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“Fuck, Ray, even if you don’t find someone to go home with, maybe you can find some friends. Tiny’s gonna be expecting me to bring someone home one of these days.”
Ray rolls his eyes, wondering why he decided to bring his best friend with him again. “This is only the second time we’ve done this.”
“And she still dressed me in what she calls my ‘most fuckable’ pair of jeans.”
Ray pretends to take a look at Hank’s ass. Shrugging as he says, “She’s not wrong.”
“Shut the hell up!” Hank tugs his shirt down in the back a little, trying to hide his butt while Ray laughs heartily.
“Hank. Man. Lighten up. If someone hits on you, just show off your ring and send them my way.” Ray feels good. Definitely less nervous than the last time they came here where Ray ran away and left Hank by himself when a guy came up to him.
“I knew taking those shots in the car would help loosen you up.” Hank smacks Ray’s shoulder as he smacks on his piece of gum.
“Yeah. I feel great!” The song changed to something less sultry and more bouncy. “Let’s dance, Olson!”
Ray grabs Hank’s wrist and pulls him along despite his grumbling. They bounce around, spinning each other on the dance floor a few times. The flashing lights, sweaty bodies surrounding them, heat up Ray’s skin along with the three shots before walking in the door.
Yelling over the loud music, “Okay bro, you need to cool down! You’re sweating up a storm!” Hank pulls away while Ray pouts. “I’ll get us more drinks!”
Ray continues to dance by himself. Feeling the music flow through him, hips swaying to the melody, head lolling side to side, rocking forward and back.
When a hand grazes his side, Ray’s body tenses up. The hand is definitely bigger than Hank’s. He quickly turns around and sees the same handsome man from last time. The man with strong, defined arms, bright brown eyes, an easy smile, and a faint scar across his face that spelt trouble. The same man that made eyes across the room at him that entire night til he finally walked up to Ray.
Until Ray ran to the parking lot to puke from too many drinks and anxiety clawing up his throat.
He looks different right now. His arms are covered, he looks concerned, and but there’s no smile on his face. His mouth is moving. Oh, he’s talking.
“-kay?” His eyes light up like he can recognize that Ray’s brain just came back online. “Hey. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to spook ya. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I just-” wasn’t expecting someone to touch me? Someone willing to touch me? “-vibing I guess.” Ray tries a reassuring smile and the one returned is so so soft.
“I saw that. You looked like you were in the zone. Kinda made me feel like I needed to be there too.” The man smirks a little and Ray can’t stop staring at this guys lips.
He licks his own lips, about to say something stupid when Hank pops in with two drinks, “Ray! You make a friend? Am I now off the hook?” Ray turns to grab his drink and sees the realization hit Hank in real time. “Holy shit! This is the guy from last time! How did you find him? Did you stalk him?”
“Oh my god.” Ray wishes God, the universe, Maturin would take him right now.
The man just laughs. “I found him. McVries. Peter McVries.” He sticks his hand out for Hank to shake.
Hank moves a drink to the cradle of elbow and quickly grabs Pete’s hand. “Hank Olson, straight as a whistle. But you don’t wanna know about me, you wanna get to know Ray. He’s not so straight and super available.”
“Hey Olson. Shut up.” Ray buries his face in his hands, face heating up once again.
Hands up like he’s innocent, “I’m just trying to be the best wingman and get you laid, my friend.”
As Ray mutters another oh my god, “Oh, I doubt he needs your help,” the man, Peter, says matter of factly. Ray looks up and it’s like his eyes were laser focused on Ray’s.
“Then my work here is done! Ray, your drink,” handing it off to Ray. “I’m gonna finish mine and head home before my jeans get me into trouble.” Ray snorts out a breath of a laugh and hugs Hank goodbye. “McVries, treat my man to a good time if you know what’s good for you.”
“I hope to,” Peter replies as they shake hands once more. Ray is back to hiding in one of his hands again as Hank pats his back once more before leaving.
“So Ray, we’re alone.” Peter says close to his ear, making him shiver from the ghost of breath on his ear.
Ray looks up from behind his shielding hand and there’s a glittering in Peter’s eyes. “I wouldn’t say we’re alone just yet.”
The man moves closer to Ray, what was a foot apart is now mere inches. If he leaned forward just a bit more, his chest would be against Ray’s. “We could be.” His eyes flicker down to Ray’s lips and back to his eyes.
Chancing a look at the other’s lips, he licks his own lips instinctively.
Then someone bumps into him. Knocking both of them out of the trance they were in.
Ray rubs the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact. “Maybe we should go outside where it’s less crowded.”
“Lead the way.”
They navigate through the throngs of people dancing and jumping and yelling til they finally reach the cool autumn air filled with cigarette smoke and random flavors of nicotine.
They lean against the outside wall next to each other, Ray rolling his glass between his hands, trying to gather his thoughts as Peter just stares at him.
Break the ice. That’s all he has to do. And if it all goes wrong, maybe he can salvage friendship.
“So Peter-”
“Pete.” Ray looks at him and the guys is just smiling. “Call me Pete.”
A cloud of mint floats around them. “Do you smoke, Pete?” The name slipping out of his mouth easier.
“Nope. I tried, but it wasn’t my thing. You?” Pete looking back at Ray. The smile wasn’t there anymore. He was just… looking.
“No.” Ray looked down at his feet, unsure of what to say ne-
“Why’d you run last time?”
Ray tenses. He knew this could’ve come up, but he was hoping Pete wouldn’t make him talk about it. Still looking down, “I uh- I- I don’t know.”
“Your feet ran before your head could catch up?”
Shrugging, words escaping with a slight scoff at himself. “I guess. Yeah.”
“Is that something I should worry about tonight?”
Ray looks back at Pete . His eyes tracking over Ray’s face with concern again and Ray can’t find one ounce of doubt when it comes to Pete. Nothing to say that this man is dishonest in his intentions of wanting to understand Ray.
So Ray decides to be honest. “I’ve never done the club scene before. My only past relationship was Jan. She was my girlfriend for years, but we broke up after I wouldn’t have sex with her.”
He looks up at Pete and there’s surprise on his face, but he doesn’t say anything. “There were other issues too, but I know that was a huge part of it. I started going to the gym cause that’s what Hank says you do after a breakup. Get into dating shape.” Ray shakes his head at the memory. “I realized I was gay when I couldn’t stop staring at some guy at the gym and unfortunately got hard when he wiped his face with his shirt.” Ray shrugs as his face starts heating up again and laughs. “His abs were showing and that was enough.
“So last time, when you came up to me, it was the first time I could potentially flirt with a guy and I panicked. Cause what would I do? What would I say?”
“You seem to be saying a lot tonight?” The way Pete says it doesn’t seem like he’s being mean, but that small voice in Ray’s head whispers that he’s been talking too much.
“Sorry, I’ve drank quite a bit.” He goes to sip at his drink to stop himself from talking, but decides against it.
“It’s not a bad thing, Ray. I like hearing you talk.” Pete smiles, putting Ray at ease a bit. Ray smiles back. Trying to get back to the conversation, “So you panicked?”
Ray blows out the air he didn’t know he was holding. “Yeah. I mean, look at you! You’re all muscles as smooth and I’m definitely not in dating shape at all-”
“But you still came out to a gay club. Part of you must’ve been ready?”
“Hank convinced me last time. Said I needed to get back out there before my dick fell off.” Pete’s laugh comes out startled. Ray chuckles along with him. “He didn’t know it wasn’t getting much use anyway.”
“Would you like it to?” Pete asks leaning closer, pulling Ray out of his skin a little. Or maybe a lot.
Breathless, “What?”
“Did you plan on your dick getting much use tonight?” Before Ray could say anything, Pete stops him by leaning impossibly closer, whispering now, “let me rephrase that. Did you plan on getting your dick in someone else’s hand tonight?”
Ray feels like he’s on fire. Knows his face has turned bright pink. Is this guy he’s only met tonight asking to touch his dick? It’s gotta be some kind of joke. He takes a long swig of his drink and shakes his head. “That’s not funny, man.”
Pete leans back, “I’m not trying to be funny.” He glances over Ray and it’s not a look of desire, but one of analysis, trying to figure out what went wrong in the past 45 seconds.
Ray hunches his head forward and closes his eyes. He’s fucked this up already. Whatever this was.
“Do you want to dance?” Pete asks.
Ray just swivels his head to look at Pete. Tentative smile in place, his eyes glittering again in the low street lamp light. It’s hope. Hope for what?
“Uh… sure.” Ray shrugs. “We can dance.”
Pete’s just grabs Ray’s hand and drags him back inside as Ray tries to quickly finish off his drink. Glass forgotten on some table on the way there, they’re still holding hands when Pete pulls him closer as they reach the dance floor and leans to his ear, “stop thinking so much. Just dance with me. Just… viiiibbe.” Pete pulls away shimmying his broad shoulders, still holding Ray’s hand.
It’s so easy to laugh at Pete’s little call back to earlier. So they dance, eventually letting go of each other but dancing facing one another. One song turning into two into four.
Ray’s dripping in sweat but doesn’t care as the drink hits him. He starts swaying again, letting the music drift him along the dance floor almost forgetting Pete was even there dancing with him.
A hand touches his side again but Ray doesn’t tense, he leans into it this time. A heat radiates against his sweat soaked back that was once cool from the blasting A/C. Another hand lands on his hip and a breath caresses the shell of his ear again. “Want to dance with me a while?”
He almost sinks into the heat when the voice in his head tells him that he can’t dance like this. He’s not small enough. The “you don’t want to” is said with as much confidence as it is with a self deprecating tone.
The heat envelopes him all at once as he hears, “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t want to.”
Ray feels. The hard muscle of Pete’s chest against his back. The slow grind of his hips against Ray’s. Fingertips digging into his hip. A hand rubbing up and down his side. Ray feels lighter than he’s ever felt before.
His hand covers Pete’s on his hip and the other goes to the back of Pete’s head. Pete leans his head forward, nose trailing Ray’s hairline and the behind his ear as Ray tilts his head back to give him more access.
Pete takes a huge sniff of him and sighs out, breath making Ray shiver down his spine. “You smell so good Ray.”
Ray snorts, “I probably don’t. I’m all sweaty and gross.”
“Mm uh.” Nose starts trailing down Ray’s neck, trails the same line up and down his neck over and over, “no Ray. You smell so good. Can I taste you?”
“What?” Something so forward should pour cold water down the back of Ray’s shirt, but between the heat of the alcohol and the heat of Pete, nothing fazes him right now.
“Just a little taste, just right here,” Pete’s nose nudges against Ray’s neck.
Breathless, again, “yeah Pete. Whatever you want.”
The hand stops rubbing Ray’s side and both of Pete’s hands grab on to him a minuscule bit tighter than before as he licks up Ray’s neck and finishes with a loud groan in Ray’s ear. “Oh fuck!”
Ray’s hands pull at Pete, bringing them somehow closer as they both grind with more purpose as Pete’s nose starts trailing the back of Ray’s neck.
“I told you you smelled good.” A growl rumbling that Ray can feel from Pete’s chest, “You taste even better.”
Ray moans, aware of how hard he’s gotten in his jeans and faintly aware of how Pete is in his own. He squeezes Pete’s hand and moves it from his hip to around himself, no longer self conscious in his hold.
Just above whisper, “wanna get out of here?”
Ray shakes his head. He wants to stay. Right here. With Pete.
Pete licks a line at the edge of his hair line, kisses it, nudges it again with his nose.
Ray is lost in the feeling. The music, the lights, the Pete of it all. He just wants to stay right here.
“-ay. Hey. Ray.” No telling how long he’s been trying to get his attention. “I need you to look at me.”
“Hmm.” Ray slowly opens his eyes and turns his head to be met with Pete’s kind eyes and soft smile.
“How’re you feeling, Ray?”
“So good. So good, Pete.”
Pete’s lips are touching his ear when he says, “follow me and I’ll make you feel even better.”
Arms are withdrawn from around Ray, the sudden chill of the AC makes him shiver. He turns around to see Pete slowly step backwards away from Ray, eyebrow cocked, a small smirk playing his lips.
And the scariest thought crosses his mind. He’d follow Pete anywhere.
When they get to the restroom, Ray is pinned against the door, pinned against each other from toe to chest, Pete’s mouth centimeters from Ray’s. “You gonna let me kiss you, Ray?”
Ray surges forward, frantic energy escaping him as he pulls Pete closer to himself. Their tongues tasting each other, hands pulling on his back as he guides the kiss with little to no self control.
Pete’s kissing down his neck, tongue slipping out to taste. Long, drawn out sniffs after every inch traveled. Hands slide to his hips where they slowly shift under his shirt, pulling it up- “Wait!”
Pete pulls back from him. Hands sliding back to Ray’s hips like he’s not ready to let go. Ray’s holding on to Pete’s forearms, stopping him from moving up and moving away. Pete’s eyes tracking his face again, trying to understand.
“Can I- I wanna-” Pete nods, encouraging Ray to speak. “I need to keep my shirt on.”
Pete sighs and softly smiles at Ray again. Ray loves that smile.
“Okay.” Pete leans a bit closer, space still between them, looking up at Ray through his eyelashes, “can I still taste you?”
He surges forward, taking Pete’s head in his hands and licking deeply into Pete’s mouth. It tastes different than a moment ago. A good different.
Muttering against Ray’s lips, “lemme- lemme- hold on.” Pete’s hands bracket Ray’s face, tilting his head back to kiss down Ray’s neck, kissing his collarbone through the shirt up to the shoulder. Smelling and nuzzling into the fabric there as he stares up at Ray, eyes watching in case he crosses a line.
Ray’s aware there’s a huge sweat stain under his arm, but he goes with it when Pete lifts it and lightly grazes the pit with his nose. Pete groans and Ray’s never been harder in his life.
He mouths at the pit and over his chest and does the same to the other pit, still staring Ray down. His knees almost buckle when Pete squeezes his side as he buries his face in the pit for a moment.
Moaning, “please. Pete. Please.”
Pete makes his way down the line of his chest and stomach, mouthing along the way until he’s on his knees in front of Ray. Their eyes are still locked even through Ray’s are half lidded.
Pete nods once to ask. Ray enthusiastically nods.
He works Ray’s belt open and pulls his jeans down to his knees. Pete leans his face forward to burrow next to Ray’s cock still inside his briefs.
Pete groans loudly, the vibration of the noise working in tandem with his hand squeezing and pulling Ray’s thighs forward. Pete’s nose prodding deeper to behind his cock, straining the fabric against it.
“Fuck Pete.” Said with a sigh as he tilts his hips forward and his head back.
“Goddamn. I could stay right here all day.” His mouth sucking at the wet spot already forming on the briefs. Ray’s hips buck forward, a litany of begging for more leaving his lips. “Don’t worry, Ray. I’ll take care of you.”
The fear creeping back in, “you don’t have to.” Hunching forward to look at Pete looking at him incredulously.
“No Ray. I get to.” In a split second, Ray’s briefs pulled down and Pete’s face is buried between Ray’s legs and cock laying on his face as he licks at Ray’s balls, sucking them one at a time.
“Holy shit!” Ray’s head is tilted back, the only part of his body touching the wall still as he tries to reach for Pete’s head. A calloused hand wraps around his cock, “Fuck!”
“Look at me, Ray.” Ray slams back against the door to look down, fighting to open his eyes. Pete’s hand is roughly pulling at Ray’s cock next to his face.
The smile on his face is so beautiful.
“You taste really good, Ray.” And Pete takes the head into his mouth, guiding Ray’s cock further and bobs a bit.
Just as Ray is getting used to the feeling, Pete pulls off to mouth at the base of his cock, licking through the hair there as he sets a slow pace of jerking him off.
“So good, Ray. You have no idea.” His nose traces the crease of his thigh and softly moans. He licks it before switching over to the other leg. “We should’ve gotten out of here. Turn around.”
Ray does leaning against the door on his forearms, chin to his chest watching as Pete’s hand returns to his cock. Ray feels a hand squeeze his ass and pull his butt cheek to the side. A light touch up his crack has Ray clenching.
“Come on, baby. Relax. I’m not gonna make your first time be in a bathroom.” His tongue licks up the other cheek before mouthing and nibbling a spot. “I’ll make sure you’re nice and comfortable in my bed.”
Ray’s hips roll forward, fucking Pete’s rough, calloused hand, chasing the thought of Pete taking him apart. Bit. By. Bit.
Pete’s tracing the under crease of Ray’s ass with his nose. “That’s it, Ray. Just think about next time where I really get to spend my time appreciating how good you smell, how good you taste, how good you feel under me.”
Ray feels something touching the back of his balls with every thrust and then feels a breath. His hips stutter as he comes. Pete’s hand using the cum to work his cock til Ray slaps his hand away.
Gasping for air, “let me help you.” Ray’s hand reaches to help Pete back up to his feet.
“No worries. I’m good.” Pete walks over to wash his hands and wipes his face clean with the water.
“C’mon, let me return the favor.” Ray’s hand reaches watches him in the mirror in front of Pete.
Pete grabs a paper towel. Drying his hands and face, smiling wide. “No favors here. Already been taken care of.”
“You mean…”, Ray looks down and sees a wet spot on the front of Pete’s jeans. He- he did that?
“Yeah.” Like he can sense Ray is about to spiral, “don’t worry about it. I am perfectly satisfied with how this went down. But I should leave cause it’s gonna get uncomfortable soon.”
“Leave. Right.” Ray nods. Looking away from Pete for the first time in what seems like forever.
“I mean you could come with me.” That soft smile with those glittering eyes accompany the wet paper towel being held out to him.
Ray blushes, realizing that his dick has been out this whole time. “I think I already did,” grabbing the paper towel to clean himself up.
Pete laughs loudly. “You know what I meant. But if you don’t want to, that’s fine.”
Ray feels unsure again as he pulls up his jeans and underwear. Fixing his belt, “do you want me to?”
“Of course I want you to, but what do you want?”
Ray takes a deep breath in. “I want to.”