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Ray is nervous. It’s a mix of nervousness and excitement though, so it’s good. He’s not an anxious or self-doubting person, but he’s aware that he’s a bit of an odd case when it comes to this. And Mikey is pretty much the opposite of him in a lot of things, including this. Mikey wouldn’t judge him, won’t judge him when Ray tells him, but Ray still can’t help the uneasy flutter in his stomach.
“You’re still coming over after practice, right?” Mikey’s got his bass slung over his shoulder, fingers playing with the strings.
“Sure.” Should Ray mention now that there’s something he needs to tell Mikey first? Should he tell him at all? It’s not even that important. Maybe he should keep it to himself. If Mikey doesn’t know, there’s nothing for him to potentially feel weird about.
“Gerard’s gotta work and mom and dad wanted to visit friends, so we’ve got the house to ourselves.” There’s a sparkle in Mikey’s eyes that makes very clear what he’s thinking about.
Ray’s stomach gives another nervous bounce. He knows it’s going to happen today, but it doesn’t feel real yet. It’s not like he’s been waiting for it and now the time has finally come, Ray’s pretty chill about these things, generally, but the longer it takes, the greater the anticipation, it seems. “Sounds good.”
They’ve been dancing around each other for weeks now. The heated smile Mikey threw Ray at some dubious club they played was the beginning as far as Ray is concerned. It had twisted something in his heart and made him look harder at what he really felt for Mikey. They’ve made out before and it felt good, but Ray’s always told Mikey he was a taking-it-slow kind of guy before it went any further. Tonight, he wants to take the next step.
They’re sitting on Mikey’s bed, or more accurately, Ray is sitting on Mikey’s bed with Mikey in his lap. Mikey is kind of mindlessly sucking on his neck and pushing a hand under his shirt. He’s toying with his nipple when Ray blurts out, “We’re going to have sex, right?” Fuck. That definitely made him sound supremely experienced and cool.
Mikey doesn’t even stop, but he mumbles an amused, “That’s where this is usually going, yes,” into Ray’s skin.
“Well, it’s not like I’d know that,” Ray mutters under his breath. They’ve been in a similar position before! Ray just wasn’t completely sure and he hates not being prepared, mentally or otherwise.
Mikey does pull back at that. “Hm, what did you say?” He’s got this little furrow between his brows that Ray has secretly dubbed his thinking wrinkle.
“Oh, nothing. I was just… talking to myself.” Well, that sounded lame.
Mikey narrows his eyes, but a moment later, they widen. “Is this your first time?”
Ray blushes. “Well, I mean, um.” There’s isn’t any way Ray can talk himself out of this. “I mean, yeah?” He didn’t mean that to sound like a question.
Understanding dawns on Mikey’s face. “Oh.” His whole demeanor changes: he sits back a little farther and takes his hand out from under Ray’s shirt. He’s kind of awkwardly sitting on Ray’s knees now. “Do you want to have sex with me?”
Ray is going to die from embarrassment. “If you want to? I know you’re used to people with way more experience, I totally understand if I’m too boring for you, I’m sure you’re used to something better. Don’t feel like you have to just because we maybe had a thing or something, it’s not a big deal, I—”
“Stop rambling, dude.” Ray’s mouth closes with an audible little plop. Mikey’s thumb rubs over his shoulder. “That’s bullshit. I’m not ‘used to something better’ or whatever.”
“I just mean, I know, um, virgins aren’t your thing, really.” Ray’s smile is forced, his body stiff. “You always sleep with all those people who hook up all the time. Not that there’s anything wrong with that! I’m just… not like that.”
Mikey shakes his head a little and snorts. “Ray. You don’t need to be ‘like that.’ I’m not interested in you because I have specific expectations. I just like you and I like sex and I think having it with you would be fun.” He shrugs faintly. “And the fact that I ‘sleep with all those people,’ as you put it, doesn’t mean they’re all super experienced.” He giggles. “I’ve actually been a lot of people’s first time, just for statistical reasons.”
Ray has to smile at that.
“We can do whatever you want, okay?” He kisses Ray softly. “Don’t worry about it, yeah?”
Ray nods and gets his hands back on Mikey, running them over his thighs and pulling him closer by his hips. Mikey is entirely happy to go along with that. They sink into another deep kiss that feels different now, less hurried. Ray explores Mikey’s mouth with his tongue and his body with his hands. He soon finds himself on his back with Mikey straddling his thighs.
They take each other’s shirts off and Mikey lets his gaze wander all over Ray’s chest, clearly holding himself back. He bites the corner of his lip. “What do you wanna do?”
Ray isn’t sure what the right answer is here. He kind of wants to feel Mikey around him, but he’s not sure if that would be too forward or if Mikey even likes that. He’s not entirely sure he’d like it, but he wants to try.
Mikey draws circles over Ray’s hips and through the hair that’s visible over his waistband. “Do you want me to suck or jerk you off, or maybe finger you, or do you want to fuck me? Or want me to fuck you? I’m cool with all of that.”
Ray needs to look into Mikey’s eyes, even if it’s difficult, because this is important and he shouldn’t be such a baby about sex stuff. It’s totally normal to talk about this. “I kind of want to, uh, fuck you.”
A smile blooms on Mikey’s face. “Yeah, we can do that. Have you ever fingered yourself? I can show you how to do it, or I can do it myself.”
When Ray does something, he does it properly, so he has Mikey show him what to do. It’s a little strange, but seeing how much Mikey is into it gives Ray confidence. Mikey tips his head back to expose his sweaty throat and Ray wants to put his mouth on it. He keeps pushing into Mikey in a steady rhythm. It’s kind of amazing because he can feel Mikey relax around him until he’s loose enough that Ray thinks he might be able to push his cock into him, even though he knows he’s pretty thick. He hopes it won’t hurt Mikey. Maybe he should have said something sooner, but he also assumes Mikey knows what he got himself into. He’s probably checked Ray out before.
“Alright, that’s enough, I think. Feels really good.” Mikey sits back up and kisses Ray. “Gonna take off your pants now,” he murmurs against Ray’s lips, “Can’t wait to see you.” His hands are sure, like they’ve done this countless times already, and suddenly, Ray is naked.
Mikey gives him an encouraging smile as he pulls them both down and his knees up to his chest. “I like doing it in this position, but we can try something else if you want to. Just tell me, okay?” He seeks Ray’s hand and squeezes it.
Ray is fine with that. He’s a bit of a romantic anyway, he likes that he can see Mikey like this, that they can kiss and nuzzle each other’s necks. It’s one of the most intimate ways to do this and Ray’s ears grow hot at Mikey wanting to be like this with him. He’s way more attentive than Ray imagined if he’s being honest. It’s not like he thought Mikey was selfish in bed, but he’s really trying to make this good for Ray and he knows to appreciate that.
They position Ray’s cock against Mikey’s entrance together. “Is this really okay? I don’t want to, uh, brag about my size, but I just. Really don’t want to hurt you.”
“It’s fine.” Mikey rubs his thumb over Ray’s where they’re both holding him. “I know what I can take, you can trust me. And if it starts to hurt, I’ll tell you right away, yeah? You don’t need to worry. Just push it in, baby.”
Ray is kind of overwhelmed at Mikey calling him that, but it’s working to reassure him. He slowly pushes in and the snug heat feels incredible around him. It’s like nothing Ray’s ever experienced. Sure, he’s jerked himself off, but his fist doesn’t compare at all, regardless of how much lube he uses or how firm his grip is. It’s a tight fit, at least it seems so to Ray, but when he looks at Mikey’s face, he doesn’t seem troubled. He looks like he’s really into it.
“That’s good,” Mikey praises. He buries his hands in Ray’s hair and kisses him for a long time, deep and slow. “You can start to move. Try rolling your hips.”
Ray needs a few thrusts until he finds his pace, but then it’s really good. It feels like Mikey’s body is trying to suck him in and squeeze him dry. Every push and pull is a little different than the one before and Ray keeps wanting to find out what the next one will be like.
Mikey is making a lot of noise, moans and sighs dripping from his lips like honey. “You feel so good inside of me. Yeah, just like that.” It spurs Ray on to go faster. “You can be loud if you want to, there’s no one here beside us. I wanna hear your voice.” Ray sobs into Mikey’s neck. “That’s it, I love the sounds you make. C’mon.”
Ray doesn't really get the hang of it, not until he's really close. Mikey is tight and hot around him, he keeps moaning and whispering praise, and suddenly Ray gets it. It feels good to let the pressure building in his body out in a groan. He can feel his orgasm rise and the moans wind higher and more desperate, his hips buck into Mikey all on their own until he reaches his climax. He screws his eyes shut and pants into Mikey's shoulder.
Mikey pushes at him, but it takes Ray a moment to understand he wants him to pull out. When he does, Mikey reaches for his cock and jerks himself off, his knuckles brushing Ray's abdomen. He looks a bit like he’s going to sneeze, except he’s still moaning like he’s getting paid for it, and then all of a sudden, he relaxes and warm wetness splatters against Ray’s middle.
Ray's fascinated and, if he's honest, a little grossed out at all the semen on his and Mikey's body even though he shouldn't be surprised. He knew this was going to happen, he's not that clueless. It’s just pretty messy and sticky.
Mikey gets them a washcloth that Ray is pretty sure doesn't normally get that much use, but he's grateful. They're lying together and in addition to the endorphins, there's more exhaustion coursing through Ray now than he expected. Somehow sex is more tiring than jerking yourself off, who would have thought. He's starting to get drowsy when Mikey makes a request.
“Can you show me the thing you did to that one bassline today again? I saw what you did, but I kind of want you to teach me that properly.”
How is Mikey not tired but ready to think of playing again already? “In a moment. This is pretty much the one situation where I'm not ready to jump up and play.” Ray deliberates a second if he should say the next part. “Just give me a moment to come to terms with the fact I'm not a virgin anymore.”
Mikey pats his hair apologetically. He should definitely continue with that. “Sorry, carry on. Let me know when you're ready to practice. Or go again if you want.”
Ray hears the smile in Mikey’s voice and knows he's made all the right decisions.