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“Fuck, yes,” Mikey gasps, and then Ray is slipping his hand between them and undoing Mikey's fly. The brush of his fingers is almost enough to make Mikey groan out loud, but then Ray's got his whole hand there, his palm slapping against Mikey's cock as it frees, and Mikey makes a desperate sound and pushes into his hand.

“God, you're so hot,” Ray says, kissing Mikey's neck. Mikey lets his head fall back against the wall so Ray can have at it.

Ray strokes slowly, like he wants it to last, and Mikey wants to urge him to go faster, now, now, please. But Ray is in complete control, and Mikey lets him do what he wants.

The mouth at his neck sucks hard, and Mikey whines and rocks against Ray's hand.

It takes a little bit for Mikey's brain to form a complete sentence, but finally he manages, “You too, I want to touch you, too.”

Ray makes a pleased noise and Mikey cups him through his jeans, feeling how big he is and how hard. He fumbles with Ray's zipper and finally gets it down so he can stuff his hand into Ray's underwear and wrap his hand around him.

Ray gives a loud moan and thrusts into Mikey's hand. “Jesus,” he breathes, and Mikey tightens his hand and starts stroking. Ray's cock head is slick with precome, and Mikey fists over it at the end of his stroke. Ray likes that, and he's panting against Mikey's neck, hot and moist.

They moan together. They rock and pant, thrust and stroke. Ray says something against Mikey's skin that he can't make out, but it sounds sexy anyway. Then Ray switches to just saying, “Mikey, Mikey...”

Mikey's never felt so powerful in his life. He's done this, he's the one who's reduced Ray to this. To not being able to speak except for Mikey's name.

The orgasm comes over Mikey like an unexpected tidal wave, strong and crashing. His knees go weak but Ray holds him up, stroking him through it. Ray's panting against Mikey's neck, jerking his hips and thrusting into Mikey's hand erratically. Mikey tightens his hold on Ray's cock, fingers clenching around him.

Ray thrusts once more, hard, and then comes all over Mikey's hand. It's hot and sticky-slick, and Mikey keeps jerking him, slowly, until Ray pulls away.

He kisses Mikey then, slow and sated, still panting a little against Mikey's mouth.

“Fuck, that was amazing,” Mikey murmurs.

“Mmm,” Ray says, sucking on Mikey's lower lip.

They lean against the wall for awhile, kissing leisurely, until Mikey finally realizes it must be late and Gerard will be out front to pick him up soon.

They straighten themselves up and walk out to the front of the club, hand in hand. Mikey can't stop looking over at Ray and smiling, and Ray seems to find himself in the same predicament.

When Gerard drives up not long after, Ray gives Mikey a hug and says, “I'll see you on Monday.”

“Yeah. You can call me if you want,” Mikey says.

Ray nods. “I will.”

And then Mikey is sliding into Gerard's car with a huge smile on his face, and Gerard is giving him a knowing look.

“Have fun?” Gerard asks.

“Definitely the most fun I've had in awhile,” Mikey says, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.

He's pretty sure Ray's his boyfriend now, and Mikey leans his head back on the seat and keeps smiling.


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