"Fuck you, Toro. Fuck you," Frank grunts, his eyes hot on Ray's skin, on Ray's dick. Ray's still dizzy from orgasm, watching Frank through lidded eyes as Frank bucks into his hand, bending nearly double. He makes a high pitched noise and his body jerks hard a couple of times. It's so similar to moves Ray's seen Frank do onstage with a guitar in his hands he nearly laughs.
Frank stays down for a few long moments, just panting, and Ray's own breaths echo his. Eventually he wrenches his head up, meeting Ray's eyes between sweaty clumps of his hair. "This is weird, isn't it?"
Ray nods, reaching for the toilet paper to mop up. He hands some to Frank. "Yeah. Really fucking weird."
Frank wipes himself down, wrinkling his nose when some paper gets stuck to his skin. Ray finishes up and tosses the soiled paper into the toilet. "Weird's pretty par for the course for us though, isn't it?"
Frank looks up at Ray and smirks, "You got that right."
*
When they go back to Gerard and Mikey's door this time, they knock.
After an age, Gerard answers it. His hair is standing almost vertical and he's wearing a t-shirt that is both inside-out and back-to-front. "What?" he asks.
"This motel is shit. Literally." Frank says. Gerard frowns at him, his brow furrowed like he can't figure out what that has to do with anything.
"Our room is flooded." Ray explains tiredly. Now that he's had an orgasm he can barely keep his eyes open. In fact, he's surprised he's even upright. "Can we?" he waves a hand inside the room.
"Oh. Oh, right, yeah of course," Gerard says, stepping backwards and waving an arm around. "Mi casa, su ca-ahhh" the words are lost in a yawn. He grabs Frank and Ray by a hand each and drags them toward the bed, flopping down onto Mikey and who swats at him with a lazy hand.
"Shove over," Gerard tells Mikey, "Gotta share."
Mikey makes an unimpressed noise, but he wiggles to the far side. Gerard spoons up behind him and tugs at Frank's wrist until he shrugs and crawls in beside Gerard. Ray has no idea how he manages to squeeze in behind Frank without falling off in an ungainly fashion, but somehow he does. He throws an arm over Frank to anchor himself, and his reach is long enough that his fingers brush against Mikey's back. Gerard's hand finds his, twining their fingers together tightly and holding on.
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Frank stays down for a few long moments, just panting, and Ray's own breaths echo his. Eventually he wrenches his head up, meeting Ray's eyes between sweaty clumps of his hair. "This is weird, isn't it?"
Ray nods, reaching for the toilet paper to mop up. He hands some to Frank. "Yeah. Really fucking weird."
Frank wipes himself down, wrinkling his nose when some paper gets stuck to his skin. Ray finishes up and tosses the soiled paper into the toilet. "Weird's pretty par for the course for us though, isn't it?"
Frank looks up at Ray and smirks, "You got that right."
*
When they go back to Gerard and Mikey's door this time, they knock.
After an age, Gerard answers it. His hair is standing almost vertical and he's wearing a t-shirt that is both inside-out and back-to-front. "What?" he asks.
"This motel is shit. Literally." Frank says. Gerard frowns at him, his brow furrowed like he can't figure out what that has to do with anything.
"Our room is flooded." Ray explains tiredly. Now that he's had an orgasm he can barely keep his eyes open. In fact, he's surprised he's even upright. "Can we?" he waves a hand inside the room.
"Oh. Oh, right, yeah of course," Gerard says, stepping backwards and waving an arm around. "Mi casa, su ca-ahhh" the words are lost in a yawn. He grabs Frank and Ray by a hand each and drags them toward the bed, flopping down onto Mikey and who swats at him with a lazy hand.
"Shove over," Gerard tells Mikey, "Gotta share."
Mikey makes an unimpressed noise, but he wiggles to the far side. Gerard spoons up behind him and tugs at Frank's wrist until he shrugs and crawls in beside Gerard. Ray has no idea how he manages to squeeze in behind Frank without falling off in an ungainly fashion, but somehow he does. He throws an arm over Frank to anchor himself, and his reach is long enough that his fingers brush against Mikey's back. Gerard's hand finds his, twining their fingers together tightly and holding on.
Ray falls into a deep and satisfying sleep.
(end)