Ray's so fucking hard it's an effort not to reach down and adjust himself. He knows he should leave, he and Frank should fucking leave and forget this, never mention it, but he can't look away. Can't make his feet move. He just watches as Mikey's hands reach down and hold Gerard's head, as he pushes his hips up off the bed and moans out beautiful choked noises as Gerard gets him off. Ray bites down hard on his lip, the pain echoed in his arm where Frank's fingernails are dug into his skin. He reaches up absently, covering Frank's hand with his own, not even realising the motion until Frank scissors their fingers together and squeezes.
Ray holds his breath, Frank's fingers tight between his as Mikey arches up off the bed, his body curling over Gerard's head as he cries out, "Gee, fuck" and comes with a shudder and choked groan.
Ray stands stock still, heat racing over his skin, the sounds of Mikey's ragged breaths and his own heartbeat thundering in his ears.
What the fuck. What the fuck? Ray doesn't know what to do with this information. He has no idea how to react to this. And he's more turned on than he's ever been in his life.
He's never felt more obvious, huddled in the dark by the door, but the Ways seem oblivious to any extra bodies in the room. Gerard pulls off with a wet noise and crawls up Mikey's body, putting his mouth (which was just on Mikey's dick) over Mikey's and they make out wet and messy. Ray's mouth falls open a little wider. Fuck, what would he taste like?
It isn't until Ray feels a tug on his arm that he remembers he isn't alone here. Frank eases the door open and they manage to slip outside seemingly undetected. It isn't until they're back in the hall that Ray nerves himself to meet Frank's eyes, knowing his face is flushed red.
Frank's colour is high too. "Fuck," Frank whispers, sounding awed, "That was... fuck."
Ray huffs out a breath in response. It's all he can manage. His dick is throbbing in his jeans and it's taking everything he's got not to reach down and press it through his pants. Frank, it seems, has no such qualms. He palms his obviously hard dick through his sweatpants and when he catches Ray staring at him as he does it he just leers at the bulge in Ray's jeans.
"Like you didn't think it was hot," Frank retorts, and seriously, Ray still hasn't even said anything yet. Frank glances up the hallway, grabbing Ray by the wrist and taking off down some stairs. Ray follows, trying not to wince because his boner is making it hard to walk. There's a disabled toilet on the ground floor and Frank drags Ray into it, flipping the lock and meeting Ray's eyes, serious. "Just for the record, we are never talking about this, okay?"
Ray just blinks at him. Apparently that's all the response Frank needs, because he shoves his sweatpants and underwear down his thighs and starts jerking off. Just like that.
Ray's sensible brain has obviously completely disengaged, because he's already scrambling for the button on his jeans, tearing the zip down and getting them open just far enough to get his hand inside.
And oh. Oh fuck, that's what he needs.
His eyes slide closed as his fingers form a grip around his dick and he starts jerking it, squeezing and stroking and palming the head. His breath rushes out of him in a stuttery moan as he spreads the precome around with his thumb, speeding his hand because he can't go slow, not now, not when he needs it so bad.
A hacking noise grabs his attention and he opens his eyes in time to see Frank spit into his hand before wrapping it around his dick again. He's jerking off so fast the ink on his fingers blurs, the head of his dick red and shiny with spit and god it should be weird, Ray should close his eyes, but he can't, the view is too hot. He's hot all over, dizzyingly so, and he's got his hand on his dick and Frank's jerking off in front of him and they both just watched Gerard suck Mikey off. Suck off his brother oh shit, it's too much, Ray's too hot, his hand feels too good, he's just-
He comes - hard, his hips jerking forward as he spurts over his fingers.
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Ray holds his breath, Frank's fingers tight between his as Mikey arches up off the bed, his body curling over Gerard's head as he cries out, "Gee, fuck" and comes with a shudder and choked groan.
Ray stands stock still, heat racing over his skin, the sounds of Mikey's ragged breaths and his own heartbeat thundering in his ears.
What the fuck. What the fuck? Ray doesn't know what to do with this information. He has no idea how to react to this. And he's more turned on than he's ever been in his life.
He's never felt more obvious, huddled in the dark by the door, but the Ways seem oblivious to any extra bodies in the room. Gerard pulls off with a wet noise and crawls up Mikey's body, putting his mouth (which was just on Mikey's dick) over Mikey's and they make out wet and messy. Ray's mouth falls open a little wider. Fuck, what would he taste like?
It isn't until Ray feels a tug on his arm that he remembers he isn't alone here. Frank eases the door open and they manage to slip outside seemingly undetected. It isn't until they're back in the hall that Ray nerves himself to meet Frank's eyes, knowing his face is flushed red.
Frank's colour is high too. "Fuck," Frank whispers, sounding awed, "That was... fuck."
Ray huffs out a breath in response. It's all he can manage. His dick is throbbing in his jeans and it's taking everything he's got not to reach down and press it through his pants. Frank, it seems, has no such qualms. He palms his obviously hard dick through his sweatpants and when he catches Ray staring at him as he does it he just leers at the bulge in Ray's jeans.
"Like you didn't think it was hot," Frank retorts, and seriously, Ray still hasn't even said anything yet. Frank glances up the hallway, grabbing Ray by the wrist and taking off down some stairs. Ray follows, trying not to wince because his boner is making it hard to walk. There's a disabled toilet on the ground floor and Frank drags Ray into it, flipping the lock and meeting Ray's eyes, serious. "Just for the record, we are never talking about this, okay?"
Ray just blinks at him. Apparently that's all the response Frank needs, because he shoves his sweatpants and underwear down his thighs and starts jerking off. Just like that.
Ray's sensible brain has obviously completely disengaged, because he's already scrambling for the button on his jeans, tearing the zip down and getting them open just far enough to get his hand inside.
And oh. Oh fuck, that's what he needs.
His eyes slide closed as his fingers form a grip around his dick and he starts jerking it, squeezing and stroking and palming the head. His breath rushes out of him in a stuttery moan as he spreads the precome around with his thumb, speeding his hand because he can't go slow, not now, not when he needs it so bad.
A hacking noise grabs his attention and he opens his eyes in time to see Frank spit into his hand before wrapping it around his dick again. He's jerking off so fast the ink on his fingers blurs, the head of his dick red and shiny with spit and god it should be weird, Ray should close his eyes, but he can't, the view is too hot. He's hot all over, dizzyingly so, and he's got his hand on his dick and Frank's jerking off in front of him and they both just watched Gerard suck Mikey off. Suck off his brother oh shit, it's too much, Ray's too hot, his hand feels too good, he's just-
He comes - hard, his hips jerking forward as he spurts over his fingers.
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