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Normally, the tour bus is a calm place. Well, as calm as you can get with four men in a cramped vehicle going 60 mph. Despite how much more roomy this was compared to their van days the only real difference the bus made was providing more room to put their shit in. Oh, and the sweet new traveling studio was pretty cool too, if Ray had to admit.
That’s where the band is now, getting hard at work on that new album or at least that’s what they’re supposed to be doing. Honestly it seems like Ray’s the only one who wants to keep the band around with how much dicking around everyone else does. Gerard and Frank are in the mini studio with him, swept up in another meaningless conversation that started as soon as they entered, and Mikey was god knows where- it’s better not to ask.
It’s not like Ray really cared though, as long as he had his laptop, guitar, and a working set of headphones he was pretty much set. Nothing could draw him out of this new riff that he’d been mulling over for the past 30 minutes. It struck him out of the blue as he was taking a piss after the show today.
He had his eyes closed, letting his fingers do the talking. That was until he heard a loud thud and felt the ground of the bus shake a little, which should’ve been hard to do since they were already moving. Ray lets out a sigh before he shoves off his headphones, because really can’t a guy get a break just for one night I mean heaven knows he needs it. He lets his eyes begrudgingly lift open to see what the fuck is going on, only to wish he had kept them closed.
Frank and Gerard are both on the ground, smacking and kicking at each other but in a way that makes them look like two turtles struggling on their backs. Gerard, however, seems like he’s on a mission to drill Frank into the ground with his feet, and Franks giggling in between broken gasps of air trying to deflect the kicks with any limbs he can. The whole scene wouldn’t have made Ray give a second glance any other night, but tonight. That riff has been on his mind for hours now and he’d be damned if he was going to let their little bitch fight interrupt.
At the same moment Gerard must’ve caught a glimpse of Ray’s hair bobbing from distraughtly rubbing his temples raw, because his legs seized their assault on Frank. He plastered a look on his face that was halfway between pleading and innocence, very Gerard-like to not make up his mind even when it came to expressions.
“Ray tell Frank he’s fucking wrong!” Gerard shouted from across the tiny room. Accentuating the last two words with rough kicks to Frank, or what would’ve been Frank had he not dodged them so effortlessly.
Seriously Ray has had it up to here with them, which is not an easy feat considering he’s typically the laidback one of the group, but he has no idea what they’re talking about.
“What are you talking about?”
“Really, dude? Were you not listening to us at all?” Gerard shuffles himself so he’s entirely facing Ray now and Frank is still muffling laughs to himself beside them.
Of course Ray wasn’t listening because he was the only one doing what they were supposed to be doing in the first place. He’s definitely going to have to remember to give himself more credits on this album, like actually writing down the percentage and everything. It’s not like the others would proofread it anyways, well maybe Mikey after the thing Frank tried to pull with his “I’d like to thank” section. Ray really thought Frank was a goner that day if not for Gerard restraining Mikey and telling him we couldn’t find another rhythm guitarist in time for the tour.
“Hello, earth to Ray, did you hear me? I just asked you a question” Gerard snaps at him.
Once again Ray is pulled from his peaceful train of thought.
“Hey, I wouldn’t have had to have listened if we’d all been working on this song together, y’know like a band is supposed to” and Ray is not going to lose it over this- not like this.
Gerard rolls his eyes and Ray thought only Mikey had a signature eye roll but it seems to run in the family. “Yeah, okay so little Frankie here said I would be an ugly girl, which is just fucking ridiculous because I mean,” he makes little hand motions going up and down his body as if to accentuate it. “C’mon Toro, you know I’d be a hot chick.”
“You fucking wish Gee, you’d be borderline decent at least!” Frank says, wincing a bit as Gerard lands a good kick to his thigh.
“Excuse me, Christina fucking Ricci ring a bell to you, dickwad? We’re practically twins and she’s definitely hotter than your smartass.”
Ray is rubbing his face with both hands, like it could take him back to before this conversation- and a newfound headache- started. Maybe he was working too much. Refocusing his mind back onto what Gerard had said, before he went feral on Frank again, Ray thinks and thinks and… in all honesty, Gerard would make a pretty girl. Hell, he already has the feminine features. With those big doe eyes that pop right out of his skull as he’s screeching on stage, along with the plump lips that always seem to be slicked with spit, and- wait, Ray’s losing the plot. Anyways, since Gerard is already pretty hot now, why wouldn’t he make for a nice girl?
He’s brought out of his thoughts by someone impatiently calling his name. “So am I hot shit or what?” Gerard asks, and because of that there’s no way Ray is telling him anything.
“I’m not telling you anything.”
“What, why the hell not?”
Then a lightbulb goes off right above Ray’s curly fro’.
“Because we’re supposed to be working, if you haven’t noticed.”
“Dude, we just played a show,” Frank decides to chime in and Ray just gives him the most exasperated look he can muster, but then he flashes Gerard a fake grin usually reserved for the press.
“Look if you help me finish this song then maybe I’ll consider answering your ridiculous question.”
For a second, Ray doesn’t think that this idea will work as Gerard’s face scrunches up. But if he really wants to hear Ray’s opinion then- hey, it's worth a shot, right? Within the next couple of seconds he watches as Gerard gets up, walks over, and plops on the open spot next to him. Flipping the hair out of his eyes and staring expectedly at Ray. He snaps his fingers gesturing for Frank to come sit his ass down, which he actually obeys- although reluctantly- and wow. Okay, so Ray didn’t actually think this was going to work, but it’s not like he’s going to complain. It’s a very rare occurrence where everyone is willing to work at the same time, on tour at least.
The rest of the night is spent working on the song. Ray is mainly spending time figuring out the whole riff thing with Frank while Gerard experiments with his voice. It isn’t so much singing actual words, more like a mix of simlish and screams, kinda. After about an hour of arguing with Frank about how the song should end, Gerard offers the helpful solution of actually getting some sleep before having to wake up in the next three hours. Ray thinks they’ve made good progress. He also realizes that he’s tired as fuck.
Frank is the first out of the studio, zooming past him and Gerard like they’ve got the black plague and the room is already infected. Five seconds after Ray can hear the pullback of a curtain and a muffled scream- or two? Huh, so that’s where Mikey’s been. When he hears things settle down, Ray turns his attention back to putting away his gear, then his face is met with a set of doe eyes that nearly make him jump off the small couch. It’s just Gerard- who Ray had thought would have left already, but that wouldn’t make much sense since Ray was looking at the door the whole time and- anyways, it’s Gerard, and he’s staring at Ray like he’s trying to explode him with his mind. Ray does not have the mental capacity to figure out what he wants right now, so he’s not even going to try.
“What is it?”
Gerard just keeps staring. Nice. At this point Ray is just about to crash on the couch, so if he isn’t getting a response then he hopes Gerard doesn’t mind snoring, and putting everything away by himself.
“Really?” Gerard's got his head slightly tilted to the side and eyebrow quirked up in annoyance. Before Ray can respond with a grouchy ‘yes really’ Gerard makes that same hand gesture from earlier when he was talking about- oh okay, now Ray is on the same page. But he’s not going to let Gerard know that. Not yet.
Instead he continues to put his stuff away, ignoring how Gerard is still peering at him from behind, and walks out the door, right into his bunk. He knows that Gerard wouldn’t disturb him if he went to sleep. Just because Gerard has a horrible circadian rhythm, it doesn’t mean he should go and make it worse for others too. So that was the end of that conversation, for the meantime at least. Ray just wanted to see if he could squeeze some more work out of this- and if it meant teasing Gerard a bit too then well, that was just a plus side.
Once he gets settled in the bunk he can hear Gerards footsteps. A little heavier than normal along with a harsh swish of the curtains to what he can only assume is Gerard's bunk. The last thoughts going through Ray's mind as he drifts off to sleep is that he's a genius. All the more proud of himself when he can hear Gerard mumbling profanities to nobody in particular.
~
The next day comes too fast, like seriously, they’re all running on three hours of sleep. No normal person can function like this. Well, except for Gerard. Ever since they got up he hasn’t left Ray alone. First it’s him waking Ray up for an interview. Then it’s him purposefully sitting next to Ray during said interview, which Ray wouldn’t have minded had he not been jabbing his elbow into his side the entire time. Then it was following him to get coffee after said interview, he didn’t even order anything, just stood there silently.
Throughout the day Gerard continued to follow Ray around like a lost puppy, except less cute and more annoying. Occasionally they would make eye contact- Gerard waiting to hear the answer to his question from the night before- but Ray quickly averted his gaze every time. Later Gerard grew more impatient and tried to bring it up to him directly, only to have Ray feign ignorance or claim he didn’t know what he was talking about.
It was getting a little tiring for Ray. He’s certainly not used to attention, even if it was from a close friend. That was more of Frank or Gerard’s thing.
Ray had managed to escape Gerard momentarily at sound check- he’ll admit he did go out a little earlier than the others. But by the time the concert was about to start Gerard was still nowhere to be seen. Which was worrying considering they needed the frontman to perform.
He was starting to feel guilty. Maybe he’d been too mean, which honestly seems like a ridiculous thought even if it was Gerard, but this was Ray and knowing his kind soul he’d feel guilty for rubbing a cat the wrong way.
Mikey and Frank were off on the other side of the stage. When Mikey glances over towards him, he tries to non-verbally communicate from across the stage. Ray makes a hand motion similar to holding a microphone and holds it up to his mouth, shrugging his shoulders. Now he knows he doesn’t have that weird silent sibling communication thing that Mikey and Gerard have- but anyone can understand charades, right?
Wrong. Very Wrong.
Mikey has no fuckin’ clue what the hell Ray is getting at. Is he asking him for a blow job? For something to eat? They’re literally about to start the show, it’s really not the time for this.
Mikey’s face scrunches up into an expression that says ‘dude, seriously,’ and then Frank starts to take notice, and at this point Ray is just about to give up and walk over to ask. That is until he hears the shrieks of thousands of teenage girls.
Gerard seems to have finally made it, albeit cutting it a little close.
Ray doesn’t care though, he’s just relieved he didn’t upset Gerard. He still feels a little bad though and wants to give a quick apology to him before the concert starts. So he turns towards the side Gerard usually enters on and- holy shit. Gerard has had some eccentric costumes in the past, but this was different.
He was wearing a schoolgirl uniform, but not just any regular one. No. This was a slutty schoolgirl uniform, or at least it seemed like that with the way it looked on Gerard. It also looked more high quality than the stuff at party city or spirit halloween, so obviously some thought had gone into it. In fact, it sort of reminded him of the ones from the ‘I’m not okay’ video.
Ray was in shock. His mouth was actually hanging open, like something you’d only see in cartoons. It takes him a couple blinks to regain his composure and he swears he sees Gerard give him a wink, flashing him a devilish smirk. He looks over to Frank and Mikey who briefly seem just as lost as he is, but they’re professionals and this is Gerard, it’s just another Thursday for them.
Gerard makes his way to the front of the stage, strutting a little differently from his usual stage persona. More.. seductive? Whatever it is, the crowd goes fucking wild for it. There’s a mix of praise and catcalling that Ray can make out, and honestly his brain is still trying to catch up. All the noise slowly comes to a halt as Gerard lifts his hand up, prompting the crowd to ‘shh,’ which they so obediently do.
“Hey guys! I’m so sorry to have to tell you all this but Gerard unfortunately can’t make it today.” Gerard says, pausing to hear the roar of the crowd. His voice is higher pitched too.
“I know, it’s very sad, but I’ll be filling in for him today!” Another pause and the crowd is loud enough that they could make ears bleed.
“Thank you all, my name is Gee! Please take care of me for tonight!” And just like that they jump into the first song.
Don’t get him wrong, Ray loves it when Gerard does crazy stuff like this, everyone does. But not a single one of them saw this coming. What Ray also didn’t see coming was this new stage persona Gerard- no, Gee, was putting on. Usually Frank and Gerard are the ones all up on each other, like full on grinding and shit. Not tonight though. Tonight Gee was spending all their time on Ray’s side of the stage.
At first, it was only Gee strutting their way over and occasionally grazing him. Ray didn’t mind the touching at all, as long as it didn’t affect his playing. He was kind of a touchy person himself. They made it through four songs before Gee decided to amp things up. Giving Ray those light touches was only them testing the waters. Now it was time to get serious. Gee headed straight for Ray, determination and intent the only thing on their mind, as they got closer. Ray was too busy playing to notice- typical.
In his own headspace, Ray wasn’t aware that Gee was pressing right up against him until he felt himself leaning forward way too much for it to just be himself losing balance. Somehow they had snuck up behind him and began leaning on his back- wait no, this didn’t feel like leaning- oh god. Gee was grinding on him. Very unconventionally though, kinda like they were trying to use Ray as a stripper pole. He almost fell off the stage and into security had he not been pulled back up by his guitar strap. Face met dangerously close to Gee’s, but not touching. They leaned closer to whisper something in his ear that Ray almost didn’t hear over the screaming crowd.
“Who’s a pretty girl now?”
Gee tipped him back on his feet, ruffled his hair, sauntering off returning to center stage, and leaving Ray with a shiver up his spine and growing heat on his cheeks.
His body kept moving, playing on muscle memory, but mentally he was crashing. This whole charade Gee was putting on lasted throughout the rest of the show. There was licking, biting, scratching, even a little dry humping… okay a lot of dry humping, and Ray was beginning to fear for his life. Either the physical injuries or pure embarrassment would be the end of him, it was just a matter of what came first. Ray didn’t think he could last long enough to find out though. It was all just too much.
The adrenaline that came from performing went straight to places that aren’t meant to be on display. Gee must’ve taken notice of this because the attacks became even more unrelenting, if that was possible. In addition to the physical torture, Gee decided that verbal assault was necessary as well- and by verbal assault they meant dirty talk. Specifically the type of dirty talk you’d only see in those shitty pornos, which somehow did wonders for Ray’s crotch.
Not particularly wonderful for him though.
The show couldn’t have ended any slower. I mean come on- how long does it take to play one encore, take a bow, and get the fuck out of there. Ray's pants were feeling too tight to the touch, chaffing in all the wrong places. He was trying his best to hide behind his guitar while Gee took their sweet time blowing kisses and thanking the crowd. Really? This isn’t fucking broadway, dude. After they all took their group bow and thanked the fans some more, Ray bolted off that stage like his life depended on it, which to him it did.
He headed straight for the dressing room, only fumbling with the lock three times. His hand worked at the fly on his jeans and- where the fuck was the zipper. God, he hated Gerard- or Gee- whatever the hell they called themselves. Some of the tension on his dick was released, as he finally got his pants open. He lets out a sharp hiss when the cold meets his skin. His hand begins to stroke, eager to calm the storm, and the only thoughts going through his head were of Gerard. Despite everyone’s assumptions, Ray wasn’t the straight track cis-male that he was cut out to be. There have definitely been situations that would have labeled him otherwise. Like now, as he imagined Gerard sitting obediently on his knees. His eyelashes fluttering as he gazes up at him. Mouth ready and waiting to be used.
“Fuck,” Ray sputters out, fist in his mouth to stifle the noises.
It was a messy finish, he didn’t have time to waste dragging things out in case someone came looking for him. That didn’t seem to be the case though. When he came out everyone was still in the backstage area. Admiring Gerard.
“No, I can see it,” Mikey says. “I always thought you looked good in mom’s dresses.”
“Man, okay, you really got me here this time Gee. I guess you really did have it in you.” Frank comments with a smirk on his face, casually eyeing up Gerard.
Gerards grinning from ear to ear, overjoyed from his bandmates' appraisals. All except one, who’s been missing since they exited the stage. As if right on cue, Ray walks up to them, shifting a little uncomfortably. Gerard takes notice of this and, somehow, his smile grows impossibly bigger.
“Where ya been, Toro? You’re missing out on all the fun,” Frank says.
Ray just shrugs and gives the vague answer of ‘around’. He can see Mikey looking at him from the corner of his eye, and all of a sudden his heart stops. Mikey staring is never a good thing. That dude has the ability to see through souls just by shaking a hand, so Ray being observed meant bad news for him. It would destroy Ray if anyone found out about the events that had just occurred moments before in the dressing room. Not because he was afraid of being outed or anything- let’s face it, everyone was okay with that here- but because Ray is a shy guy, and not an exhibitionist.
Mikey ends up getting swept up in another conversation with Gerard, but not before squinting his eyes really hard at Ray, as if he were trying to read what his sweat drops were writing on his skin. This was not an exaggeration either as Ray was sweating bullets, having come straight from a show and now eye interrogated by Mikey.
They all talk a bit more while helping the techs put everything away- just because they were famous didn’t mean they had to be assholes- then Brian is getting on their asses for not being back on the bus already. Alright, maybe they misjudged the situation here but only because they were being good Samaritans, so this was a win in Ray's book.
As Ray is putting one last thing away before catching up with the others- who didn’t feel like getting extra scolded by Brian- he feels someone grab his shoulder. It sends a shiver down his spine and he looks over his shoulder to see Gerard with a side-smirk on his face. He wasn’t grabbing his shoulder either, instead the tips of his fingers were slowly caressing it. Ray’s breath hitched as Gerard leaned in closer, just like before onstage, and whispered into his ear.
“Your fly is down.”
And like that Gerard was gone as soon as he appeared, skipping- no, fucking prancing to meet up with Frank and Mikey.
~
Ray was still pent up and a little upset with Gerard. It’s been a couple hours after the show and he’s been holed up in the mini studio ever since. He’s still trying to finish that song from yesterday, but can’t really focus due to the events of tonight. Thankfully all of his bandmates hate to work, so nobody has come to disturb him.
Then the door handle jiggles a bit and Ray realizes he spoke too soon. In comes the one and only star of the night, probably to stick it to Ray some more. Hasn’t he already done enough? Did the literal clothed sex on stage not do anything to satisfy him? Ray is already feeling defeated when Gerard comes into full view. He sees that he isn’t sporting that costume from earlier though- probably because it was wet with sweat and smelled like it too- instead he’s wearing some loose skull-and-crossbone pajama pants and a ratty looking t-shirt that definitely used to be a band tee, but any trace of it was lost by now. There’s the Gerard he knows.
Ray notices now that he’s also got two cups of coffee in his hands and one’s being shoved into his chest, which he hastily grabs before it’s spilt all over his lap. Gerard sits down next to him and they both just stay there for a couple minutes, silently sipping away at the coffee. Gerard is the first to finish, setting his cup down on the ground and not on the table that’s right in front of them. Ray’s still nursing his own cup when Gerard decides to lean on him, going further.. and further.. and further.. until his head is resting on Ray’s lap. This doesn’t surprise Ray, he knows Gerard is a touchy feely person. He probably could’ve been a cat in another life.
“Hey,” Gerard looks up to Ray and his voice sounds a little raw from performing earlier.
“Hi.”
Nothing more is said, hell- nothing more needs to be said. That’s just how they were. It wasn’t the level of connection that Mikey and Gerard had, nothing could beat that, but it was their own special version. Gerard ends up nuzzling his face into Ray’s stomach and curling up on his side, which causes a flurry in Ray’s abdomen. Ignoring it, he goes back to finishing his cup while his other free hand makes its way to Gerards hair. It’s greasy and damp with what Ray is hoping is just sweat, and it should make him want to sprint to the closest sink, or spray Gerard down with a hose, but it doesn’t. He likes these moments, the quiet calmness of it all makes him feel like the world revolves around them.
Ray doesn’t know how long he’s been petting Gerard for, just that he’s been long done with his coffee. There aren’t any noises coming from the main part of the bus, meaning everyone has probably passed out by now or went to party somewhere else. He can feel Gerard’s steady breaths on his stomach, letting out small noises every now and then, probably from a dream.
Then Ray’s mouth starts to move on its own accord.
“For the record, I’ve always thought you were pretty. Girl or not.”
It’s just barely above a whisper, but still audible enough for Ray to hear himself. He’s still mindlessly stroking Gerard’s hair when he feels him stirring underneath his hand. Ray thinks it must be part of the bad dream- that is until the stirring becomes more abrupt, and the noises of discomfort turns into muffled laughter. His hand pulls away from the tangled mess of locks and he can see Gerards mouth upturned into that sideways grin of his.
“Gotcha,” Gerard sheepishly says, attempting to turn his face to Ray who is already pushing him off his lap, which in turn causes Gerard to laugh more.
“Hey- hey, stop! I’m sorry okay, I really was trying to sleep but then you did that whole stunt and I couldn’t keep it in! So, technically, if this is anyone’s fault, it’s yours,” and Ray cannot believe him right now, much less the fact he still finds Gerard attractive after all this. The pure joy in his eyes and filthy strands of hair swinging down to frame his stupid face shoots cupid arrows straight into Ray’s heart. Why would God grace the earth with this devil in an angel's body? It’s not fair that Gerard’s the only one getting a kick out of this. Ray was supposed to be the one with the upper hand here, not him.
Then an idea pops into Ray’s head and Ray’s ideas are always great.
Gerard is coming down from his laughing fit when Ray leans in fast. He had intended to press a chaste kiss to his forehead, but Gerard decided then was a good time to tilt his head up, causing him to miss the forehead entirely… and land on a pair of lips instead. Ray realizes all too late, but pulls back quick enough when he does. As his focus readjusts he can see Gerard’s mouth agape and his eyes are staring off into the distance behind Ray. He. Feels. Awful. Gerard definitely hated that from the reaction he’s getting. Oh god, was that technically sexual assault?
Ray’s already jumping into an apology.
“Oh god- Gee, I didn’t mean to. You weren’t supposed to move! I was being stupid, please don’t kick me out of the band,” Ray’s rambling is cut short by a kiss. Wait, that can’t be right. The sight of Gerard's lips on his makes him go cross-eyed a bit, but he just can’t believe it unless he sees it for himself.
All the worry in his brain dissipates and replaces itself with exhilaration. He melts into the kiss only to feel Gerard do the same, his arms reaching up around Ray's neck to pull him closer. It’s sloppy and fast, each movement chock-full of desire. Ray’s hands eventually start to move from the couch to Gerard’s thighs, then his waist, all the way up until he’s cupping his face. Gerard takes this as an invitation for more and tries to nudge his tongue into Ray’s mouth. From that point on it’s a clash of teeth and tongues, wrestling each other for dominance, and Ray has to pull away in order to not lose it completely when Gerard lets out a moan. He leans back a bit to take in the sight of Gerard, heavily panting as his mouth is plump and soaked with spit. The image sends signals straight to Ray's dick.
Gerard’s eyes are glazed over for a moment, drawing back to reality as he realizes they’re not in the middle of a hot make out session right now. He tries to dive back in for Ray's mouth but is stopped by Ray's hands keeping him still, and Gerard lets out a whine.
“Wait, Gerard, just- hold on,” Ray says and Gerard absolutely hates those words but complies anyways if it gets them back to tongue fucking each other. A second later he’s being scooped up into Ray’s lap.
“Oh fuck yeah,” Gerard growls out. Ray chuckles at that but it quickly turns into a hiss as Gerard starts grinding on his dick. “Hah, who’s laughing now, asshole?”
Oh, so that’s how he wanted it to be, huh? Alright, two can play at that game.
One of Ray’s hands grabs a handful of Gerard’s ass and the other pulls him into a deep kiss. Gerard can’t help the noises that escape his mouth- he’s a singer, of course he’s gonna be vocal, sue him- and Ray tries his best to shut him up with the kissing. Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t work. When he shoves his tongue in deeper, it elicits louder moans and when he pulls it away, it gets him needy whines.
“You need to be quiet if you want me to continue,” Ray whispers a little harshly, suckling at the open skin on Gerard’s neck, who tilts his head back in response. Gerard goes dead silent. His fingers digging into Ray’s back and his body vibrating underneath Ray's hands. Ray could get used to this. He keeps going at Gerard’s neck, biting until he can feel that Gerard’s a hot mess underneath him, panting and moving his hips to get any source of friction.
Gerard’s crotch brushes against Ray’s own, causing him to bite down harder than he meant to on Gerard’s neck and suck in a sharp breath. He hadn’t noticed the growing bulge in his own pants. Gerard had just about enough of being silent, that last bite completely undoing him. He lets out a low growl and pushes Ray’s back against the couch. He looks like he’s about to protest, but then Gerard rubs his ass against his own hard-on and now Ray’s the one being controlled.
There’s a satisfied groan that leaves Gerard’s lips and he gets all up in Ray’s face. “Listen, motherfucker, if you don’t fuck me senseless into this couch right now, I’m gonna do it my-fucking-self,” and how can Ray say no to that?
Before Gerard can complain some more, Ray’s already flipping them over, pinning Gerard’s wrists down and taking him in. He didn’t think that he was staring for too long but apparently Gerard thought so. “Would you quit staring and get inside me already?” God, he’s impatient. Ray doesn’t mind taking it slow though, in fact that’s how he prefers it, milking in every touch and sound elicited from whoever he’s doing it with. It gets him harder just thinking about it with Gerard.
He can start to feel squirming underneath him and decides to give Gerard some attention, specifically to his neck- he’s definitely going to have to wear a scarf after tonight. “I thought I was supposed to be the vampire here,” Gerard pants out and Ray thinks he’s being way too talkative for someone who promised to be quiet, so he shoves his knee in between Gerard’s legs, effectively cutting off anything else he was gonna say. Then Ray’s mouth is on Gerard’s, again, and his wrists are twisting under Ray’s hands, trying to break free. “Fuck- Ray let go- I wanna get your pants off,” Gerard says between kisses, his lips brushing against Ray’s leaving a trace of hot breath.
As soon as Ray releases his wrists, Gerard is off the couch and on his knees, face perfectly lined up with Ray's crotch and nuzzling into it. Ray has to use every last bit of self-control to not thrust his hips up as Gerard starts to mouth at the tent in his jeans. He’s trying to unzip it with his teeth, doing it better than Ray had earlier in the dressing room because it’s down his thighs in a matter of seconds.
“Someone’s experienced,” Ray manages to get out with a smile in his voice, despite the overwhelming sensations on his lower half. Gerard looks up at him, eyes half-lidded and zipper still stuck between his teeth, as he gives him a wink. Ray’s heart nearly skips a beat. Gerard goes back to teasing Ray’s cock, only licking at it through his underwear. Then Ray makes a strangled sound that pleases Gerard, and his hands go to lightly grip onto his hair, forcing Gerard to stop moving. “Please,” is all he can muster out but it’s enough to get the message across. Gerard can hardly wait himself, precome leaking through his pajama pants- damn, they were his favorite pair too.
Gerard’s fingers hook around the elastic of the underwear and tugs it down just enough to get Ray’s erection free. It almost slaps him in the face. Now Rays a humble guy, and he wouldn’t say he’s big or anything but-
“Shit.” Gerard is speechless. It’s perfect by his standards, but then again he’s also a size queen. His first instinct is to suck Ray dry, get him to fuck his mouth like a dimestore whore, but then he probably won’t get the chance to have his ass filled. So instead he kisses the tip, “I’ll play with you next time.”
“Are you seriously talking to my dick?”
“Why, you jealous?” Gerard wouldn’t mind if he was, he’s kinda into that.
“It’s my dick, why should I be?”
Yeah, he’s totally jealous. No time to dwell on that though, Gerard’s got a dick to sit on. It’s like Ray can read his mind because then he’s asking him where the lube is and- fuck, he left it in his bunk. Where everyone is sleeping.
“Goddammit,” Gerard spits out. Wait. Spit. Ding-ding-ding! “Ray-” he starts off slowly, “I need you to use my spit.”
“What?” Ray thinks he heard wrong. He knew Gerard was kinky- but what? Gerard’s rolling his eyes and grabbing Ray’s hand, shoving the fingers in his mouth. He doesn’t want to waste time, so he speaks in between sucking. “I said-” he takes three fingers down at once. “To use-” he runs his tongue over the length. “My spit-” he’s pulling them back out now, a slick of saliva dripping down his chin and a bit still connected to Ray’s fingers. “Left the lube in my bunk.”
Suddenly, Gerard's on the floor with Ray on top. Apparently that was all it took to break him, as he’s shoving his fingers in Gerard's mouth himself, maybe going a bit too far when he feels Gerard gag. Gerard doesn’t seem to care though, he only takes him in deeper. Once his fingers are completely covered in spit he’s yanking off Gerard’s pants, revealing that he hasn’t been wearing any underwear- makes sense. Gerard turns into a whining mess as Ray folds him over, legs practically touching his chest, and starts to prod at his rim. Gerard had better have taken a shower this week.
Ray gets about half of his finger in before Gerard’s crying out, loud enough someone from outside the bus could hear. He stills, but then Gerard’s shifting himself so his whole finger is pushed in, and he lets out an even louder noise. Ray really doesn’t want any of the other guys walking in on them, so he clamps down the hand keeping Gerard’s legs folded onto his mouth instead, even if the studio is supposed to be somewhat soundproof. The position could be better. They’re stuck in the small space between the table and couch, and Gerard’s legs are being propped up on Ray's shoulders now. Meanwhile Ray’s got one hand on his mouth- which Gerard is already starting to tongue at- and the other in his ass.
Ray begins to properly stretch Gerard out, which doesn’t take too long. Gerard likes to fuck around. He gets about three fingers in and it’s really doing it for Gerard, he’s taken Ray’s other hand into his mouth again and is practically fucking himself onto the ones in his ass. This sight alone could do it for Ray, but he’s come too far to waste it on just a spankbank image.
“You ready?” Ray asks. He’s a gentleman like that. Gerard gives him an incredulous look, as if saying ‘what do you think’ and that’s all the permission Ray needs before he’s lining himself up at Gerard’s hole. He pushes in slowly at first, the lack of lube not helping much, but Gerard is loving it. The grip on his waist tightens as Ray bottoms out and he can’t help but mewl out a string of profanities. “Fuck- this is so good. You’re so good, Toro. C’mon, fuck me now, motherfucker,” and Ray has to kiss him just to get him to shut up again. It’s heavy- like literally heavy since Ray is practically folding Gerard in half and putting most of his weight on him.
He's breathing hard, trying to not blow his load, when he feels Gerard’s nails digging into his biceps. “Move, now,” he says in between sloppy kisses. Gerard’s legs are pulling him closer, trying to get more of Ray inside him. A guttural sound comes from Ray's throat and he’s sure as hell moving. It’s a good pace- Ray thinks so, at least, from what he’s hearing from Gerard. “God- god, yes. Fuck, Ray, go faster. Really give it to me. Harder. Harder. I said harder, motherfuck me!” His voice breaks off at the end and Ray can tell he’s hit a sweet spot.
Ray continues to ram into Gerard, now at an animalistic pace. Tears are prickling in Gerard’s eyes from how good it burns. An incoherent mix of babbling and moans coming from his mouth. Ray can feel the heat building in his gut, telling him he’s coming soon. As if on cue, Gerard clenches around him, spine arching off the ground, filling the air around them with a breathy moan. He comes untouched, spilling over both their stomachs and knocking over the coffee cup discarded from earlier- which he didn’t finish, causing it to wet his face and hair.
The feeling of Gerard closing himself around his dick sends Ray off the edge. He gets a few more slow, rough thrusts in as Gerard’s having aftershocks. Already getting sensitive to Ray's touch. Gerard goes a little limp, body overworked, and spilling out praises. Ray’s about to come when he realizes they didn’t use a condom- shit. There’s no way any of them are gonna be able to clean up after this, so, next best thing?
Ray’s pulling out fast, causing Gerard to whine a bit from the sudden emptiness. He moves forward, so his dick is right in front of Gerard’s face, and he hopes he won’t be mad at him after this. But Ray’s already stroking himself, sweat dripping down his chin and onto Gerard, who’s opening his mouth wide underneath him. That does it. Ray’s sending streaks of come onto his face, biting hard on his fist just as he had in the dressing room. Except this time, Gerard’s actually there, licking up what’s left of him.
Once the waves of pleasure leave Ray, he almost collapses on top of Gerard. His bones feel like jelly but he manages to move just enough to settle next to Gerard instead. He’s already shifting to cuddle into Ray’s side and rubbing his face onto his good, clean shirt.
“Hey, stop, that’s my good shirt, Gee!”
“Shouldn’t’ve come on my face then,” he says, still rubbing. Which is fair, honestly, Ray deserved that.
“Well I didn’t wanna have to clean up if it spilled out of you.”
“I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.”
Ray just rolls his eyes- ha, take that Way brothers!- and presses a kiss to Gerard’s forehead, he tastes like coffee and cum. Gerard purrs back and they just lie there for a while, tangle of limbs and all, as they drift off to sleep. Until Ray realizes anyone could walk in on them, so he tries to get up and put his clothes back on. Gerard’s got this iron grip on him though and he doesn’t even make it off the floor.
“I locked the door.” There’s a smirk on his lips, Ray doesn’t even have to see him to know. Of course he planned this.
“You little shit.”
~
The next morning, Ray wakes up to a sound. He thinks it’s an alarm he set so his hand tries to shut it off.
“Ow!” That doesn’t sound like his alarm.
His eyes shoot open and he sees that he’s slapped Gerard in the face. All the events of last night flood back into his head, and he swears he’s gonna get whiplash. The sound that woke him up goes off again, but this time Ray’s awake enough to distinguish it as pounding. Pounding on the door. Someone’s trying to get in.
“Gerard, I can hear you in there. You better get out here now, Brian’s been looking for you and apparently Ray’s missing.” Mikey’s voice sends a panic into Ray. Not him of all people. It seems to worry Gerard too because now he’s wide awake and scrambling for his pajamas, which Ray thinks is a great idea.
After a couple minutes of clumsily bumping into each other and trying to get clothes on, Gerard opens the door, managing to keep Ray out of view. Mikey’s standing right in front of it, deadpanned with his hand in the air like he’s about to knock again. Then he’s doing that staring thing he did to Ray yesterday. The brothers exchange a few words, then Mikey takes his leave and Gerard is also out of the room, leaving Ray behind.
Eventually, Ray goes to see Brian- still in his pajamas- to show him he is indeed not missing. He gets scolded like a child, but apparently Gerard did too so he doesn’t mind as much. On the way back to the bus he sees Gerard wearing sunglasses way too big for his head and holding some kind of breakfast food in his mouth. Ray waves at him once he notices he’s there and Gerard smiles and waves back, dropping whatever was in his mouth. What a dork. When Ray enters the bus, Mikey takes him by surprise. He was hiding in Ray’s bunk.
“Dude!”
Mikey doesn’t say anything for a hot minute, just keeps staring at Ray and- is he eating Doritos? In his bunk?
“Next time you have sex with my brother, hide it better.” All the color from Ray's face drains. How did he know? Mikey’s already answering, “You’re wearing his pants, you have come on your shirt, and my brother’s walking with a limp.” He’s holding up three fingers while the other hand is shoving Doritos into his mouth. “I could go on but for my own sanity, and your dignity, I won’t,” and with that he’s climbing out of Ray’s bunk, leaving his crumbs behind as well.
Soon after Gerard comes limping in, with Ray’s pants on. Ray’s about to tell him that Mikey knows, and probably half the crew if they saw them out there, but Gerard’s the first to speak.
“I know.” His fingers are pressed onto Ray's lips. “Sibling thing.” Goddamn sibling thing.
Before Ray can respond, Gerard's going in for a kiss. It’s sweet and passionate, but not like last night, it’s more savory. Ray’s hands pull him closer by the waist and give him a light squeeze. Then the doors to the tour bus are swinging open.
“Oh god- did you not hear what I just said at all? Get a room, dude!” Mikey reappears.
“Can you guys shut the fuck up! Some of us are trying to sleep here, it’s not like we could have last night.” Frank's disembodied voice yells out, presumably from his bunk.
Ray could actually die from the sheer amount of embarrassment right now. Gerard doesn’t seem to care though, sticking his tongue out at the other two and blowing a fart noise so Frankie can hear it. Mikey shoots him a glare before leaving and Frank sticks a middle finger out the curtain. Ray can certainly feel his face on fire but Gerard distracts him with a tug on his shirt, dragging him back to the studio.
“Let’s go finish that song, lover boy.”
And how can Ray say no to that?