he left Gerard’s on Sunday night. The good thing is that he’s been sleeping a little more, though, and last night he even slept in his bed, which apart from when Ray was with him, he hasn’t been able to do in a long time.
Mikey’s fairly calm all day. He takes his meds as usual in the morning and eats a little before setting to work on the cleaning. He feels a little anxious around midday, but he knows that for once it’s a good kind of anxious. He keeps thinking back to how things are with Ray, how they seem to have fallen back in to place, but a little more so with whatever it is they have going on right now. Mikey knows that Ray isn’t the type to kiss and run, but he still feels a little nervous every time Ray kisses him because he can feel himself falling for him, deeper than he has ever fallen for Ray before and he knows that if Ray leaves now, he really will be in trouble.
He’s quite surprised that he’s slept, too, because for the two nights he’s gone to bed since sharing a bed with Ray, he’s thought of kissing Ray for hours, remembering what he tasted like and how he felt next to him. He remembers feeling Ray growing hard, smirking at how forward his best friend is and kissing him quickly before telling him to sleep. Mikey’s been thinking about it a lot, but it comes as a surprise to himself that it’s not in a negative way, he doesn’t think of their time together and automatically think that it’s something he shouldn’t have done, that Ray is going to regret it in a few days and leave again. No, it’s more of a positive feeling; that finally, Ray is giving Mikey the attention he deserves.
It’s around six when Ray knocks on Mikey’s door. He opens the door with a smile and when he sees Ray standing there, jeans and t-shirt, bass bag on his shoulder Mikey can’t help but grin because really, Ray looks amazing.
“Hey, how was work?” Mikey asks as he moves back to let Ray step in.
Ray wanders in and over to the couch where he sets his bass down against it and sits down. “Ugh. Long,” He groans.
Mikey laughs and walks over to the sofa where he sits down next to Ray. “You get to steal any good games?”
Ray laughs a little and turns to Mikey. “No, sorry dude. You know I’ll keep watch for any cool ones, though.” He grins and Mikey grins back, reaching out to pull at a lose thread on Ray’s shirt. “You been busy?” He asks and Mikey shakes his head, no.
“No, saw Gerard on Sunday and I’ve been watching TV and cleaning... pretty boring.”
“Boring is sitting at a desk all day, dude.”
Mikey grins. “Swap?”
Ray shakes his head. “Hell no, you’d be in that warehouse with all the free games all day. You’d push the company into liquidation within a day, Mikeyway...”
Mikey fakes a hurt look but starts to laugh. “You know me too well.”
Ray grins a little, but truth is, he doesn’t know as much about Mikey as he would like to. Things change, and he knows that all too well. He knows that Mikey will speak to him, slowly and in his own time. It’s just hard when Ray wants to know everything, know exactly how to fix Mikey and make him all better, take away the hurt and the guilt and just love him. He knows it’s impossible to take it all away, but he knows that loving Mikey will help with his recovery, too.
“You want to play some bass?” Mikey asks as he looks over to Ray’s guitar case.
“That would be awesome. What you teaching me today?”
Mikey stands up and ponders for a second. “Another simple song? I have a hundred tab books, wanna choose?” Mikey asks and Ray nods with a smile.
Mikey grins and wanders in to his bedroom to grab his own bass guitar and amp, along with a sample of tab books from his large stack at the bottom of his wardrobe. He carries them in to the living room and dumps them down on the couch next to Ray, who starts to sift through them quickly. He quickly finds a Ramones one and flicks through until he finds a song that he loves. He folds the book backwards to keep the pages open and sets it between himself and Mikey.
“Good choice!” Mikey beams and plugs the amp in before taking the leads and plugging both of their guitars in to the amps Mikey has. He hands Ray a plectrum and slowly starts to play the opening notes. Ray grins and listens to Mikey play for a few minutes before trying it out himself.
They play for about an hour as Mikey slowly plays one section of the song and Ray follows until he remembers it by heart. Slowly, he starts to pick it up a little quicker and is able to remember more.
It’s soon though that Ray starts to complain.
“My fingers are screwed, man.” Ray whines and holds out his fingers to show Mikey, a small pout across his face.
Mikey laughs but pouts back at him, sympathetically. “They’re hurting because you are [you’re] just too awesome, you know that!”
Ray laughs but sets his bass down on the floor. He holds out his hands again for Mikey to look at but before he does Mikey sets his bass down, against the end of the couch.
“Let me see...” Mikey says and Ray pushes his hands forward a little more so that Mikey can look at the tips of his fingers.
He doesn’t bother looking at them, though, just takes hold of Ray’s wrist and pulls his hand to his mouth. Mikey lets his lips brush over the sore skin on Ray’s fingers and kisses at them, soothing the skin with his touch.
Rays smiles over to Mikey as he does so with each finger, slowly letting his lips brush against the red skin before moving on to the next one. When he’s finished though and run out of fingers to kiss Mikey pulls Ray over to him by the hand, lowering himself down on to the couch as he does so that when Ray moves, he’s lay on top of Mikey.
“That’s better,” Mikey mumbles as he watches Ray grin and shift a little.
“I’m not squashing you?” Ray asks with a frown.
Mikey shakes his head. “No, you feel good on top of me,” he mumbles again and as he does Ray lowers his head down, bringing his lips to Mikey’s.
At first the kiss is slow. It’s soft and slow and gentle but as Mikey opens his mouth and allows Ray to push his tongue inside, it starts to change. Mikey shifts his hips a little and as he feels Ray take his tongue and suck on it, he pushes his hips up without even thinking about what he’s doing. Ray moans though, right in to Mikey’s mouth and pushes back down and on to Mikey’s crotch.
Mikey brings his hands up from the couch and on to Ray’s back, pulling his shirt up until he can paw at the skin underneath, stroking it with his fingertips and scraping a little with his nails. Ray’s moaning even more so now, right in to Mikey’s mouth and on to his tongue, and it feels amazing.
Ray pulls back from the kiss a moment later with a gasp, as Mikey pushes his hips up again, now able to feel Ray growing hard in his jeans. He’s not the only one, though, because Mikey can feel his own dick rubbing against his boxers, half hard already with no sign of stopping. It’s strange, because Mikey always thought the next time he was intimate with somebody, it was going to be the most awkward situation possible, but it’s quite the opposite as Ray moves his lips down to Mikey’s throat, kissing at the pale skin before working his way around to the side of his neck, sucking gently, causing Mikey to moan out loud.
As Ray sucks a piece of Mikey’s neck in to his mouth again before pulling away again and staring down at Mikey as he pushes his hips down and Mikey pushes his up, he grins down, completely happy right now that fuck, they’re finally doing something.
Mikey’s making low, grunting noises. It’s slightly embarrassing because, yeah, this is Ray that is pressing down against his crotch with his own, and it’s certainly Ray’s cock he can feel against his own as he moans again, but it feels good, he feels alive and this is the closest to intimate Mikey’s been since his shitty time at college.
It’s when Ray quickly brings a hand down in between their bodies and starts to press his flat palm against the bulge in Mikey’s jeans that he loses it. Mikey throws his head back against the couch, eyes half open and mouth letting out low moans as Ray presses against his dick, hard and firm. It’s not skin to skin contact, but it’s enough for Mikey to feel like he’s going to come undone soon.
Mikey quickly moves a hand from Ray’s back and mimics Ray’s actions, pressing his hand in between their bodies and finding the distinct bulge in Ray’s jeans, pressing his fingertips across the denim, testing the waters, and when Ray moans, sliding his face down and on to the side of Mikey’s neck, he presses harder this time and with more intent.
It only really takes a few more presses of Ray’s hand against Mikey’s hard dick under his jeans for him to come. It’s embarrassingly fast and Ray’s probably never seen anybody come so quick, but right now, Mikey doesn’t care because he’s coming in to his pants with Ray’s hand on his crotch, and he’s panting against the side of Ray’s face.
Mikey doesn’t stop when he comes. He pushes Ray up from the position they’re in so that Ray’s on the other end of the couch, half slumped down, half still sat up, and as Mikey moves in to kiss him, he moans in to Mikey’s mouth and around his tongue as he feels Mikey’s hand press against his hard dick again, palm flat and satisfying. Ray takes a little longer to come, and Mikey can’t help but feel embarrassed again at how quick he’s come but he doesn’t get time to dwell on that thought too much because Ray’s pushing up against his hand, hips shaking and moaning right in to Mikey’s mouth and as he comes Ray pushes himself up from the couch and right in to Mikey’s hand.
He gasps as he comes back down, Mikey’s face leaning against his own as their noses touch. It takes a moment for them both to catch their breath, panting against one another’s lips before pecking at them carefully.
“Wow...” Mikey mumbles against Ray’s lip, feeling Ray laugh.
“Yeah...” Ray speaks, voice a little croaky and body still buzzing from his orgasm. That really is something he’s going to have to get used to, his orgasm with Mikey.He feels brilliant though, and so does Mikey because even though he came too fast and is about to apologise for doing so, he still feels the best he’s felt in a very long while.
“Sorry I didn’t last,]” Mikey mumbles, ducking his head a little as he feels his cheeks radiate with heat. In fact, his entire face is burning from where he’s been sweating, rutting up against Ray’s hand.
Ray scowls. “I wasn’t far behind you,” He offers and Mikey nods.
“It’s the meds. Either come too quick or take forever...” he admits, but Ray only smiles at him, leaning forward to peck at his lips.
“Might have to work harder next time...” he smirks, and Mikey laughs because, fuck yes, there is going to be a next time.
“You need to borrow some clothes?” Mikey asks, motioning down towards Ray’s ruined jeans. “I could wash those for you?”
Ray laughs. “I’ve got a change of clothes in my bag. You can wash these, though, if you like?”
Mikey smiles and nods. “Course, go get cleaned up...”
Ray nods and leans in to kiss at Mikey’s lips again before pushing him off of him and heading towards the door to pick up his bag before moving towards the bathroom.
Mikey sits there still for a few moments, thinking about what has just happened in his head, the fact that he can feel sticky, warm come starting to dry in his pants, the fact that Ray made him come in his pants.
He’s scared suddenly, but it’s a good kind of scared, and when Ray throws his clothes from the bathroom for Mikey to wash, he feels more excited and giddy than scared.
Ray stays over again, and, following the last few nights of them sleeping over at one another’s house, they make out in bed until they’re panting against the other’s lips, muttering a good night before turning around and grinning as they slowly fall to sleep.
The next morning Mikey wakes up a little earlier than Ray. He wanders out through the living room and in to the kitchen where he makes himself a piece of toast and a mug of coffee. He slowly sips at it as he wanders over to the other side of the kitchen, opening the cupboard to get his medicine box out.
He puts his mug down as he remembers that he’s forgotten to sort through his meds yesterday, sorting each tablet out (and halving them) and putting them in their respective compartments which are labelled by days, making it easier to remember what he’s taken and when.
Ray wakes up just after though, because he comes padding out in to the kitchen in nothing but his boxers. He’s still half asleep and his hair is a mess, but when Mikey sees him, he smiles at how gorgeous he looks.
“Morning...” Mikey smiles and Ray yawns again before coming up behind Mikey and circling his arms around his middle, resting his chin on Mikey’s shoulder.
“What you doing?” Ray asks quietly, voice still sleep ridden.
Mikey tenses a little but soon calms as Ray is rubbing small circles on his stomach. “Sorting my meds out.” he replies, honest and calm.
“Cool. Want some help?” Ray asks as he rubs small circles on Mikey’s stomach with his strong hands.
Mikey nods. “Yeah, want to break some in half?” he asks, because he knows that if he slowly lets Ray in, slowly lets him help, that this is all going to be a lot easier for them both.
“Mm, where do I start?” Ray asks as he kisses Mikey’s clothed shoulder before letting him go and standing beside him, waiting until Mikey hands him a pile of pills that he pushes from the foil and breaks in half.
It’s certainly a different experience for the morning after, but Ray is happy that Mikey is allowing him to help, showing him a side of the bipolar that will always be there, no matter how happy he seems. He’s happy that Mikey is trusting him, letting him in and allowing him to help. He smiles over to Mikey as he pops the pills from the foil and breaks them in half with his fingers, watching Mikey as he smiles back.
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Ray has to work late the next two days, so it’s not until Friday afternoon that Mikey sees him again. He comes in to the shop and luckily it’s not that busy, so when Mikey sees him walking towards the counter he grins and stands up to walk around the front of the counter.
“Hey, you,” Mikey greets and Ray smiles, putting his guitar case down against the front of the counter and walks forward to pull Mikey in to a hug.
“Good day?” Ray asks as he pecks at Mikey’s lips before moving back a little, looking around the shop. “It’s empty in here, been bunking?” Ray grins.
Mikey rolls his eyes. “No, it was busy until lunch, it’s been dead ever since.” Mikey moves forward a little and starts to toy with the buttons on Ray’s shirt, which is still tucked in to his dress pants that he has to wear for work. Mikey looks down at the middle and starts to pull Ray’s shirt from inside of his pants, un-tucking it until it hangs down, a little messy.
“You quite finished undressing me?” Ray smirks and Mikey grins as he moves his fingers to Ray’s top button, loosening his tie and un-popping the first two buttons.
“Now I’m done...” Mikey grins and leans forward to kiss Ray on the lips before he walks past him and towards the shop door, locking it quickly and flipping the ‘closed’ sign. “Want to go and play?” Mikey asks as he walks back, motioning towards Ray’s guitar case.
Ray grins and nods before picking the case up and wandering through to the back room. Mikey hasn’t brought his guitar with him, but he wanders to the bass section of the shop and grabs the one he’s had his eye on for months before carrying it in to the back room. Frank would probably kill him if he knew he was using one of the most expensive guitars he has to sell, but Mikey doesn’t care because it’s gorgeous.
“Right. So I thought I could teach you some tabs today?” Mikey suggests and Ray nods.
“Sounds good, then I can borrow some of those awesome tab books you have.” He grins and Mikey smiles.
“And who said you could borrow them, hmm, Toro?” Mikey smirks, but Ray only leans forward to where Mikey has just sat down on the couch and pecks at his lips. “Mm, it might cost you a kiss at a time - to borrow them, that is...”
Ray smirks back and kisses at Mikey’s lips again. “Fine by me.”
They spend a while with Mikey talking Ray though basic sheet music. He picks it up well though, because it doesn’t take much teaching on Mikey’s half and Ray’s already picking little parts from the sheet music, playing them slowly and with a few mistakes, but it’s good enough for Mikey to know what he’s trying to play.
“You know, Mikeyway, you’re a really good teacher...” Ray claims as he continues to strum small parts of a bass-line out, now able to talk and play at the same time.
Mikey furrows his eyebrows and ducks his head a little. “You’re just saying that,” he complains, but Ray rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
“No, I’m serious. You’re a great teacher, look how quick I’ve managed to pick this up.” Ray plays a little to prove his point. “I totally think you’d make an awesome music teacher.” He smiles, and Mikey makes a disbelieving face.
“A music teacher? I don’t think so...” Mikey says, but Ray sets his own bass down on the floor before taking Mikey’s from his hands. He pulls Mikey towards him so that he can wrap an arm around him and so Mikey’s head is on his chest.
“You’re a lot more awesome than you think, you know...” Ray mumbles against Mikey’s hair as he kisses at the crown of his head.
Mikey sighs. “Bipolar does this to you, no self confidence...” Mikey he admits, and before he can even think about what he’s just said Ray is holding him tighter, arms around his small middle.
“I can help you with that.” Ray promises and kisses at Mikey’s head again.
“That would be good.” Mikey whispers before thinking for a moment. “I always felt invincible with you next to me in high school...”
Ray grins and tilts Mikey’s head up so that he can look him in the eye. “That’s because you are invincible, Mikes,” he smiles, and Mikey smiles back, actually feeling like he could believe something like that for once.
Part Four
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